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Marcia - 5
byu Principal Peter (address withheld)
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MILF Marcia's date comes to a disastrous end, but
daughter Emily has plans of her own for her
submissive mommy. Parts 1-4 available in directory
71. (Ffg, ped, oral)
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PART 5
Marcia walked unsteadily down the hall to her
bedroom. Her shaky legs were caused by a combination
of too much wine and sexual frustration. The
intimate, candle lit dinner; the casual groping under
the table; the close dancing with her body pressed
against Bobby's; the stolen kisses on the dance
floor; all had kept her on edge all night. She was
glad that Tina had advised her to suck Bobby of in
the car earlier in the evening. She needed him to
last for a while to bring this night to the
conclusion she needed. She needed to get fucked good
and hard. Bobby couldn't get back from taking Tina
home soon enough.
As soon as her husband had left with the baby sitter,
Marcia headed upstairs to get ready for his return.
She stopped to look in on Emily, and found her still
awake in her bed, with the TV on. Marcia paused in
the doorway, unseen by her daughter as she watched
from the hallway. Emily was wearing a very small pair
of sheer white panties that Marcia hadn't seen
before.
The little girl was lying on her back with her legs
casually splayed in front of her, and Marcia had a
clear view between her thighs. The small triangle of
white fabric between the eight year-old's legs was
stretched tight across her puffy mound, clearly
outlining the shape of her pussy. Marcia's gaze
wandered over every curve.
Her new-found appreciation of the young female form
caused her to admire the gentle beauty of her
daughter's soft, smooth labia. Emily also wore a lacy
camisole top in matching sheer white cotton. It too
was unfamiliar. The thin fabric stretched across the
child's flat chest, fitting snugly to the contours of
her pectorals. Her little nipples were hard, and
poked out through the sheer covering. The top was
short, leaving her ribs and belly bare. Thin
spaghetti straps held it up, and one of the strings
had fallen off Emily's left shoulder.
Marcia's overheated pussy twitched, and her nipples
ached on her chest as she stared at her young
daughter's bare flesh. She didn't speak to her, but
turned away, conflicted. Had she really just been
lusting after her under-aged daughter's near-naked
body? Wouldn't be the first time you'd lusted after
an under-aged girl, she told herself. Stop it! She
replied in her mind. I'm just worked up. I just need
to get LAID.
She staggered into her bathroom to take a shower,
hoping to calm her lust-fogged brain. To the
contrary, rubbing the slick soap suds over her highly
sensitized breasts and nipples, and feeling the warm
water run down over her tingling cunt lips did
nothing to quench the desire burning inside her. She
entered her bedroom, naked, to find the outfit Tina
had picked for her to wear for her romantic night
with Bobby.
Here too was a camisole top, but in black lace. It
tied in the front between her breasts, and hung open
at the sides, exposing her soft belly. The cups were
see-through, and her large dark nipples poked
seductively at the thin fabric. Her huge 40DD tits
were only partially covered, and wide expanses of the
pale flesh of her breasts were exposed. There was
also a pair of see-through black lace thong
underwear, tied on the sides, which displayed her
shaved pussy lips, rather than covering them. She
stared at herself in the mirror, turned on by her own
sexy image. The crotch of her new panties was already
soaked.
Please hurry, Bobby, she thought desperately.
Bobby was having his own struggle with his hormones
as he drove the sexy baby sitter home in the small
confines of the dark car. Her smell was driving him
crazy, as was her mini skirt. She smelled fresh and
clean, with tantalizing wafts of strawberry lip gloss
and a whiff of a scent that reminded him of (pussy)
musk. They were almost to her house, when she asked
shyly, "Mr. Williams?"
"Yes?"
"Um, could you pull over for a second up here? I – I
wanted to talk to you about something."
He found an empty parking lot by a closed store and
pulled in. She asked him to drive around to the back.
Puzzled and nervous, he did so. In the lights of the
dashboard he saw her turn to him. Her beautiful face
looked up at him, and her eyes looked huge. God, he
thought, she looks like she's twelve years old! Her
hair was tied in a sexy pony tail. That and her flat
chest, thin legs and narrow hips added to her
youthful appearance. She sat with her left leg bent
and lying on the seat, which exposed her panty-clad
crotch, which was mostly hidden in shadow,
fortunately.
