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 Keeping with schedule, Kendra and Mark made love as soon as he returned
home from work. The newly engaged couple eagerly leapt into each others arms, despite
a brewing dinner that needed tending. Mark couldn't help it -- he had been plagued with
a severe erection the entire drive home. He had to be with is love. Ever since she agreed
to be his wife a month prior, he couldn't go more than a few hours without making love
to her.
The morning was guaranteed. Mark's morning hard-on quickly sought relief in
the gorgeous, olive-skinned woman sleeping next to him. Add to that the arrival from
work, and another fucking before bedtime, and the couple made love an average of
three times a day. Weekends were sometimes higher. With this being a Friday, Mark
was looking forward to curling up with Kendra for hours on end and loving her to his
last ounce of passion.
Depending on how tired they were, Mark and Kendra often slept naked in each
others arms. But this night, they were awake a good half-hour or so after finishing their
love-making, so both had put something back on. For Mark, it was a pair of boxers.
Kendra put on an enhancing pair of panties and a nightshirt hat barely covered her waist.
They drifted off to sleep...
Mark was used to their bodies working apart form one another during the course
of the night. So when he subconsciously realized her warm, sexy body wasn't making
direct contact, his mind found nothing unusual. But when his middle-of-the-night hard-
on asked him to relieve some of the pressure by slightly humping her ass, he realized
Kendra was gone.
He looked out into the room, unable to see anything at first. The outside lights
allowed him to begin to focus on the slight images before him. He made out the desk,
the desk chair, and the wicker chair next to the bed. And Kendra.
She was standing next to the chair, and he realized she was moving her arm up
and down. Mark sat up, and clicked on the light next to the bed. She was rubbing the
phone between her legs!
"Honey?"
Kendra didn't answer. She continued rubbing the phone vigorously against her
silk panties and the cunt they covered. Her eyes were glazed, and apparently unfocused.
"Honey?" mark said again as he reached for her.
Kendra started moving. She walked to the bedroom door, which was left open,
and moved past it. She was sleepwalking! Mark laughed to himself as he realized she
must be rather horny to be making it with the phone! As far as he knew, Kendra never
masturbated. She refused to even discuss the subject.
He got out of bed and went after her. He was careful, not wishing to wake her.
He had heard you weren't supposed to for some reason, and didn't want to give her a
heart-attack. He managed to take slight hold of her arm, and guide her back to the bed.
She hesitated, then climbed under the sheets. Mark clicked off the lights, and kissed
Kendra on the lips. She stirred underneath him.
"Mmm. Hi, honey. Do you want to make love?"
"Do I ever!"
Mark slid his hand under her nightshirt and began rubbing her breasts.
"Ooh, Mark, I'm all tingly. How'd I get so horny?'
"Must be sleeping in the same bed with me." He kissed her again, sliding her
panties down underneath the covers as he did. Kendra kicked them free, and embraced
her fiancee as he mounted her. The weekend was off to a good start.
Mark had been pretty sleepy when he first noticed Kendra was missing, and
barely remembered the incident the next morning. The couple lounged around the
house, ate lunch with friends, and had sex a couple of times. The incident was gone,
forgotten.
But when night rolled around once again, and Mark happened to wake up and
find Kendra gone, the memory returned. "Again?" he muttered to himself. Actually, it
was kind of fun! He sat up in the bed, and strained to make out the details in the
darkness. Mark pretty much figured she was in the bathroom. She couldn't be
sleepwalking again. But the place was dead quiet, and no light trickled from underneath
the bathroom door.
Mark got out of bed, curious but not really concerned. He adjusted the stiff cock
in his boxers, hoping Kendra would be up for a middle-of-the-night fucking. He walked
down the dark hallway, still seeing no signs of her. Now he was starting to get
concerned. Where was she?
He entered the living room, struggling to make his way in the dark. He wouldn't
let his mind develop the thought that she might have left him. She was here...
somewhere.
He still couldn't see very well, but his ears finally gave him an answer. He heard
a slight rubbing sound. It was rhythmic and continuous, and coming from the window.
Mark found the hallway light switch, and clicked it on. The reflected light from the
hallway spilled into the room, illuminating Kendra's pert little ass humping the
lamppost. Her nightshirt lifted up and down with her rubbing motions, exposing her
cheeks and the thin line of panty that separated them.
Mark started smiling, but wasn't sue what to say. He walked up to his beloved,
and noticed her eyes were transfixed in front of her. It dawned on him... she was asleep!
Mark stepped back and watched. He heard you shouldn't wake sleepwalkers, and
who would want to when she was doing this?? Kendra's legs were locked around the
lamppost, her hips sliding her crotch up and down the length. Her hands held the shaft
lightly. The lampshade pressed and bent against the forms of her breasts.
Mark slipped his hand in his pants as he watched his fiancee' stimulate herself.
Her panties had become transparent from her sopping pussy, but her face showed no
sign of arousal or consciousness.
Mark's boxers dropped to the floor as he furiously jerked his cock. The wonder
at her actions disappeared at his growing lust. The only objects he had ever seen against
his wife's pussy were his penis and her panties. He became mesmerized by the gold post
hugged so tightly against her by her legs. The gliding of her cunt up and down the length
suggested more of a ticklish feeling than a pounding, filling thrust inside her. Her hips
bounced so lightly with her strokes down the pole, a movement he had never seen her
perform before. He wanted that bounce on his cock. He wanted that oblivious attention
to his own shaft.
He carefully moved closer. He didn't want to wake her, especially now. He
wasn't concerned about scaring her, he was concerned about losing his chance for this
kind of sex with his bride-to-be.
He maneuvered his arm near the lamp post and allowed Kendra's fingers to close
around it. Once her hands were free, he slowly pulled the post from her humping hips
and locked legs. Her cunt seemed to push out, searching for the lost stimulation. Mark
drew her against his body, bringing her crotch against his own hard shaft.
Kendra resumed her humping motions, but now with her arms around mark. She
rubbed herself up and down on his throbbing cock as eagerly and as unknowingly as she
had with the lamp post.
Mark began breathing loudly. He wanted to moan, but feared the sound would
wake her. He wanted to push the tip of his penis into her, but felt that was a sure way to
snap her out of the trance. So he stood there, naked from the wait down, and let his wife
move herself up and down his cock. The silken panties offered a smooth, sensual touch.
He wondered if it was enough from him to launch his sperm between them.
The motion became maddening, and he knew her had to enter her. T hell with
waking her up! He had to fuck his fiancee! He gripped his penis in his hand, and worked
it past the thin, humping bit of fabric that guarded her moist vagina.
"Uhh.." her first sounds. It was a soft moan. A quiet response to the pleasure her
body was knowing. Kendra's humping continued, but adjusted to bring Mark's penis
into her. Mark didn't have to move. Kendra repeatedly thrust herself onto him as the two
embraced in standing ecstasy
Mark felt a different and intense orgasm spring from his body. He came into his
beloved Kendra as their two bodies melded in a late-night fuck. She still wasn't
conscious! Mark picked her up, and carried her back to the bedroom.
"I was doing what???"
"You were masturbating with the lamp post." Kendra's face turned beet red as
she sat across from Mark the next morning. The word 'masturbation' was enough to
make her very uncomfortable. To suggest she actually did it was absolutely mortifying.
