The Stowaway's Keeper
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Chapter 51: Footstools
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 51: Footstools - In the 80's, John was looking to go some place no one would know him. He was not planning on starting his new life with a 14 year old girl. She and her friends keep his life anything but mundane, despite his best intentions to keep it that way at his new home. Codes will change as story progresses.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Teenagers Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Reluctant Fiction Incest Brother Sister Humiliation Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Oral Sex Slow
Dorothy started to strip off her sundress.”Again,” she said quietly, “you’re sure they can’t hear us?”
I looked toward the two figures on all fours. “Not absolutely,” I admitted. “But right now they’re deaf, blind, and dumb. And I don’t mean they can’t talk; they still seem to do that.”
Her eyes held mine a moment longer than comfort allowed. There was something unreadable there a rarely seen challenge, or maybe defiance in the normally submissive woman. She stepped closer, light glancing off her hair. Raising the sundress over her head gave me a view of her starting with her smoothly shaved thighs. Her equally baby butt smooth pussy lips had a hint of moisture as Dorothy had once again left her panties at home.
Below her midriff, there was more of a rise than normal. Had I not seen her naked many times before, I wouldn’t have noticed it. Sitting there, I was once again presented with her naked body. It turned out I was correct in my assessment like her panties she had left her bra at home. Her larger areola which were darker than they had been when I first saw her naked in Calgary had me take a second look. She still looked absolutely edible. I imagined when she was round with what was likely be my offspring, she would be even more delicious.
She stood there more naked than the naked women on all fours acting as foot stools. She didn’t have a stitch of clothing where as the girls had hoods. Dorothy stepped over Helen and tapped my feet wider. My calf rested on Cheryl’s upper shoulders and on the rounding of her ass when she stepped between my legs. Sitting her bare ass on Cheryl groaned, though more than strong enough to support Helen’s mother’s weight. The additional weight came with an uncovered ass crack and pussy lips pressing against her back.
Cheryl, too, seemed disturbed that an unknown someone was with me. “Who’s there? Who is on me?” Again, there was no reason to answer her. The quick smack on the ass let her know that my earlier rule about not questioning anything was in full effect.
An “ow” was said quite loudly but nothing more was said afterward.
Dorothy leaned forward Unbuttoning my shorts, still Cheryl was silent. “So my daughter gave you a blowjob. And you say it won’t likely happen again. I’m pretty sure my blowing you will. You don’t mind, do you?”
I look at her sitting on Cheryl, with Cheryl’s small tits making small cones pointing at the floor, And even smaller cones closer to the floor pointing in the same direction. “No, I’m not really opposed to it. But I question your timing. Because this is dangerous, and not just because someone might hear.”
Dorothy replied, “Well, they can’t see us, and they can’t hear us. And we rarely have times when I have an excuse to be here when they aren’t. So where’s the harm in it now?” I couldn’t really argue with her logic except she was sitting on Cheryl. I should have stood then and walked away, ending it. But curiosity of how she would go with the girls right there, glued me in place. It was as though she were testing not just my boundaries but hers as well. Trying to understand what she was when no one else but me could see.
She reached into my boxers pulling my dick out. In barely any time at all, she leaned the rest of the way over putting my ballooning cockhead between her lips. I leaned back, enjoying Dorothy’s experienced mouth and tongue. Cheryl had to have noticed the movements as Dorothy started to bob up and down, swirling her tongue around the head expertly. Yet she said nothing.
Temporarily. lifting off my dick, she asked, “Is this what it looks like when Helen is sucking you?” I wanted to say something about not comparing the two, but she immediately put her mouth back around my dick silencing me. She quit using her expert technique and began sucking my dick like she had never sucked one before. She was doing her best to imitate what Helen might have done the night before.
The sight of her lips around my dick was more than merely similar. It was like watching Helen suck me off twenty years in the future. However, the technique that her daughter had used initially during her first blowjob was almost identical. My reaction to Dorothy portraying Helen giving me her first blow job, was beyond what I expected. It had me wanting to blow my load, but Dorothy worked hard at teasing me. Not just with lips and tongue but constantly saying things in a voice that was a dead ringer for Helen. She asked, “Oh, it is so big and hard. Should I lick it?” She didn’t wait but acted nervous and tentative, dabbing her tongue along my rod. “Ah, it’s so hot and hard, but its top is also mushy.” She acted uncertain when she put her lips around my head, her tongue digging into my piss slit. Going down the shaft, she also ran her teeth gently along my dick, scraping it. I winced a bit. She popped off, “Oh, I’m sorry, I guess I shouldn’t do that. But it is so big I don’t know if it will fit. I need a lot more practice.” It was Dorothy saying subconsciously, Helen would give me more BJs in the future.
