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Chapter 11

New Year, New School,

New Strategy



The home was a dream. With ten bedrooms, each person could have their own, though Nikki and Tammy chose to sleep in the same room, as did Megan and Jess. Not that they had any kind of relationship, but they saw themselves as servants of Ron, and he had programmed them specifically to work with each other.

Ron took the Master Suite, and his Mom took the room next to it. The house was beautifully furnished, if somewhat too elegant for Ron\'s tastes. He\'d fix that later. For now, what he wanted was just to settle in.

Over the next few days, the Chaffey family removed the items from their old home into their new, luxurious mansion. By the time the move was complete, it was time for school to start back up. School, unfortunately, started on Ron\'s fourteenth birthday. What a birthday present. Ron didn\'t like school all that much, though he liked learning. Then again, I can probably make this year lots of fun. He was entering the same high school as his sister, which was a four-year school, unlike some parts of the country.



On Ron\'s first day of school, his main objective was finding targets. He had basically given up Mrs. Hayes, since he wouldn\'t see her much anymore. Though, he could still use her, since the junior high wasn\'t very far from the high school. Actually, he turned out to be incorrect, as he found upon entering his American History class. He sat down just as he noticed a very familiar face.

\Good morning, class. My name is Mrs. Hayes. Your teacher, Mr. Baker, has been promoted to administration, and so I\'ll be your teacher this year.\ She looked over at Ron and gave a smile. Well, this is going to be a fun class!



Ron had spotted other potential targets throughout the day. He saw a couple of the cheerleading squad he recognized from junior high. They had always scorned him before. Now he saw them in a new light. He could have them whenever he wanted them. Ron was thinking along these lines when someone shoved him from behind.

\What you lookin\' at, Chaffey?\ It was Dale. Apparently, he\'d finally gotten out of 9th grade, and made it into 10th, which made him a bigshot on campus, Ron guessed, instead of the pipsqueak he\'d been before. That\'s why he\'d always picked on junior high kids, because everyone at the high school knew he was a joke. \That\'s my girl you were ogling there.\ Ron didn\'t think so, but didn\'t bother saying it. He was trying to decide how best to deal with Dale, and one word came to mind. Violently.

\Fuck off, Dale.\ He knew he had the power to back this phrase up now.

\Ooh, big words, little man.\ With that, Dale took a swing at Ron. Ron was fast enough to duck out of the way. Now, he had to make the next part look good. He formed his telekinetic extension, and timed it precisely with his fist. He connected soundly on Dale\'s jaw. The punch alone would have done very little, but getting hit with Ron\'s extension was like getting hit by a small freight train. Dale staggered back, and fell to the ground. The rest of the group gaped at Ron, and then took off running.

\Cowards!\ Dale screamed. \You got lucky, you little shit. Now I\'m gonna pound ya!\ Ron looked around. Nobody was looking their way.

\Dale, stop.\ Dale froze in place. Ron pointed to a large elm standing in the school yard. \I want you to run as fast as you possibly can, headlong into that tree. Do not slow down, do not stop until you hit the tree. Then, if you\'re still conscious,\ which Ron doubted he would be, \I want you to get up and do it again, until you can\'t get up anymore. Then, when you wake up, you will remember my order, but you won\'t be able to tell anyone what happened. You\'ll just tell them you snapped. You\'ve got some loose wiring in your head, or whatever. Now, go.\

With that, Dale started barreling toward the tree. It was a good fifty yards away, and Dale had a full head of steam up when he connected. Ron had long since stopped watching. He didn\'t much care for the sight of blood. What he wanted was for Dale to be utterly terrified of him. Word would get around. \Leave Ron alone, man, he\'s scary.\ That\'s the reputation he wanted. He didn\'t want to be popular, or well-liked. He didn\'t really give a shit about becoming Student Body President or such crap. He really just wanted to be left alone, and the easiest way to accomplish that was if everyone was afraid of him. He heard the \'smack!\' as Dale met the elm tree, but he didn\'t look. Ron headed to his next class, thinking already about Geometry.



His last class of the day was a tutoring position in a remedial math class. He walked into class and heard someone saying \Did you hear what happened to Dale?\

\No, what?\

\He ran into the old elm tree, full force!\

\Is he okay? What happened?\

\Nobody knows. They took him to the hospital, they think he just snapped. Must\'ve blown a gasket.\

Ron just smiled, and walked to the front of the class. There he found a note for him:



Ronald:

I\'ll be late for class. Try to get them settled down. Introduce yourself, and start with review, if you can get them to listen to you. Sorry to put you through this, it couldn\'t be avoided.

Thanks,

Miss Ford



Wonderful. Just fucking wonderful. Well, let\'s see: Do I do this the easy way, or the normal way? The normal way won\'t accomplish much. The easy way will make the teacher think I\'m a miracle worker. I like the easy way. Ron smiled to himself, and formed his command. He broadcast it to the entire room. It was an obedience layer, so that they would do what he told them to.

The bell hadn\'t rung yet, so he let them yak still. He observed the class as he did so. There are a couple of really fine bodies in this class. I wonder if they might need some \'personalized service\'?

Just then the bell rang, and, though everyone was now in their seats, they hadn\'t settled down yet.

\Okay, everybody, let\'s chill out, okay?\ He started out polite, as he was raised. This had little effect other than a few snide remarks from the upperclassmen in the room. Ron figured it was time to exert some power.

\Sit down, shut up, and listen good!\ The room dropped dead silent. Everyone faced forward, being very attentive. \That\'s better. Hello, my name is Ron Chaffey. I am, obviously, not your teacher. Miss Ford will be here at some point during the period. She asked me to handle things until she got here. I am here as a math tutor. I understand that most of you are studying basic arithmetic, and as high as pre-algebra. I am presently taking Geometry and Algebra II. I am an Honors student, and my job is to help you any way I can so that you can learn this stuff which I\'m sure all of you hate, otherwise you probably wouldn\'t be here. Are there any questions?\

One girl raised her hand, unsure whether to speak in front of everyone. Ron acknowledged her. \I want to learn this stuff, but I\'m just not getting it. My teachers say I should have a tutor for this. Can you recommend someone?\

Now, the questioner just happened to be one of the girls Ron had noticed earlier. She was about Ron\'s height, slender, with nice tits and curly blonde hair. She had brown eyes set in an open face. Her body was just spectacular.

\Yes, I can recommend someone. Me. In addition to tutoring here, I have always provided private tutoring at my home for those students who really need it.\ He saw no reason to change his policy now, though the money he\'d make now wouldn\'t mean much. He\'d probably only be taking female students, now. \If your parents feel you need a tutor, have them give me a call.\ He wrote his new phone number on the board. \If I\'m not home, someone will be there, just leave a message.\

\Now then, Miss Ford would like us to do a sort of review, to see where each of you stands.\

About halfway through the class, A young woman walked into the room. She was mildly attractive, about 5\'4\ tall, dark brown hair, nice tits, and an all-around nice figure. Ron was leaning over, helping a guy with a multiplication of fractions problem. She waited until he was finished. When he saw her, he straightened up.

\You must be Miss Ford.\

\Yes, I am. You\'re Ronald?\

\Ron, ma\'am. Yes, that\'s me.\

\You\'ve done an incredible job here. I didn\'t think you\'d be able to get them to listen to you.\

Ron looked around at the students. They were all looking at him, waiting for his answer. \Well, basically they\'re good kids, Miss Ford. I just had to get their attention, that\'s all.\

\Well, I must say that I am impressed. Is that your phone number on the board?\

\Yes, ma\'am. I wrote it there in case anyone needed private tutoring. I do that, too.\

\Well, class, it seems like you have two teachers this year. Lucky you. And lucky me.\ She smiled at Ron, in kind of a strange way. Yep, it\'s gonna be a fun year.



School was going along just fine. It had been a couple of weeks since school started. He hadn\'t started tutoring yet, since it was his policy to wait and see where the student\'s real problems were. He was moving slowly, not out of caution, but simply because he knew he had time.

Dale was assiduously avoiding him since he had returned to school, and already word was spreading, \Don\'t mess with Ron.\ Good, maybe now I won\'t have to worry about those clowns anymore.

It was the middle of gym class, when the call came in.

\Chaffey! Phone call for you, at the office!\ The gym instructor bellowed.

\Yes, sir!\ He headed on down to the office, where he saw Mrs. Wimberly, a pleasant older lady, who liked almost everyone, and saw that returned. \Hi, Mrs. Wimberly. Coach Russell said I had a call?\

\Yes, Ron. It\'s on line 3. Don\'t be too long, now.\

\No, ma\'am. Hello?\

\Ron?\

\Hey, James! What\'s up?\

\We\'ve got, or should I say You\'ve got trouble.\

\What?\

James informed Ron that a movie was being filmed locally, and that it starred Jill Mercer. Unfortunately, the set had been taken over by a rogue psionic who was causing no end of trouble. Jill was one of Rons favorite actresses, and he wasnt pleased to hear she was in trouble, still

\I thought we didn\'t get involved in this stuff, James.\

\CAMP members would be more discreet. This guy turned down our membership. We judge them rather more harshly than we judge ourselves. Besides, this guy\'s hurting people for no real reason. Non-entities or not, they deserve some protection. Get on it, immediately.\

\Understood. I\'ll leave now.\ Ron hung up, and turned to Mrs. Wimberly. \Ma\'am, there\'s an emergency at home. I have to leave now.\

\You know I can\'t let you go, Ron. You have to talk to Mr. Whitehead.\ She called him out into the office.

\What is it, Mr. Chaffey?\

Ron exerted some powers, to get his way, and got the hell out of there. Then he wondered, How in the world do I get there? Then he remembered his comment at CAMP: \Why don\'t you just make yourselves invisible? It\'s got to be faster than driving.\

Of course! I\'ll fly there! Ron concentrated a little, and turned himself invisible. Next, he floated himself up into the air. This was a new sensation, Ron hadn\'t really done much flying before.

Ron set off for the woods near town, where they were presently filming. Despite a few minor mishaps and one almost-catastrophe involving a large moving vehicle, Ron made it there in record time. He set himself down in the woods, so no one would see him appear. Then, he walked out into plain sight, to see the carnage.

Jill Mercer was tied to a stake, completely nude. The sight was not unattractive to Ron. Her body shone with a light layer of sweat, her short red hair in a tangled mess and her large tits heaving. Next to her were two other women, whose names Ron didn\'t know. Ron decided it would be best to leave them tied up for now, figuring the psionic wouldn\'t bother them if he didn\'t think them a threat.

He found the psionic tossing the director against a wall. Ron knew the force of the blow could kill the guy. He projected a nice soft cushion against the wall, so the director just slumped to the ground.

\Who are you!\ The other psionic screamed.

\Field Agent Ron Chaffey, who are you?\

\I am Penndragon, mighty psionic!\

\We\'ll see about that.\ Ron raised his barriers, and got ready for a tough fight.

Penndragon formed a wall of energy and threw it at Ron. It flowed right around Ron, as if he weren\'t even there. Ron plunged a mental attack back at him, but he managed to deflect it with another attack of his own. As James had warned him, even someone who hasn\'t learned the mental defenses can defend themselves. If they can attack often enough, hard enough, your attacks never get through.