Kendra was simple in her sexual attitudes. She always called it "love-making" never
"fucking" or any of the other many phrases used to mean sexual intercourse.
"Do you remember?"
"You're making it up!"
"I'm, not, you were rubbing yourself on the lamp post."
Kendra had been sitting across from her husband dressed only in the bra and
panties she had been wearing all night. She had removed the nightshirt and replaced it
with a robe, which she now closed in retribution. "How dare you say that!" She turned
away in shame.
"It's no big deal, honey. You're body wanted it. granted, I wish you woke me up,
but you weren't in a normal mind. It's just as well, I enjoyed watching you."
"I think you dreamt the whole thing!"
"I can't believe you have no memory! You don't remember fucking me?"
"Mark!" Kendra whined. "Must you use language like that? Must you reduce our
acts of love to something so vulgar?"
"So you do remember!"
Kendra was about to respond, when they heard a knock at the door. Mark got
about, smiling at the horrified Kendra, and went to answer it.
"Alan! Hey, come in. We're just sitting down to breakfast. Want some cereal?"
Mark motioned for his long-time friend to enter. The two had met in school, and had
remained good friends ever since.
"Morning, Kendra."
"Good morning, Alan." Kendra pulled her robe a little tighter. A few moments
earlier, and her breasts would have been mostly bared. She tied the robe shut, glaring at
Mark as she did, and poured some cereal into her bowl.
Mark grabbed a bowl for Alan from the cupboard. "Kendra is a little mad at me
this morning. I caught her sleepwalking last night, and she thinks I'm making it up."
"Mark!" Kendra whined.
Mark mouthed "Don't worry" as Alan reached for the cereal box. He wasn't
going to say what she was doing during her sleepwalk, so Kendra relaxed a bit.
"Sleepwalking, eh? Did you wake her up?"
"Nah, they say your not supposed to. I found her in the family room. She doesn't
remember a bit of it."
"Must be some kind of stress or something. I don't know, what causes
sleepwalking?"
"Who knows?"
Alan looked towards Kendra. "Have you ever sleepwalked before?"
"Not that I know of."
"Must be the wedding. You've put the girl under too much stress, my man!"
They all laughed with the comment.
Kendra loosened up as the morning progressed. Alan left after an hour, and
Kendra became apologetic.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you this morning." She kissed Mark's cheek as she
spoke.
"So, you admit to masturbating with the lamp post?"
"Of course not. I don't remember even dreaming. It was simply a fantasy in your
mind."
"I swear it wasn't!"
Kendra pressed her finger to his lips. "Shhhh. I like that you fantasize about me.
Now... what was I doing in this dream of yours?" She dropped her robe to the floor.
Mark eyed the gorgeous, sexy body in front of him. God, he loved the blend of
her skin with those dainty white panties. Her breasts heaved with anticipation. Mark
knew last night was real, but had no problem in making it real again.
When bedtime came again Mark didn't give a thought to Kendra's previous night
adventure. He crawled into bed, made love to her, then quickly fell into a pleasant sleep.
Two nights, two sleepwalks. Mark wondered if a trend was forming. Then he
wondered if she had done this before, and he had missed it! That would suck! He had to
know if she did this often, or at least if she would do it again. Kendra was a very deep
sleeper, perhaps that's what allowed her to sleepwalk in the first place. As she prepared
for bed that night, Mark set his watch alarm. It was a fairly quiet sound, and probably
wouldn't wake her. But he wouldn't have any problem responding to it.
They went to sleep. As planned, the alarm woke up Mark a few hours later. He
felt for his sleeping wife-to-be. His hand mushed into the softness of a breast. He gently
stroked her prized anatomy, then rest the alarm. A little later, he awoke again. Kendra
was still sleeping beautifully next to him. One more time, he thought, then drifted back
to sleep.
The alarm went off for the third time. The soft beeping awoke him, and he
quickly moved his hands to locate the body next to him.
It wasn't there.
Mark sprang out of bed, wondering what sort of action his wife was performing
now. he was half-excited, and half-concerned. What was making her get up in the
middle of the night and find something to stimulate her cunt? Was he man enough for
her? Was she faking her ecstasy?
He hurriedly checked the bathrooms. No Kendra. He stormed down the hallway
and into the living room. He flicked the light switch. No Kendra. Now he was starting to
feel more fear than excitement.
Where was she?
He was about to start searching the closets when he felt a slightly chilly draft
spill across his legs. The doorwall was open! The night sounds poured into the room. He
moved quickly to the open glass, noting the sound of sprinklers as he did.
Kendra was outside. She was standing off in the distance, on the public area of
grass between the buildings. Water sprayed into a fine mist around her face and
shoulders. But it was a steady, bursting stream that shot out of the sprinkler and against
her soaked panties. There she was, standing bare-breasted over a sprinkler that turned its
spray onto her, past her, and then back across her in a quick motion.
The force of the sprinkler looked powerful, and Kendra was slightly hunched as
she received the impact of the spray against her cunt. The water splashed up her body,
and large droplets fell from her hardened nipples to the ground. She wasn't as
motionless as she had been before. She now played slowly with her breasts, spreading
the flowing water across her chest and stimulating her nipples as the hard throb of the
water splashed against her pussy. The sound of the interrupted spray seemed to perfectly
capture the concept of dousing silk panties. A rippling sound... a sweet, silky rippling
sound that was more enticing than the sound of the water against her skin.
Mark quickly realized his wife was in plain view for all to see. She was dressed
only in panties, and those were so completely soaked and battered they looked like the
water would rip them off at any second. He heard a soft moan make it through the crash
of the water. If anyone was awake and looking out their window, they would see Mark's
fiancee's naked body enjoying a heightened sexual arousal.
But, oh God was it hot! Mark once again felt a swelling in his pants. It was as if
an entirely different side of his wife-to-be lived in her unconscious mind. A sexy,
thrilling, fuck-me-hard type of personality that he wanted to surface. She was so
gorgeous, so sexy... if she only fully utilized that power in their normal love-making!
Mark didn't see any lights or staring eyes. As far as he could tell, everyone in
the complex was nestled in their beds and fast asleep. Too bad for them. They were
missing an image of beauty that Mark couldn't imagine being surpassed. Those glinting,
dripping dopiest on her legs. The second skin of transparent white clinging to her
buttocks. Her poised, yearning body desperate to be satisfied and filled with manhood.
Mark dropped his shorts and pulled off his shirt. He let his penis flop naturally as he
walked over to Kendra. He stood behind her, and slowly let his body press against her
backside. His nakedness meeting hers... his lust intertwining with her lust....
He moved his hands onto the wet silk. Her skin was so smooth and soft. The
dampened panties felt heavier as he slid them down Kendra's legs. Her fresh, dripping
pussy continued to receive the splash of the sprinkler as it moved across her body. Some
of the spray made it to Mark's face and dripped into his mouth. He drank the blessed
water and began licking the moisture from her bare legs.
He wanted to fuck her in the stream, but knew the intense shot of the water
wouldn't do his groin any favors. He pulled Kendra down to the ground, and turned her
towards him. The sprinkler now shot into her back with a low thud. He still received the
misty spray that splashed over her shoulders. Steady streams of water ran down her
chest. Mark moved his mouth to her right nipple, sucking the soft pink and tasting the
sweetened water.
