It\'s all in the mind!

 

Part 5.

 

We woke the following morning and we all got ready for the coming day as if we'd had any ordinary weekend. I couldn't help but shake my head I disbelief as I kissed the girls goodbye as they left for school, each dressed in their immaculate school uniforms. I watched the sway of Helen's hips as she went through the front door, followed by the boyish walk of Sandra. I had an image of the two of them in my mind. Helen, as she'd been last night, legs spread, fingers busy in her hot slit, then sucking my cock until I'd shot my load into her welcoming mouth. Then Sandra, on her hands and knees, fucking my thumb as I tormented her clit, driving her hips onto my intruding digit until I'd felt her cherry pop.

 

As the girls left, so Sally and I got ready to leave for work. We always travelled together, had done ever since I'd moved in to her happy home. That morning, she drove. I sat in the front passenger seat; my mind racing with the possibilities which had opened up after the events since Friday.

 

At the first set of traffic lights, we stopped. Sally turned to me and said, “You're quiet this morning, is everything alright, love?”

 

“Sure, fine. I was just thinking, that's all.”

 

“About our ‘new arrangement'? Yes, it does take a bit of thinking about, doesn't it.” She giggled.

 

“You're still ok with this then?”

 

“Oh sure.” She said, cheerfully. “I know a lot of people would think it a bit strange, what with you and Helen in my bed and everything, but I'm happy, Helen's happy, and I'm guessing that you're happy too. You will be able to cope with the demands of both of us, won't you?” She said with mock concern.

 

“Don't worry, you'll both be kept busy, I promise. It's your night tonight, if I remember right. Is there anything you'd like to try?”

 

She blushed brightly and laughed as we drove along. “Well, let's just wait and see, shall we.” She laughed. She seemed genuinely happy.

 

We arrived at the office and went to our respective desks. She seemed to having a good day, smiling and laughing with everyone, making jokes, making coffee. I, on the other hand, was thoroughly distracted all morning. I kept thinking of what I'd done to the three of them so far, and of the possibilities for the future. Sally was such a nice, happy, decent sort of soul that the idea of corrupting her totally was making my pulse race. I kept running through all sorts of scenarios. I knew that nothing was impossible now. Sally was delighted that I was sleeping in her bed with her teenage daughter. There was no limit to what I could have her do. An idea occurred to me. At morning coffee break I phoned Dave, who was just finishing morning surgery.

 

“Hey mate!, you ok?”

 

“Sure, fine.”

 

“Anything nice to examine this morning?”

 

“A pregnant eighteen year old with tits like over-ripe melons. Only five months gone, but fucking enormous, I think she must be having twins, or triplets or something. How about you, how was Helen last night?”

 

“She was fine. I'll tell you about it later, listen, have you still got that collection of videos you used to have?”

 

“You're not talking about the ‘BBC Shakespeare Collection', are you? Yeah, I still got it, but I would have thought you wouldn't need to bother with videos when you could have the real thing, live in your own living room! Why do you need a video, when you could have all three of them doing what you want, right in your face?”

 

“Did you ever hear of a training video?” I said, deadpan. There was a moment of silence on the end of the phone; then I heard him convulsing with laughter. When he'd got his breath back he said simply, “Brilliant! That's bloody brilliant. Which ones you want to borrow?”

 

“I thought I'd browse your catalogue!”

 

“Are you taking requests? I've got a couple of really saucy ones I'd love to have a go at. Why don't you come round and we'll discuss it?”

 

“Will do. What time's good for you?”

 

“I'm free after three-thirty. It's not my turn for evening surgery.”

 

“Fine. I'll meet you at that palace you call home at about half-four. That ok with you?”

 

“Sounds good to me, buddy. See you then.” And he rang off cheerfully.

 

At lunch time I took Sally to a quiet room where I knew we wouldn't be disturbed. We sat and ate our sandwiches, then after a while I turned to her.

 

“What did you feel at the sight of me and Helen in bed together last night?”

 

She gasped, clearly shocked by the question. “Oh, well, I er… I don't know really. I was happy to see Helen looking so contented, I suppose.”

 

“Tell me how you felt.”

 

“I just thought she looked so young next to you, but she was so happy.”

 

“What did you think when you realised what she had been doing?”

 

“I, er, …, well, I, er…”

 

“Tell me.”

 

Her head dropped, she wouldn't look at me. Her face was pink, flushed, but with what? Embarrassment? Shame? Excitement?

 

“I was jealous. ” She glanced up at me briefly, shocked by her own admission.

 

“Tell me.”

 

She looked down at the floor, reluctant to speak but knowing that she had to.

 

“When I came into the room, and I saw the shape of her body under the covers, and I knew that she'd been down on you. Well I just felt jealous. I kept thinking of your lovely cock, and of Helen stroking it, sucking it. I wanted to be doing that. I wanted to be pleasing you. I thought, ‘I could be doing that better than her. I'd please him more than she can.' I wanted to be there, with your lovely cock in my mouth. I imagined sucking you. I imagined how you'd feel, swelling in my mouth. I wanted to do it to you.”

 

She had knotted her hands together as she spoke, now she twisted her fingers nervously. Her voice had become soft and low, and there was a distinct nervous tremor to it. As she spoke her face blushed a deep and shameful red.

 

“But, I thought you didn't like doing that? I mean, after David and all that?”

 

“It's different with you.” She said hurriedly, “I want to do anything that will make you happy.”

 

“Anything at all?”

 

“Oh! Yes, anything. I promise.”

 

“Did you try to imagine what we did last night?”

 

She paused, still staring resolutely at the floor, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she breathed. “I went to the spare room and I lay there, trying not to think about the two of you in bed together.”

 

“But you did think of us?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“What did you think?”

 

“I wondered what you were doing,”

 

“Did you play with yourself?” She gasped again and looked up at me sharply.

 

“Steve! Please, don't ask me things like that.”

 

She looked distressed, a panicked look spread across her face, she lost colour.

 

“You brought yourself off thinking about me and Helen the other night. You told me so yourself. Tell me, did you play with yourself last night?”

 

“Yes.”  Barely a whisper.

 

“Tell me what you thought about.”

 

She groaned, then wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. “I imagined her sucking your cock. I kept seeing it moving in and out of her mouth. Then you were licking her, her, …”

 

“Yes?”

 

“You were licking her pussy, and she was arching her back, the way I do when you do that to me. And then you were having her, driving your lovely cock into her. I wanted it in me. I wanted to feel your cock driving into me.”

 

“Did you touch yourself?”

 

“Mmmm.”

 

“Tell me everything.”

 

“Oh God, it was fantastic! I imagined you were having her right there in front of me. I could see your cock driving deep into her. She loved it, pushing up to meet your thrusts.”

 

“And what about you? What were you doing?”

 

“I had to touch myself. I couldn't help it, it was just too sensuous. I imagined you having her and I had to relieve myself. I began to stroke my clit. I couldn't help it at first. Then I started to like it. I kept pushing my fingers into my pussy, Oh my God! I was so wet. My whole body felt like it was on fire, my nipples were tingling and my pussy was so wet. My clit felt as hard as bullet, and it was so sensitive. Every time I touched it I almost came.”

 

The emotions were getting too much for her, a note of hysteria had entered her voice, she looked ready to cry. She shuddered and a tear escaped from her eye and rolled down her face.

 

“Oh God what kind of a mother am I? How can I feel so excited at the thought of watching Helen and you in bed together?”

 

She began to sob, tears rolling freely down her face. “I never thought I'd ever do anything like this, Steve, honestly. You must think I'm some sort of lunatic.” She had found a tissue in her bag and was busy wiping the tears from her eyes. She turned to look at me, shocked by her outburst, and now frightened in case I did think there was something mad about her.

 

“No one could call you a bad mother, Sal. You're being honest with yourself and with me too. You wanted Helen to be safe with me. Nothing wrong with that. Now you find that you get turned on by the thought of me and her together. Nothing wrong with that either.”

 

“You really think so?”

 

“What harm are we doing? I'm happy, you're happy and Helen's happy. Life's too short to get hung up on small things Sal. We've got to enjoy life while we can, right?”

 

She smiled weakly at me. “God, I wish I could make sense of everything the way you can. You make everything so simple, and I just get things the wrong way round all the time!”

 

I put her under. “Sally, when you wake you'll find that just imagining me and Helen together isn't enough. You'll want to hear all about what we do. You'll want to hear every last little detail. You will find it incredibly erotic listening to me or Helen telling you of our exploits. You'll be worried in case I like being in bed with Helen more than with you. What if she's better, more exciting? If you hear about what we do, you can make sure you're better, please me more. Understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

I woke her. She sat silently for a few moments. I could almost hear her thoughts.

 

“Steve?”

 

“Yes, love?”

 

“Can I ask you something? You might say it's none of my business, but I can't help it, Steve, I need to know.”

 

“OK, love. What is it?”

 

“When you were with Helen, last night.” She hesitated deliciously. “Did you enjoy it?”

 

“Sure.”

 

“Was she as good as, I mean, did you like it as much as.” She was struggling to find the right words. I sat back and smiled at her, feigning ignorance, enjoying her discomfort. Her frustration built to a crescendo, she finally blurted out, “Was she better than me?”

 

As soon as she had asked the question, she looked away from me, hiding her face. Her tits rose and fell rapidly, a clear indicator if her anxiety.

 

“I enjoyed it very much, and I think she did too. But I couldn't say she was better than you. I don't know how to measure performance like that, I'm afraid!”

 

She turned to face me again, still flushed and pink. “What did she…, I mean, what did you…, I mean, I want you to tell me what she did, what you did…” She tailed off, nervously.

 

“You mean, you want me to tell you exactly what we did to each other in bed last night? Is that what you want?”

 

She nodded her head.

 

“Sal, what do you want to know that for?” I grinned at her, “It's not like the two of you are in competition, is it?”

 

“I need to know, Steve. I need you to tell me. Please Steve, please tell me.” Her face was flushed again, her eyes darted around madly, she looked anxious, desperate. She shifted around in her chair.

 

“Are you getting hot at the thought of me and Helen together?”

 

She looked shocked. Her pink colour had disappeared, now she looked pale and nervous. She didn't answer.

 

“You are, aren't you? You're getting hot at the thought of me playing with Helen's body. You want to hear all the sordid details, so that you can have a wank over it? Is that what you want?”

 

“Steve, please. Please don't.”

 

“Admit it, then. Admit to me that you are getting hot thinking about me and Helen together. Admit it, and I might tell you what you want to know.”

 

Her head dropped in shame and defeat. She would admit it, of course. There was no way she could deny it, she was programmed now, needed to know so that she could keep up with her own daughter. She drew in a deep, ragged breath, then sighed heavily.

 

“Yes, you're right.” She said simply.

 

“Tell me more.”

 

“Steve, please, I can't! This is so hard for me, and I feel so ashamed. Please don't make it any worse for me, please Steve, I beg you.”

 

“Tell me more, tell me everything.” I grinned at her.

 

Her body hunched forward, her head hung. She looked thoroughly unhappy, but she had to carry on. “Steve, please don't tease me. Don't laugh at me, please, it's not fair. I can't help it, really I can't.”

 

I laughed again. She looked embarrassed and miserable. I decided to dial it up a bit. “I can't just tell you about this, Sal. I have to consider Helen, and how she would feel about her mother knowing all about her time in bed. I'll have to talk it through with her. Perhaps you could join us, and we'll all talk it through together?”

 

“No! I don't want her to know. Please, Steve, don't tell her about this, please ”

 

“I have to Sal. After tea tonight, the three of us will talk this through. You'll have to tell Helen what you've told me, then we'll see what she thinks.”

 

She opened her mouth as if to argue or plead some more, but I cut her off, “We'd better get back to work now, Sal. Lunch break is over.”

 

She followed me back to the office and we went back to work. She was a lot more subdued that afternoon than she'd been earlier.  After work we drove home. Sally was silent, deep in thought, no doubt dreading the conversation to come. I decided to set things in motion.

 

“When we get home, I have to go out for a bit. I'm meeting with Dave to finalise a few points.”

 

“Oh, I see.”

 

“While I'm out, why don't you talk to Helen? Tell her how much you like the thought of she and I making love?”

 

The car swerved dangerously as she turned her head to look at me, an alarmed look on her face. She quickly focused on the road again, staring fixedly ahead of her.

 

“I, I can't. Oh God! Steve, I can't.”

 

“Sure you can. Just tell her.”

 

“Right! I just tell her straight do I? ‘hello love, how was your day at school? Tell me what you and Steve got up to in bed last night, cos it gets me really hot.' Sounds perfectly reasonable to me. Sure, no problem.”

 

I laughed out loud at the possibility. Sally looked appalled.

 

“OK then, would you like me to have a quick word with her first? Tell her that you want to speak to her, that we've talked it through and that there's nothing wrong with what you're asking?”

 

Relief flooded across her face, “Would you do that? Would you tell her that I need to know these things?”

 

“Yes, OK Sal. I'll speak to her, then I have to go out, right?”

 

She smiled at me gratefully and started to laugh. “Thanks Steve. I'm ever so grateful. Do you think Helen will be ok with this?”

 

“I don't know. Let me speak to her, and we'll find out.”

 

We arrived home about two minutes ahead of the girls. We said our ‘hellos' and then Helen announced she was going to get changed. I looked at Sally, who gave me an imploring look. I nodded to her, then followed Helen upstairs to her room. As I did so I enjoyed the view of her plump little thighs as they disappeared under the crisp, grey skirt of her school uniform. She went into her room, and I followed.  She sat down on her bed, I took a chair nearby. She started to take off her shoes and knee-length school socks. I had a glimpse up her skirt to the white of her knickers as she did so. She took off her socks and stood, barefoot, in the middle of her room.

 

“I want to speak to you about something.” I announced.

 

“Oh?”

 

“Yes. I had a chat with your mum today. She's really pleased for us to be together, she likes the idea in more ways than one.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“She gets turned on at the thought of you and me making love.”

 

She giggled nervously, “What?”

 

I motioned for her to continue undressing. “Yes, it's true love. She gets really excited thinking about us together. She wants to know all about what we do to each other.”

 

Helen dropped her skirt, picked it up and put it over a hanger. She looked delicious, standing there in her clean, white blouse, still wearing her school tie, her plain white cotton knickers moulding themselves around her mound.

 

“You're telling me that my mum gets the hots from thinking about me and you in bed together?” I nodded, she looked appalled! “And you're going to tell her all about us? Everything we do?”

 

“No, I'm not.” She looked relieved, “You are.”

 

Her jaw dropped open in shock, she looked at me, clearly appalled at the prospect, “You want me to tell her what we do together?”, she shrieked. She had taken off her school tie and was opening the buttons on her blouse. Her small, plump tits came into view, encased in her simple white bra. I nodded again.

 

“That's right. Do you have a problem with telling her?”

