Ma Butcher s BoysChapter 7 Slaughternight Eve
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'Oh God I'm cumming'. I could hear myself in my head or in my ears, was my brain saying it or my mouth, either way, I was starting that long slow accent to my sexual peak, before releasing all the pent up energy, with both my hands on his head under the blanket that covered him, as he licked and sucked on my crotch.
I could feel my bum sticking to the leather of the settee we were sitting on in the living room as I tried to slide forward to give him more crotch to lick, as I gasped and heaved, then, to my horror, something caught my eye from the corner and I turned to see his father standing in the doorway, shushing me with his finger pressed to his lips, but more importantly, he was masturbating as he observed us.
I was on the edge, at that point of no return as my orgasm started cumming and I sobbed and cried, moaned and bucked, all the time staring at his daddy advancing on me and reaching in and feeling my small breasts and releasing his warm semen onto my upturned face.
I could feel his son about to pull the blanket from his head so I asked him to wait, to let me finish as his daddy scooped his semen and fed it into my mouth before walking back out of the living room and the house.
I felt truly sick with apprehension and worry and only agreed when I knew his daddy had gone back out to finish off my boyfriend orally.
I never told him what happened in those few minutes, I was f******n and had in minutes supped on the semen of a father and his son, swallowing both loads within minutes of each other, amazed at myself having done so. I would say a lot of girls my age do oral and hand jobs on boyfriends and men for fun, as part of growing up, but somehow this scenario was different for me and not surprisingly it happened again a number of years later, when I was married and in my mid twenties.
My father-in-law was in his mid-sixties and widower. He lived alone and it made sense for us to move in with him while we saved for a place of our own. My husband was an engineer who worked the oil rigs off Aberdeen on a two and two schedule and occasionally, longer if company courses saw him remain in Aberdeen, then I could take the train up and have a long weekend with him in either the staff house or a hotel.
Not long married and forced separation, if anything did wonders for our sex life, especially when it coincided with my estrus week, I was horny as hell and would demand attention upon meeting.
There were occasions when we could Skype or Messenger each other with video and I would dress up for the session in sexy lingerie and it was on one of those nights, from his hotel in Aberdeen that the incident with his father was reminiscent of my similar occurrence, as mentioned earlier.
I had bathed and dressed in sexy lingerie and was sitting at my dresser brushing and doing my long hair, I had still to put my dress on and had my hands and arm high fixing my hair when a compliment was made from the doorway. It was my father-in-law and he complimented me on how I looked in my underwear.
I always referred to him as daddy and mockingly scolded him for spying on me in my underwear, what I had failed to notice was my wardrobe malfunction, both my petite breasts had lifted free from their cups as I raided my arms and I was treating my poor sex starved father-in-law to a free titty show, which he of course devoured as eye candy considering the huge age difference.
He even asked for permission to take a quick photo, emphasizing it was his personal use only and I posed, still with my arms high, so daddy had me on cam tits out and smiling.
He smiled and went out pulling the door behind him, much like closing the stable door after the horse had bolted, and I turned back to my dresser mirror and saw my nipples staring back at me.
'Fucking dirty old bugger' flashed through my mind as I studied myself, trying to get a truer grasp on my feelings. There was no doubting my horniness due to my impending call from my husband, but there was an additional sexual wave sweeping through my young and sexually alive body, real sex.
I got up and studied myself again in my black lacy thong, half-cut brassiere ad silk stockings. I felt my crotch and I was swollen and wet, and the lack of gusset on the thong exposed my labia with only the clitoris and pubes covered, my knees weakened and I groaned as I looked and thought about daddy being so close by, I wanted to maintain this arousal I suddenly felt so I left the room and deliberately walked down to where daddy was sitting, I went down to pour myself a stiff drink and deliberately confront daddy and force him to look at me in such a wanton state, not that 'force' would be needed.
I stood at the top of the winding staircase that required two and a half revolutions to get to floor level. 'Pour me a drink daddy', I said out loud and his head spun round and upwards to watch me descend the spiral staircase, revealing my unfettered bum, my thigh gap and pussy lips, the reason I loved thongs and when I finally got onto the carpet and took a few steps towards him, we both knew what we both wanted and I sank down to my knees, unzipped his pants, took his cock out and started blowing him.
