Buffeting Souls

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Part 1 -- Erica seeks answers from Jessa

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The guest bathroom is a temporary refuge from Jessa's sexual innuendo. She's the first bonafide nymphomaniac I've ever met. I mean, there are some girls in my college that will sleep with anybody. They're trophy takers who'll fuck a boy just to put a notch in their belt.

But Jessa puts them to shame. She's always turned on, unlike the sluts at Kentucky University. With her, it's like sex is the be all and end all of existence. Jessa exudes pheromones like she does it on purpose. It's heady. I'm not entirely unaffected by it either.

I close the bathroom door and try to clear my head. I'm warm and feeling flushed all over after Jessa's display. That, and the heat in the townhouse. She keeps the thermostat set high. Okay, I don't know for a fact that her thermostat is set high, but it feels warmer in her townhouse than my parent's house.

At a guess, it's because she walks around nude all the time, not that she's unattractive you know. I happen to think she's rather hot actually, and kind of wish I'd met her before my parents ever did. I don't have a problem with nudity... except maybe family.

I accidentally saw my brother nude once. At that moment I thought it was gross, but once I became interested in boys, my attitude changed about it. Hey now, wait a minute, don't go thinking that my brother being nude turns me on, okay? No way.

I haven't taken my jacket off yet. So obviously, the extra layer of clothing makes it feel warmer. When I first walked in, it felt more natural to keep it on. Especially since I got spooked by her deadbolt auto-magically locking just after I did. And also, because I was hoping to only have a quick conversation.

Now I'm vacillating between the urge to remove it for comfort and the possibility of needing to keep it on in order to make a quick exit. But a quick exit equals no answers. And I need answers, I need to understand why my parents went all weird on me.

My parents haven't bothered telling me anything but they want to marry Jessa. My already married parents, for fucks sake, suddenly acting like love sick teens! Hell, I'm barely out of my teens. I can still remember what it was like being horny half the time, emo the other half.

Oh, this is good. I'm feeling a bit of clarity return to my thinking. The clarity that Jessa derailed by flaunting her pussy earlier, practically waving it under my nose. The smell of her arousal was unmistakable, and it is such a sexy pussy.

Okay, before Jessa's pussy makes me forget, I remove my jacket and hang it on a fixture by the door so that I can sit on the toilet and piss.

Jessa opens the door mid-stream. Having Jessa look at me while I piss causes me to blush. And besides that, the scent of her arousal once again invades my nose with the breeze from the door being opened. Fuck, she's got no shame!

"Are you okay with beer for lunch or plum wine?" Jessa asks.

My reflexive response is, "Beer is fine."

Jessa walks away leaving the door open. It's not like anybody but her might wander by while I'm wiping, but the lack of privacy bothers me. The assumption that I'm as open with my body as she is with hers is a bit galling, but there's not much I can do about it now.

And to make matters worse, that unspoken expectation pressures me into feel self-conscious about being overdressed. It causes a hesitation before I pull my underpants and jeans up. Is this how she corrupted my parents?

Steeling my resolve as best I can, I grab my jacket on the way out of the bathroom. I realize keeping it on is only going to increase my underarm perspiration instead of aiding my mission objectives.

As I walk toward the kitchen, Jessa peeks around the corner with two beers in her hands. Her nipples are standing at attention now, presumably from having retrieved them from the cooler.

I hadn't noticed the bars through her piercings before. Now they are prominent. They scream lick me, bite me, pinch me, twist me. They are like magnets for my eyes, pulling my focus away from what I want.

When I arrived this morning, I was thinking that I was going to have an adult conversation with another adult instead of a walking, talking billboard lit up in neon and advertising "SEX, SEX, SEX!" I begin to wonder if I've bitten off more than I can chew.

The knuckles that are squeezing around my jacket are starting to complain. In a way, I'm kind of grateful for the distraction from Jessa's breasts. Well, her whole body actually.

Walking into the dining area, there are three tall chairs at the breakfast bar. Jessa sets two beers on the countertop, one in front of two of the chairs. My thought is, 'Dealer's Choice', but I'm not really the dealer here. It's up to me to pick.

I drape my jacket across the back of one, the middle one, and grab the beer in front of it. Two quick swigs later, I'm thinking it would have been better to ask for water. But this is liquid courage going down my gullet. I've got to ask her for help in understanding the whole situation.

So, my mouth opens to make my first demand, and the doorbell rings. Jessa looks at her phone, taps the screen and says, "Coming." She pads away to answer the door in the nude. That's right, in the nude! I'm in over my head, but two more quick swigs start to lessen the shock of what I've witnessed so far.

Coming back into the kitchen, Jessa states, "I hope chicken fried rice is okay. I've gotten some chicken egg rolls and cream cheese won-tons also. Do you like chopsticks or regular flatware?"

"Regular flatware," I reply, after a slight hesitation. I need to focus, and trying to work with chopsticks at this point? Way too much trouble. I get a fuzzy feeling in my sinuses like the effects of the alcohol also, so I look at the label.

Most craft beers are under 6 percent alcohol by volume. This craft beer Jessa gave me is closer to 11 percent, and I'm drinking on an empty stomach. The label reads -- Monster Truck. Ugh.

Jessa opens one of the just delivered cartons and spoons a portion of fried rice into a wide, flat bowl. There is a second bowl sitting there. Mine maybe? I take my cue from her. I clumsily empty the rest of the carton into it, then a full packet of soy sauce onto the stuff as my stomach rumbles with hunger.

Breakfast this morning had devolved into an argument. Mom thought I owed an apology to Jessa and wouldn't let it go. She blamed me for Jessa's rejection of their marriage proposal, and guilted me into driving here. But I have another reason for being here.

The way I see it? Mom doesn't listen to Jessa any better than she listens to me. I've got nothing to apologize for. Definitely not for blowing up Mom and Dad's horny plans. I'm not about to apologize to Jessa for my parents not being ideal marriage material. No fucking way!

After a couple of bites, I can't wait any longer, "So, Mom thinks that my yelling at you last weekend scared you away, made you turn them down. It pisses me off, you know? Because I find it fucking hard to believe you'd be intimidated by me."

"You've got a good head on your shoulders baby," Jessa purrs, "like the best of both your parents."

"Heh, yeah, got my intellect from Dad, my potty mouth from Mom. Am I supposed to be okay with my parents fucking? That's just gross! How long have you been fucking my parents? The first time I remember seeing you was just after spring semester last year." I thought maybe I could shock Jessa. I was wrong.

"That's right, it was just after I spent the weekend with Kat at the spa retreat in Dahlonega. I actually met her at Barbarossa's three weeks before, when I answered her ad. But that spa weekend? That was the first time I fucked her," Jessa responded in a sultry tone.

Her response makes me choke on my fried rice and bits of food fly out of my mouth. "What? Ad? What Ad?" I manage to get out as I try to recover.

"She placed an ad in the adult classifieds... seeking a seductress. Kat wanted me to seduce and fuck Dale."

After my coughing fit, the bottle of beer is close to hand. I drink some, but the brew fizzes and tickles and threatens to set me coughing again. I crinkle my nose to control it. After that passes, I focus on her again. I blurt, "NO! No way!"

"It's true sweetie. Ask your mom. I've got nothing to hide."

"Fuck! They aren't telling me shit! My Mom? My Mom placed an ad to get you to fuck my DAD! What the hell! Why would she want you to do that?"

"She wanted an excuse to divorce him," Jessa adds bluntly.

Jessa starts to add something else, but I shush her, waving my hand in front of me. The bottom just fell out from under me. I almost hyperventilate. The room feels like it is spinning. Just barely three bites of food and I've lost my appetite again.

It's enough contemplating my Mom enjoying sex with my Dad, let alone Jessa, but now I'm having to process the possibility that my Mom initiated this sordid triangle with Jessa instead of the other way around. I sit for long moments in a fog. I can't quite put my finger on what I'm feeling.

Anger for one, that Mom would think to divorce Dad. Disappointment that I was just now hearing all this from the very nymphomaniac they got mixed up with. Shock that my Mom, who I thought was very hetero, would be swapping bodily fluids with another woman. It's not that I saw that as a problem, I've kissed a few girls trying to figure out my preferences. I just never thought Mom would do that.

And Jessa continues eating lunch waiting for me to parse my thoughts. In a way, I'm jealous of how casually she approaches this issue.

If Jessa marries my parents, would that make her my step-mother? Shit! And Holy Shit! Wait, Jessa herself said she wasn't the marrying kind. But what if she can't dissuade my parents? What then?

Thinking about all this is making my head hurt. As I continue to drink the beer Jessa gave me, my thoughts muddle a bit more. I'm ready to grasp at any straw that presents itself.

"My head is fucked, Jessa. How can you be so calm about this? I've got no idea how to stop it. You said you didn't want to marry them."

Jessa chuckles lightly, "Sweetie, you wouldn't believe how many bridges I've burned. The only thing that worries me is how persistent your parents are. Usually it doesn't take more than a 'What the Fuck are you talking about?' attitude. But we've gone past that."

"Really? Oh great!"

