Capítulo 499: High School Yearbook Ch. 02
byMaryAnderson©
It's been eight plus months since I posted a story. There are several reasons, the most important being my health. I've been diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease. I've been sleeping more and devoting time each morning to exercise. Unfortunately, these are the hours in which I used to write, and there only being so many hours in a day... You know how it works.
However, my imagination remains intact and while I am not writing I go get ideas for new stories and continuations of existing ones. I have squeezed in the time to put one of those, a second chapter of High School Yearbook, on paper. I hope I can add more in the future.
I want to thank those who have written over the past months commenting on and asking about my existing and future stories. I appreciate it.
In Chapter 1 we met Bryan, newly named editor of his high school yearbook. Bryan wanted to do the best possible job. While not unfriendly, Bianca, the newby teacher appointed by the administration as the yearbook's faculty advisor, saw the assignment as more chore then pleasure. Then, suffering from insomnia, a malady previously unexperienced, she borrowed a white noise machine from Bryan. Soon this gorgeous young teacher was not only sleeping through the night, but found herself hopelessly devoted to the project and its sexy young editor.
For Bryan the home front also had problems. Some months before his father Edward, after a six day courtship, married Bree Danielson. The marriage had benefits. Stunning red heads, his stepmother and stepsister Andrea were eye candy. Unfortunately, seeing Bryan as a nerd without social value, they sought to relegate him to second class status in his own home. When Edward, desperate to keep the peace, started giving in to their demands Bree, like Bianca, found herself suffering from insomnia, which is when Bryan lent her a white noise machine.
Readers will note that Chapter 2 jiggers with Chapter 1's time line. I moved the moment when Andrea was introduced to a white noise machine closer to the present. Please forgive the inconsistency. It makes the story work better.
Happy holidays to all.
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Unwrapping his ham and cheese sandwich, Joe Hodgson looked out the window. The weather was perfect - temperature moderate, humidity low, breeze gentle and steady, sky a rich Carolina blue - and the student body, taking advantage, had gathered outside on the school lawn.
He took a bite. Dry and tasteless, as usual. He should learn to cook. He tried washing it down with a gulp of water, spilling some on his shirt.
Crap.
Putting down his sandwich he looked at the chart spread atop his desk, but his gaze was blank, unfocused. He'd been teaching high school for thirty-two years; he was bored, tired and growing ever more resentful of the kids. Spoiled brats with a stillborn work ethic, they expected to excel regardless of their effort or the quality of their work. And if they didn't they complained and if you didn't give in their parents complained and the administration and school board would fold and he'd get a call and ...
Crap.
Knowing no one standing in the bright light outside could see inside his classroom, he turned to the window, his eyes dwelling on female students, on their half-dressed ever-so firm young bodies. Yeah, this was one reason to stay.
Telling himself to concentrate he looked back to the chart. Eleven years ago the school, at his suggestion, had established an Introduction to Business course. Limited to second semester seniors, instead of a written final examination the students formed groups to present marketing plans to the class. The course had been a hit. Seniors were happy for the excuse to skip a final and Hodgson happy not to read and grade (could he flunk them all?) the drivel his students passed off as final examinations.
It was during the class' third year that Hodgson, to his students' collective moan, made the change that gave birth to the chart on his desk. Until then he'd allowed students to choose their partners. Inevitably, a couple cool kids would partner with a nerd or two and let the nerd(s) do all the work. Mr. Hodgson didn't like that; he'd been a nerd, and so announced that from now on he would designate team members. Reverting to a vengeful sixteen year, he took a special glee in placing cool kids in situations designed to make them miserable. Racist white boy from a gated community meet your partner, a black kid looking for any excuse to complain to the school board about you or, even better, kick your ass.
This was not his better side, but it was fun.
Mr. Hodgson traced a finger across the chart, stopping at the pairing of Andrea and Serena. These young women, beautiful, popular, and self-centered, one white and one black, one model thin and the other a powerful buxom athlete, one with red-hair hanging loosely down her back and the other a brunette with hair styled short or in corn-rows, were locked in an ongoing competition to be queen bitch of the school. He'd enjoy watching them (try to) work together.
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"Mom, that asshole Hodgson matched me with Serena Pendergraft, I can't work with that stupid bitch."
"What's wrong with, what was her name dear?"
"Serena. She's stuck up, thinks her shit doesn't stink. Guys think she's hot, but that's because she dresses like a slut, and I hear she's just a tease anyway, loves leaving guys with blue balls."
Wearing the white frilly blouse and knee length skirt she'd worn to the office that day, Bree took the last glass from the dishwasher, stood on her toes, placed it on the top shelf of the cabinet, then leaned against the counter and, trying to keep the exasperation out of her voice, said, "It's only one assignment dear, can't you just work through it?"
"Are you listening to me, does anyone ever listen to me? The girl is a total fricking loser douchebag and it ain't one assignment, it's a project and it's basically my entire grade."
Bree's phone pinged. Happy for the break from her daughter's whining she picked it off the counter, smiled. It was a text from Bianca. She was giving Bryan a lift home from school, wanted to know if the coast was clear so the three of them could play. Arousal surging through her, Bree glanced at her daughter, frowned, and appending a sad emoji to the message texted back, "No, Andrea's here." A video arrived seconds later. Opening with Bryan behind the wheel of Bianca's Jaguar, smile on his face, it scanned down his body to his lap, where his erection, bobbing free, disappeared into Bianca's mouth.
Surreptitiously caressing an aching nipple, Bree moved an arm across her chest, stopping when her daughter, annoyed by the lack of attention, grumbled, "Mom."
With no idea what to say, Bree looked blankly at Andrea. Then, recalling the image of Bianca swallowing Bryan's dick, she did. Her dreamboat stepson would have a solution.
"That was Bryan, he's on his way home. I'm going to freshen up, change my clothes. When your brother gets here we'll ask him. He'll know what to do."
