Arousing Family

by Emelia Andersen

  I knew my ass was stuffed but I couldn't tell with how much of Big Ben until I felt Ben's balls slapping against mine and I knew once again I had taken every bit of his foot long in my ass. I've got to say even though Ben's big dick ids the only one I've had buried in my ass it is one fantastic feeling.

  That's when I noticed Noreen had retrieved and put on her 10 inch strap on. She returned to the bed and rubbing Ben's back said, "You are awesome on the back end Ben, how do you do when you're in front of the action? Ever had a big girl give it to you?"

  "I like being in front just fine Noreen. I've had girls do me but never a big girl. Can you do it big time?" answered Ben as he continued to pump the length of his big dick in my ass.

  "Well you're in for a treat Ben." Said Noreen, "I'm going to give it to you the big girl way, bang you're tight little ass and make you love it."

  I believe the thought of getting it up the ass from Noreen was all Ben could take because he soon pushed in all the way and held me tightly before shooting his load. Ben rubbed my shoulders and as he slowly pulled out he said, "I hope you enjoyed that Russell because I sure did."

  Noreen spoke before I could get my wits about me, "That is the first time I've had the pleasure of seeing a good old fashioned boy butt fuck but I sure don't want this to be the last time. Damn Ben you're one hell of a butt banger and Russell, took it all big guy. Wow that's some serious man ass."

  I rolled onto my side and said, "I hope it looked good because damn it felt spectacular."

  "Well here comes something else special boys." said Noreen as she was lubing up Ben's butt kneeling in front of her on all fours on the bed

  Noreen was quickly probing two fingers in Ben's butt when he turned and said, "I think I'm good to go Noreen."

  Tapping her strap on against his butt with her right hand she replied, "Well I've got the goods this time Ben." rubbing Ben's ass wither left hand adding, "This pumpkin feels ripe so let's get to it."

  Ben gave out a sigh as Noreen pushed the big head of her strap on into his ass. I was sitting next to Ben rubbing his shoulders as Noreen gently pushed forward. He had his eyes closed but a very satisfied look on his face.

  I could feel Ben's body tense up some each time Noreen pushed a little more of the dildo into his ass and then he would rock back slightly as she pulled back. This kept up as Noreen worked more of those 10 inches into Ben's ass. Finally Noreen's belly slapped against Ben's butt sounding out that she had bottomed out up his ass.

  Noreen had a good hold on Ben's hips and was pumping every one of those ten inches in his ass and it was no surprise that Ben was loving it. I moved around behind Noreen and hugged her around the waist with one hand and took a fat tit in the other. I just held on letting her motion move me as I kissed her neck and shoulders.

  We stayed like this for quite a while until Noreen pushed all the way in and held Ben around the waist with her right arm and was playing with his balls with her left hand. Ben you are one awesome boy toy to have around. I owe Russell big time for this."

  Then she pulled back removing her strap on from Ben's ass. He just eased forward flat on his stomach as Noreen straightened up in front of me. I hugged her tightly and said, "That was good wasn't it?"

  She turned her head and said, "Infuckingcredible Russell, now give me a hand getting out of this contraption. Boy I'm drained. Banging man ass really wears a body out." She said.

  Ben took a deep breath and replied, "Don't I know it, taking a lot in on this end takes a lot out of you too."

  We all laughed at that and Noreen laid down saying, "Come on and snuggle up boys. I need a rest after that dose of you two young bucks. You're wearing me out." She paused then said, "But I'll be back for more." We all came together in a three way hug, Ben and I on nuzzled on either side of Noreen and settled in for a brief nap.

  An hour and a half later we all awoke, my hand met Ben's at Noreen's pussy and we knew we were ready to get going. Noreen was as ready as Ben and I grabbing both of out asses and saying, "That's it boys, heat up that honey pot, I'm rested and ready for more."

  Ben swung around kneeling next to Noreen and went down on her while she reached out to get her left hand on his cock. Then holding my balls in her right then she said, "Bring that sweet meat up here so I can suck on it."

  Noreen was enjoying Ben's efforts licking her pussy and I was certainly enjoying her cock sucking talents as I played with her fat jugs tweaking her nipples. I leaned down close to Noreen's face and said softly, "Two stiff dicks I think you need to double your pleasure."

