Chapter 01
Michelle stood before the full length mirror and wiggled into her yoga pants all the while cursing and muttering over and over "stupid, stupid, stupid." Then she pulled her favourite varsity sweat shirt over her 34B breasts before getting her brown hair into a tight ponytail. She threaded the ponytail through the back of the Yankees baseball cap her father bought her, when he took her to the stadium last summer, and then looked at herself in the mirror before throwing herself face down on the bed and cursing all over again. "Stupid fucking time differences," she muttered, staring at the blank screen of her smartphone, referring to the fact that most of her friends from college were still in their beds back in New York, while she was stuck in England, five hours ahead in time, but years behind in many other ways.
It had seemed like a great idea at the time, having just finished her senior year at college, she remembered her parents offering her the prospect of six months in England, as a gap year, while she made up her mind whether to get a job or go to graduate school. It sounded so wonderful at the time, even though her Mom couldn't accompany her & her Dad. While Mom would miss them both, she had to stay behind for her job.
What Michelle hadn't counted on though, was that her Dad's assignment was in a rural village, and not in the midst of the London rock and punk clubs that she was envisioning. The locals all talked funny and she couldn't get over how damned quiet everything was in the countryside.
At first, the quaint, little cottage seemed idyllic, nestled in a small hamlet, looking like something out of Camelot or Harry Potter. However, the reality set in that there was only one pub in town, full of old farmers and their strapping sons, who were as thick and dense as the cows they prattled on about.
It had been three months since they had been in England and the glamour had worn off. Michelle was homesick and face-timed with her Mom whenever their schedules would jive with the time difference. If there was any saving grace about this God forsaken village, it was their neighbour Julie, who had been so kind to Micelle the month before.
Julie was driving home late one night after a dinner meeting, and saw a girl walking in the same direction, about two miles away from the cottage, that looked a lot like Michelle. As she slowed down to greet her, she noticed Michelle was dressed a lot nicer than for a walk down a country road, and her face was covered in tears.
"Get in love," Julie called to Michelle, "let me drive you the rest of the way home."
Michelle was angry and in no mood to talk with anyone, but her feet were killing her, from walking almost three miles in her nicest Kenneth Cole heels.
"Thank you," she said with a sniffle, and got into the car, trying to hide her tears and bloodshot eyes. The skirt showed off a good portion of her thighs as she sat, and she pulled her sweater tighter around the silk blouse she was wearing, shivering a bit from the damp evening air.
Julie knew better than to pry, having helped raise her niece when her brother-in-law and sister split, so the two rode in silence as the car bounced and jostled down the old dirt road.
"Tell me what happened, dear," Julie finally interjected, sensing the time was right to talk.
"Even in England, men are jerks," Michelle finally blurted out, blowing her nose into an overused tissue.
Michelle went on to recount the particularly disastrous date she experienced earlier that evening. She had finally been asked out, since coming to England, by one of the cuter farmer's sons. When they got to the pub, she figured out it was just one of the local boys showing her off like a trophy, as the one to take out the American girl staying at the old Wellington place.
At first this made her feel special and unique, and it was nice to finally be with people her own age, and males other than her father and her dog. However, William, her date, seemed more interest in drinking with his mates, and them all taking the micky out of her "quaint" accent and her "cute way" of talking, than in learning more about her. After he downed his 6th pint, and refilled it without even offering her another drink, she decided there was no way she would be letting him drive her home. When he and his mates went to play darts, she left the tavern, without anyone of them noticing, and started the long walk home to the cottage.
Julie listened quietly as Michelle poured her heart out, and she really felt sorry for her neighbour.
Dropping her at the front door of the cottage, Julie offered, "if you're feet aren't ruined from walking in those bloody shoes, would you like to join me tomorrow for my morning run?"
Michelle's face lit up at the invitation, and the opportunity to work out some energy and aggression, although not quite the way she was hoping for when she headed out on the date several hours ago.
The next morning, Julie knocked on the cottage door, and Michelle was already up and dressed, and stretching in the kitchen.
Over the next month, the two women became fast friends, despite the over 20 year age difference between them. And the two struck quite the pair. At 5'8" Julie was a good 4 inches taller than Michelle, and her broad shoulders and 40C breasts equally dwarfed her younger companion.
Julie would often pull her dark auburn hair into a ponytail, or some times in a French plait, but could never understand the American fondness for baseball hats. Even though she was older, her fitness level was such that on some days Michelle had to push herself to keep up. While competitive, Michelle didn't mind, as the sight of Julie's firm behind in her spandex running pants, reminded Michelle of her sophomore year girlfriend, who first got Michelle into running.
Michelle had also started to look to Julie as almost a surrogate Mother, and when they weren't running or going to gym together, they would talk about all sorts of things. Julie clearly wasn't from round the area, and explained that she came from Newcastle, and her husband was from Ireland.
Over dinner the two women chatted though Michelle was conscious that she revealed far more than Julie. The topics ranged from Michelle's work plans after returning to America through to travelling the world. Michelle was spell bound as Julie described some of the wonderful places she had been ranging from the Taj Mahal in India to the wild bush of South Africa. Julie didn't mention much of life before her husband but clearly it was her second marriage and there was a significant other before that.
Michelle's mind wandered to the last gym session when she had watched Julie get stripped for the shower, and she couldn't help noticing Julie was totally shaved down below. Michelle nervously blurted out a question about it, and Julie simply smiled like a sphinx, and explained, "keeps things neat and simple." Michelle sat, pondering her words, and staring at Julie's still pert ass, as she wandered into the shower.
After Julie dropped her home from the gym, it was that mental image of Julie's back and ass that was in Michelle's mind, as she slipped her hand inside her yoga pants, and under her panties. Touching herself gently, while lying on her bed, Michelle imagined for a moment that it was Julie's finger touching her, as Julie's husband, JJ, watched the two women play. Michelle felt herself get wetter as her finger slipped inside herself, picturing JJ's dark curly hair, and shining green emerald eyes, as he unzipped and pulled out his thick cock, that was already an impressive length, semi hard.
Just as Michelle was about to imagine taking JJ's cock into her mouth, while Julie's tongue danced over her hardening clit, her father's voice from downstairs snapped her out of her near-orgasmic daydream into reality.
"I'm off Mitchie," he shouted from the kitchen, using her pet name, "I will be back late, so please take Chico for a walk, that is, if you can find that darned dog."
Reluctantly, she pulled her hand out of her pants, pausing to taste herself on her fingers. It had been over three months now without any sex, from man or woman, which had her even more frustrated than the fact they drove on the wrong side of the road!
Shaking the last of her fantasy out of her head, Michelle went downstairs to begin the hunt for Chico, and sniggered to herself, "this backwater village probably doesn't even know what a lesbian is, let alone having there be another one around here."
Michelle watched her father's car pull away, calling out the front door for Chico. They could never let Chico out unattended at home, for fear of him being run over. However, since there was nothing for miles except chickens, cows and countryside, they often didn't see Chico for an entire day, but knew he wouldn't wander too far, and that he'd come home when he was called.
Calling his name and whistling, Michelle grabbed a pair of training shoes and wandered into the back garden. "No doubt off chasing wabbits," she muttered in her best Elmer Fudd impression, while looking around the garden. Well, they called it a garden here, but it was more like a field with a patch of woods at the bottom of the hill, that covered more than an acre.
On one side of the cottage was a farmer's field, and on the other side, through a country gate, was Julie & JJ's home, which had a similar layout to the cottage Michelle and her father had rented.
Michelle's heart jumped into her mouth as she saw that Julie's country gate was left open, "Oh my god," she thought, "if Chico has dug up Julie's prized garden, I'll be mortified."
Breaking into a jog, Michelle ran through the open gate and into her neighbour's yard, frantically looking for Chico. Hoping to find him and spirit him back home unseen, she quietly searched the garden, calling his name in a 'loud whisper,' while growing concerned. Feeling foolish, she finally decided to come clean and get Julie's help, walking around to the back door of Julie's house.
The back entrance had a stable door, which allowed the top to be opened, to allow in fresh air, while the bottom remained closed. The back door led to a boot room, and then onto the big country kitchen. Michelle noticed the top of the door was open, and just as she was about to call out for Julie, but the sight that greeted her stopped her dead in her tracks. It took Michelle awhile to fully process the images her eyes were sending to her brain.
Bent over the kitchen table and being fucked by someone who clearly wasn't her husband was her neighbour Julie. The reason Michelle knew it wasn't her husband is that even though clothed, it was clearly a woman who was using a large strap on and fucking the hell out of Julie. The other woman gripped Julie's hips as she grunted, "do you like my fem cock in your slutty cunt, you whore? Do you want in your ass in a minute, even though it will hurt like hell, and you will scream?"
To her utter amazement her normally sophisticated friend groaned with pleasure and moaned loudly, "Oh yes Wendy use me like a bitch in heat, fuck me hard, punish me like I deserve."
Michelle's brain was telling her to turn and run, but other parts of her body, namely her clit and pussy, were demanding she stay and watch this vulgar display of wanton pleasure. Without realizing it, she felt her own hands dip into her yoga pants, and Michelle started to rub herself, while watching her sexy neighbour and new best friend, be brutally fucked by a butch lesbian.