Her body chilled him slightly as it dripped onto him. He moved her to his lap,
eager for his cock to find the pleasant warmth inside her. He buried his face between her
breasts, nuzzling the tender flesh and the water that ran down his cheeks. He lowered
her onto his penis, and loved her slowly as he caressed his love and the water caressed
them both. Kendra didn't moan, but her breath suffered short interruptions with his
slow, methodic thrusts. He continued to suck at her breasts, which now easily popped
out of his mouth as he bounced her on him. He pecked at them, sometimes waiting for a
large drop to from on the nipple before taking it into his mouth.
He wondered quickly if anyone had come to their window since the fucking
started. He didn't care. He was making love to his future wife, and nothing else
mattered.
"Oh, Kendra, oh baby..." he came inside her, filling her already wet cunt with his
sperm. He moved her body up and down, enjoying the slurping sounds his entered penis
made in her pussy... enjoying the sight of fresh, clear water running down her stomach,
onto his shaft, and onto the ground beneath them. He allowed her body bend backwards,
causing his penis to slip out of her cunt. The spray shot into his chest as it moved in its
semi-circle. He admired Kendra's wonderful frame beneath him, and watched as the
water mixed with his sperm and carried it into the earth.
God he loved her.
If only she could be awake. if only she could feel this complete bliss and
incredible love while she was conscious. Mark didn't let himself get discouraged. If her
subconscious was calling for it, eventually it would surface. Eventually, her deepest
yearnings would come forward and her true sexuality would be known. Nothing could
stop that.
Mark carried his future bride back into the apartment, her dripping wet panties
laying softly over her breasts.
As he expected, Kendra didn't believe the description of the event. Mark tried to
convince her, even showing her the still damp panties, but Kendra wouldn't buy it. She
wouldn't make love in a public place, she was sure of that. Intimate emotions and
activities were meant for private places and pleasures. And she certainly didn't need the
help of a stiff sprinkler stream to quench her sexual appetites. She was a normal girl
who liked normal love-making.
The weekend was over. Mark went to work on Monday morning still thinking
about the sex he had enjoyed. He couldn't help but tell someone. At lunch, he called his
old friend Alan.
"She's still sleepwalking?" he asked when Mark began the story.
'Yeah, but you won't believe this... she's getting off while doing it!"
"Getting off? What do you mean?'
"She was, ahh, rubbing herself on a lamp post the first night."
"Holy shit! That must have been cool!"
"It was!"
"Did you wake her up and do her?"
"No, man, that's the weirdest part! I took off my clothes, pulled her into me, and
she never woke up."
"You fucked her, and she didn't wake up?"
"Yeah!"
"God, you must be a lousy lay!"
'Shut the hell up! Get this -- last night, she went outside, and stood over a
sprinkler!"
"What!!!"
"Yeah, it was incredible! She was naked, except for her underwear, and stood in
the spray of the sprinkler, which happened to hit her... you know where."
"And you didn't call me?"
"Um, no. I was too busy fucking her. Besides, you don't get to see her naked,
that's my job."
"I'll fill in for you if you want."
"Hey, watch it! Don't make me worry about you!"
"Sorry, I'm just kidding. So let me get this straight. You fucked her outside last
night?"
"Yep."
"And no one saw you?'
"I don't think so, but I wasn't really paying attention."
"All I can say is: don't let anyone spend the night any time soon."
"That's for sure! I wonder how long this will go on..."
Indeed, the question was quite pressing to Mark. on one hand, he hoped her
excursions into unusual sex continued. on the other hand, he really wanted to know why
she was doing this. He still wondered is she wasn't happy with their waking sex life. Or
maybe she really wanted to experiment, but couldn't consciously cope.
The night seemed to take forever in coming. Kendra joked about sleepwalking as
she climbed into bed wearing a rather skimpy nightie.
"Will this help your fantasies tonight?' she asked.
Mark eyed the pink outfit. The top was wrapped tightly around her chest, and
went only just below her breasts. It tied in front with a nice plunging oval revealing a
serious amount of cleavage. The strap was at the top of the oval, and the loose ends
hung down her chest, occasionally brushing against the bare flesh as she moved over
him. The frilly panties caressed Mark's bare legs, and quickly put his lust in overload.
He rolled on top of her, and slid his cock under the top, wedging it between her
silky breasts. God... he thought... who cares if she ever sleepwalks again? And with that,
he made love to her.
His waking up may have been a coincidence. It may have been the kind of
sudden awakeness anybody might feel in the middle of the night that they quickly fix by
immediately falling back asleep. But maybe it was a spark in his mind that Kendra
might be up and unconscious again. He reached for her delicate frame. She was gone.
Where is she now? Where? And what is she doing? Mark sprung out of bed. He
didn't check the bathrooms. he immediately went to the doorwall. Like the night before,
it was open.
But Kendra wasn't in sight. No sprinklers were running. No nothing.
A few invisible patios away, an old man sat in a chair, thankful for the
unexpected luck he was receiving. He had stepped out with a beer to enjoy the night air
and hope it could cure his insomnia. He had drank about half of it, not enough to make
him drunk, when he heard the sound of a doorwall opening.
The beer wound up on the ground. Most of his muscle control left as soon a she
saw an angelic form approach him dressed in a pink nightie with a cleavage-revealing
oval in the front and a pair of soft, frilly panties.
Kendra stared ahead with blank eyes. She didn't respond when the man whistled
at her. Her hips swayed as she continued to walk. her unsupported breasts urged against
the pink top with maddening side-to-side jiggles. The old man couldn't help it, he
moved into her path.
"Where are you going, young lady?" he made no effort to hide his viewing of her
chest.
Kendra didn't answer. But she did stop. She stood a few inches from the man.
The tips of her breasts were almost touching him. He admired her body for a few
moments, then realized she hadn't spoken. He finally looked at her eyes, and saw they
were focused on nothing in particular.
'Drugs. You gotta love 'em. Come here, princess..." he took Kendra's hand and
led her to the patio. The old man looked around as if he expected the man she was with
to come running up to them. She had to be with some guy. A woman that looked like
this, that was dressed like this, had to have a man waiting to fuck her. But this was his
moment, his stroke of luck. Kendra showed no signs of disgust has he closely examined
the texture of her skin and the nightie so tightly pressed against it. He eyed her panties,
and the few small wrinkles that formed at her pussy. But his eyes really locked on the
oval. The dark shadow formed by her two converged breasts was absolutely
mesmerizing. The faint tan line that cut across the flesh... the tie that hung so loosely, so
invitingly, off to the side. The old man pulled it.
The top undid easily, and Kendra's breasts burst forth with naked freedom.
"Oh, honey... oh wow..." the old man stared at her pink nipples, then raised both
ands to grope he fullness. Her eyes rolled back as he made contact with the smooth, firm
flesh of Kendra's breasts. His fingertips grazed her nipples. His mouth hung open with a
rush of pleasure his old mind had nearly forgotten.
"Get your hands off her!"
Mark yanked the old man away from his fiancee. Kendra's breasts flopped with
the motion.