She lowered her head to look at the cell phone in her
hands and began to speak: "I spent the day with Mrs.
Williams yesterday. Did she tell you?"
"Spent the day? No, she didn't mention it."
"She took me – shopping with her." He could see that
the child was trembling. She looked nervous and
scared – vulnerable – and sexy. Her thighs were so
slender and smooth.
After a dramatic pause, Tina continued: "It was a
place in the city. They sold sleazy underwear and
slutty stripper clothes and stuff. You've probably
noticed she's been wearing sexier clothes lately."
Actually, he might have noticed at one time, but he
really didn't pay that much attention to his wife any
more. She had come to bore him. The blow-job she had
given him tonight was the only one he had gotten –
from her at any rate – in ten years, and he didn't
expect another any time soon. He gave a non-committal
grunt.
"Well, I guess she's been going to this place, and
meeting certain people."
"People?"
The small-framed child paused, and he waited for her
to get herself together.
"She's been cheating on you!" she almost yelled.
Bobby lurched back, surprised at the passion of her
outburst. Cheating? Marcia? It didn't seem like her
style. But if she was cheating on him...
His initial anger was replaced by a kind of relief.
He himself had had several extramarital encounters,
as recently as last Wednesday, and this took a lot of
the pressure off of him. If his dear sweet wifey was
getting boned on the side, how could she turn around
and blame him? No more sneaking around and hiding!
He brought his attention back to the sexy little girl
next to him. She was holding her phone up to him, and
he could see a picture on it. A picture of his wife.
A picture of his naked wife wrapped in the arms of a
huge naked black man, sharing a passionate kiss. The
man's hands were squeezing her ample butt, the globes
of her ass cheeks bulging around his gripping
fingers. Well, they say black guys like big booties,
he thought, in a strangely detached manner.
He took the phone from the girl's slender fingers and
paged through the pictures. He watched the pictures
get progressively more disgusting as he went. She
wasn't just having an affair or a one night stand
with a black guy, she was getting gangbanged by
hundreds of them. Well, maybe twenty, but a lot
anyway. Here she was on her knees surrounded by a
ring of hard cocks, sucking one and jerking off two
others. Here she sat on a guy with his huge black
dick rammed into her cunt, slobbering on some other
guy's dick.
He lost count of the triple penetrations. She had cum
all over her face, dripping onto her ridiculously
huge jugs (he sneaked a glance at the smooth flat
chest and pointy nipples of the sexy girl next to
him). The last 6 pictures were the worst of all,
showing a row of black guys standing in a line, bent
at the waist from behind, their big fat ball sacs
hanging down between their thighs as Marcia sucked
greedily on one of the guys assholes, stroking his
hard cock from between his legs. There were three of
these pics, indicating that she had gone down a row
of a dozen guys, rimming their assholes. The last
three showed her kneeling on the concrete floor as
the guys all pissed on her naked, cum-covered body,
filling her mouth and splashing off her gross udders.
Any thoughts of going home to fuck that skank
vanished, although his cock was hard as a rock from
the images. He handed the phone back to the girl, who
look anxiously into his face. She leaned forward and
put a small hand on his leg.
"I'm sorry, but I thought you should know." She said,
compassionately.
"How did you get these pictures?" he asked.
"She made me stay and record everything." The child
replied.
"Made you?"
"Some of the – men – brought me in and blocked the
door. She said I could record it, or – I could join
in." her voice broke as she sobbed into her hands,
her thin shoulders shaking.
Bobby reached out and pulled the crying child to him.
Her trembling body pressed tightly against his as she
leaned into him with her small warm hands on his
chest.
"I was so scared," her voice was muffled against his
chest. He could feel the warmth of her breath through
his shirt. "I was afraid they'd hurt me, rape me."
The thought of this small, vulnerable girl being
menaced by a bunch of huge angry black men made his
dick stiffen even more, and he shifted uncomfortably
in his seat. Again he felt the warm touch of the
young teenager's hand on his thigh.
She lifted her head to look into his eyes, her lips
inches from his. He felt soft strands of her blond
hair tickling his cheeks; smelled the sweet scent of
her shampoo. "You wouldn't hurt me Mr. Wiliiams,
would you?" He stared into her beautiful blue eyes
and angelic face. Her skin was smooth and taught,
free of blemishes or lines. The appeal in her gaze
was sexy as hell. He leaned forward and brushed her
pink lips with his, the smell of strawberry lip gloss
filling his senses.