  Noreen pulled back letting my dick slip from between her lips and said, "Oh Russell you read my mind. Now let's get going on that." She then turned to Ben and said, "Ben it's time for you to take on a mighty mission. We're gonna see if you're man enough to take on my big ass."

  Ben lifted his head and rubbed Noreen's pussy answering, "It's a big job but when there's ass to fuck I'm always ready for a challenge. And the bigger the better."

  As Noreen rolled onto her stomach and spread her legs Ben grabbed the lube and began working on lubricating her ass in preparation for Big Ben. After getting two condoms I took Ben's stiff dick in my hand to make sure he was good and hard.

  With two of his skilled fingers working into Noreen's butthole and his cock stiff in my hand Ben nodded at me and I rolled a condom on him. After getting my own on we helped Noreen up onto her knees and I positioned myself on my back in front of her.

  Noreen straddled my hips and lowered her wet pussy onto my dick. Once she was settled Noreen turned to looked at Ben who was lined up right behind her and said, "OK Ben I'm ready to take everything the two of you can dish out, so stick it to me."

  I reached around to spread Noreen's butt cheeks and she grunted loudly as Ben poked the head of his cock in her greased up ass. Noreen was slowly going up and down on me and Ben was matching her motions. Even being on the bottom of the action this was fucking sweet.

  After working inch by inch Noreen sank down taking the full length of my nine inches in her pussy at the same Ben bottomed out Big Ben in her back door. Noreen had her eyes closed and looked to be in ecstasy with cock stuffed in her on both ends.

  That's when Ben leaned down on her back and whispered in Noreen's ear, "You took it all now are you up for really getting your big butt pounded?"

  Noreen opened her eyes to look at me, licked her lips and said, "Do your best Ben."

  With that Ben raised up on his knees, took a handful of Noreen's ample hips in each hand, pulled half of his big dick out of Noreen's ass and began pumping Big Ben in and out with all his weight behind it.

  As he was really pounding against Noreen's ass and driving their combined weight down on top of me he used my trick and grabbed her by the hair with one hand and pulled her head back. Noreen braced her arms raising her chest off of me and began yelling, "oh my god oh my god".

  I took the opportunity to get both hands on her fat tits as they bounced before me. I would have liked to bump my hips up to push my cock in and out of Noreen's pussy but Ben was fucking her ass so hard I couldn't get any push up off the bed. The sound of Ben's sweaty belly smacking against Noreen's wide ass was filling he room. I have to say this was one awesome experience.

  After giving Noreen a solid butt banging Ben finally pushed Big Ben all the way in, hugged her around the waist and came. I shot my own load right after that as he pulled out and jumped on Noreen's back.

  That just about did us all in and after rolling into a pile with Noreen in the middle we drifted off to sleep. In the morning Ben said he had to get going but when he came back from taking a leak to see me fucking Noreen he patiently waited his turn and gave her one for the road.

  We certainly plan on getting together with Ben again and we'll see how things go from there.

  The End.

  A St. Paddy’s Day Memory

  Lorena had only had a couple of drinks at the office St. Patrick's Day party. However, she did have a light buzz going as she climbed into
her car, fumbled the keys out of her purse, dropped them on the floor, found them again and finally tried to insert the trunk key in the ignition. It took her a few moments to realize her mistake, but she finally got the car started. She knew she ought not be driving, but she convinced herself that she wasn't drunk enough to be a danger to anybody and pulled out of the parking lot. She stopped at the gate, blinking until she only saw two posts on either side, then very carefully rolled out into the main road and pointed her nose home. It was only a thirty-minute drive home, but she was completely breathless and nearly sober by the time she finally pulled into her driveway.

  As she hit the garage door button, she thought back on her drive home. She'd seen a number of very busy policemen and another who'd waved her around a car with it's rear end sticking out of a ditch. Another three had been busy with drunks – a man in handcuffs getting loaded in the back of a patrol car, a woman on the side being given a sobriety test and the another leaning into a car window. This St. Patrick's weekend wasn't much different from most others. With a very relieved sigh, she pulled into her garage and remained sitting in the car for a few minutes, shaking as she realized how close she'd come to getting caught.

