The Little Spy

Little Ben's espionage career came to an end after six months. Before that, however, he had been spying on his mother for a few weeks. Until she caught him.

He had hidden in the box for the used laundry, peeking through the slit between the lid and the edge and watching her when she lay on the bed and read her romance novel. She played with her clit while reading, sometimes putting the novel aside and masturbating. Of course, he was also on hand when Uncle Charly turned up once a week to bring her the money from his brother. They hardly spoke a word, they didn't undress completely when he fucked her. He fucked fast and hard, he squirted inside and left quickly.

Mostly she would fall asleep and Ben would crawl out and fuck her very gently without waking her. She groaned or moaned in her sleep, that was her only reaction if any. When she had masturbated, afterwards she always fell asleep and the little boy fucked her like Uncle Charly, but from behind. She bent one leg, now her slit and the moist and soft flesh of her pussyhole were clearly visible under her asscheeks and were exposed to the little boy's cock. This made it possible to fuck her in a similar way to Uncle Charly. But much, much slower. He let his little cock slide very carefully into her moist, soft pussy hole from behind. This had to be done very carefully and slowly. He usually only let a small part penetrate. He knew he wasn't allowed to fuck as wildly as Uncle Charly. Only tiny movements, only a few millimeters in and out, but infinitely slowly. Thanks to his training with Sara, he could squirt very easily, she made slight noises when he squirted. Sometimes he had to wait until she bent her upper leg very tightly and fully exposed her pussyhole under her asscheeks. That way he could carefully slide his cock in deep, very deep and squirt inside her hole. He then waited a few seconds until she was quiet again and then he continued to squirt. It took him quite a while to finish squirting and he pulled his cock out slowly and carefully. Sometimes she would half wake up and mumble with her eyes closed, "What is it?" Ben whispered, "Just a little fucking, Mom!" and she sighed, "Oooh, yeah!" and stuck her pussy hole out even more without waking up and went back to sleep. This position was now much better for penetrating her pussy from behind. She smiled in her dreams when he carefully widened her pussyhole with his fingers and penetrated her with his cock. She smiled and moaned in pleasure, but she never woke up when he fucked her carefully and slowly from behind. "Just a little fuck, Mom!" he whispered and she slept deeply on. He only penetrated deeply when he squirted inside. He remained motionless, only his cock twitched a little bit as he squirted inside. This he repeated almost every day, except when she kept masturbating instead of falling asleep. It was now important to disappear quietly like a ghost. Of course, there were always situations where he had to get to safety quickly because he never wanted to get caught. She sometimes slapped her butt with her hand, almost to scare away an annoying fly, but she never found out. Then, one day, she masturbated sitting on the edge of the bed, propped her feet up on the laundry box and as she twitched in orgasm, she moved the lid. That's how Ben was caught.

She pulled the brat out by the ears, she was blushing blood red with shame and anger. She put him over her knees and spanked his ass. "And — you saw it all, huh!?" she whispered hoarsely. Ben nodded, "Yes, Mom! All of it!" She spanked him and inquired, "Like I did it to myself?" Ben nodded, even though it would mean more beatings. "Yes, Mom, when you masturbated so softly and finely." He pressed his hard‐on against her thigh and began to fuck on her thigh. "And also when Uncle Charly fucked you, the rascal," he breathed and she swallowed hard. She stopped hitting him and just caressed his buttocks gently, because she saw that he had gotten a very stiff cock. With each stroke his cock had twitched on her thigh, stroke after stroke his cock twitched and straightened, he stiffened and now a bit semen dripped a few elongated strings. He fucked her thigh, sliding higher and higher as he fucked her thigh, his cock hammering against her pussy, sliding back and forth across her slit, trying to penetrate thrustingly. She had read in a Threepenny Novel that you shouldn't interrupt or disturb someone while fucking or masturbating, otherwise it could lead to mental problems. Now she realized that he was about to squirt and he squirted a full jet across her slit. There was no way she was going to let him penetrate her.