 

She took off her blouse and threw it onto the bed. She looked at me like I'd lost my mind and yelled, “Yes!! Steve I can't talk to mum about this sort of stuff. It wouldn't feel right. It feels funny just thinking about it.”

 

She reached behind her, unhooked her bra and let it fall into her hands. Her tits jiggled appealingly as she moved around the room.

 

“So you wouldn't feel comfortable with her watching us then?” I was enjoying myself, playing with her simple little mind. I thought she would explode as the idea of her mother watching us fuck sank into her confused brain.

 

“You mean, watching us when we…? Oh God, Steve, I couldn't .” She put her hands to her face in shock and sank down onto the bed.

 

I'd had my fun, now it was time to sort this out. I put her under. I told her that she would be very receptive to any suggestion I put to her, then I woke her.

 

“What do you think of your mum for asking about this?”

 

“I'm really angry at her. If I asked her what she did with you she'd go mad, but she thinks she can ask about what we do, just so that she can get turned on by it. I think she's dirty.”

 

“She can't help it, Helen. She gets very excited when she thinks of us together. Sometimes she has to play with herself she gets that excited. It's not her fault, that's just the way she is.” Helen looked disgusted at the thought of her mother masturbating.

 

“Did she tell you that, I mean about touching herself?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Oh God! How could she tell you something like that? Oh, I couldn't.”

 

“But you did, didn't you? Last night you said you would do anything for me, even play with yourself again.”

 

She blushed a vivid red, “Yes, but that would be for you, because I love you and I want to please you. She does it for herself.”

 

“I think you should be a bit kinder to your mum. After all, she is being really kind to you, isn't she? She lets us sleep together, even giving us her bed. I want you to think about this some more. Just because your mum finds the thought of us making love exciting doesn't mean there's anything wrong with her.”

 

“You mean you wouldn't mind if she knew?”

 

“Not at all. What harm could it do? She's your mum, after all. She only wants to know because she likes the idea of us making love. Now what's wrong with her getting some enjoyment out of it too?”

 

She considered this for a moment, and I beckoned for her to come to me. She walked over to me, still wearing just her simple, white knickers, and as I leant back in my chair she straddled my legs and sat down. I smiled at her, she smiled back.

 

I began to stroke the back of one hand across her tits, teasing the nipples, watching them start to harden. I let my other hand lip between her legs and began stroking the soft skin of her inner thighs. She sighed contentedly. I let my fingers travel higher up her thighs until I felt the warmth of her pussy. I ran my finger along the length of her crotch and was surprised to find it damp.

 

“I think you like the idea of telling her all about us almost as much as she does.” I said through a grin.

 

“Really?” She said anxiously.

 

“Well yes. Look how turned on you are now.”

 

“That's because I'm with you. I'm always turned on when I'm with you, especially when you touch me like that.”

 

My fingers had found the leg of her knickers and had slipped inside. I quickly found her warm, moist gash and wriggled my fingers into her until I found her small, delicate clit. I started to stroke and tease the small bud, feeling it harden beneath my touch. She closed her eyes as the first waves of sensations from her clit washed over her. Her jaw slackened and her mouth opened, forming a perfect ‘O'. I ran the thumb if my other hand over her nipples, watching them crinkle as they hardened.

 

She rested her hands on my shoulders to steady herself, then began to rock her hips gently back and forth, rubbing her sensitive bud against my finger tip. I let my finger travel the length of her pussy and inserted two fingers into her hot, moist cunt. She threw her head back and moaned, her hips sinking down onto my hand, forcing my fingers deeper into her. I found her clit with my thumb and started to press on it.

Her eyes still closed, her brow furrowed and her grip on my shoulders strengthened, she began to gyrate her hips, grinding them down onto my fingers.

 

“Imagine telling your mum about this.” I whispered to her, “Imagine her face as you tell her how I run my hands over your entire body. Imagine telling her how it feels when I slip my hands into your knickers and tickle your pussy like this.”

 

I felt a series of shudders run through her body. “Imagine telling her how you suck my cock, running your tongue along its' length then taking the head into your mouth, sucking and licking it, until you make me come and I shoot into your mouth.”

 

Her face had contorted with concentration, she was biting her lower lip and her hips were thrusting down onto my fingers with short, staccato movements, she whimpered at each downward stroke.

 

“Imagine her standing there, watching as I make love to you. It could be her in the bed with me, taking my cock into her pussy, but instead, it's you. I'm making love to you, and the best she can have is to be allowed to watch. She'd be so excited, she'd have to play with herself. Right there, in front of us both, while I make slow, passionate love to you. Imagine that, Helen.”

 

She froze, completely immobile. I felt her fingers grip my shoulders almost painfully, and then she gasped and I felt her pussy contracting strongly. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps and sobs, her hips twitching under the strength of her climax. Her thighs trembled and seemed about to give way under her, and then she collapsed into my arms.

 

When she looked up at me some moments later her eyes were red and her face tear streaked.

 

“Are you ok?”

 

She let out a half-sob, half-laugh and then began to plant hot, wet kisses all over my face and neck, giggling all the time.  “Steve, I can't believe how you make me feel.” She said, echoing her mother's words. “It's almost like you know what will turn me on before I know it myself. It's amazing!”

 

“You're a very sexy young woman, Helen.”

 

“I'll talk to mum, if that's what you want, Steve.”

 

“I think it would be good for all three of us.” I smiled at her again, she looked back with utter devotion in her eyes and smiled back.  I made my way back downstairs. Sally looked at me anxiously. I smiled at her and nodded, she let out a huge sigh of relief.

 

“What's wrong?” Sandra asked.

 

“Nothing.” I replied.

 

“What have you been talking to Helen about?”

 

“Nothing you need to worry about.”

 

Sandra looked disinterested and went back to her TV programme. Sally motioned for me to follow her into the kitchen, and after a brief pause I did.

 

“Did you ask her?” She hissed as soon as we were out of earshot of Sandra.

 

“I spoke to her, yes.”

 

“What did she say?” She sounded anxious.

 

“I think she'll be ok about it, but you're going to have to speak to each other about it. Why not do it now? I have to go out, and Sandra's watching TV. You could go up and talk to her now, tell her how you feel.”

 

She looked dubious, “What if she says ‘no'?”

 

“Just speak to her, right? I'll see you in an hour or two.”

 

I left the house and drove over to Dave's place, imagining the conversation Sally and Helen were having. Sally trying to sound normal when confessing to Helen that she wanted to finger herself while watching me fuck her daughter; and Helen, no doubt trying to pretend that she didn't like the idea, but would go along with it as a favour to her mother. I almost wanted to be there, but I thought, ‘no. Some things are between a mother and daughter only!'

 

I got over to Dave's a bit later than I'd planned, due to my little scene with Helen. I found Dave surrounded by videos, sitting on the floor in front of the TV, reviewing the tapes one at a time.

 

“Hey! Come and have a look at this one.” He said cheerfully, “Could you get your harem to do this then?”

 

I looked at the screen. A pretty young woman was lying on her back, legs wide apart, a large dildo inserted into her cunt while a muscular black man was licking her clit. Two other women were busy on the man. The first was on her back, between his legs, sucking greedily on his over-size cock, the other was busy licking around his arse, her squirming tongue running over and into his dark hole. He climaxed and shot several streams of sticky semen into her mouth, which she swallowed enthusiastically, the other woman caressed his balls and stuck her tongue into his anus.

 

“I love the idea of that, mate. One sucking my cock, the other rimming my arse. Do you reckon you could get them to do that?”

 

“No problem, after what I've just set up it would be easy.”

 

I told him all about Sally's new-found fantasy, and how Helen was coming ‘round to the idea too.  He shook his head in disbelief. “When am I going to get to meet the other two?”

 

“I can send Sally over any time you like, mate, but I want to work on Sandra for a bit longer yet.”

 

“Lying bastard! You just want to keep her to yourself for a bit longer.”

 

“True! When are you going to introduce me to your target two?”

 

“The mother is your first patient on Thursday.” He said triumphant.

 

“And what am I meant to be treating her for?”

 

“Stress. She keeps complaining that she can't relax, can't sleep properly. She probably drinks too much coffee and doesn't get fucked often enough!”

 

“Something you'd like to put right?”

 

“I don't mind really mate. She's ok, but it's the kid I'm after. She's about thirteen, ripe for it! You can have the mother if you want, I don't care. Just get me that kid!”

 

“Well, I'll see how it goes. Even if they both take the suggestions right away, it will still be a week or two before you can have your fun. You'll just have to be patient, Doctor!”

 

“Oh, very fucking droll, I don't think! Come on, sort out these fucking videos will you.”

 

We looked through a series of videos. Finally, I selected the ones I wanted: Dave's choice of the large black man being serviced by two females while he licked a third; a charming little film of two very pretty young girls enjoying each other; and finally, a video featuring a series of clips of women masturbating, some with fingers, others with toys.

Dave seemed to be in no hurry to enjoy Sally's delights, preferring instead to wait until I could deliver his thirteen year-old, or I let him lose on Sandra. I drove back to Sally's with my plans clear. Each of the girls had a small TV and video in their rooms, so getting them to watch the videos wouldn't be a problem, and Sally could watch in the living room after the girls had gone to bed. Perfect!

 

I arrived back to find Sally alone in the living room, both girls upstairs in their rooms. I sat down next to her and asked, “How did your chat with Helen go?”

 

She smiled at me, a relieved look on her face. “I should have known that you'd make it alright! You always do, somehow. It was really weird talking to my fifteen year-old daughter about something so adult, but she's a wonderful girl, Steve. She seemed to understand right away, and said there'd be no problem.”

 

“So did you discuss our activities last night?”

 

“No, we didn't have a chance.” She laughed, “Sandra came in and wanted to know, of course, what we were talking about. But Helen said we could talk later on.“

 

“So you'll be all turned on come bed time then?” I giggled. Sally blushed and giggled too. I marvelled that she could still be embarrassed after all she'd done.  Sally was completely mine now. Her mind was mine to control, even when she wasn't under hypnosis; she was receptive to my ideas. I decided to have a little fun with her. “Sally, if I asked you to do something really rude, positively dirty, what would you do?”

 

She laughed and said, “I don't know. You know I haven't had much experience with sex in my life. What I thought of as dirty, you'd probably laugh at.”

 

“Would you think it rude to go to work without wearing any knickers?”

 

She blushed and laughed again, “Yes, I suppose I would think that was being rude. Why do you ask?”

 

“Just a bit of fun. Would you think it was really rude to make love in the garden?”

 

She almost choked on her drink, “Oh God! That would be so rude. I'd never do anything like that, oh God, I couldn't. I mean, what if anyone saw us?”

 

“Not even if it was something I really wanted to do?”

 

“You wouldn't ask me to do something like that, though, would you? I mean, you know how shy I am, look at how long it took for me to be comfortable being naked around you. God! I think I'd die of shame if you asked me to do that.”

 

I put her under. “Sally, I want you to start trying to imagine what other people do to each other. What sort of things would be kinky, what would be dirty.”

 

“OK.”

 

“You will enjoy imagining what other people do, and you will start to imagine yourself doing new things. You will like the idea of doing something really, really rude. You will want to be dirty. Understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

I told her she would feel liberated by the fact that she had told both me and Helen about her excitement at the thought of us having sex, and possibly even watching. Now she wanted to do something ‘kinky', something she had never done before.  I told her that she would sort out the shelves in her wardrobe and she would find a video. Believing it to be something her ex-husband had left behind, she would have a quick look at it. She would see the images of women masturbating. She would be fascinated to watch other women playing with themselves, and would find the scenes with the toys particularly interesting. She would find the idea of doing this for an audience very exciting; a real turn on. She would start to fantasise about doing it and would masturbate whenever she slept alone. Finally, she would be able to resist it no longer, she would have to masturbate in front of me. It would become vital that I watched her play with herself and climax. She would be deeply ashamed to do it, but hugely thrilled at the same time. Her orgasm when she masturbated in front of me would be one of her best ever.

 

“Sally, I want you to do one rude thing every day, starting tomorrow. It can be anything you like, but you must feel rude or naughty doing it, understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“You will feel excited doing this, but also ashamed. You won't be able to help yourself. You'll have to do it. You will tell me what you've done every night before we go to bed. You will feel ashamed and humiliated doing this, but you'll also feel very sexy, both doing the rude thing, and telling me about it, understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

I made sure all of this had been absorbed into her confused little mind, then gave her explicit instructions on where to find the video. Then I woke her up.  As usual when I'd given her a fresh idea to play with, she was quiet and thoughtful when she came round. It was always a pleasure to watch her trying to assimilate what I'd programmed into her. She was so well programmed now it was unclear where her personality ended and my programming began.  I told her I was going to say hello to the girls and left her to her thoughts. I went upstairs and planted the video where she would find it. Then I went to Helen's room. She was sitting at her desk, busy with her homework; her crisp school uniform now replaced with a simple T-shirt and jeans. She turned to face me as I entered the room, smiling appealingly.

 

“I hear your chat with your mum went well?”

 

“Well, I said I'd tell her about what we do, but I still don't really like it Steve. It feels kind of weird to be telling my mum about this stuff. I keep expecting her to get really mad about it.”

 

“She won't get mad, I promise.”

 

I put her under. She had started to accept the idea of telling Sally all the tiny details of our sex life. This was the biggest thing for her to accept. Anything else was just building on that acceptance.

 

“You'll start to enjoy telling your mum about us.” I told her. “You'll feel really adult when you do it, and you'll feel like you have a power over your mum. You do have a power over her Helen, you can give her pleasure, or you can withhold it. That makes you powerful. Understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“You'll start to find it amusing that your mum gets excited at your description of what we do. You'll laugh at her, behind her back. Understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I want you to have a secret. Would you like that?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I'm going to leave you a video, which I want you to watch. You'll find the video really, really sexy. You'll want to watch it over and over again, and you'll play with yourself while you watch it. But you will keep it secret from everyone, except me. Understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“You'll start to wonder how it would feel to do the things you see on the video. OK?”

 

“Yes.”

 

I brought her ‘round, then before she could react I gave her the video of the lesbian sex. I made my excuses and left. One more to go.  Sandra was lying on her bed wearing pale blue knickers and a white T-shirt. She was reading “The fantastic Mr. Fox”, and looked delicious. Her knickers had ridden into her crotch and the lips of her tight pussy were clearly outlined by the taut cotton of her knickers. She put her book down as I entered and grinned at me in her childish way.

 

“Hi.” I said, “How are you?”

 

“I'm ok. Where did you go out to?”

 

“I went to see my doctor mate, you remember, I told you about him?”

 

“Yeah, I remember. Why did you need to see him?”

 

“Well, he's my mate, but I also needed to do some business stuff as well. You done all your homework?”

 

“Yes, honest.” She giggled.

 

I lay down next to her on the bed.

 

“Steve?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“You know you have a special relationship with Helen?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Is it like the relationship you have with mum?”

 

“A bit, yes.”

 

“When can I have one like that?

 

“What?”