"Oh no, darling. I didn't say I have no idea. In fact, I think I've got a dandy idea about how to change their attitude toward me, lover."

My brain must be really addled now, it sounds as if she just called me lover.

"What do you have in mind Jessa? I'm willing to consider..." and my response is cut off mid-sentence when Jessa's mouth covers my lips. My brain stops cold. Oh My God, her tongue thrusts between my lips, stops my thoughts, shakes my heartbeat.

Her tongue searches my mouth; I gulp. Thinking just became problematic. I can feel her tongue brush the tips of my teeth. My jaw parts; I whimper a half-hearted protest into her mouth. Her tongue dives in. Exploring, pursuing, possessing me.

I feel the heat increasing between my legs. I never felt like this while kissing any other girl. Maybe, just maybe she really is so good in bed. It feels like my whole being is melting... from just a kiss! This is beyond my clumsy fumbling with the girls at college.

When Jessa's mouth leaves my lips, all I can manage is a pant. A pant and a sob. "Jessa... please... I'm feeling dizzy. What... what's... that for?" I feel a longing in my loins also. I don't understand it. It confuses me. I try to catch my breath.

"It's simple, sweetie. Be my lover."

"Lover?" I squeak.

Jessa moves closer; her presence is suddenly overwhelming. I feel heat from her breath, her nude body. Her eyes look deeply into mine, it makes me shudder. I'm definitely feeling the effects of the beer; Jessa's gaze is palpable.

I wonder if this is how she seduced my Mom and Dad, this sensual onslaught of bodily demand; body language sultrily whispering, let me fuck you, you know you want it.

My pulse feels thready and my breath shallow. I find myself trying to deny that I'm about to be fucked by her too, but my denial feels powerless and weak. I barely notice her fingers as they unerringly unfasten my buttons like she knows where every single one is without having to look at what she's doing. The look of hunger in her eyes is mesmerizing.

I whimper, "but," weakly and forget what's supposed to follow, what I wanted to say.

Her response is a pout. A pout that tempts me, inserts in me a desire to give in. The back of my mind tells me to find out what the big deal is, to find out why my parents are suddenly brainless idiots. Her dusky rose colored lips are tempting. Those pouting lips, are beckoning me to explore them.

Oh God, help me. I'm sure now, Jessa wants to fuck me. Just like she fucked my Mom and Dad, and why am I so damn horny now when I think that? My nipples are hardening. They... I want to feel her lips on them.

I brave it, and kiss her pout puckered lips and they soften at my touch, and I lose myself in her desire. It feels so fucking good to be desired. My sex becomes as wet as my need. I gasp when I feel her fingers within the waistband of my jeans and my underpants. Her touch tingles and I shiver.

Jessa insistently tugs my clothing off my hips and quivering thighs. In a flash they pass my knees, and fly quickly down to my ankles. The seductress kneels before me and whispers to my sex. Her lips on my thighs send shocks stitching up and down my spine. When Jessa nips my flesh with her teeth, all I can do is moan, "Oh Fuck!"

Jessa's mouth is giving me sensations that I never experienced before. The urgency of my need drools out of my pussy onto the stool I'm leaning on. My bum slides in my juices as my clit seeks her mouth. Why do I want her mouth on my clit so much?

As soon as the question forms in my mind, it evaporates. It seems so right that her mouth should be there! I approach my climax when it happens. I squirm as her tongue squirms on me, slides over my sensitive lips and nub.

My legs spasm, hips buck off the seat. I clutch her head onto my sex and thrust against her mouth, and I cum hard. When she moans against my pussy it's all I can do to keep on my feet. My knees are so weak now.

I fall back to sit, but miss the stool; ankles being tangled up in my jeans and underpants. I stagger back against the countertop gasping, trying to catch my balance and breath. That was so much better than using my own fingers! My cheeks blush from having lost my control and my mind to the pleasure.

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Part 2 -- Jessa lays out her plan... and Erica

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My hands are on Erica's hips, but not holding tightly. It isn't necessary since she's holding my face into her sweet muff. She cums and tries to back away. I might have been caught off balance if I'd been holding on, but her pussy is still dripping from orgasm while she gasps for breath. I smell the lovely aroma of her excitement.

"That's it Erica? You're just going to let me have a taste and leave me hanging? I thought I was a tease, but you are just almost as much."

I walk closer to her on my knees, inching ever closer, beckoning her with the expression of desire on my face. For a moment it almost looks like she will give in to the seduction. Erica gulps in air. She edges a bit farther along the countertop, saying, "But, wouldn't being lovers take a bit longer?"

"Your parents haven't told you how insatiable I am?" I ask as I inch closer, trying to be as seductive, as inviting as possible. I smile at her, "I'm surprised they let you come over by yourself."

"What I meant was... wouldn't it be better to gradually become... er, you know, get to know each other first... um, wouldn't it be suspicious if I j... just jump into your bed... I mean, can't we just pretend, and like tell them we did?" Erica asks.

Erica's flustered response brings a grin to my face. "You think you can actually sell that story if you've barely spent an hour here and you never want to come back?" At this point, I'm up close and personal again. She doesn't have any room to maneuver away, or even so much as pull her jeans and underpants up.

I gently stroke her hips and trace the landing strip of pubic hair. Her skin raises goose-flesh with every stroke. Giving Erica a coquettish, look I ask, "Are you ruling out my suggested solution my pretty, delicious, darling girl?"

"Um... I can see there are certain orgasms, er... advantages to be gained by your proposition. But this is all so quick... I haven't had much time to... much time to... um, consider..."

I breathe in her heady scent and sigh, while my face is practically but not quite buried in her pretty little sex again. Then looking up, "Ooh! I've got an idea! You and Jessa can watch some mindless entertainment on the booby tube while you consider."

To reassure her that I'm giving her space to think, I pull her underpants and then her jeans up. I let her fasten them while I stand, Jessa pouts as Erica does so. The pout distracts her for a moment before she continues to fasten her jeans.

I invade her personal space, reach around her to grab my phone, making sure that my nude body, my stiff bar enhanced nipples brush against the front of her. It is delightful that her breath quickens again as I do so. Erica's warm breath on my shoulders thrill me, as do her hands unable to avoid brushing my nipples.

Erica contacts my body, erect nipples and all, while doing up her clothing. I bring up my AV app on my phone; queue up some Jessa porn for us to watch on the main screen in the living room. It's in my plan to teach her how to masturbate and squirt.

"Okay, sweetie, I've got some videos queued. Would you like another beer? I've also got plum wine or sake if you'd prefer." The Video Screen comes on in the living room and I walk around the counter to the wine cooler where my wine, sake, and beer are chilling.

"Spring water?"

"Sure thing, lover," I say, while pulling out a pilsner glass to empty the water bottle into. After her glass is filled, out comes my own single serving bottle of plum wine. It's a twist off cap, so not a big deal. I grab Erica's free hand and guide her into the living room sofa.

Erica gets comfortable on the sofa. I drape my arm across her thighs and pull her shoes and socks off. It seems like she is close to objecting, but since I make it seem as utilitarian as possible, her objections don't get voiced.

The video continues playing on the screen. It's one of my earliest videos, where I'm riding a Sybian to orgasm. My juices pool and dance on the saddle while my hips shuffle and bounce against the vibrations. It doesn't take long in the video before I've had at least four orgasms. My sex juices have dripped down the sides of the machine, everything is wet.

When I dare glance at Erica, she is wide-eyed and her breathing is shallow. She's barely cognizant of me massaging her feet and ankles.

"That's you..." she starts.

"Sure is sweetie. Do you want to try the Sybian?"

"Uh... You recorded yourself. Why are you showing me something like that?"

"You don't like it? How about this one?" I asked and tapped my phone to advance to the next video, the one where I'm on my knees looking over my shoulder at the camera and panting while a machine with a dildo attached is fucking me to the sound of tips registering in the video.

In and out the dildo goes, inexorably stroking me, stroking my canal as I moan and groan, stretching my lips, rocking my hips, my pelvis until my inevitable squirting orgasm.

"Oh My God!" Erica exclaims. "How often..."

"Back then, I was doing that almost daily. That was before I met your parents. Do you want to try that machine? It wouldn't take long to set up for you."

"Do they know you do stuff like that?"

"Not really. I didn't think they would find it interesting, they only seemed interested in fucking most of the time."

"Can we not talk about my parents fucking?"

"What about you lover? You want to watch my cam shows, or would you rather fuck instead?"

Erica gawps at me then, so I pause the video, cross my arms on her lap and peer up at her with bedroom eyes. "I'm trying to figure out why you seem inordinately interested in keeping your clothes on. It's kind of hard to be my lover if you won't let me fuck you."

Erica blushes at that point. She is rather cute when she does, and she's sexy as fuck when she is flustered. It makes me want to gobble her all up, nibble her all over and eat her pussy until she screams. Her innocence is awesome, and I want to consume it.

Idly I reach for the waistband of her jeans and trace her belly just above it while she squirms under my fingertips. Erica starts breathing hard so that I can tell I am affecting her. She's trying to think around the thoughts of sex I'm emanating. It's easy to tell she is being inundated with seductive impulses. I'm doing my damnedest to get into her pants.