She lifted him up, his cock at eye level. "You need to stroke firmly up and down, only once," he murmured. She looked at his cock, it was a straight and beautiful young boys cock, only the glans had pushed through the foreskin and now stood pertly, ready to squirt. She grabbed his cock and rubbed it once firmly up and down. After a brief second, the glans straightened up and squirted in a single rich jet over her thighs, she looked stunned at the little boy's cock that was squirting, that was stopping squirting. She grabbed his cock. He squirted again, because he had learned to stop squirting when he squirted into Sara's pussyhole and she wasn't supposed to notice it, while masturbating excitedly. "Please again, Mom!" he whispered. His mother held him up and rubbed his cock up and down once, and he squirted once. "Again!" the little one breathed, and she rubbed him again and he squirted a little. "Again!" breathed the little one and she rubbed him once, making him squirt again. "And — did you fuck me when I was asleep?" she asked and paused. "I'm sure you seized the opportunity and fucked me, you little piglet!" she said plaintively. "Again!" he breathed and she rubbed him, making him squirt again. "I'm sure you waited until I was asleep and then stuck it in," she said tearfully, "and then you fucked me!" She had made up her mind, she didn't even want to hear his answer. Ben wondered if he'd better lie. "A tiny little bit, Mom, just a very little bit." Now it was out, there would surely be a thunderstorm. Lynn took a deep breath. "Thank God it's just a little bit," she mumbled, instantly forgetting what his answer actually meant. In her simple‐mindedness, she immediately suppressed Ben's confession and forgot it, she smiled and whispered how she had experienced it. "I used to dream that Dave was fucking me from behind, it was a beautiful dream." She lifted him to eye level and rubbed his cock once. She was completely taken aback, he squirted well every time she rubbed him briefly. "You know, when I masturbated, Dad always turned me onto my stomach and fucked me from behind, yes, he liked that a lot." She couldn't have said how long it took for Ben to finish. "And do you always squirt like that?" she asked and he said, "Only when Sara doesn't feel like masturbating." Lynn had become curious and, as she made him squirt again, she questioned him, he told her everything and she went wide‐eyed. "But — you don't fuck her, do you!?" and Ben said, no, Sara was still a virgin. She looked at his cock, the glans had slipped back under the foreskin and his cock was no longer so firm. She let him go, "get off already, my little piglet!" she laughed after him. She had never seen such a strange squirting before. Charly had squirted in a completely different way when she masturbated him back then.

Only once, the next evening, did she return to the subject and called Ben into her bedroom. Her eyes were shining, she had actually wanted to masturbate straight away, but called him first. She was lying naked on the bed, the sleeping pill and the glass of water were ready. She told him to lie down next to her and she took off his pyjamas and playfully grabbed his cock. He had to explain to her exactly what was meant by "just a little bit". He fumbled at first, but she insisted. It took a while for him to explain it in detail. "And you're going to squirt inside at the end?" She didn't let up and played with his cock, but without masturbating him. Lynn had let his cock free and stroked her slit thoughtfully during his confession. He watched her pussyplay and then admitted all of it. "After fucking you very little and only millimeterwise, I stick it in really deep and let it all squirt in. But I'm always so careful not to wake you up!" he said faithfully. He had never lied to Lynn before, usually pressing his lips together so as not to lie. "It's good that you told me everything so honestly. Other boys your age would have lied to me about it. You're a fine boy, so I don't blame you at all for fucking me in secret and squirting inside. And for not waking me up." She had become even hornier during his confession and sent him back to the nursery, to Sara. Lynn took the pill and immediately began to masturbate and let the pill take effect. As soon as she had finished masturbating, she would immediately sleep like a rock. Ben knew that, of course. Somehow, he took his confession and her smirking reaction as permission to continue fucking her as long as he was careful not to wake her up.

His sister Sara had so far tolerated him sitting up in bed and watching her masturbate. She had only allowed him to sit next to her once, when he had stolen their father's farewell letter. They read it together with a very guilty conscience and mixed feelings.