 

“When can I have a special relationship with you? Cos' I love you just as much as mum and Helen, but I have to keep what we do secret, but they don't. They talk about it all the time, and it's not fair. They think I don't know what's going on, and that I can't guess what you and Helen do in bed, but I do know. I know you all think I'm a child, but I'm not. I can be just as grown-up as Helen, I know I can. I know you make love to mum and Helen, and it must be nice because I've heard them both moaning and groaning when you've been in bed with them. Mum even moans a lot when you're not there – like when you stayed at your friend's house, she was making a load of noise for ages that night, I could hear her from here. Can't you make love to me, Steve? I want to know what it feels like. Please Steve?”

 

I was amazed. I'd always known that Sandra was naturally more forward than either her mother or her sister, but I'd never imagined her begging me to fuck her! True she had been programmed to a degree, but nothing like the amount Sally had needed, or even Helen. It seemed that a combination of curiosity, jealousy of her mother and sister and a wish to be as grown-up as possible was making her anxious to get into bed with me. I thought about it carefully.

 

“The thing is, Sandra, you are still quite young, aren't you? I don't want to go too far, too soon.”

 

She looked at me sullenly. “So you're saying I have to wait until I'm as old as Helen, then?”

 

“Well, maybe not. We might not go all the way for some time, but there are other things we can do, really nice things.”

 

“Like what?” She looked interested.

 

“I've got a video of some people doing all sorts of things to each other. I could let you see it if you want, but it would have to be our secret.”

 

“Oh! I promise, Steve, I wouldn't tell anyone .”

 

“OK. I'll leave you the video. You have a look at it and let me know what you think, ok?”

Her smile beamed at me, “Thanks Steve!”

 

I put her under and told her that she would love watching the video. She would play with herself every time she watched it, and she would want to try the things she saw on the video. I assured her that when she did try oral sex, both giving and receiving, she would love it.  I had never been so grateful to the instructors on my hypnotism training!

I woke her, then gave her the video saying, “Remember, this is absolutely secret. No one else can know.”

 

She looked at me solemnly, “I promise, Steve. Thank you ever so much.”

 

As I left Sandra's bedroom I heard Sally moving around in her room. I went to investigate. She was inside one of the walk-in wardrobes, apparently sorting through some things.

 

“Hey, Sal. What you up to?”

 

There was a squeal of alarm from behind the door and she quickly appeared, a nervous smile on her face.

 

“Hi, love! Just having a bit of a sort through, making a bit of space. Did you speak to the girls?”

 

“Yeah, they're both ok. Helen's doing homework, Sandra's reading, and she still wants to know why she can't have a ‘special relationship' with me like you and Helen!” I laughed at this, and Sally laughed too, but with much less amusement.

 

“You know…” She said.

 

“Yes?”

 

She obviously decided to save her thoughts for another time, “No, nothing. Nothing at all.”

 

“So, found anything interesting during your sort out?”

 

She laughed nervously, “Like what? I mean, what could I find sorting out a wardrobe shelf?” She looked uneasy.

 

“Oh, I don't know, a lost Renoir, a Stradivarius, anything really!”

 

She heaved a sigh of relief and laughed, “Oh those! I was going to give those to the charity shops!”

 

“Well, ok. I'll leave you to it then love!”

 

“Fine!” She said brightly. “I'll probably move a few things into the spare room in a minute and have a bit of a sort out there too.”

 

“You want me to give you a hand?”

 

“No!” She said, urgently, then trying to recover the situation she said, trying to sound calm, “No, I'm fine, thanks though love. You go and put your feet up. Isn't there a match on telly this evening?”

 

“Really? I must have missed that. Well if you're sure.” I grinned at her. She grinned back.

 

I left her to her sorting, assured that she had found the video I'd planted and that she'd soon be engrossed in it's contents. There was another video and TV set up like the girls had in the spare room, so I knew at once why she was laying claim to that room for the evening.  I made my way down the stairs, but halted half way. After a minute or so I heard Sally come out of her room and make for the spare. I heard the door to the spare room close, and the lock turn quietly. I slipped back up the stairs and listened at each of the doors. At Helen's door I could just make out the sounds of the lesbian sex video. At Sandra's there was complete silence. She was obviously taking the secrecy thing to such a degree that she was either watching with the sound down, or she was using headphones! At the door of the spare room I could clearly hear the moans and sighs of the women on the video as they fingered themselves to orgasm after orgasm.

I made my way down stairs, found the football match on the telly and poured myself a beer. I thought of the three of them upstairs, all busily watching porn videos and fingering their hot cunts, and smiled. I was pleased with my work, and as I sipped my beer and congratulated myself I couldn't help but think that the best was still yet to come.

 

I watched the football, then after about an hour I made my way back upstairs. The spare room was in darkness as was Sally's room. The door to Sandra's room was slightly ajar. I opened it further and put my head round it to see what she was doing. I could see her lying on her bed, her hand busy inside her knickers as she watched the black man ejaculate and the two women licking and sucking. As he shot his load into the waiting mouth her fingers increased in speed and a look of deep concentration spread across her face. I managed to get out without disturbing her and made my way across the landing to Helen's room.  I could hear voices from within the room. I stopped to listen. Helen was doing the talking, with Sally only occasionally speaking. I couldn't hear what was being said, but Helen sounded nervous. I guessed she must be telling her mother about our time last night. I decided to join in the fun.

 

I pushed open the door without knocking and walked into Helen's room. Helen was sitting at her desk, Sally cross-legged on the floor. I sauntered across the room and lay down on the bed.

 

“Don't let me interrupt.” I said breezily.

 

They both looked at one another, uneasy at my presence, but somehow unable to ask me to leave!

 

“Carry on love. You were telling your mum about what we did last night, yes?”

 

Sally looked away sharply, Helen nodded, “Mmmm.”

 

“Carry on.”

 

Helen blushed almost scarlet, Sally hung her head in shame.

 

“Where had I got to?” She stammered.

 

Sally's voice seemed to be very small as she answered, “You had started to tell Steve about your daydream about the doctor.”

 

“I started to tell Steve about what I'd thought of.” She looked anxiously at me, I smiled and nodded enthusiastically. “I'd imagined that the doctor had made me touch myself, and then Steve asked if I was touching myself right then. I had to admit it, I was.”

She hesitated again, I gave her more encouragement.

 

“Then he, he….. he pulled the covers off me and made me touch myself while I told him the rest of my daydream.”

 

Sally let out a brief moan. Helen looked at her mother with the first flickering of amusement on her face.

 

“I had to keep on touching myself and telling about my daydream. And Steve kept on watching me. When I got to the bit where the doctor put a finger up my bottom, Steve made me push one of my own fingers up there. It hurt, but it felt really sexy too. I kept on touching myself and playing with my button until I came. Oh! It was such a good one too!”

 

Sally was still on the floor, head bowed, gently rocking. Small shivers were shaking her body.

 

“Shall I tell you what happened next, mum?” Helen said, a slight teasing note in her voice.

 

“Mmmmm, yes please.” Sally said, longingly.

 

“I asked Steve why he'd made me do that, and he told me that he liked to watch that, and that I was the only one who did it for him.” The note of triumph was unmistakable. Sally looked up sharply, first at Helen, then at me. The scene she had just heard about collided with the images from the video I'd let her have like two express trains. She looked stunned.

 

“I offered to do it for him again, but he said it could wait for another time. But he let me suck him again though, and this time he came in my mouth and I swallowed it all. I love it when he comes in my mouth, I love the taste, don't you?”

 

Sally was unable to answer. She kept opening her mouth as if to speak, then closing it again without saying a word. I looked at my watch, ten o'clock.

 

“Sally, why don't we go to bed now, you and me?”

 

“Mmmm? Oh, yes, sure. Good idea.”

 

She stood, very shakily and walked stiff legged to the bedroom door. She turned to see if I was following.

 

“You go ahead, love. I just want a quick word with Helen and I'll be right there.”

 

Sally left the room. I turned to Helen. “So how did you like telling all to mum?”

 

“I'm not sure. I felt really strange at first, but then I started to like it.”

 

“Stand up, I want to check something.”

 

“What?” she said, standing.

 

Without a word I knelt in front of her, grabbed the waist band of her jeans and yanked them down. Her knickers started to follow, and I quickly grabbed these and pulled them down too.

 

“Steve!, please. What are you doing?” She was both shocked and giggling.

 

“Just this.” I said and ran my finger tip along her pussy. It came away wet.

 

“Look at this.” I said. “You're all wet. You loved it, tell the truth. Your body doesn't lie. You enjoyed yourself, didn't you?”

 

“Well it was partly that I was re-living last night when I was telling it, but yes, part of me did enjoy it.”

 

“There you go. I told you it would be good for all three of us, didn't I?”

 

She smiled at me and I stood up. I kissed her goodnight, noticing that she made no effort to pull her jeans and knickers up. I gave her plump little arse a quick squeeze and left the room.  By the time I entered Sally's room she had stripped down to her knickers and was looking at me with more lust than I'd ever seen in her eyes before. Her splendid, firm tits rose and fell rapidly, and her nipples stood out proudly. As I stood and looked at her she walked seductively towards me. She put her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and pushed them down, over her hips. She let them fall casually to the floor, then stepped out of them and left them where they fell. She walked the final few steps to me completely naked, and making no effort to conceal any part of her body.

 

“Jesus! You look fantastic!”

 

“Steve, come to bed now, I mean right now. Oh God Steve, I want you so badly. Come on, get your things off, quickly.”

 

She started to tug at my trousers urgently. I opened them up and she quickly pulled them down to my knees, together with my underwear. She immediately reached for my cock and began to wank it enthusiastically. I felt myself start to stiffen. Sally purred with contentment. I took off my shirt, kicked off my trousers and walked towards the bed. She followed me at once, never letting go of my now throbbing cock.

 

We lay down on the bed and she was all over me at once! She planted a series of kisses over my face and neck before licking my ears. She was whimpering all the time, desperate to have me. She draped one shapely leg over mine and moved her hips closer. She began to rub her mound against my thigh. I could feel the dampness on my leg. She was losing herself in her lust, enjoying every sensation.

 

I ran my finger tips over her hard nipples, she shuddered and groaned. She started to kiss down my neck, onto my chest and then lower still. She found her way to my groin and began to kiss and lick my scrotum whilst still wanking my cock. Then she put her warm mouth over my cock and began to suck as if her life depended in it! She wanked my cock, bobbing her head up and down in time to her strokes and swirling her tongue energetically over my glans. She was gasping and panting for breath.

 

I pulled her up to me, kissed her then started my own exploration of her body. I kissed and licked between her tits, stroking her nipples with my fingers as I did so. She ran her fingers through my hair, gasping and whispering my name over and over. I carried on teasing her tits as my kisses went lower.

 

When I started to plant kisses in her pubes she gripped my hair tightly for a moment. She was so close to a memorable orgasm, but was holding it off as long as she could, prolonging the pleasure.  My tongue snaked down through her pubes and reached the top of her slit. As I started to gently lick at her pussy lips her body went rigid, her back arched. She was completely immobile for several seconds, not even breathing. Then as my tongue slipped between her swollen, sopping lips and found her stiff little clit she gave herself over to her climax.

 

She sobbed and cried, tears streaming from her eyes, a series of tremors tore through her body, shaking her from head to toe. I could feel her the muscles of her pussy spasm as the climax reached its' peak, and then she rolled away from me, onto her side and curled into a ball. I shaped my body round her and smiled to myself as I heard her sobs continue.

 

Five minutes or so later and she was still sobbing and sniffing. I rolled away from here for a second and she immediately turned to me. “Where are you going?”

 

“I'm not going anywhere.”

 

“I thought you were going to leave me. Going to Helen or something.”

 

“No! I'm here all night, honest.”

 

“That was the biggest… most powerful… best… Oh! I don't know how to describe it. I've never felt anything like that before. How do you do that?”

 

“I think you did most of that yourself. Now you've owned up to wanting to hear what Helen and I do, you can see what it does to you. The more you hear about what we do together, the more orgasms like that one you'll have. Good, isn't it?”

 

“Good? It's bloody amazing! I never thought I had the capacity to feel stuff that powerful. Christ! It was like being wired into the national grid!”

 

“You just needed time to explore your own sexuality, Sal. I've said before, you're a very sexy lady, now you can see what I mean.”

 

“Do you think I should go further then?”

 

“I think you should go as far as you like. Just so long as you take me with you.” I laughed.

 

“I never want to be with anyone else. Only you. I'd do anything for you, Steve.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes, of course, you know I would.”

 

“Well, how about a bit more of what you did earlier?”

 

She went down on me at once, sucking and wanking my cock with huge enthusiasm. After a few minutes of pure ecstasy, I smiled at her and said, “Why don't you go on top tonight Sal? Show me how much you're enjoying yourself.”

 

She smiled a small, shy smile, then straddled me. She positioned my cock at the entrance to her cunt, then sank down onto it. She let out the most enormous sigh as she did so, then started to rock her hips. I looked up to see her firm tits bobbing away as she fucked me. I reached up and began to pinch and twist her hard nipples. She gasped and moaned. I slipped one hand under her cunt and found her clit, teasing it with my finger. She began to writhe around, grinding her hips down, forcing my cock deeper into her. She was fucking me with increasing speed, her eyes closed in concentration. I took hold of her hips and began to pull and push them roughly.

 

“You like to hear about me shagging Helen then?”

 

Her eyes flew open in shock, and I felt another shudder run through her body. She fell forward, her hands resting on my shoulders for support, and wriggled her hips.

 

“Well, do you?”

 

“Oh God yes!”

 

“Which bit did you like best?”

 

“Did you really make her play with herself while she told you about her fantasy?”

 

“I did. I made her spread her pretty legs and open her tight little cunt up so I could see everything. Then I made her play with her clit and stick a finger up her own arse until she came. She looked so cute frigging away.”

 

She looked shocked, both by my language, and by the images I was conjuring in her head. “Oh God Steve!”

 

“I bet you'd like to watch that, wouldn't you? Watch while she played with herself for me, having to do it until she came, and then sucking my cock until I shot my load into her mouth. Or maybe you'd like me to watch you as you play with yourself? Would you like that Sal? Spread you legs wide so I can see everything you've got, and you can frig yourself until you come. Would you like to do that Sal?”

 

“Oh! Oh God! Steve, I'm coming again, oh Steve!” She collapsed on top of me again as my taunting drove her over the edge. As she shook with the waves of her orgasm I rolled her onto her back and drove my cock deep into her hot cunt. I pushed her legs wide apart and looked down to enjoy the view as my cock pumped into her. After a few moments I came, ramming my cock into her and shooting my load into her velvety cunt. As my first spurts hit her she threw her hands around my neck and hung on as if terrified to let go.

 

I collapsed on top of her, panting for breath. I rolled off her and lay on my back, contented and ready to drift off to sleep. Sally turned and wrapped her body around mine and sighed contentedly.

 

“God! You are good!”