Michelle felt the band of the yoga pants cut into her arm, as she forced her hand deeper and pushed two fingers deep inside her soaking pussy. Finger fucking herself harder, Michelle's body trembled, as her orgasm was rapidly approaching.
Suddenly without warning the woman pulled Julie's head back and Michelle found her eyes meet those of Julie in the reflection of the polished oven door. Their eyes locked for a brief second and Michelle was sure she had been recognised.
Ducking down behind the lower half of the stable door, Michelle crouched, panting from fear of being caught, and also in frustration from her second orgasm being interrupted moments before she was about to go over the edge. Keeping low, she scuttled back through the garden, and slipped into her house.
Michelle sat on one of the stools at the breakfast bar, and tried to catch her breath. She tried to convince herself she was dreaming, but the sights and sounds that were replying in her mind were too raw, feral and passionate not to be real. It felt like her whole body was on fire, and the major source of her heat was between her legs.
She pushed her yoga pants and panties down and off her legs in a single motion, and leaned back on the breakfast bar, opening her legs and rubbing herself frantically, as she closed her eyes and relived the unbelievable scene she had just witnessed.
Her fingers weren't enough, so she tore open the refrigerator door, and grabbed one of the smooth cucumbers Julie had given them from her greenhouse. Michelle gasped at the contrast of the cold vegetable against her flaming pussy, and pushed the tapered cucumber deep into her pussy. She gripping the end tightly, and began to fuck herself hard. Her juices were flowing around the cucumber, and down into the crack of her ass, and the empty cottage filled with the squelching sounds of her organic dildo invading her dripping young cunt.
As Michelle was on the brink of orgasm, for the third time today, a familiar laugh from the doorway interrupted her release yet again. Michelle opened her eyes, and blinked a few times, to adjust to the light coming from behind the voice, and stared into the lovely face of her just-fucked neighbour, Julie.
Michelle was too far gone to stop this time and staring at Julie she continued to push the cucumber up inside herself. She felt a soft hand slide under her top and pinch her braless nipple, causing further jolts tremors to shoot through her young body, as Julie's warm, open lips press against her own, in a long, passionate kiss, causing her to cum over and over.
Michelle was in a sexual daze, as she slid herself off the stool, dropping to the floor on all fours and sticking her round ass high into the air. She moaned with pure lust as Julie's hand reached under and cupped her pussy, pulling her hips a little higher. Then still supporting her with one hand, Julie gripped the end of the cucumber and fucked her harder than she had ever been fucked before, the cucumber driving in and out of her already puffy pussy lips. Once again, Julie's fingers tweaked Michelle's nipple, triggering an orgasm that became prolonged and intensified, as Julie's other hand pinched Michelle's clit, as the relentless fucking continuously pumped at her core.
Michelle was still experiencing mini orgasms, from the cucumber lodged inside her, when she heard the front door slam and a voice shouting from the foyer.
"Hey Mitchie, where are you?" shouted her father, his voice getting louder as he neared the kitchen, "where are you? I have a something that I'm sure will lift your spirits."
Her brain had not fully engaged yet, and her entire body was too exhausted to move, from the primal fucking she had just received.
Giddy with excitement, having pulled off this surprise visit to cheer up their daughter, Michelle's mother and father jumped into the kitchen, shouting in unison, "SURPRI...!" their voices trailing off, as they stood and stared in shock at the scene before them.
"What the hell," roared Michelle's father as his brain tried to process the images being sent by his eyes. There was his sweet daughter with her ass high in the air pointing towards him. Her pussy was clearly on display and he could see the cucumber sticking out from her swollen lips, her juices dripping onto the tiled floor. The back door was wide open to garden but luckily their neighbours were far enough away that they wouldn't have been able to witness his daughter's slutty act.
"Go to your room," Michelle's mother said quietly to her daughter as she looked for a floor cloth.
"Where's Julie?" Michelle asked still in a post-orgasmic daze.
"Thank goodness she wasn't here to witness you being a slut," said her father, "now go to your room."
Michelle trudged up the stairs with leaden feet as the enormity of what had just happened started to sink in.
Following his naked daughter upstairs John couldn't help but notice how cute her ass was and the vision of her open pussy dripping with her juices round the vegetable lodged deep inside popped into his head causing stiffness in his trousers. Shaking his head to clear the thoughts he demanded, "Phone, tablet & laptop young lady, you are grounded 100% while I talk to your Mom."
The next few days passed very quietly, with Michelle's Mom & Dad saying nothing about the incident, but not letting Michelle out of their sight.
To Michelle's delight, the cottage walls were no better at containing sounds than the thin walls of her house back home, so she still got to enjoy the sounds of her parents' middle-of-the-night lovemaking sessions. To her surprise though, they seemed to be noisier than usual, and she had got herself off listening to her mother's loud groans of pleasure, as her father's grunted and panted.
It was mid afternoon three days after the cucumber incident that Michelle stepped into the shower, after a day of lying in the sun under the watchful eye of her parents. As she soaped herself all over, under the deluge of warm water, she started to relive what had happened just a few days ago. Feeling her nipples harden, she tweaked them, calling herself a lezbo slut under her breath, but rather than dampen her ardour, she felt the heat between her legs increase. Leaning back against the tiles she spread her still swollen pussy lips with one hand, and with the fingertip of her other hand, started to rub her engorged clit. Michelle moaned and bit her lip as the orgasm tingled through her body, and with lust now raging within her, she knew she needed something inside her, to truly satisfy her urges.
Wrapping a towel round herself, she scurried to her room, and felt around in the bedside drawer for her trusty dildo, that had accompanied her from America, but to her surprise, only encountered a buzzing phone.
"Hello?" said a very confused Michelle into the strange phone.
"Hello love," said the familiar voice of her next door neighbour Julie, "sorry for leaving you in a lurch, but I thought it was better if I vanished pronto, though I would have loved to have seen the look on your father's face."
"I am so grounded & worried," Michelle stammered back.
"Also thought it best if I laid low until I could get a few things in place," continued Julie, then purred, "so how do you fancy dinner?"
Michelle nodded before she stammered, "yes" when she realised Julie couldn't see her, and with a click, the phone went dead.
Michelle's brain was spinning as she tried to work out how the phone got there, what Julie meant about dinner, and what on earth she meant about getting things in place. At the same time, her pussy was still screaming for relief, and Michelle rummaged in the drawer, finally locating her 6" dildo. Lying on her back, her knees pulled up to her chest, Michelle fucked herself hard with the dildo, and imagined she was bent over the table, being fucked by her mother with a strap on. That mental picture sent her over the top, and arching up towards the thrusting dildo, Michelle screamed as she peaked in her orgasm.
Michelle was still trying to recover her breathing when the phone buzzed, indicating a new text had arrived.
"Be ready in 15 mins, pack an overnight bag xoxo."
Michelle stood and dressed quickly, fascinated at the mystery of what Julie had in store for her.
It was exactly 12 minutes later when her father shouted up stairs, "Mitchie, get your butt down here, Mrs Smith from next door has kindly agreed to look after you for the day & overnight."
Michelle shouted down, "Will be there in ... 3 minutes," giggling to herself as she stuffed a few items into a small rucksack, slung it over her shoulder and bounced downstairs, dressed in favourite sweatshirt and tight yoga pants.
When she caught Julie's eye and the slight frown on her face, Michelle altered her demeanour to dutiful daughter mode, as she heard Julie say, "of course Mr & Mrs Lynch, I will be more than happy to look after your daughter for the evening, to allow you to take advantage of this wonderful opportunity before Mrs Lynch has to return to America." Then added, "and Michelle will be good company for me while my husband is away."
"Please call me Sarah," Michelle's mother replied, "and you are so kind stepping into the breach at the last moment." Then turning to Michelle said, "Mrs Smith, I mean Julie, will look after you this evening dear, as your father has just been sent two tickets to see the Russian State ballet performing Swan Lake this evening, and these tickets are a valuable as gold dust."
"I have made up my spare room," purred Julie' "so you can enjoy your evening happy in the knowledge that she will be returned safe and sound in the morning."
Michelle followed Julie across the lawns, from one house to the other, still in shock and awe at what had just happened. "How the HELL did you manage THAT?" she asked Julie admiringly.
Julie just let out a throaty laugh and said, "your mom loves the ballet, and two tickets somehow were accidentally delivered to my address, so I just delivered them to her and offered to chaperone you." Michelle stared at Julie as she went on, "oh and by the way, when using a dildo, you really should try getting on all fours like you did in the kitchen, it feels so much better."
Michelle's jaw dropped as she stammered, "have you been spying on me?"
"That's not the half of it love," Julie laughed, "Now dump your stuff in the spare room, we have a show to watch, but later, after dinner."
As they finished the bottle of wine, Michelle began to relax and saw how Julie's eyes glittered with interest when Michelle mentioned that her ex-roomie was a lesbian. Julie's eyes glowed with fire when Michelle described what "Friends With Benefits" meant, and how her roomie would often fuck her with a strap on.
"So you like pussy as well as cock then?" Julie said in a very British, matter of fact tone.
Michelle just nodded and blushed.
"Nothing wrong with that," Julie said, "after all, I lived with a lesbian for two years before my first husband, so I enjoy pussy as well. Might even enjoy yours later."
Michelle felt her face and neck redden brighter, and her pussy dampen, at the thought of Julie between her thighs. This train of thought was interrupted when Julie said, "come and join me in the cinema room, love."