"Dear Lynn," he began,

"I'm leaving, even though I love you and the kids more than anything. I've honestly tried, for 10 years, to live a normal family life, but I can't. I belong on the road, in my truck, I have gasoline in my blood. You're the first and only one I love. The hitchhikers, the sluts I fuck are just to blow off steam, nothing serious. But when I see Sara romping around the house naked, I have bad thoughts that I'm very ashamed of. I don't want her to become a slut like the ones on the side of the road. I am very ashamed to think these things, I run away because I am afraid of doing something bad to Sara. I will continue to take care of you and the children."

"Goodbye, your Dave."

Ben and Sara read the letter a dozen times. Sara understood exactly what he meant. Ben didn't understand it all, but he guessed what he meant about naked Sara. He had then not understood, when their father parted Sara's legs and masturbated the sister's clit nor, when she was playing with the father's foreskin and made him squirt in a high arc. He saw mother sometimes spying on the two, but all of it didn't make much sense to him. Since that day, when he stole the letter, he was allowed to sit on her thigh when Sara masturbated. He stretched his cock so far forward that it touched her masturbating fingers. He really enjoyed her finger touching his cock in the same motion as she masturbated. That made him very, very horny. He had to squirt long before she finished masturbating. Sara warned him not to squirt directly inside her hole, she was afraid of that. But he always tried to squirt in her little hole. She tolerated him watching because he told her everything he had seen in the laundry basket. He reported everything truthfully, because Sara masturbated even more wildly when he told her about her mother masturbating. She got really wild when he told her about Uncle Charly, who fucked her mother once a week. He had to tell her everything in detail about what his cock looked like, what it looked like when he was pounding hard in her hole and exactly what it looked like when he squirted inside. Sara, of course, didn't believe a single word he said when he told her that he was able to fuck Lynn carefully almost every time. He swore by it, because Lynn was the first one Ben had ever fucked.

But how surprised Sara was when Ben took her to fuck Lynn. "Charly will fuck her really hard" said Ben, "and maybe Lynn will have an orgasm, anyway she masturbates after fucking, she always does that. She is then completely exhausted and falls asleep lying on her stomach, she sleeps very deeply. And then I can fuck her, you'll see!" Charly had gone, Lynn masturbated very gently and her orgasm came as usual, just a slight twitch, nothing more was to be seen. The two waited a minute, Lynn lay down on her stomach, placed her clit on the hand under her stomach and actually fell asleep. They went inside. He spread her labia with his fingers and penetrated very carefully. She murmured in her sleep and he soothed her in a whisper. "Just a little bit of fucking, just a little bit!" She fell silent and went back to sleep. Sara's eyes widened as he squirted inside. Silently, like fleeting ghosts, they disappeared.

Over the next few years, they snuck off to Lynn's after Charly's weekly fucking. Sara lost interest, he went to her alone, she half woke up when he whispered that he wanted to fuck her just a little bit. More and more often she half woke up and mumbled, "go ahead!" and then he didn't have to be so careful, he fucked her really hard and she trembled and mumbled a little, her finger rubbed her clit and he let his cock stick in her hole after squirting until she trembled slightly and was done. After Charly had mistakenly taken Sara's virginity, Sara let Ben fuck her and he didn't go back to Lynn.

