Tempted & Teased in Texas

Man tempted by girls next door.

by writemarksmith. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

I had come back to Houston to put my life back together. I am an oil executive who has had quite a successful career. I started in the business right out of school and rose quickly through the ranks. I married when I was just 26 to a beautiful girl. We moved to the suburbs where we had a big house, a pool…the American Dream.

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We kept postponing the decision to have kids, then came the expat opportunities. We moved first to Calgary then after a few years on to Dubai. Whereas Calgary had nice people, beautiful land and ice cold weather, Dubai was filled with shady characters, was all city and incredibly hot. My wife and I both kept in shape at the gym, and I wore the nicest suits even in the sweltering temperatures. My wife and I had a beautiful condo, far above the city with a live in maid to serve us. We dined out almost every night at fabulous restaurants. It was a heady time, and to add to the excitement, I was poised for a big role back at headquarters in the USA.

This all changed when I found my wife in bed with anther man. Not just any bed, but our bed, and not just any man, but my boss. Cuckolded and furious I quit the company and a week later I returned home with just what could fit in two bags.

I had decided to move back to the suburban Houston home my wife and I had left years ago, somehow nostalgic for simpler times. We had rented it out for most of our time away, but we were between renters.

As I approached the familiar driveway in my rental SUV, it felt very strange to be back. The home was very familiar, but it felt alien to return to it, deep in America. The house was well managed while we were away, and since had rented it out partially furnished I recognized most of the rather sparse belongings. I walked to the lush backyard and noted the trees that had grown. I admired the familiar pool and dipped my hand in the water. As I did so I hear a voice calling my name.

“Jack?! Wow, it’s like I’m seeing a ghost!”

It was Amy, our neighbor for so many years peeking through the gate to our backyard. As she opened the gate I could see that Amy looked older than I remembered her but she was still very attractive. She had certainly kept up what was always a nice body. I reflectively admired her long tanned legs she showed off in her shorts. Her ample breasts jiggled proudly as she walked in a simple, sleeveless top.

We hugged and I felt myself stir as I felt her tits push against me. We caught up and she told me how well her husband Robert was doing at work, and that her daughter Tina was just about to graduate from high school. I told her of some of our travels and told her my wife and I had separated.

Any took my hand and told me how sorry she was. She insisted that I come over for dinner. I hesitated then had a better idea.

“Why don’t you all come over for a barbecue and swim in the pool. It will be like old times, we used to have a lot of fun.”

Amy agreed and I told her we could do it on Saturday, three days away. This would give me a chance to settle and buy a barbecue. She said she would take care of everything but the meat, which was appreciated. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and returned home. I felt a tingle again and realized it had been almost 4 months since I had fucked my wife. Perhaps I should have suspected something was going on.

I settled in to my new/old home, and Saturday came quickly. Coming just from next door, Amy arrived right on time for the barbecue, along with her husband. I opened the door and greeted them and they both walked in carrying groceries. Behind them was their daughter Tina struggling with a bag of groceries and two big bottles. I went to help her, taking a bag and as I did so I saw that little Tina had developed into a beautiful young woman. She was wearing a little halter top over her bathing suit, which showed off firm 18 year old tits and a flat stomach. Tiffany hugged me with a big smile,

“Welcome back Uncle Jack!”

I had forgotten she used to call me that and now I felt even more inappropriate for checking out her tits. I told her how much she had grown noting my voice had cracked a little, then turned to shake Robert’s hand and give Amy a hug. We all agreed this would be like old times with everyone politely leaving my cheating wife out of the discussion.

We went out back to enjoy the sun. I chatted with Robert about his sales job and how fast his business was growing, how I was going to take some time off before I seriously looked for a new job. While we were talking I tried hard not to be distracted by the two beauties sunning in my backyard. I had admired Amy often when she came by to enjoy our pool. Today she looked elegant and beautiful in her white one piece. I was even more taken with young Tina, who was enticing in her bikini. Her tits were small but perfectly perky. The back of her suit was cut high enough that it showed the tan line from another bathing suit on her ass. The contrast of her tanned skin against a sliver of very white, creamy ass was hard not to stare at. I realized I was hardening and tried to refocus on what David was saying.

Amy joined our conversation while Tina dove in the water and started to do laps. Amy sat close to me. She had always been very flirty in a fun way, and even with her husband right there she would put her hand on my knee when making a point or teasing me about something. It was innocent, but I twice delayed getting up due to concerns of exposing my erection.

Finally I got up to make start of the barbecue. Tina came out of the water to watch me while Amy went inside to prepare the rest of the food. Looking at this nubile young woman, dripping in her little bikini beside me I found I was very self-conscious. Despite myself I knew I was trying to impress her as I went about preparing our meal. I was also very aware that I didn’t want my friends to see me checking out their daughters tits, especially while her nipples showed through her little top.

“You’re quite the swimmer.” I sad dumbly, not sure what to talk about.

Tina explained that she had been on the swim team at school but was no longer swimming. She said how she missed all the times they used to come over and swim at my place when she was young.

“You’re always welcome to use the pool Tina.” I said grandly.

Tina’s eyes lit up. “Really?! That’s great, thank you Uncle Jack!”

Tina bent forward and kissed my cheek. As she did so one of her tits brushed against my arm. I felt myself blush even while I knew how foolish I was being.

We enjoyed a nice meal in the sun and I felt more at peace than I had in some time. A few beers had certainly helped that along, but so did the familiar company. Robert poured shots for all of us (except Tina) which lightened the mood even more. Tina thanked me for having her over but said she had to head out soon.

“Actually,” she said turning to me, “I’m meeting up with Sofia…do you remember her?”

My memory was a big foggy but I asked Tina if it was the Latina girl she used to hang out with.

“Yes!” Tina said as she looked at her phone and texted. “I’ll tell her to swing by here and you can say hi.”

Amy and I went for a swim and splashed each other a little. I was feeling no pain after many beers and it felt good to be active. I enjoyed being with Amy and found myself wishing my wife was as easy to get along with.

As I got out of the pool Tina called me over. “Uncle Jack,” she said, “you remember Sofia?”

I looked at the girl beside her as I toweled myself off. The girl was indeed Latina, but she looked very little like the awkward, slightly chunky girl with braces that I remembered. This girl was a vision with smooth olive skin and big brown eyes. She was smaller than Tina, but curvier. She was wearing a blue sundress with flowers on it that made her look even more feminine. The dress showed only a little cleavage but it was clear Sofia’s breasts were very real and very desirable. Her bare legs glistened in the sun a little as if she had applied lotion.

Sofia put out her hand tentatively, seeming a little shy. I realized that I had been rather overt about checking out her body and suddenly felt a little naked in my bathing suit.

“Hello Mr. Brown.” she said while I shook her hand. I noticed she discretely gave me my body the once over.

I stammered a little as I told her how much she had grown up and the two girls giggled sweetly. Sophia told me she would be 18 in just six days which made me feel like even more of a pervert. Sophia gushed about her memories of the fun they all had swimming in my pool when she was younger. Tina told her they were going to come back and enjoy it all summer then winked at me with a smile. I smiled back and tried not to encourage a stirring erection.

The two girls then said their goodbyes, Tina left with another kiss on my cheek and I allowed myself to watch their asses sway as they left before returning to more appropriate adult company.

We had a few more drinks before Robert and Amy headed home. Rob told me it was good to have me back and Amy surprised me with a kiss on the lips as she made me promise not to be a stranger.

That night when I was wandering around my empty house I noticed something. The windows of one of the guest bedrooms looked right into Tina’s room. The houses were set apart, and her window was partially covered by a curtain, but there was Tina, walking around in a t shirt and panties while texting somebody. I turned off the light so she wouldn’t see me, then realized how wrong it was to watch her like this. I did the right thing and went to bed, but jacked off imagining both mother and daughter next door in my fantasies.

Just a few evenings later I was woken from a sound sleep by squeals of laughter. Disoriented I realized they were coming from my backyard. Looking out the bedroom window I could see several kids were in the pool. I groaned and walked downstairs in my boxers. When I opened the sliding door and turned on the backyard lights it was like I had set off a fire alarm. Suddenly four kids, two guys and two girls, scrambled from in or around the pool, grabbed their clothes and ran through the gate. Without my contacts I couldn’t see perfectly, but one of the girls was topless and another was Tina, wearing the same bathing suit she had two days earlier.

I watched Tina’s ass sway as she scurried out of the yard, chuckling at the energy of youth, when I realized there was one more girl in the yard, and she was walking towards me.

“Sorry Mr. Brown.” she said.

As she came closer I saw that it was Sofia. Her hair was wet which showed off how beautiful her face was, even with no make-up. She was wearing an orange bikini and I could now see just how amazing her body was. Her tits heaved in the tiny top and they were flawless.

“We shouldn’t have come so late, one of the boys kept insisting”.

I shook my head and pulled my focus away from Sofia’s tits and back to her big brown eyes which were looking up at me with a guilty look.

I reassured her it wasn’t that big a deal and she smiled a smile that melted me. I saw that she was shivering slightly, and made the mistake of asking her if she wanted to come inside.

As soon as I said it I wanted to take it back, but she smiled and squeezed by me in the doorway. My jaw dropped as I saw her round ass, more exposed than covered in her little bikini bottoms. Her ass cheeks moved back and forth as she sauntered into the kitchen. Sofia looked over her shoulder as if wondering why I wasn’t following, and I shut the door and walked behind her.

I realized as I walked that I was now sporting an erection that my boxers were doing nothing to hide. I quickly positioned myself behind a chair in the kitchen.

“So…ummm…none of the guys were your boyfriend?”

Sofia giggled and I flushed a little realizing this wasn’t the best direction for the discussion to go. She played with her hair and told me that she had never had a real boyfriend, that the boys in school were so immature.

I found her not having a boyfriend hard to believe and told her so. Sofia looked up and me a said softly, “I want a man who really appreciates me. Makes me his Princess, you know?”

“You want a man to find a glass slipper and place it on your foot?” I asked, trying to make her smile.

Sofia looked up at and pouted, “Yes! Why shouldn’t I expect that a man treat me great?”

She looked genuinely sad, like she would never find a man like this. I wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be ok, but instead my words came quickly, “Oh you should expect that Sofia! You’re a beautiful girl. I can’t believe men aren’t lining up just to kiss your ass!”

As soon as I spoke the words I wished I could take them back. My heart started to beat fast as I was at once mortified by what I had said to this sweet young girl, but at the same time consumed with the vision of her sweet ass and how exciting it would be to kiss it.

“Really?!” Sofia giggled, “…you think they should line up to kiss my ass??!”

With that she turned around and ever so slightly jutted out her plump, perfect bottom.

I was hard as a rock and trying to diffuse the situation.