Michelle followed Julie, admiring her ass in the light cotton trousers that clung to her in all the right places. Michelle was sure Julie wasn't wearing any underwear, and thought again of Julie's comments about tasting her pussy, and wondered what hers would taste like.
Julie laughed over her shoulder, "stop panting dear it gives your lustful thoughts away, and in answer to your unasked question I hate wearing underwear. Now take a seat."
Julie waved to the small room with half a dozen comfortable chairs round a large wall screen that flickered into life. The screen was split into nine screens and Michelle realised it was the inside of her home. As she watched the front door opened and her mother and father walked in, and from the speakers Michelle could hear her mother humming one of the songs from Swan Lake. Julie flicked a switch on the remote and the nine screens became one, showing the scene in high definition.
"That was wonderful," Michelle's mother cooed, "and we have the house to ourselves for the night, so no more sneaking around."
"Indeed," said Michelle's father as he reached round and scooped one of his wife's breasts from her low cut evening gown running a thumb over her hardening nipple.
"Are we going to watch my Mom & Dad at it?" Michelle asked a little breathlessly, without moving her eyes from the screen.
"Will you get yourself off like you normally do?" teased Julie, "I think you will learn a few new things tonight."
As Michelle watched the screen, her mother stripped naked in their hallway and then knelt before Michelle's father, who was still dressed in his tuxedo. Michelle admired how toned her mother kept her body, secretly hoping Michelle own body would look that good at her mother's age. Michelle was a little shocked as she heard her mother speak words in a tone she had not heard before.
"May your slut suck your cock sir?" came the sultry words from the kneeling Sarah Lynch, as she unzipped Michelle's father's fly allowing his semi-hard cock to spring free.
Michelle was impressed by the size of her father's uncut cock, and could feel the dampness start again between her legs.
"You like your father's cock don't you." Julie whispered as she moved next to Michelle and stroked a finger across her breasts, which were heaving beneath her sweatshirt. Despite the thickness of the material, Michelle could feel her nipples harden, and she squirmed on the seat. Michelle could only moan in agreement, a moan that became more heated and louder as she heard her mother speak.
"Can I suck your cock like you wished our daughter would," Michelle's mother groaned, as she engulfed her husband's now rampant cock deeply, until she almost gagged, withdrew, leaving her drool dripping from his cock.
"Would you like her to suck your cock like this?" then sucked his cock back in deep, nuzzling her nose into his wiry black pubic hair.
"Would you like to see her suck me?" Michelle's father growled, his hands on her mother's head, as he slowly ground his hips into wife's eager mouth.
Suddenly Michelle felt confined by her clothing, and she casted off her sweatshirt and bra, before ripping off her yoga pants and tiny briefs, all while never averting her focus from the screen. Sitting back in the chair, she opened her legs wide, to allow Julie, who had moved between her knees, easy access to her pussy. Michelle gripped Julie's hair as she watched her father push his meaty cock into her mother's pussy. Michelle nearly screamed with pleasure as Julie talented tongue started to delve deep inside, searching every nook and cranny of her aching sex.
On the screen Michelle saw her father finger her mother's ass, working gel in before he withdrew his cock from her pussy, and probed at her ass saying. "Do you want my fat cock up your ass?"
Michelle was fascinated by the uncut purple cock head that glistened with gel and her mother's juices, and she swallowed hard when she saw her father slam home, driving his cock deep into her mother ass with a single swift thrust. Michelle could hardly believe the words that came out of her mother's mouth, words she didn't even know her mother knew.
"Oh yes fuck my slutty ass, use me, fuck me like you want to fuck our daughter."
Michelle pulled Julie's hair, urging her on, as the scene on the screen captivated her attention. The moaning sounds from the speakers were familiar to Michelle, knowing that this is what she had heard on previous nights. The thoughts and sounds sent Michelle over the top, and she flooded into Julie's mouth, squirting her juices like she never had before.
Michelle was still revelling in the powerful orgasm, when Michelle felt herself being dragged round behind the chair and bent over the back of it. From out of nowhere, Julie had produced a dildo, and while pulling Michelle's head up by her hair, so she could still see the screen, drove it deep into Michelle's soaking pussy from behind, and started to pump with the same intensity and rhythm as her father was riding her mother on screen. Flicking a switch at the base of the dildo, Julie watched as it started to buzz and vibrate, sending Michelle into the same multiple orgasms that her mother was having on screen.
Michelle felt drained as she slumped over the back of the chair, the buzzing dildo still inside her, and mini orgasms shooting through her, causing her to shudder, eyes still glued to the screen.
On the screen, her father had pulled out of her mother, leaving a puddle of their combined cum between her legs. To her surprise and excitement, Michelle's mother turned and started to lap up the cum puddle from the tiled floor, like a thirsty dog.
"Oh my," Michelle moaned softly, "My mother an ass slut, I would have never guessed."
Julie wiped Michelle's cum from her face as she laughed and teased, "shame she is going back to America so soon, whatever will your father do?"
Michelle was lying on her bed dressed in just her light blue panties reflecting on the day before wondering how to use the information she had gained. "My mom is a dirty anal slut," she whispered under her breath, feeling the tingle between her legs. She slid her hand under the waistband of her panties and began touching herself idly, as she recalled the vision of her mother groaning like a whore, as her father fucked her ass mercilessly
She didn't need the flash drive that Julie had given her to remember the scene, and the thought of her father's fat, uncut cock increased Michelle's desire, as she slipped a finger inside herself, feeling her wetness as she pushed the finger deeper. It was at that point she remembered the hidden cameras her neighbour Julie, had planted. She shifted her position on the bed slightly, to put herself at the proper camera angle, and pulled her panties to her ankles while opening her legs wide. The thought that Julie was watching her wanton display made her finger herself faster, and an image of sucking on her father's cock as her mother licked her from behind, all with Julie watching, sent her over the top in a toe-curling orgasm.
Biting back a scream of pleasure she heard her father shout up the stairs, "Mitchie! get up, your mom and I have something to discuss with you." Almost simultaneously, her secret phone buzzed, announcing the arrival of a new message with an attachment.
"I'll be right down Dad, just getting dressed," Michelle shouted and added under her breath, "unless you want to come and help me," then giggled as she tapped the flashing icon and opened the message.
It was from her neighbour Julie and read 'nice show! and this may be of interest.'
Michelle blushed and squirmed knowing that Julie had just seen her orgasm on the cameras she had set up previously. She clicked play on the audio file attachment, and had to keep the sound low, but clearly heard it was her Mum and Dad discussing the previous events, where they had come in and found Michelle in the kitchen fucking herself with a cucumber.
"I knew she was sexually active," said her mom pensively, "but it's still a shock to see your daughter naked on the kitchen floor and masturbating with vegetables."
"Shocking yes, but also incredibly arousing," laughed Michelle's father, then added after the look he received from her mother, "She's been here for almost three months now, so I can understand her frustration level."
"So," said Michelle's mom, "I think it would be best for Michelle if I..."
Before Michelle could hear the rest of the message, she heard her bedroom door opening, and quickly rolled onto her tummy, as she clicked off the file and stuffed the contraband phone under her pillow. She heard her dad softly step into the room, and draw in his breath sharply, as he surveyed Michelle's naked back and ass, and Michelle wondered if her father could see how wet and puffy her pussy was. It took every drop of her willpower not to turn over and let him feast his eyes on the rest of her young body, and just as she plucked up the nerve to do, so she heard him step back out of the room, and the bedroom closed with a click.
"Mitchie!" shouted her father from the other side of the door, "how long are you going to be, or do I have to come in there and drag you out?"
"Just coming dad," Mitchie replied, smiling to herself proudly at her pun, as she leapt up and thrust her hips lewdly at the bedroom door, the only barrier between her and her father.
She pulled up her panties, which were bunched around her left ankle, and reaching for her bra, she giggled softly and decided to leave it off. She pulled on a tight tee shirt that clung to her tight young breasts, her nipples straining against the thin material. Finally, she shimmied into a pair of denim short-shorts, which were frayed at the bottom and barely covered her pert rounded ass cheeks.
While pulling her hair into a ponytail, she flung open the door quickly, and stared at her father, who was standing curiously close to the doorway. There was no doubt that her father was hard, as Michelle could clearly see the bulge forming a tent in his pants. Resisting the urge to reach out and caress it, Michelle instead smiled at her dad teasingly, turned sideways, and slowly squeezed past him, making sure her ass brushed against his trouser front.
Michelle's happy mood came to an abrupt halt, as she saw her mother sitting at the kitchen table with a stern look on her face, and Michelle's heart sank when her mother said, "It's about Chico and going back to America."
Michelle couldn't decide whether to beg her parents to allow him to stay, or throw the flash drive with the video of them fucking on the table, and threaten them if they didn't let her keep her beloved pet. The only thing that made the past three months bearable for Michelle was having her trusty black-lab mix, Chico with her, in this god-forsaken place
As she bit her lip and trembled, Michelle recalled Julie's advice when she pressed the flash drive into Michelle's hand the night before, "always play your cards LAST, and only play the ones you HAVE TO."
Her mother continued, "Your father and I have decided that Chico should stay here with you, and perhaps it would be best if I moved over here, so we can be together as a family. I will need to go back for four weeks to finish up some projects, but then will return and work out of our London office for the remainder of the summer."