To his surprise, he felt her warm wet tongue flick
out and lick his upper lip tentatively. Their next
kiss was less hesitant, and the next even less, until
they were locked in a passionate embrace, panting
lustily into each other's mouths as their tongues
intertwined. Bobby let his hand run up the girl's
thigh until his hand was on her hip under her skirt,
then drifted across to brush her crotch with the back
of his hand.
"Touch me," she breathed. "Touch my pussy." She
lifted her butt off the seat and used her right hand
to slip her thong down her legs and off. His fingers
stroked the outer lips of her hairless vagina,
feeling the heat radiate from them. One finger
slipped easily inside her tight pussy. He was
surprised by how wet she was already.
Her hands were busy in his lap, unzipping his pants
and freeing his seven inch cock. "Wow," she gasped."
It's so big!" Her head disappeared into his lap and
he groaned as her hot mouth engulfed his cock. She
sure seemed to know what she was doing for such a
young girl.
He really wanted to fuck her, but the feel of her
tight lips on his cock, and the way her tight young
pussy felt around his finger as he fondled her from
behind, brought him to his second orgasm of the
evening disappointingly soon. The teenager kept
sucking as he spurted into her mouth, swallowing his
slimy sperm like a pro.
He lay back panting as she straightened up in her
seat, wiping her mouth absently with the back of one
delicate hand. She looked at him with a mischievous
grin on her beautiful face. There was a shiny spot on
her chin where she had smeared his cum.
"Thank you," she said, "That made me feel a lot
better. It's nice to know I can have that effect on a
grown man."
"Thank you," he replied. "That was amazing."
She dropped her gaze and smiled shyly, looking
embarrassed. "Well, I've been on a few dates," she
replied demurely.
Indeed, he thought. More than a few, I'd guess.
"I guess you should take me home then." she said,
"Um, do you, you know, do you want me to send you any
of the pictures, in case, I don't know, you need
them?"
In case I need to blackmail my wife into divorcing me
without alimony? He thought. No need for that, but I
would like the pictures!
He gave her his cell number; then waited while she
forwarded the pictures before taking her the rest of
the way home.
In the driveway, she leaned over to his seat and
kissed him on the mouth, taking her time. He could
still smell strawberries. He watched her as she
walked to the front door, her narrow hips swaying
sexily in her short skirt. Damn, he thought. What a
piece!
Marcia waited nervously in the bedroom, lying against
the pillows, staring sightlessly at the droning
television. Her heart pounded, and she could actually
feel the pulse throbbing in her engorged pussy lips.
She wanted to touch herself just a little, but Tina
had convinced her that she should wait for Bobby to
get home. She had just gotten a text from the
teenager informing her that he was on his way back.
Finally. It seemed like it had taken twice as long as
it should have.
Her heart rate quickened when she heard the door open
downstairs and heard his muffled footsteps as he
climbed the stairs and approached the bedroom. She
smiled up at him as he opened the door. She was
arrayed on the bed in her new sleepwear, the camisole
barely containing her huge breasts, which threatened
to tear open the tightly stretch knot between them.
Her right leg was bent at the knee, opening her
curvaceous thighs to display her wet pussy in its
soaked g-string. He smiled back as he walked by on
his way to the bathroom.
Not the response I was hoping for, she thought. He
must be in a hurry to get to bed!
He emerged from the bathroom five minutes later and
climbed into his side of the king-sized bed, under
the sheets. He leaned over and kissed Marcia chastely
on the lips.
"You wore me out, honey." He said to her sleepily.
"I'm beat. You look great though. How about a rain
check?"
RAINCHECK?
"W-what?" she stammered, nonplussed.
"Hey, you're the one who gave me that blow-job. And
I'm not as young as I used to be. I need more time to
recover."
"But what about me?" she hated the whiney sound in
her voice, but she couldn't help it.
"Sorry, honey," he said, "but I'll make sure you get
yours next time." I wouldn't touch that skanky cunt
with someone else's dick, he thought to himself as he
rolled over.