“I mean, not…just that I think…”

Sofia laughed again, but now it seemed to be at me rather than with me, “Oh Mr. Brown, I think you have something there. That’s what I really want, a man who would line up just for the privilege of kissing my ass!”

She turned around and I reflectively let out a sigh, both at the lightening of the tension, and the disappointment of being denied the view of her ass.

“I should be going soon.” she said, “may I have a drink of water?”

“Oh, of course.” I said. As I walked towards the fridge I suddenly realized I was rock hard and there was no longer a chair to hide it from this young beauty.

“Mr. Brown!” she exclaimed. Then she teased “Someone sure enjoys this bathing suit!”

She stared unapologetically at the erection bobbing in my boxers. I was mortified.

“I’m…so sorry Sofia” I said simply as I opened the fridge and poured her some water. I reached over to hand it to her so as not to come to close with my throbbing member.

She laughed and told me it didn’t look like I had anything to be sorry about.

“This will be our little secret Mr. Brown she mock whispered. It’s nice to get advice from a man.”

Sofia stepped towards me and ever so slightly brushed my erection with her arm as she bent forward and kissed my cheek. “We’ll have to do it again soon!”

With that Sofia walked slowly from the kitchen, surely aware that I had no ability to resist staring at her bottom wiggling as she moved. She gave me a shy wave at the door as she slid it open, then disappeared into the backyard and the night.

My adventures had just begun.

by  writemarksmith for Literotica

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The Audition: Her Sister’s Beds

He’s told he must audition, sexually for fiancée's family.

by deadeye_76, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

The Strange Will of Mr. Thurman.

On Wednesday night, the day before Thanksgiving or 2010, I’d just met my fiancée’s mother & sisters. The ‘audition’ cover story fell apart when my bride to be, Gwen; insisted that her family level with me. The true reason for each of them planning to have sex with me was because of Mr. Thurman’s will; and not because they were concerned for Gwen’s future love life.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Thurman. I can see you are in a tough spot. I can commiserate with you about this, but there are still dangers besides the personal issues. Can I tell you an old joke?”

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She looked puzzled. “Sure.”

“It’s one I heard a long time ago.” I sat forward. “A man was at a bar where he met a very desirable young lady. After a few drinks he leaned over and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a million dollars?’ She looked at him and thought about it, but eventually said yes. He smiled and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a hundred dollars?’ She looked aghast and said, ‘What do you think I am a whore?’ He smiled and said, ‘We’ve already established that, now we’re just bickering over price.’” I sat back and watched Mrs. Thurman.

“So are you saying that this makes us whores?” She was not happy.

“No, I’m saying this may be your deceased husband’s way of proving the point that he believes that you, Sheila, and Gaby are; and that this is a dangerous thing we are doing. The final amendment is still unknown to you, right?”

She looked at me carefully. “Right. We can’t see it until it’s time to declare that we have accomplished the first part  of the will’s demands; or decide to protest it.”

“This is a very dangerous thing.” I was worried about what the real goal of such a vicious man would be. Is this really what he wants? He wants them to be whores to prove that they are? Is that really a test?

She came right back at me. “But what choice do we have? If we do not do this before you two are married, we don’t even get a chance at the rest of his estate. I should have some of that, don’t you think?”

“I agree that you should get some of the estate, Mrs. Thurman. I’m sure that I would want it if I was a family member. However, I’m just not sure that I can do this. Gwen?”

Gwen looked up at everyone. She had been particularly quiet sitting there. “John, I love you. I want you to be faithful to me. However, I don’t know how I can say no to my family on this.”

I watched her carefully. She fidgeted and wrung her hands. She was very uncomfortable… as was I. “So if we do this, what’s the plan?”

Mrs. Thurman looked around. “Sheila, Gaby, and I already drew straws long ago to determine the order. I am supposed to go first, then Sheila, and then Gaby. You will sleep with each of us one night for the next three.”

I looked over at Sheila and Gaby. They were also fidgeting and unable to meet my eyes. “Are you two willing to do this, considering you are married?”

Sheila looked up and around. She opened her mouth and hesitated. Finally, she said, “Yeah, I guess so.”

Gaby stared at me until she realized I was waiting for her to answer individually. She was staring at me as she answered. “No choice.”

I went over and kneeled in front of Gwen. “Gwen, you must be absolutely sure that you can handle this. Saying now that you want me to do it and having to remember this for the rest of your life are two different things. Are you going to be able to face the fact that I had sex with the rest of your family?”

“I don’t know. I just think that I have no choice.”

I stood up. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

Later that night I visited the bedroom of my fiancé’s mother.

Thanksgiving Day, 2010.

I stared at the ceiling. Shit! I had lied to Gwen about fucking her mother. She knew I went in there to fulfill the requirements of the will, but if it ever came out she would go ballistic. I couldn’t take it back now and she would feel like I was hiding something if she found out after believing that nothing happened. I really was in a fix now. I would just have to deal with it and live with it the rest of my life, because I didn’t want to let this beauty go. But I also had two more women to go, her sisters. This was going to be an interesting but stressful weekend.

The next day was Thanksgiving. We all tried to act like it was another normal Thanksgiving gathering and dinner. The food was good, but there was an underlying current of tension in everyone. We were all jumpy because of the arrangements. We managed to get thru the day, and it was an overall joyous occasion, but as we got closer to nightfall, things got quiet. Finally, we all peeled off and went to bed. Gwen and I went to our room and discussed nothing in particular as we put on our pajamas and got ready for bed. She was trying not to discuss that I was going to go to her older sister’s room. Sheila was next up in the queue. Finally, at about 10pm, Gwen turned suddenly and pulled me into a bear hug. She whispered that she loved me and then pulled back. She looked up at me and tried to smile.

“I guess it’s time.”

I nodded. “Yeah, it is.”

Gwen put her head on my chest. “Please tell me again that this will not change what we have.”

I lifted her head by her chin and looked directly at her. “This will never change us. I love you and you love me and we will always be together. This will be over after this weekend.”

She put her head back down. “Okay, you’d better go.”

I started to pull away, but Gwen held on a little longer, then finally relaxed her grip and backed away. She looked up at me. “See you in a little while.”

“Okay.” I kissed her and smiled and left the room in my pajamas.

I headed for Sheila’s room. I knocked lightly and she called out for me to enter. I opened the door and she was already in bed. She smiled and waved me over. I went toward the bed.

She grinned. “Take off your pajamas and get in here.” I complied and she watched closely. “Um. Nice cock.” I looked up at her quickly and she grinned again. “Well, if we are going to do this, I might as well enjoy it. My husband has been neglecting his duties, so I’m ready.”

I was quickly tucked under the covers with her. “We don’t have to do this, you know. We could just say we did.”

“Not a chance.” I felt her reach for my cock and her covers fell away, revealing nice large tits. My cock hardened. “I can’t wait to have sex with a new cock. This has given me the approval I needed.” I was now fully hard based on her rubbing my dick with her warm hands and displaying those voluptuous tits. “And a nice sized one at that.” She threw the covers back and looked at my cock, standing at attention while she held it. “Um. Did I mention that I love sucking cock?” She bent over and slowly licked around the head. I lay back and moaned. She smiled up at me and rearranged herself on the bed so that she was kneeling next to me. I could see that she had a fantastic body. How could her husband neglect that night after night? Maybe she was lying or there was more going on there than she knew.

Sheila continued to lick and suck on my cock, and she was definitely into it. She gave it a final slurp and started to climb up over me. I looked up at her. “Are you ready? Do you need any lube?”

She grinned and rubbed my cock along her slit. “Honey, I’ve been thinking about this all day and I warmed up a little while waiting for you. Yeah, baby, I’m wet and ready.” With that she slowly started lowering herself onto my cock. Fuck, she was tight. “Fuck yes, a good hard cock. That’s what I really needed.”

I reached up and grabbed her nice c-cup tits. “Nice tits.”

She grinned. “Thank you.” Then she got serious. “Now let’s fuck!”

Sheila started bouncing up and down on my dick like a mad woman. She thrust herself up and down, up and down, groaning and mumbling how good it was at every step. She was very good at grinding her clit against me and I knew she was going to cum soon. Unfortunately, so was I. “Sheila, I’m going to cum soon.”

“Hmm… okay… oh, fuck!”

“Sheila, do you want me to try to get to your ass now?”

“Not a chance!” She leaned over and stared directly into my eyes while she rotated her hips, stimulating her clit against my pubic bone and hair. “I’m going to fuck you until we both cum and then I’m going to suck you hard again and then you can fuck my tight ass.”

That was the final straw for me. I started thrusting and thrusting, feeling the orgasm approaching. She started moaning and I could tell she was close, too. Suddenly, she erupted into an orgasm and held still for a second, then jerked, then held still, then jerked, and did this until she completed her orgasm. I was still thrusting and finally I came, too. I held her down against my hips as I buried my dick into her hot pussy as deep as I could get it to start spurting. I spurted and spurted, filling this sexy mother of two with my cum.

She finally collapsed onto my chest. “Um. That was nice. I think I’m going to like having sex with you.”

I pushed her up. “This is it, Sheila. Tonight is the last time we will have sex. Period.”

“Okay, okay, no need to get upset. I’m just going to leave an open invitation out there for you, that’s all.”

“Sorry, not going to happen. I love your sister and I’m going to marry her. She’s the one for me. Once we finish here tonight, we’re done.”

She stared at me for a second. “Hmmm. I guess that means that baby Gwen is pretty good in the sack, too, eh?”

“No comment.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “No matter. I’ve got you for a little longer tonight, and I’m not letting you go until we are done.”

I groaned and she grinned. She clambered off me and lay next to me. She snuggled up against me and waited a few minutes for us both to catch her breath. Finally she rose up on one elbow, her body still molded to mine. “Well, John. Are you ready for the next round?” She reached out and cupped my balls and soft dick. “Not yet? Well, let’s see what we can do about that.” She then leaned over and started cleaning and sucking my dick. Fuck! This woman was definitely into sex! I decided to tell her that.

“Oh, shit, Sheila, you can really suck cock!”

She lifted her face from my crotch and grinned evilly. “Damn right!” Then she buried her face back into my balls and licked them from the bottom up. She finished by going all the way up my dick and then burying it into her mouth. Fuck! I groaned and she pulled off.

“Um. I see that somebody’s dick wants some of Sheila’s ass. You ready stud?”

I stared at her for a second. “Uh, yeah.” I was barely recovered from the first fuck and she had my dick hard and quivering again.

Sheila sat up and patted me on the hip. “Get up and do this right. Get behind me and fuck my ass hard.”

I was amazed at how different this woman was in and out of the bedroom. She was fucking amazing at this. I crawled up onto my knees and she turned and got on all fours with her face buried into a pillow. She turned her head to me for a second.