"You fucking son of a bitch! What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't know she was with anyone... I..."
"Do you go around feeling the tits of every woman?" Mark wanted to hit him,
but was afraid a punch would kill him.
"I didn't ... she didn't... the old man turned and bolted inside with the speed of a
teenager. Mark shook his head and looked at Kendra.
"Kendra..."
No response.
"Baby..."
Still nothing. Mark slapped her lightly across the face. Still nothing. He looked at
her naked breast. He gripped her left nipple, and squeezed hard.
"Uhhh!" Kendra took a deep breath of pain and shock.
"Kendra... are you ok?'
"Oh, God, what's going on?" her voice was full of terror.
"It's ok, baby, it's ok. You've been sleepwalking again."
Kendra's eyes darted around as her mind tried to awaken.
"You're ok. You were just asleep."
"It's true. You were right. Oh my God!"
"It's ok. Nothing happened. Come on, let's go inside."
Kendra looked down and realized her bare breasts. She clutched the nightie over
them, and fell into Mark's arms. she was barely able to move her own legs as they
returned home.
After being inside a few minutes, Kendra calmed down, but still seemed dazed.
"Oh, Mark. I don't know what's happening. Why am I doing this?"
"Do you remember anything about these walks?"
"No, I... wait. Oh! That old man was feeling my breasts!"
"Yes, he was. But I stopped him."
"I can barely remember it. It seems like a dream..."
"Can you remember any of the other times?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Honey, we have to figure out what this is. We have to find out what is making
you take these sleepwalks."
"I'm sure it's nothing. Just a phase."
"But, baby, it could be a dangerous phase. You could have been raped tonight."
"But I wasn't. You found me."
"You have sleepwalked four nights in a row. What if one of these times I don't
get to you fast enough? God, I don't want to think about what could happen! Please,
let's get some help."
"What kind of help?"
"Let's call your mother. She's a psycho therapist or whatever. maybe she can
figure this out."
Kendra stiffened. Her mother. They had barely seen each other the last few
years. At once she felt a great joy at seeing her but at the same time felt a sense of dread.
She didn't really want to have to recount the sexual escapades she had shared with
Mark. But then again, it was mother. She would be understanding.
"Ok, we'll call her tomorrow."
"Good. In the meantime, I'm barricading the door."
Kendra smiled weakly.
Margaret arrived the next evening. She was about eight hours away, but had no
hesitation in rushing to her daughter's aid. Mark had met her only once, but felt very
comfortable with Kendra's mother. Margaret was an intelligent, understanding woman
who possessed a great love for her daughter.
The three went out to dinner, and re-aquatinted themselves with simple talk.
Margaret didn't feel the need to dive right into the analysis. Instead, she wanted to get a
feel for the everyday life the two shared and see what influences could be upsetting her
beloved child. She offered to sleep in the family room, and try to keep an eye out for
another sleepwalk. They all agreed locking the doors was a good idea. They also tied
strings to several objects that would knock them over if a door was opened. They all
went to sleep that night, comforted by their precautions.
Finally, a night passed where Kendra remained in her bed. The couple didn't
make love, as they felt a little too self-conscious with her mother so close. But they
woke up happy and excited at the lack of unusual roamings.
"I still think we need to figure out what may be going on." Margaret said at
breakfast. Mark and Kendra quickly agreed. One night of normality was no guarantee
she wouldn't sleepwalk again.
"So how do we begin?' Kendra asked.
"Well, I want to talk to each of you. Not just together, but separately. It might be
easier to talk without the other one around."
"We don't have any secrets from each other." Mark insisted.
"I'm not saying you do. But there may be things you're not totally comfortable
saying in front of the other. Don't worry, we'll all talk together, too. I just think this
could be a big help. Mark, I'd like to start with you. We have some time before you
leave for work, right? Let's talk now and I'll talk with Kendra while you're at the
office."
Mark agreed and soon found himself in the bedroom with Margaret. Kendra
went about doing the dishes, and made enough noise to prove she wasn't eavesdropping.
Mark sat on the bed, wondering what Margaret would ask.
"How do you like fucking my daughter?"
Mark was prepared for that!
"Well? It's ok. I know you're having sex. You're going to be married, and you're
living together. So, how do you like fucking her?"
"Ahh, umm. Ahh... It's great. She's wonderful."
"Are her tits big enough for you?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Here tits, her breasts... are they big enough for you? Are you a breast-man?"
"Absolutely. She has beautiful breasts. They're perfect."
"Is she a good lover? Does she suck your dick, take it in the ass, or anything else
you wish she'd do?"
"Um..."
"Sorry if I seem bold. believe me, after twenty years in the business, I've heard
of some pretty weird stuff. Sometimes I think I'm desensitized."
"It's ok. It's kinda cool, actually. To answer your question, she does give me
blow jobs, and she does it well. We don't have anal sex, but I've never asked."
"Does she dress the way you like? Lingerie? Garters? Leather? Anything a little
more unusual?"
"She wears lingerie for me. yeah, she wears what I like."
"Is there anything about fucking her that you don't feel satisfied with?"
"No, like I said, she's great. Well..."
"What is it?"
"Let me get this straight. I love your daughter. With all my heart. I love having
sex with her. She turns me on and is very satisfying. But... sometimes she seems
reserved, or a little too conservative. I mean, I like romance as much as anyone, but
sometimes I just want to fuck, you know? Raw animal sex where all our inhibitions go
out the window. But Kendra likes it to be sweet, romantic, and normal. She won't even
call it fucking, just love-making."
"I see. You want more carnal sex with my daughter."
"Yes, but not just that. Like I said, I love her. I love being with her. I want both."
Mark had expected the talk to deal with more than their sex life. But Margaret
ended the conversation there and said his information had been very helpful. With that.
Mark finished getting ready for work. Kendra looked like she wanted ask what they
talked about, but refrained. Mark wondered what would happen when he got home.
Would his future wife turn into the fully developed sexual creature he hoped for? Or
would she think he was a pig and call off the wedding? He didn't really think that would
happen, but was a little uneasy nonetheless.
Kendra finished up her morning chores after Mark left. Margaret sat and
watched her daughter perform the duties she used to do. She had raised Kendra by
herself, after she divorced her husband. She never regretted it. She loved her daughter
and felt she needed no one else to make her happy.
Kendra finished her chores, took a shower and got dressed. She was a little
sleepy, and blamed it on her restless nights. Margaret waited in the bedroom, and was
seated on the bed as Kendra emerged.
She sat down with her mother, dressed casually in a pale blue shirt and a pair of
cut-off shorts. She was glad to see her mother again. Something was stirring inside her
that she hadn't felt since she was still a girl living at home. She had known great love in
her house, and could feel that love returning as Margaret sat a few feet away.
"Honey, it's talk time." Margaret looked at her daughter with an all-in-one
motherly, stern, and caring look. She stood up, an walked over to Kendra. She moved
behind her, and began rubbing her shoulders. Kendra slumped slightly in the couch,
enjoying the relaxing sensation.
"Oh my dear, we haven't had one of these in far too long."
Kendra smiled at her mother, and enjoyed the firm rub on her shoulders a few
seconds more before Margaret broke the contact.
"You remember how we used to talk, right, dear?"
