1 Movie Night

by Stayrr

You Knew What.

157. Horny Little Women

Horny Little Women

(Part 1-12)

by scouting4girls

Fiction, Incest, Teen Male / Female, Teen Male/Teen Females, Voyeurism

Introduction:

His return to the family stirs the girls' passions

Matthew Ryder watched in silence as the hands of the clock inched round to eleven, narrowing like the blades on a set of garden shears. Uncomfortable in an unaccustomed charcoal suit and sombre tie, the young man's head was bowed to stare at a pair of black patent leather shoes in which it was almost possible to make out his handsome yet grave features.

At the tender age of seventeen, the loss of a father was a heartbreaking wrench, particularly when he was the only family the inexperienced boy had ever known. Yet that was about to change dramatically with the introduction into his life of the four nubile sisters and mother he'd never had the pleasure of meeting.

Close by, his grandma rustled the curtains nosily, as old folks do, eyes trained on the road outside. Until two days ago, when his whole world imploded, Matthew hadn't even known she and his grandpa were still alive. Clad in black too, the old lady's stout shape and frizzled white hair resembled a pint of Guinness. "The car's here," she announced, then more brusquely to her husband: "Come on Arthur, get your jacket...Are you ready, Matthew dear?"

He nodded silently and stood, smoothing himself down, spiky brown hair ruffled compassionately by his grandfather, also colour co-ordinated in black. It was tough on them too. Losing a son was not quite right in the great scheme of things that dictated parents should not outlive their offspring - even if it was his selfish and pompous father. Fortunately their hurt was dissipated by Matthew's father having voluntarily distanced himself, fleeing to Manila some two decades ago with their grandson in tow, and no word since – until now.

Silence prevailed throughout the journey as the hearse sauntered its way to the greywashed cemetery. The subsequent service went on around Matthew without his really noticing, the words hollow and worthless, his grief unquenchable. Distant relatives, made more distant by his father's stubborn refusal to leave Manila, offered heartfelt condolences prompting Matthew to force a series of smiles. Then finally the coffin was lowered into the ground, taking with it his father's lifeless corpse.

Still in a daze, the young man was led away by his grandparents to be driven somewhere remote and leafy for the wake. Referred to as 'Hannah's house', in his state of mind Matthew didn't realise the significance at first. Head pounding, it was only after a couple of stiff brandies, foisted upon him by some anonymous uncle, that the surroundings began to take shape. Tangible features on those around him slowly formed, as if a thick fog had suddenly evaporated. And there before him stood an attractive blonde older woman. "We didn't get to talk at the cemetery...I'm so sorry, Matthew."

He thanked her politely as he had all the others, not knowing who she was or how she knew his father. "Matthew, I'm Hannah March...I'm, um, I'm your mother."

The young man's eyes bulged like a goldfish's and he broke out in a cold sweat. How on earth did he respond to a woman his father's stubbornness had forbade him from ever having contact with by phone or email, let alone meeting? All he really knew was that she was an evil Jezebel who'd broken his late father's heart.

Standing face to face, she seemed anything but evil and nothing like he'd imagined. Looks-wise she was on a par with Sharon Stone or Kim Basinger in their prime. And oh those delightful heaving breasts... Matthew wasn't sure of the protocol, whether they should hug, kiss, shake hands, or what? Evidently Hannah felt likewise, an embarrassed-looking standoff arising.

Thankfully, the situation was salvaged by the arrival at her side of a petite and pretty young girl roughly the same age as Matthew. With smooth brunette hair, deep hazel eyes and a personable manner, she was as equally breathtaking as his mother. Hannah spoke, addressing her long-lost son. "Matthew, this is Meg...she's, um, she's your sister...your half sister."

Meg smiled demurely.

Matthew knew he had a sister, or several to be exact. Even his secretive father hadn't been able to suppress that information. Yet Matthew had been given an ultimatum: warned to give up hope of ever meeting them. If he did, he could forget about his father forever. "Come on bro," offered Meg with a radiant smile, slotting her fingers warmly into his, "I'll introduce you to the others."