Andrea's first impulse was her default position: point out that Bryan was not her fricking brother but her stepbrother, and regardless of her mother's recent obsession with him, was a major nerd who'd have no clue what to do. What did he know about being cool? However, although the white noise machine that sang Bryan's praise each night had been installed in Andrea's bedroom only days before, it was already having an effect. Andrea swallowed her first impulse. Her mother knew Bryan was her stepbrother, there was no point in reminding her, and while a dork, he was a smart dork. As long as her friends didn't know about it, what harm was there in asking his opinion?
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"I told Hodgson I did not want to work with Serena. Serena told him the same thing - like that stuck up bitch wouldn't jump at the chance to hang with me. Still, he's adamant. Asshole."
If Andrea had not been so self-absorbed she would have wondered about her mother's change of clothes. Wearing tight jeans, boots, and a white tee-shirt sans bra, she sat behind Bryan on the couch, working the muscles of his neck. Imagining Bryan between her legs driving his wonderful tool into her horny body she barely heard her daughter.
Bryan, on the other hand, was paying careful attention. In the teacher's lounge that morning Bianca had heard Joe Hodgson tell two other teachers that he'd assigned Andrea and Serena to make a joint presentation in his Introduction to Business class. Hodgson's pleasure in the pairing had been evident. So later, during lunch, after Bryan fucked her against her office door, after he filled her with delicious hot cum, she'd told him what Hodgson had said.
Instantly seeing the opportunity Hodgson had dumped in his lap, Bryan spent the afternoon contemplating how to best take advantage. Now, rolling his head to the side, enjoying his stepmother's fingers on his neck, Bryan said, "I heard pretty much the same thing from a couple of seniors last year. Hodgson enjoys putting people together who don't like each other, trying to make them squirm. Must be a power trip for him. You need this class to graduate, right? You can't drop it?"
"Yeah."
"I bet he knows that. Well, I have a counter-intuitive suggestion."
"What the fuck does that mean?"
Eschewing the opportunity for a sarcastic retort, Bryan said, "Counter-intuitive? It is s something that initially seems contrary to common sense or logic. So give it a chance, don't say no immediately. You've got to do the project; refusing to do it or dropping the class aren't options, so why not take the high road? Extend the olive branch and invite Serena to the house to work on the project."
Andrea, jaw locking in place, said, "What, have that skank in my house."
"Andrea, you two need to work together and if you ask her over it will show her, show everyone, who's the bigger, better person. And there's something else, it will put Hodgson in his place. He's paired you two because he doesn't think you can do it; he did it to watch you fail. If, when, you guys pull this off it makes him look the fool."
Instinctively Andrea started to object, then paused, took a moment, rolled the idea around inside her head. Bryan noted her reaction. A week ago she'd already have said, "No." The white noise machine was doing its work.
A few moments later, saying, "You guys wait a second," Andrea picked up her phone, texted some friends, read the instantaneous replies - did these girls spend their lives staring at their phones - then, after several additional exchanges of messages said, "Bryan, you may be on to something," and punched some numbers into her phone.
"Hey Serena, it's Andrea. I was thinking about that asshole Hodgson..."
"Yeah, what a dickhead. Look, since it seems he ain't gonna back down, why don't you and I..."
"Yeah, that would be great..."
Bree, working the muscles of her stepson's neck and shoulders, noting the positive change in her daughter's tone of voice, leaned forward, pressing braless breasts to Bryan's back, and whispered, "Looks like you saved the day stud. I know Bianca sucked you off on the way home, but did you guys fuck today?"
"Yeah, at lunch."
"That long ago? You must be ready for another round, which is good. I need to get laid."
Thinking of the hours needed to program a white noise machine to exploit Andrea and Serena's recent situation, Bryan said, "Yeah, but a quickie. I've got a lot to do tonight."
"Stud, you can have me anyway, anytime you want. My office? I'll get my stuff."
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Several minutes later, disconnecting the phone, Andrea shouted, "Hey guys."
Her mother, carrying her purse, stepped into the kitchen. "What is it, and there is no need to shout. We're not deaf."
Andrea said, "Where's the dork?" then, noting the disapproving look on her mother's face, added, "I know, don't call him a dork. Who knows, you might be on to something, he had a good idea. I called Serena, she agreed we should try working together. We both need the grade, then she had to make a point about her athletic scholarship, like we don't already know she's a big time tennis player. She'd texted some kids who took the class last year. Bryan was right, that asshole Hodgson does this, puts people in teams hoping they'll fight, hoping they'll fail. I figure I can hold my nose around Serena long enough to show Hodgson what a dick head he is."
Bryan, keys dangling from his hand, entered the room and Andrea, noticing for the first time that her mother was holding her purse, said, "Where are you going?"
Slipping her hand into Bryan's, Bree said, "I need to check on something at the office. Bryan's keeping me company."
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Bryan and Bree did not make it to her office. In fact, they never left her SUV. Before exiting their neighborhood Bree had pulled off her boots; before exiting the highway she'd shimmied out of her jeans; before they reached her building she'd undone Bryan's belt and was fisting his cock. As he pulled into her space Bree lowered her seat and Bryan catapulted over the console separating them. Bree came quickly, hard, and often, fast sharp orgasms that burst like a string of firecrackers in her sex. Bryan, not far behind her, cum welling up in his balls, jammed his hips into his stepmother with a grunt born in his core, shaking the truck and filling her with his hot sticky seed.
They'd have to break in her office's new leather couch another day.
Afterwards they lay there, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. Eventually Bree reached over and lowered the window, letting the circulating air de-fog interior windows damp with the moisture of their heavy breath.
