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Mary hesitated but did wrap her fingers around Steve's massive cock, stroking him in slow motion. Steve bent over enough to place his hands on Mary's tits, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. I knew this drove Mary wild and could see it on her face. I knew she was about to do the unthinkable.
Heather kept an eye on them but plunged back down, her nose nuzzled in my pubic hair as her tongue lapped at my balls. She gave as good head as Mary, I wasn't sure what Mary could ever do with a cock as large as Steve's though.
Mary stepped closed to Steve and leaned toward his cock. Her lips parted as she dipped her tongue into his spout, dabbing at the thick pre-cum oozing from his monster cock. The shiny trail of salty pre-cum hung between the tip of his cock and her tongue. Mary parted her lips, stretching them around the huge mushroom head, her tongue working the rim of it's head. I could tell Steve was in Heaven now, his eyes were fixed on Mary as she worked her wonder.
Heather moaned as she continued sucking my cock and sneaking peeks at her sister and husband going at it. I had both hands on her huge tits, massaging them and enjoying the view of my cock disappearing in her mouth. I couldn't keep from watching Mary, wondering just how much of that thing she could swallow, knowing she took my eight inches easily after learning how to relax her throat muscles to deep throat. Heather's head kept tilting to the side, wanting to witness what was going on next to us as well.
Steve moaned and grunted, getting Heather's and my attention. Mary was slowly working his massive member deeper into her mouth, stretching her lips to the limit around his fat cock. Mary always gave a slow, sensuous blowjob, taking her time to make certain the recipient enjoyed the perfect blowjob. Steve's hips were now pushing upward into Mary's mouth, wanting to go in deeper as Mary worked her way down. His huge cock was now touching the back of her throat, making her gag each time she plunged.
Mary's hands were guiding his cock down toward her now. I could tell she was about to open her throat for him, getting his cock into just the right position.
Mary slid down slowly, gagging and gargling, forcing his cock deeper and deeper. I could see Mary's throat bulge as his cock slid down. Just like when a snake eats a larger animal, I could see the shape of his cock in her throat. She had almost all of him in her mouth. Steve was grunting and moaning loudly, pushing forward, thrusting into her throat. Mary gargled and gagged like I'd never heard her, it was so erotic, I wasn't sure how she could even breathe. She was determined to take all of him and was, her nose now pushed into his pubic hair as she gagged to the point of almost losing it. She sounded like she was underwater, her moans muffled by his enormous size. Steve thrust forward as he throat fucked her, she moaned as she consumed him. His ass tightened, his hands tangled in her hair as I could tell he was about to cum. Mary held and fondled his balls as she held his cock deep within her throat.
Heather mimicked her actions, milking my cock with her throat to the point I knew I couldn't hold back. As I tensed and drove my cock into Heather's mouth, she moaned as I erupted into her mouth, almost choking her. Her pace quickened as she gargled and sucked the cum from my cock. I grunted and forced myself deep into her, choking her until she released my cock. She continued milking my cock with her hands, my sticky cum oozed from her chin onto her big tits.
Both of our attention turned to our spouses as Steve growled and held Mary's head, fucking her face. His massive cock swelled in her throat, an amazing sight to see, as he shot his first load down her throat. He must have cum buckets as Mary gargled, gagged and almost lost it. Mary purred like a kitten as her throat milked his huge cock, never even tasting his cum as he spewed directly into her throat, choking her each time he erupted. Each time his cock spewed, he thrust forward and grunted as he almost drowned Mary. He came for what seemed like a full minute, never letting Mary come up for air.
"Damn Sis, you are the best," Heather said in amazement as she watched and admired Mary's work on her husband's cock. "Fuck, you have to show me how you do that."
Mary continued throat milking Steve until she devoured the last drops from his shaft. I loved how she always sucked that final bit out before coming up for air and she did no differently on Steve's monster.
"Fuck, incredible!" Steve said, falling backward, exhausted and sucked dry, surely the best he had ever had.
"Thank you Heather, you were wonderful too," I had to add.
"Did we just do something really bad?" Mary asked. "Because it didn't feel bad."
"I loved it," I said.
