FORBIDDEN PLEASURE

"I see how you look at her..."

"And I see how she looks at you."

"What are you saying?"

"You haven't noticed that your nineteen year old daughter stops and stares every time you move or even shift your body? Especially when you come to breakfast wearing just panties and an old T-shirt? Or after your shower, when you wrap the towel around your hair and scurry across the

hall to get dressed? A couple of times I've thought I was going to have to wipe up puddles of drool."

"I don't believe it. I think you're deflecting because you don't want to admit to your wife that you lust after the forbidden fruit of your loins."

"You've never seen her brush the back of her hand across her inner thighs while she watches how your ass moves in your bikini?"

"Well, I do look pretty good for my age," my wife laughed.

"Who's deflecting now?"

"I bet you'd love to watch her suck my tits and lick my clit, two or three fingers up stuffing my cunt..." "And a thumb exploring your ass."

I knew my wife loved anal penetration, but had no idea whether our daughter felt the shared secret.

"I bet you'd take your cock out and stroke it, and then step over and hope that she sucked it."

"I would never interrupt her worshipping those tits that she suckled as a baby, but once she was done, I hope she would want to feel my meat filling

her mouth, or other holes." "At her age, I'm sure she has lots of energy, and the sexual curiosity to want to try everything. I know that's the way that I was back then. I never fucked my parents, but I did masturbate a lot after I noticed how hard Daddy got when my friends and I trotted around in short shorts or bikinis. Then I graduated to fantasizing about licking my Mom's clit when I went down on those friends."

"You haven't had any girl on girl play in years."

"Not since the night before the wedding with Amy, my maid of honour."

I chuckled, recalling that adventure. "You did love eating my cream pie out of her."

"It was all I could do to resist inviting her along on the honeymoon."

"But we digress..."

We both chuckled then, no doubt each fondly recalling those premarital days, which we had abandoned abruptly, focusing on raising a traditional family, having traditional careers, a traditional marriage. "And you are really good at digressing. Admit that Daddy would like to

fuck his baby girl. Don't worry, I won't hate you for it. Look how hard just talking about it makes my nipples. And my cunt is wetter than it has been in months."

"I already said I would love it, but that I think she would prefer you, and I wonder whether that might be to the exclusion of me." "Has talking about it made you hard?"

"Just thinking about how tight she must be makes me hard," I felt the warmth in my cheeks as I blushed. "I even think about fucking her sometimes as I fuck you. That way I stay hard enough to fuck your ass after the first time I come in your mouth or your cunt."

"Oh, Daddy, you are so naughty..." She seemed not to be angry. Instead, she wriggled in her chair, and suddenly, smoothly, shifted to my lap, grinding her ass against my cock.

"Naughty AND hard, Daddy. You must really want to fuck your little

girl."

"She hasn't been a little girl for a long time."

"Fuck me Daddy fuck me like you want to fuck our little girl," she sighed in a babyish voice. She slid her hand into my pants and said, "Oh, I love what thinking about our little girl does to Daddy!"

At that point, I was beyond control. A shudder ran through my body starting at my toes, racing up to my brain, and exploding back down my spine to my groin from the top of my head to between my legs where it turned to intense heat that spread back through my body. My wife kissed

me, while her hand moved up and down my swelling shaft. "Imagine it is our daughter stroking you, Daddy," she said as she broke the kiss. "Think about her firm young tits pressing against your chest." My hands moved without conscious command to lift her top over her head, revealing a fine pair of mounds tipped with hard little nubbins."I still can get away without a bra on weekends, but, Daddy, her boobs are even more firm, so young, so perky." My fingers kneaded my wife's flesh, though I closed my eyes and pictured our daughter as I did so.

"Do you wonder what her nipples taste like?" I took the queue and lowered my lip to those points, suckling my wife as surrogate for my daughter.

"Salty yet sweet," I sighed, raiding my face to hers, meeting her lips with a passionate kiss. As our tongues intertwined, I realized that she must be thinking about how our daughter tasted, and that I was offering her that by proxy, if daughter tasted like mother. The image of the two women, so similar though so apart in age, kissing, made my cock throb."Someone likes the idea of tasting his daughter," my wife observed as we broke our kiss. "Not as much as I like the idea of watching you taste her," I spoke before I even recognized the truth of those words.

She obviously also liked the thought, because she pumped my shaft faster, and used her baby finger to tickle my balls in that special way only my wife knew.

"Will you teach her that?" I blurted out.

"Teach her what?"

"How I like my sack tickled while my cock is stroked."

My wife belly laughed, low and dirty.

"Oh we had THAT chat long ago."

"What!?"

"When she started dating, I decided that she should know how to please her dates, so I gave her a few pointers. Naturally, she guessed that some of the special tricks I knew worked because of how you enjoy them."

"And did this involve hands on learning?"

"Noooo-like I said, you still haven't convinced me that our little girl feels that way about her Mommy. But I bet she feels that way about her Daddy-or at least would love to try out some of these techniques on you. She keeps complaining that her dates all seem to have hair triggers, and

once they climax they never seem to want to please her. I told her how you always make my needs top priority." "Well, you DO like to be on top." "True-I wonder what position she prefers. Do you imagine her in missionary position, or doggy style? Reverse cowgirl? Or down on her knees at your feet, sucking Daddy's fat cock?"

Before I could respond, my wife slid off my lap, unzipped my pants and fished my aching cock out the gap.

"Oh, Daddy, it's so much bigger than the guys I date, I don't know if I

can swallow it all."

"Just start by licking the head, then all around the shaft and don't forget my balls. When you get back to the tip, relax your thought and ease you mouth down over the helmet. See how much you can take, and then pull back, and the next time, go about an inch deeper, until you find that you can take it all."

My wife knew this trick, having been told the same thing twenty plus years before. She followed along as I spoke.

"Baby, I'm going to come," I warned.