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Edward was getting his briefcase from his car when his wife's SUV pulled into the driveway. Andrea had told him that Bree had run back to her office, that Bryan had gone along, and now, as Bryan parked the car, Edward wondered, what had they been doing, moving furniture? Sweaty and disheveled in jeans, boots, and a tank top she certainly looked like it. The he took a second look, he could make out the outline of her nipples through the shirt. Bree, who saw her husband, waved, leaned over to peck her stepson on the lips, then, looking flushed and spent, stepped out the car door. As she did he caught her scent and the smell of vehicle: sweaty, musky, meaty. Maybe they had been moving furniture.
He was going to ask about it, but his wife cut him off, kissing him on the cheek and saying, "Honey, I need a quick shower before dinner. Put the chili in the microwave and warm it for dinner," scurried off.
Later that night, in bed, half-asleep, Edward's mind drifted back to Bree's return home. Something about it stuck in the back of his head all evening and he suddenly knew what it was. Bree did not smell like a person moving furniture; she smelled of sex. He knew that smell, until the recent demise of his sex-drive he smelled it all the time.
But Bree couldn't have had sex, she'd been with Bryan. In fact, as he thought about it, over the past weeks Bree couldn't get enough Bryan. They were constantly leaving the house to run errands or visit Bianca, Bree's new best friend forever. When Bryan was around Bree was at his side, asking about his day, her hand on his arm, her foot touching his. When Bryan was gone she couldn't stop talking about him, pestering Edward with questions about Bryan's life and preferences. After the initial rough months of the marriage he'd been happy to see Bree and Bryan bonding, but now he suddenly wondered: was there a less platonic explanation? No, the idea was nuts.
But he thought about Bree's clothes. Was she dressing up for Bryan? She'd been paying close attention to Bryan's appearance, straightening his clothes and hair, suggesting a different shirt for the pants he was wearing. Bree had also been taking Bryan's side in what seemed his daily disputes with his stepsister. He thought about the way Bree's eyes lit up when Bryan walked into the room.
No, the thought was insane. Heck, Bryan was nerdier than Edward had been at that age and had no experience with woman. On the other hand there was something different about his son, a growing confidence, a sense of command, a personal magnetism.
He drifted off to sleep.
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Lips pressed to the warm taut skin, Bree slid her mouth from Bryan's cock with a pop. Wrapping her fingers on the shaft, she pressed it to his chest and took a cum-stuffed testicle into her mouth, sucking and licking, then moved to the other. Frigging the shaft she pushed the testicle past her lips with her tongue, tilted his dick towards her face, took him in her mouth, moving forward until Bryan's cockhead reached the opening of her throat. Readying herself to swallow him, she relaxed her throat, took a long breath through her nose...
Bree woke up. It had been a dream, a delicious dream, but a dream. Wanting to return to it she closed her eyes, tried to go back to sleep, heard her husband's snore. She checked the time - 1:00 in the morning. She'd been asleep three-plus hours; she'd be up awhile.
She was also the only person awake in the house. She could take advantage, which brought her back to her most recent obsession.
While anal sex was a regular part of Bryan and Bianca's sex play, it made Bree anxious. There'd been some bad experiences in college, alcohol had been involved. When she told Bryan he, with a confidence in his voice that left no doubt he knew she'd soon be ready, he told her to take the time she needed to become comfortable with the idea. Ever positive Bianca volunteered her help.
The first anal vibrator they'd purchased was three inches long, flexible, pencil thin. Set at its lowest level it didn't interfere with most daily activities. Bree soon found herself addicted to it, wearing it at every opportunity. She came to believe that while it buzzed away in her anus she projected a sexual aurora. Men and women were not only constantly checking her out, they were tripping over each other to help her: opening doors for her, carrying her bags, leading her to the restaurant's best table.
At that point Bree had thought herself ready, but Bianca suggested caution. Comparing the vibrator to their mutual lover's cock, she pointed out, was like comparing a PT boat to a battleship. Returning to the sex shop they chose a thicker longer jointed purple vibrator, again turning down the salesman's offer of assistance. After they left, eager to give it a whirl, Bree put on a show for a passing truck driver, slipping it into her anus while they headed down the highway for the mall. There the women spent the afternoon shopping and modeling lingerie, sending Bryan pictures, bringing home his favorites.
Now, her libido fully charged, the vibrator was calling her name. Slipping out of the bedroom, she headed for the kitchen and found it buried in the bottom of her purse, hidden among the usual detritus.
Removing the vibrator from its case, she coated it with olive oil, flipped it on, and standing over the sink worked it against her anus, flexing her sphincter until the first joint popped inside. She squeezed her butt muscles with a delighted purr, leaned over the sink, raised her ass in the air, squeezed again. Shit, even better than she remembered.
Pushing her light gown over her shoulders, she let it slide to the floor, then picking up the bottle of olive oil and a kitchen towel headed for the living room. She slipped on the three inch heels she'd kicked off her feet when she got home from work, held out a leg, admired them, then squatted. Fingers coated with olive oil, she pressed the next joint of the vibrator to her anus, increasing the pressure until it squirted inside. As shock waves of pleasure rolled up her spine; she placed her hands, palm down, on the floor to keep from toppling over.
Steadying herself, she slipped each successive joint past her convulsing sphincter. When she reached the final joint, taking hold of the vibrator's base, she shoved the toy into her rump, driving herself onto her toes while an audible, "Ooommmppfff," launched from her solar plexus. She listened, heard no indication anyone heard her.
A hand on the edge of the couch for support she stood and eyes shut, breathing deep and slow, she focused on the ever-evolving sensations born in her anus that flowed through her, waning and waxing, cascading and shimmering, looping back on each other. The light touch contrasting nicely with the buzz in her butt, starting below an eye Bree ran a fingernail across her cheek, around her lips, upward to trace the outer curve of her ear then dragged her hands down her chest avoiding, for the moment, her hard aching nipples.
When done she held her hands before her face. She'd been growing her fingernails out. Now a quarter of an inch long and covered with a red polish, they felt wonderful on her skin. Leaning back, she pressed her backside to the hard edge of the couch and, using a light feathery touch, diddled her clit with a finger, diddled her nipples with another.