Lynn knew in her subconscious that she was quite simple‐minded, at least when it came to sexual matters. She had experienced her first orgasms completely unexpectedly while fucking Dave, her abdomen twitching and undulating as it used to sometimes in earlier years, when she woke up in the night covered in sweat. When Dave's manhood waned after a few years, he taught her to masturbate. She liked very much to masturbate, softly and gently, and these orgasms were very gentle and beautiful, her abdomen didn't twitch as hard as when she orgasmed in fucking, it was like a gentle wave of the Atlantic leaking out slightly trembling. Later, when Dave allowed Charly to fuck her, she had the violent, hard orgasms in fucking again, Charly was pretty good at that. Dave had left, Charly stayed and fucked her hard every day for a while. After a while he only came once a week and she discovered Ben spying. He got hard when she spanked him, he fucked her thigh and she had to keep rubbing his cock to make him squirt, jet for jet. It was the only way she had found out that the little one could already squirt. Every week, when Charly had left after fucking and she had gently masturbated and fallen asleep, Ben came to her bed. She lay down so that he could easily fuck her. She knew from the start that he was fucking her gently and she would pretend to be asleep so as not to scare him off and respond to his game of hide and seek. He came every week after Charlys fucking and she let Ben fuck her smiling. She knew from Dave and Charly that men had to fuck and squirt off. Ben had been her baby until now, but now he was a man, he had to fuck and squirt off, she suddenly realized. And why shouldn't he fuck her when she was so willing? He came for years, but he stayed away when Charly took Sara's virginity in a drunken stupor! Lynn suspected that Ben was fucking Sara now. But as long as Sara didn't have a period, she didn't need to intervene. Ben was 17 or 18 when she separated them and Ben had to sleep with her. It took him a while, maybe a week, to fuck her face to face. He could fuck very skillfully, she had to acknowledge that. So she didn't mind as Charly didn't come over to fuck anymore because of his jealous Negress wife.

Lynn had absolutely no idea about sex when Dave took her virginity at 13. By 17, she had given birth to two children, Sara and Ben. After Ben's difficult birth, she was no longer able to have children. But they lived a peaceful, friendly family life. Dave fucked Lynn night after night, at first she always had an orgasm when he fucked her. But it became less and less frequent, Dave taught her how girls masturbated and she was soon round again. After fucking, she masturbated and Dave watched her, tired as he was.

At some point he brought his brother Charly along, who had no girlfriend and no girl to fuck. She refused indignantly when Charly wanted to fuck her. Dave smiled sourly, but he initially didn't really want to share his wife either, brother or no brother. He found a middle way and showed Lynn how to rub Charly's cock to make him squirt. She was amazed every time the juice squirted out of Charly's cock. She had never seen it before and opened her eyes and mouth when she held Charly's cock and he squirted in a high arc. She found it uncomfortable at first that Charly was fingering her body, breasts and pussy as she masturbated him more and more skillfully each time. Even when Dave agreed to Charly fucking her in a drunken minute, she didn't want it at all.

Dave was her first and only, so she didn't want to be fucked by Charly, not at all. She always wanted to refuse and cried when Charly forcibly forced his way in. Dave leaned back tiredly after the fucking, he allowed his brother Charly to fuck his wife Lynn. Only very briefly did Lynn think that Dave had been betraying her for a long time. Charly came every night for a few years, greedily watching them fuck and waiting impatiently for Dave to finally squirt. He immediately pounced on Lynn, she was a damn pretty woman with great sex appeal, so let's go for it with a roar!

Lynn didn't have time to let the sexual excitement subside after Dave's fucking, Charly immediately continued fucking her and brought her to orgasm again in no time at all. She then leaned back, tired and somehow disappointed, and let the boy continue fucking her. It wasn't unusual for Charly to continue fucking for so long that she climbed the ladder up to orgasm again. But it wasn't enough for another orgasm, he squirted far too early and Lynn immediately continued masturbating. It was now her orgasm, she was doing it just fine, gentle and softly like she always did when she masturbated alone. Charly got better and better at fucking, he soon managed to fuck her for long enough until she also got the second orgasm while fucking. Dave was the partner of her heart who could no longer bring her to orgasm, but Charly was the one who benefited from Dave's preparatory work and brought her to orgasm twice. This fucking with both brothers only stopped after years when Charly married a rich old widow.

Now Lynn had her husband to herself again, but he went into the nursery every night and lay with little Sara. Lynn sometimes spied on them, but mostly the two of them cuddled naked together. Of course, she saw Dave masturbating Sara and teaching her, but she thought that was okay. She also didn't complain when little Sara played with Dave's cock. She talked to Dave a lot about his sex with Sara and she said it wasn't a bad thing if he wanted to fuck the girl. She had unobtrusively eavesdropped on the little girl and Sara wanted nothing more than to be fucked by Daddy. But for Dave that was out of the question, he was afraid of it and it would be the worst thing he could do to his golden darling, his innocent angel. Lynn had read his farewell note and understood exactly and intuitively why Dave had run away.

