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  He teased me with the tip of his cock, easing it part of the way in before pulling it out again.

  "I want to hear you beg for it," he said.

  "Please fuck me," I whimpered. "I need my brother's cock inside me so bad."

  "I'm not convinced, little sister," he said with a teasing growl. "How much do you want me?"

  "I want every last drop of your cum, Brandon. Please give it to me. Fill my pussy to the brim with your cum!"

  I cried out as he thrust into me, taking me to the hilt in a single stroke. The wet smack of our crotches filled the tiny space. It wouldn't have surprised me if everyone in the store knew I was receiving a ferocious fucking. How long would it be before someone contacted mall security and broke up this naughty little deflowering?

  But none of that mattered at the moment. A mind-blowing tension built deep within my belly. The lustful heat I felt for my brother reached a peak. I squeezed my eyes tight and cried out, "Harder, Brandon! Fuck me harder! Give me your cum!"

  Just when I didn't think it could get any better, I felt the delicious warmth of Taylor's mouth on my breasts. He sucked and pawed at my tits as my brother ravaged my cum-hungry pussy.

  With two gorgeous men taking me at once I knew I couldn't last much longer. My breath shuddered out of me as I uttered a final, "Oh fuuuuck!"

  My cunt pulsed and contracted around my brother's thrusting cock as I was consumed by my orgasm.

  Brandon couldn't hold out any longer. He only managed a couple more thrusts before I felt him swell inside of me. Spurt after spurt of his cum flooded my pussy.

  Eventually he pulled out and rolled onto his side. The three of us lay in a tangled heap atop the cum-stained clothing.

  When my orgasm subsided, and I caught my breath again, I reached down and cupped their cocks in my hands. "Boys, I have a feeling this is the start of a very special relationship."

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  STORY 9

  Chapter One

  I cupped my right breast and lifted it to my lips. A few flicks of my tongue was all it took to tease the tiny brown nipple to a stiff peak.

  God, I hadn't been this horny in ages.

  The showerhead pulsed a torrent of water onto my clit, but it still wasn't enough to satisfy my urges. Reaching behind with a soapy finger, I caressed the puckered opening of my anus. I was desperate to be penetrated … to be stretched … to be filled. My eyes went to the shampoo bottle that stood on the edge of the tub. I wondered how much of its plastic length I could slide into my hungry hole. Probably enough to do the trick.

  Before I could put my naughty plan into motion, there was a loud thump on the bathroom door. "Mom, are you gonna be in there much longer? I need to take a shower too. I'm gonna be late for class."

  Reality came crashing back. I let my nipple slip from my lips with a wet slurp. "I'll be done in a minute, Sarah," I said, and hoped I didn't sound too breathless. I should have known better than to sneak in a quick masturbation session on a school day.

  With great reluctance I turned off the tap and stepped from the shower. I wrapped myself in a plush towel and opened the door. A billowing cloud of steam preceded me into the hallway.

  My teenage stepdaughter stood there with an impatient look on her face. Her blonde hair was piled into a messy bun on the top of her head. She was dressed in the oversized pink t-shirt she wore in place of pajamas. "You've been in there for, like, hours, Mom. I thought you'd drowned or something. I hope you left me some hot water."

  Before I had a chance to answer, she rushed past me and slammed the door shut behind her. And a good morning to you too, I thought with a shake of my head.

  I hurried to my room and glanced at the bedside clock. There was still enough time to squeeze in an orgasm, provided I didn't stop for coffee on my way to work. Right now my need for sexual release took priority over my need for caffeine. Here's the thing: I wouldn't have had these inconvenient urges at all if my husband had only cooperated with my advances an hour earlier.

  One of his rare morning stiffies had accidentally poked me in the buttocks before dawn. It was the most pleasant way to be woken. I reached back to guide his cock across the slickening folds of my pussy. He was still fast asleep, but it wasn't long before I roused him with my moans of pleasure.

  "Eva, what are you doing?" he said with a bleary mumble.