"That's okay Daddy-I taught our daughter that good girls always swallow," my wife laughed as she caught her breath,. That was all it took. Before she could lower her mouth to catch my seed, my balls spasmed, the sperm flooding up the shaft and spurting out the tip, catching her in the nose, coating her face, her mouth and her chin. She never released her grasp on my pulsing prick, and rose effortlessly from the floor to my lap. "I need your cock to fuck me now, Daddy. It's okay if you want to imagine fucking her tight little cunt."

My wife's twat was not teenager tight, but still fit my cock like a glove, courtesy of the years of exercise since giving birth. As she bounced in my lap, it was easy to close my eyes and pretend that I was fucking our daughter.

As we fucked, I licked the dribbles of sperm off her chin, and cleaned where some had dropped to her chest, flowing along the slope of her tits.

"Ohhh, Daddy, I love your tongue, so much more experienced than

those guys I date. I can hardly wait for you to eat my sweet young pussy."

I pictured my wife sitting on her daughter's mouth as I licked my cream from the gash I had filled. That made me throb fatter and harder even having just climaxed.

"Fuck me Daddy, fuck me hard," my wife screamed, throwing her head back and twisting around my shaft. I felt her cunt turn to liquid around my cock as she let out a familiar little growl. I took the hint and began to really pump my hips up from my chair, meeting her downward thrusting. Her fluids flooded my thighs as she orgasmed, her muscles milking my cock. My balls tightened again and I deposited a load into her quim as she still was shaking with aftershocks.

"Too bad she's not here to lick that out of you," I said as we collapsed in the chair, floating in our afterglow. "Still don't think she really looks at me the way you say..."

"Give me a bit of time, I'll prove it."

The next day I ordered two nanny cams–one disguised as a teddy bear, the other set in a small statue of a gnome designed to nestle in the shadows of a bookshelf. They arrived by overnight express. With my wife consenting to my ogling our daughter, I had a fun week, being just discrete enough not to be obvious. Once, when our girl was bent low to get a snack out of the fridge, she turned suddenly, and grinned and blew me a kiss upon seeing that my gaze was locked on her sweet young ass, her skirt having ridden up to reveal that she was wearing a scanty thong that nested totally in the space between two perfect buttocks. Her eyes in turn lingered on my instant bulge before she spun out of the room and pranced up the stairs giggling.

Saturday morning I got up early and retrieved the two cameras. The teddy bear I had planted in the family room. The gnome had sat unremarked against a cookbook on a kitchen shelf. My wife had no idea what I had done, and we had not compared notes but as I watched the recordings, I

noticed that she had dressed a bit more proactively, and had given her girl more than the usual opportunities to notice that her mother's mature figure was still a wonder to behold. There was no problem finding shots that proved my theory that our girl looked lustily at her Mom. I jerked off as I edited a nice montage of footage.

After lunch, only my wife and I were home-our girl had gone to volleyball practice, which took hours.

"I have the evidence."

"What are you talking about?"

"I told you that I would prove how our daughter looks at you... well, I

can."

"How?" Her voice was already an octave deeper.

I explained about the cameras, watching my wife's nipples press through her Saturday housework t-shirt as I spoke. She did not say a word as I led her to my den, and pressed play on my laptop. "I bet you really got off watching this," she finally said, but I noticed that her fingers were caressing her lower belly. "Don't worry, watching it never gets old for me." I eased her shirt up, and her shorts down. Her eyes never left the video as I bent her forward and fingered her sodden twat, dragging moisture back to her asshole. She loved ass fucking, and her rosebud expanded invitingly as I teased it with two fingers and then thrust my thumb in to open the

passage. She grunted as I impaled her with my hard cock, but still never stopped watching the screen, where she was cooking dinner wearing only a sheer kimono, our daughter seated at the breakfast counter, eyes feasting on her mother's thighs and ass as the silk shift. When my wife turned to speak to our daughter, her tits flashed, and our girl almost choked on her juice.

"That was only Monday," I observed, "now known as Mom day." The next section featured a scene in the family room. My wife and I were snuggled on a couch, our daughter off in a chair, all watching a movie together. In the video, my fingers danced across my wife's flesh as she writhed against my hard cock, but the focal point was over in the chair, where our little girl was trying to discretely finger her teen twat. Suddenly, she dashed out of camera range. "Tuesday," I commented, "she ran off to the bathroom. Later I found a very wet pair of thong panties. I figure she jilled off." "Sure, but that was because of you, not me... she must have been thinking about you touching her instead of me, or your bulge pressing against her ass, not mine." "Just watch," I replied, my fingers tugging her nipples away from her dangling tits, making her bite her lip. knew that she loved pain, and found myself wondering if she had schooled our daughter in that pleasure too. This made my cock throb harder, deep in my wife's bowels. I felt my balls tighten, glad that I had already blown a load earlier, because I wanted to last until after the next bit of video. Wednesday had been a sunny day, so I had converted the gnome into a garden feature. On the screen, inches in front of my drooling spouse, our daughter came out and lay down on a lounger, clad only in a barely there bikini. That made my shaft fatten again as we watched. The next bit was the key though. In the video, my wife appeared, dressed in a two piece suit a bit

less revealing than our daughter's suit, but the sizable tits still strained the fabric, and those mature hips filled out the bottoms nicely. The camera caught the look on our daughter's face perfectly as she swiveled to discretely watch her Mom settle in the sun. "I bet she would have loved to put lotion all over you," I suggested as the camera showed our daughter massaging a tit with one hand while caressing her own quim with the other.

"I...I wish she had offered... I would have take off the top, had her make sure my nipples did not get a burn." "And the bottoms?" "Yes, those too... oh Daddy, fuck me harder, fuck my ass like you want to fuck our girl."

"Two more days to watch," I replied, but I did start thrusting harder, and noticed that her muscles were clenching around my shaft.

"But I already believe you-you win-she really does watch her Mommy."

"And now you need to watch her." Thursday I had moved the teddy bear into our girl's bedroom. First, in the edit, I had included the footage from the gnome, returned to the kitchen.

It seemed innocent, my wife baking cookies, until you saw our daughter enter the room just when her mother brushed loose flour off a breast barely contained in a low-cut blouse. Standing behind the baking surface, my wife had not seen her daughter stick one hand inside her track pants, fingering away while watching her mother moving. Then the video cut to the other camera, where our girl had run upstairs to change. She stripped naked. We both gasped at the beauty of her nudity. Though the nanny cam provided no sound, it was easy to see her lips form the word "Mom" as she lay on her bed bringing herself off.