  Lorena was an older lady, just a little over fifty, but didn't look it. She was still a very good-looking woman. Most of her kids had already grown and flown the coop. Her youngest boy, Jeffrey, was still technically living at home, although he was currently three states away in college or, as he said affecting a European posture, "at University." She stepped out of her car, watched the garage door close, then turned to the mud room door. As she pushed it open, she heard a whisper of something that sounded like wings and a slight breeze ruffled her hair. She spun around, almost losing her balance as the spikes on her high heels caught the edge of the steps, barely saving herself a fall by grabbing the stair rail. She looked around, up and behind her, but she didn't see anything. She mentally cursed the damned spike-heeled platforms she'd learned to love as a young girl.

  "What the fuck," she muttered aloud to herself, "damn cops on the road got me all jumpy."

  She shook the feeling out of her head and walked on in, flipping the lights on. She was still a little spooked, so she lit the place up, checking out the kitchen and the big pantry, before walking through the family room, the living room, and down the hallway, pushing open the unused bedroom doors as she went. She finally ended up in her bedroom and, leaving all the lights on, shrugged out of her dress and kicked off her shoes. With a final suspicious peek into her roomy walk-in closet, she dropped her purse on her bed and stripped down to her stockings, bra and half-slip. Reaching under the half-slip, she wriggled out of her tight, so-called control-top, panties, sighing as the breeze hit her damp, bare cunt. She stood for a few seconds, not realizing that she was standing in front of her dresser mirror as she caressed her de-haired pussy. She didn't like to shave, but she liked the smooth feeling of being hairless, so she waxed her vulva, legs and arms. She used a depilatory cream on her face and eyebrows, penciling the eyebrows in when she fixed her makeup. When she realized that she was standing in front of the mirror, she quickly pulled her hands off her pussy and grinned at her reflection.

  "What say we play with Dickie after a while," she asked her reflection.

  "Dickie" was her fat, ten-inch vibrating Chinese dildo. An ebony wood creation, it had knobs and rounded spikes carved into it, a bottom mounted dragon that fit deep into her asshole and a top-mounted ram that tickled her clitoris. It was hollowed out for the vibrating machinery. She'd had several dildos that had served her more or less satisfactorily, but when she was given Dickie by an oriental girlfriend, she'd fallen in love with it at first try. It was long enough to press against her cervix, the dragon fit pleasurably deep in her asshole and the ram's twin curled horns cradled her clittie just right. Lorena smiled at her reflection once more, patted her pussy and padded barefoot toward the kitchen, feeling a little peckish. As she passed Jeff's room, she again heard the whisper of wings and stumbled slightly, shivering with a sudden terror that washed over her instantly.

  "What the fuck!" she gasped, ducking and dropping almost to her knees as she looked around her in a panic finding . . . nothing.

  Lorena panted, gasping as she squatted, fingers digging into the carpet and sheer terror freezing her in place. She stared wildly around her, unable to move a muscle as she tried to peer into Jeff's bedroom, but she still saw nothing.

  "If there's nothing there, then what in the fuck am I scared of," she quavered to herself, "nothing, right?" she tried to laugh but only shuddered with fear.

  She finally managed to unhook her fingers from the carpeting and, standing up, crept up beside Jeff's bedroom door and peeked around the door edge. She'd opened the door earlier on the way to her bedroom, but she hadn't turned on the light and was unable to see with the dim light shining in from the hall light. Timidly she reached a fearful hand to the inside light switch and flipped it on, flooding the small bedroom with the bright overhead light. Mustering up her courage, she hesitantly walked in. She thought of calling the police, but what would she tell them? That she thought she'd heard a noise and it had scared her? They'd laugh at her, but then . . . wasn't that what the police were for? To dispel the bogeyman or the idea of a bogeyman? No, there was no need for them. There was nothing here that could hurt her. It had to have been the central air she'd heard and felt, still . . . she spotted Jeff's old baseball bat and picked it up. Hefting it made her feel better. Randy had taken the guns when he'd left with that young, Swedish bimbo, the bastard, she fussed, he'd left her defenseless. Oh, well, she sighed as she stood up on trembling legs, she was still hungry and hadn't seen anything. She continued on to the kitchen, still shaken, convincing herself that it was the central air that she'd felt. Regardless, she kept the bat in her hands and left the light in Jeff's room on.