I was there a few minutes ago. I think I should be able to get there again without a whole lot of effort. As I unbutton her jeans she gasps. Her hands grasp mine. She's trying to play harder to get than her mother, so I just smile seductively at her. That elicits a whimper. It makes me think she's open to my seduction.

I lightly bite her jeans covered thigh, and Erica rewards with a sharp intake of breath and a groan.

"Wait!" she gasps.

"What for? You're so delicious, I just want to eat you up."

Erica grabs my wrists and lightly pushes against my attempt to finish undoing her jeans and says, "Mom and Dad will be really, really pissed about... um about... uh..."

"If we fuck? I kind of think that's the whole point isn't it sweet cheeks?"

I yank her hips so she slides off the sofa and straddles my lap. Her jeans unzip as I do so. I start kissing her neck, slowly moving my lips up to her chin line. Erica is gulping and gasping while my lips caress her skin. I feel her trembles as I kiss, nibble, and occasionally gently suck on her skin.

Shut up, Trouble! You can have your way with my backside after I've had my way with her. In the meantime, leave me in peace with this pretty little toy until I've debauched her. I'm not in the mood for a threesome right now, get your prick away from my cunt!

Her grip on my wrists weaken as I work my hands inside her waistband. Her resistance is crumbling. My lips find a sweet spot in the cleft of her neck and collarbone. Her moan is my reward. Erica's hands move up and her fingers brush past my hard nipples giving me a thrill.

After a moment, while my kisses and nibbles start trailing back up toward her ear, her hands lightly press against my shoulders and flutter. It makes me think that maybe she's slightly embarrassed to make contact with my nude flesh.

Since my hands are free and her top is in the way, I move them up under her clothing and tenderly caress her back. Erica arches her back, and whether she's trying to avoid my caresses or enjoying them, it facilitates my chance to quickly unfasten her bra.

"Wait... Je... Jessa, wait..." Erica half pants, pushing against my shoulders.

I back off a bit, shifting her hands further down on my chest and ask, "What's wrong love?"

"I thought you loved Mom and Dad. Wouldn't it be a massive betrayal taking me as a lover?"

"I do love them sweetie, as much as a person like me can love anybody really. I'll miss them terribly when they leave me over it. You haven't suggested any alternative yet though, and I can't think of anything better."

"But... that makes it seem like... why me? Why do I need to be your lover?"

I smile and stroke her cheek trying to reassure her. "Well, it can't be anybody else. Your Mom and Dad might just decide to overlook my transgression if I just pick up some stud out of a bar. Having you in my bed will be the next best thing to having your parents also, sweetie."

"That's it? You'll just use me for your gratification and once my parents give up on marrying you, you'll be done with me? Wait... what the fuck am I saying?"

"No, heavens no! We can keep seeing each other until you've had enough of me. As long as you don't want to get married. It'll be cool. You can even move in with me! Well, while you're not away at school that is. I'm assuming you are going to finish, right?"

"Oh My God! You sound like my parents! What if I decide to take a break?"

"Well, whatever you want sweet cheeks, as long as I can get back to fucking you," I say as I grab the bottom hem of her top and pull it up. The buttons are askew, because she was so distracted earlier. She still hasn't realized it, but it doesn't matter, because her shirt is going to be coming off her if I have any say in the matter.

Caught off guard, Erica doesn't start to struggle until her struggles actually help me wrest her top off. Her nipples are getting delightfully taut when I get the shirt and her bra over her head.

After stripping it off her, I dive toward her mouth with my lips. Flinging her shirt and bra aside, I grab her face and plunge my tongue between her lips. The shock of it parts her lips giving me access to explore. Her whimpering sighs inflame my passion. My hands roam her ribs and my thumbs brush her hardened nipples until she squeals into my mouth.

As my lips part from her mouth, she pants and tries catching her breath. I start wrestling her jeans off her hips and Erica is now pliant and not resisting, unconsciously lifting her hips to aid my effort. I shift to my knees while working more of her clothes off, I suck on a nipple and flick it with my tongue.

Erica's back arches and she exclaims, "Oh, oh, oh God, what are you doing to me?" Her jeans are just now sliding past her knees, and I can tell she's approaching a climax. I work my way down her belly nipping softly with my teeth.

Erica seems overwhelmed by sensations that I'm providing. I so enjoy the breakdown of intellect that comes with sexual release and listening to her breathing and pants and gasps makes me think I'm going to ultimately be successful in her seduction. She spasms with her second climax of the day.

But I'm not going to be satisfied with just one of her orgasms, or in this case, two of her orgasms. I want to possess all of them for the remainder of the day. While she's flopping around kind of boneless, I stand and finish undressing her.

Erica is as adorable as her mom was the first time I seduced Kat. Soon enough, she will be debauched and more demanding, but for now, I will be content fucking her silly for the rest of the day. I walk into the kitchen and fetch a bottle of water while Erica recuperates.

Twisting the cap off, I take the initial drink from it before handing it to her. "Here," I say, "Drink. You need to stay hydrated."

Erica almost has all of her breath back by now. She thanks me for the water after drinking about a quarter of the bottle. When she holds the bottle back up to me, I grasp her wrist and haul her to her feet.

"Come on lover, let's go to bed."

"Really? You want more?"

I kiss her and say, "Cute! That was just foreplay, love. Now let's go someplace we can really fuck."

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Part 3 -- Dale hopes for Jessa's response to their proposal

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I stretch out, reach for Kat, but her body is not here in bed with me. At first I panic, but then remember she is supposed to be working this morning. She let me sleep in, that's usually the case when she works on Saturday.

I continue stretching, kind of wishing that Jessa was in bed with me since Katrina is not. But that reminds me that she kicked us out after we proposed to her last Sunday.

I'd concentrated on work this past week instead of thinking about it. It was tough, but I did. I only gave one thought to Jessa while I was at work, okay maybe more than one thought. I kept hoping that Jessa would send a text message or something to let us know that she would marry us. Does that make me romantic?

Anyway, I'm awake now in an empty bed. I remember when Jessa showed up at our house last weekend, and the memory makes my cock hard. Kat and I were both so horny for her. Jessa had barely wandered into our house downstairs and we started seducing her.

She was trying to tell us something at the time, but Kat had tugged Jessa's skirt down her lithesome legs and started licking and biting her thighs until whatever she had been trying to say got lost somewhere in lust. I had, of course, taken possession of Jessa's mouth.

Her lips were soft and pliable and responsive as I kissed her and thrust my tongue between her lips. While I picture how we seduced her in our kitchen, I wrap my fingers around my throbbing erection. My hips want to thrust, my penis wants to feel Jessa's pussy wrapped around it again.

Katrina's soft nether folds come to my mind also. They were dripping as she sucked on Jessa's clit there while we undressed her. Kat couldn't keep her lips and tongue from diving into Jessa's soft folds. We both love fucking Jessa so much. That's why we ended up proposing.

But at the moment, pre-cum is leaking from the end of my cock while I am thinking about how we overwhelmed Jessa's protestations and dragged her upstairs to fuck after we strip her. She's just so adorable when she loses her mind to lust.

I stroke myself while I envision the two of us fucking Jessa. I moan as my hand pumps my cock shaft to the memory of Kat straddling Jessa's mouth with her dripping pussy. Jessa could do no less than thrust her tongue deep in Kat's waiting sex. The sloppy pussy eating sounds were kind of loud as Kat rocked her hips on Jessa's mouth while she alternately sucked and pinched Jessa's nipples.

I think about how I started kissing and nipping at Jessa's thighs. I avoided her sex for a while until Jessa started bucking her hips. Her pussy is absolutely gorgeous when it pulses open and close beckoning being stuffed.

The memory of Jessa's lustful moans fuel my energetic stroking of my cock this morning, while I reminisce about how we teased her. Kat and I were unmerciful. We were trying to edge her; we wanted to make her beg to be fucked. My cock is now rock hard as I remember how Jessa was putty in our hands. I'm getting close to cumming.

My shaft is throbbing now, aching with the need to release, desire for cumming is overriding my reticence for messing up the bedding. Kat's pussy springs to my mind's eye, my target for my cum shot. I inch closer and closer to spraying my cum.

Neither Kat's nor Jessa's pussies are available, but I'm past the point of caring. My peak is approaching with each stroke of my fist. My hips are almost beyond control now, I'm going to cum soon. My dick is going to spray my cum on my stomach. I don't have the volition to grab anything to catch my cum. I am beyond the point of no return.

My back stiffens and arches as I pant my last climactic breathes. My aching prick spasms within my hand. My balls contract and squeeze a load through my shaft as I tremble. The load shoots toward my chest and covers my stomach, my release not quite shooting as far as when I was younger. It didn't lessen my satisfaction though.

After cumming, I lay there in bed while the ejaculate cools on my belly. I pant and catch my breath, glowing in the aftermath of my self-pleasuring. I wonder if Kat or Jessa would have enjoyed watching. I'd like to think that they would have.