“Fuck my pussy for a few moments to get nice and wet and then shove it in my ass. I love ass-fucking, so you shouldn’t have any problems.”

I crawled around behind her and stared at the voluptuous ass in front of me. Her little brown star was winking at me as she appeared to be flexing it. I moved up behind her and aimed my dick at her pussy. I eased it in. Our combined lubrication in her pussy meant that my dick was soaking wet instantly. I slowly fucked her a few times to get it ready and then pulled it out.

“Yeah, baby, fuck that sexy ass.”

I moved forward and pushed my dick against her asshole. “You mean this ass?”

“Fuck yeah! Do it! Fuck me!”

I pushed quickly and her ass opened up and my dick went all the way to the hilt in one solid thrust.

“Oh, yeah, fuck me baby!” Sheila kept after me to fuck her, so I did.

I pulled back and started thrusting. I would pull back kind of slow and watch as her ass clamped onto my dick and then I would quickly bury it. Each time my hips slapped up against hers and she moaned. I could feel her rubbing her pussy with one of her hands and I just started fucking her hard at that point. There was no attempt at her satisfaction now. I just pounded her and looked for my next cum. I wanted to fill her nasty ass with as much cum as I could. I fucked and fucked and she started rolling her hips a little as she played with her pussy and that pushed me to the edge. I was fucking her hard and enjoying it immensely. I was on that edge, wanting it to last forever, but also badly wanting to cum. Suddenly she shuddered in orgasm and the rhythmic squeezing of her ass put me over the top.

“Oh fuck! Here it cums!” I buried myself in Sheila’s tight ass and pumped a load deep into her. I pumped and pumped and was exhausted when I finished. I collapsed on top of her and pushed her flat on the bed.

“Nice job, John. I think you’re going to keep Gwen well satisfied.”

I lay there on top of her feeling her flex her ass and the nice contour of her bubble butt. “I plan on it.”

“Um. Just stay there for a minute until your dick shrinks and naturally pops out of my ass.”

I lay there, feeling her under me. I started relaxing and finally my dick popped out of her ass. She giggled. “Oh, yeah. Nothing like a good pussy and ass fucking to take the edge off.”

I rolled off to the side and stared at her. “Is your husband really neglecting you?”

She grinned. “Yeah. I think he has a little something on the side at work, so I have a friend who comes over and makes sure I don’t get too horny.” I must have been staring at her after that. “What? Don’t get all high and mighty until you’ve been in that position. I’m a woman reaching my sexual peak and all he can do is drool over the bimbos at work.”

“Okay.” What could I say to that. “I think I’ll get cleaned up and go.”

“Okay, lover. I’ll be sure to tell Gwen how good you were and took good care of her sister.” She gave me an evil grin and wink.

“No, thanks.” I threw my pajamas back on and went to Gwen’s room.

Gwen was not even pretending to be asleep this time. She was sitting up and reading her book – at least that’s what she was trying to do. She looked up as soon as I entered.

“Well?” She looked at me apprehensively.

“Your older sister is a little freaky.” I decided I had to tell her the truth about this one.

Her face showed her disappointment even though she knew why I went in there. “I figured. She was always the one telling us about her sexual exploits in college.”

“She also admitted to me that she thinks her husband has a mistress so she has a lover, too.”

Gwen stared at me. “She actually said that?”

“Yeah.”

Gwen got quiet for a minute. “So you fucked her?”

I stared at Gwen, trying to portray the regret that I felt. “Yeah.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Are you sure you want to talk about this?”

She looked down and then back up, staring at me. “Yes, I want to know.”

“I didn’t really enjoy it, but I did cum. She was very good.”

“She was?”

“She was even a little – I don’t know, maybe a little slutty?”

Gwen stared for a moment. “Do you think there’s any truth to my father’s accusations?”

“No. Absolutely not. I know that they are strong, independent women. I also know that they were not wallflowers in college, but there’s a big difference between having a healthy sex life and being a slut!” I said that emphatically, trying to ensure that she understood my position.

“I agree.”

Gwen lay down and turned away from me, saying nothing more. I thought she might be mad. I crawled into bed with her and lay there, thinking about what I should do, or what I could do. I could come up with nothing. I was completely ill equipped to handle this type of situation. I decided it was best to just lay there and not try to bother her.

I lay there and listened to her breathing. She didn’t’ seem to be relaxing. Finally, she turned toward me and put her arm over my chest and her leg over mine. “I’m sorry. I know we asked you to do this. It’s not your fault.”

“I’m sorry that I had to do it.”

She rose up and kissed me on the lips. “I love you. I always will.”

“I love you, too. Always.”

I was much more capable of relaxing now and thought about tomorrow. I was hoping tomorrow would be easier. Finally, I went to sleep.

I woke up and knew that it was morning by the light streaming in the window. There was no sign of Gwen. I sat up and looked around. The door was open and I could hear talking downstairs. I walked down there and Gwen and her mother were cooking breakfast. Gwen came immediately over to me and put her arms around me. She gave me a big kiss.

“Good morning, my favorite man.”

I answered her. “Good morning, my most favorite woman.”

She grinned. “C'mon. Let’s eat before my sisters get up.”

I agreed and we sat down for breakfast. It was the most relaxing meal I’d had since I arrived. I was holding out hope that the rest of the day would be easy, but I knew deep down that it wouldn’t be.

Friday after Thanksgiving, 2010.

I had just finished breakfast on Black Friday with my fiancé and her mother. I thought about what lie ahead. I had already fucked my fiancé’s mother and sister in order to fulfill the requirements of this weird will that her father had left when he died. Gwen didn’t know I had fucked her mother. I had lied and said we couldn’t do it. I had told her the truth about her slutty sister Sheila. Now, I had one more sister to go; Gaby.

The middle of the day went quickly for me. I took my time getting ready and the four women all went to do some shopping. They were avoiding the large malls, but were going to hit some small stores. I watched some football and caught up on some reading.

About 5pm, they strolled back in, carrying a few bags each from their trip. They were all laughing and having a good time. When Gaby looked over at me I saw her blanch. She was definitely feeling stressed out about our meeting later that night. Gwen came over and gave me a big, wet kiss and they all flounced upstairs to put their purchases away.

Dinner was leftovers and we all gathered around in the kitchen to dip into the containers and fill our plates. I got a little of everything and was second in line for the microwave, so I was sitting with Gwen as the other three were finishing and warming their food.

She leaned over to me and I smiled. She smiled back and then leaned closer to my ear. “I love you more than I can express.”

I turned my head after she said that to see tears welling in her eyes. I pulled her in and gave her a hug and told her I loved her. About that time her mother came out of the kitchen.

“Hey, you two, get a room!” She said it jokingly, but it seemed that Gwen was not to be cheered up. She didn’t laugh or respond, she just went back to eating.

The scenario this evening was the same as the others. We watched a little television and then everyone went to bed early.

At 10pm, I was ready to leave my room and head toward the room of yet again another Thurman woman. Gaby was the middle child and had been married for about 3 years. She had a one-year old that her husband had taken to his family’s house for the holidays. She was supposed to join them tomorrow for a couple of days.

I said my good-bye to Gwen and headed to Gaby’s room. When I entered, it was very dark. I waited for a couple of seconds to get my night eyes and then moved toward the bed. I could hear her breathing and her nervousness was so evident as to be discernible from 10 feet away.

“Gaby?”

“Y, Yes?” She haltingly answered, her voice breaking.

I sat on the bed. “Are you alright?”

I heard her take a deep breath. “Yes, but I can’t have sex with you.” She said it in a breathy whisper.

I was not surprised. “That’s okay.” I lay down on top of the covers. “I’ll just lay here and we can talk for a while. We don’t ever have to tell anyone anything.”

“Okay.” She seemed to relax, although I couldn’t see her. “I might have been able to do it.”

I thought about how she said that for a second. “Might have?”

“Yes. My husband and I decided to try for another child and I went off birth control a couple of months ago. I can’t have sex with you at all. I’d be too worried and scared that it wouldn’t be Bill’s.”

“Oh, I see. Well, that’s fine. We’ll just talk for a while and then I’ll go back to Gwen.”

“Okay.”

We discussed her life and she was just getting back into working, but she and Bill had really wanted to have three kids. She was already 27 and didn’t want too much time between them, so they had decided to try again this fall. I could tell that her family was important to her and she, like most mothers, couldn’t stop talking about her son. I told her about Gwen and I and she giggled when I told her how Gwen practically kissed my face off after proposing.

“That sounds so unlike her. I guess I haven’t seen her with a boyfriend or a date in so long, I don’t know what she’s like with men.”

“She’s an amazing woman.”

Gaby giggled. “I’m glad I had a reason not to have sex with you. I can see that you really love Gwen and I can’t think of how I would have felt around her if we had. I would always feel so guilty.”

“Yeah, it would be tough.”

There was silence for a few moments and then she whispered to me. “Did you have sex with my mother and Sheila?” I was quiet for a second and she continued. “No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

I thought about it. “I think you probably already know the answer to that, don’t you.”

“Yes.” She whispered.

“Okay, it’s been 20 minutes. I’m going to go back to Gwen, okay?”

I felt the bed move and then her lips were on mine. She kissed me just lightly and then pulled back. “Thank you, John.”

“You’re welcome.” I stood and went back to Gwen.

When I opened the door, Gwen was awake and reading by her bedside lamp. She was surprised to see me and it showed. “Back already?”

“It seemed like long enough to say we did it, right?”

Gwen waited until I crawled up alongside her. “Yes, but you didn’t, did you?”

“Can you keep a secret?”

“You know I can.”

“Gaby just went off birth control because she and Bill want to have another baby. No way was she going to do anything with me. We just talked.”

Gwen latched on to me hard and gave me a crushing hug. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

I lay down next to her and rested my left hand on her arm. I did this a lot. I loved just having a hand on her, knowing she was there beside me. She turned off the light and went to sleep in about 5 minutes. I lay there awake for a while, trying to logically work my way through this will. I mean, if he thought they were sluts, why would he have them do this? Was this really his plan? To humiliate them with the betrothed of the one daughter he still thought highly of? Wouldn’t that actually do the opposite of what he wanted? Why? I fell asleep with these thoughts rolling around in my head.

The Lawyer’s Saturday Inquisition.

When I awoke the next morning, although it was Saturday, Gwen was already dressed and coming into the room. “Wake up, sleepyhead. We have an appointment with the lawyer in about 2 hours. You need to get showered, dressed, and have breakfast before the 30 minute drive.”

“Argh! I think the stress has worn me out every day.”

She sat on the bed and gave me a quick kiss. “Are you ready for this?”

I looked at her and grabbed her arm as she went to get up. “Wait. Let me ask you something. If your father thought your mother and sisters were sluts, why would he have them prove this with me, your fiancé? Why would he have them do what he hated? What is his motive?”