"Loved it would be a mild way of putting it," Steve said.
"I loved it too," Heather said. "You have a great cock Dave."
"Nothing like that monster of Steve's," I said.
"Let's relax and have a few more drinks," Heather said. "Your cock is way above average, Steve is just a freak of nature!"
We all got back in the pool, chatted and flirted for a while, talking about what had just taken place.. After all, we did just swap blowjobs with each others' husbands. A few more hours passed before Heather and Steve decided it was getting late and had to go home. Mary and I talked it over and had no regrets. Technically we didn't really have sex anyway, as some of our politicians would say. It was only oral sex, but we all agreed that maybe next time we'd take it a step further. We made a pact that we'd only skinny dip with them when they come over.
Mary promised to show Heather how to devour Steve's big tool sometime soon as well.
We also decided to honor Nude Day every year from this day forward, probably inviting more friends to celebrate with us next time.
The End.
Millie Visits Her Brother
MILLE hadn't seen her brother for almost a year. They had both been born in Edinburgh, but when Millie turned six her parents moved to London. Richard wanted to stay behind as he had just started secondary school and was settled in. So while Millie moved down South with her parents, her big brother stayed up North with their aunt and uncle.
Six months ago Richard left Edinburgh and was now renting a flat in North London, and had invited Millie over the forthcoming Saturday.
***
It was 1pm on Saturday when Millie rang the doorbell to Richard's flat. The door swung open and Richard greeted her with a grin. As she stepped forward he enveloped her in a big hug.
'Missed ya, wee sis.' Richard still had the Scottish accent that Millie had lost from moving away so young. She loved it, somehow it was comforting and made her feel secure. She hugged him back, breathing him in deeply. She didn't need to say she'd missed him, it was clear.
After giving Millie a tour of his place Richard suggested they do a bit of shopping and then stop off for dinner somewhere. Millie concurred that that was an excellent idea.
***
At about 3pm they were wandering around the shopping centre. As they passed La Senza, Millie noticed Richard look in and then glance at her, or at least she thought. Neither of them said anything and carried on walking.
'Are ya ready to go sis?' Richard asked.
'Erm', Millie stopped walking and did a mental run through her list, she didn't think there was anything she'd missed. 'Yeah, I guess so. Why are you looking at me like that?'
Richard was giving her an insinuating smile. She noticed the way only the right side of his mouth tilted up and for the first time she really understood why so many girls fancied him. Suddenly realising she was staring, Millie broke the silence. 'Shall we go?'
'How about we make one more stop?' That sly smile again.
'Sure, where?' By way of response Richard flicked his head as if to say, behind you. Millie turned around, they were standing in front of Ann Summers. She looked back at him.
'In there?' She didn't even try to hide the shock in her voice.
'Yup', Richard replied confidently and strolled off. A few seconds passed before Millie moved to follow, Richard had already disappeared inside the shop.
Hesitantly Millie made her way passed matching lingerie sets, frilly nighties and
feather bowers. She wasn't sheepish because she was an innocent lamb, but shopping for this kind of thing with her brother was a first. She found him at the back of the store amongst various vibrating, swirling, knobbly objects. There was a couple back there with a toddler in a pram. Hmm, Millie thought, not really the place to come with your kid, but then it wasn't the typical place to go with you big brother either. Then they were gone and Millie and Richard were alone.
Millie stood beside Richard without saying anything, she didn't know what to say. He systematically picked up, tested out and rejected each of the items on display until he got to the last one. Millie watched him pick up the anal beads. He put down the display and turned to Millie. Just at that moment a shop assistant rounded the corner.
'You alright there guys?' she chirped and gave a practiced smile. Millie suddenly felt like a child who'd been caught drawing on the wallpaper. She was convinced the girl would realise they were brother and sister.
'Aye, we're fine thanks darlin'.'
'Ok,' the shop assistant blushed, 'just let me know if you need anything.' Millie was used to that reaction, apparently she wasn't the only one who appreciated her brother's accent.
'I think I'll wait outside,' Millie said.
'Aye, ok wee sis,' Richard replied distractedly.