As Katrina so often tells me, the best way to my heart is through my stomach. Well, in this case, since the cum on my stomach either needs to be wiped up or rubbed in, I smear it around the skin on my belly until it dries.

I'll get up shortly to take a shower. And since nobody is here to cater to my heart, catering to my stomach with breakfast is a good self indulgence... almost as good as my masturbation session thinking about how Kat and I made Jessa squeal and squirm last weekend.

After my shower, I dress in my paint stained jeans and an old sweatshirt with a faded logo. I'm planning on doing some cleaning in the garage and trying to take my mind off waiting for Jessa to change her mind about our marriage proposal.

Walking past Erica's door, I knock to see if she wants me to cook some breakfast for her while making my own. She doesn't respond, and when I check out the window in front, her car is gone. She often has a job when she's between semesters at school, so my assumption is that's where she is.

Before cooking breakfast, I grind some coffee beans for making coffee, and since the last of my whole bean coffee is now in the coffee machine, that means adding a bag of beans to the grocery list.

Kat had started a new list and attached it to the refrigerator with a magnet, so I just add coffee to the list. Between the two of us, we know that means beans. If Jessa ever joins us and starts adding to the list... on the other hand, Jessa doesn't drink coffee anyway, so I suppose that's a useless line of thought.

I glance at my cell phone again. Nothing new from anybody except from spam callers. No message from Jessa. If only she would send me a text or voice mail or email even, or failing that, Kat might get something from her.

Kat told me last night that she was giving Jessa space to miss interaction with us, but waiting is driving me crazy. Giving up on our continued relationship with Jessa is something I'm not yet ready to entertain.

Granted we had broken her heart last year, now she apparently is protecting herself from that happening again. But even after that, it doesn't seem fair that Jessa would turn right around and break our hearts.

My ruminations distract me from noticing that the coffee machine is finished brewing. When I notice it, I fetch myself a cup from a cabinet and pour the hot brew. Some new hire at work came in with this new idea to only sweeten his coffee with maple syrup.

I don't know why that came to my mind just now, but I shrug and decide to try it out. What could it hurt, right? The only problem is, when I look through the pantry, there's no maple syrup to be had. So maple syrup gets added to the shopping list.

With nobody around to gripe at me for doing so, my breakfast is three strips of bacon on a slice of toast with cheese. If my doctor knew, he would possibly be scandalized. In my mind I scoff at him. Just like avocado, bacon is good fat. That's because everything is better with bacon.

The garage is cold this morning. The north Georgia hills don't warm up much this time of year, but it won't be many more weeks before the green starts budding again despite the cold. My sweeping generates some body warmth, even though it tires me out somewhat.

Jogging is not something that interests me, so this type of exercise is something that I think of as comfortable. It needed doing anyway, and I can do it without having to put a lot of effort into thinking. I can think about nothing at all and be content with the motion, the building ache of my muscles, the repetitiveness is like a sort of meditation.

Much like Jessa's yoga, this chore provides a measure of solace in the doing. It provides a welcome refuge from the noisiness of my mind. Before I know it, the time has passed and I become conscious of the thumping of a car door outside in the driveway. My assumption when I look at the clock on the garage wall is that Kat has just arrived home.

I set the shop broom aside and grab the dustpan and brush to finish tidying up, then walk into the house. Kat greets me as I enter. Her cheeks are rosy red from being out in the cold weather. It brings a smile to my face as I see her.

"Hi Kat, love! I'm done cleaning the garage and I'm ready for a shower. Can I interest you in joining me?"

"The kitchen smells like bacon dear," she replies. "Any chance you saved me a bite?"

"Well, I did cook the whole package lover. I'll reheat it for you if you promise to scrub my back."

Katrina adds more to the bargain, "Baby, if you make a BLT sandwich and a cup of coffee for me while I get out of my pantyhose, I will fuck you in the shower after I scrub your back."

"Hmm," was my response, "You drive a hard bargain, woman of my dreams, I'll do anything for sex in the shower."

My wife's hips sway seductively as she walks to the stairway. Kat might have been exaggerating her natural movement because she knew she had my attention on her back side. She pauses at the bottom of the stairs and hikes the hem of her skirt up.

She went to work this morning with only her pantyhose on, no underwear. Perhaps because she knew I would be waiting for her at home. She really is trying to make sure I'm ready for sex. I can feel my shaft growing rigid as she looks over her shoulder at me with a lewd grin.

While she starts up the stairs the pantyhose are being pulled down the curve of her ass, even though the hem of her skirt is riding down with them. What a tease. I love her. For a few years she wasn't so playful. Then she found Jessa to seduce me in an attempt to end our marriage.

Jessa woke up Kat's sexual nature, big time. I'm grateful that she changed her mind about divorcing me. But now we both want Jessa to become our partner. Kat is being more patient about it than I am. Giving Jessa space to be Jessa, waiting for her to come around.

I turn back to making that BLT sandwich for my sexy wife, being careful not to snag my semi erect cock in a drawer while I work. The coffee has been cold for a while, so it gets reheated in the microwave before the bacon does. What would bacon flavored coffee be like? I decide not to take that chance, just the same.

When Kat returns to the kitchen, she's wearing just a bathrobe. It's loosely tied and the strip of bare flesh showing, hints that she is not wearing anything beneath it. That just serves to make my dick harder. It seems she is begging to be molested as she eats her sandwich.

My lust is on the rise while she sips her coffee. I step behind her while she takes a bite from her sandwich and I nibble on the back of her neck while the bacon crunches in her mouth. Kat's shoulders hunch and she moans. I slip a hand into the front of her bathrobe and tweak her nipple.

"Oh fuck... you want to have me here before we even make it to the shower don't you, you lech?" Katrina groans around her mouthful.

"Well, you make it too easy, beautiful. I'll tell you what. I'll go start the shower while you finish your lunch. But hurry or I'll come down stairs all wet and bend you over the counter."

Kat gulps and has to swallow a quick mouthful of coffee. "Okay, go. I promise I'll be right up," she pants.

I head upstairs with a spring in my step, taking the steps two at a time looking forward to the shower sex. It doesn't usually last long, and normally we continue by moving out to the bed after toweling ourselves dry, but it's great foreplay.

Most of the time shower sex means oral sex for us. We don't have the stamina we did in our twenties, so we can't actually have sex standing in the shower. It means either I will kneel and lick her pussy until she can't stand up any longer, or she'll kneel and suck on my dick until I can't stand straight any longer.

I think today, since Kat promised to scrub my back, it means she will suck my dick. I want to make sure that I'm squeaky clean before she joins me. I can't imagine it would be any fun to suck my dick while my balls are still sweaty from cleaning the garage. I start washing as soon as the water is hot enough in the shower.

Kat joins me in the shower as I'm rinsing the shampoo from my hair. She lathers up my back and presses her body against me. Her nipples are hard and pebbly and tickle my back as she rubs up and down against me. Her arms encircle my waist and she takes hold of my cock with soapy hands and strokes it. My cock is hard fairly quickly from that, and I turn around and gather Kat in my arms.

Her belly presses my shaft against my own belly while I squeeze her close and take possession of her mouth with mine. We both start moaning into each other. She pushes away from me a bit and guides my dick between her legs so that her pussy lips straddle the length.

Clamping her thighs on my dick, Kat slides back and forth. I'm reassessing our ability to have standing sex in the shower now. If she thigh fucks my cock like this without my having to actually penetrate, I'm going to cum before we make it to the bed.

"Oh, God, this feels good darling. If you keep this up, I'm going to explode soon," I tell her.

"Mmm, yes, cum for me, cum on my thighs, stud. I want you to spray your jizz on me! Uhn, Oh, God, Yes!"

I feel extra wetness soaking my cock then as Kat spasms on top of my shaft. My own core spasms and tenses as I climax from the feeling. Ejaculate splatters the insides of her thighs and she continues to slide back and forth on me while my shaft softens again; I kiss her hard.

"Wow! Feeling a bit horny my darling?" I ask as I catch my breath.

We both start rinsing ourselves and each other. I pull her into my arms again and hug her as we stand under the hot water. I'm really mellow and relaxed, so I dare to mention what's been on my mind most of the morning. "I'm thinking about calling Jessa and inviting her to dinner tonight. Do you think she'll accept?"

Kat responds, "I don't see any reason why not. I sent Erica over this morning to apologize to her. That should put her in a better mood to think about our proposal. Jessa was probably put off by Erica's tantrum last weekend. Once that's smoothed over, she'll come around to seeing the logic of it."

The water is still kind of hot, but I feel a chill washing down my spine. "You sent our flesh and blood daughter... by herself, to talk to Jessa? The woman you once told me would fuck a statue? I need some air."

"I don't know... Maybe Jessa won't fuck her? She wouldn't do that to us would she? Do you think... if she does, it means she doesn't love us anyway?"

I step out of the shower and start toweling myself dry.

***

Part 4 -- Erica succumbs to Jessa

***

Jessa tugs my wrist, pulls me toward the hallway. I backpedal, gently twisting my wrist from her grasp. I tear my eyes away from her juices dripping down her leg trying to clear my head of sex and seduction and lapping up her nectar.