  Throwing back the covers, I got up on my knees, straddled his hips, and prepared to impale myself on his length. I was more than happy to do all the work and ride him until both of us had a happy ending. To my dismay, he grabbed me by the hips and tossed me back onto my side of the mattress.

  "There's no time for messing around," he said. "I've got to be at work early today." And with that he climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom, wasting a perfectly good boner.

  I don't know why I was so disappointed by his reaction. He had been brushing me off like this for months, always finding some excuse to avoid intimacy. I should have been used to his rejections by now.

  Except I wasn't.

  I was still lying there aroused and frustrated when he returned. For one brief moment I thought he'd had a change of heart and was back to ravage me. But he'd showered, gotten dressed, and was tugging his tie into place.

  "I'll be at the office late tonight, so don't bother to wait up for me." He bent down to give me a peck on the forehead. That was the extent of the ravaging I got from him.

  With my husband out of the house, and my daughter in the shower, there was only one option left for me if I wanted to have an orgasm. The "nuclear" option.

  I crouched in front of the cabinet beneath my bedside table. Hidden under the stacks of magazines and paperback books was my special shoe box. Inside the box was a treasure trove of dildos, vibrators, and butt plugs. After being enticed by the alluring shape of the shampoo bottle, I had a hankering for a very special toy: the silicone monster I'd dubbed The Black Mamba.

  But as I pawed through my collection of phalluses, the Mamba was nowhere to be found. I put the box aside and searched beneath the pile of books.

  Nothing.

  I got down on my belly and peered under the bed in case it had rolled under there by accident during my last masturbation session. All I saw were dust bunnies.

  Where on earth had it gone? I couldn't believe I'd carelessly misplaced it. I was meticulous about keeping my toys together. Over the next few minutes I went through every drawer in the room. I even turned my closet upside down looking for the Mamba, all to no avail. In the end I wasted so much time hunting around that I had to abandon all hope of sexual satisfaction. I had to get dressed and ready for work before I was late.

  I couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day. I sat at my office desk, as horny as anything. To make matters worse, I had the added worry that my favorite pussy companion had vanished into thin air.

  Where the hell had it gone?

  Chapter Two

  When I returned home that evening I ransacked my bedroom a second time. It was a wasted effort. With a frustrated sigh I fished out my shoe box again. Although the Mamba was missing in action, I knew I could still find pleasure with my other toys.

  I locked the bedroom door, changed out of my work clothes, and slipped into a black negligee. There was a time when wearing sexy underwear like this would make my husband drop everything to fuck me. The heavy swells of my breasts were barely contained within the lacy neckline. The hard points of my nipples were visible through the see-through fabric. The hem was long enough to hide my pussy, but all I had to do was raise my arms a few inches to give an alluring peek-a-boo show. Too bad the only person who would get a peek at my crotch tonight was me.

  With my husband working late, I knew I had a few hours to indulge myself. I decided to do things properly and planned to make it a romantic evening. I lit some scented candles, turned off the lights, and put on some sexy music to get myself in the mood—not that I needed much assistance to feel sensual. My desires had been simmering since the crack of dawn.
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br />   I lay on the bed, drew my knees to my chest, and reached between my legs to cup my downy mound. A few light caresses was all it took to get me soaking wet. Perhaps I wouldn't need the entire evening to get myself off. At the rate I was going a couple of minutes would suffice.

  With a trembling hand I felt across the bed for my shoe box. I pushed the cover aside and fumbled blindly for a phallic treat. When my fingers closed around the familiar shape of the Black Mamba I sat up with a squeal of shock!

  What the hell! Was I going crazy? I could have sworn my favorite dildo wasn't there this morning. It was much too big to miss.