She stared at me. “I don’t understand what you mean.”

“In the middle of the night something occurred to me. What if his goal was not to have them do it, but to see if they refused? What if this was a test of his theory? It seems to me that he may have done this to see if your family would prove his point. If your family did this, then they would be the whores he says they are and he gives them nothing. If they don’t, then maybe they have proved that they are not sluts and deserving of his estate.”

Gwen stared at me and I could see the wheels turning. “I see what you mean. I can’t see why he would do this when he would already be dead.”

“Did you listen to the hate, spite, and loathing in that letter? Your father did not sound like a well man. I think that may have clouded his judgment.”

“Hmm. Maybe. I don’t know what to say. You are playing with my mother’s inheritance and even some that would come to me.”

“I know, but I can’t help feel that I’m right.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. I need to shower and dress and think about this some more.”

I crawled out of the bed and headed for the shower. I received a sharp smack on the ass from my lover and I turned and wagged my finger at her. She just stuck her tongue out at me.

“Promises, promises.”

She grinned and left the room.

I showered, dressed, and ate a quick breakfast. Everyone was a little subdued and didn’t ask me what I was going to say to the lawyer.

The drive was terrible. I felt like I did as a child when my mother took me to the dentist for the first time. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, everyone was the same and nobody talked at all. It left me time to go over my thoughts again. I think I had it right. When I told Gwen, it seemed to confirm to me as I said it out loud that it was a test. If these three women went ahead and had sex with his youngest daughter’s fiancé, the daughter who appeared to be his favorite, they would be confirming his dark fantasies and he would cut them off. If, however, they refused, then maybe they had passed the test and he would give them the money. Of course, as awful as that letter sounded, I could be completely wrong. I was in a quandary. I had no idea what to do.

When we arrived we were shown into a large conference room and offered refreshments. After getting some coffee and water for us, the receptionist left and we waited for the lawyer, Mr. Thibodeau. He came in after we were there about 15 minutes. I was going over my decision on what to say the entire time. I knew that I really wanted to say nothing happened, but I didn’t want to take away the opportunity for the Thurman women to get their inheritance. The man who wrote that letter sounded so awful that I didn’t think he deserved to deprive them of that.

The lawyer introduced himself and when he got to me he smiled. “Mr. Williams. So glad to meet you.”

“Thank you, sir. It’s John.”

He smiled and turned to head into the other room. “Now, these ladies have been waiting for this for a while, so why don’t we go into the other room and discuss this situation.”

Mrs. Thurman stood up. “Wait! Don’t we get to be in on this?”

Mr. Thibodeau turned. “No, I’m sorry. The instructions were very specific. You’ll have to wait out here while I go over everything with John.”

Mrs. Thurman looked petrified. “Okay.” She didn’t sound at all sure of that.

We entered Mr. Thibodeau’s office. It was richly furnished in dark woods and had a beautiful view out the window. The downtown area was in full view. His bookshelves were full of law and reference books and everything looked freshly dusted. He waved me to a beautiful wood and leather chair and then went behind the desk to sit in his.

“Mr. Thibodeau? Can I ask you a question first?”

“Sure, John. What is it?”

“I heard so many great things about Mr. Thurman, but none of that seems to jibe with the man who wrote that provision in the will. How is that possible?”

Mr. Thibodeau looked at me carefully for a few moments. “You are right. You might not know it, but Don had a stroke about a year before he died. His entire personality seemed to be affected by this. He was never the same again. He became mean, short-tempered, and jealous, traits he had never before shown. It was very sad and I counseled him strongly against this provision, but he did what he did anyway.”

“I see. Can I ask another question?”

He smiled. “Sure.”

“Isn’t it odd that he has asked these women to do what he despised in order to get his estate? I mean, why not have them investigated for this, why leave it to them asking me to have sex with them?”

“It is odd. I haven’t seen the second amendment myself, but it’s very odd. I thought the same thing. But it is his will and I will follow it.”

I knew what I had to do then. I would not tell him I slept with the Thurmans. I would tell him they refused and would take what was given them. “Okay, Mr. Thibodeau, let’s get this over with.”

He leaned forward and picked up the letter. “I take it you’ve read this?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. So answer the question. Did you have the required sex with Ann, Sheila, and Gaby?”

I took a deep breath. I was perspiring, unsure about whether or not I was taking away the chance for the Thurman’s to get their money from a man whose stroke had changed him. “No, I did not.”

He stared at me. “You sure?”

I wasn’t completely lying. He included all three so it was easier for me to answer. “Positive.”

“Well, that answers that question. Now let’s see the second amendment.”

Mr. Thibodeau had it lying on top of his desk in a sealed envelope, ready to go. He pulled out a letter opener and slit the envelope open. He pulled out the paper and started reading.

“Well?”

“Oh, sorry. Let me read it to you.

Okay, you sluts, here is what you have been waiting for. The first amendment was a test and I know that you sluts probably failed it, but here is my decision.

If you did sleep with Gwen’s fiancé, then you all are truly whores and I will not leave any of my estate to fucking whores. Ann, you get the $50,000 annual allowance. The rest of you can rot in hell.

If, by some miracle, you didn’t fuck him, then maybe there is hope for you sluts yet. I can’t believe that you wouldn’t for this amount of money. But if you didn’t, then my estate will be split four ways. Ann will get 40% and Sheila, Gaby, and Gwen will get 20% each.

I know that this sounds harsh, but it’s my fucking money, so go to hell. I will do with it as I please and whores do not get my money.

I love you, Gwen, the rest of you can fuck off.

Don.

Whew! What an asshole!” the attorney said.

I grinned. “Yes, sir, I would have to agree with that. But it wasn’t the real him, was it? He was changed by the stroke. I think we need to tell the ladies before they all start having heart attacks.”

“Absolutely.” He stood and we went back to the conference room. The women there were all pale and nervous. When we entered with smiles on our faces, I could see the hope light up in their eyes.

Mr. Thibodeau stepped to the head of the conference table. “Let me read this second amendment.” He did. As he did, I saw all of them start to pale again. Then he put it on the table and smiled. “Since Mr. Williams told me he didn’t have the required sex with the three of you, the estate will be distributed as he stated.” All of them stared at me. “Its current value is $38 million. I’ll have the papers drawn up and you can tell us where you want the monies, okay?”

They finally let out held breaths and let out whoops and started hugging each other. All except for Gwen, who came over and gave me a hug, just holding me and leaning into me.

Finally, Ann came over to us, Sheila and Gaby trailing. “How did you know? You were taking a chance with our monies. I can’t be angry since it came out right, but it scares me to think about it.”

“I knew he was still a logical thinker. He was changed by his stroke, but he still thought logically. I knew he wouldn’t give you the money if he thought you were really sluts. He stated that in the first one, you just had to read between the lines.”

She hugged me and Gwen, who had refused to let me go. “Well, thank god you were right.”

Sheila and Gaby had heard enough and both called their husbands to tell them that they were going to be wealthy.

I took Gwen aside and lifted her chin up to have her look into my eyes. “Are you okay? Are we okay?”

She sighed. “Yes. I love you so much and the fact that you worked that out makes it better. I don’t know what we’ll do with all that money.”

I leaned over and kissed her. “I can think of a few things we can do right now for which we don’t need money – or clothes.”

She grinned. “Yeah, good idea. Nice way to celebrate.”

She took my hand and led me from the room. Life was really good.

by deadeye_76 for Literotica

Pulling Classmate Favors: Part 3

Rebecca summits Mount Mokuba, and causes a volcanic eruption. 

By BEWD4133. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Giving his arms and legs a momentary stretch, Mokuba hopped up onto the sofa on all fours like a dog. Playfully he crawled over to Rebecca like an eager puppy but once he kept approaching until she found herself lying back on the couch with the teen looming over her. Then that’s where she saw him really show his wild side with his hanging member rising directly within her gaze.

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“My cock isn’t just the size of one you’d find on an animal but it makes me feel like one too,” the boy growled, “When it decides on its mate, I simply can’t stop it.”

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Stopping was the last thing Rebecca would have ever asked him to do while watching his erection spring to life in full view. It bounced and twitched with the beat of his heart and the pull of gravity as it continued to engorge itself with his primal lust. With veins popping out one after another along his shaft, she moaned inwardly watching the disproportional his beastly dick created with his young, slender figure. It expanded to the size of her forearm with ease and still managed to do a bit more growing that she cursed having forgotten to bring the tools to measure, looking to be even bigger than when she last saw it. As his hands slipped toward her panties upon reaching full arousal, she realized that he was truly prepared to claim her in total right then and there. This was the one thing her mind decided simply could not happen.

“Woah, down boy. Easy now,” the girl lifted herself up with him so that they were now seated with his tremendous need throbbing between them, “This isn’t Halloween You can’t just get the treat without doing some tricks first.”

“I’m a ferocious wolf, not some house pet,” he boasted until she tugged on his figurative leash by placing a tiny hand just barely around his burgeoning shaft.

“Hush, I have an agreement to keep,” Rebecca cemented her hold on him, “I turned you on, and thus I must deal with it.”

“I was ready to deal with it just fine.”

“No, it doesn’t count if you do all the work. Now shut up and let me have my fun. It won’t be the way it was before.”

“Will it now?” her touch eased him into a state of acceptance.

Now sitting politely before one another, Rebecca reached out both hands to firmly grasp Mokuba’s penis and the masculine aura it emanated. Unlike before, she was coming in with both an understanding of the task at hand and the humility it necessitated from her. With alternating hands, she tenderly explored the vast and complete surface area of his distended shaft, admiring its hardened form but allowing her fingers to naturally sink into the spots that permitted it like the underside and foreskin.

“Wow… just a handjob…” he spoke with a mild shudder.

“I must understand the beast in order to tame it,” she quipped, “It has such a marvelous look and feel to it.”

“Haven’t you stared at it enough today?”

“Not at all, seeing it resting only whets the appetite to see it up and raring to go.”

“And what do you think it’s raring for exactly?”

“That’s the best part of it. It’s all hard, huge, and fat just for me. You showed me yourself. It means something to have that effect on a cute boy.”

“Oh…” he gulped, “I’m glad to have you around as well.”

“Really?” she giggled.

“Yeah, letting it out on my own watching porn just ain’t the same which is what I’d probably be doing now if you hadn’t shown up.”

“The real thing sure is different, huh?”

“Of course it is, it’s why you’ve got your hands all over that cock after all,” he settled more into her continued touch, “It’s just irresistible, isn’t it?”

“Absolutely.”

“It’s hot to look at for me too,” he grunted, “Seeing how tiny my gargantuan penis makes those hands of yours look.”

“Oh, I most certainly see that,” she purred when he swelled even larger to increase the difference, “and all with a shape handmade to ravish my body.”