Michelle smiled at having won the hand, without having to play any of her trump cards, and made a mental note to thank Julie properly for the sage advice, next time she saw her.
Over the next few days, things had returned to semi normal in the Lynch household. Michelle's mom had gone back to America, but her Dad still watched her like a hawk, without ever mentioning the cucumber incident again. To make matters worse, he had taken to working from home, which further curbed Michelle's freedom.
Julie was nowhere to be seen, though clearly around, Michelle hadn't spoken to her face to face, since the night of her parents show, and the frustration was driving Michelle mad.
Father and daughter sat silently at the kitchen table while eating breakfast. Her father was scrolling through work emails on his phone, while the still device-less Michelle sat there plotting new and different ways to tease her father, to exact some subtle revenge, and to see just how far he could push him.
John watched his daughter from the corner of his eyes and found he couldn't take his gaze from her young body. Hating himself for it, John had searched his daughter's room on the pretence for checking for drugs, but when he found the dildo in her drawer, he grew hard instantly, imagining her using on her sweet body. He even sniffed it, and was sure he could smell her pussy juices. To his further shame, he had pressed his ear to the adjoining wall between their bedrooms the previous night, and listened to his daughter bring herself to an orgasm with the same dildo, as he fisted his cock.
"Dad, "Michelle cooed, "could I take Chico for a walk this afternoon?"
"No" said her father without looking up from his laptop, "the very kind Mrs. Smith next door takes him running with her every morning and I am sure she makes sure he gets plenty of the right kind of exercise."
"I bet she fucking does," muttered Michelle under her breath, before smiling sweetly at her father and adding, "in that case DADDY, I think I will sunbathe, would you put some lotion on me?" Michelle giggled to herself at the emphasis she put on the word "daddy," in her best little girl voice, and the way she intentionally left the lotion question open ended.
Michelle's father looked up from his phone just as his daughter casually discarded her top, while arching her back so her breasts poked out towards him. He could feel his cock stiffen in his pants and tried to think of other things, but the only vision in his mind was that of his daughter on all fours, with a large cucumber sticking out of her freshly fucked pussy.
Michelle sensed his eyes on her, so she made a bit of a show of wiggling out of her tight denim shorts, revealing the thong bikini bottom, which left the rounded globes of her firm young ass totally exposed. Without looking back at him, she trotted out the back door of the cottage, and laid face down on the sun bed.
Michelle heard her father come out a few moments later, and she reached behind herself, and untied the flimsy string of her bikini top, giving her father unfettered access to her back.
She yelped as her father let a large dollop of cold gel drop onto her back, then purred softly as she felt her father's strong hands knead her muscles and work the lotion into her skin.
As her father's hands moved lower on her back, Michelle looked over her shoulder, and again in her best Princess voice, asked, "can you do my bottom too, please daddy, so it doesn't get burned?"
Michelle could sense her father's discomfort, as his hands paused and tensed, before he let out a long sigh, and started to rub the lotion into the firm globes of her pale white ass. He smoothed the lotion down the back of her thighs, and actually felt himself salivate as she instinctively parted her thighs.
She was about to turn over, and let him see the effect his massage was having on her nipples and pussy, when she felt a playful spank on her left ass cheek.
"OK Princess, you can do the rest from here, I need to go and have a shower," his voice cracking as he spat out the words.
Michelle spun over quickly, hoping to see just how big of a bulge she created in his pants, but she only saw the back of her father, as he retreated urgently and vanished into the house.
"I wonder?" Michelle thought to herself, as she slid the secret phone from her bag. She swiped through to the app Julie had told her about, which gave her access to all the cameras in the house via their Wi-Fi network. Clicking on each room in turn, she stopped when she found the stream from her father's bedroom.
He was already completely naked and lying on his back on the bed, while he slowly fisted his large cock, which was standing up like a steel rod. Michelle couldn't know what he was thinking, but from the speed at which he had left the backyard, Michelle had little doubt he was thinking about her.
She watched him work the large mushroom cap head of his uncut cock, and Michelle imagined what it would taste like, and how it would feel in her mouth, if she ever got the chance to suck him like he fantasized about. Rolling onto her belly, she placed the phone on the ground, and shifted so both her hands were under her body and between her legs, so she could masturbate while watching her father work his cock.
Pulling the string of her thong aside with one hand, she rubbed herself at the same pace as her father was working his cock on the screen. She thrust two fingers deep into herself, fingering herself faster, as her father picked up speed. Just as she heard her father groan, "Mitchieeeee," she squirted onto her fingers, as her father spurted thick jets of cum into the air and onto his belly. Michelle licked her lips, imagining the taste of his cum, and arched her ass into the air, to allow herself easier access to her soaking pussy. Michelle was so far gone was she didn't take any notice of anything outside of the small tiny focus bubble her brain was now in, as she slowly stroked her clit, building to another orgasm.
Fresh from his shower, dressed in cargo shorts and a polo shirt, John Lynch watched from the back door, as his daughter bucked and writhed on the sun bed, moaning like his wife did, when she pretended to be Michelle. He could see her delicate fingers sliding in and out, coated in her copious juices, her head shaking from side to side as orgasms shot through her small body.
Despite the hand job he had given himself earlier, John felt his cock get hard in his shorts, and he found it harder resist the urges he had been having for his beautiful daughter for quite some time now.
Unzipping himself, he started working his cock back to full hardness, as he watched his daughter arch up and push three fingers into her dripping pussy. The noises coming from his sweet daughter's mouth left no doubt that she was in seventh heaven, and he knew it wouldn't take him long to meet her there.
Michelle was in a world of her own, her teeth rattled in her skull and her vision blurred, as she rode her fingers onward to orgasm-town. Her mind flooded with an endless stream of mental images, of Julie being fucked, of Julie fucking her, and her father and mother in various sexual states, all flashing in her head in a lovely pornographic montage.
"Oh yes daddy! Fill my fucking cunt and have mommy clean me afterwards," Michelle moaned loudly, not caring who may be within earshot. As her orgasm hit her, she opened her mouth to moan, and then her eyes flew open, when she sensed that she was no longer alone. She was greeted by the sight of her father's purple cock head being worked by his hand, within inches of her face.
"Daddy?" Michelle said breathlessly, in more of a plea than a question.
Her father did not answer verbally. Instead, the slit in his cock head flared and great ropes of cum spurted into Michelle's face, hitting her forehead, right eye, and cheek.
Michelle opened her mouth and caught some of her father's seed on her outstretched tongue, and powerless to resist, John stepped forward and thrust his still spurting cock into his daughter's hungry mouth. Michelle sucked like a woman possessed, tasting her Father's cum in her throat, and reaching between her legs, massaged her clit to yet another toe-curling orgasm which shivered through her body.
Coming down to earth John looked down at his daughter's mouth wrapped round his deflating cock, and felt a pang of guilt at crossing the uncrossable line. John's concern about if he had done the right thing dissolved though, when he saw his daughter smile around his thick shaft, and he knew everything would be fine.
Julie smiled from her office, complimenting herself for putting in the extra effort to install the outside camera along with the internal ones, as the video frame on her monitor perfectly captured the consummation of this long anticipated incestuous relationship.
Julie removed her hand from her panties, and licked her fingers clean, before picking up the phone and punching in the Unites States country code, and the rest of the number from memory.
"Hi it's me," Julie spoke into the receiver, then paused, while listening to the person at the other end, and added, "Yes exactly as we thought would happen...I have encrypted the first file and uploaded it, I think there will be others to follow...Kisses... see you soon."
Two days later, John lay on his back, as his daughter rode his cock slowly up and down, gripping him with her tight pussy, while looking lovingly into his eyes. She had been insatiable since the time on the sun bed, but when they fucked, she demanded he describe in detail to her how he fucked her mother. The descriptions seemed to spur Michelle on to even greater orgasms, and when he talked about how he fucked her mother's ass, he would have sworn his daughter's orgasms would have been heard in the next county.
To his surprise, John learned that his daughter was not an anal virgin, and he quickly learned that she loved being on all fours for him. He nearly lost his load the first time, when she reached back and pulled her ass cheeks wide apart and yelled, "fuck your little girl's ass like you fuck mommy's!"
As Michelle started to ride his cock harder, bouncing up and down in orgasmic bliss, John glanced over her shoulder to see his wife standing in the doorway, smiling at the scene before her. She was already naked, as she must have heard the sounds of their lovemaking from the moment she landed at Heathrow, let alone when she had entered the small cottage, and a long, flesh-coloured dildo hung lewdly from between her legs. Just as John was going to say something, Sarah held a finger to her lips for silence, as she used her other hand to coat the strap-on with lube.
Climbing onto the bed, she kissed her daughter softly on the neck before murmuring, "Mommy has a present for you too baby."
Michelle was startled at first, but relaxed and continued to ride her fathers cock, as she felt her mother's soft hand on her back, pushing her forward onto her father, who clamped his mouth around her aching nipple. She first felt the slight jolt of pain, as his teeth gently bit down on her pebble hard nub, and then felt a bigger flash of pain, as her mother slowly pushed the greased strap-on into her ass.
Sarah held her daughter at the waist, while she worked the rubber phallus into her tight, sweet hole, and moaned along with Michelle, as the base of the dildo rubbed across the horny mother's clit.