Ron formed his extension into a bird. This was something he hadn\'t tried before, but he was confident enough in his shield to try some new things. He detached his extension from his body, and sent it off. Penndragon saw this, and followed it with his eyes. Ron swooped it around behind Penndragon, who foolishly turned to watch. At that point, Ron slammed a mental control into Penndragon\'s head. The man had no time to block, no time to fight. He was thrown to his knees, quivering in pain. Ron knew the pain would last until he stopped it.

Now, Ron turned his attention to the women tied up. They had all seen the battle, so there wasn\'t much point in trying to hide his ability from them, he\'d simply have to keep them from talking about it. He undid their bonds, all at once. The two lesser ladies ran to him and gave him a hug, but Ms. Mercer walked over to her chair and lit a cigarette.

Ron was enjoying the attention of the two ladies. He was feeling them up rather obviously. He found out they were named Susan and Janine. He looked over at Jill, who had covered herself up with a blanket.

\That\'s a filthy habit, ma\'am.\ Ron said to her.

\Go to hell. What, do you people play these games for fun?\

\\'You people\', ma\'am? He and I are not associated. Furthermore, I would never dream of hurting people the way he did, for no good reason.\

\But you would hurt people, hmm?\

\Yes, ma\'am, in order to defend myself, or my family, or to get even for things done to me in the past. Now, Ms. Mercer, I have to make all of you forget you ever saw any of this.\

\Like that\'s gonna happen!\ She eyed him suspiciously, but then she blanked, as he worked into her mind. On top of the mental block about today\'s happenings, he added a few extra commands. Like she wouldn\'t want to smoke anymore. And some other things.

He went around, adjusting everyone, with the two ladies hanging off of either arm. Finally, they were the only two left.

\Well, ladies, it\'s your turn.\

\Awww.\ Susan pouted, \Can\'t we have some fun first?\

\What do you mean?\ Ron asked knowingly.

\Well, we can\'t let you go without thanking you for rescuing us, can we?\ Janine agreed with Susan, and Ron was not willing to argue the point.

\What did you have in mind?\ Like he didn\'t already know. Neither girl was probably over 19, both seemed to be nymphomaniacs, and the fact that he had just probably saved their lives made him a very attractive partner, indeed.

They headed over to a trailer normally used for makeup. Once inside, they worked together to remove Ron\'s clothes. Soon, all three were nude. Susan started kissing Ron, sucking his tongue into her mouth, and wrestling it with her own. She rubbed his chest with her hands, and generally worked to get him excited.

Janine dropped to her knees and worshiped his cock. \Oooh. Such a nice one.\ She kissed the very tip, and used her tongue to lick his cock into her mouth. Her technique was dazzling. Ron was going into overload, but these two weren\'t about to let up. Susan continued massaging his chest, and Janine began to fondle his balls, as she took his cock into her throat. Ron\'s knees were starting to give, and so they worked their way slowly over to a couch, where he could sit down. Susan sat down with him, and then he leaned over to suck on her tit. She leaned her head back and moaned. He reached down and massaged her clit, sometimes inserting a finger into her hole, and then gliding it along her clit as he withdrew. She was shuddering with pleasure as he changed the angle of his stroke each time.

Janine was still working on his cock, and she had him close to coming. \Oh, yeah, girl. Suck it harder.\ He kept fingering Susan, but his body was jerking too much to keep sucking on her tits. Suddenly he felt the head of his cock swell, then he erupted into Janine\'s mouth. She swallowed it all. When he was done, she sat back with a smile on her face. Then Susan got down and started sucking again. She wanted him hard, and hard now. Ron finger-fucked her pussy until he had his finger nice and lubed, then he poked it up her ass. She stiffened for a moment, then moaned and relaxed.

He motioned to Janine, who came and sat next to him. He kissed her for awhile, while fondling her breast with his free hand. Then, seeing he was hard enough, Susan ceased her sucking. \Fuck me. Do it now.\

Ron got up, and Susan got onto all fours on the couch. Ron got behind her, and pressed in. Susan let out a growl as he sank deep into her cunt. \YES! Oh that feels so good. fuck me hard!\

Ron obliged the young lady, hammering into her hard and fast.

\Yes, oh, yes, baby. Fuck Susan, Fuck me!\

Ron reached around and grabbed her tits. Meanwhile, Janine had positioned her pussy in front of Susan\'s mouth, so that she could get some pleasure of her own. Ron grabbed Susan\'s nipples, and twisted lightly. Susan let out a squeal, and increased the pace. She stopped eating out Janine long enough to say, \Yes, baby! Oh, that feels so good! Pinch my nipples, hard! Go for it!\

Finally, she came. Big Time. Janine backed off, but Ron kept riding her for all he was worth. She barely stayed on the couch. She writhed and bucked and squirmed for minutes, until she was finally exhausted, and collapsed on the couch. Ron was still hard, and really needed more. He pulled out of Susan, and walked over to Janine, who seemed to be in just as much need as he was. When he got there, she said only one thing.

\Fuck me, baby.\

She wrapped her arms around him and french-kissed him in a manner designed to suck all the fillings out of his teeth. If he hadn\'t already been hard, he would have been after that. He moved her up against the wall, and reached down to position his cock. Once he got it into her, she used the wall and her strength to wrap her legs around his waist. Lucky for Ron she wasn\'t very big, or he might have dropped her. They started a rhythm, slow at first, but building quickly to a feverish pace. They stopped momentarily to drop to the floor, but then went back at it with the same fervor. Janine was mewling and squealing with pleasure, and Ron was grunting out his enjoyment. Finally, she peaked, and squeezed his cock for all it was worth with her pussy muscles. She arched her back and screamed, and her pussy rippled up and down his cock. This was all he could take, and he shot his load up into her, filling her with his cum.

Ron pulled out, but neither Janine nor Susan would be moving anytime soon. He gently covered both of them, re-organized a few of their thoughts, then left. After ripping some information out of the other psionic\'s head in preparation for a visit from James, he released him and flew back to school to finish out his day. He knew the other guy would take a couple days to recover from the kind of assault he\'d just been through. At least, that\'s what the manual said.



When Ron arrived home, to his new house, Dr. Brown was there, to see Sandra and Dawn. It was the first time he\'d actually been around during one of her home visits. When he walked in, Dawn was crying. Ron went immediately to her side.

\Dawn, what\'s wrong?\

\It\'s the kids at school. They were ragging on me for being pregnant. Oh, Ron! I know you want the baby, but, it\'s so hard for me!\ She wrapped her arms around him and cried into his shoulder. He held her until she settled down, then laid her back in the chair.

\I hope you\'re happy with yourself.\ This was Dr. Brown, watching from the doorway. \You\'ve managed to mess up a perfectly normal family. And what you did to your mother-\

\I did NOT do that to my mother, you stupid cow! My Father did. Now, unless you have something important to say, shut the hell up.\

\Actually, I do. Due to the. nature of the pregnancy, I ran genetic tests on the fetus. He will have serious problems when he is born.\ She continued, listing the problems and their effects. Dawn was crying quietly now. \My recommendation is an abortion.\

\Dr. Brown, would you leave the room, please?\ It wasn\'t really a question, and she left as ordered. \Dawn? I don\'t know what to do about the kids at school yet, but this, I can fix. Okay?\ Dawn nodded.

Ron placed his hands on her abdomen. He imagined he was part of her, and then part of the baby. He worked his way into the cells. He could actually see the defects. They showed up like red marks on his school papers. Ron knew he\'d be here all day redoing each of millions of cells. So, he improvised. He formed his extension into a genetic reprogrammer. The device would find these bad spots, and redo them. It would run \In the background\ as programmers say. It would use his brain power, but not run consciously. He would need to stay near her, but not actually in physical contact. Not that he was going to leave her anytime soon, anyway.

\You know I love you, don\'t you, Dawn?\ Again, she nodded. She gave him a little smile. Just then, Ron spotted Kumiko. \Kumiko, come here please.\

Kumiko entered the room and walked over to Ron. \Yes, Master?\

\Get me a pillow, and a can of soda.\ Kumiko went to retrieve the requested articles. When she returned, Ron placed the pillow behind Dawn, for support. He drank the soda himself. It had been a long day, and looked to be only half over. Kumiko remained by his side, not willing to leave unless he needed her to fetch something. Dawn was actually dozing now, the tension having worn her out.

\How was your day, Kumiko?\

\Master, I changed your room the way you asked me to. I have also attempted to help your mother rearrange the house more to your tastes. She is still not well, but I think she is doing better.\

\Thank you. You have done very well. I\'m sure I will be happy with the work you have done.\ Kumiko smiled, and bowed, though a little less this time, since she was kneeling.

\How are you feeling today?\

\I am well, Master. My bruises have all healed.\

\Yes, now you\'re as pretty as the first time I saw you. Not that I thought you were any less pretty before.\ Kumiko blushed.

\Master, I.\

\Kumiko, do you know what your name means?\

\Well, Master, I am very rusty with my Japanese. Mother and Father did not speak it very much at home, because they wanted to become true Americans. No, I do not know what my name means.\

\Kumiko means \'Girl Forever Beautiful\'. It is an accurate description of you. You have always been beautiful to me, and you always will be.\ Kumiko blushed again, and averted her gaze. Ron gently stroked her cheek, but then he felt something tug at his mind.

He focused on it. Oh, it\'s just the processor, telling me that it\'s done. \Kumiko, would you go get the doctor, please?\ She left to do so, and Ron looked at Dawn. I\'ll find a way to handle the kids, Dawn. At least we know this crisis is over.\

Dr. Brown came back in. \Yes? What is it?\

\Did you double-check the results of your test?\

\No, I did not.\ She seemed offended at the concept.

\I would like you to do so.\

\Listen here, young man, I don\'t take orders-\

\Just DO IT.\ He was getting irritated with the lady, then decided to get even. Obviously she didn\'t like him. He wasn\'t really interested in her, either, given her attitude. He didn\'t want to mess with so visible a person, since it would be easily noticed. But, he did have ways.

As she was preparing the test, she stared at Ron. All of a sudden, she felt a chill run down her spine. Then, she felt her pussy twinge. What\'s happening here? Her breasts began to tingle, and her body started to heat up. I am not excited by this, this pig. Never! But the signs were unmistakable. Her hands were trembling, and she had to steady them to perform the test. By now, her love juices were flowing down her leg.

\I\'ll. go get this analyzed.\ She quickly left the room, not understanding either her body, or the smile on Ron\'s face.



The doctor called back a few days later to say that the second test showed no defects at all. She would need to run another test to be sure. She was very uncomfortable, but she apologized for her error.

Ron had enjoyed taking that call. The ass deserved what she got. Now, Ron was in his last class for the day, Math Tutoring 101. He had been helping lots of the kids today, they were dealing with common denominators, and they were all having trouble getting it.

Near the end of class, one of the girls, Michelle, asked him, \Ron, I think I\'m really gonna need special tutoring on this one. Can you tutor me after school?\

\Sure, Michelle. Just have your Mom or Dad give me a call, after six or so.\

When the bell rang, Miss Ford asked Ron if he could stay a few moments. They waited for the rest of the class to file out, then she shut the door and locked it.