Five minutes later Richard appeared with a bag, Millie was more than a little curious but didn't dare ask what was in it.
***
After dinner Richard suggested they spend the night in and watch a film. Millie followed him with her eyes as he took down a DVD from his collection. What was that about earlier? she wondered. What did he buy?
Richard put the film into the player and turned off the light. What he did next surprised Millie. Without hesitation he undid his jeans and pulled them off. Her reaction surprised her even more. She was excited and couldn't deny it. She hadn't seen her brother in his boxers since he was a kid and his scrawny pale legs had certainly filled out. Sculpted thighs had replaced his skinny legs. But she didn't dare look at what she wanted to the most.
'Budge over sis, I wanna be comfy.' Millie scooted to the end of the sofa making room for him. Richard laid down and sprawled out, barely leaving room for her, resting his legs over hers. Tentatively she let her hand rest on his bare leg, just under his knee. She daren't go any higher.
'Don't you wanna relax a wee bit more? Come on sis, get comfy like me, I want ya t'feel at home here.'
'I'm fine,' Millie smiled and tried to seem relaxed. In actual fact she was wound as tight as a spring, what was happening?
'No yer're not. Look, come here,' Richard sat up and went to take off her t-shirt.
'Woah, what're you doing?' she feigned some protest.
'You'll enjoy the film more like this,' Richard continued unperturbed. He placed his hands on either side of Millie's waist and slid them up, her t-shirt rolled up as he did so. The first thing that struck Richard was how soft her skin was and any minor pangs of guilt he had disappeared instantly, and for good. Her warm body felt so good under his hands. He slid her top up over her head, revealing her. She certainly wasn't little any more.
Millie felt a bit embarrassed but more than anything, exhilarated. Her big brother was drinking her in with his eyes and she loved it. The surge of warmth she felt between her legs told her she was becoming moist.
'You got gorgeous tits, sis,' Richard said in a soft voice, 'you're not a wee girl any more, are ya.' Millie smiled her reply. 'Come and lay next to me', he said.
Millie laid down next to Richard, she let her arm fall across his chest and her breasts pushed up against his side. Richard slid his leg between Millie's so that his thigh rested between hers.
Realising there was no going back from this, that they would never again have a normal brother/sister relationship, Millie sunk her head into Richard's side and breathed deeply, closing her eyes. 'Hmm,' she sighed. Richard smiled. Millie thought back to when he'd opened the door for her earlier that day, she'd done the same thing then, let him envelop her completely, had she wanted this all along?
'Yer know, wee sis...' Millie looked up at him shyly, 'you could take off that skirt too.'
'OK.' Quickly, with ease and grace Millie slipped out of her skirt and let it drop to the floor.
'What's that say on ya panties, sis?'
'Je t'aime...'
'Let's have a closer look,' Richard leant down and slid one hand inside her small thong, lifting the fabric close to his face. Millie let out a gasp. The back of his hand brushed against her warm, silky mound.
When Richard felt how smooth and hot his little sister's pussy was his cock stiffened. It was rock hard now, he laid back so that Millie would see. Then he slid his arms around her, she leant into him and let him unhook her bra. The straps slid down and the bra began to fall. Millie felt vulnerable and sexy at the same time.
Richard dropped the bra onto the floor and looked at his little sis, her full breasts were tipped with gorgeously erect nipples. He lowered himself and took her left one into his mouth.
'Uhh,' Millie quietly moaned as she slid her hand behind his head and pushed him closer.
She nuzzled her face into his hair and gently pulled him away, lifting his face to hers, his mouth to hers. Gently pushing him back down she slid her hand down his chest and belly, feeling his tight abs. She ran her hand over his rock-hard cock, all the while exploring his mouth with her tongue. 'Take it out, wee sis'. Millie pulled down his boxers. She took his throbbing dick in her hand and slid his engorged, wet helmet into her mouth. Richard had never been with anyone who knew how to suck a cock like his little sister did. He wanted to cum immediately, but knew that if he did the pleasure would end. Instead he shuffled round a little and pushed two fingers inside Millie.
'Uhhh' came a muffled moan.