Spreading her legs, swaying in time with her heartbeat, Bree caressed the inside of her thighs. Bryan had taught her to masturbate like this, taking the time to explore her body, layering sensation upon sensation, luxuriating in them, letting them mingle, mangle, play off each other. She'd always enjoyed sex, but before Bryan it had been something to do before moving on to the next thing. Now sex was the center of her world.
She envied Bianca; she'd worked out a simple, universally beneficial, deal. Bryan got Bianca, her body and soul. Roy, her husband, got the form of a marriage - Bianca used his name, accompanied him to social and business events, shared with him a house (if not a bedroom), and rid himself of the intimidating impossible burden of satisfying his stunning wife's sexual needs. Bianca got the best of all, a certainty of purpose - serve Bryan - and pleasure on a scale she never imagined she was capable of feeling. And, as a bonus, she got a devoted best friend in Bree.
It would be nice, Bree thought, when her Edward was equally evolved. Then she wouldn't be masturbating in the living room. No, Edward would in Bryan's former bedroom and Bryan beside her in the master bedroom. On nights like this, when she woke up in the wee hours of the morning, she'd roll over, take him in her mouth, straddle him, fuck him until she was filled with cock-cream.
Rocking her ass on the couch's hard corner Bree brought a finger to her mouth, sucked it, slipped in inside herself. Her pussy was wet and swollen and she moved the finger deeper inside. When she reached her g-spot she pressed the pad of her finger to it, thrummed it. The finger became a conduit, channeling the vibrations in her ass to her g-spot.
"Ooonnnhhhhh..."
She looked at the mirror above the mantle. Not only was she was in the best shape of her life, there was something else, something she'd thought chimerical until Bianca said she felt the same way. Bree oozed sexual energy, it showed in the way she smelled, walked, smiled, the sparkle in her green eyes. And why not? After all, she lived for sex.
Bree turned her back to the mirror, looked over her shoulder. Her ass, high and tight in heels, the base of the vibrator in plain view, was magnificent.
Scanning the living room through lidded eyes she chose the Lazy Boy, lay the towel on its eat, curled her body into it, and legs pressed together worked the muscles of her sex and anus on the purple intruder. She dragged her fingers down her body, across her small breasts, to her flat trim stomach.
As she did she returned to a favorite fantasy, the moment when Bryan, with Bianca's help, first fucked Bree in the ass. It would be in the middle of the afternoon in Bianca's big bedroom; the room would be bathed in sunlight. Bree would be on her back, Bianca's prone body stretched over hers. Bianca would kiss Bree's mouth, then up her neck, stop and catch an earlobe with her teeth, tug. Delighted, Bree would giggle at the sweet sensation.
Bryan would be there. Dressed nicely, wearing blue slacks, pressed white shirt, and Johnston & Murphy shoes, sitting in an overstuffed stuff, watching Bianca look into Bree's eyes, mouth the words, "I love you," run a finger from Bree's shoulder across her breast, then letting a glob of spittle dribble from her mouth onto Bree's nipple. Sliding the finger onto the nipple, Bianca pressed it into Bree's breast.
Pushing her luxuriant hair from the side of her face, Bianca teased Bree's nipple with the tip of her tongue, then dragged the flat of her tongue over it, a hard slow lick.
Back in the real world, back in the living room, Bree was plowing her fingertips, slick with olive oil, over her aching nipples, driving the hard nubs into soft tits. Rolling the nipples between thumb and forefinger Bree tilted her head forward, swiped her tongue on the hard tips.
Sparks of pleasure dancing through her body, Bree's mind returned to the fantasy where Bianca was making sweet unhurried love to Bree's breasts in the way only another woman, with breasts of her own, can. Bianca kissed and licked and squeezed, blew cold air over wet flesh, and starting at the base, licked across the bottom of Bree's breast, up the side, angled across the top, avoiding the nipple, did it again, then a third time. When she returned to the base of Bree's breast Bree, her nipples twitching with need, slipped her fingers into Bianca's thick brown curls and guided her to the nipples. Bianca assaulted them, licked, sucked, slapped, captured one between her front teeth, rolled it back and forth, increasing the pressure until Bree was moaning in a delirious combination of pleasure and, if not quite pain, a strange sensual discomfort.
Back in the living room, Bree was massaging the fleshy area atop her pubic bone. She felt the inner lips of her vagina swell, exposing themselves to the world. Moving her fingers down the face of her sex she ran them on the outer and inner lips of her vulva then, forming a "V" with ring and middle fingers, slid them on the sides of her clitoral shaft.
Increasingly aroused, Bree pulled the clitoral hood aside. Even in the dim light her clit, packed with blood and covered in moisture, throbbed swelled sparkled. She ran the pad of a finger on it - top, bottom, left side, right side - varying pressure and angle. It looked tiny, the size of a perfect pearl, but it had become gigantic, coterminous with her body and generating a kaleidoscope of pleasure: comforting contented, blissful luxurious, inundating overwhelming.
Bree's thoughts returned to her fantasy. Bianca kissed down Bree's abdomen and across her flat tummy, licked Bree's cunt, flipped her onto her stomach to probe Bree's tight brown asshole with the tip of her tongue.
In the living room, in the real world, Bree traced a finger on the edge of the vibrator embedded in her ass, stimulating the sensitive flesh stretched around the toy. Her groans growing guttural and intense, she took hold of the vibrator's base, turned and twisted it, whirled it inside her ass, moved it in and out, imagining her stepson's cock was churning inside her.
Letting go of the vibrator, she turned to her clit, stroked pinched tugged, then reached for backside to work the vibrator.
As she alternated between cunt and asshole, her g-spot, tucked between them, vibrated and pulsed in time with her other holes. She wished Bianca was there to pull on her nipples.