\Ron, you\'ve been doing a spectacular job with the kids. It\'s really been great having you here. I think a lot of these kids might be able to make it out of here this year, thanks to you.\

\Thank you, Miss Ford. It\'s a little early in the year to tell, though.\

\Well, I can see the beginnings of comprehension in them, Ron. You\'ve sparked some interest in this class.\ She had moved over to her desk and sat on the corner, crossing her legs. Today, she had worn a very nice skirt and blouse combination in pale yellow. Her hair had been nicely done up, so that Ron had figured she had a date after school. He hadn\'t known it was with him.

\Well, Miss Ford -\

\Please, when we\'re alone, you can call me Linda.\

\Okay, Linda, thank you for the compliment. I\'m just glad I can help.\ Which was the truth; Ron had always enjoyed helping people in need.

\Good people like you usually say that giving is its own reward. I think you deserve more than that.\ With that, she got down off the desk and walked over to him. She was just barely taller than him, since he had grown over the summer. She pulled him to her, and kissed him on the lips. He was pleasantly surprised, but not enough so not to return the kiss. He placed his hands on her ass, and squeezed. She was madly pulling at his shirt, undoing the buttons as fast as she could without breaking their kiss. He had pulled her skirt up, and now had his hands inside her panties on her ass, kneading it in big circles.

She got his shirt off, and started to work on her own. He almost stopped what he was doing to help, but sensed she didn\'t want him to. He was curious why she was doing this with him. A little probing showed her insecurity around men, along with a driving need to make love. Well, who am I to object? So, he rolled with it. She managed to get off her blouse and bra, and now he felt her bare tits press into his chest. It was a wonderful feeling, her nipples were hot points burning into him. She worked furiously at his jeans, getting them undone, and pushing them down. She did the same with his briefs, so that his cock sprang up and out. She ground her body against his, so that his cock was trapped between them. He unsnapped her skirt, and it fell off, leaving only her panties. These, as was his custom, were ripped off her body. Now they were naked, and still kissing madly. They hobbled over to her desk, where he laid her down. She had cleared it off during class time, probably for this eventuality. He poised his cock at her opening.

She broke the kiss long enough to say, \Do it, Ron. Make me scream with wild passion. Make my eyes spin. Fuck me.\ Ron was happy to oblige. He plunged into her hole with all the energy of a buck in rut. He massaged her breasts, twisting her nipples and pinching them lightly. She writhed under him, wrapping her legs around his back in order to pull him deeper into her.

Ron broke the kiss, so he could fuck harder. She kept up a steady stream of encouragement. \Yes, Ron, honey. Fuck me harder! Yes, oh yes.God that\'s so good.Oh, Yes, YES, YES!. Do it to me. make me come. Make your teacher COME!\ Her body was wracked with spasms. She grunted once, twice, and then went completely rigid. Her pussy was milking his cock, and finally it was just too much. He spurted his come deep into her womb, and that sent her off on a whole new series of spasms. She writhed around under him, until she finally came down from her high. She was panting now, completely out of breath. She smiled up at him.

\Oh, God, Ron! I\'m sorry, I just couldn\'t help myself anymore. I haven\'t had sex in so long, and you were just so helpful, so mature.\ She didn\'t have the words.

\Glad I could help, Linda. Anytime you need my \'help\', you just let me know.\ He smiled down at her, in a way that let her know it was \okay\.

\We\'ll have to keep this our secret.\ She said.

\No problem. I wouldn\'t want to spoil a good thing.\

\See you tomorrow, then?\ She had gently pushed him off her, and was sitting up now.

\Yes, I\'ll be here.\ Ron got dressed, and left.



A week or so later, Ron encountered Dawn during a lunch break. She was being taunted by other girls about her pregnancy.

\Everyone knows only easy girls get knocked up.\

\Who\'s the pop? Or don\'t you know?\ And comments of that sort. It was taking its toll on Dawn, and Ron had just about all he could take of that crap. He strolled over to his sister and gave her a hug.

\Is this really necessary, girls?\

\Oh, look, it\'s little brother to the rescue.\

That was it. The last straw. He knew these girls for what they were: vindictive spiteful little tramps who didn\'t deserve to walk the earth with his sister. He drew them in a little closer with a look, and whispered to them. \Girls, you\'re messing with my sister. Unless you want to end up looking like Dale Jessup, I\'d advise you to stop it, right now. My sister is off limits, forbidden territory. Spread the word. If I have to deal with this problem, somebody is going to get hurt.\ His tone of voice, and the matter-of-fact expression on his face said volumes. He was not kidding, nor was he bluffing. They believed not only that he could, but that he would hurt anyone who crossed him.

\Sure, Ron, sure.\ They all echoed the sentiment, and quickly moved off. Ron turned to his sister, who was looking at him.

\What did you tell them?\ She wanted to know.

\I told them not to mess with you. That, if they did, they would have to deal with me, and that would be unpleasant for them. You\'re my sister, Dawn. I love you, and I\'ll always protect you. Promise.\ They hugged, and he went on his way after making sure she was okay. Another crisis, handled peacefully. Fear was an effective weapon. He had absolutely no interest in those girls at all. They were attractive, sure, but they were also all airheads. He wasn\'t even sure they had the capability for rational thought. Anyway, it was time for class.



When he got home that night, there was a message on the machine. \Hi, this is Mrs. Donalli, Michelle\'s mother. I\'m calling for Ron Chaffey. If he could call me back when it is convenient, I\'d appreciate it.\ and she gave a number. Ron picked up the phone and dialed.

\Hello, Jasper and Jasper publishing.\

\Yes, I\'m returning a call from Mrs. Donalli.\ Ron had learned that no one took kids seriously. He figured if he was \returning a call\, they might not ignore him. It worked.

\May I ask who is calling?\

\Ron Chaffey.\

\One moment, Mr. Chaffey.\ Mister. Wow.

A moment later: \Ronald?\

\Please call me Ron, ma\'am. You are Michelle\'s mother?\

\Yes. She insisted I call you and arrange for tutoring. She says you have been very helpful in class, but that you cannot devote enough time to her individually.\

\Yes, ma\'am. I regret that, but I do have 20 kids to deal with in class.\

\Well, some personal tutoring should be just the thing, then. How much do you charge?\

\My normal fee is 10 an hour. Usually, I only take students for an hour at a time. However, I have decided on a new structure this year, to see how it will work. I\'m charging 15 for a two hour session.\

\That sounds just fine. One more thing: do you work at our house, or yours?\

\Mine, ma\'am. It allows me to set up a better study atmosphere. Plus, it removes familiar distractions.\

\That makes good sense. Very well, then. When can you start?\

\Well, tomorrow is Wednesday. That\'s a good night for me, if it\'s alright with you. Say, seven o\'clock?\

\Yes, that will work nicely.\

Ron gave her the address, and said goodbye. He would need to choose a good study room, and get it ready. Michelle was hot, and he knew he was going to have some fun.



The following day in school, he met up with a little trouble. Well, maybe little isn\'t the right word, since it consisted of roughly a quarter of the football team.

\Those were our girls you insulted yesterday.\

\Insulted? I didn\'t insult anyone, guys. I told them to leave my sister alone.\

\No one tells my girl what to do.\

\Just what are you going to do about it, Biff?\ Biff wasn\'t his name, but he looked like a Biff.

On the other hand, the guy didn\'t like being called Biff. He swung on Ron, who had already erected a \'kinetic shield. His hand appeared to hit Ron, when actually it stopped about half an inch short. The guy must have thought he hit a brick wall, or a sheet of iron. He recoiled, holding his hand. It was very possible he had several broken bones.

\Don\'t mess with me, guys, or someone\'s going to the hospital, and it won\'t be me. You know what happened to Dale Jessup, right?\ He let the implication that it was his doing just kind of hang there.

One of the other players stepped up, but before he could do anything, Ron posed a palm-strike to the chin. It looked good, Ron positioned his extension perfectly. The player landed about eight feet away. \Are y\'all sure you want to continue this? Or should we stop now?\ Ron was in total control. Normals, he realized, were a piece of cake. It was psionics he had to watch for.

By now, the players had enough. They left in a hurry, the leader still holding his hand. Well, at least he\'s not our quarterback.

Math Tutoring class was interesting to say the least. He was getting strange looks from Michelle and Miss Ford. He understood the look from Linda, but he wasn\'t sure what Michelle was up to. He\'d find out soon enough.

When class ended, he hung back just a bit, so he was the last student to leave the room. Miss Ford was standing by the door, and, as he was about to leave, she grabbed, him, embraced him, and gave him a deep, blood-warming kiss. \That was for making my life easier. Thanks, Ron. See you tomorrow.\ Somehow, he managed not to weave down the hallway after that.



It seemed as if 7:00 would never come. He had been ready for the past half-hour. At five minutes of seven, she arrived. Her mother brought her up the walk, and they rang the bell. Ron had banished the rest of the household to non-visible rooms in the house, essentially the upstairs. He tried not to run to the door.

\Hello, Mrs. Donalli, Michelle. Please, come in.\

They entered a large foyer. Mrs. Donalli was fairly impressed with the house. \What does your mother do, again?\

\Well, my mother is an executive with a small company. Most of the family income is generated by me.\

\Tutoring pays this well?\ She was joking, of course.

\No, ma\'am. I tutor because I enjoy it. I have a part time job consulting for a national organization on computer matters, and some other items.\ Which was, essentially true. CAMP had told him to keep up with his computer programming. The \'other matters\' of course, covered a multitude of sins.

\I see. Well, is your mother home? I would feel better if an adult were around.\

Ron had expected this. His mother was standing discreetly in a doorway. \Mom?\ She walked over. \Mrs. Donalli, this is my mother, Sandra Chaffey. Mom, this is Mrs. Donalli, Michelle\'s mother.\

\How are you?\

\I\'m fine. I just wanted to know that their was supervision in the house.\ Michelle looked both embarrassed and impatient. He thought he understood both of those. He was wrong.

\Well, I\'ll be here pretty much all the time. Besides, you can trust Ron. Your daughter is in good hands.\

The adults yakked for a couple more minutes, then Mrs. Donalli left. Ron showed Michelle into the study room, and his mother went back upstairs.

\Sorry about my Mom. She\'s a little over-protective.\

\No problem. So, shall we get down to work?\

\Yes, let\'s\ Just then, Ron felt a tug at his mind. He grabbed it, deciphered it, and then almost blew it. He almost smiled, but that would not have been right. For this command had come from Michelle. A psionic! But she\'s not on the list. Let\'s run with this, and see where it takes me. Ron followed along. Her suggestions weren\'t actually working, but since he could read them, he followed them. He kept his face neutral, and started removing articles of clothing. She had him down to his underwear, and still he had not revealed himself. Finally, she wanted him to remove those, but she was still fully clothed. He figured it was time to get even. Not maliciously, but forcefully even so, he grabbed control of her mind.

She almost panicked. What\'s happening to me? Why can\'t I move? Why can\'t I scream? I don\'t understand! By the time she\'d managed those thoughts, he already had her down to her underwear, using \'kinesis. He decided to let her off the hook now.