Releasing his daughter's nipple, John leaned up and kissed his wife hard on the lips, and sighed, "welcome home, love," as he matched his thrusts to those of his wife, while they fucked their daughter between them.
Michelle looked up to the corner of the room and smiled, hoping Julie was enjoying this as much as she was.
It had seemed like a great idea at the time, having just finished her senior year at college, she remembered her parents offering her the prospect of six months in England, as a gap year, while she made up her mind whether to get a job or go to graduate school. It sounded so wonderful at the time, even though her Mom couldn't accompany her & her Dad. While Mom would miss them both, she had to stay behind for her job.
What Michelle hadn't counted on though, was that her Dad's assignment was in a rural village, and not in the midst of the London rock and punk clubs that she was envisioning. The locals all talked funny and she couldn't get over how damned quiet everything was in the countryside.
At first, the quaint, little cottage seemed idyllic, nestled in a small hamlet, looking like something out of Camelot or Harry Potter. However, the reality set in that there was only one pub in town, full of old farmers and their strapping sons, who were as thick and dense as the cows they prattled on about.
It had been three months since they had been in England and the glamour had worn off. Michelle was homesick and face-timed with her Mom whenever their schedules would jive with the time difference. If there was any saving grace about this God forsaken village, it was their neighbour Julie, who had been so kind to Micelle the month before.
Julie was driving home late one night after a dinner meeting, and saw a girl walking in the same direction, about two miles away from the cottage, that looked a lot like Michelle. As she slowed down to greet her, she noticed Michelle was dressed a lot nicer than for a walk down a country road, and her face was covered in tears.
"Get in love," Julie called to Michelle, "let me drive you the rest of the way home."
Michelle was angry and in no mood to talk with anyone, but her feet were killing her, from walking almost three miles in her nicest Kenneth Cole heels.
"Thank you," she said with a sniffle, and got into the car, trying to hide her tears and bloodshot eyes. The skirt showed off a good portion of her thighs as she sat, and she pulled her sweater tighter around the silk blouse she was wearing, shivering a bit from the damp evening air.
Julie knew better than to pry, having helped raise her niece when her brother-in-law and sister split, so the two rode in silence as the car bounced and jostled down the old dirt road.
"Tell me what happened, dear," Julie finally interjected, sensing the time was right to talk.
"Even in England, men are jerks," Michelle finally blurted out, blowing her nose into an overused tissue.
Michelle went on to recount the particularly disastrous date she experienced earlier that evening. She had finally been asked out, since coming to England, by one of the cuter farmer's sons. When they got to the pub, she figured out it was just one of the local boys showing her off like a trophy, as the one to take out the American girl staying at the old Wellington place.
At first this made her feel special and unique, and it was nice to finally be with people her own age, and males other than her father and her dog. However, William, her date, seemed more interest in drinking with his mates, and them all taking the micky out of her "quaint" accent and her "cute way" of talking, than in learning more about her. After he downed his 6th pint, and refilled it without even offering her another drink, she decided there was no way she would be letting him drive her home. When he and his mates went to play darts, she left the tavern, without anyone of them noticing, and started the long walk home to the cottage.
Julie listened quietly as Michelle poured her heart out, and she really felt sorry for her neighbour.
Dropping her at the front door of the cottage, Julie offered, "if you're feet aren't ruined from walking in those bloody shoes, would you like to join me tomorrow for my morning run?"
Michelle's face lit up at the invitation, and the opportunity to work out some energy and aggression, although not quite the way she was hoping for when she headed out on the date several hours ago.
The next morning, Julie knocked on the cottage door, and Michelle was already up and dressed, and stretching in the kitchen.
Over the next month, the two women became fast friends, despite the over 20 year age difference between them. And the two struck quite the pair. At 5'8" Julie was a good 4 inches taller than Michelle, and her broad shoulders and 40C breasts equally dwarfed her younger companion.
Julie would often pull her dark auburn hair into a ponytail, or some times in a French plait, but could never understand the American fondness for baseball hats. Even though she was older, her fitness level was such that on some days Michelle had to push herself to keep up. While competitive, Michelle didn't mind, as the sight of Julie's firm behind in her spandex running pants, reminded Michelle of her sophomore year girlfriend, who first got Michelle into running.
Michelle had also started to look to Julie as almost a surrogate Mother, and when they weren't running or going to gym together, they would talk about all sorts of things. Julie clearly wasn't from round the area, and explained that she came from Newcastle, and her husband was from Ireland.
Over dinner the two women chatted though Michelle was conscious that she revealed far more than Julie. The topics ranged from Michelle's work plans after returning to America through to travelling the world. Michelle was spell bound as Julie described some of the wonderful places she had been ranging from the Taj Mahal in India to the wild bush of South Africa. Julie didn't mention much of life before her husband but clearly it was her second marriage and there was a significant other before that.
Michelle's mind wandered to the last gym session when she had watched Julie get stripped for the shower, and she couldn't help noticing Julie was totally shaved down below. Michelle nervously blurted out a question about it, and Julie simply smiled like a sphinx, and explained, "keeps things neat and simple." Michelle sat, pondering her words, and staring at Julie's still pert ass, as she wandered into the shower.
After Julie dropped her home from the gym, it was that mental image of Julie's back and ass that was in Michelle's mind, as she slipped her hand inside her yoga pants, and under her panties. Touching herself gently, while lying on her bed, Michelle imagined for a moment that it was Julie's finger touching her, as Julie's husband, JJ, watched the two women play. Michelle felt herself get wetter as her finger slipped inside herself, picturing JJ's dark curly hair, and shining green emerald eyes, as he unzipped and pulled out his thick cock, that was already an impressive length, semi hard.
Just as Michelle was about to imagine taking JJ's cock into her mouth, while Julie's tongue danced over her hardening clit, her father's voice from downstairs snapped her out of her near-orgasmic daydream into reality.
"I'm off Mitchie," he shouted from the kitchen, using her pet name, "I will be back late, so please take Chico for a walk, that is, if you can find that darned dog."
Reluctantly, she pulled her hand out of her pants, pausing to taste herself on her fingers. It had been over three months now without any sex, from man or woman, which had her even more frustrated than the fact they drove on the wrong side of the road!
Shaking the last of her fantasy out of her head, Michelle went downstairs to begin the hunt for Chico, and sniggered to herself, "this backwater village probably doesn't even know what a lesbian is, let alone having there be another one around here."
Michelle watched her father's car pull away, calling out the front door for Chico. They could never let Chico out unattended at home, for fear of him being run over. However, since there was nothing for miles except chickens, cows and countryside, they often didn't see Chico for an entire day, but knew he wouldn't wander too far, and that he'd come home when he was called.
Calling his name and whistling, Michelle grabbed a pair of training shoes and wandered into the back garden. "No doubt off chasing wabbits," she muttered in her best Elmer Fudd impression, while looking around the garden. Well, they called it a garden here, but it was more like a field with a patch of woods at the bottom of the hill, that covered more than an acre.
On one side of the cottage was a farmer's field, and on the other side, through a country gate, was Julie & JJ's home, which had a similar layout to the cottage Michelle and her father had rented.
Michelle's heart jumped into her mouth as she saw that Julie's country gate was left open, "Oh my god," she thought, "if Chico has dug up Julie's prized garden, I'll be mortified."
Breaking into a jog, Michelle ran through the open gate and into her neighbour's yard, frantically looking for Chico. Hoping to find him and spirit him back home unseen, she quietly searched the garden, calling his name in a 'loud whisper,' while growing concerned. Feeling foolish, she finally decided to come clean and get Julie's help, walking around to the back door of Julie's house.
The back entrance had a stable door, which allowed the top to be opened, to allow in fresh air, while the bottom remained closed. The back door led to a boot room, and then onto the big country kitchen. Michelle noticed the top of the door was open, and just as she was about to call out for Julie, but the sight that greeted her stopped her dead in her tracks. It took Michelle awhile to fully process the images her eyes were sending to her brain.
Bent over the kitchen table and being fucked by someone who clearly wasn't her husband was her neighbour Julie. The reason Michelle knew it wasn't her husband is that even though clothed, it was clearly a woman who was using a large strap on and fucking the hell out of Julie. The other woman gripped Julie's hips as she grunted, "do you like my fem cock in your slutty cunt, you whore? Do you want in your ass in a minute, even though it will hurt like hell, and you will scream?"
To her utter amazement her normally sophisticated friend groaned with pleasure and moaned loudly, "Oh yes Wendy use me like a bitch in heat, fuck me hard, punish me like I deserve."
Michelle's brain was telling her to turn and run, but other parts of her body, namely her clit and pussy, were demanding she stay and watch this vulgar display of wanton pleasure. Without realizing it, she felt her own hands dip into her yoga pants, and Michelle started to rub herself, while watching her sexy neighbour and new best friend, be brutally fucked by a butch lesbian.
Michelle felt the band of the yoga pants cut into her arm, as she forced her hand deeper and pushed two fingers deep inside her soaking pussy. Finger fucking herself harder, Michelle's body trembled, as her orgasm was rapidly approaching.
Suddenly without warning the woman pulled Julie's head back and Michelle found her eyes meet those of Julie in the reflection of the polished oven door. Their eyes locked for a brief second and Michelle was sure she had been recognised.