Marcia sat up staring at his back, hating him. She
hated Bobby for rejecting her, she hated Tina for the
stupid blow-job idea and she hated herself for
getting all worked up in the first place. She'd be
damned if she would beg that asshole for sex. She'd
be damned if she'd do that after he'd turned his back
on her.
She got up from the bed and grabbed a bathrobe. It
was a short, gauzy thing that Tina had told her to
buy, that did nothing to cover her near nudity. It
didn't even close over her breasts, leaving her
cleavage exposed, and only reached an inch below her
ass. She left the room, keeping quiet in the hall so
as not to wake Emily.
She needn't have worried however. She saw that Emily
was still awake. As she tried to slip past the
child's room unnoticed she heard her cute voice. "Hi
Mom!" she chirped.
Marcia froze, and turned to look at her daughter, who
was still sitting on her bed wearing the skimpy night
clothes from before. This time she sat Indian style,
exposing a fat camel toe between her soft thighs.
Marcia's heart skipped a beat at the erotic sight,
which wouldn't have been erotic at all if she hadn't
recently taken an underage lover and been hornier
than she could ever remember being.
"Come here," her beautiful daughter said excitedly.
"Come see what Tina gave me!"
"Well, honey, I don't know. You really should be
sleeping. It's real late." Marcia hoped that she
could get the child to sleep soon, before she
exploded from unrequited lust. She wanted to get
downstairs where she could at least masturbate
herself to the release she craved so badly. Her pussy
continued to leak juices onto her upper thighs, and
her nipples felt like they would tear right through
the sheer fabric of her camisole. The fact that she
was practically naked made her even more determined
to get away from there. But Emily had other ideas.
The brightly smiling child got up from the bed –
Marcia couldn't help but notice when one of her puffy
labia slipped free from the tight confines of her
panty crotch as she straightened her legs – and
pulled her reluctant mother into the room by her
hand. She put a hand on her mother's bare belly to
make her sit down, and Marcia felt her little hand
accidentally brush her left nipple when she turned
away toward the television. She looked at her
daughter's back and stared with rapt attention at her
tight round ass cheeks hanging from either side of
her underwear, which had bunched into her ass crack.
Emily slipped a disc into her DVD player and climbed
into bed next to her mother. She patted the mattress
next to her, and Marcia lifted her legs onto the bed
reluctantly so she could sit next to her pretty
little girl. She bent her knees and brought them up
toward her, so she could cover up her soaking wet
crotch as much as possible. She could smell her own
sex juices in the air and hoped that Emily didn't ask
what the odor was. It was so strong, the smell seemed
to be coming from the child herself!
Her attention was drawn to the screen when the video
started. She wasn't sure what she as looking at, at
first, but soon realized that it was Tina on their
living room couch. When was this taken? She wondered.
She soon realized the answer when she saw herself
enter the room. Oh my God, that's the day we first
met! That's the first time we...
She lunged for the remote control, but Emily held it
out at arm's length. Marcia reached across the
child's body for it but her hand tangled in the
sheets and she landed atop her daughter, her tits
mashing against the little girl's flat chest.
"Give me that," she gasped, "Where did that come
from? You can't watch this!"
"I already did, Mom!"
Marcia froze, poised over her daughter, who lay flat
on her back. Through her shock, Marcia began to
notice how her huge breasts rubbed against her
daughter's chest, her sensitive nipples dragging
against the soft fabric of her camisole. She could
feel Emily's hard little nipples against her soft
breasts flesh, too. Her daughter was breathing hard
from their brief wrestling match, and the thirty
seven year old mother could feel the little girl's
hot breath on her neck.
Marcia rocked back and sat up on her knees. "What do
you mean you've already seen it?" She was unaware
that her camisole top had slipped during their
struggle, and that her left nipple was exposed, along
with most of her left breast. Emily smiled at her
innocently, trying not to stare at her mother's tits
too blatantly.
"Tina showed me the whole disc. I've seen all the
scenes on it."
ALL the scenes?
"What scenes? What's on this disc? Take it out right
now!" Marcia started to get out of bed to retrieve
the DVD, but Emily put a hand on her thigh to stop
her.
"Wait, Mom!" the little girl said. "Tina said for you
to watch the whole thing with me; then we could
talk."
"Tina said? Who cares what Tina said?"