 

“You're not bad yourself. I remember when you were in tears because you couldn't bring yourself to go down on me, now you're so good at it I could believe you enjoy it.”

 

“I do enjoy it. I enjoy anything that makes you happy. Plus, I suppose I do like the taste of you and the feel of you all hot and throbbing in my mouth.”

 

“And you like it when I go down on you, right?”

 

“David would never do that for me, never. He thought it was beneath him, he was too good for that. Before him there were a couple of boyfriends who did it for like twenty seconds before they dived on top of me! And then you came along and took me to heaven and back!” She giggled sleepily.

 

“So now you've heard what I do with Helen, how do you feel. Jealous?”

 

“No, not jealous. I envy her any time she has with you, and I'd love to have you making love to me all the time, but she's so happy I wouldn't want to deny her. When she was sitting there calmly telling me how she sucked your cock and how you played with her tits and pussy, it was like electricity building up inside me. It just kept getting more and more intense. Shall I tell you what I wanted to do?”

 

“Go on.”

 

“I wanted to touch myself there and then, right in front of her, while she told me all about making love with you.”

 

“Why didn't you?”

 

“Christ Steve, I couldn't do that! Diddle myself in front of my own daughter? No way, I think I'd die of shame.”

 

“But she knows you find it exciting, and she knows you play with yourself.”

 

“How does she know that?”

 

“I told her.”

 

“Oh no! Oh please tell me you didn't. You told Helen I wanted to hear about the two of you because I got turned on and would diddle myself?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Oh God. I can't believe it. What did she say?”

 

“She thought you were really dirty.”

 

“Dirty?”

 

“Sure, that was the word she used, dirty. She's ok with it now though.”

 

“How do you know?”

 

“After you'd left tonight I pulled her jeans and knickers down and ran my finger along her slit – she was soaking! She loves it as much as you do. She's probably having a wank right now, just thinking about telling you all about us.”

 

“You just pulled her jeans down and had a feel?” She shuddered again. “Oh my God! That's so sexy. I haven't seen Helen naked for years now. I can't imagine what her body looks like.”

 

“Do you want me to call her in here and strip her for you?”

 

“No! Steve, don't. You couldn't do that, not in front of me. She'd never forgive or forget.”

 

“If I told her I wanted to do it, she'd be fine.”

 

“No, Steve. Don't.”

 

“OK. You'll just have to wait until you're invited to watch us fuck. You'd like that, wouldn't you?”

 

“Steve! Why are you being like this?”

 

“Like what?”

 

“So crude, so explicit, so….”

 

“Honest? Open? Truthful? I think it's about time we owned up to a few things, don't you?”

 

“Such as?”

 

“Such as the fact that you would really like to watch while I strip and fuck Helen, wouldn't you?”

 

“I, er…”

 

“Come on, be honest. The idea of watching me while I take all her clothes off and play with her body really gets you hot, doesn't it?”

 

“Yes.” Her voice was small, almost a whisper.

 

“Would you like me to suggest it to Helen that some time soon you can watch us when we're in bed together?”

 

“Mmmm.”

 

“You could sit just there and watch. Would you be turned on by that?”

 

“Yes!” She whispered.

 

“And what about Sandra?”

 

“What about her?”

 

“She wants to have a relationship with me. What do you think about that?”

 

“I, er, well, I suppose…”

 

“You want me to leave her alone completely?”

 

“I keep thinking how good you are for Helen, how safe she is with you. I don't want to deny Sandra that safety, that fun.”

 

“But you have doubts?”

 

“She's so young Steve. I don't want her to be harmed, physically or mentally.”

 

“That's more or less what I said to her. I told her that while I didn't think of her as a child, she was still very young.”

 

“You did? What did she say to that?”

 

“She said ‘I suppose I have to wait until I'm as old as Helen', or something like that!”

 

“That's just typical of her, isn't it. What can we do, Steve?”

 

“Do you want her to be with me?”

 

She hesitated for a moment, “Yes. Yes I do Steve. I think you'd be as good for Sandra as you've been for me and Helen. It all just seems so natural to me. Does that seem weird?”

 

“Not to me, no.”

 

“You will be gentle with her, won't you Steve?” She said anxiously.

 

“I promise, but we'd better warn Helen that Sandra's part of the deal now.”

 

“I'll talk to them both tomorrow. Could you bear it to go off to the pub for the evening whilst I chat to them? I think we need to get some ground rules sorted out here.”

 

“I agree about the ground rules. I think that should include us too, don't you?”

 

“How do you mean?”

 

“Well let's be honest here, you get turned on by the idea of me enjoying both Helen and Sandra, don't you?”

 

“I, er, I don't know what you mean.”

 

“You get off on the idea of me and Helen screwing, but you like the idea of me playing with Sandra's body too, don't you?”

 

“I, er…”

 

“Come on, be honest. If we're going to get the girls to agree to rules, we have to be honest with each other. You do like it, don't you?”

 

“Yes.” She whispered.

 

“I like the idea too. In fact I've already started to develop my relationship with her.”

 

She sat up in bed, transfixed, “Really? What have you done?”

 

“Are you sure you want me to tell you, I mean you're ok with this?”

 

“I'm fine.” She said urgently, “What have you done?”

 

“Well, I've had my hands in her knickers, gave her a bit of a feel up.”

 

She gasped, not in shock, but in pleasure. I could feel her breathing quicken in the darkness.

 

“You actually felt her…, her…”

 

“Pussy, yes. Very nice too. She loved it by the way. This explains why she's so keen to have a ‘proper relationship' like you and me or me and Helen.”

 

“Steve, you haven't…?”

 

“Had her? No, not yet. Would you like me to?”

 

Another gasp. “God! I don't know, she is still so young, only thirteen. Could it damage her, do you think?”

 

“Not if I do it right, prepare her. I could get Dave to look at her if you like, he's a doctor after all.” (I could just imagine Dave's face if I brought Sandra into the surgery!)

 

“No, don't do that. If you think she'll be ok then go ahead. I know you'll be gentle, you were with Helen.”

 

“And do you want me to tell you all the details of my affair with Sandra? Tell you all the dirty details? Would that get you hot too?”

 

“Steve, don't, please.”

 

“Tell me. I want to know. Would it get you hot to know I was enjoying Sandra and Helen?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“And you'd get even hotter if I told you all the details?”

 

“Mmmm.”

 

“Shall I start tomorrow?”

 

“Whenever you like.”

 

“Would you like me to start preparing Sandra from tomorrow?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I'm going to enjoy this. Sandra's got a great little body, and she's really keen to try new things out. I bet she'll love it when I start to teach her new things. Would you like it if she came and told you what I do to her, or do you want me to tell you?”

 

Sally shuddered in bed next to me, a small moan escaped from her and she said, “I really don't know. I just know that the thought of you undressing her is almost too sexy to bear.”

 

“Imagine how you'll feel when I have them both in bed with me at the same time. Would you like to watch that too?”

 

I heard her gasp and then she squirmed on top of me, pressing her firm tits into my chest, kissing and licking my face and neck, rubbing her pubic mound into my groin. I felt my cock start to stiffen again.

 

“Do it again Steve, please. Make love to me again. Oh! I need it again, Steve. You make me feel so sexy, and I'm so turned on by you. I've never felt this way before in my life.”

 

She quickly made her way down to my groin and began to kiss and lick my balls while she wanked my cock. Then she was sucking my glans deep into her mouth and caressing my scrotum lovingly. As soon as my cock was fully erect she rolled onto her back, spreading her legs and pulling me on top of her.  She took hold of my cock and guided it to the entrance to her pussy. I started to push into her and she moaned loudly before grabbing my arse and pulling me into her. My cock was thrust deep into her hot cunt, she gasped and moaned beneath me, pushing her hips up to meet mine.

 

“Imagine Helen and Sandra in bed with me. One can suck my cock; the other can lick my balls. Then they can both spread their legs wide while I lick their pretty pussies. I could play with both their clits at the same time, wouldn't that be good?”

 

She was writhing around underneath me like a mad thing. Her fingernails clawed my back, her legs wrapped around my waist as I pushed my cock as deep into her as it would go. She cried out loudly as I made her imagine me abusing her daughters. And then she went completely rigid and her body began to shake as her orgasm hit. I felt her pussy contract as she started to come and then I began my own climax, shooting another load into her welcoming pussy.

 

I couldn't wait to finish work next day so I could get home to Sally and the girls. Now that all three of them were undergoing further training courtesy of the videos I was keen to experiment. I hardly saw Sally all day, except for a brief few minutes at lunch. As we sat together I said, “You still ok with the idea of Sandra and me?”

 

“Yes, honestly, I'm fine. I think it will be good for her to have such a good teacher, I mean, look how happy Helen is. I couldn't deny her that.”

 

“But the thought of me undressing her still turns you on?”

 

She blushed, “Steve! Not here, please, someone might overhear.”

 

“Then whisper it then.” I laughed.

 

She looked around her nervously, checking that no one could overhear, “Yes it still turns me on, ok? Can we talk about something else now please?”

 

“I'm sleeping with Helen tonight. Will you play with yourself while you imagine us screwing?”

 

She gasped, “Steve don't, please.”

 

“I want to know. Tell me if you'll have a wank tonight when you think of me in bed with Helen?”

 

She looked slightly angry, “Yes!”, she hissed, “I probably will, you know I will. Why do you insist on making me say it out loud like this?”

 

“I like to hear you say how much you like the idea of me and Helen screwing. You like the idea of me playing with Sandra's body too, don't you? Last night, when I said I would have them both at the same time, letting them lick and suck at my cock and balls you almost came on the spot, didn't you?”

 

She had blushed a deeper shade of red and was staring at the carpet again.

 

“You're getting randy just thinking about it, aren't you?”

 

“No. Please stop this Steve, I don't like this. It's different at home, in our bedroom, but this feels too open, there's too many people around.”

 

“No one can hear us. There's no one here. Tell me, are you feeling randy right now?”

 

“Yes.” She said very quietly, then looked around anxiously again.

 

“You could slip off to the toilet and have a quick wank now, couldn't you? No one would know.”

 

“Steve I couldn't. What if someone found out?”

 

“Who's going to find out? You could go into the cubicle and have a quick fiddle and no one would ever know. Or would that be too rude for you?” I sneered.

 

She gasped again. My mention of the word ‘rude' had struck a cord with her. She was programmed to do at least one ‘rude' thing every day. Now she looked around again, nervously as if checking one final time that no one had heard. Her breathing had increased and I could make out the shape of her nipples beneath her black sweater as they stiffened.

 

“Do you think it would be alright?”

 

“Sure, why not?”

 

She giggled like a little girl, then stood and said, “OK, well here goes. I'll see you later then.” She gave me a brief kiss then I watched her as she made her way over to the ladies toilet. She had another nervous look around, then quickly entered.  Five minutes later she came out, her face slightly flushed and a small smile on her face. She started to make her way over to where I was still seated but after only a few steps she was called by one of the officer managers, who handed her a large file of papers and began to talk animatedly to her. I went back to my own desk.  The next time I saw her was at the end of the day when she met me as I made my way to the car park. As we sat together in a line of traffic I said to her, “Did you bring yourself off at lunch time?”

 

She coughed nervously, “Yes I did.”

 

“Was it a good one?”

 

“Not as good as when you do it.”

 

“What did you imagine?”

 

“Please Steve, not now.”

 

“Why not, is it too embarrassing for you?”

 

“Yes, of course it's embarrassing! It's bad enough that you know that I do that at all. Now you've started to suggest when I might do it. I would never have thought of doing it at work, never. You can't expect me to just tell you all about it, like it's nothing important.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Because I feel ashamed, that's why!”

 

“Nothing to be ashamed of. I have a wank now and again.”

 

She turned to look at me, “OK, so tell me what you think about when you do it.” She said defiantly.

 

“I think about all sorts of things. Last time I imagined you stripping off, lying on the floor in front of me and fingering yourself until you came.”

 

She gasped, “You imagined me doing that?”

 

“Yep.”

 

“And that was enough to bring you off?”

 

“Absolutely.”

 

“My God! And would you like me… I mean, would you want me to… is it just in your head or would you...”

 

“Like you to do it for real? You bet I would Sal.”

 

“Christ.”

 

“So come on then, what did you think about when you were having a wank at lunch time?”

 

“You and Helen.” She said flatly. “I imagined you undressing her, taking each item off slowly and deliberately. Finally she only had her knickers on and you knelt in front of her and slowly pulled them down. Then you put your head between her legs and started to lick her pussy. She was moaning and crying out. Then you stood up, dropped your trousers and lay on the bed. She started to suck your cock until you were big and hard, then she lay down next to you on the bed and spread her legs wide. I could see her pussy lips and they were wet where you had been licking. Then you were between her legs and the tip of your cock was just pushing her lips apart.”

 

“What then?”

 

“I came. I had to push my free hand into my mouth to stop me from crying out. There was someone in the next cubicle, and I thought they must be able to tell what I was doing, so I had to sit there until she had finished and left the toilets. I just hope she didn't know it was me.”

 

“But you enjoyed the risk, the rudeness of doing it there, didn't you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Would you do it again?”

 

“I might do. If I felt that randy again, I might just slip off to the loo and have a quick play, I suppose!” She giggled again at her own rudeness.

 

“I like you when you're like this.”

 

“Like what?”

 

“A bit adventurous. I think you should go for it a bit more.”

 

She smiled at me, almost as if she knew a secret I didn't! “Well you never know, maybe I will.”

 

We arrived home a short time before the girls. I followed Sally into the bedroom where she had gone to change. She was already down to her knickers and bra by the time I got in there. I watched as she dropped the bra and picked up her T-shirt.

 

“No, wait.” I said, before she put it on.

 

“What? What's wrong?”

 

“I just wanted to have a look at you, that's all.”

 

She blushed slightly, then spread her arms wide and shook her shoulders, shaking her tits for me. “Well, what do you think?” She giggled.

 

“Very nice, very nice indeed. Do I get to see the rest?”

 

“Steve! Really, do I look like the sort of girl who would just drop her pants like that?”

 

“Yes, you do actually! Get them off.” I grinned at her.

 

She dropped her knickers to her ankles, picked them up then waved them over her head like a banner, while standing with her legs shoulder width apart. I could see her neat dark bush, and I stopped to admire her fine body.

 

“Oh, yes, ten out of ten.” I laughed.

 

“Satisfied now?”

 

“That pretty little arse of yours off limits then?”

 

She looked shy again, blushing. But she still turned around and bent slightly at the waist, pushing her shapely arse out for my inspection. I smiled at her as she looked over her shoulder at me.

 

“Can I get dressed now?” She smiled.

 

“Is your pussy still wet from dinner time?”

 

“My God, you never stop, do you? I don't know, I haven't checked to find out, and I'll be doing that on my own thank you very much! Now leave me alone you sex maniac!”