\Not much fun when the target fights back, is it?\ He was smiling cheerily, not viciously. She grinned, then looked down and covered her mouth with her hand. She wasn\'t sure what she was supposed to say now.

\You\'re not on my list.\ Ron still didn\'t know why that was. \Are you new to the area?\

\Yes. We moved in just before school started.\ She didn\'t know what \'list\' he was talking about, but he seemed to be calm about the whole thing.

\Okay, that would explain it. So, how long have you known?\

\Known what?\

\About your ability.\

\A couple of years. It\'s just starting to get to where I can make people do things, though. At first, it was just moving objects, ya know? And I hid that from people, \'cause I didn\'t want them to think I was weird. And then, I started to realize that people would do what I asked them to, without arguing like they used to.\

\And I was to be your experiment for. what?\

\I wanted to know if it would work outside the family.\ She was embarrassed at being caught, but also interested in what he might be able to tell her.

\Well, it would have, if you hadn\'t been dealing with another psionic. Damn, I am not cleared for recruitment. Hell, I don\'t even know if you\'re good enough yet.\ Ron was talking to himself, and Michelle didn\'t understand a word of it.

\Huh?\

\Oh! Don\'t worry, I was thinking out loud. Bad habit of mine. Anyway, what\'s the biggest object you\'ve ever moved?\

\My bed. It\'s a waterbed, if that\'s important.\

Heavy. She can do it. \Ever tried to fly?\

\What?\ She didn\'t think she\'d heard him right.

\Fly. You know, move yourself. Like this.\ Suddenly he was floating in mid-air, doing little aerobatics. Michelle struggled with it a bit, and managed to lift herself off the ground about a foot.

\Great! See, it\'s not that hard. Really pretty cool. Say, just what were you going to do to me tonight?\ Ron tried to sound stern, but his smile gave him away.

\Well. I was gonna, you know, make you.\ She couldn\'t say it, so she whispered it in his ear. Girls were so funny about that. He was the only one in the room, and still she wouldn\'t say it out loud. \I mean, when I first saw you in class, I thought I wanted to get to know you better, and the tutoring thing was just a really good opportunity, if I could get rid of your mother.\

\Mom has orders not to come downstairs until you leave.\

\Well, yeah, but I didn\'t know that, did I?\ She smiled. Apparently, her model for flying affected a zero-g room, because her breasts were actually floating. Michelle was beautiful. She had curly auburn hair and brown eyes. Her face was a nice round shape, with an innocent expression. Her breasts looked just right on her frame, and her legs continued from here to eternity. She was about his height, maybe just a fraction shorter. Not that it matters when both of you are floating three feet off the floor.

\So, you wanted to screw me, huh?\ She just blushed and nodded. \Well, no reason to stop now, is there?\ She just stared at him. He took things in hand, as he removed her last garments, and his own. He brought them both down to earth. \Wait here a second.\ Ron went over to the couch and pulled a soft down bed from under it. The bed was about a double-bed size, covered with fake fur. It was meant as something to, well, to \do\ things on. He motioned her over to him, as he was sitting on the mat. She stood over him, a little unsure of herself.

\Is this your first time?\

\No, but my first time went by in sort of a blur, and I wasn\'t really given much of a choice.\

\Well, we can stop now, if you\'d like.\ She shook her head, and took his offered hand. He pulled her to him, but not down. His eyes were now at pussy-level, and he enjoyed what he saw. He reached out and softly kissed her on her mound, right above where her clit was. She purred softly, and rested her hands on his shoulders. As he pulled back, he saw her tits hanging down before him, begging for suction. He obeyed the call, and took one into his mouth. He tongued the nipple until it was hard, and sucked the tit until she moaned. Then he moved over to the other one, and repeated the process. When he let go, she sank down beside him on the cushion. He kissed her for the first time on the lips. If her first time had been ugly for her, he wanted this to be better. He was soft, coaxing.

For her part, Michelle was really getting into it. Her first time had been at the hands of a former boyfriend who basically didn\'t know what \no\ meant. She hadn\'t put up much of a struggle, because she wasn\'t even sure she meant no. Which was also why she never told anyone about it. Ron, on the other hand, was taking it nice and easy. This is the way it\'s supposed to be. She kissed him back, progressing from soft to urgent. She pushed him back onto the cushion, and continued kissing him, while she rubbed his chest. Ron didn\'t resist: he liked it when the women took the lead sometimes. He figured she needed to do this her way, to make it good for her.

Michelle moved her kisses down to his chest. She kissed each nipple, nipping lightly at them with her teeth. She continued down, across his stomach, until she reached the head of his cock. Here, she hesitated. This was something she had been told about, and read about, but hadn\'t actually done. She thought it was kind of yucky, but she wanted to give Ron a present for being nice to her. She lightly kissed the tip of his cock. Some clear liquid stuck to her lips. She licked her lip and tasted it. Not great, but it didn\'t make her sick. She continued kissing the head of his cock, noticing that occasionally it jerked. She moved her kisses down the shaft and back up, down and up. Finally, she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. She wasn\'t sure of exactly what to do, but then she started receiving images. Not orders, more like instructions. She glanced sideways at Ron, and he just smiled back.

She licked around the head of his cock, and then started pulling more of him in. She got about halfway or so before he hit the back of her throat. Then she started a rhythm. She held the base of his cock with her hand, and sucked him faster and faster. His groans grew louder and louder. Suddenly, she heard in her head, She decided to swallow, to see what it was like. She kept sucking until, suddenly, loads of white semen poured into her mouth. The taste was salty, but, she found to her surprise, she liked it. She swallowed every bit of it, and licked around the head of his cock to make sure she got it all. She looked up at Ron, and smiled. \Did I do good?\

\Oh, hell yes! And I think I should return the favor. Lie down.\ She wasn\'t sure what he had in mind, but she lay down next to him. He gently spread her legs, and maneuvered himself into place. Then he bent in to lick her slit. Up and down, in slow, tortuous strokes. She was shuddering with each pass, and purring quietly from deep in her throat.

Ron flicked across her clit with his tongue. Her back arched, and she grunted. Not the typical reaction, hmmm. He did it again, and she grunted again. Must be more sensitive than most. Ron took great advantage of this. He took her clit into his mouth and started sucking on it, as he whipped it back and forth with his tongue. Ron had Michelle bucking wildly in just a few moments.

\Oh, shit, yes! Yes, Ron. Oh, damn! I want you, Ron, I want you bad! Put it inside me Ron, now, do it now!\

He was tempted, but he knew women, unlike men, can actually get more aroused from an orgasm. He continued his torture, occasionally letting up to lick up and down her slit again, but always returning to her clit. Finally she gave in, and came in a horrendous, screaming climax. Her body went stiff, back arched, arms and legs splayed. She stayed that way for over a minute.

When she came down, she looked at Ron with a look of pure, wanton lust. \Fuck me.\ This command would brook no argument, not that Ron was giving one. He spread her legs to allow him access, and pressed himself into her. Ron was hot enough that he had trouble controlling his pace, but he wanted her to enjoy this as long as he could make it last. He leaned in and kissed her again. This time, their tongues met, and fought a fierce battle, eventually declaring a draw, but not giving in. Ron pumped into her, alternating fast, hard thrusts with long, slow, languorous strokes, bringing her right to the edge, then backing off again. She started to plead with him.

\Come on, baby. Bring me off. You can do it, Pump me harder! Faster! Faster!\ Finally, Ron felt the urge building in him, so he caved in to her wishes. He stroked harder, faster, deeper with each thrust. Ultimately, he gave in first. With a grunt and a sigh, he came, pouring his juice into her. At the first spurt, she came in a mind-shattering, ear-splitting, spine-tingling orgasm that threatened to shatter windows. They both were out of their senses for a moment.

When they both came down, they were lying side by side on the cushion. Michelle rolled onto her side to look at Ron. \Thank you. Thank you for making at least the second time, special.\ She leaned down and gave him a soft, slow kiss. When she broke off, Ron looked at the time.

\Um, I think we should get dressed now.\

\Why?\

\Well, your Mom\'s gonna be here in about a half hour, and we haven\'t even opened the books yet.\

They spent the next half-hour trying to focus on the books. It was difficult, since they had trouble keeping their hands off each other.



It was a couple weeks later, when Mike showed up.

\Ron, I believe you know Michelle here.\ She grinned at him coyly.

\Oh, yes. We\'ve been formally introduced, and not-so-formally.\

Mike got all sorts of information from that. \I see. Well, I\'m glad you two get along, because you\'re going to have to pay her a lot of attention. Like we did with you, we don\'t want to interrupt her schooling, so she can\'t come to CAMP until next summer. This is a really bad time for us all, because we can\'t do things we need to do without becoming obvious. Anyway, she says she\'s okay with you being her guide. Take care, though. Don\'t show her stuff she\'s not ready for.\

\No problem, Mike. Hey, I handled my other project pretty well, didn\'t I?\ Mike had to admit that, yes, Ron had done damned well on that one. Mike shook hands with both of them, and left for his car. Michelle was carrying some sheets of paper.

\What\'re those?\

\Oh. Mike said to give you these. They\'re instructions for what you can and can\'t tell me.\

\Okay. Let me see them.\ She handed them over. \Come on in, we\'ve got some things to talk about.\

\My Mom thinks I\'m on a sleepover with girlfriends. She won\'t expect me back until late Sunday.\

\Good. Then we have a busy weekend ahead.\

The nude pictures of her were incredible. In the first one she was laying back on a white couch. Her breasts were full and firm, dark areolas and erect nipples. Her full red bush took the eye to her pussy lips, puffy and swollen, with just a hint of the inner lips peeking out. The expression on her lovely face could be read a half dozen ways. The camera had failed to decide if she was proud, defiant or ambivalent, in light of her totally exposed condition. But her eyes said come to me, violate me as you will, your every desire will be my command.

The next four photos were variations of the first. The sixth, and last photo, captured the essence of female sexuality. She was posed sitting on the edge of a low table. Her head was tilted, two thick locks of hair falling across her cheek. Her breasts were gently trapped between her outstretched arms. Her spread legs invited the cameras eye to the outline of her tender slit back in the shadows of her thighs.

If she had been a stranger, I would have been titillated. If she had been my lover, I would have been puzzled over the circumstances of their creation. It wasnt that simple. The pictures were of Erica, my twin sister.

The situation probably would have been amusing if I didnt live just one room away. We were both college students. We lived at home to save money. There was no prospect of a change of circumstances for another two years. And I held in my hand the evidence that my lust was not misplaced. Any man would love to lie naked with her and explore that delicious female body. Any man would be grateful for the opportunity to tease her and satisfy her sexual needs.

Those pictures were the last piece of the puzzle that was our sibling relationship. The fact that I held them in my hand was the final proof that her desire matched mine. There was no question she had them taken for one reason. She put them on my study desk for me to find at the time of her choosing.

Our widower father left the day before on a ten day schedule in his truck. Erica was due home within the hour. I sat back and let the memories come to mind. The teasing and flirting had been going on for years. So many conversations were laced with double meanings and longing looks. And there were the times when boys picked her up for dates. Watching her go was like a kick to my stomach. Her look said much the same as I left for some meaningless female encounter.