“Only as well as you ravish that dick.”

“That is a task I most gladly accept.”

With a low rumble beginning to pick up in his throat. Rebecca tended to Mokuba’s shaft with every last ounce of know-how she had accumulated thus far. Her palms and fingers dug into the fleshy tender underside, just shy of the furiously engorged tip. His girth had exceeded any point where her digits could easily connect around it so she applied her strokes like a gracious massage along his length. The teen almost began to squirm in her grasp when a command came down.

“Uh… My balls…” he grumbled.

“Yes?” the girl checked on him eagerly.

“My balls!” the boy bellowed this time, “Just… do something with them.”

“Ah, certainly,” cupping his scrotum appeared to ease his agitation, “My God, they sure are heavy and full.”

Having developed proportionally with his mammoth manhood, even Mokuba’s testicles were reminiscent of certain birds’ eggs in their size and weight. On their own, they gave Rebecca’s palm all that it could handle. However, that only made it more satisfying to roll them in her fingers to watch him fight off a groan. The downside to this was that a lone hand was nigh worthless against his overwhelming member, but the studious girl had far more than just her hands to offer him.

“Time to check in on how that taste and smell are coming along,” her face drew closer to his shaft, “Damn, that is so raunchy.”

“Just how you like it right?” he tensely watched her tongue roll out in its approach of his loins.

“Without question,” Rebecca finally took her first lick of the afternoon, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

This time Mokuba let out his suppressed groan in full with her mouth kissing and licking its way up and down his yearning mass. Her left hand continued to fondle his balls with care while the other kept the tip of his dick in a steady grip. It was a heaven of the sort that the Asian teen had never known, having every substantial inch of his manhood caressed with such astute precision. The burden such an amorous reproductive organ brought to him had never felt lighter or more worth carrying.

“Oh Rebecca!” the boy howled, “You get me so fucking excited. That’s how you do it. Squeeze that shaft, kiss that cock, and knead those nuts. You’re going to make me cum like a horse here!”

“I expect no less from a man who’s truly hung like one

"Then that pussy will be next!”

“Will you even fit anymore?”

“I’ll make it fit once I’m all done shooting my spunk on that adorable face.”

“Now that I look forward to,” she grinned sexily.

Mokuba’s whole body jolted when she moved her lips up from the length of the shaft to wrap around the engorged tip, sliding a third of the way down his meat as her hands maintained control of the base and balls. All the while, Rebecca fervently maintained a routine of worship while popping off of him or her timely breaths of air.

“So big!” “The biggest!” “I’ll ever see!” “This cock!” “I want!” “Every last inch!” “And drop!” “Of cum!” “In those!” “Fat balls!” “Mokuba!” “I need!” “To have!” “Your monstrous cock!” “Explode!” “For me!”

“Oh I will!” he clenched his teeth, “Nobody’s ever learned to handle this dick like you have! I’ll give you everything it’s got and more!”

Clamping her lips down in an instant, Rebecca took on the full force of his immediate and fierce eruption. The teen truly pushed the boundaries of what Rebecca could regard as part of a human reproductive system with a spurious ejaculation that stormed out of his penis in surging waves. His voice rang out all the way through with each lively stream he felt being released from his groin. Her face and hands were awash with all that her mouth failed to keep up with, only urging him on to spunk even more. Even so, he offered the top of her head a supportive hand of appreciation as she put up a fight to the very end of his orgasm.

“How’s that?” he cooed, “Much better than any of those videos, right?”

“Definitely,” she gasped for air and tried to lick herself clean as best she could, “Perhaps we should fix that…”

“What?”

“Nothing, just talking to myself,” the girl pulled herself back together to stand before her male companion now thoroughly bathed in and reeking of his essence.

“Oh, that’s it,” Mokuba sat himself back up, “That’s what gets me going more than anything in the world. Look at me, Rebecca.”

Awaiting her eyes as she refocused on him was a boy who had fulfilled his promise not to lose any of his vigor even following such a thunderous climax. He crept his way closer to her, bearing an erection of extraordinary magnitude seemingly unfazed and only further energized from her words and actions just before. Motioning her to share a sudden kiss with him Mokuba pressed his member against her torso in a way that made it look ready to pierce clean through it.

“Consider that my way of saying thanks,” he pulled his lips from hers, paying no mind to the taste of his seed still leftover on them.

“You’re welcome, but what in the world am I supposed to say about that?” she pointed down to and poked at his most savage erection yet.

“Just that for once you’ll be willing to lie back and let me take charge with this thing.”

His proposal was both terrifying and enticing. Mokuba looked as though he could possibly shoot all the way through her pussy to her ribcage, but it also made her feel faint to consider the ridiculous combo of lust and genetics to create such a humongous need in him. She knew that he would break her one way or the other. It was simply left to be determined as to whether it would be in body or mind.

“Mokuba…” Rebecca murmured, “If you were to truly thrust that behemoth into me. I don’t think I’d make it through in one piece.”

“Can you place your faith in me to try?”

“Of course, but, assuming you don’t bore through me completely, I doubt I’ll ever be able to go back to the companionship after this…” the blonde peered into his eyes, “Do you understand what I mean?”

“I do,” he nodded for her to remove her underwear, revealing the drenched, glistening folds underneath.

“My pussy wants it so much, Mokuba…” she purred with a hand lovingly grazing his shaft, “My very womanhood trembles to partake in such rich, long, thick, throbbing, succulent meat the likes of which it will never come across again. If I last long enough to have you cum inside, sex will likely be ruined for me forever should it be with anyone but you.

"I promise, Rebecca,” Mokuba assisted her down onto her back.

Seizing the moment, the black-haired teen was quick to grab and spread her legs to check on the space and lubrication he had to work with. In an instant, he yanked his shirt off having gotten far too hot to be wearing it. Even soaked to her core with arousal, it didn’t seem entirely possible but he never would have expected it to. With her enduring resolve and approval, he brought his engorged tip down to press against the fleshy lips that provided the opening to her womanhood.

“Come on in,” Rebecca waved him closer, “I’ve taken it before and I can take it again!”

“Alright,” her partner firmly set his grip upon her figure, “Here I go!”

Lunging his hips forwards, Mokuba plowed his manhood through and into the simmering vaginal flesh of the girl quivering beneath him. With his incredible girth, every inch he inserted proved to make for a tighter fit than the last, but, one-by-one he steadily made his way onwards with gradual shoves in succession. Rebecca’s mouth hung open in disbelief at the obscene shape she felt his member driving into her with, contorting her inner walls all around it. It was already farther in than it should have been able to go yet the tug of her canal around his cock continued to draw him in further still.

“Oh, it’s in so deep! How is it able to go so deep!” she let out the moan she had been restraining herself.

“Because that’s where you know you want it! the black-haired male heaved, "Almost there, only a few more inches!”

“There’s nothing few about your inches!” she roared back.

Indeed, even Mokuba’s last few inches were comparable to the size of a small soda can, but somehow, someway, Rebecca’s body would not permit her to reject or refuse any of it. With his member packed in so tight the outline could be seen bulging from her belly, Mokuba barged his way through with his head mashed against her cervix with his meat hungrily enveloped by her inner flesh all the way down to the base where his balls churned with anticipation. He held still at this furthest point until Rebecca could manage to stop trembling before him.

“You’re like a vice in there, Rebecca,” Mokuba panted, “But I’m absolutely all in there now.”

“Yes,” the scholar hissed, “I feel the entire length of you throbbing, rearranging my innards.”

“You’re so moist and warm, I really want to start moving.”

“Yes, please do. Don’t worry yourself over me!”

The teen pressed on as told. Regardless of her words, there was no way he would’ve been able to give up such a prime position with such peak-quality pussy. At last, he could bask in the satisfaction of prying open and reshaping Rebecca’s at his within his own power. His thrusts started small but escalated in the breadth the more accustomed he got with the force necessary to plow his way in and out of her.

“Wow, you look even better than I imagined,” he said just above a whisper.

“Ah,” Rebecca still shook with every inch he ran in and out of her, “And just what was it that you were imagining?”

“You lying below me stuffed full with my dick,” Mokuba smiled, “God, I love the way you shiver all over every time I make a move.”

“I can’t help it with a cock like yours. It stretches me in ways I never thought possible. Oh, I’ll never be satisfied with anything less now.”

“I’d be disappointed if you felt otherwise.”

A consistent bevy of moans and groans filled the room as their intercourse proceeded. Each passing minute seemed to raise their voices by another octave. Merely being inside the girl soi became insufficient for Mokuba. He brought his entire body down closer to hers so he could feel her form as much on the outside as within. Rebecca was awestruck by how his member seemed to reach its peak hardness when his chest came to rest atop hers as his hips continued to heave their way into her.

“Wow, Mokuba…” she struggled to speak clearly, “You’re a more sensitive guy than I would have given you credit for before now.”

“I can’t help it. I’ve waited too long for a woman ready and willing to take me like this. You’re the best.”

“Only because I really feel as though you deserve the best.

"Well, I’ll do what I can to keep on giving you my best if that’s what you really believe.”

“I do, Mokuba, let me have it as only you can.”

At last, Mokuba set aside any lingering doubts and resolved to let his instincts guide his actions going forward. His hands slid up and around their shoulders as their bodies drew closer than ever before. His firm gaze stared directly into her tender expression, silently begging him to claim as much of her being as he so desired. As such he allowed his chin to lean into the nook of her neck, bringing their bodies into near-total contact as the pressure within her swelled in every manner possible.

“Fuck, you make me want to cum all over that monster cock so bad,” the blonde loudly confessed.

“Go on. Do it,” her partner requested, “Let me see it. I truly want to.”

The Japanese boy pushed his hips forwards to make sure he had every last ounce of meat available held deeply inside her, throbbing against her ways and pressing his tip squarely where her cervix awaited his fertile load. The sheer anticipation was abundant in its own pleasures. Rebecca could feel Mokuba’s heart beating through his rigid erection more as clearly as her own racing in her chest. His testicles tingled with glee at having his manhood wrapped so extensively by her hungering canal with no hint of true resistance from them. The joy she displayed in her true awakening as a devout size queen was such that Mokuba took just as much enjoyment from her reactions to his penis as anything he was feeling in the organ itself. He would not be truly fulfilled until he saw her truly get the most out of it.

“Come on, Rebecca. Let loose,” Mokuba accelerated, “This dick truly is yours. Relax and show me just what that means to you.”

“Oh Mokuba, Mokuba,” her full surrender came as she did.

Her orgasm was like an earthquake in her center that spread out like the accompanying tsunami to the rest of her body. Her limbs stiffened before going limp as she could no longer hold her head up straight. Mokuba nuzzled his nose into her neck while his member remained balls deep inside her to experience her climax on his end at its very source. The tunnel of flesh he hard traversed felt ready to cave in on his penetrating appendage, but it was much too firm in its texture and commitment to budge amidst the entirety of her insides undulating around it. Rebecca was left with no option but to ride out the rippling waves as Mokuba demonstrated no intention to finish on anything but his own terms.