Dave was going through a serious inner conflict. When 9 and 10 year old Sara was running around in the house naked, he had thoughts and feelings that a father shouldn't have. After fucking Lynn, he snuck into the children's room and lay with Sara. At first they just cuddled nakedly, but he masturbated Sara every night, laying the foundation for the obsessive, addictive masturbating she did for the rest of her life. It wasn't long before Sara started playing and experimenting with his cock too. She quickly learned to rub his foreskin so skillfully that he would inevitably squirt in a high arc. He knew exactly where this was going and decided to leave the family before he did the unthinkable.

Many months ago, Ben had witnessed Uncle Charly coming home drunk from a party and taking a wrong turn. He was fucking the terrified mute Sara, but he suddenly sobered up, didn't squirt and jumped up to rush to the mother's bedroom and fuck her. Since that day Sara was no longer a virgin and Ben squirted in her little hole when she wasn't aware. She was no longer a virgin, Sara whispered sadly, and so Ben was allowed to stick his cock in her pussy hole, when she masturbated and squirt slowly inside without him fucking her. He just let it run inside when she masturbated and her finger made his cock squirt with the clitrubbing, for a long time she let him squirt inside and grinned crookedly.

The months slipped by peacefully. Ben squirted in Sara's pussy and never had to masturbate himself. Sara found it very horny to let him watch her masturbating and see him squirt without rubbing. Just rubbing her clit aroused him and she felt an unexpected power to make him squirt just by rubbing her clit. And then, one evening, his palms began to tingle and burn like crazy. He leaned against the wall and the wall gave in. He could suddenly walk through the wall and was invisible. He wondered for a moment only, but there were superheroes, superpowers. Superman, Ironman, Captain America. Yes, really, he had seen it on TV.

He went to Ruth first. He was in love with the 12‐year‐old, she thought it was all just a game. Daddy had told her that as he fucked her from time to time and squirted inside. It was just a game! She let Ben stick his cock in, fuck and cum while they played, it was just a game after all. Ben made himself invisible and stepped up to Ruth's bed. He watched her for a long time, she rolled and tossed in bed, she was insanely horny, but she only tore at her labia. Ben realized that Ruth didn't know how to masturbate. He touched her clit. She couldn't see him, so she lay frozen. Ben masturbated her clit and she twitched and quivered in orgasm, but she grinned. That's how Ruth learned to masturbate and she did it every night from then on.

Of course, Sara didn't believe what he was saying. "You have a vivid imagination and watch too many movies!" was her smiling comment, but she let him tell her about his adventures while she masturbated. He had slipped into the girls' bedrooms and moved on immediately if there was no sex. A lot of girls and women didn't do sex, there were a lot who just went to sleep and he had to move on, he went through the walls to find another one. He stayed when they masturbated or fucked, he described their pussies and clits when Sara masturbated. He got up close to the girls, memorizing the look of their pussies and the way they masturbated. He described the men to Sara, their cocks and how they pounded and squirted in their hole. Sara knew a few girls personally and now understood that they were secretly fucked by their fathers or brothers.

It only lasted half a year, maybe a few months longer. One day he became visible in the middle of it. He knelt in front of the naked woman and looked directly into her pussy hole while she masturbated. She screamed out, how had he got in, she had locked the door!? She jumped on him, she pulled his hair and wouldn't let him go. He had to fuck the ugly woman for over an hour and she only let him go when he had thrown all his juice into her hole. He ran to the door, unlocked it and raced away. From now on he couldn't make himself invisible and going through the walls, he could rub his palms all he wanted, it wasn't going to work. Never again.

Ben talked to Sara about it, she realized of course that he was really sad and shaken. But she didn't believe his stories anyway and couldn't give him any real comfort. Besides, the next disappointment was waiting for him. His mother had spoken to Sara, she and Ben were too old to sleep in the nursery. Ben now had to sleep with Mom and no longer with his sister. Ben howled and clung to Sara crying, he had slept with her all his life.