"You remember how you never kept secrets me, and how you could always
expose yourself to me."
"Yes, mother."
"Good my dear." Margaret smiled down at her daughter. She was as comfortable
as she had always been. As receptive as she had always been. This would be as true a
bonding moment as they had ever shared. She tapped Kendra's shoulder.
"Take off your blouse." Margaret kept the caring look. "Take off your shorts."
Kendra nodded. She stood up, then moved her hands to her hips, and pulled the
cut-offs down. Margaret eyed her daughter firmly.
"Oh, my daughter. My pretty, little daughter." Margaret watched as the smooth
texture of Kendra's legs and panties wrinkled and jiggled with the motions of undress.
Kendra didn't think twice about removing her clothes in front of her mother. She
casually tossed her shorts in hamper and faced her mother.
"To your bra and panties dear, strip down to your bra and panties or we can't
have a true talk."
Kendra unbuttoned her blouse as assuredly as if she were alone. Her breasts
exposed themselves without shame, and remained covered by a sheer, sexy bra. Kendra
adjusted the cups, fitting them more firmly to her breasts. She looked up at her mother
with a face looking for approval.
Margaret eyed her child. Her child, now dressed only a bra, a pair of panties, and
a completely unbuttoned blouse. She was absolutely beautiful.
"Come her, baby."
Kendra stepped over to her mother without a thought. They embraced tightly.
Margaret ran her hands over Kendra's bare back, then sat back down on the bed as
Kendra remained standing. She took Kendra's hand into her own.
"I'm so glad we can talk like this. I'm so glad I can share my thoughts with my
beautiful daughter, and she can share hers with me."
"Yes, mother."
Margaret began lightly stroking Kendra's hips, running her fingers over the panty
straps.
"Is everything ok with you and Mark?"
"Yes, mother. Everything is fine."
Margaret moved her right hand to Kendra's lower abdomen and rubbed the silk
panties with her index finger. "Is he able to satisfy you?"
"Yes, mother." Kendra stared straight ahead, and felt her fall into a trance of
remembrance.
Margaret's hand slipped between Kendra's legs. Kendra squirmed slightly with
the touch to her pussy, but didn't attempt to move away.
"Is his penis big enough for my little girl?
"Yes, mother."
Margaret continued rubbing her daughter as she eyed the smooth, creamy, olive
skin of Kendra's body.
"Oh, my daughter... my beautiful, sexy daughter... are you satisfying him, my
love?"
"I think so." Kendra was still lost in thought. Her head swarmed with the old
memories of her mother's touch. Those long ago days as an early teenager. It came
flooding back into her thoughts. Each day, each moment returned as though they had
been stored in a dream.
With her motherly comfort, Margaret would massage Kendra's young cheek and
shoulders. As Kendra's firm, young body grew, the action progressed to her chest, then
to her buttocks. And eventually, Margaret rubbed Kendra's vagina. It was a mother's
touch, always loving and comforting. Throughout her childhood, Kendra felt the
calming hands of her mother on her body. They soothed her, comforted her, and
stimulated her.
It truly picked up when Kendra's budding breasts required her first training bra.
An ecstatic Margaret proudly clasped the new garment over the bumps forming on
Kendra's chest. She rubbed them for Kendra several times a day, insisting the
stimulation would cause them to grow. Each morning, Margaret would make Kendra
stand before her and remove the bra. Margaret would feel for breast-growth, and report
the exciting increases with gleefulness and encouragement.
Kendra felt welcomed and accommodated into the world of womanhood, and
trusted her mother's guidance.
It wasn't long before Margaret began substituting Kendra's simple
undergarments for more lacy and silky choices. The panties became skimpier, silkier,
and certainly more mature. The bras became larger as Kendra's breasts grew, and
possessed the same alluring quality her panties now demonstrated.
Kendra started finding young boys waiting for her when she got home from
school. She was to go into her bedroom, wait for her mother to pretend to leave, then
seduce the young lad into sex. Most mothers feared their daughters becoming sexually
active. Margaret watched from the closet. She offered advice on seduction techniques.
"Show more cleavage, flash a bit of your bra, let your skirt ride up your legs, bend
over..." And she provided plenty of thought on Kendra's sexual techniques as well.
"Ride him on top, moan more loudly, suck his penis for longer..."
All the while, Margaret beamed with pride at the sexual blossoming of her
daughter. She noticed the heads of males turn to linger their eyes on Kendra's slim and
curvaceous body. She no longer had to arrange for men to come home and have
intercourse with her daughter. Soon, Kendra was being asked out regularly. Margaret
always stressed the importance of having sex with these men, and continued to watch
her daughter receive the large, eager cocks from her vantage point in the closet.
There was something about Margaret's voice... something about her intentions
and tone that kept Kendra from questioning her mother. Even at seventeen, Kendra was
dressed daily by her mother from complete nakedness, to sensual underwear, to
provocative skirts and tops. Each evening Kendra would come home and receive a rub
down and a bath from her attentive Margaret. She would be completely comfortable in
her gorgeous nakedness. In Kendra's mind, it was love. It was love that flowed with the
glistening droplets of water down her chest. It was love that massaged her inner thighs
with soap. It was love that stimulated her clitoris and nipples, teaching her about her
own desires and wants. And it was the same type of love the men demonstrated for her
body. Only they did it with their penises and with much less tenderness.
The relationship lasted until Kendra left for college. The separation from her
mother was a difficult one for her to handle emotionally. She felt desperate for the
attention, and asked the men on campus to make love to her. Somehow, they didn't
seem to measure up. They ripped her clothes off, and fucked her without intent of
emotion. She hated it, and she hated the F-word that so truly captured the spirit of the
men who penetrated her.
But at the same time, she began to realize, albeit subconsciously, that the
"normal" love in the world came from a man, and not her mother. And that was to be
one man. Yes, she had to devote herself to one man, and experience love and love-
making with that one man for the rest of her life. That one man turned out to be Mark.
Kendra went limp as her mother's fingers stroked and calmed her vagina. Her
panties shifted up and down slightly with the motions of Margaret's fingers. It was so
calm... so good... so familiar. Kendra felt like a girl again, safe and protected by her
mother's touch.
"Baby?"
"Yes, mother?"
"I want to help you find what's troubling you." Margaret's voice was directed to
her daughter, but her gaze was turned outside the window. "Ok, dear?"
"Ok, mom."
"Kendra, I want you to lie down and go to sleep. I want you to feel that it is
bedtime, and experience the world of sleep as you have been the last few nights.
Kendra stepped away from her mother, and stretched across the bed. She was
perfectly on her back, and folded her arms gently across her stomach. Her blouse hung
open, and her breasts heaved gently to her sides as far as her silky bra would allow.
Margaret watched Kendra's beautiful eyes close and her lips part slightly. She
then turned again to the window, noting a dozen or so young boys playing in the
courtyard.
It was only a few moments before Kendra was deep in sleep. Her breasts heaved
with slight breath. Her knees turned slightly outward from lack of tension. And her
fingers lay limply across the olive skin of her stomach. Margaret took in the beauty of
her daughter. She gazed upon her as Kendra slept quietly. She watched with a caring,
prideful face at the sexy wonder to which she had given life.