My final encounter was not a daddy but a daddy's daddy, my boyfriend's then grandfather. There was something that a lot of young girls don't readily admit too, as a sexual fantasy, are dirty old men and their young fresh bodies being sexually abused, not in a physical sense of the meaning, but more emotional and in the head.
I always had a fantasy whenever I started masturbating as a girl and it always involved older men using me like a condom, and in numbers, minimum three to four were sufficient, one doing it and two to three standing masturbating and looking, as if sizing me up for what they were going to do when it was their turn with me.
In nature the females are sexually stronger in that we can accommodate numerous sex partners, simultaneously or in a row, six guys and one girl and I promise you every guy will enjoy his turn and the woman will have numerous orgasms, whereas the average guy will have his one then fuck off.
Procreation has made girls and women like that, we are the true gang-banger's and it's embedded in our genetic coding from birth, that's one reason guys never really understand why women can be aloof and secretive, but leave us alone with our friends on a night out, or a few days holiday, then you will begin to understand why you find girls easy and demanding on that first date and back to the hotel, minus her wedding band.
I started dating my girlfriend's brother after staying over at her's one weekend and he crept into the bed we were sharing and we had sex, including his sister, she used her mouth on him as we fucked and even tickled my hole as she licked his balls and anus.
One the occasion I am referring too, his grandfather was staying over since his parents and his sister were away on holiday and he had been giving me the 'Glad-eye' all evening, as I was showing him too much flesh, knowing he was enjoying my surreptitious flashing.
That night before sex I went to the toilet holding a towel in front of my nude body, stepped out in the hallway and saw the old man at his bedroom door, and pretending not to see him went out and down to the toilet with all my naked back in full view to him.
When I came back to the bedroom I did not close the room door fully and since the hallway light was out as was our room, we started fucking and made enough noise to awaken the dead. I knew the old man was at the door as my eyes became accustomed to the dark, and later that night when the orgasmic endorphins kicked in and sent my boyfriend off to the land of nod, I got up and went down to the old mans room and got into bed with him and did the dirty.
I could feel my bum sticking to the leather of the settee we were sitting on in the living room as I tried to slide forward to give him more crotch to lick, as I gasped and heaved, then, to my horror, something caught my eye from the corner and I turned to see his father standing in the doorway, shushing me with his finger pressed to his lips, but more importantly, he was masturbating as he observed us.
I was on the edge, at that point of no return as my orgasm started cumming and I sobbed and cried, moaned and bucked, all the time staring at his daddy advancing on me and reaching in and feeling my small breasts and releasing his warm semen onto my upturned face.
I could feel his son about to pull the blanket from his head so I asked him to wait, to let me finish as his daddy scooped his semen and fed it into my mouth before walking back out of the living room and the house.
I felt truly sick with apprehension and worry and only agreed when I knew his daddy had gone back out to finish off my boyfriend orally.
I never told him what happened in those few minutes, I was f******n and had in minutes supped on the semen of a father and his son, swallowing both loads within minutes of each other, amazed at myself having done so. I would say a lot of girls my age do oral and hand jobs on boyfriends and men for fun, as part of growing up, but somehow this scenario was different for me and not surprisingly it happened again a number of years later, when I was married and in my mid twenties.
My father-in-law was in his mid-sixties and widower. He lived alone and it made sense for us to move in with him while we saved for a place of our own. My husband was an engineer who worked the oil rigs off Aberdeen on a two and two schedule and occasionally, longer if company courses saw him remain in Aberdeen, then I could take the train up and have a long weekend with him in either the staff house or a hotel.
Not long married and forced separation, if anything did wonders for our sex life, especially when it coincided with my estrus week, I was horny as hell and would demand attention upon meeting.
There were occasions when we could Skype or Messenger each other with video and I would dress up for the session in sexy lingerie and it was on one of those nights, from his hotel in Aberdeen that the incident with his father was reminiscent of my similar occurrence, as mentioned earlier.