Ben was an opportunist. Whether he fucked Sara or Mom, he didn't really care. He felt Mom's ass, she had ostentatiously turned her back to him. Ben was 17 and needed to squirt, he couldn't fall asleep without it. He slipped her negligee up, he hadn't seen her beautiful ass in years. She played dead, she let him touch and feel her ass, her cunt and her cunthole. She had her eyes wide and fearful opened, fearfully waiting for the moment when he would thrust his cock forcefully in her cunthole from behind, she was a very simple woman, maybe a bit stupid actually.

She knew that when a man groped a woman like that, it always amounted to fucking, it was the same with Dave, it was the same with his brother Charly. Charly brought her the money from Dave, who drove all over the country, earned good money in his job and fucked a hitchhiker or a slut every day. He had chosen this life and Charly, whose wife was now completely demented, came to fuck her once a week. Lynn had only fucked Dave in the past, he was her first and only man, she had never fucked anyone else. It had been a long time since she had fucked Charly. But now Dave was gone and Charly swore by all the saints that Dave had given him explicit permission to fuck Lynn. She hadn't believed it at first, but Charly swore and swore until she finally gave in. He wanted to fuck a live, real woman, she could understand that quite well and that's why she agreed to it. She felt as if she was a virgin again, she had gently embraced Charly and inserted his cock herself. The first few times she got a heartfelt orgasm while fucking, but it subsided after a short time, just like Dave's. Charly only fucked quickly and briefly to let off steam, he was just like Dave.

The brothers had no sense of romance, which she only knew from her romance novels. And she made her own orgasms, Charly wasn't there for that. He had fucked Sara by mistake years ago and she had resented him for a few days. But he had never fucked Sara again, Sara had told her that herself. And Sara had never confirmed her suspicion that Ben was fucking Sara, but she hadn't denied it either. For weeks she would sneak into the nursery at night and see Ben fucking Sara. It looked very hot and she was somehow so proud of the two of them fucking so intimately and passionately that they didn't even notice Lynn under the doorway. Of course, she didn't know at the time that Sara was already on the pill. But she couldn't allow Sara to get pregnant, so she had taken Ben in. She didn't want to fuck him in the first place, of course, but if he had to, he'd better fuck her than Sara, Lynn's small brain said.

Ben's fingers ran up and down her ass cheeks, Lynn's eyes opened wide in shock as the boy parted her ass cheeks and felt her pussy, her pussy hole from behind. She was prepared for him to fuck her right away from behind, her eyes wide and fearfully wide open she waited in fear that he thrust his cock in from behind. But he didn't. She only twitched briefly as his cock moved up and down in the crease of her ass, gliding along her slit. She felt him squirt for an incredibly long time up on her slit. Then he snuggled up to her ass and fell asleep. Now she could masturbate, his head laying upon her asscheek, because his fucking had really excited her sexually. She remained lying on her side as Ben's head rested on her asscheek while she masturbated. Ben only fell asleep when she had finished masturbating.

This was repeated night after night. Lynn left the negligee off, it wasn't necessary. Ben had been fucking in her ass crease along her slit for days, he fucked her again in her ass crease after she had masturbated, squirting a ton of sperm upon her slit. She realized, of course, that he wanted something else. She turned to him and asked him directly. He silently took her hand and placed it on his cock. A very pleasurable time followed, she masturbated him with her hand every night until he had enough.

At some point, he wanted more. But she had never done it with her mouth before. Not with Dave, not with Charly and not with Ben now. She would let him squirt on her breasts, she said, because she was proud of her breasts. He shook his head. She should keep doing it to him by hand, but let him squirt inside in the end. Into the pussy hole. She nodded, that was okay, she said. The men all wanted to squirt inside, that was quite normal. Ben shook his head when she asked if he wanted to fuck her before cumming. Maybe later, he mumbled, maybe later. She nodded a little disappointed, yes, maybe later. She did it to him with her hand and inserted his cock into her pussy hole to squirt. She had to rub his cock in her hole for a while until he cummed. Once, twice, rarely three times a night. It was so fine, Ben said each time, squirting it all in.