"Jessa... stop... stop... please, tell me you have mo... some idea beyond fucking me senseless and leaving my body in front of the door to keep my parents from coming in."

She grins evilly at me and retorts, "Well, sugar if you can't satisfy me, you're little better than a doorstop..."

Oh my fucking God, Jessa has a twisted sense of humor. I wish I had been able to think of something that clever. I think I might just fall in love with her myself. I kick my sex fogged brain into gear trying to make a come back worthy of her respect.

"I'm not heavy enough to be a doorstop," and as soon as it leaves my mouth, I'm ashamed of how lame it sounds, but I continue on as gamely as possible, "and I don't think that will discourage them much."

Jessa purses her lips, and I close my eyes, for if I gaze at her pucker I'm liable to lose myself to the urge to kiss her. I'm still not far away from wanting to fuck her. My lack of clothing enhances my desire to feel her body on mine. I'm finding it difficult to argue with her; still feeling the afterglow of orgasm.

And dammit, she flips the script on me saying huskily, "How am I supposed to think when you're standing there all naked, pretty, and fuckable? I can smell your sex screaming, begging to be fucked again." Her breath tickles my lips.

I expect that Jessa's eyes will be ready to devour my will if my eyes open, but I'm wrong. Her mouth envelopes a spot just above my nipple and draws my flesh in, makes my breath hitch. The sensation floods my chest, tingles alternate with aches and blend into a tapestry of pain, thrill, desire, and struggle.

I try to pull away but Jessa's arms have encircled me and pulled me into her. When she straightens I am lifted off the floor. I am unable to wrest my breast from her, even as I whimper for more.

Feeling powerless in her grip, my hands move atop her shoulders, unable to push her away, unable to draw her closer. My chest heaves with squirming desire. Barely conscious of the fact, my legs have wrapped around her waist and I find myself humping her belly, my juices squelching between us.

I lose track of time, location, everything but the overwhelming need to cum. As my lips slide against her taut belly, I can feel my clit dragging across her navel. Each change in direction a different pump of sensation closer to my orgasm.

Her lips, her mouth, her teeth, her tongue, now lighting up a different portion of my anatomy, drawing forth groans of ecstasy. I am so deep in the pleasure washing over and through me that I'm not cognizant of motion until Jessa lands on top of me after I'm dumped onto her bed.

My imperative is rubbing my sex against her body until I have lost myself in climactic orgasm. Suddenly, her fingers invade my folds while her mouth sucks at first one hip and then a thigh all over my pelvis. Jessa marks me as her possession with her lips, each hickey a glorious mix of pain and pleasure.

I rub and grind my undulating sex mound against Jessa's palm while her digits find my darkest desire within and drag forth spasms and my scream, "OH, OH, OH, FUCK!"

But Jessa in unrelenting. Her mouth is now roaming my over-sensitive pussy, sucking up my nectar, nibbling and biting and flicking every raw bit of me until I want to squirm away from her.

I don't have enough strength to escape her, and I'm getting so high on lust I'm about to tip over into another screaming orgasm. My hands push ineffectually at her while I plead, "Please God, let me go, oh, Jessa... stop, let me catch my breath... unhhh... unhhh..."

I think I have an out of body experience, because I feel like I'm looking down from above, watching myself flop and quake and buck while my pussy releases copious amounts of my juices over and over again in Jessa's face. Maybe it is just my imagination. I've never felt like this before.

When my convulsion is over my breath is ragged and all I can do is drag breath after breath into my lungs. My phone rings. I'm unsure how my phone ended up in the bedroom, but I recognize the dial tone as my mother's. When I start searching for my phone, Jessa intercedes.

"Nope, fuck toys don't get phones," as she wrested it from my trembling fingers, "don't worry, I'm sending to voice-mail." She tosses my phone out of my reach.

I moan and pant and cover my throbbing slit with my hand trying to calm the spasms. When I squint at Jessa, I see a shit-eating grin. After a moment I ask, "What... what... what did you just do to me?"

"I made you cum darling."

My eyes roll back in my head and I reply, "That was more than cum... I'm dizzy."

"Oh that was cum darling, well, cum and squirting... so delicious," she giggled.

In a haze, I can just make out the drops of my juices dripping from her chin down to her perfect tits and nipples before I drift off to sleep.

***

Part 5 -- Katrina examines her choices

***

The water is cooling now, my momentary euphoria of our shower fuck draining away. Dale exited the shower a few moments ago, but not before presenting me with the implications of what I had set in motion. I try to catch my breath while water sluices down my body.

I shake my head and turn the water off. The warm mist might keep my body from cooling for a short while, but my thoughts will turn me cold long before the shower's dwindling vapors will keep me warm.

"Dale?" I query on the verge of tears, "Can you forgive me? I don't know, okay, I do know what I was thinking, but I totally fucked it up. Please don't be mad at me?"

He doesn't respond and it doesn't sound as if he is still in the bathroom. I want to cry now, because Dale is most likely correct. Jessa is probably going to fuck Erica, or may have already fucked Erica.

I know in my mind that I'm just grasping at a straw; the straw being that Jessa might consider our love inviolable enough to resist seducing our daughter. But even as I birth that hope my soul gives up on the notion.

I sent my unprepared daughter into the clutches of a predatory nymphomaniac. Albeit, a nymphomaniac that I adore and want to marry. I'm hoping that Jessa passes the test, but I'm also afraid that she won't. Oh God! I'm a fucked up mother for doing such a thing.

Dale would probably have told me not to do it, but I did it anyway. How the hell could I do such a thing? I had hoped that I was getting my life and my desires back on an acceptable path. Now I'm not so sure.

My eyes continue watering and burning as I towel myself dry. I go into the bedroom to find Dale dressing and pacing.

"What are you going to do now?" Dale asks me.

"Oh God, I don't know why I thought it would be a good idea to send Erica now. You think I've fucked everything up, don't you? Help me, what should I do Dale? Please?"

Dale's face is a picture of disappointment. He says, "Before I say anything either one of us will regret later, I'm going to go out for a while and cool off. Maybe when I get back we'll both be able to think a bit more rationally about it."

Tears well up in my eyes. I think he is mad, but I know that he needs space to process the situation in his mind before we will be able to discuss anything. But that means I'll be alone with my self-recriminations and self-loathing.

The half-digested BLT sandwich in my belly starts doing a flip-flop. Before it can come back up, I swallow hard and rush to the bathroom and gulp down a glass of water and some Tums to settle my stomach.

I raise the toilet lid and seat just in case I need to vomit anyway and hover near the toilet for a couple of minutes. I belch, but the contents of my stomach remain where they are for the present.

I have a flashback to several months ago, when the realization came to me that I was a full fledged cuckquean; that I'd set up my husband to be unfaithful just so that I could divorce him without feeling like the villain. What I did was so stupid. Now I feel just as stupid as I did then.

When my gut no longer roils, I crawl into bed. My tears drip onto my pillow. I think maybe I should call Erica. Would she answer her phone? Will I be interrupting something? Something I don't want to contemplate?

I wrestle with my emotions for a short while before sitting up again and dry my tears with the heels of my hands. Tentatively, I reach for my cell phone on my nightstand. I check to see if there are any missed calls, but see none. It's now well past noon.

When I first cajoled Erica into apologizing to Jessa, it was around 7 this morning. I have no idea about what time she might have actually ended up going over to Jessa's since I left for work shortly after.

With a sniffle, I think maybe she's only been there a couple of hours at most. Maybe I can actually stop her from being seduced, if I call. I pull up Erica's contact icon on my phone, and press the call icon.

The dial tones and then the ring tone sounds on my phone. The phone call engages, and all I hear are muffled sounds that might be somebody panting. I also think I hear some moaning or sighing in the background.

Fuck! Fuck! I decide I don't necessarily want to know what might actually be going on. I quickly press the end icon to hang up the call. My heart races, and so does my mind. My heart wants my baby girl to be untouched. My mind realizes that my heart is not rational and that my baby girl is now debauched.

I can continue to deny the facts for the moment, at least until learning the unadulterated truth from our daughter, but I am afraid that my mind already knows what the truth will be.

I don't know what will hurt most. Whether it will be the loss of Jessa's love, or the loss of my daughter's innocence. Maybe it will be Jessa's betrayal of our trust. It's all so confusing how one minute we trusted Jessa enough to offer our matrimonial vows and now she feels free to seduce our youngest and I thought she loved me. She said she loved me.

I weep because I need Dale's strength to help me through this trial, but if he feels betrayed, whether by me or by Jessa, I can only guess since he's not here now. When I look at the clock, it seems it has only been about twenty minutes since my husband went out to clear his head and I'm already at a stage three emotional meltdown.

I should have known better than to fall in love with a nymphomaniac. Despair and doubt creep into my mind. Eventually, thinking that Dale might be tempted to divorce me now because I acted without considering the ramifications; I burst into tears and cry into my pillow until I fall asleep.

***

Part 6 -- Jessa sweetens the deal

***

I watch Erica fall asleep. I thought that maybe she would be able to keep up with me. Was I wrong? Maybe I was, but then again, I'd just dropped a bomb in her lap and the poor girl had not finished her lunch before I dragged her off to my fuck bed and screwed the living daylights out of her.