  She raised the bat as she stepped into the kitchen, ready to swing at anyone or anything who might jump at her. Still nothing. She shrugged and assayed a feeble chuckle at her fear as she pulled the peanut butter and honey from the cupboard and dug out the last slice of pumpernickel. That's all she wanted anyway, she told herself, just a half sandwich. She quickly slathered peanut butter and honey on it, plated it, poured herself a half-glass of skim milk and, grabbing a napkin, headed for the family room, figuring on watching some TV and eating her sandwich. With the baseball bat under her arm, she settled into Randy's old armchair – her armchair now – kicked on the boob tube and sat back to eat her solitary half-sandwich and drink her milk.

  Between the alcohol she'd drunk, the lateness of the hour and her hunger pangs gone, Lorena leaned back in the chair, tucked her feet under her and dozed with the late, late, late show. The bat slowly slipped out of her hand and thudded softly on the thick pile carpeting. The last few sips of her milk sat beside the last bite of her sandwich as she snored softly. She'd been aslept for a few minutes when, as if gently pulled by an invisible hand, her left foot slipped out from under her. It stood straight out, held by an unseen hand as it swung to the side. She stirred and groaned softly without awakening. Then her right foot came out, just as softly and gently as her left, leaving her sitting on the back of her butt – the bottom of her spine. She stirred again as her feet came up, seemingly to the waist of a standing person.

  Suddenly, Lorena came awake, staring wildly around her and gripping the arms of the chair desperately, trying to keep from sliding forward. The invisible grip shifted up, pulling one leg at a time until both unseen hands curved under her soft, supple thighs. The woman was so terrified that she was unable to make a sound as she stared wildly to her front, trying hard to see what held her. She felt an invisible hand clutch her throat, stopping all sound, stopping her breath. It pulled her forward some more, her slip sliding further up her thighs as if pushed by an unseen, invisibly caressing hand, a strange feeling filling her mind and body, an powerful urge to yield to her feelings. She felt an arousing stimulation deep in her belly. As the feeling arose,
she half-closed her eyes, slowly relaxing, her thighs sliding up onto a pair of unseeable hips, her heels pressing together around them, pulling the invisible, unknown man to her. He was a man, she knew as the head of a heavy, thick, invisible cock pushed between her wetly aroused, pouting cunt lips. Lorena arched her belly up to meet his and closed her eyes, her mouth gaping as she surrendered her body to his touch, her skin prickling with goose bumps as fear fought with lust.

  As her body slid forward on the chair, her hips arose, hoisted by invisible hands, the unseen prick smoothly slipping into her gaping, creamily gushing pussy and . . . stopped. She moaned her desire, a low, throaty, growling involuntarily pulled from deep inside her. Her voice climbed into a high, fast, whimpering gasp as she panted. She wanted it in her. Her hips rolled up, trying to take the thick, hard cock inside her.

  "P-p-p-please!" she begged, "p-p-please . . ."

  She felt the wordless demand. It came cruelly into her mind. It wasn't words it was simply a demand from . . . herself?

  "Please what," it whispered in her mind, "Please what! Please what! Please what! Please what! Please what! Please what!" it echoed over and over and over.

  "Please what?!" she gasped then gave the answer demanded, "plee-ee-eeze! Fuck me! Fuck ME-EE!" her voice climbed, "PLEASE! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME!! FUCK MEE-EE-EE-EE!!" she screamed, "FUCK-K-K MEE-EE-EE!!"

  She felt a low, throaty man's chuckle deep in her mind. It was a cruelly evil sound. What was it? Her mind fought with her animal lust. She wanted his thick, hard meat slamming into her, wanted him to fuck her hard, wanted to welcome it, but in her mind, she didn't want it either. It was very unwelcome intrusion, but her hot, wet cunt hungered for it. With a deep, sobbing cry that wracked her body, she yielded to this unknown . . . thing that was slowly possessing her soft, creaming cunt. As his hands shifted, sliding up to her waist, she rolled her hips in a desperate effort and . . . succeeded! His stiff shaft sank to his unseen balls into her. Her cry of despair became a gasping wail of lusty victory. Her hips quivering, she held her breath in tightly and squeezed her vaginal muscles tightly around his thickly impaling stiffness, cumming – hard. As the slamming wave of pleasure washed over her, she eased and threw her hips into his again, sobbing with the sheer pleasure of his suddenly plunging cock.