Bree's mind returned to the fantasy. Bianca, using one of her perfectly manicured fingers, smeared a warm thick lubricant on Bree's brown bud, then slid the finger inside. Rotating her backside Bree felt the hard fingernail moving on the walls of her rectum. When Bianca slipped the finger out Bree, with a disappointed groan, said, "I liked that, put it back in."
"In a second slut, in a second."
After coating it with more lubricant Bianca slid it back in, pumped it in and out. Bree shuddered and moaned in growing lust. A second finger joined the first, then a third, and they were jabbing in and out and moving faster and faster and the bed moved. It was Bryan. He was naked. His hard cock bobbed before him,
He said, "Is she ready?" and saying, "I think so," Bianca moved onto her knees and kissed Bryan. As their tongues dueled like hungry desperate wolves Bianca twisted her fingers inside Bree's ass. Bree whelped in depraved need.
"Yeah, she's ready. Go ahead stud. Fuck her, fuck your stepmother."
That was where the fantasy playing in Bree's mind came to an end. For in her living room, in the real world, Bree felt it. It was something new, a pressure, sharp, intense, becoming more and more acute. Bree suddenly recognized it. It was like an intense need to pee, but in her asshole not in her vagina. Sill, her agile fingers kept working; she rocked her hips and ass into her hands; her powerful sphincter contracted on the vibrator.
Buried in an avalanche of feelings the need to pee passed and now there was a pulsating steel ball inside her. As she pressure and heat inside her intensified, the ball distorted, warped, buckled then, evaporating in the blinding heat of her loins, exploded. She came, a million colors danced in her head, the physical consumed the mental, and the orgasm kept going, washing over and through her, carrying her away from this hum-drum world.
Bree's body was in the chair, but her mind and spirit were elsewhere, in Shangri-la, living life free of cares or responsibilities or concerns. The bottom of her feet tingled and her clit pulsed. It was as if she was tucked into a cashmere blanket that would love her and take care of her the rest of her days.
Sadly, Bree could not stay in that world forever. She heard the upstairs toilet flush and footsteps, her stepson's masculine gait, move down the hall. Momentarily confused, why hadn't she heard footsteps heading for the bathroom, she figured it was those footsteps that had brought her back from Shangri-la.
Hands on the sides of her chair Bree forced herself to her feet, wobbling for a moment in her heels, and olive oil in her hand and vibrator in her ass headed upstairs.
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Edward and Andrea, under the influence of Bryan's white noise machines, were in a deep sleep when Bree came. Her scream of orgasmic pleasure did not wake them. Instead, their subconscious minds merged it with the subliminal voices singing of Bryan's dominance and power, of his sexual skills and mastery, of their roles in his world.
Bryan, wearing earphones as he programmed the new white noise machine, didn't hear a thing.
* * * * *
Yawning, Bryan checked the time. It was 2:00 in the morning. He turned off the white noise machine, leaned back in his desk chair. He'd be tired tomorrow, but it had been worth it. The hours spent programming, reprogramming, and updating Bianca and Roy, Bree and David, and Andrea's machines showed. His programming of this new machine was his best work to date. He'd also accomplished more than expected. While there was work to do, it would be ready for Serena's visit to the house tomorrow afternoon. No, it was after midnight, make that this afternoon.
He stood, pulled his tee-shirt over his head, heard a light tapping on his door.
"Bryan, its me. Can I come in?"
"Bree? Yeah."
Bree pushed the door open, stepped into the room, closed the door behind her, then stopped. She wasn't seeing anything unexpected, but it still took a second to process. Bryan was so gorgeous: intelligent eyes and a perfect trim lean pale hairless chest. How could see have ever preferred big tanned muscle-bound guys?
She also noted the exhaustion on her stepson's face. Had he been working all night? Based on the mess on his desk it looked like it. She made a mental note, she'd asked him what he'd been working on, but not now. Right now her priority was taking care of him and he looked like he could use a mother who'd fold back his sheets, turn off the lights, play soft music, and stroke his hair until he fell asleep.
But that was not the Bree that Bryan had programmed. What he'd programmed was a stepmother with an insatiable sexual appetite, no boundaries, and devoted to him, a pedal-to-the-metal balls-to-the-wall whatever-you-want-sir fuck-machine. And while Bree would have happily lain with him till he fell asleep, or cooked him chicken soup from scratch, what she wanted to do was fuck. If Bryan wanted the other things he'd have to tell her.
And what was Bryan thinking? His stepmother, looking better then ever, naked except for heels, had come through his door at 2:00 in the morning, eyes peaceful, smile lazy, cheeks and breasts flushed red. Stepmom had been playing with herself. Then, his eyes flowing down her body, he noticed light glisten off her legs. Her sex and inner thighs were soaked with girl juice and, based on the smell, olive oil. Yeah, stepmom had been playing with herself big time.
Bree, who'd watched her stepson's eyes flickering down her body, then stop at her well-oiled thighs, took a step towards him, said, "If I'd known you were up, I'd been here sooner," and circling her arms on his neck, kissed him. She tilted her head and dragged the tip of her tongue across his mouth. When she returned to the starting point his tongue was waiting. Their tongues touched, teased, and hers retreated into her mouth. His followed.
After a long lazy kiss, bodies pressed together, breasts flat on his chest, she moved her mouth to his ear and whispered, "Guess what I've been doing?''
The smell of olive oil permeating the room Bryan said, "Cooking?"
Saying, "Smart ass. I'll give you a hint," Bree placed her hands on the edge of Bryan's desk and, bending at the waist and leaning forward, spread her legs, offering her ass for inspection. She looked into one of Bryan's mirror, one they'd hung so Bree could watch Bryan fuck her against his desk. His eyes had fixed on her backside..
Running her hands down her legs to the floor, further spreading her ass cheeks, she uncovered the vibrator wedged in her ass and said, "Whattayathink? Bianca and I bought it a few days ago, I've been wearing it since. So tonight I was having this dream. I was sucking your cock, getting ready to deep throat you, and I wake up, frigging horny. Not regular frigging horny, which I am all the time, but super frigging horny.