“How’s that?” he clung to her even tighter, “Ah, you look even better than before.”

“Like a dream,” Rebecca gasped for air, “Sex with you and your cock. It’s as though it can’t be real but somehow it is.”

“I think I’ve found my unicorn with you too,” Mokuba repaid the compliment, “To think a girl would cum that hard with this much cock in her. I could get addicted to it.”

“I don’t want it to just be me. Come on, you cum too, Mokuba.”

“I absolutely will and as much as you obviously deserve.”

This time, Mokuba lifted himself slightly and planted his arms on the wide sofa to put an extra bit of force into his subsequent thrusts. With her own orgasm subsiding, Rebecca could more clearly focus on the changes his penis was exhibiting within her, continuing to reshape her pussy with its bloating shaft. Her belly felt ready to have him burst out with how wild his erection twitched were getting inside it. She even brought her hands down to press on her lower abdomen to make all of those building sensations all the more distinct and memorable.

“It’s all yours for the taking, Mokuba. Use it,” the girl instructed, “My pussy is for your relief and enjoyment.”

“I will now, and as many times as you want going forward, "he exclaimed, "Thank you for being such a willing partner for a savage beast like me!”

“Yes, just like that!” Rebecca shouted straight back, “Cum Mokuba!”

Cum he did and in a manner unlike any time before. Pulling her hips as closely to his as he could physically manage, Mokuba pressed to keep every blast of his semen launched point-blank at her helpless cervix. The question of if she had the pill ready for this failed to even remotely factor into his judgment. The virile Asian teen was guided by a seemingly higher calling and awareness of what his most treasured of endowments had been blessed upon him against all odds to do. That task felt paramount compared to anything else in his life, and the girl held securely beneath him looked to be in full agreement as rope-after-rope of his essence poured over her core.

“Fuck yes! Fill me up, you Japanese animal!” the ecstasy of having him creampie her nearly brought about a second consecutive orgasm for her.

“God damn it, you’re so fucking sexy, holy shit Rebecca!” he let out the most satisfying curses of his life.

All good things must come to an end, however, and this seemingly endless orgasm proved to be no exception, however. His ejaculation did taper off after a duration several seconds longer than either of them could be bothered to keep track of. Still, even if the pure sex was over, it was still worth it for both of them to savor how the other looked even after all that.

“I think we’ve become something a little more than friends with benefits,” she cheerfully noted, “That was incredible.”

“Yeah, it was,” Mokuba closed his eyes to best imprint his present feelings in his mind, “Can’t say for sure just what we are now though.”

Finally free in more ways than one, the black-haired boy withdrew himself from the aspiring scholar to sit back up at her side. He looked over the stains that their activities had left on the couch, thankful that cleaning the black leather before anyone could see it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle. His bubbly classmate getting back up to take her place by his side still held immediate priority though.

“I can’t lie about it. That was what I most needed today,” she attempted to mimic a bow from his native culture, “Thank you, Mokuba.”

It had its benefits for me as well. Don’t you worry,“ he chuckled weakly, "Though I suppose it is time for us to do something besides fuck.”

“Is it bad that I’m so ready to jump your bones whenever I get any kind of look at that dick?” she inquired sincerely, “Do you even momentarily think of me as being shallow or a whore? Be honest.”

“Well, I can’t say it’s the type of relationship my parents would have envisioned for me…” Mokuba started with a pause, “…But somehow I don’t think we’d be sitting here now if that was really all it was.”

Rebecca crawled over to accompany him more closely in response to these words as Mokuba put his mind back on the lengthy afternoon that still remained for them. Gradually, they came to remember how they had thrown off all of their clothing onto the nearby furniture and floor and that porn previews were still showing on the TV screen.

“I actually have a sense that what we were just doing was more intense than whatever we had left playing on the television,” the blonde reach for her panties

“Yeah, I was watching that video before thinking that I could easily outperform any of those guys,” he bragged and triggered a lightbulb in Rebecca’s head.

“Then why don’t we sometime?” the girl popped off an idea.

“What do you mean?”

“A live video. Me and you doing it at our very best, just once.”

“Would you be alright with possibly getting recognized for doing something like that?”

“With what I’ve learned you can do, it’s worth the risk to me,” Rebecca decided, “but not today, certain things would need to be prepared first.”

“Then should we get back dressed or…”

“We’re at least a little bit messy and sweaty now. I think we should wash this off first, if only we had a place to do it.”

“I might have something available for that,” Mokuba caught the hint.

On this occasion, it was now Rebecca leading him along to where she remembered his luxurious, oriental-style washroom awaited. Already nude, a whirlpool bath and spacious shower stall offered a tantalizing choice for where they would get their soak. It was simply a matter of them getting the water going.

“Take your pick,” the boy proudly presented the options.

“Whichever one you would normally use. Show me more of how you live.”

“If you insist…” Mokuba accepted

Stepping over to the side, he fired up the jets on the tub with a few button presses and had it quickly filled with a bubbling bath for them to share. In a chivalrous manner, Mokuba offered Rebecca the first choice of where to place herself in the water before taking his seat opposite her in the tub.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Rebecca delighted in the warmth and pressure of the water, “We should have done this last time.”

“Yeah,” he settled himself in as well, “I just typically save this for when I’m a bit closer with a girl.”

“So we are close?” the student’s face lit up.

“About as close as I’ve ever been with anyone,” Mokuba added.

“Thanks, I’m grateful.”

“I hope so because I don’t think I’ll be able to hold it this time.”

“Hold what?”

Looking just a tad guilty, Mokuba glanced down to the water by his nether regions. Having gone flaccid before they entered, Rebecca’s eyes followed along his as member lengthened within the bath before rising all the way up past the surface of the water to stand tall, bobbing between them with the flow of the current.

“Oh my,” Rebecca fawned with her face in her hands, “Such endurance.”

“It’s just too relaxing having it hanging down there with all those jets around,” he sighed, “Especially with a pretty lady sharing space with me.”

“Oh, Mokuba, you’ll always have all the space you need with me.” she mentally prepared herself all over again, “What would you be doing if I wasn’t here though?”

“Enjoying the boner,” he confessed plainly, “Admiring the size and feeling the blood surge through it without worrying that someone might see. That is why I normally use the bath on my own.”

“It’s fun waving that huge thing around, isn’t it?”

“You bet, though you’re the only one to know just how much.”

“By the time I’m done, everyone will know about it and be forced to their knees in respect in your presence,” she commented deviously, “Should I be ready to deal with that one too?”

“I’m interested to find out what you mean but it sounds a bit counterproductive when we’re here to wash off.”

“Then that just means I’ll have to wash it myself later.”

“If that’s what you want.”

“It’ll be my honor,” she beamed, placing her hand upon him to elicit a glorious groan.

From that instant, the rest of the afternoon seemed to pass like a wild blur. The girl seemed to recall pumping his member in the bath at one moment and lying by his side in bed the next, the stench of sex between them somehow even more pervasive than from before they had washed. Her nose nuzzled into his cheek, but her hand couldn’t seem to stay away from the manhood that made and marked her.

“So… Mokuba,” she murmured with a squeeze on him, “Would you be alright if I continue to drop by every once in a while?”

“Yeah…” he smirked back with his member perking up in her grasp even as they nodded off together, “I think that just might be some fun…”

- To be continued.

By BEWD4133 for Literotica

The Audition: Mother-in-Law’s Exam

Man must audition sexually for fiancee’s family. (part 1)

by  deadeye_76, listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010:

“Your family wants me to do what?!?!” I said this in a harsh whisper to my fiancé. We were in her bedroom at her family home on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, having gone there for the weekend. What she had just told me was shocking. I couldn’t believe my ears and she was sitting there looking shocked and stunned herself, tears forming in her eyes. I started pacing and thinking about what I should say. But first, let me tell you how we got to this point.

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Fall, 2009 I met my fiancé the year after we both graduated from college. We were working at the same company, both at the entry level, her in the Human Resources department and me as a database administrator.

One Friday as the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays approached, some of the folks from the company went to a happy hour. There were many people there and I noticed Gwen right away. She was a little reticent to get caught up in the unbridled joy (or stupidity depending on your point of view) that some people were exhibiting. She was smiling and laughing, but seemed a little reserved. She was blonde, very pale, and had a tiny bone structure. She looked to be no taller than about 5'2", but I couldn’t tell for sure. I went over to the table where she was sitting and said hello to one of the guys that was there that I already knew. I was hoping for, and received, an introduction to her. I noticed that her eyes were a little green, but seemed to run toward hazel. They also captivated me and I caught myself staring at her a few times.

Soon it was approaching 8pm and we had been there since about 5:30, so I decided to go to the restaurant next door and get some dinner. I told my friend this and then looked at Gwen. I was never very aggressive with my approach to women and was a little shy about asking, but somehow I managed to ask her if she wanted to join me. She looked down at her drink and then over at her friends who were, in my mind, making fools of themselves in front of some of the company managers. She looked at me and smiled. She agreed and I was inwardly thankful that I had gotten up the nerve.

When she stood, I got a better look at her. She was maybe 5'4" and 110 lbs. She looked to be athletic and in good condition. She moved like an athlete and since I played baseball in college, I figured she might have played some sport, too. She was wearing nice jeans that accentuated her slender stature and tight butt.

Over the next couple weeks we dated a little casually, nothing too formal. We were taking it slow, mostly because she wanted to. I wanted to take it slow for a while, but being around her was driving me nuts. She seemed to ooze some pheromone that was making me hornier than usual. She was also living alone in a nice apartment while I was living with a roommate. She must have come from money, but she never told me anything about her family or situation.

For Christmas, Gwen was going to be heading home to be with her family. She had finally told me some things about them. I had learned that her father had died last summer and her mother lived alone in a big house. Her two sisters were older than her and married. The oldest had two children and the younger one just one child. They were all going to be there for Christmas and I could tell she was looking forward to being with family. Just before she left, I took her to a very fancy, very upscale place. I told her to dress up and she didn’t disappoint.

Things progressed quickly from there. I found that while she was a little demure in public, she was, underneath it, a fiery, opinionated, outspoken woman – and I was slowly falling in love with her. She told me one night in May that she was in love with me and watched me closely. I could feel her gaze as she carefully watched how I responded. I just smiled, stared back into those eyes, and told her I loved her, too. Apparently, I passed her test because she ripped my clothes off and had her way with me – several times that night. It took a week to wipe the grin off my face.