 

I laughed at her, finished changing then went downstairs to welcome the girls. Sandra went straight up stairs to change as usual, Helen came to me, also as usual. I immediately lifted her school skirt and started to stroke and fondle her arse. I loved doing this, especially when she was still in her uniform. She kissed me passionately, and I slipped my hand into her knickers and began to squeeze the plump cheeks of her arse. Her hand had dropped to my crotch and she began rubbing the heel of her hand along the length of my stiffening cock.

 

“You're mine tonight.” She said dreamily.

 

“I know. And I'm going to strip you stark naked then lick your pretty pussy until you come. How does that sound?”

 

She shuddered and let out a small gasp, “Oh God, Steve! I love it when you talk like that, oh I feel so sexy.”

 

I thrust my hand down the front of her knickers, quickly finding her hot little slit. I prised the lips apart and delved between them until I found her button-like clit. I started to tease and rub it, feeling it stiffen, hearing her breaths shorten as the sensations spread across her body.

 

“You like it when I play with your clit, don't you?”

 

“Oh God, Yes!”

 

“Once you've come tonight, you know what I'm going to do?”

 

“Tell me.” She breathed.

 

“I'm going to lay back and watch you while you suck my big, juicy cock. I'm going to watch you wank it while you lick my balls. Then I'm going to shoot my load into your mouth and you're going to swallow every last drop, right?”

 

Her knees buckled as she absorbed the scene into her brain. I could feel her pussy getting wet rapidly. “That'll be something to tell your mum, won't it?” I grinned.

 

She looked up at me, returning the grin, “Yes, it will.” She smiled to herself.

 

I let her go and she disappeared up to her room. I didn't see either of the girls again until we all came together for evening meal, which we ate with the usual chatter and giggling.

After tea I went in search of Sandra. I found her in her room watching the video I'd given her. Her hand was busy in her young crotch again, and I smiled to myself as I took in the scene.

 

“Enjoying yourself?”

 

She jumped with surprise, snatching her hand out of her knickers and scrambling for the remote control before she registered that it was me.

 

“Steve! You scared the life out of me.” She gasped.

 

“How do you like the video?”

 

“It's just amazing. I watched it four times last night, and I came every time. That is what they call it, isn't it?”

 

“Did you get that from the video?”

 

“Yes. The man in the video, he shouts out ‘Oh I'm coming' then he shoots all this stuff out of his, you know, his thing.”

 

“His cock, call it a cock.”

 

She blushed, but carried on enthusiastically, “Yes, his cock. He shot all this stuff out of it, into a woman's mouth. And she swallowed it, Steve, she swallowed all of it. She looked like she enjoyed it too. Can you do that with yours Steve?”

 

“Sure I can.”

 

She dropped her head, looking at me from under her lashes, “Have you done that to mum?”

 

“Yes, and she likes it too.”

 

“What about Helen?” She asked quickly, her excitement mounting, “Have you done it to Helen, too?”

 

I nodded and smiled at her.

 

“And did she like it too?”

 

“I think she did. Why don't you ask her?”

 

“Can I? I thought I wasn't allowed to speak about it. Mum said we'd get into awful trouble if anyone found out.”

 

“That was before we decided to let you join in. We still have to keep it secret, though. Only the four of us can ever know.”

 

Her eyes widened with excitement, “You mean I can join in too now? Can I do what they were doing on the video, I mean, suck your… your…”

 

“Cock.”

 

She giggled deliciously, covering her mouth with her hand in a child-like gesture. “Will you let me, though Steve? Will you? I know I can do it Steve, and if Helen can do it, and she likes it, then it's only fair that I get to do it too, isn't it?”

 

She looked at me, as if daring me to disagree. I grinned at her, “I'll let you, don't worry.” She jumped for joy and clapped her hands together.

 

“Now, can I do it now?” She begged.

 

“Maybe later.” I said. She looked sullen. “Wouldn't you like to know how it feels to have it done to you?”

 

Her eyes widened as the idea developed in her mind. “Oh Yes please. ”

 

“Take your knickers off then, and I'll show you.”

 

She giggled again, then kicked off her sensible school shoes, dropped her skirt and pushed her pretty pink knickers to the floor before bounding onto the bed. She lay back on the bed and waited for me to join her.

 

“Open your legs for me Sandra.”

 

She immediately spread her young thighs wide. I could already see the pinkness of her inner lips. I lay down between her thighs and savoured the view of her tight, hairless thirteen-year-old pussy. I edged closer and began to plant small kisses along each lip. She shuddered. I ran my tongue along the length of her slit and she squealed with delight. I looked up at her as I wriggled my tongue around at the entrance to her hole. She was looking down at me, fascinated and enjoying every moment. Then I slipped my tongue between her lips and found her clit. I circled it a few times with the tip of my tongue, and then the sensations transmitted themselves to her brain. Her jaw dropped, and her eyes rolled. She let out a huge sigh and said, “Oh Steve ! Oh that's fantastic !”

 

I started to suck her clit. She bucked and moaned, writhing around as I tormented her tiny bud. I slipped a finger into her hot slit and heard her whimper and gasp. I finger fucked her slowly, letting the sensations build, sucking and licking at her clit all the time. I let another finger travel to her tight little anus and she gasped again. Her pussy was gripping my finger tightly as she came closer and closer, then she had gritted her teeth and was pushing her pussy against my mouth as she grunted, “Ngggggh, ngggggh, nggggh, oh, yes, oh Steve, oh fantastic, oh, oh, oh, mmmmmmmmm.”

 

She shuddered and she groaned and she grunted to a powerful orgasm, then fell back onto the bed, her small, budding tits rising and falling rapidly beneath the crisp, white school blouse she was still wearing. There were beads of sweat on her forehead. She lay there, glassy-eyed for several moments, before saying in a shaky, thin voice, “That was the best thing I ever knew, ever ever. Oh Steve, it was just ace . Oh, thank you Steve, thank you ever so much .”

 

I left her still gasping and moaning and made my way to Helen's room. She was lying on her bed listening to music. I went in sat on the bed next to her.

 

“Did you watch the video I left for you?”

 

“Mmmm. I watched it loads of times last night.”

 

“Did you like it?”

 

“Well, sort of. But I always thought that lesbos were a bit sad. You know, ugly women who couldn't get a man, so they went for each other. But those two on the video, they weren't sad, they were pretty, so I don't know why they were doing that to each other.”

 

“Did they look like they were having a good time?”

 

“Oh yes!” She giggled, “They were having a good time alright!”

 

“Then does it matter if it's two women, two men or one of each that's involved?”

 

“No, I suppose not.” She thought for a few moments, before asking, “Have you ever done it with another man?”

 

“No. It's never appealed to me. Which bits did you like best on the video?”

 

“Well, there was one bit where one of the girls was licking the other, you know, licking her…” She hesitated briefly, “Her pussy. And I wondered how it would be to do that.”

 

“What, to be licked or to do the licking?”

 

She laughed, “To do the licking, silly. I already know what it feels like to be licked, you've done that.”

 

“Maybe it feels different if it's another woman?”

 

She frowned, she hadn't thought of that, “Well, does it?”

 

“I don't know, I'm not a woman, am I? Maybe you should find out?”

 

“What, you mean, do things with another girl, like those two on the video? Wouldn't you mind? I mean, wouldn't you be jealous?”

 

“Not at all. I think it would be good for you to try out new things.”

 

She went quiet, obviously thinking about the possibility. “There's a girl in the year below me at school, everyone says she's a lesbo. Should I ask her, do you think?”

 

“I wouldn't. School gossip is very unreliable. Let's leave it for a bit, see what turns up, hey?”

 

She nodded her agreement. I put her under.

 

“Helen, wouldn't you like it if Sandra joined in our games?”

 

“I don't know.”

 

“I think you would like it. You could teach her the best ways to please me in bed, she'd be like your student. You would be her teacher. You'd like that, wouldn't you?”

 

“Yes. I could teach her how to make you happy, couldn't I?”

 

“And you could boss her around too, couldn't you. That would be right, because you're the oldest, and you know what to do, don't you?”

 

She smiled to herself, “Yes I could.”

 

“You could even get her to do things for you, couldn't you, like the girls in the video? If you told her to do that, she'd have to do it, wouldn't she?”

 

“Yes, she'd have to if I told her.”

 

I woke her. Now was the time to rope her in. I chatted to her for a couple of minutes before asking, “Helen, how would you feel about Sandra joining in with us? Joining our games in bed. Would you mind that?”

 

She looked like she'd just won a major prize! “No, I wouldn't mind. I wouldn't mind at all. I could show her what to do, make her better, so that she'd make you happier, couldn't I?”

 

“Wow, you'd do that for me?”

 

“Oh, I'd do anything for you Steve, anything at all. You know I would.”

 

“Would you show her how to suck my cock, Helen. You're so good at that, it would be great if you could teach Sandra to do it as well.”

 

“I'll teach her to do it as well as me, honestly I will Steve. When do you want me to start?”

 

“Why not tonight? Let me have a word with her, and I'll be right back.”

 

I went to Sandra's room. She looked as cute as ever. She looked up hopefully as I went in.

 

“Helen has said she'll give you some lessons on how to please me in bed, to help you get better at it quicker. What do you think about that?”

 

“Did mum give her lessons?”

 

“No.”

 

“Then why don't you teach me, like you taught her?”

 

“This is the only way Sandra. It's this or nothing. You have to do what Helen says, or it's all off.” I barked at her.

 

She hung her head sadly, “Sorry Steve, I'll do whatever you say. Shall I come now?”

 

“Yes, wait for me in your mum's room. I'll be there in a minute.”

 

She bounced off the bed, “Thanks Steve, you won't be sorry, I promise.” She ran from the room.

 

I went downstairs and found Sally in the dining room drinking tea. “Me and the girls are borrowing your bedroom for an hour or so, ok?”

 

She looked faintly surprised, “You and both the girls?”

 

“Yes, both of them, and we don't want to be disturbed, ok? I'll tell you about it later, alright?”

 

“Yes, of course Steve.”

 

She started to stammer something or other, but I was too keen to get on. I walked away and left her talking to herself.  I made my way back upstairs, called for Helen to join me, and made my way to Sally's room. Sandra was already there, Helen joined us at once.

 

“Sandra, you know why you're here. Helen will be your teacher, I will help out if necessary. Now for starters I think the two of you should be down to knickers only, don't you?”

 

They murmured their agreement and quickly began shedding clothes. Within a few moments the two of them were standing before me dressed only in their little, brief knickers, Helen's white, Sandra's a delicate pink. I stripped completely, enjoying the look on Sandra's face, her eyes growing wider and wider as I undressed, until he jaw hit her chest as I unveiled my cock to her. She was fascinated by it, so much so that she didn't hear Helen as she invited her to step forward and have a feel.  As if waking from a dream, Sandra stepped forward and stroked her small hand down the length of my cock.

 

“Steve.” She whispered in awe, “Its beautiful .”

 

Helen lay down beside me and motioned for Sandra to lay the other side. Then Helen took my cock in her hand and began to wank it expertly.

 

“This is how you make it stiff.” She said, in her best school marm voice. After a few moments she turned to Sandra, “Your turn.”

 

Sandra took hold of my cock and a small sigh escaped from her. She started to wank me as she'd been shown, her small hand making my cock look huge!

 

“Stroke his balls as well, he likes that.” Helen ordered. Sandra immediately started to tickle my scrotum, I let out a small moan and felt my cock twitch. I looked at Sandra, she was hugely pleased with herself, and was wanking me enthusiastically. Some pre-cum had leaked out onto her hand, and I noticed that Helen had spotted this too. After a few minutes of wanking, Helen told her to stop.

 

“I'm going to teach you how to suck him.” She said, “Give me your hand.” Sandra dutifully held out her hand. Helen took it and brought the fingers up to her mouth. “You need to do it like this.” She said, and began to lick the pre-cum off Sandra's fingers. Then she sucked on her finger in the way I had taught her.

 

“Can you do that?” She demanded. Sandra started to lick and suck at he sister's fingers. Sandra was concentrating deeply, unaware of Helen's face, but I could see. Helen was enjoying the feeling of another female touching her. Her eyes had widened and her brow furrowed in the way I knew meant she was becoming aroused. Her free hand brushed lightly across her tits, then dropped to her crotch where she gently brushed her fingertips against her the mound in her knickers.

 

Sandra broke off from sucking, “Can I try it on Steve now?” Helen, looking thoroughly flustered, nodded and Sandra quickly ducked her head down and took hold of my cock. She moved to a kneeling position, and shuffled between my legs. She bowed her head and I felt her planting kisses on my glans. I'd often thought Sandra to be the most uninhibited of the three of them, needing very little hypnosis before joining in any game. I felt that again now as she started to suck at my cock hungrily. The head was in her mouth, her hands were stroking my balls and her tongue was very busy. I was almost ready to give myself over to the pleasure of the moment, when I happened to glance at Helen's face. She wasn't looking at me, any part of me. Her gaze was fixed on the small, pink, cotton covered arse of her kid sister, who in turn was totally fixated on my swollen cock which was in her mouth. I thought of cumming, but then I had an idea.

I motioned for Sandra to stop sucking me. She did with obvious reluctance. She was about to start whining when I suggested, “Sandra, why don't we show Helen what you and I got up to this afternoon? Do you think you could stand that again?” I smiled at her. She caught on quick this kid, she smiled back. Helen looked puzzled, and a little frustrated.

 

“Sandra, why don't you take those pretty little knicks off again, and I'll show Helen what a good time we had?”

 

Sandra was grinning widely. She stood up on the bed and dropped her knickers. She bent from the waist to take them off, and again Helen's gaze was fixed on her arse, this time bare. Sandra then lay on the bed before me and spread her legs wide. I moved in quickly, tickling her lips with my fingers then kissing her pussy warmly. Sandra sighed with pleasure, Helen gasped with what? Desire, jealousy. I neither knew nor cared as the sweet taste and scent of Sandra's young pussy filled my mouth and nostrils.

Sandra was writhing around again, clearly enjoying herself. I pulled my face away from her cunt, but continued to finger it and play with her clit. I looked round for Helen. She was standing, watching, a strange expression on her face. As Sandra bucked and wriggled around in response to my fingers, she was rubbing the crotch of her knickers, her eyes fixed on her sister's cunt.

 

“Helen, why don't you give it a try?” I asked innocently.

 

“I can't.” She sobbed.

 

“Yes you can, come on, taste her, she's delicious!”

 

“But she's my sister.” She wailed.

 

“Sandra, do you care if Helen licks your pussy?” I demanded.

 

Sandra was too far gone to care who did what to any part of her by this time.  “What? Who? No, I don't care. Only, don't stop, please don't stop.”

 

“Go on then Helen, you heard her. Have a taste.”

 

She moved in with obvious reluctance. I moved aside and she lay between her sister's thighs, looking at the wet, swollen slit.

 

“Go on.” I urged.

 

“Please don't stop.” Begged Sandra.