"I think maybe you should. She has the original files
for all these clips, and she said if you didn't watch
them with me, she'd post them on the internet, where
everyone could see them."
Marcia felt a hard knot in her chest. What was on
this DVD anyway?
"I think you better sit back down, Mom." Her eight
year-old daughter told her, putting pressure on her
thigh to guide her back gently. Having no choice,
Marcia did as she was told. It seemed to her that
decisions were much easier to make when choice was
taken away. Emily snuggled up next to her mother's
left side as she restarted the video, with her head
resting on her mother's bare breast. She moved her
cheek gently back and forth on the hard nipple as she
watched, and her hand stayed on Marcia's bare thigh.
Her first ever lesbian sex scene played out before
the mother and daughter pair, the daughter "oo-ing"
and "ahhh-ing". Marcia felt a thrill of pride when
she saw herself make the teenage girl cum, and heard
Emily gasp.
Then there were more scenes of her sexual encounters
with her young teen lover, either in her bedroom or
the living room. Then the scene at Madame Vickie's,
filmed from behind the mirrors. That surprised her.
As the DVD progressed from scene to scene, Emily's
hand progressed further up her mother's thigh, until
she was less than an inch from her cunt.
The little girl reached up with her other hand and
carefully pulled the knot on the strings tying her
mother's camisole together, releasing both of her
huge tits. Marcia barely noticed. Watching herself in
all these sexual encounters was keeping her
incredibly excited, and she found that she was just
as desperate to masturbate as she had been before she
came into her daughter's room; maybe more. Emily's
hand stroking her thigh so close to her aching pussy
didn't help either. She knew she should remove the
hand, but she was under her daughter's control here.
Besides, it felt amazing!
Then the last scene started, and Marcia sat up
straight, knocking Emily aside with her bare breast.
"No! Not this!"
"But Mom, this is my favorite one!" the little girl
exclaimed.
"NO! You can't see this."
"You know I already have, Mom," Emily said sternly.
She got up on her knees and put a little hand in the
middle of her mother's bare chest, right between her
40DD's. "Now lay back down and sit still. I won't
tell you again."
Marcia stared into the pretty little girl's dark
brown eyes, and melted into them, surrendering
control. She leaned back against the pillows and
looked at her daughter expectantly.
"That's better." Their roles were now completely
reversed. The child was in charge of the adult. Not
totally maybe, but enough for now. Emily was
surprised at how easy it had been, just like Tina had
promised.
As Marcia watched herself being gangbanged by the
large group of black men, Emily leaned forward to
kiss her mother. Not like a child kisses, but like a
lover. She started with long slow kisses with lips
closed, then teased her mom's lips apart with her
little pink tongue, until they were sharing a
passionate French kiss, exchanging each other's
taste.
The little girl crawled between her mother's legs and
supported herself with a small hand on each of her
big breasts, squeezing the soft flesh between her
fingers. She kissed a trail down the side of Marcia's
neck to her breasts, where she suckled on the large
erect nipples while her mother held her head gently
in her hands. Looking up at her mother with a
mischievous grin, she kissed the soft flesh of her
belly, working her way down between her legs.
Untying the side knots, she let the front panel of
her mother's panties fall away, exposing her drooling
pussy to the child's avid gaze. She slipped her
pointy pink tongue up Marcia's hot slit, teasing the
clit out of its hood at the top. Marcia gasped and
raised her hips in the air to try to maintain
contact. Emily decided her poor mother had been
teased and tormented enough, and dove into her snatch
to bring her the relief she deserved.
It didn't take long for the daughter to push the
mother over the edge of orgasm. Marcia let out a long
loud groan as she finally reached her peak. One
wasn't nearly enough of course, so the two females
spent a long time pleasuring each other. Emily took
her time eating her mother's cunt, using her fingers,
tongue, lips and teeth to bring the horny woman off
over and over. They discovered that when Emily lay on
her back or side with her head between her mother's
legs, Marcia could bend at the waist and reach her
daughter's pussy with her eager mouth. The two
giggled and squirmed and teased, just like new
lovers.
Finally sated, the mother/daughter pair drifted off
to sleep, naked in each other's arms; sticky with
each other's juices. Marcia was finally content. She
was wanted, used. Useful.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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