"I figure my stud-stepson is sleeping. I think about driving to Bianca's, waking her up, but we'd be at it all night and I do need some sleep, big day at work tomorrow. That's when I think about my new toy. So I oil it up, slip it inside, and bring myself off in the living room thinking devilish thoughts about you, Bianca, and me. It was fun, but I wish I'd known you were up. Touch it darling."
Bianca had told Bryan all about the success with the first vibrator, how she and Bree had bought this larger one, that she thought Bree was ready for her anal deflowering. Now as Bryan, finger on its base, moved the vibrator inside Bree's anus, Bree closed her eyes and moaned. Bianca was right; Bree was ready.
He'd figured that when he and Bree first did it Bianca would be there; he knew how much she wanted to be. But he was ready and Bree was ready and he was the boss. Bianca would adjust; after all he'd programmed her that way.
What if Andrea or his dad woke up? While the refurbishing of their psyches was on schedule, neither was ready to learn that Bree was his lover or of their own changed status in the household. So, smacking his stepmother smartly on the ass with an open palm, generating a sharp crack from her backside and a moan from her mouth, he said, "Stand up, I need to get at the computer."
Obediently moving behind him, Bree ran her fingers up and down his back while Bryan leaned over his desk. Calling up the white noise machines' control panel, he boosted their intensity and set the timer. For the next two hours nothing short of a major earthquake, and possibly not even that, would wake Andrea or his father.
Bree, her focus on her stepson's body, didn't ask what he was doing - he was always doing something on his computer - but Bryan had prepared a response if she did. He'd tell her was backing up the night's research. He wondered, what if he told her the truth? Was she ready to accept it? The question invited further research, further programming.
Closing the program, he turned around. Bree slipped into his arms and cooed, "I was just thinking. Y'know how much Bianca wanted to be there the first time you fucked my butt. So why don't we video it and send it to her. It would be something different for her to wake up to. Whattaya think; where's your phone?"
"Stepmother, you've become quite the kinky bitch."
"You have yourself to blame. I'm a kinky bitch and a slut and I think we both know who's responsible."
"I wouldn't say slut. Sluts fuck indiscriminately. You are very discriminating."
Reaching for the olive oil, wetting her fingertips with it, she ran her hand down his body and inside his gym shorts. "You've got a point, you and Bianca are top of the line. As to slut? Perhaps you should pass me around sometime and see what happens?" She smiled; he wasn't wearing underwear, and slipped her fingers around his shaft. She loved his cock all the time, but at no time more than now. Moments short of full erection, it was thick and warm and cuddly, so different than it would be in a few seconds when, hard as steel, it became the weapon that had pierced her soul, conquered her, enslaved her.
She sank to her knees, curled her fingers around the hem of his shorts, sank to her knees, pulled them down. It swung free. Consistent with his pale complexion it was light in color, the head a perfect pink. The long smooth shaft, through which bright red and blue veins and arteries glowed, featured an elegant upward curve. That bend, and his sleek arrow-shaped head, were the perfect size and shape, grazing her g-spot each time he thrust into her, each time he pulled back.
Would it roll over her g-spot when buried in her ass? She was about to find out.
Bryan was finally going to fuck her up the ass! Bree thought of her friend. Bianca had suggested that when this time came Bree start with a blow job, switching among her favorite techniques, never employing one for too long. She didn't want Bryan to come in her mouth, nothing would feel as good in her ravaged asshole than a load of Bryan's thick warm creamy semen, but wanted him excited. Their first ass fuck shouldn't be a marathon session - they'd come later. A good blow job would also lubricate Bryan's cock and get Bree hot as hell - few things turned her on as much as sucking Bryan's dick.
Holding his dick she spread her legs, giving herself a stable base, and flashing submissive eyes said, "God I love this thing. May I have some." Without waiting for an answer she lay it flat on his stomach and licked him, a long hard lick with the flat of her tongue that started at his balls, flowed over the shaft, curled around the cock-head. When done she kissed the shaft, right below the head, and delivered another long lick, slower, more forceful.
Bryan breathed as much as said, "Oh fuck."
Tilting him forward, she focused on the tip of his dick, working the frenulum - it was, she'd discovered, his most sensitive spot - with licks light and tantalizing. Then, using the soft bottom of her tongue, she circled the head where it met the shaft.
Letting go of his cock, Bree cupped Bryan's balls, licked his perineum as she'd licked his frenulum, soft and sweet, then moved to the spot where his cock attached to his body under his skin. Here she licked harder, in ovals and lines and circles.
She returned to his balls, alternated between them and the base of his cock, all the time twisting her fingers on his shaft. After several happy minutes she reached between her legs, wet her pinky, and toyed with his asshole, softly lightly, never penetrating. Bryan looked down. His stepmother's face, pressed to his body, had disappeared. Only her bright red hair was visible. He cupped the back of her head with his hand.
Under Bree's worshipful attention Bryan's breathing deepened, his eyes drifted shut, his hand fell away from Bree's head, he said, "Damn stepmom, can you suck cock." Loving the compliment, Bree glanced up, saw the pleasure etched on her stepson's face, knew they were ready. Bree licked, a lazy long uninterrupted lick, up his shaft. At the top she slipped pursed lips over his cockhead. Bryan grabbed the sides of his desk for support and Bree, twisting both hands on his shaft, moved her lips and tongue over around atop his crown.
With a final hard suck she moved off his dick. It swung back against his chest and Bree, coddling his balls, looked up. "Bryan, fuck me in the ass, please."
He reached down and she took his hand, stood, kissed him. Her lips, after the vigorous blow job, were numb, but moving against his warm mouth they quickly recovered and she whispered in his ear, "Before we start I'd like to send Bianca a message?"