 

Helen hesitated for a moment longer, and then she dived forward and started to lick at her sister's bald little twat with increasing enthusiasm. Sandra bucked her hips and gasped and moaned. I sat back and murmured encouragement to Helen. “How does it feel? How does it taste? Delicious hey? Think how powerful this makes you, the pleasure you can give to any woman if you're prepared to do this. Listen to her, she loves it. You love it too, don't you? You love licking pussy, admit it.”

 

Helen groaned, lost in her own private world of pleasure and guilt. I took advantage of the situation, sliding her knickers down over her hips, exposing her twat. I started to lick her as she licked her sister, amused by the unlikely nature of our chain. Helen shuddered violently as my tongue penetrated her, and groaned into her sister's twat as I started to lick her clit.  Sandra was nearer than I'd realised. As I pushed Helen's head further into her pussy she reached down and grabbed Helen's hair, holding her face against her cunt, then she was grunting and moaning again. Helen cried out, she couldn't get away, had to stay there as her kid sister rubbed her hot slit over her face. Sandra came massively, sobbing and crying, her face covered in sweat, her limbs twitching. As she relaxed her grip, Helen was able to escape from between her thighs. Her face was red, but I couldn't tell whether it was exertion or shame. I continued to lick and suck at her pussy, feeling the contractions as I tormented her tight hole. And then she too was climaxing, sobbing, gasping, pushing her hips back onto the intruding tongue, and then she fell forward onto the bed, just a few inches from her sister's cunt.

The two of them lay there, stark naked, gasping for breath. As their breathing steadied they looked at each other, both clearly nervous and embarrassed. Sandra was the first to speak.

 

“Gosh, thanks Helen. That was amazing, fantastic. Can I do it to you? I mean, would you like me to, because I will if you want. I think that would be fair, don't you?”

 

Helen smiled at her, “I can't take another one of those for a while yet! Steve did me while I was doing you.”

 

“Did you like licking Sandra's pussy?” I asked. Both of them blushed, they looked at each other and giggled, “Yes.” Helen confessed, then started to laugh. Her laugh was infectious, and Sandra joined in. Soon they were both laughing uncontrollably. When they finally calmed down I asked Helen, “Did you like the taste?” She smiled shyly, “It wasn't how I expected it to be, but it tasted really nice. And she smelt nice too. Best of all though was the feel of it. She was all warm and wet against my tongue, and when I licked her I could hear her moaning, hear how much she liked it, and then she was wriggling around and it just felt great. Then you started to lick me and it just felt fantastic!”

 

“You mean you liked the feeling of being licked while you licked Sandra?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Then you could do each other, couldn't you?”

 

Helen considered the idea, but before she could say anything Sandra interrupted,  “How? How could we do each other? I don't see how we could.”

 

“Helen, why don't we all go to your room and look at your video?”

 

Sandra looked puzzled, “You mean you've got a video too?”

 

“You both have one, and I think the time has come for you both to watch them together.”

 

We went to Helen's room, all three of us still naked, and I sat on the bed as Helen put the video into the player. Sandra lay down next to me, and started to stroke my cock as she waited for the video to start. Helen lay down on the other side of me, and began to stroke my balls. The video started and the image of the two women came up on the screen. They kissed and fondled each other, then they moved to a classic ‘sixty-nine' position. Sandra's hand froze as she took in what was happening. Then she responded, “Wow! So that's how you do it. Wow! I want to try that, do you want to try it too Helen, do you?” She was becoming increasingly excited. Helen looked uncertain, she looked at me, waiting for some guidance.”

 

I grinned at her and said, “Go ahead, why not?” I got up from the bed and took a seat opposite, then sat back to watch as the two sisters began to get into position. They began to nibble at each other's pussies nervously. Sandra was on top, and she was clearly the most enthusiastic. She began to stroke Helen's pussy lips while licking along the slit. Helen gasped beneath her and began to lick at Sandra. And then they started to enjoy themselves! After a few moments they were kissing and licking each other's pussies for all they were worth! Both girls arched their backs, pushing their hips forward to allow easier access for the tongues now bringing so much pleasure to each of them. I sat back, delighted, and watched as they brought each other to climax.

 

They were still in their original positions, the climaxes they'd just enjoyed had left them temporarily unable, or unwilling to move. Finally, they disengaged, and then fell into each other's arms. I was momentarily forgotten as they cuddled and stroked each other, Helen stroking Sandra's back, Sandra gently caressing Helen's left tit.

 

“You enjoy that then?”

 

They both grinned, “Oh yes!” Helen purred, “That was really nice.” Sandra agreed readily, “Really, really nice!” They looked at each other and began to laugh again.

 

“Well, you can watch your videos and play with each other for the rest of the evening, once you've finished with me, of course!” They looked at each other again, then at me with lustful looks in their young eyes.

 

“What do you want us to do?” Helen asked.

 

“Well, you're both getting pretty good with your mouths and tongues, why don't I get some of the benefit?” I grinned at them, then went and lay down on the bed. Helen reached me first, she began to suck on my half-erect cock, wanking it as she did so in the way she knew aroused me. Sandra watched for a moment, then dived between my legs and began to lick and suck at my balls, running her tongue down until she was almost able to lick my arse. I ordered a change in position. Helen would lay on her back and suck my cock as I knelt over her while Sandra was free to ‘entertain' me in any way she liked.

 

Helen was soon sucking greedily at my cock, whilst Sandra licked my balls and then began to run her tongue over my arse. She wriggled her tongue all over my arse, then began to push the tip into my arse-hole. I reached down and began to play with Helen's tits, pulling and pinching the tender nipples. She sucked harder, running her tongue across my glans. Sandra reached under me and began to tickle my balls as she licked at my arse. I gave myself over to the ecstasy of the moment as the two young girls did all they could to please me. I felt my orgasm building and knew it was going to be a strong one. As I started to come I pinched Helen's nipples hard. She opened her mouth to gasp with shock just as my first spurt hit her. She quickly closed her mouth over my cock, taking all my semen into her tender mouth. Sandra continued to lick and stroke as I shot my load into her sister's mouth. Then I collapsed, exhausted onto the bed.

 

“Was that a good one?” Helen asked, a note of anxiety in her voice.

 

“Sure was.” I gasped.

 

“I wondered, because it was with both of us, whether it was as good as before.”

 

“It was really good” I assured her.

 

“Can I suck you next time? That would be fair, wouldn't it?” Sandra begged.

 

Helen and I both laughed, “Yes, you can suck me next time. Now, you two watch your videos, and enjoy yourselves. I'm going downstairs.”

 

I wandered down stairs, still fastening my trousers as I strolled into the living room. Sally's eyes opened wide as the realisation of what I had been doing with her daughters dawned on her.

 

“Everything ok?” She asked, a hint of tension in her voice.

 

“Fine, just fine!”

 

“Did you…, I mean, was it with both of them…, can you tell me…”

 

“You want to know what we did?”

 

She nodded, eyes wide, pleading without words.

 

“So you can get hot? Have another wank?”

 

She flushed, her head dropped. She looked at me from under her lashes, imploring.

 

 “Please Steve”

 

“Ok. I took them both into the bedroom, then I made them both strip down to their knickers. Then I undressed and lay down on the bed. Helen started to wank me, then she told Sandra how to do it.”

 

Sally gasped. Her eyes widened still further and she licked her lips. I carried on reciting the story of the happy abuse. I saw her nipples start to stiffen beneath her T-shirt. When I told her how Sandra, her thirteen year-old daughter, had sucked so eagerly at my cock she groaned out loud. She had been sitting in an armchair, her legs casually folded beneath her, hands in her lap. Now I noticed one hand creep towards her crotch. As I told her how I had stripped Sandra and started to lick her pussy while Helen watched, her fingers started to stroke her pussy through the thin fabric of her knickers. Her breathing became more shallow, her nipples now hard and jutting proudly through her T-shirt.

 

And then I told her how I had encouraged Helen to lick her sister's pussy. Sally froze for a moment, eyes closed, her brow furrowed as she conjured the picture in her mind. I described how it had looked as Helen had licked Sandra's bald little slit with increasing enjoyment. Sally gasped again, and her fingers slipped inside the leg of her knickers, found her hot spot and began to finger herself.

 

She glanced up at me and realised I was watching her wank. “Enjoying yourself?” I grinned at her. Her bottom lip trembled as the shame of her position hit her and it became clear that I wasn't going to spare her blushes. I motioned for her to continue, then I told her how I had slipped Helen's knickers down and licked her pussy as she pleased Sandra. A small shudder ran through her body and her free hand slipped under the hem of her T-shirt and began to stoke her left tit. She was rocking her hips gently as her fingers were busy in her cunt.

 

Then I told her how all three of us had watched a porn video while the girls stroked my cock and balls, and then I told her about Helen and Sandra's sixty-nine. Her eyes opened wide in shock as I described the scene, detailing how each of her daughters had taken to pleasing the other. She bit her bottom lip and furrowed her brow in concentration as I told her about their increasing passion and their almost simultaneous orgasms. She was squeezing her tits, rolling her bullet-like nipples between thumb and forefinger and rocking her hips roughly on the hand buried in her knickers. Beads of sweat had broken out on her forehead and small whimpers escaped from her mouth. When I told her how they had sucked my cock and licked my arse she shuddered again, and then gasped “Oh God, oh my God, oh Jesus Christ.” And then she was crying and sobbing as her orgasm washed over her.

 

I sat back, smiling as she curled into a ball as her climax subsided. I was enjoying her misery as her pleasure subsided to be replaced by shame and humiliation. This was too good an opportunity to miss. I decided to have some fun at her expense.

 

“Shit!, You really do love it when I do that don't you? Which do you like most, me doing it with the girls, or hearing about it afterwards?”

 

She sobbed again, her misery obvious. “Please don't Steve, oh please don't be cruel to me.”

 

“I'm not being cruel, I just want to know.” I said, innocently.

 

“Please, Steve, no, no I can't.”

 

“Sure you can. Tell me, I want to know.”

 

“Please don't make me do this Steve, not now, not tonight, please Steve, I'm begging you.”

 

“Did you have a good climax, just then?”

 

Another gasp, another sob. “Why are you doing this to me, Steve? I thought you loved me.”

 

“I do.”

 

“Then why are you tormenting me like this? You know I don't like to talk about things like that, so why are you being so unfair?”

 

“I'm sick of your whining. You want to hear about it, want to wank about it, but don't want to speak about it. You want to pretend that it isn't happening so you can avoid being honest with me, with the girls and with yourself. Why don't you own up and admit it?”

 

“Admit what?” She sobbed.

 

“That you like me having sex with the girls, that you like me telling you all about it, and that you like to wank about it. Go on, admit it.”

 

“Alright! Alright, I admit it. Are you happy now?” She almost shouted, her voice cracking with emotion.

 

“I want to hear you say it out loud. Say it.”

 

She looked at me, her eyes begging for release. I returned her gaze, unflinching.

“I admit it. I like the idea of you and the girls in bed together. I like to hear about it afterwards, whether it's from you or Helen.”

 

“Would you like Sandra to tell you all about her experiences too?”

 

She wiped a tear from her cheek with the back of her hand and nodded.

 

“And?”

 

She hesitated, the drew in a deep, ragged breath, “And I like to… to…, I can't say it Steve, I can't.”

 

“Say it.”

 

“I like to play with myself, masturbate, I mean, while I imagine you and them together.”

 

“How did you feel when you were wanking just now, with me watching and telling you what I'd just done to the girls? How did that make you feel?”

 

More tears fell, rolling down her cheeks, her face flushed with shame and embarrassment. “Oh God! It was almost more than I could bear. I really didn't want to do that, not with you watching and everything, but it was too much. I couldn't help myself. If I hadn't done it then, I would have exploded.”

 

“You were turned on?”

 

“Oh God, are you kidding?” She smiled at the intensity of her response, “It was the most sexy thing I'd ever heard.”

 

“So why didn't you want to do it?”

 

“With you watching? I felt so ashamed, so dirty. I kept trying not to look at you, but I couldn't help it. And I knew you were watching me, that you knew what I was doing, and I wanted you to stop looking, to turn away.”

 

“But you kept on playing with yourself. You had your hand in your knickers and you were playing with your tits. You brought yourself off, right there in front of me, right there in the living room. Imagine if one of the girls had walked in right then, right as you came. Imagine how that would have felt if they'd seen you wanking yourself off in front of me, listening to me telling you about how I'd just been playing with their pussies, how they had just used their tongues on me. How would that feel?”

 

She groaned and her shoulders shook as more tears fell, “I know, I know. I know I'm just a dirty cow, but I can't help it, really I can't.”

 

“I think you like the idea of being watched.”

 

“No! No, I don't Steve, really. I just couldn't help it tonight.”

 

“You're lying. Be honest now, being watched, having someone watch you while you play with yourself turns you on even more, doesn't it?”

 

She looked at me, white faced, wild eyed and shook her head, “Steve, please stop. Please .”

 

“Admit it, you want to be watched, don't you?”

 

She had drawn her knees up to her chest in a defensive posture, her hands were knotted tightly together and her head hung low. “Yes.” She whispered simply.

 

“Say it louder.”

 

“Yes, I want to be watched.”

 

“Watched doing what?” I prompted, wanting to drag every last moment of humiliation out of her.

 

“I want you to watch me while I play with myself.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

 

“Ok, go ahead.” I said, breezily. Her head came up sharply.

 

“What, now? Steve, I can't.”

 

“It's what you want, you said so yourself. What's the problem?”

 

She looked lost for words, looking around her in a panicked daze, “Steve I can't, not right now, not here.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“It's too soon after my last one, I don't think I could, right now, not so soon after… and what if one of the girls came in? Couldn't I do it later? Please Steve.”

 

“Shall I tell you what the girls are doing right now? They're in Helen's room, stark naked watching porn videos and playing with each other. They won't be down ‘till morning.” I laughed. She looked most uncomfortable, but the idea of Helen and Sandra exploring each others bodies caught her imagination.

 

“What's on the videos?”

 

“There's one of a man licking a woman's pussy while two other girls suck and lick him, and there's one of some lesbian action. They're watching both of them, getting an idea of how it's done!” I grinned. “So there's no reason why you can't have a fiddle, is there?”

 

“No, really Steve, it is too soon after my last one, I'd be too sensitive, please.”

 

“You're not fooling anyone, Sal. I know how often you can come when you want to. And you know you're going to have to do this, don't you?”

 

She nodded dumbly.

 

“I think you like being humiliated. I think you get off on being made to do dirty things. Is that right, Sally? Would you like it if I made you do shameful, dirty things all the time?”

She gasped again. Her head hung low, she couldn't bear to look at me.

 

“You would, wouldn't you? You'd like me to make you do all sorts of things. What sort of things would you like me to order you to do? Maybe you could go to a football match or a rugby match, somewhere were there's lots of people, mainly men, then do a streak. Would you like that? Running stark bollock naked in front of all those men?”