Ducking down behind the lower half of the stable door, Michelle crouched, panting from fear of being caught, and also in frustration from her second orgasm being interrupted moments before she was about to go over the edge. Keeping low, she scuttled back through the garden, and slipped into her house.
Michelle sat on one of the stools at the breakfast bar, and tried to catch her breath. She tried to convince herself she was dreaming, but the sights and sounds that were replying in her mind were too raw, feral and passionate not to be real. It felt like her whole body was on fire, and the major source of her heat was between her legs.
She pushed her yoga pants and panties down and off her legs in a single motion, and leaned back on the breakfast bar, opening her legs and rubbing herself frantically, as she closed her eyes and relived the unbelievable scene she had just witnessed.
Her fingers weren't enough, so she tore open the refrigerator door, and grabbed one of the smooth cucumbers Julie had given them from her greenhouse. Michelle gasped at the contrast of the cold vegetable against her flaming pussy, and pushed the tapered cucumber deep into her pussy. She gripping the end tightly, and began to fuck herself hard. Her juices were flowing around the cucumber, and down into the crack of her ass, and the empty cottage filled with the squelching sounds of her organic dildo invading her dripping young cunt.
As Michelle was on the brink of orgasm, for the third time today, a familiar laugh from the doorway interrupted her release yet again. Michelle opened her eyes, and blinked a few times, to adjust to the light coming from behind the voice, and stared into the lovely face of her just-fucked neighbour, Julie.
Michelle was too far gone to stop this time and staring at Julie she continued to push the cucumber up inside herself. She felt a soft hand slide under her top and pinch her braless nipple, causing further jolts tremors to shoot through her young body, as Julie's warm, open lips press against her own, in a long, passionate kiss, causing her to cum over and over.
Michelle was in a sexual daze, as she slid herself off the stool, dropping to the floor on all fours and sticking her round ass high into the air. She moaned with pure lust as Julie's hand reached under and cupped her pussy, pulling her hips a little higher. Then still supporting her with one hand, Julie gripped the end of the cucumber and fucked her harder than she had ever been fucked before, the cucumber driving in and out of her already puffy pussy lips. Once again, Julie's fingers tweaked Michelle's nipple, triggering an orgasm that became prolonged and intensified, as Julie's other hand pinched Michelle's clit, as the relentless fucking continuously pumped at her core.
Michelle was still experiencing mini orgasms, from the cucumber lodged inside her, when she heard the front door slam and a voice shouting from the foyer.
"Hey Mitchie, where are you?" shouted her father, his voice getting louder as he neared the kitchen, "where are you? I have a something that I'm sure will lift your spirits."
Her brain had not fully engaged yet, and her entire body was too exhausted to move, from the primal fucking she had just received.
Giddy with excitement, having pulled off this surprise visit to cheer up their daughter, Michelle's mother and father jumped into the kitchen, shouting in unison, "SURPRI...!" their voices trailing off, as they stood and stared in shock at the scene before them.
"What the hell," roared Michelle's father as his brain tried to process the images being sent by his eyes. There was his sweet daughter with her ass high in the air pointing towards him. Her pussy was clearly on display and he could see the cucumber sticking out from her swollen lips, her juices dripping onto the tiled floor. The back door was wide open to garden but luckily their neighbours were far enough away that they wouldn't have been able to witness his daughter's slutty act.
"Go to your room," Michelle's mother said quietly to her daughter as she looked for a floor cloth.
"Where's Julie?" Michelle asked still in a post-orgasmic daze.
"Thank goodness she wasn't here to witness you being a slut," said her father, "now go to your room."
Michelle trudged up the stairs with leaden feet as the enormity of what had just happened started to sink in.
Following his naked daughter upstairs John couldn't help but notice how cute her ass was and the vision of her open pussy dripping with her juices round the vegetable lodged deep inside popped into his head causing stiffness in his trousers. Shaking his head to clear the thoughts he demanded, "Phone, tablet & laptop young lady, you are grounded 100% while I talk to your Mom."
The next few days passed very quietly, with Michelle's Mom & Dad saying nothing about the incident, but not letting Michelle out of their sight.
To Michelle's delight, the cottage walls were no better at containing sounds than the thin walls of her house back home, so she still got to enjoy the sounds of her parents' middle-of-the-night lovemaking sessions. To her surprise though, they seemed to be noisier than usual, and she had got herself off listening to her mother's loud groans of pleasure, as her father's grunted and panted.
It was mid afternoon three days after the cucumber incident that Michelle stepped into the shower, after a day of lying in the sun under the watchful eye of her parents. As she soaped herself all over, under the deluge of warm water, she started to relive what had happened just a few days ago. Feeling her nipples harden, she tweaked them, calling herself a lezbo slut under her breath, but rather than dampen her ardour, she felt the heat between her legs increase. Leaning back against the tiles she spread her still swollen pussy lips with one hand, and with the fingertip of her other hand, started to rub her engorged clit. Michelle moaned and bit her lip as the orgasm tingled through her body, and with lust now raging within her, she knew she needed something inside her, to truly satisfy her urges.
Wrapping a towel round herself, she scurried to her room, and felt around in the bedside drawer for her trusty dildo, that had accompanied her from America, but to her surprise, only encountered a buzzing phone.
"Hello?" said a very confused Michelle into the strange phone.
"Hello love," said the familiar voice of her next door neighbour Julie, "sorry for leaving you in a lurch, but I thought it was better if I vanished pronto, though I would have loved to have seen the look on your father's face."
"I am so grounded & worried," Michelle stammered back.
"Also thought it best if I laid low until I could get a few things in place," continued Julie, then purred, "so how do you fancy dinner?"
Michelle nodded before she stammered, "yes" when she realised Julie couldn't see her, and with a click, the phone went dead.
Michelle's brain was spinning as she tried to work out how the phone got there, what Julie meant about dinner, and what on earth she meant about getting things in place. At the same time, her pussy was still screaming for relief, and Michelle rummaged in the drawer, finally locating her 6" dildo. Lying on her back, her knees pulled up to her chest, Michelle fucked herself hard with the dildo, and imagined she was bent over the table, being fucked by her mother with a strap on. That mental picture sent her over the top, and arching up towards the thrusting dildo, Michelle screamed as she peaked in her orgasm.
Michelle was still trying to recover her breathing when the phone buzzed, indicating a new text had arrived.
"Be ready in 15 mins, pack an overnight bag xoxo."
Michelle stood and dressed quickly, fascinated at the mystery of what Julie had in store for her.
It was exactly 12 minutes later when her father shouted up stairs, "Mitchie, get your butt down here, Mrs Smith from next door has kindly agreed to look after you for the day & overnight."
Michelle shouted down, "Will be there in ... 3 minutes," giggling to herself as she stuffed a few items into a small rucksack, slung it over her shoulder and bounced downstairs, dressed in favourite sweatshirt and tight yoga pants.
When she caught Julie's eye and the slight frown on her face, Michelle altered her demeanour to dutiful daughter mode, as she heard Julie say, "of course Mr & Mrs Lynch, I will be more than happy to look after your daughter for the evening, to allow you to take advantage of this wonderful opportunity before Mrs Lynch has to return to America." Then added, "and Michelle will be good company for me while my husband is away."
"Please call me Sarah," Michelle's mother replied, "and you are so kind stepping into the breach at the last moment." Then turning to Michelle said, "Mrs Smith, I mean Julie, will look after you this evening dear, as your father has just been sent two tickets to see the Russian State ballet performing Swan Lake this evening, and these tickets are a valuable as gold dust."
"I have made up my spare room," purred Julie' "so you can enjoy your evening happy in the knowledge that she will be returned safe and sound in the morning."
Michelle followed Julie across the lawns, from one house to the other, still in shock and awe at what had just happened. "How the HELL did you manage THAT?" she asked Julie admiringly.
Julie just let out a throaty laugh and said, "your mom loves the ballet, and two tickets somehow were accidentally delivered to my address, so I just delivered them to her and offered to chaperone you." Michelle stared at Julie as she went on, "oh and by the way, when using a dildo, you really should try getting on all fours like you did in the kitchen, it feels so much better."
Michelle's jaw dropped as she stammered, "have you been spying on me?"
"That's not the half of it love," Julie laughed, "Now dump your stuff in the spare room, we have a show to watch, but later, after dinner."
As they finished the bottle of wine, Michelle began to relax and saw how Julie's eyes glittered with interest when Michelle mentioned that her ex-roomie was a lesbian. Julie's eyes glowed with fire when Michelle described what "Friends With Benefits" meant, and how her roomie would often fuck her with a strap on.
"So you like pussy as well as cock then?" Julie said in a very British, matter of fact tone.
Michelle just nodded and blushed.
"Nothing wrong with that," Julie said, "after all, I lived with a lesbian for two years before my first husband, so I enjoy pussy as well. Might even enjoy yours later."
Michelle felt her face and neck redden brighter, and her pussy dampen, at the thought of Julie between her thighs. This train of thought was interrupted when Julie said, "come and join me in the cinema room, love."
Michelle followed Julie, admiring her ass in the light cotton trousers that clung to her in all the right places. Michelle was sure Julie wasn't wearing any underwear, and thought again of Julie's comments about tasting her pussy, and wondered what hers would taste like.