My wife came as she watched her daughter say the word. Her muscles tightened even more around my cock in her ass. "Still one more bit," I reminded her. "Finger my cunt, please," she begged, and I complied, noticing that she was wetter than she had been in years.

"Friday..." I narrated as the video cut to a new scene. "She went out as you may recall..."

With no one home, my wife had put on a soft core movie and we had snuggled on the couch, much like on Tuesday, but this time, we soon shed enough clothing that her nipples were in my fingers and my cock was between her thighs. This was recorded on the teddy cam I had returned to the family room. The gnome in the kitchen captured the sight of our daughter silently entering the house, and surreptitiously peeking at our lovemaking. Soon, her teen outfit was as shifted as her mother's, and I had cut the video to document their simultaneous orgasms, closing with our

daughter silently once again mouthing the word "Mom", removing any doubt what really turned her on. Our Saturday afternoon orgasms also synchronized with the camera footage, as I pumped great gobs of goo up my wife's poop chute while her cunt drenched my fist with fluids.

"You...you're right..." my wife gasped as she sucked air back into her lungs. "She really does get off watching me. I wish that she was here right now so that she could see what we just did."

"Guess what, guys, practice finished early," our daughter spoke from behind us, "so I've been enjoying the show." I swiveled my head, my cock flopping free from my wife's anus. Our

daughter had been dressed in gym clothes, but the pants were puddled on the floor, and the shirt was around her neck. Her thong was drenched, her bra was pushed above her tits, her nipples stood out like twin thumbs. Her fingers were deep in her shaved teen cunt.

"Yes, I can see you loved it, so I guess the question is whether you care to join in."

"Well, since I see that I'm already a video star..." Then she stopped talking because she had dropped to her knees at my feet and licked my cock clean. She did not spend long on that task though, because she swiftly swiveled to position her head in a perfect position to capture the flow of spunk starting to seep out of her mom's backside.

"Mother, may I?" she asked in a girlish tone, just like when she was a preteen seeking permission.

"Yes, please, my dear," my wife replied. Her baby girl wasted no time licking her mother's thighs clean, slowly working upward, circling around that gaping rosebud, the source of the cream, still red from my fucking. As my daughter teased her Mom's anus with the tip of her nineteen year old tongue, I noticed that she was wriggling her ass and thrusting it up in the air. The ruined thong was tugged aside, revealing that my little girl's asshole was winking at me. After just a few seconds watching this show, my aching ancient cock was surging back to readiness, and it knew where it wanted to enter. I stepped up right behind my baby as she started fucking her Mom's

anus with her tongue, using two fingers to stretch the opening wide so that more of my spunk coated her lips, and was starting to flow down her chin.

"Mother, may I?" I said in my best imitation of our daughter's falsetto. My wife turned to look back over her shoulder, seeing my hands lightly grasping her daughter's youthful hips.

"The little vixen needs a good ass fucking, daddy," my wife laughed, before moaning and grunting, thrashing into another chain of orgasms. I flexed my knees and directed my hard spear low, allowing it to slide along my daughter's wet gash, bumping her swollen clit just a bit. After a

couple of strokes, still without truly fucking my baby's cunt, I was well lubricated, I leaned back, straightened up, and thrust my hardness deep up inside my daughter's ass, without further tenderness. She grunted once, reminding me of her mother's sexual sounds, but never missed a beat in licking out the fluids leaking from deep in my wife's bowels.

"Don't forget Mommy's clit, darling, it needs loving too, even if it doesn't yet have Daddy's spunk for your tasting," my wife moaned. I saw my daughter eagerly slide a couple of fingers along her mother's slit. And then, though I could not see, I guessed that she was twirling her

mother's pearl expertly. Certainly my wife's ecstatic screaming gave proof that our daughter was not just a gifted newcomer to the art of pleasing a woman.

Having come once, I lasted a good long time fucking my daughter's ass. She finished cleaning her Mom's bowels and then shifted her face forward a bit and snaked her tongue past my wife's taint and started tongue-fucking her mother's gash. I shuffled along, never removing my pulsing member from her rear, but grabbing two handfuls of dangling tit to better maintain

leverage. Once I re-established my pace, I began tugging rhythmically upon her already hard nipples, making her moan as she continued to suck her mother's essence, the tip of her tongue darting out to touch my wife's clit, triggering yet another round of aftershocks which I saw quake through my wife's shoulders, back and hips, but also felt transmitted through the medium of our daughter's tight young body. I switched to pinching my daughter's nubbins, discovering that each time I did so she let out a little bark, and her muscles contracted extra tightly around my cock.

"Pull out so I can taste your cock now, honey," my wife demanded.

"Then I want you to fill our baby up with cream in her tight little cunt, so

that I can get her off while I lick her clean. I can always return the ass cleaning favour next time."

Next time? There was going to be a next time? Without even consulting our daughter, my wife had taken a leap, but our nineteen year old girl was too busy cleaning seepage off the inside of her mother's thighs to protest. After a few final licks, she twisted her face and looked up at me, just as angelic as a nine year old, but as sexy as the young adult she now was. She

relaxed her jaw and opened her mouth, showing me her tongue coated with

the effluvia from her mother's well fucked, cream filled ass. My little girl, not so innocent, grinned up at me, her teeth slimy with my seed. Clearly, like her parents, she enjoyed things others might find disgusting. I took a step back, my tip sliding free of my baby's anus with a loud

"plop." While I did that, my wife was sinking to the floor twisting around to cradle her baby's face in two hands, sharing a tongue twisting kiss which erased yet another parent child barrier. Soon, their fingers were busily exploring the others body, so similar, so no doubt, familiar. Four hands

cupped tits, fingers tweaked nipples which they then mashed together, the points jousting like tiny swords. Watching them making out caused my cock to stiffen again, more blood surging into the already thick throbbing shaft. That in turn made the cock-head bob up and down, tapping my wife's cheek.