I put the pictures back in the envelope. I had enough time for a shower before Erica got home. With exams finished I was ready to relax. I stripped and headed down the hall to the bathroom. The hot water felt great. After washing I stood with my hands against wall and let the water drive the tension our of my back and shoulders. A sudden waft of cool air interrupted my reverie.

Garrett, she called out as she walked into the bathroom. Are you using all the hot water?

I reached down and turned off the water. Turning, I faced the shower curtain. That thin plastic sheet was all that separated the two of us. I grabbed the edge and pushed it to one side. Erica stood there smiling. Her white sweater contrasted beautifully with her dark red hair and tanned complexion. She stepped to the edge of the shower. I was thinking about getting in there with you.

I leaned down and turned the water back on. The spray bounced off my shoulder. Erica squeeled and put up her hand. She stepped back and smiled again. Her eyes traveled down my body and stopped to stare at my cock. I was still semi hard from when I was looking at the pictures. She seemed to be deciding whether to accept my challenge.

When she pulled her sweater up and over her head it was obvious what her decision was. She kicked off her shoes and got out of her slacks. I enjoyed the sight of her in just her bra and panties. Her eyes met mine as she reached back to unhook her bra. With a gentle shrug the lacy garment slid down her arms. Still staring she escaped her bikini panties. She brought her hands together, arms straight down. This pose look familiar?

I shook my head and said, You are such a tease. Get in here and Ill wash your back. Ill take care of your front too.

She stepped into the shower and crowded me away from the spray. The places where her skin touched mine felt like little electric shocks. She turned to face me. Her fingers traced down the side of my cock. I reached out for her and pressed my lips against hers, our tongues finding each other. We melted together. My cock responded to her touch. I was fully erect in seconds.

I fought through my immediate need. I wanted to savor the experience of making love to Erica. I wanted to look at and taste her and do my best to make her as crazy as she made me. I broke our kiss. I want to make love to you long and slow.

She dropped one hand down to my raging hardon. Her fingers circled my shaft just back from my swollen cockhead. She squeezed gently and looked up into my eyes. Feels like you have the long part covered.

We laughed together. I reached past her and shut off the spray. We stepped out of the shower and reached for towels. With the corner of mine I wiped beads of water on the side of her face. I couldnt resist tasting her pouting lips again. She responded by wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her slim body against mine. I had to turn to one side and allow my engorged cock to be pressed between us. She pulled back, Lets get to a bed. Youre making me crazy.

We quickly finished drying ourselves. When we stepped out of the bathroom I put my arm around her shoulders. We followed my aching cock pointing down the hall. Erica steered us toward her bedroom. At that point I would have walked with her through raging flames.

She held my hand as we entered her room. She stepped over to her bed and sat on the edge. I stood there, my cock inches from the delicate features of her face. She looked up at me, staring hard into my eyes, as her lips opened and moved over the bulging tip of my straining cock. Her tongue found the clear drops of fluid that proved my extreme arousal. I buried my fingers in her thick hair, my body trembling with the sensation of her tongue circling and teasing the tip of my manhood. I felt the tightness deep in my balls and I knew couldnt hold back my eruption for very long, if I let her keep sucking me.

I pulled back. Erica sensed my determination to prolong our first truly sexual encounter. She slid her perfect ass onto the bed and laid back. I let my eyes drink in her nakedness, savoring each part of her lovely body. She raised one leg, bent at the knee. With a firm voice she said, Lick me, brother. Lick my pussy and make me cum!

She spread her legs for me as I climbed on the bed. I moved my face slowly toward her cunt. When I was close enough for her feel my hot, rapid breathing, I reached out with my fingers. Her back arched and rose off the bed when I stroked along the length of her swollen pussy lips. I opened her cunt like a spring flower, the wet heat of her pulling my lips and tongue into the center of her raging need.

I tasted her exposed inner lips with the tip of my tongue, moving so very close to her swollen bud, before pulling back. Her juices flowed. I lapped up every drop at the pink folds of her hot hole. The taste of her was almost sweet and nearly as powerful as her musky aroma. I moved slightly to a position on my side but still between her legs. My raging hardon was pulsing with the need for relief. But building to Ericas climax was my sole mission.

Her hands gripped the sides of my head. I looked up at her, stunned again by the sight of her beautiful breasts pressed together, nipples engorged and pointed straight up. She pulled me insistently toward the swollen bud of her clit I had been so conciously avoiding with my tongue. Lick my clitty you bad, bad boy! Im so close, so damn close!

I coudnt deny her any longer. I circled the erect nub of her clit with the tip of my tongue. In seconds she pressed her ass down against the bed and pulled my face into her hot cunt with both hands. I sucked her tender flesh between my lips and felt the explosion of her fluid running down my chin. Oh, brother, brother, brother! Right there! Oh yes, yes, mmmmm!

Her thighs trembled. I looked up and saw her head moving side to side as she lay there with her eyes closed. I did my best to let her come down from her intense climax as slowly as possible. When she finally lay still I raised myself up on my hands and knees. I moved up alongside her. She smiled over at me as I settled myself on my side. She whispered, Ive never cum that hard. Nothing even close.

I couldnt help saying, The best is still to come, so to speak.

She smiled, a slightly puzzled look on her pretty face. I took her hand closest to me and placed it on my cock. She glanced down and then looked into my eyes. Put it in me, Garrett. Fuck me with your beautiful cock. I want you to cum like I did.

She spread her magnificent legs for me as I moved over her. I held myself above her with my arms. I had to look into her beautiful eyes. I found the center of her wetness with the tip of my cock. She squirmed with her hips and brought her arms up around my neck. The ridge of my swollen cockhead slid between her wet pussy lips. The heat of her cunt was like a physical force pulling me in. I looked down and saw her lick her lips before she said, Give it to me. I have to feel your hard cock inside me right now!

I wanted to savor the moment, knowing it was so wrong, while at the same time it felt so damn right. I pushed my cock in just a little farther. Erica raised her hips, attempting to capture me with her pussy. I moved my cock back and forth, my rigid cock crown pulling her cunt lips with each motion. She sucked in a breath through her clenched teeth. I felt her legs moving up to circle my hips. There was no doubt, if I didnt give my hard cock, she was about to take it herself.

I smiled down at her. She puckered her beautiful lips and kissed the air between us. The moment had arrived. I drove my hard cock into her waiting pussy with one powerfull stroke. She squealed and pulled my lips down to hers. She was moaning and pushing her hips up to capture all of my cock. Then I felt the overpowering need to pull back and starting stroking with a frenzy. I moved my hands down along her sides far enough to slide between the bed and her naked ass. I took a tender cheek in each hand. Holding her up just slightly, along with her legs up around my hips, I had the perfect position to drive my cock deep with every stroke.

It was my turn to moan. The feel of her quivering wet pussy along the shaft of my cock was like heaven with every thrust. I moved my lips down to her neck and listened as she said, Fuck me hard, brother. Fill my cunt with that hard cock. Faster baby, faster!

I pounded into her pussy with every ounce of my being. The tightness returned in my balls. My explosion was building by the second. I felt her tongue in my ear as she kept moaning and squirming in my straining hands. Fill me with cum you magnificent son-of-a-bitch. Cum for me baby. I want to feel you cum inside me!

Her urgent words pushed me past any idea of holding back. I rammed my cock into her pussy as deep as I could. The first explosion out the tip of my dick was such incredible relief I had to press my lips against Ericas shoulder to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs. And my cock just kept jerking inside her, pouring my seed against her womb. And as I kept spurting I felt her legs tighten against my lower body. She screamed out, Im cumming again. Oh baby, that feels so good! Oh yeah, mmmmmm. Oh, I can feel you shooting inside my pussy!

My cock was numb as I finally pulled out and flopped over on the bed. Our bodies were covered with a thin sheen of sweat. My limp cock was dripping with the combination of our her juices and my cum. My arm had come to rest on her chest. I found her nipple with my fingers. Erica turned her head slowly toward me, This day has been coming for so long. I cant believe we just did that. And I cant wait to do it again.

I couldnt help but smile. Your fault, sister. You and your pictures.

I knew they would get to you. I felt like I had to do something. Weve been afraid to admit how much we have wanted this to happen for years.

She was right. We had followed the rules outside ourselves for so long. We both knew all along the day would come and we would toss all that aside. I couldnt contain my curiosity. Where did you get the pictures taken?

Erica smiled, One of the gay guys in my photography class has been after me all semester to let him photograph me. When he was taking them the idea came to me. I knew if you saw them, well.

Are we going to see your pictures on some voyeur site on the web?

She raised up on one elbow and looked down at me. I was careful. I had him use my digital camera. I downloaded the pictures myself on my computer. I let him see the results. Hes a pretty good photographer, dont you think?

I had to agree. The pictures are great. He captured your sexual energy and that little vixen look you do so well, drives me crazy.

She fell back on the bed and whispered, Just so I can drive you again.

It\'s amazing to me that after ten years of living together and eight years of marriage, my husband can constantly come up with new ways of turning me on and/or dominating me.

Case in point: Yesterday I came down with a bad head cold. My nose and sinuses were, actually still are, clogged to the point where I can only breathe through my mouth. Of course, hubby took care of me, sending me to bed, bringing me chicken soup, pluffing my pillow and all that stuff. That\'s nothing new.

Late last night, he came up to bed. I sort of woke up when he entered the room. He sat down on the edge of the bed and started giving me a back rub, since I was already on my tummy. It was just what the doctor ordered. I hugged my pillow, enjoying it as I watched him take care of me.

After a minute or two, he said, \You\'re running a fever.\ Stopping for a moment, he reached into one of the drawers in the bed\'s pedestal. Finding the thermometer and alcohol wipes, he quickly cleaned it and stuck it into my mouth.

With my nose so completely stopped up, I couldn\'t keep my mouth closed. The temperature read 96. He looked at it and frowned. \Hmmm.\ He rooted around in the drawer again, finding the other thermometer. Comparing them side by side, he closed up the original and returned it to the drawer.

I dozed off for a moment while he cleaned the second one. When I awakened a few seconds later, he was rooting around in the drawers again. There\'s a lot of stuff in those drawers, apparently including a fine-point permanent marker. He drew something on the thermometer and stowed the pen.

That\'s when this whole thing took a left turn.

\Spread your legs,\ he said.

I did, my mind still in a fog of half-sleep and not yet comprehending the situation. As he moved down my body, I realized what was going on and immediately snapped my legs back together.

\No fucking way!\ I shouted. At that point, I was awake and started to turn away from him. But, he had the position advantage. He put one hand on the small of my back and put the thermometer aside with the other. Before I knew it, a very hard smack connected with my bottom.

\Hey!\ I shouted.

Silently, he continued a series of hard slaps, ignoring my protests and restraining my squirming. The tender loving care wasn\'t tender anymore. This was a serious hand spanking and my cries of protest had no effect.

I quickly relented, spreading my legs as ordered.

\OK! OK! You win!\ My center started to tingle as it usually does when he gets in a \no nonsense\ mood.

\Eight more for disobeying me.\ I spread my legs wider and arched to him as he gave me two pairs of spanks on the top of each thigh.