"Of course."
Bryan picked up the phone, pointed it at Bree, who stepped back and said, "Good morning Bianca, it's like 2:30 in the morning over here and Bryan's about to fuck my ass. I'll explain it all later. Now I know you'd want to be here, and I wish you were, but I'm ready now. Bryan and I figured this video would be the next best thing."
Stepping closer, with a wink of a pretty green eye, Bree reached down, caressed her stepson's stiff member, and continued. "Bianca I've listened to my sexy teacher. I've done everything you told to do to get me ready. Spent more than an hour playing with my sphincter, relaxing it, loosening it up, and yeah, coming a few times along the way. Love you."
Giving the phone a final wink, Bree leaned forward, her hands on the edge of Bryan's desk, and said, "Bryan dear, would you do the honors."
Bryan set the phone in place, then took hold of the vibrator's base. Bree clamped her sphincter while Bryan, using a slow twisting motion, backed it out of her ass. Noting the prodigious flow of olive oil accompanying it he said, "Shit, this stuff has staying power," then turning to the phone said, "Bianca, make a note, we need to try olive oil."
Bree, her voice a sexy purr, said, "Yes Bianca, you sexy bitch, I can still teach you a thing or two. Bryan, start me with a finger please."
Running his index finger up the crevice of her ass, coating it with oil, Bryan said. "Ready?"
"Yep."
Making a final check of the sight lines to ensure the video captured every dirty moment and that Bree could follow the action in the mirror, Bryan moved to the side, his dick dragging on Bree's hip, and placed his index finger to her anus. When her sphincter instinctively clamped shut Bree took a deep breath, focused on it, felt it relax.
Bryan, finger on her anus, felt it do so he and said, "You seem ready."
"I am. Impressive, huh? I've been practicing. Now, do me."
Moving slowly, millimeter-by-millimeter, Bryan buried his finger in Bree's rump. Bree, eyes closed, lifted her head and emitted a long low happy, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm," then squeezed her sphincter on the finger and rotated her ass, moving the finger inside her, gauging how much control she had over her muscles
"Oh, that's nice. Oh yeah. Okay. I'm ready. Bryan, slide it back."
Bryan did. When only his fingertip remained inside, he wiggled it. Squealing at the novel sensation Bree said, "Push it inside again, please."
Bryan did, a little faster this time. When it was wholly embedded in her ass Bree flexed the walls of her anus, moved her ass in a circle, then, for the first time exercising control, moved her ass forward, just an inch, pushed back onto his cock, did it again, a little longer this time.
As Bree lengthened her motions Bryan added a second finger, then a third. Three fingers were larger than any of the toys she'd played with and for the first time her grunts reflected discomfort. When Bryan moved to slow the speed of his thrusts Bree, finding the pain sharpened and intensified the pleasure, said, "No, keep going Bryan, keep it up, keep it up," and moving her hips into Bryan's hand, grunting a hard, Unnh," each time he bottomed out in her, taking control of the pace and power of the finger fuck. After several minutes, knowing it was time, Bree turned her head and, wicked smile on her face, said, "Bryan, please go lay on your bed."
Enjoying this assertive version of his stepmother Bryan did as asked and Bree, taking stock of the condition of her asshole, stood, tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and squeezed. She felt a spark in her clit. She knew things were going to be just fine.
As Bryan got in bed Bree picked up the phone, pointed it at her face, and said, "Hey Bianca, here comes the big moment, wish you were here," then set it in place so it would record everything that was about to happen.
Bottle of olive oil in hand Bree sat on the edge of the bed, dribbled some on Bryan's dick, and wrapped her fingers on the staff, twisting and sliding them, working the oil into his skin. His dick was soon quivering. She could keep going. She loved watching him spray his seed, loved it on her face, but at the moment there was something she wanted more.
Moving onto the bed, Bree straddled Bryan's waist, took hold of his cock, ran it up her anal crevice, her sphincter winking open each time the slender cockhead passed over it. Ready, she held his cock to her anus and with a sway of her hips applied a slight downward pressure. When the head of Bryan's dick pushed on Bree's sphincter the muscle tightened but Bree calmed it and the tip of Bryan's dick slipped into, then through her sphincter's tight ring.
Letting the minimal pressure already in place do the work, his cock, every square milometer of his cock, completed a slow journey into her asshole.
She was sitting on his hips; he was all the way inside. She squeezed her ass muscles and said, "You like that baby?'
"Yeah fuck, Bree you're tight."
Bree took a deep breath, said, "Yeah, and y'know, you're really big," and mind dazzled, sat there, trying to absorb the thousand novel sensations flooding her body. She'd never felt so full.
She felt Bryan's cock jump and waggle in her asshole, sending sweet swells of pleasure through her.
"Oooh baby, that felt good. What was that?"
"I flexed my dick inside you. You felt it?"
"Sure did, felt great. Do it again."
Bryan did, to Bree's sweet murmurs of appreciation, who, saying, "I can't believe I put this off for so long," moving nice and slow, raised herself on his dick. When only Bryan's cockhead was inside her she squeezed her sphincter. Bryan moaned - she loved his moan - and she moved down until her sphincter encased his frenulum and squeezed. Enthralled by Bryan's groan, she did it again.
With a twisting motion she lowered herself. When their bodies were fully joined, her apprehension slipping away, she slid her hands up Bryan's body to his shoulders and looking him in his eyes said, "Oh honey, feels so good, fuck me, I'm ready. Fuck me."
Thanks to Bianca's oft-pillaged backside Bryan was something of a savant of anal sex and now he took the time to properly break-in his stepmother. He rotated his hips, stretching Bree, but never too much. Bree savored the feelings, warmer, deeper, more primal than the light sharp ephemeral sparks of pleasure she felt in her cunt.
She'd never imagined her butt was so sensitive. She was ready to take over.