She broke off the kiss with her daughter. Both faces now beamed at the sight of my hard member. Instead of my wife licking me clean, two tongues bathed my slimy shaft, four hands kneaded my heavy balls. They took turns teasing my pee slit, and then each in turn took my helmet into their mouth.

My wife nudged our daughter, positioning her on the carpet, doggy style, while still stroking my shaft. Then she grasped my cock in her fist and without pause drove my tip deep into our girl's cunt. The tight space closed around my shaft. The muscles contracted, fitting like a glove.

"Oh, Daddy, your cock is just the perfect size," she moaned as she started thrusting her hips back to fuck me. Meanwhile, her mother was caressing her back, her shoulders, her tits.

"I've seen the way Daddy looks at you, baby. I'm so glad that you're giving him this treat, and that we can share him." My wife gave her daughter another passionate kiss and then rolled onto

her back and slid underneath her. Suddenly, I felt my wife's tongue teasing my root right where it exited from our daughter's labia. I saw our baby bend her head down to draw her mother's clit into those teenaged teeth. "That's right, baby, I've seen how you look at your Mom," it was my

turn to comment. "I'm so glad that you're able to share your passion now." Without warning, my wife snaked an arm up and around my ass, and I felt her finger probe my anus. The instant that her fingernail touched my prostate, I pumped great gobs of goo into my daughter, not stopping until

my entire load was filling our baby. Slowly, I withdrew my deflated cock, which my wife gave a quick lick to before she started lapping up the cream dripping down onto her face from her baby's cunt. I slumped back on the floor and watched my two women pleasure each other to simultaneous screaming climaxes, after which my daughter simply slumped down onto

her mother's plush body, both of them panting for air . "I can hardly wait for you to recover Daddy–if Mommy eats my ass like she licked my clit, I'm in for my best orgasms ever."

All I could do was smile, and think about how glad I was that my wife had finally done something about the way her daughter looked at her, and that I looked at my daughter.

I do delivery for my own flower shop. I'm nice, tan, very pretty, maybe not exactly big but nice breasts and just really a sight to see or so I've been told. Many deliveries come and go but this one did more cumming than going. There is a local business in town that is male dominated and the guys there buy a lot of stuff to take home to the wives or girlfriends.

So anyhow I've delivered there several times and I feel pretty comfortable with the fellows and there is plenty of flirting going on both ways. Well one day as I made my delivery, I noticed that the boss, Mr. Jenkins in the back was really checking me out more than usual. So I made the flirty comeback, "You like what you see?" And of course he said, "Yes."

Then I went into his office and said, "Why such a look, not getting it at home?"

We laughed and Mr. Jenkins said, "Maybe, but I'd love to give you a massage right here."

Now somehow Jenkins was speaking my language because I love being rubbed and felt of all over my body. My dream is to be massaged by several men at the same time. So now very sheepishly I said, "I wasn't expecting that answer, but I do love getting massages."

We chatted a little more and I decided to give in just a little so I said, "Okay, but only shoulders and neck and then I have to get back to the shop."

Oh My God...when Jenkins softly massaged and rubbed my shoulders, he made me melt away. I forgot all about where and who and what. He had magic fingers or if not it sure felt like he did anyway.

Before I realized it my nipples were as hard as pencil erasers and moisture raging in between my legs. Then I felt another set of hands on my feet gently digging their thumbs in my soles and stretching my toes. Then I felt another set of hands, the fingers kneed on my upper legs. Oh shit, I thought, I'm in my dream world? I completely forgot all about my surroundings and my inhibitions. I felt my blouse being unbuttoned and I thought no, but I couldn't or didn't want to stop it. So instead I lifted my shoulders and arms to allow my blouse to be taken off of me.

I was now able to focus for a little and saw that I had five men's full attention at the moment all focused on me. My dream was coming true. As the massaging continued Hawthorne stood beside me and leaned down to unbutton and unzip my pants. When he started to pull them down, I wiggled my ass to help him. When they puddled around my ankles I helpfully raised my feet so he could get them all the way off. Standing there in my bra and panties, I blushed crimson but didn't want the hands to stop. Then Miller reached around my back, unhooked my bra and when he pulled the straps from my shoulders slumped forward allowing my bra to slide down my arms and fall to the floor. My perfect breasts with their delectable dusky-rose nipples now revealed, I stood there posing topless for Clark's cell phone camera. Moaning low in his throat, Jenkins walked up behind me, reached around my chest and started playing with my breasts and tweaking my erect

nipples. "Good Marilyn," Jenkins murmured huskily, "Now let's get those panties off." Then he grabbed the sides of my panties and slid them down my legs. Again I helpfully lifted my feet so he could get them completely off. Suddenly I stood before these men completely nude.

Taking Jenkins place behind me, Williams did a nice job of gently caressing, soft squeezing and easily pulling and pinching my nipples causing me to moan, "Uuuuuuugh," with pleasure.

Clark moved up beside me and started running his hand over my hips, thighs and bottom...even gave me a good, crisp smack on the butt. Caught up in the action Williams moved forward and started grinding his groin into my butt cheeks, rooting around my back door a little bit.

My whole body was getting taken care of as I stood there naked and in complete ecstasy. But you know men, as I became more aware of my surroundings again I noticed that I wasn't the only one naked. I had five rock hard cocks all around me.

Now believe me, my fantasy didn't have me being a slut but seeing all those hard dicks I knew I was in for it now. I slowly started to reach around and rub their cocks that were all now at

my mercy. Then with his hands on my shoulders Williams soft guided me down as I lowered myself to my knees. I took Jenkins the boss first, the least I could do. Now on my knees before him, I looked up at him with a sexy lustful smile on my face. We both laughed as I reached up and cup his balls in one hand and with my other, pulled him to me as I guided his throbbing cock into my mouth. Bobbing my head rhythmically, I massaged Jenkins's stiff tube of man flesh with my talented lips and tongue. Wiggling his ass, the pudgy man spread his legs as wide he could get them without falling down, had his hands spread across the back of my neck and her shoulders, still massaging.