A good amount of time went by. Then, Kendra's fingers twitched. "Ooo..."
Kendra moaned very softly, with more whisper than tone. Her right hand slid down her
abdomen. Her index finger extended, and pressed against the silk covering the folds of
her pussy.
Margaret leaned forward, and whispered softly. "Go forward, baby... satisfy your
yearnings..."
Kendra rose form the bed. Her eyes opened, but started with the glaze of
oblivion. Margaret stood in front of her.
"Come... come.. " she motioned with her hands and spoke quietly. Kendra
followed her mother out of the bedroom. "Outside... you must go outside..."
Kendra didn't speak a word. She didn't give a look. She didn't look at her near
naked state, she didn't re-button her blouse. Instead, she went out the doorwall that
Margaret had opened.
Kendra walked into the square. In a matter of seconds, the young boys turned to
her. Their eyes immediately detected her panties, and the long olive-skinned legs.
Kendra's eyes were open, but started blankly ahead with no particular focus.
The boys expected her to say something. They expected her to somehow explain
the fact she was walking around outside half-naked. But they really didn't care... that
crotch... that cunt... They felt a simultaneous hard-on at the sight of her hips moving
slowly towards them. They knew who she was. They had noticed her firm, sexy shape
with the fervor of budding sexual interest. They all ogled Kendra whenever she walked
by, and showered her with luscious stares when she graced the confines in a small,
feminine bikini. But this was her bra and panties. The meaning, the secretness, the
forbidden nature of the lace and silk that covered those precious parts. Oh God, this
clearest image they could hope for of what it would be like to fuck her. Not that fucking
was entirely the action they conceived of, they were almost too young for that. All that
mattered was this beautiful woman in her underwear. The sight was enough.
Margaret smiled as the boys froze in their places and admired her beautiful,
mesmerizing daughter.
She was so hot! Her perfect legs gleamed a few feet from them now. The
delicate, sheer white panties. The open, tight blue blouse at her sides and the gorgeous
bumps of flesh straining in the smooth whiteness of her bra. The boys trained their eyes,
hoping for the slightest glimpse of the dark hair marking the spot of ultimate pleasure.
It was there.
The boys managed to break their gaze after a deep look and momentarily check
each other's reactions.
Kendra had stopped in the middle of the square. She brought her right hand
between her breasts, and seemed to stare off into an invisible distance.
A young boy was only a few inches from her. Only a few inches from the white
of her delicate panties. He looked at Kendra's face, and discovered a boldness born of
his want for her and her apparent lack of the situation.
He touched her pussy.
Kendra was oblivious to his denting fingers. The tips wedged slightly inside her,
stopped only by the sheer fabric. The rest of the boys gasped with awe and excitement.
"She's totally gone, man!"
"What's wrong with her?"
"I don't know!" the boy continued rubbing his fingers in her warm slit. He began
massaging her thigh with the other. Kendra parted her lips, and slowly bounced her hip
with his rhythm.
The boys stood watching. They were afraid to join. They figured she would snap
to at any second. Kendra's panties moved up and down with the lone boy's rubbing,
offering slight glimpses of her naked pussy beneath. She still seemed undisturbed. Her
body had stopped, and her eyes had closed. But she made no motion to escape the
groping boy's touch.
"Touch her tits!" one of the boys whispered. The brave one lifted his hand up her
unbuttoned blouse. He watched her, waiting for any sign of awakening. His shaking
fingers closed on the clasp. he struggled with it as he tried to undo it with his fingertips.
He feared any touch of strength would surly wake her. But his frustrated lust quickly
kicked in, and he pressed his hands against her soft breasts, undoing the clasp once he
gained the courage to bring his other hand to her chest. The bra snapped away with a
jerk. A moment of fear spread through the boy. Then a moment of worship. Kendra's
breasts were exposed.
"Oh, wow!" the boy exclaimed as he started at the smooth, curved, olive flesh.
Kendra's breasts bared themselves before the collection. Her nipples poked into the
afternoon air. They seemed so delicate... so pink and innocent. It didn't take long for the
boy to touch one. It sprung to erection under his touch, responding with the rest of her
body. The boy looked over his shoulder at his companions. They nodded at him, urging
him to continue his exploration. Had he looked to a certain window, he would have seen
Margaret nodding, also urging him to continue his exploration. The boy turned back to
look at Kendra. At this point, his eyes couldn't be away from this woman for more than
a second. His breath grew heavier as he eyed the round, fleshy shapes. His heart
pounded at the sight of a few scattered freckles and the slight jiggling of her breath. He
opened his hands, and rested them ever-so-gently on her breasts. With no start or
concern from Kendra, he decided to take them fully into his hands. His confidence was
assured. He squeezed the tender flesh in his young fingers as he circled his thumbs over
her nipples. Her flesh was so soft, almost gooey in texture. The boy's head felt rushed,
and he closed his eyes.
The other boys could hold out no longer. They sprang upon her. They groped,
touched, and tasted any spot of her exposed flesh they could reach. Kendra bounced
between them as small fingers slipped in her panties and brushed against her cunt. Her
breasts mushed against the shorter boys' heads.
Margaret gripped the curtains. She watched with widening eyes as the
exploration of her daughter progressed. She began whispering quietly to herself. "Fuck
her... fuck my baby..."
"What are you doing?" One of the boys noticed a companion undoing his pants.
"What else? I'm going to fuck her!"
Margaret leaned her head back with the sound. "Oh, yes..."
The other boys all sported bulges in their pants, but seemed to lack the courage
of the aggressive one. He was the first to touch her. He was the first to rub her. Now he
would be the first to have sex with her.
"Come on, get her to lie down..." he ordered his friends.
They tugged on Kendra's arms, and she obediently sat on the concrete. The boys
resumed rubbing her breasts and taking quick kisses on her nipples. The aggressive boy
waved them off, and now stood alone with the beautiful, adult woman. He was in his
underwear, and his straining penis was apparent to the crowd. He knelt between
Kendra's legs, and rested her head against the concrete. He moved his hands to her
panties, all the while watching her face for a sign of movement. She didn't respond as
he began sliding the silky covering down her legs.
"Look at her pussy!"
The boys huddled closer as they tried to glimpse Kendra's most feminine area.
The boy pulled off his underwear, flopping his young erect penis into view.
"Do you know how to do it?" one of the boys asked.
"Of course I do!" he replied. But he struggled at first. He tried to move his penis
into her, he tried to penetrate her. But he kept missing and re-positioning his body.
Margaret watched with shortness of breath. She was about ready to run out there and
teach the boy. But then he succeeded.
"Oohh.." he breathed instinctively as he felt his cock surrounded by the warm
moistness of Kendra's cunt.
The boys watched in disbelief as they watched the fuck-in-progress. They boy's
ass humped slowly, but picked up speed as he gained more confidence. Soft "Oohs"
emerged from his lips as he penetrated his sexy neighbor.
Kendra's eyes were still closed, but her lips were smiling. Her body rocked back
and forth with the erratic thrusts.
"Your sperm... your sperm..." Margaret whispered to herself. "Fill my baby with
your boyish sperm." She wondered if the lad was developed enough for that.