I had bathed and dressed in sexy lingerie and was sitting at my dresser brushing and doing my long hair, I had still to put my dress on and had my hands and arm high fixing my hair when a compliment was made from the doorway. It was my father-in-law and he complimented me on how I looked in my underwear.
I always referred to him as daddy and mockingly scolded him for spying on me in my underwear, what I had failed to notice was my wardrobe malfunction, both my petite breasts had lifted free from their cups as I raided my arms and I was treating my poor sex starved father-in-law to a free titty show, which he of course devoured as eye candy considering the huge age difference.
He even asked for permission to take a quick photo, emphasizing it was his personal use only and I posed, still with my arms high, so daddy had me on cam tits out and smiling.
He smiled and went out pulling the door behind him, much like closing the stable door after the horse had bolted, and I turned back to my dresser mirror and saw my nipples staring back at me.
'Fucking dirty old bugger' flashed through my mind as I studied myself, trying to get a truer grasp on my feelings. There was no doubting my horniness due to my impending call from my husband, but there was an additional sexual wave sweeping through my young and sexually alive body, real sex.
I got up and studied myself again in my black lacy thong, half-cut brassiere ad silk stockings. I felt my crotch and I was swollen and wet, and the lack of gusset on the thong exposed my labia with only the clitoris and pubes covered, my knees weakened and I groaned as I looked and thought about daddy being so close by, I wanted to maintain this arousal I suddenly felt so I left the room and deliberately walked down to where daddy was sitting, I went down to pour myself a stiff drink and deliberately confront daddy and force him to look at me in such a wanton state, not that 'force' would be needed.
I stood at the top of the winding staircase that required two and a half revolutions to get to floor level. 'Pour me a drink daddy', I said out loud and his head spun round and upwards to watch me descend the spiral staircase, revealing my unfettered bum, my thigh gap and pussy lips, the reason I loved thongs and when I finally got onto the carpet and took a few steps towards him, we both knew what we both wanted and I sank down to my knees, unzipped his pants, took his cock out and started blowing him.
My final encounter was not a daddy but a daddy's daddy, my boyfriend's then grandfather. There was something that a lot of young girls don't readily admit too, as a sexual fantasy, are dirty old men and their young fresh bodies being sexually abused, not in a physical sense of the meaning, but more emotional and in the head.
I always had a fantasy whenever I started masturbating as a girl and it always involved older men using me like a condom, and in numbers, minimum three to four were sufficient, one doing it and two to three standing masturbating and looking, as if sizing me up for what they were going to do when it was their turn with me.
In nature the females are sexually stronger in that we can accommodate numerous sex partners, simultaneously or in a row, six guys and one girl and I promise you every guy will enjoy his turn and the woman will have numerous orgasms, whereas the average guy will have his one then fuck off.
Procreation has made girls and women like that, we are the true gang-banger's and it's embedded in our genetic coding from birth, that's one reason guys never really understand why women can be aloof and secretive, but leave us alone with our friends on a night out, or a few days holiday, then you will begin to understand why you find girls easy and demanding on that first date and back to the hotel, minus her wedding band.
I started dating my girlfriend's brother after staying over at her's one weekend and he crept into the bed we were sharing and we had sex, including his sister, she used her mouth on him as we fucked and even tickled my hole as she licked his balls and anus.
One the occasion I am referring too, his grandfather was staying over since his parents and his sister were away on holiday and he had been giving me the 'Glad-eye' all evening, as I was showing him too much flesh, knowing he was enjoying my surreptitious flashing.
That night before sex I went to the toilet holding a towel in front of my nude body, stepped out in the hallway and saw the old man at his bedroom door, and pretending not to see him went out and down to the toilet with all my naked back in full view to him.
When I came back to the bedroom I did not close the room door fully and since the hallway light was out as was our room, we started fucking and made enough noise to awaken the dead. I knew the old man was at the door as my eyes became accustomed to the dark, and later that night when the orgasmic endorphins kicked in and sent my boyfriend off to the land of nod, I got up and went down to the old mans room and got into bed with him and did the dirty.
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