"Oh, fuck, you're good at that," he muttered, opening his eyes and looking

down at me. The wet sucking and slurping sounds made by my eager, tugging mouth only enhanced his pleasure, giving him the impression that I truly enjoyed sucking his cock.

Jenkins's only response was a muffled and apparently agreeable moan. My hands deftly manipulated his balls, rolling the fleshy sacks in her slender fingers.

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" In short order, Jenkins started pumping his hips forward and back, careless of my comfort, just wanting only to get off. Grunting, he reached down and grabbed a handful of hair, to add some force as he fucked my mouth. His cock tingled electrically in my mouth, swelling to the limit of stiffness before erupting. Jenkins gasped and spasmed, moaning loudly and shaking

as I sucked every last drop of cum from his straining dick, laving the head of his cock with massaging swirls of my tongue. I finally lifted up, lips pursed closed and decorated with a slimy film of cum and turned to the next hard cock. Easing back Clark's foreskin and revealing his purple head, my tongue teased the small opening of his pee hole where a small amount of clear liquid pre-cum had accumulated. Eagerly sucked his dick, I plunged deeper and deeper with each pump of my soft, full, pink lips. Clark guided my head with his hands, watching as his hard shaft slid in and out of my hot mouth, sinking again and again between my moist lips.

"Mm-hmm," I moaned passionately around his dick, sucking harder, taking more and more in my mouth. Clark gasped, arching his back as his cock slid down my throat. As I pressed my chin to his balls, my lips fluttered around the base of his shaft. Amazed by the size of his cock, I throat-fucked him for a moment or two longer and then I backed off, my wet mouth poised around the head of his big cock. I gulped loudly, gasped again and then plunged back down, bobbing my mouth rapidly up and down, moaning eagerly all the while. Sucking his huge cock like a desperate woman, I slurped my mouth off his dick, my lips shiny and wet. I stroked his cock rapidly with my closed fist, jacking it up and down. The puffy nipples of my firm breasts danced along Clark's inner thighs as my breasts shook. I heard Hawthorne gasped,

"Mifuckingod, what a fucking slut."

With a sexy, purring sound, I willingly swallowed his cock again, sliding all the way down to his pubic hair. Looking down at me Clark grunted with pleasure. I jerked my wet mouth off his dick and took it in my hand. I gave Clark an impassioned look, as I pumped his cock frantically while rolling his swollen balls with my fingers. I licked my lips and giggled as I went back down, hungrily slurping and sucking once more. Swiftly bobbing my head up and down and stroking

Clark to the rhythm of my hot, tight, sucking mouth. I made muffled little whimpering noises as I anticipated his orgasm.

And still my head pumped up and down, my lovely, unequaled mouth bringing him closer and closer to orgasm. Clark closed his eyes, savoring the sensations as I sucked and pulled, pumped and stroked. Rolling my mouth, I stroked him with my supple tongue, squeezing his cock and balls

with the sole intention of making him erupt in my mouth.

"Oh god...I'm cummmmming!" Clark cried, his body spasming,

bucking his hips as his cock throbbed in my mouth. I moaned,

"Uuuuuuuuuum," eagerly, sucking as hard as I could, my hands gripping his hips as I pumped my mouth up and down his straining shaft.

"Oh, God!" cried Miller, "Don't do it, buddy..." But boy did he? Clerk groaned loudly, arching his back as his cock catapulted what had to be the most satisfying orgasm he's ever experienced into my mouth. His cum, thick and hot surged between my lips, spurting over my tongue, filling my eager mouth.

I jerked back a little from the force of his orgasm, sliding my hot mouth back until just the head of his spewing cock was gripped between my lips. Clark wiggled, held my head close and dug his fingers into my scalp as he reveled in the intense sensation of cumming in my mouth. I kept

sucking, tugging on his dick with my mouth, squeezing his shaft tightly in my fist.

Then I made a quick circle around the room giving each of the remaining guys a turn at my mouth. Once again sucking cocks is not my favorite thing but I was in way over my head by now so more or less had to go through with it. My body was pulsating with eager, anticipating fear but

hot with exciting passion. While sucking I'd made myself a game plan. Since I was fixing to get the fucking of my life (I hoped), I wanted the biggest cock last. Oh my god, there was one in the room ...Clark's...that was so big that he made me shudder to think about it.

Putting my elbows on the carpet I raised my hot shapely ass in the air and rubbed it up against Hawthorne, the one with the smallest dick in the room. I lowered myself face down until the carpet rubbed my skin, then I spread my legs. Moving between my legs, Hawthorne grabbed my hips and

his stiff cock part my lips as he enter and started to fuck me. This wasn't really part of my fantasy. I just wanted to be massaged and touched by a lot of men at once.

As Hawthorne enthusiastically pumped in and out of me I knew the other guys were watching. I could feel my orgasm building as Hawthorne continued to drive his cock into my sweet pussy. My nipples stiff scrapped the carpet and I knew my moans were echoing through out the office. The

feel of his cock in my pussy brought me closer to the volcanic explosion that was threatening to consume me.

"Bitch," growled Williams.

"Fucking whore," muttered Jenkins, not wanting to be left out of the

action.

My nails dug into the carpet and I pushed back. Hawthorne's mouth came down and bit my shoulder. I screamed and came for him. I exploded all over his cock, showering it with my hot fluids. My virginal muscles clenched his shaft and I pushed deeper onto his petite size tool. His balls slammed against my ass and I felt myself shake with lust.

"Ohh...fuck," I moaned. As the boys watched my hand moved between my legs, pulling the petals of my delicate-lips open. The vivid red of my nail polish was like an explanation point against the bubble gum pink of my pussy. By now my clit was so fat and erect that its tip poked up like a pencil eraser, rising far beyond the dark folds of my clit hood.