'Oh fuck, you're tight wee sis. And soaking'.
'Mmm' was all she could manage around his cock. She didn't want to stop.
As Richard finger fucked his sister he thought about how good it was going to feel to slide his cock into her. Millie took his whole cock into her mouth. As he came he could feel the head of his dick slapping against the back of her throat and knew his steaming cum was shooting down it. Next time he'd give her the chance to swallow.
Millie looked up at Richard, licked her lips and smiled.
The End.
Rhonda's Life after Capture
Six months ago, Rhonda had been a thirty-four-year-old waitress in the mess on an Altruvian space station and trading post. Her job paid well, if only on account of the value of the station and its distance from any well-settled territory. Three months ago, she was still working in the mess, but she wore a navy uniform and carried a pistol. The station had been mobilized for war -- although everyone said the enemy were sure to lose, the Canberrans had taken to raiding even merely economic Altruvian assets. Rhonda was fit for her age, brunette, narrow-waisted, with a generous bust and wide hips. Today, Rhonda was a ponygirl slave in the stable of a Canberran lord whose starships had made a daring raid on her station in the darkest days of the war, shortly before Canberra brought the conflict to its ignominious and untimely end.
Rhonda was standing in the cobblestone courtyard at the center of the lord's expansive stables. Her wrists were bound tightly together behind her back; the leather cuffs were clipped both to the tight metal band that sat just above her waist, and to the metal ring that joined the two parts of her crotch-strap. Whenever she leaned forward, her wrists shifted the strap upward, making it dig uncomfortably into her pussy. She was leaning forward now.
She could hear the swift movements of her master behind her. "Bitch -- present," he said -- this meant she was to spread her legs and bend over, allowing him to easily inspect her crotch-strap from behind. As she stood in that very uncomfortable position, he tightened the straps that held her gear together behind her back, making the strap dig into her even more uncomfortably. She stumbled slightly, trying to keep her balance on the high hoof-boots.
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nbsp; Her day, which she understood was meant as training, was difficult -- the lord whipped her often and hard as he sat in the dogcart behind her, which for some reason was much more heavy than it had ever been before. Rhonda's crotch-strap chafed and the buttplug attached to her tail felt like it would pop out if only it were not held in so tightly by the outfit she was forced to wear. She clamped down on her bit as she put her weight into hauling the cart.
Her training continued at a high intensity for a week, and then she was rested for three days straight, to her relief. On the fourth day, she found out why -- she was stuffed in a wire mesh cage barely big enough for her and put in the dark hold of a hovercraft, and when the door of the transport finally opened, she was at a country racetrack. The sun was out and the day was heating up, but the racetrack had been newly soaked with water and the dirt was loamy and wet. Some hills covered with sparse Canberran shrubs were set behind the track; and in front of it, there stood a set of tasteful white pavilions, adorned with flags, and the Canberran gentry were readying themselves for a day of drinking lemonade and watching their buxom ponygirls toil and sweat.
As Rhonda backed between the whippletrees, she bent forward as she had been trained, and the strap dug into her pussy and chafed as always. Today, her master tightened it harder than he ever had before, and she whinnied, stuck her ass out and prepared it for his whip as she felt him climbing up into the carriage. Girls to her left and right, probably recently acquired Altruvian spoils too, bent over in the same humiliating position, gesturing with their asses as if to invite their owners' lashes on their soft skin. Rhonda scraped a hoof against the ground, readying herself for the race.
When it was over, her ass and thighs were striped with the marks of her master's whip. Her thigh-high boots and bare thighs were splattered with mud from the dampened track. Her pussy was scarlet and sore from the chafing strap. She had not won, but she had outpaced a few of the girls.
She thought she might be given a rest, and her wiplash marks treated, but her master decided otherwise. He took a piece of cord with a loop in one end, slid it over her head, and yanked downward sharply. He tied it to the iron ring in her pussy so that she was forced to walk about in a bent-over position, wobbling on her hips and with her ass sticking out. He led her on a leash as he talked to his friends and colleagues at a cocktail party under the largest pavilion. She was oft-admired, but instead of any tender touch she was apt to receive a smack on the rump.