Her hands on Bryan's chest, Bree leaned forward, moving her ass an inch up his dick, stopped, slid back down, purred, "Ohhhh fucckkkkk..."
Bryan moved his hands on her hips, helping support her weight, and Bree steadily lengthened her motion until she was sliding her ass up and down the full length of her stepson's manhood.
They fucked. Her moans intensified, her hips quickened. When she finished a downward stroke Bryan, hands on her hips, pushed her down, driving himself deeper inside. As he did Bree ground her body on his, forcing him deeper.
Their pace quickened. Bryan thrust into her, meeting her descending body.
"Oh Bryan, oh honey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."
Bree experimented, alternating short shallow movements with deep penetrating ones. Bryan matched her. Bree tried different angles, leaning back over his legs, sitting straight up, moving in a corkscrew, leaning forward over his body.
Bree thought, what if Bianca was there. What would see like to see? What would Bree want to show her best friend?
Then she knew: she wanted to be dominated, fucked like an animal. She wanted Bianca and Bryan to know he owned her.
Raising her hips, Bree swivelled off him, moaning when Bryan's cock slipped from her ass, and said, "Bryan, I need you on top, I need you on top.".
Bryan moved off the bed, Bree dropped to her stomach, spread her legs. Then she squealed, feeling a flow of a warm thick liquid over her clit. Bryan was applying more olive oil.
Turning her head, Bree looked in the mirror. Bryan set aside the oil, sat on his knees between her legs. He leaned over her, supporting his weight on one arm, and Bree reached back with both hands to spread her ass cheeks. Bryan placed his cock on Bree's anus and pushed. Her by now well-trained sphincter offered little resistance.
Bryan sank inside her and Bree closed her legs, tightening her anal chute. His cock felt immense.
Once inside, employing his hips, Bryan thrust into her, moving slowly, in and out. As she responded with wanton groans he began to move in twists ovals circles.
Overwhelmed by the powerful raw organic sensations, Bree was initially passive. But soon, her focus on her butt, Bree saw how even small variations in the speed and angle of Bryan's thrusts generated differing pleasures in her ass. Bree began rocking her hips up to meet Bryan's cock. Then, feeling a twinge of pleasure in her g-spot, Bree jammed a pillow under her hips, raising the angle of her ass. When Bryan next entered her the cock-head rolled directly over her g-spot through the thin layer of skin separating rectum from vagina, .
"Uuuunnnnnnnnnhhhhhh."
Pushing a hand between her body and the bed, Bree thrummed her clit.
"Oh god yes, oh Bryan fuck me, so good, so good. God, you've made me such a slut. Fuck my ass."
"Yes stepmommy. I'll be fucking your and Bianca's sweet tushies from now on. If you're good girl I'll let you suck my cum from her ass."
His dick in her ass was hot. His lewd suggestion, air of command, and her husband and daughter sleeping only a few feet away was even hotter.
Bree worked her clit with three fingers. Her asshole throbbed with something primal, hard, and deep. Her g-spot sparkled and shone. All three burned and began to merge.
Bryan fucked her in wild abandon, driving his dick into asshole. She pushed her ass up, met his thrusts, moaned in approval. When their bodies came together Bryan grunted and air exploded from Bree's lung in a noise as much animal as human.
"Ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnnh."
Bryan raised his upper body, wrapped his fingers around Bree's neck, pinned her head to the bed. Reveling in submission, Bree pressed her hand to the bed's headboard, using the leverage to thrust her hips into her stepson's pillaging cock.
"Ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnnh."
The sparks in her clit were lightning and the pressure in her g-spot threatened to rip her in two and the throbbing in her anus was an earthquake..
""Ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnh, ee-unnnh, ee-uuunnnhhhhh."
Bree jerked her legs closer together and squeezed her sphincter and the muscles of her anus on him.
"Unnh, unnh, unnh, unnh, unnh, Bryan give me your cum, I need your cum, please your cum."
She heard him growl; she knew that growl. He was close and Bree, remembering another of Bianca's lessons, flexed her anal muscles, rolling them up and down Bryan's cock.
Already on the edge, euphoria washing over him, at this added stimulation Bryan shoved hard and deep. His testicles, at the place of no return, let go. Cum surged up the length of his dick, became a torrent flooding Bree's asshole. Bryan's hard grunts became a celestial wail of orgasmic delight.
As her backside filled with cum Bree, her voice rising several tones in pitch, sang, "Unnh, unnh, unnh, oh god Bryan I'm com..., com..., OH FUCK YES, COMING." The orgasm started in her asshole, and her cunt, and her clit, then blasted through her with an energy primitive primeval perfect.
Somehow an exhausted Bryan gathered the strength to roll off of her and they lay there panting, a tingling in their spines and brains and on the bottom of their feet. Bree wanted to stay the night, snuggle, but knew she had to return to her husband's bed. Then she remembered Bianca.
Saying, "I'll get the phone darling," she forced herself to her feet, grabbed the phone, returned to lay next to Bryan. Holding the phone at arm's length, she brought her and Bryan's faces into focus and said, "Hey beautiful, I hope you enjoyed the show. It was as amazing as you promised," then handed the phone to Bryan. He typed in a short message and forwarded the video to Bianca. The phone needed to be charged, but it could wait. He gave it to Bree, who lay it on a table next to bed, and turned back to him. Bryan was asleep.
She recalled her wedding day. Her friends and relatives, dressed for a summer wedding, gathered around. Edward, her soon to be husband, resplendent in a tuxedo. His son, the best man, characteristically quiet, drawing no attention to himself. She never imagined, no one could have imagined, that when she said, "I do," her pledge was not to Edward, but to his son, that it was Bryan and not his father, who would be the instrument of her liberation, that through him she'd discover her purpose and potential.
She kissed his forehead, lay her head on his shoulder, felt her eyes drift shut. She should get up, but this was nice, just for a second. Then she'd trek downstairs, get in bed with his father. Then she was asleep too.
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