It must have been a week before he was ready. He first had to overcome an inner inhibition, because he had never fucked her face to face before, but then he fucked Lynn with abandon and great passion. Sara had taught him a long time ago that he had to wait until she had had her orgasm before squirting, after that it was okay. Ben fucked Lynn with abandon and waited to squirt until Lynn had an orgasm. Charly came every Tuesday afternoon when both children were at school and let off steam. Lynn just let it happen, Charly had a certain right because Dave had given him permission. She enjoyed fucking Ben at night, it was very exciting to work herself up to orgasm. Fucking Charly wasn't really exciting anymore, but she reeled off the program, she owed it to Dave.

He had been her first man, he was still her husband and it was after all his demand.

Charly had buried his wife and relatively soon married a small, very horny Afro woman. She was terribly jealous and very quickly turned off the fact that he fucked Lynn once a week. Lynn didn't really care, she had long since stopped wanting to be fucked by Charly just so he could blow off steam and squirt all his juice into her. She now much preferred to fuck Ben, who had refined his fucking a lot.

Dave came home. He had caused a bad traffic accident, lost a leg and killed a young woman and her two children. He suffered from terrible depressions, right up until the end. Lynn took him in lovingly, but the one‐legged Dave couldn't fuck like he used to. She tried again and again, but he just couldn't do it anymore. Lynn was terribly angry with Charly, he had lied to her for years. Dave had never allowed him to fuck Lynn. Charly had made it all up, he had fucked Lynn without Dave's permission and sworn, but it had been a lie all those years. She never spoke another word to Charly, the bastard.

Sara took Dave in, she loved her Dad more than anything and she fell for the feelings she had when she was 10. He let Sara take care of him and make love to him, she played with his cock and probably made him squirt 10 times a day. "I'm so glad, Daddy, that you masturbated me back then and taught me how to masturbate. I've done it every night since then and thought of you often, when I masturbated. I really wanted to fuck you back then, but you didn't play along. It was so beautiful and wonderful when, after a long time, you allowed me to slide my pussy up and down your cock until you squirted. It was almost like real fucking for me. I only realized much later that you didn't want to take my virginity back then. I always let Ben watch me masturbate and he loved it from the beginning. Charly, that dirtbag, took my virginity without meaning to and then only half‐heartedly. He never came to me again, so I let Ben fuck me, we both liked that very much! Mom was afraid that I would get pregnant and took him to bed with her. They didn't fuck for weeks, Ben had to get used to it first." Dave was pretty angry with Charly, he resented the fact that he had lied to Lynn for years so that he could fuck her easily.

Dave told Sara how things had gone with Charly. Dave was pretty devastated that Lynn couldn't have any more children, his manhood was suffering. Charly was very clumsy with women, he had never fucked one back then. Dave actually wanted to give Lynn more physical pleasure, so he brought Charly into the marriage bed. Lynn was reluctant and initially only gave Charly handjobs. She had never done it before and was visibly fascinated by the juice squirting out of Charly's cock in a high arc. Only after weeks did she let Charly fuck her. He had told Charly that he had to continue fucking Lynn immediately after his squirting, and so Lynn still had an orgasm. Charly did his job right and fucked Lynn to an orgasm and continued until squirting. She continued to masturbate softly and gently until she fell asleep. Lynn became mentally rounded again, she loved the orgasms while being fucked by the two brothers and the gentle masturbation after fucking. This went well for all the years and before he left the family, he explicitly told Charly that the fine fucking was over. How disappointed he was now when he found out the truth.

He complained that he could no longer fuck Lynn with one leg. The nurse had ridden him a few times during his convalescence, but Lynn didn't like that riding at all. Sara, unlike Lynn, had no problem at all with riding Dave. She had never done it before, but she did it to please Dave. She rode Dave with great passion and enthusiasm, because being fucked so beautifully by her brought him great pleasure. For a while it looked as if Dave was recovering from the passionate riding. But it was only a brief flare‐up.

One morning he didn't wake up, his dark spirits had stolen his soul, his will and his life during the night.

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