The next time down my rod, she went further down intentionally gagging herself. She did this a few times, making my dick hit the back of her mouth but not entering her throat. After bobbing up and down a few times, she came completely off my dick, gasping for ait. “It’s just so big. I can’t believe I can’t get it all. I’m so close. I can try harder.”
The actions were a bit too close to the way Helen had sucked on me the night before;. Only Helen was not as verbal. That night she believed I was sleeping and didn’t talk to me. Between the inexperienced act, and dialog while sucking, I continue to grow harder. Dorothy’s teasing got more and more intense until I was ready to blow. But as soon as Dorothy felt the first twitch of my dick, she backed off sounding anxious, “I don’t know if I will like sperm. Does it taste good? Do you have to shoot in my mouth? If you do, is it OK to swallow? Will it mean I’m a slut? Or will I be a bad girl if I don’t? Am I going to have to be spanked if I don’t, or if I am a slut? You are going to spank me, right?”
It was a bit too over the top, but I could see it being something Helen might have said. Over and over Dorothy got me close only to stop just short of my blowing a load into her mouth. I was about ready to lose it completely when she popped off my dick for the second to last time. With the the tenor and cadence as Helen, Dorothy again teased. “Oh, but wouldn’t it be better if you put your stuff into my kitty?”
I was past the point of caring she was playing Helen and said, “Oh yeah, I’m definitely going to put the load in your cunt.”
She clapped her hands like a excited little girl ready for a new adventure. “Goody, but can we do it on the stool over there?” She pointed at Helen.
I saw the mischief in her look. It was as if she wanted to punish Helen for being an interloper. Helen had the audacity to suck me off, and Dorothy needed to show me she was superior to the upstart. Having me fuck her while on Helen would be the perfect way. To be sure of my assessment, I asked, “Why there?”
She failed to answer; instead, she once again bent down enveloping my cock. This time she wrapped her arms around the back of me. Her panting breath on my balls gradually drove me more crazy. Her mouth was up to the head of my dick while pulling me off the chair. My feet were back on the floor and off Cheryl’s back. Dorothy stood up with my balls in her hand, massaging them as she walked me over to where Helen was. Once behind Helen, Dorothy knelt down in front of me, taking my dick into her mouth one more time. She bobbed up and down a few more times before she said, “Ooh yeah, my kitty itches so bad deep inside. The girls at school say doing in like doggies or bent over lets a penis rub that deep itch.” She was maintaining her act like she was Helen.
Dorothy turned and knee-crawled the two feet to lean over Helen’s back. I heard a gasp and whimper come from Helen when Dorothy’s breasts bulged out as she mashed them into Helen’s back. Dorothy’s pussy lips also pressed against Helen’s crack and caused a low mewl, “Oh my God, what’s going on? Who is that?” Dorothy provided the one smack on the center of Helen’s cunt, letting the teen know that she was not to speak. Evidently, Dorothy learned smacking the two girl’s asses meant they were to shut-up and not to question what was going on around them. The smack of Helen’s pussy was something that I might have done. Though I didn’t know how she knew many punishments, of Helen included smacking on her cunt for both punishment and pleasure. Helen quit saying anything, but I did hear a bit of a sob come from her. She would have to put up with the unknown woman lying on her back.
Dorothy continued in her Helen-voice and looked over her shoulder, “Please go slow. You’re so big, but I want to try. I need you to take me and be my first.” She wagged her ass at me, which almost ruined the illusion of her being Helen.
But her antics were not enough to resist screwing her. I positioned my dick at her cunt’s entrance and pushed it in slowly at first, as I would with any virgin. Dorothy continued to act like a virgin while I pressed my dick into her. She had tightened her pelvic floor and pussy muscles even more, doing her best to make her passage feel like a virgin pussy.