Cascading falls of melted honey flowed down the velvet sides of my pussy. Every joint in my body stiffened. I couldn't breathe, think, or speak. For a moment I couldn't see. I just was. I just existed in the black abyss that was void of all feeling and color. Then as if someone flicked a switch, a blinding shot slammed into me and my eyes shot open. "OH MY GOD," I screamed as Hawthorne's shot of hot cum filled my pussy. "OH FUCK," I wailed as the rapid waves of cum

oozed out of my pussy and down my creamy white thighs. Hawthorne was insatiable. He kept impaling me. Another river of fire shot from his cock and collided with my nectar. The juices of our sex mingled and while they did the temperature only added to my frenzied fuck.

Hawthorne made me cum over and over as I reached the mountain and fell back down again. He lifted me up, carried me higher and then I crashed again. Each climax was unique and when the final one was pulled out of me I cried. My tears flowed down my face, my head pounded in pain. My lungs hurt. My throat was dry. My lips were sore from the constant biting. The joints in my ankles, knees, elbows ached. Even my fingers tingled.

Catching my breath, I then turned around and backed my ass up to Williams, cock number two. With a moan of pleasure, Williams' cockhead slipped between my butt cheeks and pierced my pussy. He slowly pulled back as he savored the tight wetness of my just fucked pussy. Then he

grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him. As I back into him he fucked me like a machine, pumping in and out until his cock had rubbed every inch of my tight pussy.

Williams wanted to please me, so he reached around my boyishly lean hips and found my clit with one fingertip. As soon as he touched it, my pussy clamped even tighter in a spasm of hot response. Then he rubbed my clit while he continued to ream my pussy with steady strokes of his hard cock. I was an unfamiliar fuck, but my feverish response to the thrust of his

cock and the feel of his finger on my clit made it easy to read my body's needs.

My arms suddenly collapsed in the storm of arousal and the angle of his cock rubbing the velvety walls of my pussy became unbearably exciting.

Williams increased the speed of his fingers on my clit and gritted his teeth as his balls tried to discharge too soon. I was whimpering for joy, unable to coherently complete the sounds of my pleasure. And then suddenly my butt pushed urgently back against Williams' crotch. Strangled

gasps escaped my lips as my pussy franticly squeezed his cock as my body trembled in orgasm...and so was he. Williams could barely suppress a scream of ecstasy as his scalding hot cum boiled up out of his balls and flooded my pussy. Falling forward, we quivered together in a storm of shared ecstasy. By now I was on fire and pussy juices and cum was running down my inner thigh and I had three more hard cocks to satisfy and one was Clark's, the biggest cock that I'd ever seen. The men were standing around excitedly stroking their cocks and rubbing my firm breast and grabbing my ass. They were all three as hard as rocks.

I rolled over on my back and spread my long lovely legs. When I motioned to him, Jenkins crawled between my legs to enter me while I positioned Miller to fuck my breasts. As Miller laid his dick between my breasts, Jenkins shoved his cock into me, and started banging away. My boobs jiggled as Miller fucked them. WOW, I couldn't believe it. A hard cock in my pussy and one between my breasts and right in my face. I was getting banged like a bad little slut.

I could have stayed there forever, on my back with my legs spread wide and my arms around jenkin's back, sliding, scratching him, gripping his ass as he hammering me like a whore...pumped his cock in and out of me. Jenkins was bigger than the first two and with me being on the floor,

there wasn't much give so this time I was getting a good fucking. As I took every stroke deep into my pussy. Jenkins' nice dick felt like it was getting bigger and bigger.

The tit fucking got so hot that Miller moved up to my mouth and finished there but at the last minute pulled out and shot his hot load on my breasts.

I looked down at Jenkins, the man nailing my pussy and said, "Fuck me so I can ride Clark's big dick. Come on harder." And that was it for him, the muscles in his body took over for about ten glorious seconds Jenkins no longer had any control.

The warm cum flew down his shaft and into me. As spurt after spurt went into me, Jenkins kept pumping. I bucked up against him, desperately thrusting my pussy up to meet him. As I felt his cum flying into me, he started to scream. His screams racked out of his body in long sobs. I didn't know if it was pleasure or pain I was giving him at this point. Even if it had

been causing him pain it wouldn't have mattered to him during that minute of ecstasy. Jenkins could not have controlled his spewing cock if he'd tried.

By now I was so spent that I had no clue what I was really going to do with that monster cock that was left with that raging erection. It looked like it had grown since we'd started fucking.

Pushing Clark down on the couch that was in Jenkins' office, I climbed up and straddled his lap. As I inserted his huge cock into me, Clark reached up and held me by my hips, assisting me as I sat down on his lap. Reaching between my legs, I used my hand to guide his cock to my pussy. When the head touched my slit, I naturally moved it up and down in the hot wetness

that was oozing out of me.

My eyes closed and my mouth came open and I was gasping, taking my own pleasure from impaling myself upon the head of Clark's monster.

WOW he spread me open like I hadn't just got fucked by three men. I ran my hands up from his stomach across his rib cage and past his nipples. Then hands braced on his shoulders, I started to move up and down on about half his shaft taking all I could. The ecstasy and the hot erotic

sensations were still there even though my fantasy was over with the massage.

Clark leaned forward and took a erect nipple in his mouth. I was bucking up and down on top of him, starting to moan out my pleasure. But then men will be men and Hawthorne said, "I'll bet you can't take it all."

And of course the challenge was on. So I looked Hawthorne in the eye and said, "Just watch me." Without blinking an eye or even acting like I felt that monster cock plunging deep into my body deeper and wider than ever before. I looked straight at Hawthorne as I slid all the way down until Clark was in me up to the base of his cock, his pubic hair tickling me as I positioned myself.

Then I turned to Clark and said, "Is that all you got or are you gonna fuck me?" A hush fellow over the room as he started to pound the living shit out of me. OH my god...what a cock I had in me. The big thing just kept bottoming out in my well fuck pussy and it hurt so good but all the time I just looked at Hawthorne, the man that challenged me and kept saying, "Is

he going to fuck me?" Clark's thrusts were powerful, more than I expected. I could feel his

arms go around me and draw me to him. He was trying to mumble something, I think it was just an "oh fuck" or maybe an "oh my god", whatever it was I couldn't hear him and I wasn't about to stop him. Clark held me tight and bounced up and down on the couch, banged me hard, my butt bouncing up and down on top of his balls. I met his thrusts by ramming my pussy down on him. We rutted like animals in heat. Even though I was in the most wonderful pain I've ever felt, I just stared him down. I was in control.