By July, we had become a couple that people described with both our names. It was only a matter of time, in my mind, before we got engaged. I decided that the best time would be after she returned from her summer vacation with her family and me with mine, which made it Labor Day weekend. We were both going to see our families the last week of August, separately, and would be back for that weekend. I had a key to her place so I set it up in a manner that she would appreciate. We were both hopeless romantics and I knew she would really appreciate the effort.

I shook my head. She and her mother were close. Her father had died the previous year and they had become even closer. I loved her for that, too.

She finally put her phone down and went over and plunked down on the bed. “Okay, let’s eat something here.” She eyed me. “Somebody is going to need their strength.”

I grinned and reached into the pocket of my robe for the last part of her surprise. She was just finishing her first cracker and had reached for her champagne. I put my left hand on her arm and stopped her. She looked up at me questioningly. I smiled and slid off the bed onto my knees. She was still looking puzzled until I held up the small ring box.

I was unprepared for her reaction. She screeched and threw herself at me. She tackled me better than anyone had when I played football and ended up on top of me. I was being assaulted by lips for the next 2 minutes. She kissed me on the mouth, all over my face, and then my neck, before returning to my mouth. Finally she sat up and grabbed the box that I was still holding.

I grinned at her. “Is that a yes?”

She ripped the ring out of the box and put it on her finger before she answered me. She looked down at me and smiled. “That was a hell, yes, don’t you ever think about taking it back.”

By November, we had made arrangements to spend Thanksgiving with her family. And that’s where we ended up today. We are sitting in her bedroom trying to wrap our arms around what her mother had just told her. It was unthinkable to me. Her mother had told her that her two older sisters both had sexual duds for husbands. The husbands were not adventuresome, were not good at taking care of their wives’ needs, and were not interested in even learning how to please them. Her mother had told Gwen that therefore, since just she and the three girls were there that Thanksgiving, having left the families to visit the other relatives, she and Gwen’s two sisters were going to audition me to be a good husband. They would each spend a night with me to ensure that I knew how to take care of a woman sexually.

I thought and thought about what to say. Her mother and sisters were attractive enough. There was nothing disgusting about it physically, but something didn’t seem right. How was I supposed to answer this? Her mother had become Gwen’s closest friend since her father died, so she was shocked and dismayed. I guess there was only one thing to say.

“Gwen. I don’t like it, but I will do whatever you say. If you want me to do it, I can handle it, but only if you can. If you say no, I’ll back you 100%. I have no idea what you think, but I’m behind you. Tell me what you think and what you think we should do.”

So here we are, Gwen and I. We are sitting in her bedroom trying to wrap our arms around what her mother had just told her. It was unthinkable to me. Her mother had told her that her two older sisters both had sexual duds for husbands. The husbands were not adventuresome, were not good at taking care of their wives’ needs, and were not interested in even learning how to please them. Her mother had told Gwen that therefore, since just she and the three girls were there that Thanksgiving, having left the families to visit the other relatives, she and Gwen’s two sisters were going to audition me to be a good husband. They would each spend a night with me to ensure that I knew how to take care of a woman sexually.

I thought and thought about what to say. Her mother and sisters were attractive enough. There was nothing disgusting about it physically, but something didn’t seem right. And how was I supposed to answer this? Her mother had become Gwen’s closest friend since her father died, so she was shocked and dismayed. I guess there was only one thing to say.

“Gwen. I don’t like it, but I will do whatever you say. If you want me to do it, I can handle it, but only if you can. If you say no, I’ll back you 100%. I have no idea what you think, but I’m behind you. Tell me what you think and what you think we should do.”

Gwen looked up at me. I hated laying it on her, but I had to know what she was thinking. “This is all a lie. There’s more to it than what you have been told. C'mon.” She held out her hand and I took it.

Gwen led me into the dining room where her mother and sisters were sitting, sipping wine and waiting for my answer. They looked almost as tense as Gwen, but I could not figure out why. There was definitely something more going on here.

Gwen led me straight to her mother. “Mom, I want you to tell John the truth about this. Show him the paper.” Her mother hesitated and just looked back and forth between us. “Now!”

I had never seen Gwen this demonstrative with her mother and her mother must not have either. She jumped when Gwen said that. “Okay, honey. But he has to agree to keep this a secret, okay?” She looked at Gwen and then at me.

I was unable to understand what they might be talking about. I looked at her and then Gwen. “Sure. I can keep a secret.”

Mrs. Thurman got up and walked over to a drawer in a small secretarial desk. She opened a drawer and pulled out an envelope. She walked back over to us and stood there looking at Gwen. She finally took a deep breath and handed it to Gwen. “We have to proceed very carefully.” She looked at everyone. “Sit down, John. Okay, Gwen, show him.”

Gwen turned to me and handed me the envelope. “Please, please, read this completely before you say anything.”

“Sure.” I didn’t know what else to say. What the hell was in this envelope? She let go of the envelope as I took it and sat down.

I opened the envelope and read the letter that was inside.

“Ann, I know that I am dying at this time. There is nothing more that can be done about it. However, I have a few things to get off my chest. First, I know that you are a slut and that you have been having affairs for the last few years. I also know that your first two daughters are sluts as well. They have fucked every man they can at college, and they have even branched out around our neighborhood. I just hope that you three do not corrupt Gwen as she gets older. I will be dying soon and I cannot do anything about what fucking whores you three have come, but I can at least make you three do one thing. I can withhold my estate from you. I have a plan that I have come up with to prove a point. I am going to withhold everything except a $50,000 annual allowance for Ann, from all of you. Only when you carry out these instructions will the remaining part of the estate, currently valued at $35,000,000.00, be released to be shared by all of you as I dictate in an additional amendment to my will. Here’s the plan. Someday soon, Gwen will come home with a man she wants to marry. In order for the remainder of my estate to be issued to you fucking tramps, you will have to each fuck and suck this man before the wedding. One night alone with each of you should do it. The requirement is that you have to give up all three orifices to him. I don’t care what you tell Gwen or if you don’t, but if you do this, to prove my point, the remainder of my estate will be released according to the additional document. If not, then it will automatically go to my favorite charity. In order for this to be considered accomplished, this young man will have to report to my attorney and confirm it. I hope you all rot in hell. Don”

I sat there stunned and read it again. I had never read a letter full of such hate and disgust. It sounded like a bitter, angry old man and was nothing like the man that Gwen had described a few times. “Uh, this is a very strange letter.”

Mrs. Thurman nodded. “Yes, it is. First, I want to say something on our behalf. I never cheated on Don. I have no idea where he got his ideas from, but over the last couple of years he became jealous and saw every man who I talked to as a possible adulterer of mine. Sheila and Gaby are not tramps either. I would imagine that they had a healthy sex life at college because that’s the way things are nowadays. I spoke to them and neither of them understands the comment about the neighborhood. We are not tramps.”

I looked at her and then Gwen. “I have no reason to doubt you. However, this is a very strange situation.” I looked down at my hands. “Mrs. Thurman. I love your daughter more than anything. As soon as we were a steady item I considered that I was only going to be with her. We have been monogamous for a long time. I do not want to hurt her or cheat on her, so I’m having a hard time considering this.”

She looked at me and sighed. “I know. I knew that Gwen would come home with a very nice man.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. However, I cannot imagine giving up the money that Don accrued over our lifetime. I was a stay at home mother and raised three daughters. I went to all his social events. When I could go back to work, he was making enough that he asked me to stay home. I agreed and continued to support him. I thought I would get his estate after agreeing to that. But since I didn’t, I now find that I cannot support myself or even this house on what I am earning in my job. I was hoping to keep this big house in the family and continue to live in this nice neighborhood and enjoy life, but without the rest of his estate I cannot do it. I know that my daughters each deserve a piece of this, so we talked about it over the last year and a half, to make sure we knew where we stood. We all agree that it’s worth it to do this just this one time for our families.”

“What about contesting it? This is very irregular? Why not contest it and get it thrown out? I cannot imagine any judge upholding something like this.”

Mrs. Thurman looked at her hands, pulling on them, twisting them in nervousness. “I asked a friend who is a lawyer about this. He said we could. However, there is an attachment that I didn’t give you. On it is the list of people he accuses us of cheating and having affairs with. I could probably live with it, but there are very nice, responsible members of the community on there. What happens when this comes out in court? You know that in today’s world it would come out or they would be called to contradict my husband’s allegations. And it would definitely be a juicy news item. These people would be ruined, maybe even their marriages disrupted, by a jealous old man’s fantasies. I cannot think about that. The same is true of my daughters. He names people the same way. I’m sorry, but I won’t do that even if you refuse. I just hope we can convince you to do it.”

When she finished I considered what I had heard.“I’m sorry Mrs. Thurman. I can see you are in a tough spot. I can commiserate with you about this, but there are still dangers besides the personal issues. Can I tell you an old joke?”

She looked puzzled. “Sure.”

“It’s one I heard a long time ago.” I sat forward. “A man was at a bar where he met a very desirable young lady. After a few drinks he leaned over and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a million dollars?’ She looked at him and thought about it, but eventually said yes. He smiled and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a hundred dollars?’ She looked aghast and said, ‘What do you think I am a whore?’ He smiled and said, ‘We’ve already established that, now we’re just bickering over price.’” I sat back and watched Mrs. Thurman.

“So are you saying that this makes us whores?” She was not happy.

“No, I’m saying this may be his way of proving the point that he believes that you are and that this is a dangerous thing we are doing. The final amendment is still unknown to you, right?”

She looked at me carefully. “Right. We can’t see it until it’s time to declare that we have accomplished the first part or decide to protest it.”

“This is a very dangerous thing.” I was worried about what the real goal of such a vicious man would be. Is this really what he wants? He wants them to be whores to prove that they are? Is that really a test?

She came right back at me. “But what choice do we have? If we do not do this before you two are married, we don’t even get a chance at the rest of his estate. I should have some of that, don’t you think?”

“I agree that you should get some of the estate, Mrs.Thurman. I’m sure that I would want it if I was a family member. However, I’m just not sure that I can do this. Gwen?”

Gwen looked up at everyone. She had been particularly quiet sitting there. “John, I love you. I want you to be faithful to me. However, I don’t know how I can say no to my family on this.”

I watched her carefully. She fidgeted and wrung her hands. She was very uncomfortable… as was I. “So if we do this, what’s the plan?”

Mrs. Thurman looked around. “Sheila, Gaby, and I already drew straws long ago to determine the order. I am supposed to go first, then Sheila, and then Gaby. You will sleep with each of us one night for the next three.”

I looked over at Sheila and Gaby. They were also fidgeting and unable to meet my eyes. “Are you two willing to do this, considering you are married?”

Sheila looked up and around. She opened her mouth and hesitated. Finally, she said, “Yeah, I guess so.”

Gaby stared at me until she realized I was waiting for her to answer individually. She was staring at me as she answered. “No choice.”