  My first thought (after my heart rate returned to normal) was that someone from my weekly maid service had rummaged through my belongings, stolen the Mamba, and then had a change of heart. This wouldn't be the first time I'd had trouble with the hired help. I had to fire the previous cleaning company after one of my husband's watches had gone missing. It was returned eventually, with a confession and an apology from the thief. But I wasn't about to take chances like that ever again. Before we employed the new maid service I installed a hidden camera in my bedroom to record any future foul play.

  A sick feeling of violation churned in the pit of my stomach as I went to my desk and turned on my laptop. Who had been messing with my possessions? I searched through the archived security footage from the day before—around about the time the maid had let herself into the house.

  I saw her wander around, dusting and vacuuming. To my surprise she didn't go anywhere near my bedside table. Oscar the cat also triggered the motion sensor when he jumped onto my bed to take a brief nap. He, like the maid, made no attempt to abscond with my prized dildo.

  Then at 4:35 in the afternoon the true culprit was revealed. My jaw nearly hit the floor when I saw Sarah sneak into my room, stark naked. She made a beeline for my bedside table and pulled out the Mamba. I clamped my hand over my mouth in shock as I watched her spread her legs apart and position the toy at her opening. An instant later her head jerked towards the bedroom door, as if she'd heard a noise. She dashed into the hallway with the dildo still clutched in her hand.

  The footage continued to play. One minute later I saw myself step into the bedroom. I came home from work early yesterday, but had no idea my unexpected return had scared off my thieving stepdaughter.

  I shook my head in disbelief. How long had Sarah been creeping into my room and borrowing my toys? It was obvious to me this wasn't the first time she'd rummaged through my belongings. She knew exactly where to go to find the box of dildos.

  I searched through the archived records as far back as I could go. Sure enough, Sarah had paid several naked visits to my room while her father and I had been out of the house.

  I watched as she sat on the floor beside my bed. Her legs were spread wide. Her tiny, eighteen-year-old breasts wobbled up and down as she vigorously fucked herself with my toys. Her back arched and her mouth opened wide as she brought herself to a quick climax. There was no audio on the playback, but I can imagine she let out quite the howl.

  It was a shocking thing to witness, especially when Sarah licked the toy clean and put it back in the shoe box.

  I slammed my laptop lid shut. I was infuriated! How dare she violate my privacy. Such behavior could not go unpunished.

  Chapter Three

  "Sarah!" I bellowed down the hallway. "Come here at once!"

  "I'm doing homework," she called back from her room.

  "I don't care, get out here!"

  Her door flew open. "Mom, I've got an exam coming up soon. I really need to study."

  I crooked my finger at her.

  With a sulky roll of her eyes she marched down the hallway towards me. She was wearing her oversized pink t-shirt. Her slender legs were bare. The curls of her long blonde hair bounced on her shoulders.

  "Step into my room," I said sternly. "You and I need to have a little chat."

  Sarah's eyes immediately went to the closed shoe box lying in a prominent position in the middle of my bed. She swallowed hard, and quickly looked away. Then she noticed the burning candles everywhere, and the soft Kenny G music playing on the stereo. "Um … what's going on in here, Mom? Why does it look like a vampire's lair?"

  In retrospect I probably should have extinguished the candles and changed out of my lingerie before I called for Sarah. But I tended to act rashly when I was upset. I folded my arms across my chest. "Have you been coming into my room when I'm out of the house?"

  "No, of course not."

  I gave her a stern look. "Don't lie to me, young lady. Certain things have gone missing from my bedside table lately."

  "Why are you blaming me?" she asked, holding up her hands defensively. "What makes you think I'd steal any of your stuff? Are you sure it wasn't the maid service? Didn't you have problems with them before?"

  "I'm certain the maids aren't interested in my belongings. Especially when the stolen item in question was so personal." I nodded in the direction of my shoe box.

  My stepdaughter immediately looked down at her feet to hide the guilty expression on her face. There was no use pretending anymore. She knew that I knew.

  "Privacy is one of the things I value the most, Sarah. You don't see me barging into your room uninvited. I never rummage through your closets and drawers when you're away. I expect the same kind of respect from you."