Julie laughed over her shoulder, "stop panting dear it gives your lustful thoughts away, and in answer to your unasked question I hate wearing underwear. Now take a seat."
Julie waved to the small room with half a dozen comfortable chairs round a large wall screen that flickered into life. The screen was split into nine screens and Michelle realised it was the inside of her home. As she watched the front door opened and her mother and father walked in, and from the speakers Michelle could hear her mother humming one of the songs from Swan Lake. Julie flicked a switch on the remote and the nine screens became one, showing the scene in high definition.
"That was wonderful," Michelle's mother cooed, "and we have the house to ourselves for the night, so no more sneaking around."
"Indeed," said Michelle's father as he reached round and scooped one of his wife's breasts from her low cut evening gown running a thumb over her hardening nipple.
"Are we going to watch my Mom & Dad at it?" Michelle asked a little breathlessly, without moving her eyes from the screen.
"Will you get yourself off like you normally do?" teased Julie, "I think you will learn a few new things tonight."
As Michelle watched the screen, her mother stripped naked in their hallway and then knelt before Michelle's father, who was still dressed in his tuxedo. Michelle admired how toned her mother kept her body, secretly hoping Michelle own body would look that good at her mother's age. Michelle was a little shocked as she heard her mother speak words in a tone she had not heard before.
"May your slut suck your cock sir?" came the sultry words from the kneeling Sarah Lynch, as she unzipped Michelle's father's fly allowing his semi-hard cock to spring free.
Michelle was impressed by the size of her father's uncut cock, and could feel the dampness start again between her legs.
"You like your father's cock don't you." Julie whispered as she moved next to Michelle and stroked a finger across her breasts, which were heaving beneath her sweatshirt. Despite the thickness of the material, Michelle could feel her nipples harden, and she squirmed on the seat. Michelle could only moan in agreement, a moan that became more heated and louder as she heard her mother speak.
"Can I suck your cock like you wished our daughter would," Michelle's mother groaned, as she engulfed her husband's now rampant cock deeply, until she almost gagged, withdrew, leaving her drool dripping from his cock.
"Would you like her to suck your cock like this?" then sucked his cock back in deep, nuzzling her nose into his wiry black pubic hair.
"Would you like to see her suck me?" Michelle's father growled, his hands on her mother's head, as he slowly ground his hips into wife's eager mouth.
Suddenly Michelle felt confined by her clothing, and she casted off her sweatshirt and bra, before ripping off her yoga pants and tiny briefs, all while never averting her focus from the screen. Sitting back in the chair, she opened her legs wide, to allow Julie, who had moved between her knees, easy access to her pussy. Michelle gripped Julie's hair as she watched her father push his meaty cock into her mother's pussy. Michelle nearly screamed with pleasure as Julie talented tongue started to delve deep inside, searching every nook and cranny of her aching sex.
On the screen Michelle saw her father finger her mother's ass, working gel in before he withdrew his cock from her pussy, and probed at her ass saying. "Do you want my fat cock up your ass?"
Michelle was fascinated by the uncut purple cock head that glistened with gel and her mother's juices, and she swallowed hard when she saw her father slam home, driving his cock deep into her mother ass with a single swift thrust. Michelle could hardly believe the words that came out of her mother's mouth, words she didn't even know her mother knew.
"Oh yes fuck my slutty ass, use me, fuck me like you want to fuck our daughter."
Michelle pulled Julie's hair, urging her on, as the scene on the screen captivated her attention. The moaning sounds from the speakers were familiar to Michelle, knowing that this is what she had heard on previous nights. The thoughts and sounds sent Michelle over the top, and she flooded into Julie's mouth, squirting her juices like she never had before.
Michelle was still revelling in the powerful orgasm, when Michelle felt herself being dragged round behind the chair and bent over the back of it. From out of nowhere, Julie had produced a dildo, and while pulling Michelle's head up by her hair, so she could still see the screen, drove it deep into Michelle's soaking pussy from behind, and started to pump with the same intensity and rhythm as her father was riding her mother on screen. Flicking a switch at the base of the dildo, Julie watched as it started to buzz and vibrate, sending Michelle into the same multiple orgasms that her mother was having on screen.
Michelle felt drained as she slumped over the back of the chair, the buzzing dildo still inside her, and mini orgasms shooting through her, causing her to shudder, eyes still glued to the screen.
On the screen, her father had pulled out of her mother, leaving a puddle of their combined cum between her legs. To her surprise and excitement, Michelle's mother turned and started to lap up the cum puddle from the tiled floor, like a thirsty dog.
"Oh my," Michelle moaned softly, "My mother an ass slut, I would have never guessed."
Julie wiped Michelle's cum from her face as she laughed and teased, "shame she is going back to America so soon, whatever will your father do?"
Michelle was lying on her bed dressed in just her light blue panties reflecting on the day before wondering how to use the information she had gained. "My mom is a dirty anal slut," she whispered under her breath, feeling the tingle between her legs. She slid her hand under the waistband of her panties and began touching herself idly, as she recalled the vision of her mother groaning like a whore, as her father fucked her ass mercilessly
She didn't need the flash drive that Julie had given her to remember the scene, and the thought of her father's fat, uncut cock increased Michelle's desire, as she slipped a finger inside herself, feeling her wetness as she pushed the finger deeper. It was at that point she remembered the hidden cameras her neighbour Julie, had planted. She shifted her position on the bed slightly, to put herself at the proper camera angle, and pulled her panties to her ankles while opening her legs wide. The thought that Julie was watching her wanton display made her finger herself faster, and an image of sucking on her father's cock as her mother licked her from behind, all with Julie watching, sent her over the top in a toe-curling orgasm.
Biting back a scream of pleasure she heard her father shout up the stairs, "Mitchie! get up, your mom and I have something to discuss with you." Almost simultaneously, her secret phone buzzed, announcing the arrival of a new message with an attachment.
"I'll be right down Dad, just getting dressed," Michelle shouted and added under her breath, "unless you want to come and help me," then giggled as she tapped the flashing icon and opened the message.
It was from her neighbour Julie and read 'nice show! and this may be of interest.'
Michelle blushed and squirmed knowing that Julie had just seen her orgasm on the cameras she had set up previously. She clicked play on the audio file attachment, and had to keep the sound low, but clearly heard it was her Mum and Dad discussing the previous events, where they had come in and found Michelle in the kitchen fucking herself with a cucumber.
"I knew she was sexually active," said her mom pensively, "but it's still a shock to see your daughter naked on the kitchen floor and masturbating with vegetables."
"Shocking yes, but also incredibly arousing," laughed Michelle's father, then added after the look he received from her mother, "She's been here for almost three months now, so I can understand her frustration level."
"So," said Michelle's mom, "I think it would be best for Michelle if I..."
Before Michelle could hear the rest of the message, she heard her bedroom door opening, and quickly rolled onto her tummy, as she clicked off the file and stuffed the contraband phone under her pillow. She heard her dad softly step into the room, and draw in his breath sharply, as he surveyed Michelle's naked back and ass, and Michelle wondered if her father could see how wet and puffy her pussy was. It took every drop of her willpower not to turn over and let him feast his eyes on the rest of her young body, and just as she plucked up the nerve to do, so she heard him step back out of the room, and the bedroom closed with a click.
"Mitchie!" shouted her father from the other side of the door, "how long are you going to be, or do I have to come in there and drag you out?"
"Just coming dad," Mitchie replied, smiling to herself proudly at her pun, as she leapt up and thrust her hips lewdly at the bedroom door, the only barrier between her and her father.
She pulled up her panties, which were bunched around her left ankle, and reaching for her bra, she giggled softly and decided to leave it off. She pulled on a tight tee shirt that clung to her tight young breasts, her nipples straining against the thin material. Finally, she shimmied into a pair of denim short-shorts, which were frayed at the bottom and barely covered her pert rounded ass cheeks.
While pulling her hair into a ponytail, she flung open the door quickly, and stared at her father, who was standing curiously close to the doorway. There was no doubt that her father was hard, as Michelle could clearly see the bulge forming a tent in his pants. Resisting the urge to reach out and caress it, Michelle instead smiled at her dad teasingly, turned sideways, and slowly squeezed past him, making sure her ass brushed against his trouser front.
Michelle's happy mood came to an abrupt halt, as she saw her mother sitting at the kitchen table with a stern look on her face, and Michelle's heart sank when her mother said, "It's about Chico and going back to America."
Michelle couldn't decide whether to beg her parents to allow him to stay, or throw the flash drive with the video of them fucking on the table, and threaten them if they didn't let her keep her beloved pet. The only thing that made the past three months bearable for Michelle was having her trusty black-lab mix, Chico with her, in this god-forsaken place
As she bit her lip and trembled, Michelle recalled Julie's advice when she pressed the flash drive into Michelle's hand the night before, "always play your cards LAST, and only play the ones you HAVE TO."
Her mother continued, "Your father and I have decided that Chico should stay here with you, and perhaps it would be best if I moved over here, so we can be together as a family. I will need to go back for four weeks to finish up some projects, but then will return and work out of our London office for the remainder of the summer."
Michelle smiled at having won the hand, without having to play any of her trump cards, and made a mental note to thank Julie properly for the sage advice, next time she saw her.