 

“Steve you wouldn't! Please, stop kidding around, that's not funny. You wouldn't make me do anything like that would you? Oh God, I'd die of shame! And what if anyone I knew saw me? I, I couldn't do it. Oh God, Steve, please…”

 

“But if I told you to do it, you would, wouldn't you?”

 

A huge tear rolled down her face. She nodded her head, a tiny movement.

 

“So when I tell you to do something from now on, you'll do it, won't you?”

 

She didn't respond, her head still hung dejectedly.

 

“Won't you?” I demanded.

 

Her voice was barely a whisper. She drew in a ragged breath, sobbed again and said, “Yes.”

 

“Good. Now for starters I'd like to watch you wank for a bit. Get on with it then.”

 

She sighed resignedly and began to stroke her tits, her eyes fixed on some unseen spot on the carpet. I watched as her nipples began to stiffen again.

 

“Take your T-shirt off.”

 

Without looking at me she slowly complied, dropping the T-shirt onto the floor. She continued to play with her lovely, firm tits, cupping them, rolling her nipples.

 

“Tell me what you're thinking about?”

 

“I'm imagining you in bed with Helen and Sandra. You're all naked and Sandra is sucking on your cock while Helen licks your balls.” She blushed furiously. Her breathing became shallow. One hand snaked down to her crotch. She began to stroke her inner thighs, then ran the tip of her thumb along her slit, which was clearly visible through the fabric of her knickers. She moaned lightly.

 

“Are your knickers wet?”

 

She groaned again, “Yes.”

 

“Take them off and bring them to me.”

 

Again without looking at me she stood up, pushed her knickers down over her hips and let them fall to the floor. She picked them up and walked the two or three steps until she was standing in front of me. She held out the small white cotton bundle to me. I took them, then motioned for her to go back to her seat.

 

“Carry on.”

 

She sat down and resumed playing with her tits, then slipped her hand between her legs again. I could feel the warm dampness of her knickers in my hand.

 

“Open your legs so I can see what you're doing.”

 

She whimpered, a refusal hovering on her lips, then she shrugged to herself and slowly opened her thighs. I could see the hairs around her slit were wet with her juices and as I watched she slipped her middle finger between the folds of her cunt. She sighed contentedly and began to stroke her finger up and down her slit, rubbing the tip over her clit. After a minute or two she slid down in her seat, opening her legs wider as she did so. I now had a clear view of her swollen pussy lips. She pushed a finger deep inside her cunt, groaning as she did so, then her other hand was there, teasing her clit. She was bucking her hips in a steady rhythm, murmuring to herself as she did so.

 

“What are you thinking of now?”

 

“I'm imagining you making love to Helen. I can see your hard cock driving deep into her. I'm watching from the corner, I'm playing with myself and the two of you are watching me. I've spread my legs wide so that you can see everything.”

 

“Is Sandra watching too?”

 

Another groan, “Yes. Oh yes.” She breathed, “You're all watching me.”

 

“Have you ever used any toys to bring yourself off?”

 

She gasped and her hands froze, “Toys? What kind of toys?”

 

“Things like vibrators, dildos, that sort of thing.”

 

She closed her legs defensively, “I used to have a vibrator.” She said, avoiding my eye again.

 

“Do you still have it?”

 

She nodded.

 

“Why don't you go and get it?”

 

“No Steve, I don't want to do that, please…”

 

“Oh shut up and go and get it.” I barked. She jumped in surprise, then stood up and went upstairs. She returned a couple of minutes later with the white vibrator I knew she kept hidden in her ‘posh knickers' draw. She held it out to me and I laughed out loud.

 

“I don't have any use for it. Why don't you give it a go?”

 

He jaw clamped tightly shut, angry at the way I was ridiculing her. She went back to her chair and began to tickle her pussy lips again. Then she positioned the tip of the vibrator at the entrance of her cunt and slowly pushed it in. She gasped and moaned as she felt it travel up inside her, then she slowly began to fuck herself with it.

 

“Aren't you going to turn it on then?”

 

Her fingers fumbled for the switch, as it began to vibrate she arched her back, clearly enjoying the sensations travelling through her pussy. She continued to fuck herself with it, whilst playing with her clit with the other hand.

 

“Well don't you look a picture.” I giggled. She opened her eyes briefly and looked at me, a mixture of shame, anger and excitement on her face, then her eyes were closed and she was concentrating on the building pleasure inside her.

 

“I bet you're loving this, aren't you?”

 

“Mmmmm, yes.”

 

“You love fucking yourself with a vibrator while I watch, don't you?”

 

“Yes, oh God, yes.” She panted.

 

“Would you like some more toys? More things to play with, to tickle your cunt with?”

 

“What kind of toys?” She gasped.

 

“All sorts of things. Things to make your pussy really wet. Would you like that?”

 

“Oh yes, yes, I'd like that.”

 

“Would you like to use them while I watched you?”

 

“Yes, oh God. Oh yes Steve. Oh God Steve, I'm coming, ohhhh!” She pulled the still buzzing vibrator from her pussy and clamped a hand in its' place, then her body shook violently as her orgasm tore through her.  I sat back and waited for her to recover. When she did, she began to fidget nervously, she picked up the vibrator and switched it off, then she pulled on her T-shirt and looked around for her knickers.

 

“Looking for these?”

 

She looked over at me and blushed again. She reached out for them but I shook my head, “Come and get them.” I ordered. She stood and crossed the short distance between us. I held out the knickers, she reached for them, I refused to let go. She looked at me imploringly.

 

“I think you're really starting to enjoy yourself now, aren't you?”

 

She blushed, then smiled at me, “I want to deny it, but I don't suppose I can really, can I?” She laughed, “Not after putting on a show like that!”

 

“No reason why you should deny it. There's nothing wrong with having a good time. Would you like to experiment with some new kinds of toys, or would that be just too rude?”

 

She smiled shyly, “I'll give it a try.”

 

“Good. I know a place where we can get lots of different things. We'll go there soon.”

 

“Sure, Steve.” She said, but she sounded less than convinced.

 

I held on to her knickers, making her sit around in just her T-shirt. She kept tugging at the hem, pulling the garment lower to cover her bare pussy. I smiled at her discomfort, things would become ever more uncomfortable for Sally now I'd programmed her to respond to shame. We had a few drinks, then I said it was time for bed. As Sally made her way into our bedroom, I looked in on the girls. They were in Helen's room, sprawled across her bed, arms around each other, still totally naked, fast asleep. Sandra's pussy glistened, the lips still swollen. Helen's pubic hair was still wet. The video of the two girls sucking the man off was still playing. As I watched he sprayed his cum into her mouth. I turned off the TV and threw a cover over the two of them, left them to sleep.  I went to join Sally. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking nervous.

 

“You know you said the girls had porno videos to watch, well I have a bit of a confession to make to you.”

 

“Go on.”

 

“I've got one too. I found it the other day when I was having a bit of a clear out. I think it must be one of David's, it's the sort of thing he would have.”

 

“Lets have a look then.” I followed her into the spare room. She put on the video of various women frigging themselves with a variety of implements and toys. As the action started I sat on the bed, Sally positioned herself at my feet. She sighed happily as the first woman on the tape climaxed.

 

“So this is what you've been watching then?” I teased. “Is that the sort of thing you'd like to do? Bring yourself off with toys and things while I watch?”

 

“Mmmm.”

 

“And this still makes you feel ashamed?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“But you like that, don't you? You like to feel ashamed, to be embarrassed or even humiliated. That's right, isn't it?”

 

“I think so. I've never been like this before. It's all your fault Mr. Waters! Before I met you I was a quiet, modest, mumsy type. Now look at me!”

 

“You look ok to me.” I reached down and began to fondle her tits. Her nipples were already hard.

 

“That's because you're a sex maniac, and you're turning me into one too!”

 

“Tell me, have you ever been happier?”

 

She thought for the briefest moment, “No. Never. I've never felt so happy and secure, and I've never enjoyed sex so much in my entire life! I sometimes wonder what's got into me, and what I'll be doing next!”

 

“I've told you, I like it when you're naughty! You should do it more.”

 

“Like what? Tell me what you'd like me to do.”

 

I couldn't miss this chance. I put her under. “Sally, whatever I suggest to you will sound very exciting and you'll want to do it, no matter how rude it seems, understand?”

 

“Yes.”

 

I brought her round. “I tell you what would be sexy?”

 

“What?”

 

“If you were to go to work tomorrow wearing that nice grey skirt of yours, with stockings and suspenders on underneath, and nothing else.”

 

Her eyes widened and she giggled, “What, you mean, without any knickers on? ”

 

“Sure, why not?”

 

“I've never done that before, God, that would be a bit saucy, wouldn't it?”

 

“Sexy though, hey? You could even go one further and not wear any underwear at all. No bra, no knickers, nothing. You like the sound of that?”

 

“Maybe. I don't know, I'll have to think about that one. Come on then, what else have you got in mind?” She was getting quite excited now, her imagination was beginning to work.

 

“Well, here's one, and it'll make you feel really rude and ashamed. Are you ready for this?”

 

“Christ! I don't know if I'm ready or not. In fact, you seem to be a better judge of what I'm capable of than I am. Go on, what's the idea?”

 

“You know I said I know of a place where we can get all sorts of toys?”

 

“Yes.” She sounded suspicious.

 

“Well how about you go in there on your own and buy a load of things?”

 

“You mean just walk into that sort of place and say ‘I'll have one of those, two of those and half a dozen of those'? Sure Steve, why on earth not?” She laughed.

 

“I'm serious. I'd go in before you, just to make sure you did as I told you, then you go in and buy a load of different things.”

 

“But what if there was anyone else in there? What if there was a man behind the counter? You couldn't expect me to buy those sort of things from a man, or if there were men there! Jesus Steve, I'd die of shame!”

 

“That's the point. There would have to be men there for it to work. Can you imagine standing there with all of them knowing that you're buying those things for yourself, knowing what you were going to do with them. How rude would you feel then?”

 

She gasped and looked up at me, “Do you really think I could do that?”

 

“Sure you could. And I bet you'd be so randy after all that embarrassment, you'd just have to have a wank as soon as you got back to the car. What do you say, are you game?”

 

She shuddered, “I really don't know Steve. You'll need to give me time to get used to all this. Let me think about it.”

 

The video was still playing, a succession of women and a variety of toys. “Which is your favourite bit?”

 

She looked at me nervously. “I, er…, well, I suppose…, I'll show you.” And she started to fast-forward through the tape. She found the scene she was looking for and pressed ‘play'. A dark haired woman was reclining in a chair, legs spread wide, her fingers stroking the lips of her shaven pussy. She licked her fingers then spread her pussy lips wide and began to stroke her clit, circling her finger tip over the head as it began to poke out from under its' hood. She sighed happily to herself as she diddled away, then reached for a thick black dildo. Easing the dildo slowly into her pussy, she carried on tickling her clit. I could see her juices seeping out around the dildo as more and more of the black shaft sank deep into her.  I glanced at Sally, who was watching the video avidly. “What's special about this bit then?”

 

“Can't you tell?”

 

I shook my head.

 

“It's her, the woman. Don't you think she looks a bit like me?”

 

The resemblance was tenuous at best, but it was obviously enough to have captured her imagination.

 

“And you imagine that's you in the video?”

 

“Mmmm.”

 

“You like the idea of wanking yourself while a load of people watch?”

 

“Yes.” Barely a whisper.

 

“Christ!, you can see everything she's got. When you imagine yourself doing that is your pussy shaved too?”

 

There was a sharp intake of breath from Sally. She didn't respond.

 

“You do, don't you! You imagine lying there with your legs apart fingering your shaved pussy for an audience, don't you?”

 

“Yes. Do you think I'm a slut Steve? Am I too dirty? Have I gone too far?”

 

“You know I don't. But I think you should act on some of the things we've said tonight. You obviously want to do these things, and the idea of doing them gets you really hot. Why not enjoy yourself?”

 

“I don't know. I'm scared of someone I know finding out, I suppose.”

 

“I know you, and I've found out! And I think we could have some great fun if you just lighten up a bit.”

 

“You think I'm still too uptight, after what I've said and done tonight? God! You really want me to go for it, don't you?”

 

“Yes. I want you to surprise me. Do something really daring.”

 

“Ok, I will.” She said defiantly, “You wait and see, I'll surprise you.”

 

“I'll look forward to that, but right now, I think I'd like you to come to bed and give me a nice blow-job.”  She grinned at me and followed me to our room. There she stripped off her T-shirt and sucked me like a woman possessed.

 

I woke the next morning, showered and shaved and set off downstairs. The three of them were sitting having breakfast. They all smiled at me as I entered the dining room.

 

“Morning all!” I breezed. They all responded enthusiastically. I looked at Helen and Sandra.

 

“Did you two sleep ok?”

 

They looked at each other, then both giggled deliciously.

 

“Oh, yes, thanks. We slept fine.” Helen said, then they both laughed again.

I made myself some breakfast as the girls went off to get ready for school. Sally sidled over for a kiss, wearing only her bath robe. As she leant in to kiss me I reached for the belt, untied it, then opened the robe. She started to protest, grabbing hold of the robe, but I motioned for her to be silent. I pushed the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She stood before me, stark naked. Still inclined towards modesty, she coyly put her hands in front of her pussy. I pushed them away and began to explore the warm folds between her legs. I quickly found her clit and began to tease it until I felt it stiffen. She gasped, “Oh Steve, please, it's too early.” But I continued to torment her firm little bud with my finger.

 

I ducked my head down and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking until it too began to stiffen. I began to finger fuck her, sliding my finger along her slit from clit to hot tunnel. She responded by rocking her hips backwards and forwards, forcing my finger into her hot hole. She reached out and grabbed my shoulder for support, closing her eyes and concentrating on the waves of pleasure emanating from her hot pussy. And then she came. She sighed and moaned and then grabbed my hand and held it firmly in her crotch, my finger deep in her cunt, my thumb resting on her clit.

When she had recovered I put my hand up to her face, my finger still glistened with her juices.

 

“Smell it.” I told her. She looked away. “Smell it.”

 

She sniffed half-heartedly, a look of disgust on her face.

 

“Now lick it clean.”

 

She looked appalled. “Steve, I can't. It's disgusting!”

 

“Do it, or I'll call the girls down here to watch you do it.”

 

She looked into my eyes and realised I wasn't bluffing. She slowly started to lick my finger, hardly making any contact at all.

 

“Put it right into your mouth and lick it clean.”

 

She looked miserable as she lowered her mouth onto my finger and closed her lips around it. Then she started to suck and lick at my finger. I started to fuck her mouth in the way I'd fucked her cunt, sliding my finger in and out as she sucked. After a minute or so, I removed my finger and let her go to get ready for work.

 

“Remember, you were going to surprise me today.” She still looked shaken by the finger fucking and licking, but she nodded to me before turning and making her way upstairs, her robe forgotten, still in a heap on the floor.

 

As she started up the stairs Helen came bounding down. At sight of her naked mother she stopped dead in her tracks, “Mum! Put some clothes on for heaven's sake. God! How disgusting.”

