Erotic Collection 23

by C J Edwards

  That was all she got though. George consolidated her grip on the older woman’s hair and returned to using her mouth for her own pleasure as my best mate began to ram her from behind, mashing her face deeper into George with each frenzied thrust.

  George came first and pushed Chloe away, no doubt over-sensitive at that point. Dennis continued to batter her. Yanking her head back by the hair, he humped her like a rabid dog. I moved around the sofa to study her face and confirmed that she was completely out of it; oblivious to everything. Her eyes rolled back and she drooled from a slack mouth. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” As Dennis finished her off, I looked down at George. Still in post-orgasmic bliss, she was far from her normal assertive self. I reached down and gently stroked her womanhood to get a feline purr in response. I had no doubt I could fuck her there and then and was tempted but Dennis was almost finished and I had a better idea.

  Dennis finished loudly and Chloe came at almost exactly the same time. He pulled out and his spunk immediately began to run down her thigh. She looked very full but I wasn’t going to add to her load. Lifting her compliant body, I eased her back on to an armchair and recruited the others. The two boys pulled her legs up and back to pin her knees next to her head and George needed very little encouragement to lap gently at my stepmom’s little chocolate starfish.

  Chloe was by now delirious with passion but no doubt nervous as hell at what I was about to do to her. I took my time in getting completely undressed as my lesbian mate got the horny slut hot and wet. She had almost her whole hand in Chloe’s cunt as she penetrated her arsehole with her tongue. My cock throbbed with anticipation as I pushed George to the side and mounted my dad’s woman.

  “Oh Shit! No! Ohhh! Yes!” Chloe pretty face displayed a melange of emotions and her confused utterings only made me harder as I slowly pushed my cock into her. Taking her arse while she was on her back was a real treat. It made the tight even tighter and let me watch her every sensation broadcast across her features. Feeling her tension, I whispered soothingly into her ear and gently massaged her bum. Then, when I felt her noticeably relax, I began to ease my cock forward, pushing against the resistance of her sphincter. For a few moments, I thought I might not be able to break in; Chloe’s arse was so tight. It was a real effort to get inside her, even with George’s generous preparation but I was strong and determined. Her soft entrails gripped me like a velvet vice as I forced my way in, enjoying the rapidly escalating look of panic, pain and unbridled ecstasy in Chloe’s eyes as I pushed harder and harder into her hot little hole.

  Then all of a sudden, she gave a little yelp and I was through. Her hot little poop chute gripped me like a vice and felt absolutely fantastic. “Arrrrgh!” She shuddered and I was in. I held still for a few moments, letting Chloe get used to the feeling of having me in her arse and kissed her on the lips, before slowly pushing further in, feeling her open around me. Once I felt her buttocks relax again, I began to stroke gently in and out. When the sobbing changed to excited little moans, I moved my hand from her clit and took both of her lovely tits in my hands, squeezing them gently in time with my rutting. Once all the way in, I stopped again. She was clearly having a hard time of it and was now sobbing gently. Adamant to make it as good a time as possible for her, I kept still and reached down her to rub her clit and then began to butt fuck her harder and faster than I had ever done a woman before. She reacted as I had hoped. Her passion now completely consumed her and she reached for me as she whimpered, moaned and panted. At a nod from me, Dennis and Clive spread her legs even more. Where her knees had touched the mattress, it was now her toes. She was a flexible woman and could handle that well but it gave me even greater access and my cock was able to slide inside her that last crucial half an inch, which felt just amazing.

  All of a sudden, Chloe’s attitude changed. Lifting her head off the couch she let out a loud cry, ‘Oh my fucking God, yes! Fuck me like that, please!’ Taking that as an unambiguous green light, I began thrusting hard into her tight little bottom. Leaning over and holding tightly to her tits, I buggered her relentlessly.

  The obscenities were flying out of Chloe’s mouth now. “Oh fuck! Fuck my arse! Shit! Oh fucking hell, yeees!” She was highly charged and about to cum when George appeared at my side to go back to work on my stepmom’s nipples and clitty with mouth and fingers. And when Chloe came it was something else. It started with a visible tremor around her lower abdomen, then spread quickly until her whole body was shaking. Then, suddenly her back arched, her soft buttocks pressed hard against me and her arse clamped hard around my shaft. Her eyes seemed filled with terror, as though she had no idea what was happening to her, the sensations were so strong. Then she filled her lungs and just screamed. “Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhh!”