Then I felt the contractions in my pussy all around his thrusting member and soon each time he jabbed up into me the wetness of my folds increased many times. Soon I felt that cock swell up with cum and shoot a load into me that would have made me cringe any other time but I'd made up my mind that I was going to win this battle.

So when Clark was done, I said, "That was nothing boys. Thanks for the massage but don't expect this with every delivery." Now when I drop by to make a delivery I know that I have their full attention but I've never let them have me again because I'm still in control.

Of course they don't know about it, but last Friday night to commemorate our little get together I let a guy that I'd just met take me into the men's restroom at a bar, set me on the counter and fuck me. When we were done I knelt down on floor where anyone that walked in could see us

and gave him a blow job.

So there I was, nervously waiting in the parking lot for my job interview at UPS. I was applying for jobs all summer that year. Application after application, and not one single response. It sucked big time. Lucky for me I found an ad that UPS had posted online wanting warehouse package

handlers, at $15 an hour. Wasn't bad for an entry level position. It was a new facility too. 20 minutes from where I lived. The last gig I had fell through, but I wasn't able to receive

unemployment funds after the fact. I did some freelance graphic designing to scrape up some extra cash, but it wasn't enough to cover the bills, my car note and other things. Yeah, I was going through it. I exhaled, got out of my car and walked to the security station, met by

an older black guy holding a wand. Another guard was leaning on the counter, filling out a log sheet. "Arms up, please..." he said, turning the wand on as I stepped forward, "Interview?"

"Yup," I nodded as the man scanned down my chest and legs, "It's supposed to be for a package handler position." "Yeah, I hear that. You're about the fifth person today to come in here for that. Hell, I'd apply myself, but at my age, I have no business lifting packages! Just keep your fingers crossed, and remember...firm handshake!" "You got it," I chuckled.

I walked out, fixing my tie a bit as I saw the main entrance to the office portion of the facility, which was freaking huge. Some construction workers were still working outside, patching up what was last of the landscaping. As I walked inside, I met a beautiful woman who resembled the actress Phylicia Rashad, sitting at the front desk. She was a black woman about in her late 40's, with a short bob hairstyle. She was fine as hell, and I do mean FINE. I always had a "thing" for older women. Her breast pushed against the button of her black blazer, the red top

underneath displaying just a tad bit of cleavage. Her glasses made her sexier. Small bold frames on a gorgeous, light brown face just do it for me. Gosh, she was bad! A ball of excitement stirred up inside of me, thinking that if I was to get this job, I could see this lady everyday.

"Mr...Wheeler?" she asked after shuffling through several papers, and then looking at the time.

"Yes, Justin Wheeler, yes," I nodded, standing in front of the door.

"Okay, have a seat over there, darlin'," she pointed, "They're not done with the last interview yet. Everyone around here calls me Ms. Darlene." She had thick southern accent, almost of a full out southern belle.

"No problem...oh and nice meeting you, Ms. Darlene," I said as I sat, looking around the office at the UPS plaques and posters on the walls. I sat and waited for about 15 minutes as she took phone calls, answering and transferring them throughout building. It's funny how she didn't pick

up on my excessive staring. I couldn't help but to stare. She was that damn fine.

"Would you like a bottle of water while you wait, dear?" she asked after ending a call, "I'm sorry that's it's taking this long." "Oh-um-sure that'll be okay," I said, snapping out of my little trance.

She nodded and stood from her seat, exposing a nice pair of hips squeezed into some black business slacks. My eyes got big as I adjusted myself in my seat. Damn she's thick, I thought as she walked from behind her desk, giving me a clear, profile view of what seemed to the biggest

booty I had ever seen in my life. And God it stuck out far. Far enough to sit a plate on. Maybe even to hang a towel on. The back of her pants stretched over the round, protruding ass which sat out like a shelf. It bounced and wobbled as she walked, each cheek switching up and down with each step.

It jiggled like it had its own mind as I looked on, trying to figure out how an ass could grow that big. I bit my bottom lip as I stared, beholding her giant donkey of an ass, the booty fanatic inside of me going wild. The girthy bulge concealed in the cheap ass Walmart slacks I bought at the last second began to grow, which I prayed would go away before my name was called.

"Here you go, honey," she said as she returned, pushing her glasses up her nose and handing me the bottled water. I crossed my legs, attempting to hide the log pinned to my inner thigh.

"Thanks! My mouth was getting a little dry," I joked.

"We wouldn't want that, now would we, handsome?" She smirked as she walked back to her desk. My eyes went for that ass, beholding it's sheer mass and glory.

Using her big round ass, she swung and bumped it into the nearby file cabinet, and one of the drawers popped open with ease. Holy shit, I thought as she grabbed a folder and took her seat. She watched me from across the room, as a man in a polo shirt and khakis appeared.

"Alright...Misterrrr Wheeler is it?" he asked, reading from his clipboard.

"Yes sir, that is me, yes," I fumbled, my brain still trying to process all the ass I witnessed.

He extended his hand for a shake. "James Schneider, Senior Manager. Good to see ya buddy."

"Likewise, Sir. I'm glad I was selected for this," I replied as I shook his hand, my eyes darted over to Ms. Darlene at her desk as she sized me up through squinted eyes.

"Good to hear, bud. You ready? Let's get you taken care of. I know y–"

Ms. Darlene cut him off. "James, I'll do the interview. You need a break darlin'. You've been working nonstop all day. Leave it to me." "Are you sure? I mean, I can knock him out real fast. Besides, who's going to watch the phones?"

"I'll get Carolyn to cover for me. Go ahead now," she said as she stood up with holding the folder.

"Alright, I suppose," he sighed, shaking my hand again, "Good luck, buddy." He departed into his office as Ms. Darlene walked from behind her desk, approaching with that seductive look again, "Well...follow me." And that I did, watching her huge ass sway before me, her massive ass

cheeks jerking, and jiggling about as she led me down the long hall. My bulge twitched again, swelling down my pants legs as I stared. "Close and lock the door," she instructed as she led me inside of the office rooms. I did and went for my seat. Is this really about to happen? I

thought. "So...I see you like...big asses," she smirked, putting the folder on the table.