Kendra's legs were open just enough for the boy to gain access to her pussy. Her
half-pulled down panties prevented further widening, despite the stretching they were
undergoing.
"Get off of her!"
The boys hadn't seen the man running up behind them. Margaret hadn't seen
him, either.
With one arm the man lifted the naked boy off of Kendra. He didn't say another
word to the children. He knelt down, and slid his hands under Kendra's smooth body.
He lifted her into his arms, holding her under her knees and under her arms.
Margaret noticed her daughter's pussy was still visible past the panties. She
looked so beautiful in the mans arms with her legs pressed together and her head draped
to the side.
"Damn!" she realized the man was returning her home! He must know Kendra
and where she lives! Margaret jumped on the couch and shut her eyes. She pretended to
be asleep as the doorwall opened and the man entered with her daughter.
The stranger rested Kendra into the recliner. He looked back at Margaret, and
believed her asleep. Margaret watched his hands move to Kendra's panties and begin
sliding the fabric up. Is he going to touch her? She wondered. Touch her... touch my
daughter's pussy...
The man snapped the elastic around Kendra's waist, but didn't touch her. He did
pretty much the same with her bra. He re-clasped the silken garment, but only allowed
his fingers to brush against Kendra's soft breasts. he didn't grope, he didn't nibble, and
he didn't rub. What kind of a man could resist my daughter!!! Margaret thought to
herself.
"Umm, ma'am?"
Margaret pretended to awake with the stranger's voice.
"Oh, my God!" she leapt up with a start. "Are you raping my daughter?"
"Oh no, oh gosh no! She was sleepwalking outside. I thought I'd better bring her
in."
"How'd she get undressed? Did you do that to her?"
"No, I swear I didn't. She was already like that. Look, I'm a friend of hers and
Mark's. My name is Alan."
Margaret thanked Alan for saving Kendra from embarrassment. She eyed the
young man for any "extra" looks her daughter's way. After all, she was still mostly
nude. The majority of her breasts were visible. Her legs, thighs, hips, and stomach were
all visible. But Alan didn't look again in Kendra's direction. They spoke a few
moments, then Alan excused himself. He headed for the doorwall.
"I'm sure I'll see more of you." he said.
"Yes, I'm sure. And you'll see more of Kendra, too."
Alan looked towards Kendra. Got him! Margaret proclaimed to herself. The look
lingered a bit longer than a casual one would have. He was enjoying her breasts. and her
legs. He couldn't resist her daughter!
Kendra slept normally for the rest of the afternoon. When she finally woke up,
she rose to her feet still lacking any concern for her exposed state. Margaret never left
her seat. She eyes Kendra's body the entire time she slept, and now followed her
daughter's movements to the bedroom.
"Mark will be home soon. I'd better get dressed." She buttoned up her blouse
and put her cut-off shorts back on. She gave no indication of knowing what happened
outside. She didn't look out the window to see if the young boy that was having
intercourse with her was still around. For all apparent signs, she ignorant of the event.
Mark came home about seven. He kissed and hugged his fiancee as she prepared
dinner. he longed to love her again like he did a few days before. But her mother was
here now, and that certainly couldn't happen!
After dinner, Margaret returned to the subject at hand.
"Mark, I would like to put Kendra under hypnosis."
"Really? You think that's the answer?"
"Do you really have to do that, mother?"
"I think it's the best next step. I've spoken with both of you, and haven't heard
anything that seems out of the ordinary. If I can be allowed to hypnotize my daughter,
I'm sure we can get to the bottom of this."
Mark was the first to reply. "If you think it will work, I have no problem with it."
"Um, Mark, mom, I don't know if that's such a good idea."
"Why not?" Margaret asked.
"I'm scared. I don't know, I'd be uncomfortable."
"Kendra, dear, there's nothing to worry about. It's perfectly safe. And you won't
say anything that you really don't want to. is that it? Is there something you didn't tell
me earlier?"
Kendra looked at Mark. "No, nothing. I'm just a little embarrassed."
"Don't be silly, dear. We love you. we want to help you."
Mark took Kendra's hand. "It'll be ok, honey. And it could really help us."
Kendra still seemed uneasy, but nodded her agreement. "Ok. Let's do it."
"Ok, Kendra, picture yourself falling asleep. Picture yourself in your warm bed,
comfortable and happy, and eager to get some rest. Are you doing that?"
They were in the bedroom. Kendra was stretched out on the bed. Margaret sat in
the chair next to the small desk they had in the corner. Mark stood next to Margaret, too
nervous to sit.
"Yes." Kendra's body was still. Her lips barely moved with the answer.
"Ok, good. Now tell what you're feeling..."
"Sleepy... so sleepy...."
"Ok... that's good. Let your body relax as if it was falling asleep, but you will
remain awake. You will continue talking to us..."
Kendra's head fell a bit to her side. The last bit of tension in her body had been
released.
"Are you still with us, Kendra?"
"Yes."
"How does the sleep feel?"
"Good... very good..."
"Ok. Now imagine you have been asleep for awhile. You are dreaming, feeling
content, and getting rested. The hours of the night are starting to roll by. Picture that
Kendra... now, if you start to feel anything uncomfortable, go ahead and say it. If you
feel there is anything you need to do, go ahead and tell us?.... Ok, your in deep sleep
now, but still able to talk with us... the world is gone from your mind... you are alone in
your thoughts..."
"MMMM!" Kendra moaned, almost with pain.
"What is it Kendra. Are you feeling something?'
"Yes..."
"Is it uncomfortable to you?"
"Yes."
"What is it?'
"It's my pussy."
Mark looked at Margaret. She seemed unfazed by her daughter's use of the
word.
"What's wrong with your pussy?"
"It hurts..." her voice was almost childlike, and definitely near tears.
Mark leaned forward, realizing the answer was near. He partly feared it, but
knew the issue had to be resolved. Was it a sexual dysfunction? Was she a sex addict?
Or the worst case... was he not satisfying her?
"Do you know how to make it stop hurting, Kendra?"
"No." she wailed.
Kendra's hand cupped her crotch, oh that beautiful crotch! Mark thought. She
rubbed herself while the rest of her body remained still. Mark felt his penis swell, but
concentrated on the instructions Margaret gave her.
"Does touching yourself help, Kendra. Does it help your pussy?"
"Yes... a little. "
"Ok, Kendra. What do you normally do when your pussy hurts like this?'
Kendra didn't answer. She sat up in the couch, and slowly opened her eyes. They
were still glazed over. She was in her sleepwalk...
Mark and Margaret watched as Kendra stood up, and walked to the wicker chair
next to the bed. It's armrests where thin, tubular curves of wood. Kendra straddled one
of them, pressing her crotch against the wood.
Mark felt himself continue to grow hard as he watched his fiancee' start bucking
on the wooden chair. The wood was wedged between her jeans shorts, her long olive
legs jiggled as she quickly thrust up and down on the armrest.
"Does that make your pussy feel good?" Margaret asked. Mark was amazed at
her composure. She was watching her daughter masturbate. Mark had no problem with
it, in fact, he enjoyed it. But most mothers wouldn't be crazy about the idea.
"Ohh. It makes it feel soo good. So good."
"Wouldn't you prefer Mark's penis in your pussy?"
"No! No!"
"Why not?"