  I managed just three more thrusts, she had become so tight. Then my balls tightened and my own legs began to shake as I filled my stepmother’s belly with pulse after pulse of hot, roping sperm. I collapsed on Chloe’s trembling body and caught my breath for a moment, before pulling out of her arse to leave it gaping open and dripping with my spunk.

  George wanted her next and was showing her impatience. Stood to the side, I could see she had got herself ready. A huge rubber dong now jutted from her groin. She wasn’t prepared to let the exhausted Chloe rest. Grabbing a handful of hair, she dragged her to her knees of the floor. “Suck my cock, bitch,” she barked at her.

  Chloe blinked and looked a little cross-eyed as she tried to focus on the ten-inch rubber dong now swaying between George’s legs. The poor girl now looked terrified and began to protest, although George was having none of it. George took control of her victim by holding her firmly by the hair as she carefully fed the phallus into Chloe’s mouth with the other. She stopped at about half way and let the older woman get accustomed to the feel of a cock in her throat. “How’s that feel, my lovely?” she asked. Chloe couldn’t answer of course but noticeably relaxed and the look of panic had left her eyes. George took that as a sign to continue and she slowly but firmly pushed forwards until the entire ten inches had vanished into my stepmom’s mouth. Holding it there for a few seconds she withdrew to let the woman breathe and then thrust forward again.

  We three boys were completely entranced by the lesbian sex show. George was now gripping Chloe firmly by the head and thrusting hard into her throat, literally skull-fucking her with the huge rubber cock, as the poor girl spluttered and gagged; working hard to breath between each swallow.

  Finally, she was ready to move on. George released the taller woman and let her drop to the floor in a gasping heap. She grabbed her by the ankles, pressing her on to her back with her legs spread wide, then, lining the dildo up careful, thrust straight up and deep into Chloe’s sloppy pussy.

  This fucking was beyond horny and I made sure to get every angle on camera. George humped my stepmother like a horny dog and Chloe enjoyed every moment. Her lean, soft body undulated in time with my lesbo friend’s hammer blows to her delicate little chuff and the mewing sounds she made were of a deeply satisfied woman. Dennis tried to feed her his cock but George was having none of it, pushing him away and kissing Chloe like a lover. We three men stood back and contented ourselves in wanking over the girls, which George seemed perfectly happy with.

  Chloe finished loudly and George pulled out quickly, sensing that the spunk was about to fly. Dennis came first and coated Chloe’s tits. Then it was me with another big sackful that hit my stepmom in the face and hair. Then Clive finished off and we stepped back to look at our handiwork. My dad’s sophisticated wife was now coated in a thick layer of jism from her head to her thighs. She looked like one of the girls in a bukkake film I’d seen.

  George took her upstairs for a shower and we all followed. Dennis and Clive were determined to do my stepmom and I was going to get it all on film. Then I wanted a go on George. I was last in the shower and when I got out, I was greeted by the very agreeable sight of my stepmother being spit roasted. Both lads had a tight grip of the peti
te woman and were taking it in turns to ram their cocks into her. Clive smashed into her cunt, pushing her forward and then Dennis would jam his meat straight down her throat, pushing her back on to Clive. Chloe’s legs were visibly shaking and she was only being held up by the men’s hands and cocks. George then lowered herself to the floor and crawled underneath, capturing the wildly swinging tits to suck on them, while caressing Chloe’s clit. Her own strong legs were instinctively open and I couldn’t resist. Setting the camera up to record it all, I crawled up the bed and drove my stiffy straight into the lesbian’s tight love tunnel. George gave only a token indication of resistance and I took that as a green light, hammering her hard as the other three took care of Chloe.

  It was going to be a long night and my dad was due back in the morning. It would need to be an early start to get things back to normal but in the meantime, I was going to have the night of my life, gangbanging my stepmom!