Over the next few days, things had returned to semi normal in the Lynch household. Michelle's mom had gone back to America, but her Dad still watched her like a hawk, without ever mentioning the cucumber incident again. To make matters worse, he had taken to working from home, which further curbed Michelle's freedom.
Julie was nowhere to be seen, though clearly around, Michelle hadn't spoken to her face to face, since the night of her parents show, and the frustration was driving Michelle mad.
Father and daughter sat silently at the kitchen table while eating breakfast. Her father was scrolling through work emails on his phone, while the still device-less Michelle sat there plotting new and different ways to tease her father, to exact some subtle revenge, and to see just how far he could push him.
John watched his daughter from the corner of his eyes and found he couldn't take his gaze from her young body. Hating himself for it, John had searched his daughter's room on the pretence for checking for drugs, but when he found the dildo in her drawer, he grew hard instantly, imagining her using on her sweet body. He even sniffed it, and was sure he could smell her pussy juices. To his further shame, he had pressed his ear to the adjoining wall between their bedrooms the previous night, and listened to his daughter bring herself to an orgasm with the same dildo, as he fisted his cock.
"Dad, "Michelle cooed, "could I take Chico for a walk this afternoon?"
"No" said her father without looking up from his laptop, "the very kind Mrs. Smith next door takes him running with her every morning and I am sure she makes sure he gets plenty of the right kind of exercise."
"I bet she fucking does," muttered Michelle under her breath, before smiling sweetly at her father and adding, "in that case DADDY, I think I will sunbathe, would you put some lotion on me?" Michelle giggled to herself at the emphasis she put on the word "daddy," in her best little girl voice, and the way she intentionally left the lotion question open ended.
Michelle's father looked up from his phone just as his daughter casually discarded her top, while arching her back so her breasts poked out towards him. He could feel his cock stiffen in his pants and tried to think of other things, but the only vision in his mind was that of his daughter on all fours, with a large cucumber sticking out of her freshly fucked pussy.
Michelle sensed his eyes on her, so she made a bit of a show of wiggling out of her tight denim shorts, revealing the thong bikini bottom, which left the rounded globes of her firm young ass totally exposed. Without looking back at him, she trotted out the back door of the cottage, and laid face down on the sun bed.
Michelle heard her father come out a few moments later, and she reached behind herself, and untied the flimsy string of her bikini top, giving her father unfettered access to her back.
She yelped as her father let a large dollop of cold gel drop onto her back, then purred softly as she felt her father's strong hands knead her muscles and work the lotion into her skin.
As her father's hands moved lower on her back, Michelle looked over her shoulder, and again in her best Princess voice, asked, "can you do my bottom too, please daddy, so it doesn't get burned?"
Michelle could sense her father's discomfort, as his hands paused and tensed, before he let out a long sigh, and started to rub the lotion into the firm globes of her pale white ass. He smoothed the lotion down the back of her thighs, and actually felt himself salivate as she instinctively parted her thighs.
She was about to turn over, and let him see the effect his massage was having on her nipples and pussy, when she felt a playful spank on her left ass cheek.
"OK Princess, you can do the rest from here, I need to go and have a shower," his voice cracking as he spat out the words.
Michelle spun over quickly, hoping to see just how big of a bulge she created in his pants, but she only saw the back of her father, as he retreated urgently and vanished into the house.
"I wonder?" Michelle thought to herself, as she slid the secret phone from her bag. She swiped through to the app Julie had told her about, which gave her access to all the cameras in the house via their Wi-Fi network. Clicking on each room in turn, she stopped when she found the stream from her father's bedroom.
He was already completely naked and lying on his back on the bed, while he slowly fisted his large cock, which was standing up like a steel rod. Michelle couldn't know what he was thinking, but from the speed at which he had left the backyard, Michelle had little doubt he was thinking about her.
She watched him work the large mushroom cap head of his uncut cock, and Michelle imagined what it would taste like, and how it would feel in her mouth, if she ever got the chance to suck him like he fantasized about. Rolling onto her belly, she placed the phone on the ground, and shifted so both her hands were under her body and between her legs, so she could masturbate while watching her father work his cock.
Pulling the string of her thong aside with one hand, she rubbed herself at the same pace as her father was working his cock on the screen. She thrust two fingers deep into herself, fingering herself faster, as her father picked up speed. Just as she heard her father groan, "Mitchieeeee," she squirted onto her fingers, as her father spurted thick jets of cum into the air and onto his belly. Michelle licked her lips, imagining the taste of his cum, and arched her ass into the air, to allow herself easier access to her soaking pussy. Michelle was so far gone was she didn't take any notice of anything outside of the small tiny focus bubble her brain was now in, as she slowly stroked her clit, building to another orgasm.
Fresh from his shower, dressed in cargo shorts and a polo shirt, John Lynch watched from the back door, as his daughter bucked and writhed on the sun bed, moaning like his wife did, when she pretended to be Michelle. He could see her delicate fingers sliding in and out, coated in her copious juices, her head shaking from side to side as orgasms shot through her small body.
Despite the hand job he had given himself earlier, John felt his cock get hard in his shorts, and he found it harder resist the urges he had been having for his beautiful daughter for quite some time now.
Unzipping himself, he started working his cock back to full hardness, as he watched his daughter arch up and push three fingers into her dripping pussy. The noises coming from his sweet daughter's mouth left no doubt that she was in seventh heaven, and he knew it wouldn't take him long to meet her there.
Michelle was in a world of her own, her teeth rattled in her skull and her vision blurred, as she rode her fingers onward to orgasm-town. Her mind flooded with an endless stream of mental images, of Julie being fucked, of Julie fucking her, and her father and mother in various sexual states, all flashing in her head in a lovely pornographic montage.
"Oh yes daddy! Fill my fucking cunt and have mommy clean me afterwards," Michelle moaned loudly, not caring who may be within earshot. As her orgasm hit her, she opened her mouth to moan, and then her eyes flew open, when she sensed that she was no longer alone. She was greeted by the sight of her father's purple cock head being worked by his hand, within inches of her face.
"Daddy?" Michelle said breathlessly, in more of a plea than a question.
Her father did not answer verbally. Instead, the slit in his cock head flared and great ropes of cum spurted into Michelle's face, hitting her forehead, right eye, and cheek.
Michelle opened her mouth and caught some of her father's seed on her outstretched tongue, and powerless to resist, John stepped forward and thrust his still spurting cock into his daughter's hungry mouth. Michelle sucked like a woman possessed, tasting her Father's cum in her throat, and reaching between her legs, massaged her clit to yet another toe-curling orgasm which shivered through her body.
Coming down to earth John looked down at his daughter's mouth wrapped round his deflating cock, and felt a pang of guilt at crossing the uncrossable line. John's concern about if he had done the right thing dissolved though, when he saw his daughter smile around his thick shaft, and he knew everything would be fine.
Julie smiled from her office, complimenting herself for putting in the extra effort to install the outside camera along with the internal ones, as the video frame on her monitor perfectly captured the consummation of this long anticipated incestuous relationship.
Julie removed her hand from her panties, and licked her fingers clean, before picking up the phone and punching in the Unites States country code, and the rest of the number from memory.
"Hi it's me," Julie spoke into the receiver, then paused, while listening to the person at the other end, and added, "Yes exactly as we thought would happen...I have encrypted the first file and uploaded it, I think there will be others to follow...Kisses... see you soon."
Two days later, John lay on his back, as his daughter rode his cock slowly up and down, gripping him with her tight pussy, while looking lovingly into his eyes. She had been insatiable since the time on the sun bed, but when they fucked, she demanded he describe in detail to her how he fucked her mother. The descriptions seemed to spur Michelle on to even greater orgasms, and when he talked about how he fucked her mother's ass, he would have sworn his daughter's orgasms would have been heard in the next county.
To his surprise, John learned that his daughter was not an anal virgin, and he quickly learned that she loved being on all fours for him. He nearly lost his load the first time, when she reached back and pulled her ass cheeks wide apart and yelled, "fuck your little girl's ass like you fuck mommy's!"
As Michelle started to ride his cock harder, bouncing up and down in orgasmic bliss, John glanced over her shoulder to see his wife standing in the doorway, smiling at the scene before her. She was already naked, as she must have heard the sounds of their lovemaking from the moment she landed at Heathrow, let alone when she had entered the small cottage, and a long, flesh-coloured dildo hung lewdly from between her legs. Just as John was going to say something, Sarah held a finger to her lips for silence, as she used her other hand to coat the strap-on with lube.
Climbing onto the bed, she kissed her daughter softly on the neck before murmuring, "Mommy has a present for you too baby."
Michelle was startled at first, but relaxed and continued to ride her fathers cock, as she felt her mother's soft hand on her back, pushing her forward onto her father, who clamped his mouth around her aching nipple. She first felt the slight jolt of pain, as his teeth gently bit down on her pebble hard nub, and then felt a bigger flash of pain, as her mother slowly pushed the greased strap-on into her ass.
Sarah held her daughter at the waist, while she worked the rubber phallus into her tight, sweet hole, and moaned along with Michelle, as the base of the dildo rubbed across the horny mother's clit.
Releasing his daughter's nipple, John leaned up and kissed his wife hard on the lips, and sighed, "welcome home, love," as he matched his thrusts to those of his wife, while they fucked their daughter between them.
Michelle looked up to the corner of the room and smiled, hoping Julie was enjoying this as much as she was.
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