Looking over my shoulder, I watched as he retrieved the thermometer and the skin crme. The tingles spread outward and down my legs when he used his fingers to lubricate the entryway to my bottom. I couldn\'t remember the last time I had had a rectal thermometer in me, but with him in this mood, I would go along with anything.

The thermometer went in with no trouble and no pain. It was small that it didn\'t even pry me open. It did, however, feel very silly and childish.

\Legs together.\ He was still ordering me and the obedience-factor added a lot to my excitement.

I closed my legs but kept my bottom arched. His hand held the thermometer in place and wiggled it just a little. I really don\'t like anal sex but this was OK. It was so small that it didn\'t hurt and I could actually enjoy the stimulation.

The feeling of submission, however, was incredible. It was humiliating to have that thing in my bottom with his hand on it. Very quickly, it beeped but he left it right where it was.

\Hold still,\ he said. I did, completely under his spell. He left the room and came back seconds later with a digital camera. I started to bury my face in the pillow, not daring to object.

\No,\ he warned, \Look at me. I want to capture the full color of your face.\

I looked up at him, all the while squeezing the thermometer to try to keep it in place. He snapped several pictures from different angles. My face was very warm and I\'m quite sure it wasn\'t all fever.

Then told me to relax my bottom. Surprisingly, the thermometer stayed put. More pictures from more angles.

Having captured my posterior for posterity, he put the camera down and returned to the edge of the bed. The thermometer felt strange coming back out and I was left with the bizarre feeling of wanting it back in.

\One oh one point two,\ he said. \Well, that settles it. You\'re staying in bed until that temperature returns to normal.\ Winking at me he, continued, \we\'ll check it every hour on the hour just to be safe.\

I laughed. We had found another way for me to be obedient to him and have fun with it. In addition, we had found a way to have fun with anal sex, albeit with the smallest of \toys\.

He cleaned the thermometer and returned it to the drawer, pausing to show me the \R\ marked on the back. \Make sure you use the correct one. if you ever end up using it, that is.\

\Um, sweetie?\ I prodded, \Are you sure that was the right temperature? The flash from the camera might have affected the reading?\ It was the flimsiest excuse on the planet but I wanted to play some more.

\You\'re right,\ he said. \I think I\'ll use another instrument to check your \'core\' temperature.\

With that, he climbed on top of me and straddled my legs. His alternate instrument was ready for insertion into my alternate orifice. I arched and he gently inserted, just as he had inserted the thermometer minutes earlier, but in a different place. Once inside, he stayed there, not moving.

Taking the opportunity, I squeezed him in rhythmic pulses, enjoying the stillness of his body. We stayed like that for several minutes, with him holding perfectly still and me massaging him from inside.

\How\'s your head?\ he asked.

I tried to talk but was surprised by nasal drainage and ended up coughing.

\Whoa!\ he said. \Do that again!\

I did, several more times, each of them eliciting a sigh or moan or expression of joy from the owner of my new thermometer. Still, he remained motionless, even as he started to come.

\Beep,\ he said, and we both laughed. He throbbed deep inside me, feeling more comfortable than exciting. But once the throbbing subsided, he started moving.

His hands pressed down on my back and his thighs gripped me. His hips began one of the most authoritative fuckings I can remember. With his weight on me, I couldn\'t move my arms from around the pillow under my chest. I didn\'t care. In fact, it helped to have something to hold onto.

Each of his thrusts gave me a firm bump on my bottom that radiated inside me. In fact, it was the warmth, the fullness, more than anything that made it so wonderful. Well, the complete lack of free will added a lot too.

After a minute, he paused briefly, releasing my back. \Hands underneath,\ he ordered.

I was surprised, but quickly moved my hands to the \touching\ position. As soon as I did, he pressed down on my back again and resumed fucking me, slowly, constantly, commandingly.

\Go ahead,\ he prompted.

I wasn\'t going to start without permission but once he gave the word, I obeyed enthusiastically, or at least tried to. It was difficult with all of his weight on my back and hips. I couldn\'t get my fingers where I needed them and I couldn\'t tighten my legs quite right.

He sensed the problem and lay down flat on me. That distributed his weight over more of my body and put a lot of it onto the bed through his arms. Now I could reach with my fingers and squeeze with my thighs.

He held himself deep inside me and made only small thrusts. He didn\'t want to pop out and have to reinsert. Still, each thrust was just as authoritative as before.

My fingers flew all over my mons, in and out of the lips, dancing wherever there was pleasure to be given. My thighs worked hard, probably giving him a good workout too. I started to come very quickly, which prompted him to press and hold.

His back, tummy, thighs, arms and now his lips all touched me at the same time. I was trapped and wrapped in him. He held me in place as my convulsions turned me into a bronco. His overwhelming presence left me free to squirm and buck as much as I wanted to. Each movement pressed me into some part of him and gave me a taste of his strength. It was like being in a padded cell, knowing that you can let go completely and enjoy whatever you want.

When I finished, he stayed there, kissing my neck and fondling me for his amusement. Only then did I remember my head cold. My nose was dripping, sinuses were pounding and I needed to do something about it.

My request to him must have sounded like I was trying to talk underwater but the message was clear. He rolled off and let me blow my nose.

The endorphin rush from the intense sex didn\'t clear my sinuses but it sure made me feel better. \What\'s my temperature?\ I asked.

\Very, very, very, very, hot,\ he gasped.

\Not exactly a precision instrument, is it?\ I quipped.

The spanking resumed.

I was just trying to get home after spending a few days helping out my sister and her husband. The weather was lousy. It had been raining all day and there was no let up in sight, raining steadily, usually lightly but sometimes it came down in buckets.

Jack had broken his leg in a motorcycle accident the week before. Then Mary had to have an emergency appendectomy. Jack couldn\'t do a damned thing while on his crutches and he had three wild kids to take care of while Mary was recovering. Their neighbors had helped out some when she was in the hospital, but now that she was home, they all but disappeared letting Mary and Jack cope as best they could. We were their nearest family members. Hell, other than a few distant cousins, we were their only family on this side of the continent. Jack called me in desperation.

Lucy and I lived about two hundred miles away, on the other side of the Allegheny Mountains, and naturally I told him I\'d come and lend them a hand. Lucy was her usual bitchy self, complaining that she now had to take care of everything by herself. What else was new? It was always her way or no way at all, so my absence for a few days wouldn\'t matter a twit. As far as missing me, forget it. The Ice Queen only wanted someone to bitch at and I wouldn\'t be available. I headed out Wednesday evening after work.

In a sick sort of way, it was kind of fun being with my sister\'s family for a few days, even though I had to work my butt off taking on the myriad rolls of cook, driver, and maid. I don\'t know how they do it. All three kids play soccer on three different teams. Naturally, they have three separate practices plus games scattered all over the countryside. It was fun seeing their kids being kids as compared to my kids who are brow beat incessantly to the point that they are afraid to wear a pair of shoes in the house or even shout in glee lest the wrath of Mother Lucy descend upon them.

By the time I left Sunday afternoon, Mary was up and about and had everything back under her easy control. I called and let Lucy know that depending on the weather and road conditions, I should be back home between seven and eight PM.

I was in the middle of nowhere, following a winding secondary road that I discovered years ago as a pleasant short cut (even though it usually took longer to negotiate than the state and federal highways) between my house and Mary\'s. First sign of trouble was when the power steering went out. Then I noticed the alternator wasn\'t charging. I knew then that the serpentine fan belt had broken and that I had at most only a minute or two before the car began overheating. Suddenly the temperature gauge pegged out. I shut off the engine and coasted to a stop. I was fortunate in that I found a place I could pull off the narrow road. I tried the cell phone, but I couldn\'t pick up a signal. I sat there for a few minutes contemplating my plight. It was still raining lightly and nightfall was quickly approaching.

I pulled out my map. The road I was on wasn\'t even on the map I had, and the best I could remember was that the nearest town, Onca, if you were so generous to call it a town, was at least fifteen miles away. Maybe I could get a tow into town and get the car fixed, but at 5:30 PM on a Sunday afternoon, the prospects weren\'t good even if I could make a phone call. Shit! I was in a pickle.

I hadn\'t seen a single car pass me since I got on the road and after waiting in vain for a half hour for a Good Samaritan to rescue me; I decided that I needed another plan. Up ahead I had noticed a light, barely visible in the misty gloom. When the drizzle slacked off enough, I could barely make out that it was a cabin. The mist cleared momentarily and I could plainly see smoke coming from the chimney. Somebody was home!

I decided that rather than sit and wait for someone who might never come by, I would walk up to the house and ask to use the telephone, maybe even bum a ride into town. The rain had slackened off quite a bit so I put on my jacket and ventured forth into the elements. When I was about half way between my car and the cabin, I heard an explosive crack of thunder and then the heavens opened up with a downpour. Within seconds I was drenched through to the skin. In misery, I trudged on towards the cabin.

I could see as I approached it that the cabin wasn\'t much. There was a lone beat up pickup in front, sitting up on blocks, with the left front tire missing. As I got closer, I could see that the front brakes were disassembled. So much for catching a ride into town. I looked around for the requisite hound dog lying on the porch and finding none, hazarded on to the porch and knocked on the door.

The deep barking let me know that the dog was inside, warm and dry. The door opened partway. A dark haired young woman peered out at me. \Can I help you?\ she asked with a hint of suspicion in her voice.

\Uh, yes. I\'m Tom Quincy and my car broke down up the road apiece. Could I use your telephone?\

\Papaw! Papaw, there\'s a fella out here who needs to use our phone!\

A tall gangly fellow with a beard and his hair pulled back into a ponytail replaced the young woman. He looked me over. It wasn\'t very cold but I was chilled to the bone. After a minute or so of just starring at me like I was some sort of freakish alien or something he said, \You\'re soaking wet!\

I needed help. Not wanting to offend this hick, I contained my normal sarcasm. \Yes, my car broke down and it\'s raining.\ A broad smile came across his face. \Come on in fella and warm up.\ As I came through the door he offered his hand, \I\'m Tripper and this is my daughter Amy.\

A huge black Labrador wagged its tail and nuzzled my hand. Having gained my scent he turned and lay down by the wood-burning stove.

\Tom Quincy of Middleburg.\

\Nice to meet you Tom. You sure picked a bad day to breakdown. Sorry, but the phone line\'s down and my truck\'s not running. Doesn\'t matter anyway, Bill\'s Garage is closed. He won\'t come help you out until tomorrow, provided the phone company gets the line fixed tonight. You\'re welcome to stay here tonight. It\'s not much, but it\'s warm and dry.\

The news that the phone was out was disheartening. I figured that in a few hours, Lucy would be worried, but there was nothing I could do to let her know that I was safe. Tripper\'s generosity was heartwarming, but I was still cold and wet. I was uncontrollably shivering.

\Tom, we got to get you out of those wet clothes,\ he said with genuine concern.

\My bags are in my car,\ I said with resignation as I realized I needed to trudge back to my car and get some dry clothes.