  DAD’S DUNGEON

  I opened an eye. Something had woken me and I wasn’t sure what. Then the sound of a key in the lock dragged me back into full consciousness. Dad was home! I took half a second to look around the bedroom. My rugby mates were gone and so was the camera. The room looked relatively normal. Then my eyes focused on the naked woman draped across me. Dad’s wife. Shit! I leapt out of bed, quietly opened the door and shot into my own room. I pulled on jeans, tee shirt and Crocs and met my dad halfway down the stairs.

  “Hey son.” My dad’s big, easy smile betrayed nothing as we embraced as always. “Where’s Mum?”

  “Chloe’s still in bed,” I corrected him as always. It had become a bit of a family joke. “I think she had a migraine last night. I guess she’s sleeping it off.” That was a convenient excuse and he seemed to buy it.

  “I’ll check on her. Catch up later.” He continued up the stairs and I let out a sigh of relief. Not sure what to find, I went straight down to the lounge but all looked normal. There was no evidence that my mate’s and I had gangbanged my dad’s wife the night before. I could only guess that my lesbian mate George had felt obliged to tidy up a bit on the way out… She had probably kept Chloe’s knickers as well, I smiled to myself. All was well. I hit the button on the coffee machine and stretched out on the sofa.

  Dad didn’t come down but the familiar sound of bedsprings and little Chloe yelps gave me a pretty good indication of what he was up to. No doubt he was over the moon to discover Chloe’s migraine was gone. I had to chuckle to myself at the thought of him going where I had been only a few hours before.

  The rest of the day was pretty chilled. An hour or so of normal activity was enough to tell me I’d got away with it and I began to relax. We had a family lunch together; Chloe tossed a salad. Then I settled down in front of the Xbox on Dad’s giant TV.

  It was late afternoon when Dad strolled back in with an iPad in his hand. He walked behind the sofa and lifted my headset off. I pressed pause on the game. “Hey son. I found the funniest thing on the internet this afternoon!”

  “Oh?” I tried unsuccessfully to keep my voice normal. What did he know? “What’s that Dad?” He picked up the TV remote and flicked the channel over and then did something clever with his tablet to duplicate what he was watching on to the big screen. I nearly fell off the chair. It was a full on, HD, professionally cut porno. And it was me fucking Chloe! Fuck!

  Dad stood behind me while the film played and despite being absolutely terrified of the old man at that point, I couldn’t help getting a raging boner watching Chloe getting the shit fucked out of her by my rugby mates. She looked as hot as any porn star and I figured I might as well enjoy the replay before Dad beat me within an inch of my life. He didn’t though. He just stood there and enjoyed the film with me.

  “Is this George’s work?” The question was unexpected when he finally spoke.

  “Erm, I hadn’t thought about it!” I hadn’t! “I guess so. Yeah, probably!”

  “It’s good. Very professional! Fit as fuck isn’t she?”

  Damn! The impossible question. “Er, yeah. I guess so. Sure!”

  “You guess so?” Dad’s voice was still neutral. “You fuck my wife and you’re not sure whether she’s fucking luscious?”

  I was spared having to answer the question by the sound of Chloe coming down the stairs. “This is a good bit,” Dad said and froze the video where George was doing her with a strap on. Then we both turned to watch my stepmom enter the room.

  Chloe certainly did look luscious. She still had an after-sex glow and I reckoned Dad had done her good but she had really made the effort in getting dressed. Her make-up was subtle and professional and her choice of clothing was really enhancing. She wore a clingy sweater dress and strappy sandals that accentuated her curves. She smiled at us both and then lifted her eyes. Then I watched the blood drain from her pretty face as she saw the screen.

  Dad pressed the play button and the action played out in front of us. He stepped out from behind the screen. “Sit!” He pointed to the sofa cushion next to me and she obeyed instantly. He then hovered ominously while we all watched his wife being fucked around his bedroom by a twenty-year-old lesbian with a strap on dildo.

  The film finished and we both waited fearfully, side by side for Dad to speak and when he did so, it was a quiet, intimidating voice. “Who do you belong to?”

  “You, Sir!” Chloe answered straight away and it was in a tiny, little girl voice I had never heard her use before.