I close my eyes and relive the memory of her squeals of delight and ultimate surrender to fate as my next favorite fuck toy. Don't get me wrong, Kat and Dale are still good fuck toys and I'll not toss them aside willingly.

It's just, this marriage sword of Damocles hanging over me like it's about to cleave me into two equally horny bits is making me fidgety. I see you there Trouble. You don't have to remind me that I like to have my cake and eat it too. You fucker. Your prick is NOT the sword of Damocles, even though you'd love to split me down the middle with it.

Jessa sits here with a dilemma. On the one hand, Kat and Dale, adorable fuck buddies, fuck toys. They'd love to fuck her almost as much as Trouble would like to fuck her, marry her and fuck her until death do them part. On the other hand, Erica, adorable fuck toy, potential fuck buddy... okay we're past potential here, so many options Jessa can't decide which she would prefer.

Argh! I've made matters worse, haven't I? Well, as a professional masturbator, I kind of have a penchant for screwing myself, eh? As a hyper-sexual, all I can say is, "Fuck me."

I walk out of my fuck bedroom to my professional masturbator lair, and pull up the video of my session with Erica, and review the recording. The taste of her is still on my lips and in my mouth, sort of sweet, almost honey-like.

I arrive at the realization that I can't sell any of it to monetize my kink. It will just have to remain in my private collection. I must be growing soft. All of these fuckers are worming their way into my heart and I can't figure out how to keep them out. What's to become of a used up broken down hyper-sexual that's grown soft in the heart?

I could have been as legendary as a modern-day Mata Hari, but no! Instead it looks like I'm going to be loved to death... a failed homewrecker, a failed corrupter of innocence, a has-been hyper-sexual. Oh Gods... a tamed hyper-sexual for fuck's sake! I quail at the thought.

"No!" I say. I will not give in, I will not be domesticated! Damn you my treacherous heart!

With a few mouse clicks, I close today's video of Erica and drop it in a new folder. Next, I open up and browse the folder loaded with videos of sex with her parents. If I am ever going to get them out of my system, these videos should probably be deleted.

Ctrl+a, right mouse click, the cursor hovers over the delete icon, my finger over the left mouse button, a dark cloud enshrouds my heart. After vacillating for a minute, I chicken out and open a browser to pull up a sales report to see how my porn videos are selling this month. I tag a half dozen for sale at 10 percent off.

Browsing the sex toys for sale online, eventually my eye is caught by a new style tentacle dildo in bright green silicone. Ooooh... multi-pronged tip, designed to tickle the cervix with ridges all around the prongs. My eyes grow big with desire.

This, I have to have! One click to buy, delivery in 3 days. I get wet with anticipation, can imagine it, already feel it encircle my cervix while it's twisting and writhing within my pussy.

"You really think I should move in with you Jessa?"

I hadn't noticed the little minx wander in. Still, I am pleased that she hadn't slept overly long. Nice recovery it seems. It's great when a lover bounces back from being fucked to that hard an orgasm. It's pleasant watching her study my sex toys. It seems maybe she is assessing the connotations of my suggestion.

"It may be necessary to stay here a while to get them accustomed to the idea of life without me as a partner," is my response.

Erica glances back at me for a moment before continuing her examination of the tools of my exhibitionist trade. "You aren't going to make me fall in love with you like my parents did, are you? Cause I don't want a broken heart."

"That's not fair!" I say, "I didn't bewitch them, I didn't MAKE them fall for me!"

"Maybe... but they did, just the same."

Damn, that knife of guilt in my gut stings. "It's not my fault!" I yell defensively.

"You don't think of yourself as charming, do you?"

"What? Charming?" I scoff, "Never... alluring maybe, seductive definitely, but charming? That's for romantics and fools, and I'm neither of those. If I want to fuck, I'll give you ninety-eleven reasons to do so, but never any reason to fall for me."

I find this a strange line of conversation. Well, of course, it would be, because this is actually my first real candid conversation with my newest fuck toy,

daughter of my former favorite fuck toys. But I'm feeling like she's hedging toward some really big ask.

"So, what do you want Erica? Do you want assurance that I won't fuck you silly every chance I get?"

Erica laughs, and when she calms down from that her response is, "That might be fun actually, but I want an assurance that you'll let me fuck you at least once until you cum like you made me cum. I want to be able to blow your mind, to fuck you so hard that you beg me to fuck you again."

I chuckle, "Darling, I don't think that will be a problem at all! I love to be fucked until I'm cross-eyed and rag doll limp. I'll gladly tell you how to do it too! I'm actually quite easy to fuck senseless. It doesn't last long mind you, and I'll be your slut and beg for it, but it's going to take you all day so you better pack a lunch."

"Weirdo."

"So, do you see anything on the shelf that you'd like to use on me? I can fit almost every one to a strap-on harness. I sterilize them after use in case you want to try one for yourself."

Erica shrugs and turns to face me. "Do you want rent? I'm not sure how much I can pay for my room. You do have a spare room, right?"

"I'm not mercenary sweetness. As my lover, you'll be rent free. All you need to do is go home, tell your parents good bye and that you'll be my next conquest. And you'll be sleeping with me, a spare room won't be necessary."

"You sleep?"

I grin slyly at her, "I guess you'll just have to take that chance now, won't you?"

Erica is quiet for a few moments while she studies my studio camera set up and my desk. Eventually, she asks, "Am I gonna find my O face all over the internet if I do this?"

Hush now Trouble, you are NOT going to fuck her too! Not in a million years. You might get to butt fuck me, but never her, got it? If fact, I'll gladly let you fuck my ass as long as you never think about her again.

"No darling. You won't end up on the internet unless you chose that for yourself. I think you've already guessed that I record everything in my townhouse... but unless it's me doing a show in my studio, it all stays in my private collection. Think you can live with that?"

"Maybe."

"Anything else?"

"Well, kind of. You've been tongue fucking me all day long so far... and as fun as it's been, I think I want a taste. I want to like, lick your pussy before I go home to pack. You know, to give me incentive to carry through. I don't think shots of sake are gonna do the trick."

"Well, a girl like me can't say no to that! Do you want to start now, go back to bed, or do you have something else in mind?"

"I think I want you on the breakfast bar while I sit in the stool."

"Oh God, that sounds delicious. Lead the way lover. I'm ready to be an appetizer! I can't wait for you to eat me all up."

***

Part 7 -- Katrina discovers the consequence

***

A sound downstairs, I think it was a door shutting, wakes me from my slumber. It's almost dark in the room, it must be late in the day. My eyes are puffy and scratchy from having cried myself to sleep. It's hard to focus so I can't tell how long I've been asleep.

I always seem to expect the worst from my husband. I don't know why that is when he very rarely yells or snipes at me no matter how stupidly I've behaved or how I might've betrayed his trust. This evening is no different, I expect he will be angry and berate me.

Instead, Dale walks in and turns on a lamp. He says, "You look a right mess dear. You cried yourself to sleep again didn't you?" Dale grabs a couple of tissues and thrusts them in my direction. "Clean yourself up love. We need to have a serious talk."

He seems very sober despite my suspicion that he spent the afternoon drinking at a bar. I take the proffered tissues, and wipe my eyes and blow my nose. I start to apologize again, but he holds a fingertip to my lips to shush me. I swallow any protestations I might have been thinking and pay attention.

"We should have expected this, after Jessa rejected our proposal last weekend," Dale starts.

"But, I called Erica's cell phone," I respond, "I'm almost certain it sounded like she was in the middle of seducing Erica!"

"I understand darling. It's almost kind of a good thing that she's done so."

"But I don't understand! How could she betray us like this?"

"That's just it dear. I've been thinking about this for the past five hours, and I've come to the conclusion that she needs to get it out of her system."

"What?"

"Well, try to follow my thinking, okay. We might be the first people Jessa has ever had think of her as a lifelong partner, right? Okay, maybe not, but I can dream."

"Okay. Yeah, I can see that. But please continue. I can't say that I understand where this is going."

"Well, she's got commitment issues, obviously. She's scared of making a commitment to us because this is the first serious offer of marriage she's ever received, right?"

"If it's the first..." Kat adds.

"Right, okay, if it's the first. Maybe the rest let her get away, but the point is, we're not wanting to let her get away from us, right? We haven't just said, okay you're free to go, like everybody else has."

"So you think that she's seduced Erica because she's afraid to commit? That maybe she would have seduced our daughter even if I hadn't sent her over there?"

"Yep. I think you're getting there, getting to understand what I'm thinking. Jessa's probably never had somebody willing to offer understanding and forgiveness like we are. It's a foreign experience for her, but it's something that she needs, just like we all need."

"Okay, I could understand if Jessa went out and seduced some stranger from a bar or some other place! It's just... well, I thought... well, I'm the one that sent Erica to her."

"I know, I know, but that's all the more reason that we need to be able to find it in our hearts to forgive her. Don't you see?" He looks into my eyes, searching.