\Don\'t worry about that, we\'ll find something for you.\ I looked at Tripper. He was lean, over six foot and not more than 160 lbs. No way could I get into a pair of his pants. I could never get them around my 38\ waist. Same with his shirts; no way could I button up around my 46\ chest. Still I followed him to the back of the cabin. \Here, get undressed and take a hot soaking bath to warm up. Amy will have supper ready in a bit. I\'ll find something for you to wear.\

I drew a hot bath while stripping off my wet clothes. I hadn\'t taken a tub bath since I was a kid, but the hot water felt divine. I stayed in the bath for about ten minutes until it started to get cool. Tripper had retrieved my clothes to hang them to dry and as I got out of the tub and dried off, I realized I had nothing but a towel to wrap around me. Tripper came back in carrying a pink terry cloth bathrobe. \Its Amy\'s. She says you\'re welcome to it.\ Tripper apologized, \Sorry Tom, but we just don\'t have anything bigger.\

Having no choice I tried it on. It came halfway up my thighs, and I could just barely close it with the belt tie. Most of my chest was exposed and if I wasn\'t careful, a lot more could be exposed. I may have looked and felt ridiculous, but at least I was covered up, and reasonably comfortable.

The wood burning stove had the cabin toasty warm. As I left the bath I checked out the layout of the cabin. As best I could tell, there were only two rooms plus the bath. The main room served as kitchen, dining room and living room. There was no TV, but lots of books and New Age music played in the background. The furniture was tattered. My clothes hung on a drying rack next to the dog and the wood-burning stove. A chessboard sat ready for play. I realized that Tripper wasn\'t some country hick, but some sort of hippie relict. I glimpsed the title of an oversized book next to a frayed armchair, \'101 Sexual Positions\'.

As I looked around, Tripper saw that I was finished with my bath. \Come on Tom, supper\'s on the table. You hungry?\

\Yes, yes I am, thank you.\

I sat at the small table with Tripper. Amy served us each a bowl of beans and rice and then sat down. \Hope you like beans, Tom,\ apologized Tripper. \We\'re vegetarians. We never eat anything with a face.\

\Yes, beans are just fine, thank you,\ I said sincerely. The beans were a little too bland for my taste. \Do you have any Tabasco?\ I asked hopefully. Amy got up and brought back a bottle of the hot sauce.

As we ate, we chatted, about everything and about nothing in particular. I quickly surmised that we were on diametric poles when it came to politics, and I studiously avoided the topic. As his hair and beard were turning gray, and I judged Tripper to be about ten years my senior in his middle forties.

Amy, I judged to be about twenty. She was about my height, around 5\'10\, and very pretty with her long straight raven black hair and with the most intense light blue eyes I\'ve ever seen. She wore tight jeans and a peasant blouse, which nicely cupped each of her ample breasts. I could see the outline of her dark nipples through the gauzy white material. Except for a hint of blue eye shadow, she wore no makeup. Her sultry lips were full and naturally red, the perfect compliment to her infectious smile. I found myself idly wondering whether or not she shaved her legs and armpits. When we were finished eating, she cleared the table giving me another opportunity to check out her body. She had wide hips and shapely legs that tapered from her firm butt to her slim ankles. She was indeed a beautiful girl.

Tripper got up and disappeared for a moment, leaving Amy and me sitting at the table alone. She reached out and put her hand to my chest and lightly raked her long fingernails across the hair on my chest. She had the unmistakable look of desire in her eyes. I found myself wishing that Tripper would take a long hike.

Tripper plopped back down and rolled a number, lit it and offered me a hit. I hadn\'t had any of the evil weed since graduate school and figured \'When in Rome.\' I took a hit. It was pretty good shit, not harsh at all, but still packing a kick. I passed it to Amy, who toked up before handing it back to her father. After my second hit, I was a snickering fool. We all sat mellowing out, grinning at each other, passing the roach around. Tripper got up and turned off most of the lights. The relief from the glare was greatly appreciated. I must have zoned out because when Amy offered me a glass of homemade wine, it surprised me. I hadn\'t realized that she had gotten up.

What happened next blew my mind. I was sipping my wine, quenching my raging thirst and watching Amy as she stood next to the table. Her father came up from behind her and hugged her around the waist. He nibbled and kissed her ear. She closed her eyes. Then his hands went up to her breasts and he began to lewdly fondle her. Amy arched her back and threw back her head, as her face took on an expression of unmistakable lust. \Oh, Papaw,\ she murmured. His hands gently, but firmly stoked each tit, cupping it, mauling it, and squeezing it. Over her shoulder, Tripper grinned at me like the Cheshire cat, then returned to her ear. My dick sprang to immediate attention, pushing aside the pink terry cloth as it grew to its full seven-inch length.

Tripper\'s hands dropped to Amy\'s hips and then ascended under her blouse to her breasts. He paused for a lecherous feel before he pulled the blouse up over her head and dropped it to the floor. She was magnificent! For the first time I could see her deep navel and how her wasp-like waist truly accented her wide hips. And her tits! Firm melons that defied gravity capped with dark brown aureoles the size of a silver dollar and thick nipples, they were nothing short of spectacular. Tripper continued to molest his aroused daughter with her blessings. He looked at me and said, \Tom, there is nothing in creation more pleasurable to a man than a young beautiful passionate woman.\

He laid her on the table in front of me; her sumptuous, bare heaving breasts only inches from me. She looked at me with dreamy eyes and whispered, \Make love to me.\

My hand shot out and gripped the soft young flesh of her nearest mammary. I stood up and leaned over to suck on a superb nipple and as I did, the pink terry cloth robe fell open. Her right hand quickly found my desire-throbbing cock and she gently stroked me with an open palm. I was so overtaken by the sensory delights that I didn\'t notice that her father had moved behind me until I felt him pull the robe off of my shoulders. He leaned over my back and put his face near my ear and whispered loudly, \You want to fuck her? Go ahead, fuck her! Don\'t be shy. She loves to fuck, Tom. She was born to be fucked. I love to watch her being fucked. So go ahead Tom, fuck her! Fuck her good.\

I couldn\'t believe what I was hearing or seeing. It was like an improbable dream. A beautiful girl\'s own father urging me to fuck his daughter. It couldn\'t be real, but there she was, her half-nude body twisting seductively on the tabletop as her father unsnapped and unzipped her jeans. He pulled the tight jeans off her hips and then slipped them down her legs leaving her totally nude before me. Her body was absolutely smooth and hairless, from her legs, to her armpits, to her pussy. (Lucy never shaved her pussy, claiming that it was somehow improper.) At that moment I thought that Amy was the most beautiful woman in the world. Actually I wouldn\'t be too far off as she was easily in the top 3%.

My right hand swept down her torso and across her bald pubic mound and slipped between her outstretched legs. She was soaking wet. I looked down towards her pussy and saw her father holding her legs apart, stroking her calves as I explored her hairless vulva.

Tripper was also naked now, his jutting penis at the ready. It was then through the fog of weed that I realized that, Christ, he was going to fuck her too! I\'d heard of family situations like this, but never actually knew anyone who practiced incest. As shocked as I was, I found the situation to be an incredible turn on.

I squeezed my outstretched hand together, raking my index and middle finger deep into the depths of her slippery vagina while my thumb, posed at the nexus of the folds of her labia, slipped between her pussy lips to find her clit. Her clit began to swell and emerge through the hood as I rotated my thumb around the base while my other fingers explored the walls of her love tunnel. She began moaning as I manipulated her sex. Round and round my thumb went, pausing when I squeezed and stroked her spongy G-spot, then round and round again. She was softy cursing, \Oh fuck! That feels sooo fucking goooood! Don\'t stop, damn you, don\'t fucking stop! Ohhhhhhh fuck!\

She was humping my hand and through the dim light I noticed that her upper torso had blushed.

Tripper hissed, \She\'s cumming! She\'s cumming!\

I felt a spasmodic jolt surge through her body and her pussy contracted around my fingers.

Her body tried to jackknife, pulling against Tripper\'s grip and she let out a piercing howl, \Aaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!\ that the neighbors undoubtedly would have heard if they had any neighbors.

Pussy juice gushed over my hand. I cupped my hand and slurped at the sweet nectar filling my hand. I had never seen a girl produce such quantities of fuck juice before, certainly Lucy didn\'t. I wasn\'t about to let all that sweet juice just drip onto the floor and moved into position and began sucking on her pussy, lustfully gulping down as much of her sex sap as I could. I buried my face between her outer labia using my nose to rub her swollen clit while I tongue fucked her, scouring her hot vaginal hollow. She responded to the obscene oral fucking with another climax, bucking and thrashing about, yelling, \YES! YES! OHHHH FUCK, YES!\ I was rewarded with another flood of liquid heaven, this time directly into my gluttonous mouth.

My dick ached for relief so I stood up between her legs and put the engorged head of my lust swollen cock to her opened pussy lips and sank it into her warm moist fuck tunnel. She was still contacting from her last orgasm. It felt fantastic! I certainly never felt a sensation like this with Lucy. I held still for a minute, deeply buried in her clasping cunt, enjoying the magic of her incredible pussy as it massaged my dick. I started humping her and she continued her passion-babble, \Yes! Fuck me. Fuck meeeeeee! Fuck me with your hard cock! Fill me up your cum. Ohhhhhh yeah baby, fuck me! Fuck me. Fuck meeeeee!

I was so excited that I had to pull out twice and squeeze my dick just below the head to keep from cumming too quickly. On my third trip into her heavenly passageway, I felt the contractions begin again, squeezing my dick as she bucked her hips.

\Keep fucking me!\ she cried. \Don\'t stop, damn it! Keep fucking me! Yeah baby, fuck me hard, harder, harder! Yessssssssssss! OH FUUUUCCCCCKKKK! Ah, ah, ah, ah ah, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!\

I couldn\'t hold back any longer even if my life depended upon it. The pent-up pressure in my plumbing was suddenly released in a mind-altering orgasm, the likes of which I had never experienced before. My field of vision narrowed to a tunnel as jolts of pure pleasure shot from my groin and radiated throughout my body. My voice joined hers in a chorus celebrating sexual bliss as I filled her pussy with what seemed at the time to have been a flood of cum. I kept fucking her until my softening dick folded in half as I tried to ram it in again.

I stood motionless for a minute gathering my wits. Tripper put his hand on my shoulder and said, \Well done! I like to see her have such fun. Now wasn\'t that the best pussy you\'ve ever had?\

I could only nod \'yes\' as I hadn\'t quite caught my breath.

\Okay, move over. Papaw is going to fuck his little girl. Wanna watch?\ I staggered out of the way, yielding my position at the entrance to the temple of carnal pleasure to her old man.

His hands deftly swept across her nubile body before settling in on tweaking her protruding nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, pulling on them, causing her to whence with each rough manipulation until she started panting and moaning again. He slobbered on her tits and blew cool air to sooth the inflammation, then gently bit each teat, pulling it and stretching them almost an inch. It was obviously a game he had played with her many times before, a game that blended pain into sexual pleasure. She finally cried out loud and clutched at her tits, protecting the sensitive nipples from any further sweet cruelty, begging her Papaw to stop. Then he ran his middle finger up her ass along with his thumb up her pussy and began rhythmically compressing his hand.