Dorothy continued to act like Helen. I shouldn’t have, but I liked her role-playing like she was her daughter. She said, “Oh my God ... You’re putting it in me. God, it’s so big ... Augh ... I can’t take it. You’re splitting me. Oh please ... please pull out! It’s too much.” Half a second later she said, “No, wait, oh so big. No, don’t ... don’t move. I like it. Please, God, I can’t believe I’m taking it. Oh yes, give me more of that wonderful penis. It’s so hard ... so hard. Oh God, it’s so good.”
I joined her for a second in the role-playing. I was already deep enough that had she really been a virgin, I would have ripped through her hymen long ago. But playing along, I said, “It’s best to just pull off the band-aid.”
“Oh, no!” Dorothy bellowed.
“Oh, yes,” I said. I planned on seizing Dorothy’s hip bones, but they were plastered to Helen’s butt. Instead, I grabbed Helen’s hipbones. Yanking them sandwiched Dorothy between us. She grunted as I drove my dick balls deep in her.
“Augh ... So fucking full, you’ve sliced me in two. I feel your dick in my throat,” Dorothy said, able to maintain her act. But the grunt was all Dorothy.
I held myself deep inside her when I realized my balls were not hanging down freely. They were resting against Helen’s ass crack. It gave me an idea. Dorothy, since Canada, had been getting closer and closer to engaging her daughter in sex. She had backed out every time, though appearing to have wanted to go further. And Helen had shown submissive tendencies much like her mother. I could have Helen experience being a sex toy for someone while being punished. It would be a safe environment and likely last a short duration.
I slid my hand under Dorothy’s and locked her palm on the top of mine with my fingers. I moved our hands to Helen’s small hanging cone. I told the roll playing Dorothy, “Playing with your titties is more exciting while fucking.” It was first time I had rubbed my hand over Helen’s small cone and hardened nipple. It was so exciting to feel the young, pliable flesh and Helen’s reaction to my hands. But it was also so wrong to be doing it, but the light moan which start from Helen, became my excuse to continue. She was enjoying her learning to be a plaything for someone else.
Helen’s breath caught, and I could feel her tremble both in my hand and with my balls. I filled my mind with kittens in a blender as I started to stroke in and out of Dorothy’s hot hole. The whole time groping Helen’s tit. Helen’s moans became more pronounced as my hand squeezed and massaged her little cone, and my balls bounced off her ass. The two women I had begun to think of as one person, one body, the Helen-Dorothy. I went further in the roll playing. “See how rolling and pulling on your nipples adds to the experience.”
Dorothy’s hand was still atop mine as I rolled the hard nub atop the marshmallow-ed cone that was hardening as well. When I pulled out on the pink bud, both of the Fields women groaned. Maintaining the slow stroking through Dorothy’s constricting velvet passage, I said, “Now you do it. Pleasure yourself.” I swapped our hands locations. I put mine on the back of Dorothy’s and squeezed on it as it did the same to Helen’s tit. Dorothy shivered under me as her hand wrapped her daughter’s cone. The initial resistance to groping Helen in this way ended when I became insistent. Forcing her to do what she had flirted with many times.
Helen immediately knew the difference. She whined a bit as Dorothy got more into groping her young daughter’s mammary. “Now roll your nipple and pinch it. You’ll love it.” Helen whimpered at the unknown fingers pinching her nub. Dorothy hesitation evaporated quickly. In no time she was using her other hand on Helen’s other tit with no instigation from me. The second tit being pinched and pulled on had Helen sniveling while her cunt filled with lube; her body loving the painful stimulation.
With Helen being conflicted about what was happening to her, I changed what was happening to her. The running of my dick in and out of Dorothy’s cunt didn’t change. But I pushed in as deep as I could with every harder thrust. I said in the Helen-Dorothy’s ear, “Your clit needs some attention. It will give you an orgasm like no other.”
She moaned her reply, “Yes, play with my clitty.”
“No. It’s your clit. You can do it. Let me show you,” I responded. It wasn’t the right thing to say but nothing we were doing was right. Still I led the resistant hand under mine down the roundness of an under-tit that had no fold over even when upright. The movement over the taut, trembling stomach below her was slow. I was enthralled with the feeling and what would happen when we got to the goal.
Dorothy only moaned, “Oh God, I’m really doing this.”