  "How did you find out?" she murmured.

  "That's not important. What I want to know is why you did it."

  "Look, Mom, I promise I won't do it again, okay?"

  "I certainly hope not. But you still haven't answered my question. What made you think you could come in here and take something that didn't belong to you?"

  "Come on, Mom, I returned the toy. Isn't that enough for you? Can we just drop this subject?"

  "No."

  "Please don't make me tell you. It's too embarrassing to say out loud."

  "Either you give me an answer or I'll confiscate the keys to your car for the rest of the month."

  "You can't do that! How will I get to college?"

  "Public transportation. You can use the bus."

  "It'll take me hours to get to class!"

  "Then tell me the truth, young lady."

  "Fine," she said with a huff, and looked down at the floor again. "A few months ago I was feeling kind of … frisky. I mean really frisky." She put a hand to her face to cover her eyes. "God, I can't believe I'm telling you this. Anyway, I thought you might have a vibrator in your room to help me out."

  "What made you think that?"

  Sarah snuck a quick glance at me. "I heard the sound of buzzing and moaning from your bedroom one morning after Dad left for work."

  Now it was my turn to blush.

  "Anyway, it was as spur of the moment thing," she continued. "I came in here and looked around. I found your stash of, um, toys. There were so many of them, it was like I'd stumbled across buried treasure. I couldn't help myself. As I said, my urges got the better of me that day."

  I put my hands on my hips. "It seems like your urges got the better of you several more times after that. Am I right?"

  She paled. "How did you know?"

  I pointed to the glassy-eyed teddy bear sitting on the shelf beside my bed. "Hidden security camera."

  "Oh God, now I really want to die!"

  "If these urges of yours were so bad, why didn't you just call up a boyfriend? I've told you before you're allowed to have guests over, as long as you practice safe sex."

  Sarah took a long time to answer. Her eyes grew a little misty. "Because I don't have a boyfriend, Mom."

  In spite of my anger, a pang of sympathy shot through me. How could such a pretty young woman still be single? Come to think of it, she never had a boyfriend in high school either. I thought for sure she'd be snapped up by the time she reached college. "Well then, what stopped you from going out and buying a dildo of your own?" I asked.

  Sarah wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her t-shirt. "For starters
they're so expensive. Not only that, there's such a huge variety, and I didn't know which one to get. I didn't want to waste my money on something that didn't … you know … do the job properly. I thought I would try out your toys first to help me decide which one I liked the best."

  The poor kid. I remember what it was like to be her age and bubbling over with hormones and sexual frustration. I sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot beside me. She slumped down reluctantly. I could tell she was mortified about revealing so much intimate information about herself. I put an arm around her shoulders to comfort her, and softened my tone. "Sarah, instead of sneaking around behind my back, you could have told me about your dilemma. We need to be more open and honest with each other."

  "Yeah, right," she snorted. "How could I tell you I wanted to borrow one of your dildos to masturbate? It would have been too embarrassing for both of us."

  "You could have asked me for my advice instead. We could have had an impromptu mother-daughter sex toy party. I could have helped you pick out something that fit your needs."

  She gave me a sidelong look. "Really?"

  "Of course. In fact, there's no reason why we still can't do that. As your stepmother, I want to make sure you're happy. I also want to make sure my toys are always there for me when I need them. You don't know how frantic I was this morning when I couldn't find my Black Mamba."

  "Your black what?"

  I pulled the shoebox onto my lap and showed her.

  "Oh, right. That one." The color rose in her cheeks. Then her eyes drifted to the assortment of other sexual goodies that filled the box. "Say, Mom, I don't suppose I could take you up on your offer."

  "What do you mean?"

  "That mother-daughter sex toy party you talked about."

  "What? You want to have it right now?"

  She shrugged. "Why not? I mean I never got a chance to try out your Mamba. Although, to be perfectly honest, when I got it back to my room and took a good look at it, it kind of scared me off. It looks pretty intimidating."