\Oh, yes Papaw! Yes! That feels so good.\ She dropped her hands from her breasts and I could see that her nipples had swollen to twice the size that they were before. She left out a gasp as Tripper lowered his head and nibbled at her clit like he had nibbled her nipples.

\Oh fuck Papaw! Sweet fucking Jesus!\ Her upper torso blushed again, mottled like measles and she let out a blood-curdling wail as she sat partially up on the table before crashing back down, squirting a mixture of cunt juice and my cum from her wildly contracting cunt so that it slashed on Tripper\'s stomach as he stood between her flailing legs.

Tripper stood up, scooped up her ejaculate and smeared it on his rigid fuck piston and then rammed it up her ass. He fucked her hard, slamming her ass with each punishing stroke, while grinding on her clit with his thumb. Shit! My eyes were wide at the unbelievable sight. Damn, Lucy never even let me touch her asshole, and here was a father buggering his daughter like she was a slut. Then it dawned on me, Amy was a slut; she was her father\'s slut! Amy continued to wail, \Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhh f-u-c-k P-a-p-a-w! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!\ as she trust her butt back to meet each inward thrust of her Papaw\'s fleshy piston.

Testosterone flooded into my blood system and again my penis swelled for action. My dick was up and I craved to try that. I had never ass fucked a girl before and now was my opportunity. Tripper\'s buttocks clinched and his body jerked as he spewed his semen into his daughter\'s rectum. Tripper stepped back pulling his still discharging organ from her ass and shot his final globs of jiz onto her stomach.

I stepped into the slot and put my dick to her dilated anus, eager to lose my own virginity. She sat up on her elbows, shaking her head \'no\'. \Please not in the ass! Not now, I\'m too sore there! Please!\

I sank it in anyway.

\OH FUCK!\ She lay back down. I guess that the girth of my dick was greater than her Papaw\'s, and I stretched her sphincter even more to accommodate me. Her ass was tight, tighter than her pussy. I didn\'t use any lubricant as her Papaw left her ass slick with his cum and I slid in and out easily. I leisurely fucked her rather than pounding her like her father did. She murmured, \Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm,\ in response to my slow pace. She shuddered and grimaced as she climaxed once again. Warm vaginal discharge dribbled onto my impaling dick, bathing it, adding lubricant to my trusting stalk.

Damn, but this was some hot babe. I can\'t remember the last time Lucy had an orgasm, if she ever did, but his babe, she kept cumming and cumming. I pulled out without cumming myself, as I thought she was ready for a little rest and I wanted pace myself and fuck this good looking honey until I had to leave the next morning.

I lowered her legs and turned around. Tripper was casually rolling up another joint and lighting up. I took a deep hit. I don\'t clearly remember much after that. Time was on some metaphysical sixth dimension. I vaguely remember lying on the floor with Amy on top screwing me while sucking her Papaw\'s dick, but then again maybe I just imagined it.

I woke up with the sun streaming in my eyes, sprawled out naked on the floor, with the damned Labrador licking my crotch. Tripper and Amy were nowhere in sight. I had a dull headache and an even duller mental capacity. I got up and stumbled into the bathroom to take a leak. I looked into the bedroom. Amy and her father were snuggled up and snoring away. I went to the kitchen to try and find something to eat, finding only a big slab of pallid tofu, a few fruits and some muffins. I had an apple and a dark muffin that tasted like sawdust.

I tested the telephone. It worked! I called Billy\'s Garage in nearby Onca and told them where to find my car. He said he would be there in about forty-five minutes. I dressed in my still damp clothes and called Lucy.

\Hey, it\'s me. Yeah, I\'m okay. I\'m sorry I worried you last night but my car broke down.In the middle of nowhere.I stayed with some very nice people.I tried to, but their phone was out.No, my cell was out of range, it wouldn\'t work.No, I couldn\'t just go to their neighbors, they have no neighbors.It was raining like hell! I\'m not yelling at you, I\'m trying to explain to you that I couldn\'t call.I know you were worried.Look, a tow truck is on its way. As soon as I get the car repaired I\'ll be on my way.I guess three maybe four hours.I couldn\'t call you until now Lucy! The phones were out! You can believe me or not, but that\'s what happened.The car threw the fan belt.No, you can\'t drive very far without a fan belt.No, it didn\'t make me get into a wreck.I\'m sorry, Lucy, I couldn\'t call you. I\'m trying to get home.Look, the tow truck will be here in a few minutes and I\'ve got to go.I\'ll call you when the car\'s fixed.\

I hung up; exasperated and thoroughly annoyed, regretting that I\'d ever called the damned tow truck.

I looked in again on my benevolent hosts, but they were still asleep. I left a note thanking them for their hospitality and walked back to my car. It was a beautiful day, but the most incredible experience of my life was over.

Epilog: I plugged Lucy as soon as I got home and that was the last time that cold bitch let me touch her. It\'s now four months later and I\'ve been served divorce papers. Seems I gave her the clap. Her father fired me and I have nowhere to live so I plan on visiting my sister to lick my wounds. I think I\'ll take the short cut, and bring along some wine and a big box of rubbers.

I was at the beach as usual ogling at the women. It was very sunny and my normal routine was to spend at least five hours drinking beer and seeing if I could find any hairy women. Most of the women had their armpits freshly shaved and their legs done and I hardly ever saw any woman with any hair escaping their bikini line.

It was a far cry thirty years ago. I am now in my sixties but I remember my younger days seeing almost al women with some amount of hair escaping their bikini line and at least half the women on the beach having a sizeable bush in their unshaven armpits. I always found the beach in different parts of Europe especially in Germany, Spain and Greece the best places to find extremely hirsute women. My fetish for women with bushy underarms goes back a long time when I saw my Aunt sucking off my elder brother. It was the most defining moment of my life and changed my outlook towards sex, women and hirsuteness forever.

I was still studying at Middlesborough in England when I stumbled upon Aunt Rhonda and my brother James. Aunt Rhonda was a hot number and I had a crush on her. I saw her at the swimming pool and she had not shaved her body hair. Huge clumps of hair grew in her unshaven underarms and her pubic mound had such a bulge that it looked all male. As I knew later it was hiding enormous quantities of curly black hair, which grew in heavy tufts around her pubic area and into her asshole. She was a barbers delight and the hair, which grew on her inner thighs, was very thick as well. Her legs too were unshorn and I felt a tingle of excitement every time she lifted her arms to show the heavy pelt of jet-black hair in her luxuriant armpits. Her luscious armpits were a treat to me and I kept my eyes peeled on them. But I was never in her sights.

James on the other hand was the local stud. Standing over six feet he was ten years older than me and had just seen some military action. He was nearer aunt Rhondas age. I heard some laughter near the pool and I thought it was James. There is a huge tree behind the changing rooms and as I stood there behind the tree I saw Aunt Rhonda. She was sitting on a chair in front of James holding his huge uncircumcised cock. He had the biggest cock Ive ever seen! Just as I was going to turn around and go back towards the house she took him into her mouth and started to suck him. I was a little stunned and I had a raging hardon as I watched my Aunt suck off my older brother. I massaged my cock through my trousers as I watched my hirsute Aunt swallow Jamess massive penis.

She soon got on her knees sucking his huge cock. His cock was very smooth and big and she took him all the way into my mouth. She pushed her tongue forward and swallowed him deep into her throat. His beautiful cock kept growing and I could see it throbbing as she sucked him. He was holding her head and guiding himself in and out of her mouth. I was very hard and I unzipped myself and took hold of my throbbing prick and started jerking myself off. Her arms were bent and as she sucked his monster cock I saw the brush of jet-black hair in her unshorn armpits. The jungle of hair in her unshaven pits was dripping wet mainly from her swimming and I presume from the cocksucking exertions but it was gleaming and shining in the sunlight as she continued to orally pleasure my dear brother.



Aunt Rhonda took him out of her mouth and lay on her back. I saw the massive bush of her tangle of pubic hair on her prominent mound and as she stretched the long hair in her bushy armpits stretched out. She lay on her back and spread her legs wide for him and his now huge cock disappeared into her dripping hot pussy. She let out a loud scream as he started to give her his big dick. I was so aroused that I continued to pump my engorged penis as I saw the hairy woman fuck my horny brother. The tufty hair in her armpit forest even from this distance looked very furry as Aunt Rhonda screamed as my brothers spear fucked her hairy pussy.

I could see that brother James was nearing an orgasm even as Aunt Rhonda was convulsing with one of her own. I think to prolong her orgasm she pushed him off her body. I was perplexed. I was ready to shot my wad into the grass in front of me and I wondered whether Aunt Rhonda did not want her nephew to cum inside her.

She took James into her mouth and started to suck him. James was, I thought, a little rough. He held her head I think in anger and literally fucked her mouth. Aunt Rhonda looked wide-eyed as she swallowed James enormous cock. I thought my brother was in frenzy and so was I and seeing this hirsute woman I started pumping my seed near the tree. I wished Aunt Rhonda were sucking my cock too.

\I\'ve always wanted to suck your big cock James.\ She said. I had already become hard again as my eyes concentrated on the tufty hair in her jet-black bushy underarms and almost came just watching as she swallowed him whole with every suck. James began to moan and pump his rod in and out of my Aunt\'s mouth.

James grabbed her with both hands by the hair and pumped her head up and down on his cock. At the same time James cried out and began to spray the back of her throat with his hot cum. She pulled off his cock and he dumped the last of his load on her face. She eagerly gobbled up his cum, licking his shaft clean.

When she looked up she saw me. Aunt Rhonda had cum all over face and she motioned to me to come to her. My cock was hard and sticking out of my unzipped trousers. James had a smile on his face. She reached out and took hold of my prick. Aaaahhhhhhhhh I moaned as I felt Aunt Rhondas hand on my hot dick. James knew of my fetish for hairy women and said, Look at her unshaven pits. Isnt the hair in her hairy armpits sexy? I nodded and said Aunt Rhondas armpits are so hairy. So much hair and I want to kiss her bushy armpits. As the words tumbled out of her mouth she raised her arms and pushed it against my face. I noticed that her breasts were enormous and the tufty hair in her bushy armpits seemed to stretch out as I licked at the tangy hair in her unshaven pits.

I didn\'t know if she would go any further as far as letting James or me fuck her or not and was unsure about it myself. We sat on each side of her and began to kiss and fondle her. I was sucking and chewing on one of her nipples while playing with her clit and swollen hairy pussy. She grabbed our cocks and began to stroke and squeeze them. It wasn\'t long before we both were erect again. I began to finger Joan\'s ass while rubbing her clit. Aunt Rhonda began to moan loudly and continued to stroke our stiff cocks.



She put her head in my lap and got up on her knees. James positioned himself behind her and began to rub the head of his swollen dick in her hairy asshole. Fuck me with that cock she screamed as James began to enter her anus. She began to suck my cock and I could tell every time she came because she would grab my cock hard and force it down her throat. It was my first cocksucking and I was ready to cum. James grabbed her hips and really started to fuck her asshole hard and fast. She was moaning uncontrollably.

I could feel her start to shake he hot his load deep inside her. She sucked me fast and deep into her throat. I, not being able to hold out any longer, poured my load into her hungry mouth. She eagerly drank my sperm as I tugged at the furry hair in her very hairy armpits.