  He turned to me. “You son, I don’t blame. She’s a very desirable woman and you are after all my son. If a woman advertises the goods, I would be disappointed if you didn’t help yourself.” He clicked his finger at his wife and she dropped to her knees on the floor. “You can now see how a real man trains his woman. My slut of a wife needs a little corrective direction.” Dad reached into his trouser pocket and produced a large, ornate key. I watched the blood run from Chloe’s face as she looked at it. Whatever the key represented, she was under no illusions of what it meant to her. She sank back on her heels and dropped her head. “Stand up and strip,” my dad barked. Chloe did exactly that, without so much as blinking in defiance.

  I was already very familiar with my stepmother’s lovely body of course but I couldn’t get enough of it. She slowly bent at the waist and took hold of the hem of her dress; drawing the clingy material slowly up the length of her firm, shapely body. She then stood in front of us both in her glorious nudity, her arms drawn behind her back and her head bowed in a submissive pose. “Perfect, isn’t she,” said my dad and I could hardly disagree. My eyes wandered down her petite body and I felt my cock twitch as I watched her apple sized boobies rise and fall with her heavy breathing. She was fucking gorgeous and on a hair trigger in anticipation with what was going to happen next.

  “Bend over the back of the sofa,” my dad ordered and Chloe obeyed; thrusting her firm buttocks outwards. He then turned to me. “Give her a good spanking, to warm things up!”

  This was embarrassing. Dad had just watched a video of me fucking his wife but this was real life and he was right there! I thought about disobeying but the look he gave me suggested that would be a bad idea. So I stood next to her and gently caressed the soft flesh of her buttocks while my dad got something out of the sideboard.

  It was a leather dog collar and I watched with bemusement as he buckled it around his wife’s slender neck. He glared at me again. “What are you waiting for?”

  I took a breath and raised my hand. “Are you ready?” I asked the hapless woman.

  “Yes she is,” my father answered.

  Craack! I let her have it. Thinking I had held back, I was actually surprised by how hard I hit her. My palm stung and I could only imagine what it must have felt like in the soft flesh of her behind. I waited for a long moment for a reaction.

  Chloe said nothing. Just a sharp intake of breath and then nothing more. I gave her another and then another. Her bottom grew rosy pink under my hand but still she said nothing.<
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  “She has a high pain threshold,” Dad grinned. “A redhead trait, enhanced by training.”

  I looked down at her non-existent muff and realised there was no evidence of Chloe’s natural hair colour. I had just assumed all along she was a real blonde! “Oh,” was all I could think to say.

  Dad clipped a long lead into the D ring of his wife’s collar and handed the end to me. “Bring her!”

  I followed on as my dad walked into the kitchen and stopped at a nondescript door. He took his keys out of a pocket and unlocked it to reveal stairs. I reflected that I never even realised his house had a cellar as I followed him down. The stairway was well lit and I saw a big old wooden door at the bottom – like something out of a castle. The ornate key fitted this door and when he swung it open, I gasped at what was inside.

  It was a full on dungeon! A large room, dimly lit and filled with all sorts of sex toys and furniture. He took the lead from me and led his wife into the centre of the room, where she knelt on command once more. He unzipped and pushed his eight-inch cock straight down her throat.

  The blow job went well at first. Chloe seemed able to successfully suppress her gag reflex and took her Master’s inch-thick cock straight into her throat. He let her control the motion for a while, before grabbing her head firmly and thrusting hard; fucking her mouth like a cunt. She took it well for a while and then, just as she felt her husband near the final strokes, she panicked and ripped her head free, just as he came all over her face.

  Dad contained his temper. Grabbing Chloe by the hair, he dragged her over to a horse and bent her over it. He selected a thick penis gag and pushed it firmly into place, securing it tightly behind her head with a thick leather strap. Next he pulled her arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists together, before securing her ankles to the legs of the horse with Velcro straps. The final touch was a thick velvet blindfold. Dad stroked his wife’s cheek affectionately and looked back at me. “She’s well used to these restraints. She spent days on end in them when I trained her.” He picked up a soft leather strap and tested it across his hand, well aware that Chloe could hear the hard slap. “Today’s lesson is a reminder about ownership,” he continued, stepping back and laying the strap hard across her raised rump.