"Oh Dale! I thought you would be so mad at me. I thought maybe you would be so angry that you would want to leave or divorce me. But you think we should be forgiving Jessa's behavior?"

"Well, I can, but if you can't find it in yourself to forgive her, then I will have to live with that. If you can't love Jessa any more, then I can set her aside if you want. But I'll never let you go, I'll never leave your side doll face. Whatever you decide. You're my wife and you'll always be my wife. I made that commitment to you when we married."

"I love you," I say, "I've fucked up before, though. I can't believe how lucky I am that you're still faithful to me."

"Well, we've both been unfaithful dear. We've both had affairs, so as long as we can accept it and move past it, I think we'll both be able to share a stronger commitment to each other through our mutual forgiveness. All we have to do is share a common goal of being committed to each other, even if we decide we need a third partner in our arrangement."

"I think I'm beginning to understand what you mean about forgiveness with Jessa. But with her being a nympho, are we ever going to get her to be faithful to us? If we marry her, we may have to live and accept her having an extra-marital affair."

"I know Kat, and that is what we need to consider. Can we live with that? If you can, and I can, then we should find a way to forgive her and hope that she'll come around to accepting our marriage proposal."

I look into Dale's eyes and sigh, shake my head and grasp his hands, grateful in the knowledge that this might not be as big a crisis as I was thinking. Now I have to decide if I can live with what I've wrought, if I can forgive myself for thrusting my daughter Jessa's direction, if I can forgive Jessa if she's fucked Erica.

Dale pulls me into his arms and hugs me. His warmth is a comfort, and my eyes mist again, with the realization that he still has my back, that he's still my rock.

"Hey, Kat. It's dinner time. How about some comfort food? I'll make some grilled cheese sandwiches if you heat up some tomato soup. What do you say? Can I talk you into eating something?"

"Okay," I blubber and sniff, "I could use some comfort food. Let me comb the mess out of my hair and I'll be right down."

"Sure thing, doll face."

I get up and go into the bathroom as Dale heads down. When I look in the mirror, I see blood-shot eyes and a tangled mop of hair. I can at least brush my hair so that I don't look as much like a banshee straight from the swamp before I head down myself, so I do that.

Down in the kitchen, my search of the pantry is futile in yielding up a tomato soup. "I can't find tomato soup Dale," I inform him. He's finished preparing the grilled cheese sandwiches for the griddle. "Will cream of cauliflower do?"

His lips purse as he considers his answer. The cream of cauliflower soup will not have the same acidic quality as the tomato soup. I'm not sure if it qualifies as being comfort food as much as tomato. But he responds in the affirmative. I grab the can of soup and a pan to heat it up.

The butter sizzles on the griddle as Dale starts cooking the grilled cheese sandwiches. The aroma gently permeates the kitchen. It's soothing. It's comforting, just like he indicated it would be. It's been a short while since we've had grilled cheese and soup, but it's always a welcome treat.

While the soup is heating, I try to not think about anything else but heating and stirring the soup. That may sound like a cop-out, but the simple task allows my mind to calm and de-stress. My hero saved my sanity once again, I think. I know, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but my husband does seem to know how to defuse my meltdowns.

When the soup is warm enough, I ladle it into two mugs for us and set the pan in the sink. Dale is just finishing grilling the sandwiches to perfection. I sigh in contentment as we sit to eat as the clock ticks just past 6:45.

The creaminess of the soup somewhat complements the creaminess of the melted cheese in the sandwiches. It's not a bad contrast to the acidity of the tomato soup. So it's almost the same level of comfort.

I finish my meal ahead of Dale. My hunger had been exacerbated by my emotional tumult from earlier. Since Dale is the rational one of us, I can only assume that his hunger was not as affected as mine was. As he dips the last quarter of his sandwich in the soup, Erica comes through the front door.

She heads upstairs immediately, bounding up the steps animatedly. Dale pauses with his chunk of sandwich still dipped in soup, looking after her.

"Should I wait for you?" I ask.

"Nah, go ahead. I'll finish and be up shortly. Go find out what's up with our daughter."

I get up from the table and head upstairs to Erica's room. Her door is open and I hear activity in her room. I walk to the doorway and peer inside. Erica has a suitcase open on her bed and is gathering clothing from her closet. My brows furrow. The suitcase causes some consternation.

"Whatever is going on Erica? I tried calling you earlier. Somebody answered but didn't respond. What happened?"

She pauses while looking at her clothing in the closet. "Oh... I thought I heard my phone ringing. Jessa said she sent it to voicemail."

"Really? I thought I heard somebody. I thought I heard somebody panting and moaning. Care to explain that?"

"Ah."

"Ah?"

"Yeah. Ah... we were negotiating," she says as she reaches for some of her clothing, "negotiating the terms of my surrender..." as she pulls down an armful of her blouses and shirts.

"What the FUCK does that even mean?" I question.

"Exactly what it sounds like... Mother." Erica says as she turns around with her clothing in her arms.

Dale walks up behind me then as my jaw drops open from my daughter's flippant response. "No, that doesn't explain what you just said dear!"

Erica sighs again. The sigh of exasperation; that she has sighed at me for many years now. Maybe my daughter is a bit more intellectual than me, but I think I still deserve an understandable explanation of what she means.

"What are you doing?" I demand, "Why are you packing a suitcase?"

Again Erica gives a condescending sigh, "What it means, Mother, is I am about to become a kept woman. I'm moving in with Jessa!"

I and Dale both exclaim, "What the Hell?" Okay, mine was more like, "What the FUCK?"

Erica pursed her lips and practically growled, "Look! Jessa rejected you two, okay? You... don't... get... to... have... her! She's all mine now! Now back off while I get my stuff and leave!"

"But she's too old for you!" I yell.

"Don't start that shit with me," Erica interjected, "She's closer to my age than you two perverts."

At that point, I am shocked to silence. I can't quite believe that our daughter is being so abusive toward us. I barely manage to keep from hyperventilating. This is fucking worse than I ever thought would happen.

Not only has Jessa rejected us, but our daughter now seems to be rejecting us, her own parents. I feel tears welling up in my eyes. I stagger back to my bedroom, barely able to see past the tears, with the bare hope that Dale will be able to talk some sense into Erica.

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Part 8 -- Erica takes her leave

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My blood is still boiling from the buttons my Mom just pushed. Logically, I realize she didn't really intend to push my buttons and set me off, but they were pushed and once they were, I became pissed. Without meaning too, I lashed into her and all the raw feelings I had been feeling spilled out onto her.

The whole affair between Jessa and my parents has triggered me for some reason. My parents were my foundation for all of my life, and now that foundation is showing cracks and weakness that I never expected. How am I supposed to handle that?

And on top of that, Jessa has stirred entirely different feelings in me that wholly conflict with anything remotely resembling familial camaraderie. Feelings that go soul deep; sexual feelings that rumble in my core and have only recently bubbled to the surface. A hunger for animalistic desires that can only be sated with unbridled lust. It's foreign and electric and feels dangerous as well as tantalizing.

Dad tries to use his let's be reasonable tone of voice, saying, "Don't you think maybe you overreacted a little bit? That was kind of harsh Erica."

"Harsh?" I scoff, "Like as harsh as what? The truth about what's been going on around here? Behind my back while I was away at school? What were you two planning on doing? Waiting until I graduated and suddenly spring this on me like, Oh, guess what, you've got a step-mother now!?"

"Sweety..."

"No! No, Dad! Would you like to know what I learned from Jessa this afternoon? Would you like to guess what she told me that you two perverts didn't?"

"Um, that Jessa seduced your mom before she seduced me?"

"AAAHHHH! It's not that simple though, is it Dad? MOM instigated your seduction! Didn't she? Mom was going to divorce you! Wasn't she? What the fuck Dad? All of a sudden, I'm the product of a broken home? FUCK!"

I throw my clothes at my suitcase acrimoniously. But I'm not just pissed off at my parents. I'm pissed off with myself too. I've been seduced by Jessa, just like they have been. I don't want to admit it, but it's there and undeniable. And to make matters worse... I want it. I fucking want Jessa to keep fucking me.

By no means am I a virgin. Not that my parents know anything about that, but I'd had some flings while I was away at college. Short, sweet, well, maybe not sweet, but diversionary fucks. A couple of guys. A couple of girls. I was playing the field so to speak, keeping my options open while I mostly concentrated on getting my degree.

Jessa is different. Jessa is sex elevated. Or maybe sex exponential. In my inexperience, I don't think I can explain the difference. At the base of it, I can sort of understand why neither of my parents were able to resist her. And that sort of pisses me off as well, because I want still more. Just like they do.

And I don't want to share Jessa with them. I want her all to myself. Hell, I still can't even figure out if she wants me the way I want her, but the way she makes me feel... so desirable and fuckable... it takes my breath away.

I must have inadvertently paused as I was packing, because the next thing I know is, my Dad's arms have started wrapping themselves around me, trying to comfort and console me. But I want to stay resolute in my determination to leave, so I twist from his embrace.

"Dad, stop."

"I understand punkin."

"Stop! You're just trying to make this harder than it needs to be! Just let me go!"