Kendra started crying as she continued humping the chair.
"Come on, Kendra. Tell us... Don't you like sex?"
"I love sex!" she wailed.
"Don't you want Mark to put his penis in you?"
Mark felt a jolt of fear with the question. What if she said no again? What if she
didn't want him? Oh God, it was the worst!
"Go on, Mark, go!" Margaret answered for her daughter. But he was confused
by her command.
Mark turned towards Margaret. What?"
'Go! Put your penis in her. Fuck her."
"Here? Now?"
"Do it!" Margaret whispered sternly. her tone was enough. Mark unzipped his
pants.
"Kendra, Mark is going to put his penis in you, Ok?"
"Ok."
Mark pulled Kendra's still humping hips from the chair. She finally relaxed as he
undid her shorts. Mark pulled them down, stopping momentarily as he eyed her
beautiful crotch. He loved the way her legs formed a 'V' at her cunt. He loved the white,
lacy panties and the delicate beauty they created between her legs and up to her hips.
They were wet now, Kendra's rubbing against the chair once again heightened her
sexual arousal. The sight helped him forget the presence of Margaret. he didn't look
back at her. He didn't see the intense, almost obsessive look in Margaret's eyes.
She didn't need the closet. She was in the room. She was actually in the room
where her daughter was being fucked! Her beautiful, sweet, sexy daughter was going to
be fucked!
Mark had to leave the shorts wrapped around her feet. Her tranced body didn't
think to step out of them. Mark slid hand along her leg, and softly kissed her panties. He
slid them down, exposing his wife-to-be.Here he was, kneeling in front of his lover's
naked pussy while her mother enjoyed a perfect view. Oh well, it was for Kendra's own
good.
"Lick her cunt."
Mark turned toward Margaret.
"Do it, Mark. Lick my daughter's pussy."
"I thought I was supposed to put my penis in her."
"She likes having her pussy licked. She said so earlier. Do it, do what she
wants."
Mark extended his tongue, and flicked it over Kendra's cunt. He pressed his
hands between her legs, pulling the lips open and exposing her more fully. He licked for
about a minute, until Margaret barked out the next command.
"Rub her tits. Reach up and rub my daughter's tits."
Mark reached up and took Kendra's breasts into his hands. He rubbed them,
though somewhat awkwardly. His face was buried between her legs, kissing and licking
her cunt.
"No, not like that! She likes a swirling motion, with more pinching."
Mark stopped for a second. Kendra told her that? He tried to adjust his
technique, but soon heard Margaret shouting again.
"No, no, no! That's still not right. I'll show you."
What? Before Mark realized what was happening, Margaret was pulling him
away. She descended on her daughter, kissing her nipples as she squeezed her breasts.
The pinches popped the nipples right into Margaret's mouth. She started kissing down
her daughter's chest, still squeezing her breasts with the nipples centered at the base of
her thumbs.
Mark stepped back, absolutely dumbfounded. He was watching his fiancee's
mother make love to her.
Margaret began licking an flicking her tongue between Kendra's legs with a
precision and speed he never though possible. She deftly moved from clitoris to thigh to
deep penetration.
Kendra was moaning. He head was back, her hands were moving, joining her
mothers hands in the rubbing of her breasts. She remembered her mother's tongue. She
remembered her mother's touch. her hips humped slightly with Margaret's probes. It
had been so long...
Mark watched in shock as Margaret brought her daughter orgasm. Kendra's
voice hit pitches he never though possible. Her body quivered and shuddered with an
excitement he had never seen her experience.
Kendra crumpled on to the bed, stroking her pussy and moaning softly. Margaret
stood up, and turned towards Mark.
"Fuck her. Fuck her now."
Mark hesitated.
"She's a woman. She still needs the satisfaction of a man's penis."
Mark looked Kendra. She was steaming with sexuality. She was blistering with
excitement. He had to fuck her. He mounted her. Kendra moaned as his cock mushed
into her pussy. She started humping before he did. He barely moved as Kendra's hips
pulsed in a lightning rhythm on his cock.
"Ohhh! Ohh! Yess!!!" She cried.
Mark started to feel better. She still needed him. She still needed his cock.
Kendra's body was flailing wildly. She screamed with orgasmic fury. She just needed
better prepping, that's all. She just needed prepping...
Margaret watched, repeating "Good... good..." over and over. She sat
confidently, believing she was curing her daughter.
Kendra continued fucking with her eyes closed.. The fucking she was going
through still wasn't enough to snap her out of unconsciousness, or at least she didn't
want it to.
But her eyes did open for a moment. they open, still possessed with a glaze, and
saw Mark's body inside her.
"I can't! I can't!" Kendra pulled back. Mark froze as he watched his beloved
scurry up to the head of the bed, covering her wonderful opening.
"What's wrong, Kendra? Why won't you make love with Mark?" Margaret
seemed completely surprised. What was going on? She knew her daughter needed her
mother's touch, but she always liked having sex with men, too? had that changed?
Kendra shoved her hands between her legs. "I can't! I can't anymore..."
"Why not?' Margaret asked. She must have... she must have changed.
Mark was confused. He was baffled. And he was sacred. Scared that his
beautiful bride-to-be was going to be lost. She didn't want him. Or at least she didn't
want sex with him.
"I'm a bad girl..." Kendra whispered. "A very bad girl..."
"She feels guilty about something." Margaret whispered to Mark. Probably
fucking her mother, Mark thought.
"Why are you bad, Kendra, what have you done?" Margaret was certain. She
preferred women. That had to be it.
Kendra burst into tears. Mark watched a few droplets splash across her bared
breasts. He watched as his wife-to-be, his exposed woman, wrestle with something deep
and terrible.
"I'm a bad girl..." Kendra said. "Because I'm fucking Alan."
Mark's jaw dropped. Margaret's eyes grew wide. She was fucking Mark's best
friend.
Kendra wiped her streaming eyes, then rubbed her bared cunt. "I need his penis
in my pussy."
Mark collapsed. he fell to the floor barely able to breathe.
"How... how long?"
Kendra's conscious mind was returning. She shook her head, looked at her
mother, and then at Mark.
"About a year."
Yes, she was conscious now. The revelation woke her from her trance. She had
tried to find love with one man. She had tried to find the feeling she had so long ago.
But Mark wasn't the one.
She looked at her mother, knowing she didn't need her anymore, but was glad to
have her. Margaret smiled back. Her daughter had come into her sexuality. She was so
proud of her.
Mark was sobbing on the floor. He couldn't think. He couldn't speak. His
fiancee, his beautiful fiancee that he loved. He looked at her. She looked back. Her eyes
spoke her message for her lips: I'm not going to marry you. I'm fucking Alan. I want to
fuck Alan. She could use the word with him. She could do everything with him. She
could say, "Alan, will you fuck me?" or "Alan, fuck me in the sprinkler."
She stepped forward, and kissed Mark on the cheek. Then she looked down, and
noticed her incredibly beautiful, exposed cunt. She pulled up her panties from her legs,
then her shorts from her feet. Mark watched, absolutely stunned, as her clothes went up
her olive legs and granted him one last look at her beauty.
Kendra turned, and walked out the door. She went to fuck Alan.
Margaret followed behind her.
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