I went over and kneeled in front of Gwen. “Gwen, you must be absolutely sure that you can handle this. Saying now that you want me to do it and having to remember this for the rest of your life are two different things. Are you going to be able to face the fact that I had sex with the rest of your family?”

“I don’t know. I just think that I have no choice.”

I stood up. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

Everyone visibly relaxed for a moment, and then the mood got tense as everyone realized what was coming. Mrs. Thurman spoke first. “Okay. It’s 8pm. Everyone get to bed and let’s get this over with. John, you can come to my room about 10. Is that okay?”

“Fine.” I watched Gwen and saw her flinch at that. I went to her and took her by the hand. I led her upstairs and into her bedroom. I sat her on the bed and kneeled in front of her. “Any time you change your mind, you let me know, okay?”

She nodded. “I’ll be fine.”

I leaned over and hugged her. “I’m not sure about that, but if we love each other, we’ll get thru this.”

She nodded glumly and looked up at me. “You think so?”

“I know so. I’m not allowed to take that ring back if you remember correctly.”

She smiled a little. “That’s correct.”

We got ready for bed and I put on the pajamas that I had brought. I usually slept in the nude, but made sure I brought them for being at her house. Her mother and family were allowing us to sleep together, which I initially thought was very modern. Now I wondered if that was just because of the situation they were in.

Gwen got quieter and quieter as 10pm approached. She clung to me and we lay there hugging each other. She finally looked up at about two minutes before. “I love you. I want you to take care of them. They are my family and they deserve your respect and love just like me.”

I stared into her eyes. “You are so good to them. I hope they realize what this means to you.”

She buried her head in my shoulder. “I hope so, too.”

She finally pushed me away. “Okay. Go to Mom.”

I stood and she lay there staring at me, a single tear leaking down the side of her face toward me. This made me angry and was fucking with my head. I didn’t know if I should go or not. She gave me a wan smile and “Go. We have to do this.”

I left her and went down to her mother’s room. She was already in bed and waiting. When I entered she looked up and I walked over to her bed. She took a deep breath and patted the bed. I started to climb in.

“Wait!” I looked up at the way she said it. “The pajamas.” She indicated that I was still wearing my pajamas. I knew she wanted me to take them off, but she couldn’t say the words.

I stripped and watched her as my soft dick came into view. She looked up at me and smiled. I climbed in and she cuddled up next to me. She was naked.

She pushed herself up on one elbow and looked at me seriously. “I want to thank you for this. We’ll make this quick and then you can go and comfort Gwen. I know this is hard on both of you.”

I nodded as she leaned in and kissed me. She kissed me and immediately reached for my cock. She was not shy, that’s for sure. We kissed and she fondled me and I finally put my hand up to grasp one of her tits. She moaned and pulled back, closing her eyes. I kept fondling it, running my fingers over the nipple and then lightly squeezing it. She groaned and fell back flat. I looked down as the blankets fell away from her body. Her tits sagged a little, but were nice and full. The nipples had large dark areola, with a short hard nub. They were sensitive, too. I leaned over and took one into my mouth. She groaned and held my head. She kept her eyes closed and I wondered if that was so that she didn’t have to look at me or if she was just trying to enjoy the sex. She suddenly sat up and pushed me back.

“Let me do some oral first. I want to satisfy all the requirements properly. I know that we could just go thru the motions, but we’d better make sure we do it right or I could blow this opportunity… to get the estate.” She added the last part as she thought I might misunderstand what she meant by the opportunity. She dove down and engulfed my dick in a flash. It was my turn to groan. She sucked me only a couple of minutes, licking around the crown and fondling my balls, so that I was soon as hard as I could get. She was quite good at it. She sat back. “Okay, let’s do this in doggy position. You can start in my pussy and then before you cum, move to my ass. I want to get this all over with immediately.”

“Okay.” Was there anything else to say? She knew exactly how she wanted this to go and talked about it so easily I was a little shocked.

She turned over and grabbed something from the nightstand. She handed it to me. “Lube. I haven’t had sex in two years, so my pussy should be fine, but I haven’t had anal in a very long time.” Suddenly she was very frank and open about all this.

Being tight made sense if she was truly as faithful as she said and I had no reason to doubt her. As she got on all fours, I examined the rest of her body. She was actually very attractive and took good care of herself. She had a couple extra pounds, but her shape was good and her ass was fucking hot. It made me think of Gwen and the fact that the genes she got meant she was going to look this good for a long time. I looked down and grabbed my dick and thought that although this was a chore, it was going to be an enjoyable one. I just couldn’t let Gwen know that.

I moved up behind her and she looked over her shoulder. “Remember, go slow. It’s been a long time.” I nodded and she turned again. “Oh, call me Ann. I won’t be able to take you calling me Mrs. Thurman.”

I chuckled. “Okay, Ann,” and I slapped her ass a little.

“Oh, that’s good. I love a little ass-slapping with my sex.”

I obliged her and slapped her other cheek. She grinned as she looked over her shoulder. I moved up behind her and slowly ran the head of my dick around her gash, picking up the lubrication. She groaned and put her head down. I moved my cock forward, working it slowly into her. Damn! She was right, she felt very small and tight. I set myself into position and grabbed her by the hips. I slowly started working more and more of my dick into her. She started moaning and thrusting back. It appeared that she was having no problem enjoying our moment, even though I was engaged to her daughter. I looked down at my dick, hard and enjoying Mrs. Thurman. That fucker always had a mind of its own and pussy was pussy to that one-eyed monster.

“Oh, fuck, it’s been so long.” She groaned and kept pushing back.

Soon I was buried in her and it felt wonderful. I knew that this had to be a quick fuck if I was going to get it into her ass. I started fucking her and she immediately picked up the pace. She was thrusting back against me, ensuring that I buried my dick in her. I slapped her on the ass again and she groaned and increased her speed. I slapped her ass a few more times and less than three or four minutes into fucking she had an orgasm. I managed to hold off and just held still while she calmed down. She eventually did and then turned and looked at me.

“Okay, stud, now take my ass and cum in it. We can be finished by 11pm.”

I smiled and slapped her on the ass. She grinned and I knew that this was going to be an odd relationship in the future.

I picked up the lube that I had put on the bed next to me and without taking my dick out, started working it around her little pink hole. It was also tight, but I managed to work my index finger in and fuck her with it. I added more lube and worked two fingers in.

“Okay, get to the fucking!” She was getting impatient. I had her bent over, my hard dick in her pussy and two fingers in her ass. I think she was horny as hell.

“Okay, Ann. Here we go.” I pulled my fingers out and then extracted my dick. I ran my lubed fingers over my dick to add it to her natural lubrication and lined it up. She put her head down and steadied herself as the head met her asshole. I rolled my hips, working it around her ass at different angles and then started to push. She held her body tightly still, not giving at all. I had never had anal sex, so I had no experience at how hard to push. I kept pushing harder and harder until her ring gave up and let my dick in. When it went in, about three inches went in. I was going to do just the head, but once it slipped in all the pressure I was applying meant it went in pretty quickly before I could stop. Ann groaned.

“Oh, fuck, that’s big. It’s been years since someone had my ass.”

I grinned. “Well, here comes the rest.” I started thrusting and would pull back until I could feel the crown hit the inside of her asshole, and then I would bury it in an additional inch until I was totally fucking her asshole. She was moaning and murmuring how good it felt to do this again, and I knew that I didn’t have long. “Shit, I’m going to cum, Ann.”

“Okay, do it!” Ann started furiously rubbing her clit and I thrust a few more times and she hit her orgasm just before me. She started trembling and her ass was flexing the muscle and that put me over the top.

“Oh, fuck!” I groaned and thrust with each spurt, burying my dick into her and filling her up. I must have done that 10 times, but the last 5 there was no spunk left, just the desire to keep thrusting and feeling that tight ring squeeze my dick.

Finally, I collapsed onto her back, pushing us both flat on the bed. I was laying on her and we were both breathing hard. She turned so she could see part of my face. “That was wonderful. I hope Gwen appreciates you.”

“She does.” I whispered. My dick was slowly shrinking and suddenly it popped out of her ass. “Oh.” It felt so sensitive coming out of her ass.

“Oh, god, I think you filled me up. Get up and let me go to the bathroom.”

I rolled onto my back and closed my eyes. It was very good. I just wondered if it would affect my ability to have sex with Gwen. I didn’t want to have this sudden image of her mother’s ass as I filled it with cum.

I heard the toilet flush and heard Ann pad back into the room. I then felt something warm and wet and opened my eyes. Ann was cleaning up my dick with a warm washcloth. When she finished she put it back in the sink and came back to lie down next to me. She looked directly at me when she spoke. “Thank you for doing this. I know it was for the money, but I really did enjoy it.”

“Me, too, Ann. I hope we can get past this. I still love your daughter.”

Ann smiled. “Of course. Listen. If you want to lie to Gwen, just tell her that we talked, but couldn’t bring ourselves to have sex. It may make it easier for her if she doesn’t think about you having sex with her mother.”

I thought about that. “Maybe, but I don’t want to lie to her. Besides, she will know what I tell the lawyer.”

“I understand,” was all she said as she continued to stare at me. “Are you going to go back now so that we can act like we didn’t do it or that it wasn’t fun?”

I looked at her. She was still very beautiful. “So it was fun?”

She grinned. “You know it was. I loved it. I haven’t had sex since Don got sick.” She looked at me with doe eyes. “Unless you need to confirm that we have fulfilled the requirement.”

Oh, fuck! She wanted me to fuck her again! “No, I think I should get back.”

“Okay. Thanks, lover.”

I looked at her. “Please don’t call me that. It’s not right.”

She looked away. “Sorry.” She looked back and patted me on the arm. “You go and tell Gwen whatever you want. Just as long as you tell the truth to Don’s lawyer.”

“Okay. I’m going to go.”

I got up and quickly dressed and as I left I looked over at Mrs. Thurman. She flashed me a fleshy tit. Fuck!

I got back to Gwen’s room and she was asleep – or so I thought. When I got into bed she turned to me and I could make out her eyes in the dark. She was staring at me. “Is everything okay?”

I turned to her. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Your mother and I talked and talked and we realized we couldn’t do it. I’m going to have to lie to the lawyer, but I would rather do that than hurt you.”

She stared at me. “Thank you. I love you.” She snuggled up to me and relaxed.

I stared at the ceiling. Shit! I had lied to her about this. If it ever came out she would go ballistic. I couldn’t take it back now and she would feel like I was hiding something if she found out after believing that nothing happened. I really was in a fix now. I would just have to deal with it and live with it the rest of my life, because I didn’t want to let this beauty go. But I also had two more women to go, her sisters. This was going to be an interesting but stressful weekend.

to be continued,

by deadeye_76 for Literotica

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