"Oh punkin... I do understand. Jessa's like a drug, addicting."

I glare at him, as my anger flares. This conversation hints that it will divert my intention to follow through with the plan. If I can't walk away from my parents... if I can't interject myself between them and Jessa... then nothing will be normal again.

"Do you even realize how stupid, idiotic and childish that sounds Dad? What happened to make you and Mom go all weird?"

"I don't know what you mean Erica. Your mother and I love you, no matter what. Whether we choose to have somebody else in our lives, and we thought that you were pretty open minded about stuff like that, well..."

"Stop Dad! You and Mom have been monogamous as long as I've known you, and now you both are chasing tail of somebody else and it just feels strange... and maybe just a bit icky. Especially since she doesn't want that kind of relationship with you two."

"Jessa is a bit confused darling. I think that is why she's trying to seduce you."

"I've got news for you Dad. She hasn't just tried to seduce me... she has seduced me and fucked me and she's been the best lay I've ever had."

I feel guilty then when Dad cringes. It really seems to bother him that Jessa has used me the same way she has used my mother. It bothers me in a way also. I just didn't ever think about Mom being interested in other women that way... she's been married to Dad for so long!

A part of me wants to think of my mom as ultimately heteronormative, old-fashioned straight-laced 'cis-het' and only (cringe) sexual with my father. The experimentation with sexuality was supposed to only be for me, maybe my brother, but mostly for me.

And now my mom, and my dad, both of them have gone and fucked it up. And Jessa... she should be mine to experiment with! Not theirs!

"Baby... Erica, you should just go back to school and let things sort themselves out while you concentrate on finishing your degree."

I scream, "ARRRRRGGGGHHHH! What if Jessa and I want to get married!" It's bluff of course, but I couldn't think of anything else at the moment. And fuck it all why did my Dad look like he was about to cry when I said that? Everything is so fucked up right now, but I don't know what else to do.

"Go! I want a shower. And unless you've crossed the line to take up incest, I don't want you anywhere near me!" Fuck! Why did I put it like that? Shit, "Fuck! Damn it! I'm so confused, leave me alone Dad!"

Dad finally left me alone in my room. My swirl of emotions, difficult to deal with in the best of times, threaten to sweep me in a direction that I'm not ready to go. As an intellectual, I can deal better with facts than feelings. When my parents push my buttons, it throws me out of my comfort zone. It makes me irritable.

In what seems like an eternity, but is actually only a handful of minutes that tick by on the clock, I can only handle my pulse thumping, my heartbeat thrumming, my breath organizing into a memory.

Jessa, her lips on my breasts. Sucking, pulling sensation from my skin, skin on fire as she sucks. I pull my clothes off and remember her giving me a hickey on my breast. The blossom of pain mixing with pleasure, overwhelming my thoughts, my desires, my feelings to the point of sublimation.

I look at the mark on my breast and remember. Jessa has marked me. She's claimed me. Jessa has made me hers with that mark. And the memory blossoms between my legs, as wetness, as desire, as lust.

My hands reach toward my sex, the memory bringing forth my response, melting my intellect with desire, sublimating my intellect with feeling, aching for, yearning for orgasmic release. I can do no less than stroke my sex again, merging memory with history, my breath matches tempo.

When the climax washes over me, through me, it leaves me breathless, panting and spent. And that wasn't even the best memory of how my body responded to Jessa and her lips and fingers and pussy on my body. Fuck. It's pure desire. Dad was right... Jessa is a drug, and I want that high again.

But I have a mission... I need to shower and dress and somehow get myself and my luggage back to Jessa's. But I'm so tired. Who knew having sex with a nymphomaniac would be so incredibly draining?

I need to eat in order to have the energy for a shower. I reach for my stash drawer, the drawer I squirrel away candy bars when I'm trying to watch my weight. Like my mother, I need to watch my weight. If I were normally more active instead of doing homework or writing papers for class, I'd not have as much trouble.

But Jessa hasn't said diddly about the 5 extra pounds I'm carrying around. I don't think it matters to her. She's insatiable anyway. I'm not sure an unattractive body would dissuade her from fucking a person either.

God, if I become the object of her attentions, I'm not sure I will be able to keep up. Jessa barely eats.

It's like sex is more important to her than food. I'm outclassed, I guess that's what I'm thinking. I do need to keep my strength up if I'm going to be moving in with her though. I peer in my stash drawer. Oh God, yes! A Milky Way and an Almond Joy!

Suddenly I'm famished when I spot them. Instantly the Milky Way is devoured, and shortly afterward, I savor the Almond Joy. This is my dinner, because Jessa didn't offer a meal after she fucked me silly and sent me home to retrieve my belongings.

It isn't helping that I'm so pissed off at my parents that I don't want to venture downstairs to find anything to eat. After I've moved in with Jessa, I shouldn't have to worry about anything like that again. Well parental-wise at least. Surely, Jessa won't nag me about having a regular meal or anything of the sort.

No, Jessa will just fuck me silly everyday and I'll subsist on candy bars, and I giggle at the implication in my imagination. Now that my blood sugar is approaching normality, I find it easier to think about what I'm getting myself into.

I'm trying to remember what Jessa and I talked about, but nothing is coming to my mind other than being fucked and cumming over and over and over again. Apparently, I'm about to submit to becoming a fuck toy in order to make sure my parents are still going to be just my parents and not a couple of love-sick fuck toys themselves.

I pace my bedroom a few minutes considering the ramifications. If Jessa weren't such a force of nature, I wouldn't be feeling damned if I do and damned if I don't. A part of me feels somewhat delusional.

I'm picturing a scale. On one end, my parents -- mindless fuck toys of a diabolical nymphomaniac; on the other end is me -- a mindless fuck toy of a diabolical nymphomaniac.

Will I still recognize my parents after Jessa has fucked me senseless? I feel the weight of the world resting on my shoulders. I'm too young for this! God! Why can't my parents just be normal parents and not interested in sex?

Oh, but the way Jessa makes me feel... being a mindless fuck toy... well, I'd be sated daily. I'd be fucked daily. I'd be nurtured with orgasms until I grow into a 5 foot 4 inch vagina. Okay, maybe that is a bit silly, even for me.

I peel my cum soaked clothing off of my body. It's one of my favorite outfits, so I'll need to find something to put these clothes in until I can get them into a washing machine. At this point, I'm more or less assuming that Jessa owns a washing machine, because even nymphomaniacs need clean clothes, right?

As my clothing comes away from my body and I walk into the bathroom that was shared with my brother at one time, my attention is caught by the marks that are now apparent on my breasts, hips, and thighs.

Each one connects with a memory of Jessa's mouth, either teasing or torturing me with pleasure. She's marked me with reminders of how she has owned me and my body the past few hours. It's stunning, the number of hickeys that I am now covered with.

Each hickey spied causes heat, and shortness of breath, and I gulp and touch each bright red or purple spot. My fingers associate sensation to memory, memory permeates my libido and sketches heat on my sex. Fucking Hell, she dominated me. Jessa flat out fucked me into submission.

The sad part is... I'd do it all over again. Just to feel her mouth on me, her labia stretching against mine and rubbing my blood engorged sex until I am weak. My memory dredges up that image. Jessa stretching my left leg until I am, my pussy is, totally engulfed by hers.

My lips and my vagina are wet now. Wet with memory, wet with need, wet with desire. I whimper with the absence of sensation. I touch myself, as my need overwhelms me. I'm pathetic with my need, standing here in front of my mirror touching myself. Rubbing my sex, aching with desire.

"Fuck! Oh Fuck!" I exclaim as my heat builds. I'm such a pervert, watching myself masturbate in front of the mirror, imagining Jessa's mouth, cunt, tits, hands, fingers, clit playing over my body. I rub, even though my pussy is already raw, I rub.

It feels so weird after Jessa has trimmed my pubic hair to be only about a quarter of an inch long even though I normally keep it trimmed to a strip just above my slit. Apparently she likes it even shorter than I do.

My core tightens, and still I rub, my need twisting through my spine, through my legs, through my ass until my vision goes white and my legs give out and I sink as I cum on my bathroom floor.

I'm such a pervert. I'm corrupted. And I want more. My parents are debauched. Now I am debauched, and I want to be Jessa's fuck toy.

Slowly, my breath returns to normal. Looking up at the ceiling as I pant, it occurs to me, I thought I was normal. I thought that I was intellectual. All it took was a single solitary nymphomaniac to erase my self assurance. I'm no better than my parents. I had no more resistance than them.

I crawl over to the bathtub and turn the water on, all the way to hot and wait for it to fill the tub so that I can sink in and submerge myself, feel the heat all over my body.

I need to scrub all the sex from myself before I return to Jessa's to be fucked once again. Undoubtedly she expects her bounty to be perfumed and pretty. Well, as pretty as I can make myself. A pretty pussy for Jessa to fuck and suck and turn into a cumming slut bucket.

No, don't feel sorry for me. I'm fully aware of what I'm about to undertake. I'm going to be a sacrificial lamb, a fuck bunny to divert Jessa from my parents. Or shield her from them. Maybe both.