 

Sally covered her face in shame and ran up the stairs. Helen watched as her mother's bare arse disappeared from view, then came over to me.

 

“How come she had nothing on?”

 

“I took her robe off her.”

 

“Why?”

 

“I wanted to have a play with her body.”

 

“Oh.” She looked unhappy.

 

“What colour knickers do you have on today?”

 

“Blue.”

 

“Let's have a look then.”

 

She grinned, “Ok.” And hoisted up her crisp, grey school skirt until I could see her pale blue cotton knickers. The shape of her mound was beautiful beneath the cotton, I had to have a feel. I slipped my fingers over her warm crotch, then between her legs. She opened her thighs to allow me access, and sighed as I began to stroke her pussy lips through her knickers.

 

“Steve will you make love to me tonight? It was meant to be my turn last night, but you didn't do it. Will you do it tonight? Please Steve.”

 

“You were too busy with Sandra last night to be bothered with me.” I grinned. She blushed deeply and I felt my cock stiffen the way it always did when she looked this young and innocent.

 

“That was different.” She said, dully.

 

“You enjoyed it though, didn't you? You liked having your hot little slit licked, didn't you?”

 

She gasped in shock, her thighs closed on my hand.

 

“Which did you like more, having your pussy licked, or licking Sandra's cute little quim? She tastes nice, doesn't she?”

 

She tried to back away, but I followed, my hand still jammed between her plump thighs. Finally her back was to the wall, there was no escape. I continued to massage her pussy through her knickers.

 

“Tell me. I want to know. You liked licking Sandra's pussy, didn't you?”

 

She hesitated for a moment, and then heaved a sigh of relief, her shoulders dropping.

 

“Yes. Oh God Yes. Is that a bad thing Steve?” She looked close to tears.

 

“No. It's not a bad thing, far from it, I think it's great.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes.” I began to stroke her tits with my free hand, whilst slipping my fingers into her knickers with the other. I felt her nipples start to stiffen, then I found her pussy lips and gently pushed my finger between them. She groaned, then sighed contentedly.

 

“I loved watching you doing each other. It was really sexy.”

 

“Really? ‘Cos it was really sexy for us too. After you left us we did it again and again. It was lovely. I just love doing it.”

 

“Doing what?”

 

Sandra had come downstairs and had yet to realise what I was doing. As she drew closer though she realised, “I said doing what….oh!”

 

“Helen was just telling me how she liked licking your pussy last night. You enjoyed it too, didn't you?”

 

Sandra's eyes were fixed on the front of Helen's knickers, where the shape of my hand could clearly bee seen.

 

“Would you like me to tickle your pussy too?”

 

She giggled, then said, “Yes please.”

 

“Lift your skirt up then, and come here.”

 

She quickly hoisted her skirt up, revealing simple white knickers with a printed smiley face on the front. She came and stood next to Helen and I slipped my hand down the front of her knickers until I found her bald slit. I pushed my hand between her thighs and found her clit, then began to play with both their juvenile cunts.

 

“Did you like licking Helen's pussy?”

 

“Mmmmm, yes.” Sandra grinned, “It was nice! And she licked mine at the same time, and that was really great. Did Helen tell you we did it lots of times after you had gone?”

I nodded.

 

“It was lovely, wasn't it Helen?”

 

Helen was somewhat confused by the unreality of the situation. Here she was, in the dining room of her house, holding up her skirt while I played with her sensitive clit, and her kid sister was standing next to her, doing the same! Her pussy was warm and moist, her clit stiff.  I carried on playing with both pussies for a minute or two more, then I heard Sally coming down the stairs.

 

“That'll do for now girls, more this evening, I promise.” And I winked at them.

 

They both grinned back, straightening their knickers and smoothing their school skirts back into place. As Sally reached the bottom of the stairs I deliberately licked the two fingers that had been fingering their young cunts, then I grinned again. What a way to start the day!  The girls left for school a few moments later, and as they came to give me a quick kiss I made a point of giving their arses a quick squeeze. Both of them giggled then made their way to the door.

 

I turned to Sally, “Ready?”

 

“Yes. Don't you want to know what the surprise is?”

 

“Sure.”

 

She lifted her skirt to reveal stockings, suspenders, and then her neatly trimmed bush, “How do you like that then?” She said, smiling.

 

“I like that very much. How does it feel?”

 

“Different, to say the least.” She laughed.

 

We set off for work, Sally driving. I waited until we stopped at the first traffic lights, then started to stroke the inside of her thigh.

 

“Stop it!” She hissed, “Someone might see, and besides, I can't concentrate on the driving with you doing that.”

 

I withdrew my hand. “Just think though, I could slip my hand up your skirt and go straight to your pussy, couldn't I? I could be playing with your clit while you drove along. How would that feel?”

 

“Christ! I'd probably crash the car.”

 

“Maybe at lunch time, then? We could find a quiet spot, and I'll have a play with your pussy, yes?”

 

“No! Just stop it. You can't just do that while we're at work.”

 

“Why not? You sloped off to the toilets yesterday for a quick wank, why can't I have a bit of a feel of your pussy?”

 

“Because it's different, that's why. I was in a cubicle, no one could see me. What if someone saw you with your hand up my skirt? Oh God, what if it was one of the bosses? It's hardly what you'd call respectable behaviour, is it?”

 

“So you're not going to let me have a play with your clit over lunch then?”

 

“Steve, please!”

 

“What about a look then? A quick glimpse up your skirt. Let me see your pretty little bush?”

 

“Christ! You never stop, do you?”

 

“You don't like the idea of letting me see your cunt?”

 

“What do you expect me to do, lift my skirt up and let you have a good look, like we're in our bedroom or something?”

 

“No, of course not. You just sit opposite me and open your legs. I'll be able to see right up between your thighs, straight to your pussy. Yes?”

 

“Sure, Steve. As simple as that, I just spread my legs for you, and you have a good look. Dream on my darling, because it's not going to happen!”

 

“If I tell you to do it, you will, won't you?”

 

“But…, but, you wouldn't. You wouldn't tell me to do that, I know you wouldn't” She laughed nervously.

 

“Wouldn't I? I know you like to be shamed, you get off on that. So making you show me your pussy is the least you should be worrying about.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“What if I told you that you had to let some other man see your pussy today?”

 

“What!” She almost shrieked. “You can't do that. You wouldn't . Steve, please, this isn't funny anymore. Stop it now, please?”

 

“Ok, ok. Just remember, I know what turns you on, and you know that you'll do whatever I say, won't you?”

 

We had stopped at another set of traffic lights. She turned to me, a look of pure anxiety on her face, “Yes, but you wouldn't make me do anything like that, would you Steve? I mean, you wouldn't want another man to see me like that, would you. I mean, that should be for you alone.”

 

I laughed out loud at that. “Maybe I get off on the idea of lots of other men enjoying you, did you think of that? Or maybe, I like the idea of you being shamed and humiliated?”

Car horns sounded angrily behind us, the lights had changed but Sally had yet to respond. Instead, she was looking at me with a look of horror on her face. Before she could say anything I motioned for her to drive on. We drove the rest of the way in silence. When we reached the car park at work she turned to me and said, “What if I said ‘no'? What if I said ‘no more games, no more toys and no more with the girls'? What if I said that Steve?”

 

“You won't.”

 

“How can you be so sure?”

 

“Because if you did, I'd leave you.”

 

She gasped.

 

“I'd leave you for good. You'd be all alone again, just you and the girls. And you know how the girls would like that, don't you? Can you imagine how they'd be if I told them I was leaving because of you?”

 

Her face had gone very pale, her eyes wide with shock and a very real fear. I saw panic in her eyes, “No, please, Steve, I didn't mean it. I want to make you happy, you know that. I was just a bit surprised that's all.”

 

“You ever disobey me and I'll leave you flat, understand? No second chances, you do as I say or it's goodbye, got that?”

 

“Yes, Steve, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, I'm sorry, it won't happen again…”

 

She was apologising so quickly that she was tripping over her words in her haste to get them out! I decided to up the ante.

 

“Right, that's ok then. Now, to show me that you're really sorry, when we get into work I want you to go to the toilet and take your bra off. You'll go the rest of the day without it, understand?”

 

“Yes, Steve.” she said meekly. I grinned to myself.

 

We walked together into the office where we worked, Sally immediately took a detour to the nearest toilets and emerged a couple of minutes later, looking nervously around her. She came over to my desk and as she walked across the office I could see her tits swaying under her pink silk blouse. I grinned and winked at her, she smiled back, shyly.

All through the morning I noticed that she was moving around the office much more than usual. When one of the section leaders mentioned that he needed to get a file from archives, Sally immediately offered to get it for him. He mumbled some surprised thanks, and Sally walked gracefully to the staircase, returning a few minutes later with the file. She made coffee for everyone on her section, took the post for collection, in short she didn't stop moving all morning. I was intrigued. I knew she would be feeling vulnerable without knickers or bra, and I'd expected her to keep a very low profile, but this was the opposite. It looked like she was doing all she could to get noticed. I glanced at my watch, anxious to get her alone at lunch-time and find out what was going on in her head.

 

As I was finishing off a piece of work before going for lunch Sally came over to me. I could just make out the movement of her bra-less tits beneath her blouse and I felt my cock twitch in response. She had a strange look on her face, one I hadn't seen before and couldn't define. Before I could speak she said, “Steve, I need to speak with you right away. It's a bit private, will you come with me?”

 

She moved towards the staircase and I followed. She led me down a flight of stairs into the basement. “Where are we going?” I asked.

 

“Just a little way down here, where I can speak to you in private. Don't worry, love, it's ok.” She took hold of my hand and led me down a dimly lit corridor. There were recessed areas on either side with lines of grey filing cabinets, the archives. Finally we reached an old, faded wooden door. “In here.” She said, a note of urgency in her voice.

I followed her in to a dreary room lit only by a small desk lamp. I glance around at the faded colours on the walls and wondered absent-mindedly when the room could last have been used, and then the door slammed behind me. I turned to see Sally turning the key which locked the door. “Ok, what the hell is going on?”

 

She practically dived on me, her mouth finding mine as she planted a series of hot kisses on my mouth and across my face. She grabbed both my hands, bringing them up and pressing them onto her tits. Her nipples felt like bullets as they pressed into my palms.

 

I pulled away, “What the hell's got into you?”

 

“Oh Jesus Steve, oh Jesus Christ!” He breath was coming in short gasps, she was still pushing her tits into my hands. She was reaching for my cock, stroking it urgently through my trousers, then tugging urgently on the zip, trying to get them open. “Steve, please make love to me. Oh God! Please take me here.”

 

I couldn't help it, I laughed out loud, “Sally? Have you eaten something you shouldn't?!”

 

“You really don't know, do you? Jesus! I have never felt so sexy, or so turned on. Never. And it's been building all morning. Every time I move the silk of my blouse strokes my nipples, they're so, so sensitive now. And then my pussy started to get wet, and whenever I stood up I could feel cool air brushing against it. Oh God Steve! I've got to have it, I've got to have it now. Please Steve, make love to me, do it now Steve, please!”

 

She had stopped trying to open my trousers, instead she had opened her blouse to reveal her wonderful firm tits, nipples hard and crinkled. Then she was dragging the hem of her skirt up, until her neat bush was visible. She lay back on the desk and spread her legs wide. I could see her pubes were wet and her pussy lips swollen.

 

“Please Steve. Please, I need it, please.”

 

I opened my trousers and released my cock, which was now fully erect. I positioned myself between her thighs, the head of my cock at the entrance to her hot tunnel. “Tell me how much you've enjoyed yourself this morning.”

 

“Oh my God, it's been fantastic! When you told me to take my bra off I was really nervous. I felt so exposed without any underwear on at all, then as I made my way to my desk I felt the silk stroke my nipples and it felt so nice, and I started to enjoy it so much, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

 

I had pushed my cock slowly into her, not stopping until I was buried up to the hilt. I then grabbed her hips and began to rock them back and forth, causing my cock to rub against her hot cunt and my pubic bone to grind into her clit.

 

“Tell me more.”

 

Through gasps for breath she related the tale of her horny morning. “After a while I decided to move around a bit, to see if my nipples were still sensitive to the silk. Oh God! Were they ever sensitive. I started to make excuses to walk around the office. I knew my nipples were hard, but I knew no one could see because they were hidden under my jacket. Then I realised I was starting to get really turned on by my situation.”

 

“Tell me.”

 

“I went to the toilet, and I found that I was really wet.”

 

“Did you wank yourself off?”

 

“No, but I had a bit of a play with my clit. Then I came back to the section, and I kept feeling the air as it touched my pussy. Oh I wanted you so badly Steve. I wanted to take you home and screw your brains out, but I knew we had to stay here. Then I came down here for that file Mr. Hammond wanted, and I found this room. I came in here and I lifted my skirt right up, like it is now, and I had another little play, then I decided to bring you here at lunch-time and we could do it. Oh Jesus, Steve, I never felt like this before, not ever. You make me feel so randy. Oh God, yes! Push it in, push it in deep, oh do it to me hard. I'll do anything you say from now on Steve, I promise. Only you can make me feel this good, and I'll never argue with you again, just tell me what you want me to do, and I promise I'll do it. I'll be ever such a good girl for you, really I will Steve. Oh God, oh Jesus Christ I'm going to come. Oh……”

 

I cupped her tits and pinched her nipples gently as she shuddered to a climax. Her cunt was unbelievably wet, her juices coating the insides of her thighs as well as my cock. As her orgasm subsided I let my cock slip from her cunt and let it rest on her pubic bush. As she recovered she looked down at it and smiled. Then she positioned me so that I was half-sitting on the desk she had just vacated, knelt between my thighs and took my still-hard cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked lovingly and I gave myself over to the pure pleasure of a blow-job. She was wanking my shaft and tickling my balls, looking up at me lovingly, inviting me to shoot into her mouth. After a few minutes I felt myself start to come. I fired stream after stream into her welcoming mouth, and she swallowed every last drop.

 

As my cock began to deflate she gently kissed the head, then expertly replaced it in my trousers. She stood up, her blouse still open exposing her tits and her skirt still up round her waist, her now damp pubes still on display.

 

“Jesus! That was fantastic! I feel like the cat that's been at the cream.” She grinned.

 

“It was certainly a nice surprise!” I agreed, “See what I mean about you being really good when you're adventurous?”

 

“Mmmm, yes!” She laughed, “But what have you got in mind for poor little me next?”

 

“Well, I could always leave you here like this, and send someone to find you, how would that be?”

 

She looked down and realised how totally exposed she was and shrieked with shock, pulling her skirt down urgently, then fastening the buttons of her blouse, all the time however, she was grinning at me. “You would too! Leave me here all alone and exposed, waiting until some stranger came along and found me, and who knows what he'd do to me before he let me go?” She shuddered, but still grinned at me.

 

“You're starting to enjoy yourself at last.”

 

“Oh yes!” She grinned.