I gulped. "Well...umm...ma'am I'm sorry, please, I wasn't tr–" "Noo Nooo I saw you looking Mr. Wheeler," she teased, "Actually, I can feel you looking."

"Feel it?" I asked with raised eyebrows, "Okay...listen...I'm sorry. I just couldn't help it I guess."

She drug her index finger along the desk as she walked around to me, giving me yet another profile view of that giant ass with her hand on her hip. It was so big, it almost looked fake. "It's okay, just know this, I get what and whoever I want around here, and you're just one cute little thing." "God damn..." I murmured, gawking at her poked out ass as I leaned back and spread my legs open, exposing the bulge I tried to conceal that whole afternoon. "My lord, and you're packing a hammer," she purred, examining my girthy shaft, "I guess the first interview question is...how big is it?" She reached down from where she stood and felt along the top half of my

lengthy cock, still somewhat in it's flaccid state. My throat was tight.

I couldn't even answer. She grabbed on the bulging meat, daring it to be free

from it's confines. "Hmm...I guess I'll have to find out myself," she said, kneeling to the floor between my legs. She fiddled with my belt and zipper as she looked up at me over her glasses, sliding my zipper down to the bottom. Without delay, Ms. Darlene reached into my briefs, grabbing and yanking my big, semi-flaccid cock free, causing it to flop against my stomach. It swayed and jiggled around in her grasp, settling into a hanging upright position over her

face.

"Oh my god," I gasped as my cock was set free.

"Yesss! Mmm!" she moaned, greeting my huge dick with a big, worshiping lick, "Jesus! Now THIS is a dick!" My mouth hung open as I watched her play with my cock, taking and beating her pretty face with it. Loud dick slaps filled the room, loud enough to make me wonder if someone strolling by could hear us. "Damn, I guess the next question is, how good can you work this big ol' dick, stud?" she asked, kneading my long cock with both her hands.

A sense of pride came over me. "I-I don't think you can take it." "Oh is that right?" she asked, her hands twisting up and down my long, swelling shaft, "Well I'll have to admit, this is indeed a big ass dick. I don't know what woman on this earth who could resist something so...huge."

"I don't know a guy on earth who could resist an ass as big as yours. It's crazy."

"Ain't it!? Welcome to the south, honey," she smiled, laying my dick against me before she unfastened her belt and pants. I braced myself in my seat, awaiting the bare view of her big booty. She hooked her thumbs in the top her pants, and with one big tug, they came down, allowing her big, donkey booty to wobble out with a huge bounce.

She rolled her slacks down to her ankles, and kicked them off to the side along with her flats. It was right in my face, inches and inches of ass, each cheek holding its own cellulite, yet it was perfectly round. She looked back over her shoulder at it as her big booty took seconds to wobble into place, appearing even bigger than it did before.

"Damn, this is a lot of ass!" I said, groping and gathering the monstrous

ass cheeks up in my hands. It had some weight to it. Firm, yet dough-like in

feel. It was enormous.

"Mmm fuck yeah...slap that big ass," she whispered.

I swatted her big, round ass hard, watching her beach ball size buttocks wobble and bounce as if they were made of gelatin. "Fuck Ms. Darlene..

This is crazy."

"Mmm again..."

I took another swat at her big ass with more force, slapping it before it could jiggle itself back into place. My pants dropped to my ankles as I got up and stood behind her, grasping and stroking my dick above her booty as she looked back at me.

"Fuck me. Fuck me, you big dicked stud," she said, reaching back to pull on my tie as she leaned over the desk a little. Her ass was so big, it pressed against my stomach, almost reaching my chest. She twerked it on me as moved my big cock between her legs, and pressed it against her pussy lips.

"You're so damn freaky, fuck."

She jumped a bit as I pushed it in, her walls already soaking wet. "My God! That's a whole lot of dick!" she said, grimacing as I fed that pussy inch after inch. I grabbed ahold of her enormous ass and humped with caution, giving her about half of my length. I palmed and squished her cheeks together, causing the booty meat to morph upward and bulge between my fingers. If there was such thing as 'too much ass', she was almost in that bracket. Groping and wobbling her cheeks in my hands, I picked up the pace. I unbuttoned and removed my shirt, allowing her fat ass to collide with my bare torso, resulting to deep claps. It was insane. Her back arched deeper, and her booty sat even higher, and bigger.

"Fuck! It's so much ass on you woman! Shit!" I said, as our bodies met, smacking against each other as I dicked her down like she demanded. My stroke became more pronounced as I hit it harder, driving my long shaft up her pussy from behind like it was the last one I wasn't going to get. The clapping got louder and louder as her big booty banged against me, taking inches prior women couldn't achieve. And she was taking it. All of it.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cheered, "My God! YES!"

I dicked her big ass down, working my huge cock like a machine, watching the giant ass wobble before me like it had a mind of its own.

"FUCK! GODDAMN IT!"

I shouted, and I pumped harder. And faster. My balls tightened as I fought to hold back my nut, but her warm, wet pussy was too much. I bit my bottom lip hard and shut my eyes, aiming my face

up at the ceiling, pounding Ms. Darlene with everything I had. The nut was coming, fast. The fucking became more rampant, more fierce. Mounds and mounds of ass slapped against me, turning my face into an intense wince. My long cock pulled out to the tip, and rammed back

inside with every, booty clapping thrust, testing the limits of her womb. Then I came. And I came hard. Yanking my dick from inside of her, thick, ropey spurts of cum shot across the room, one after another. "Fucking hell! UGHHHH!!"

"Mmmm milk that big ass dick, stud," she said, wobbling her huge ass for me as I handled my dick like cannon, aiming and painting her booty with the last supply of cum.

I shook the last few drops out, and stroked my depleted dong over her ass, as we tried to catch our breath. "Fuck...I ca– I can't believe this..."