Matthew took a deep breath, looking at his mother for approval. It didn't seem right to leave her so quickly. But she smiled warmly and indicated to go with Meg. There'd be time enough to catch up later, she affirmed: three more days before the flight back to Manila, her parting touch on his shoulder tender and loving.

In the short space of time it took to wander from the lounge to the living room, Matthew had learned that at nineteen Meg was the eldest of his four sistters, or half sisters to be exact. Each with a different father, his mother, it seemed, had indeed been something of a Jezebel in her younger years. His eyes fell upon three looking lovely girls, all self-conscious and seemingly anxious to make the right first impression.

Firstly Meg introduced Jo who, at eighteen was the second eldest. With short spiky boyish hair and no make-up, she was simple yet attractive. In the present company of beauties, however, she did not grab his attention immediately.

"This is Beth," announced Meg, moving along the line.

A dusky skinned girl of mixed race girl and aged sixteen, stepped forward. Beth smiled in greeting, her ancestry attesting to his mother's penchant for black guys that Matthew's bigoted father had taken to the grave. It was the catalyst that forced his father to flee England for the Philippines with Matthew in tow twenty years ago. Yet if his father had seen the fruits of the relationship, surely he'd have proffered a different opinion, for Beth was by far the most stunning of the four, her mocha tinted skin as smooth as rayon.

The last of the quartet was another little beauty with golden hair in ringlets and a pair of piercing ocean-blue eyes behind an oval pair of spectacles. "You must be Amy," pre-empted Matthew, displaying a limited yet serviceable knowledge of American literature.

Amy smiled in greeting.

"Amy's the baby of the family," enlightened Meg.

"Am not," Amy retorted, screwing up her pretty features. "I'm fourteen in two days time," she said proudly.

"You're still the baby of the family," Beth retorted, an impish twinkle in her deep brown eyes as she tried to impress the handsome new family member.

Amy pouted and folded her arms.

Given that none of the girls had known Matthew's father, the grief that was overbearing elsewhere in the house was in short supply here. And that suited Matthew just fine. Having had to endure two days of his grandparents' hurt on top of his own, he craved an escape. The funeral done and dusted and the dead laid to rest, it was time to look forward in a more positive vein.

Matthew would have loved to get to know them better but, at that moment, he was whisked away to the garden by grandpa to be introduced to other distant relatives. He smiled dutifully, soaking up the sympathy like a sponge until finally he was set free. Torn between spending time with his newfound sisters or heading away from the house for some peace and quiet, he elected for solitude.

Standing at the perimeter of the garden, the young adventurer could hear water trickling the other side. Hopping up and over the wall, immediately he began to descend alarmingly down a dusty slope, feet unable to gain a grip and pulling up only at the last moment before his new shoes dipped in the meandering stream.

On the other side of the watery expanse a thicket of trees rustled. The city dweller could barely believe his eyes or his luck. This was tranquil and fresh, in stark comparison to the humdrum and stifling urban existence he'd become acclimatised to in Manila. Only now did it register on Matthew that nearly two decades of his life had been wasted and could never brought back. Despite everything, he couldn't help but feel resentful of his father.

Locating a log that had been laid across the stream as a makeshift bridge, Matthew tiptoed across. Heading towards the wood, twigs beneath his feet made a wondrous sound as they snapped, whilst covert crickets chirped a cacophony. So exhilarating to be away from the claustrophobic and choking funeral party, his only regret was being lumbered with a suit and tie. Loosening at the neck, he worked the tie free and popped open the top button of the shirt. Matthew felt free at last, in so many ways.

He could happily have stripped off completely yet had been raised to be a conservative fellow, unaccustomed to nudity. Mae-Lin, his father's housekeeper, was the first and only woman he'd witnessed naked. That experience merely intensified the longing for a girl his own age to strip naked, to let him touch her firm breasts and do all the things that horny teenaged boys dream of. A sagging middle-aged woman hardly bore comparison.

It was as well he didn't allow the newfound lack of inhibition to run riot, for at that moment a gentle yet urgent whirring sound filled the air. Stepping off the path at the last moment, he felt a whoosh as a muscled and tanned guy, clad in lycra and sporting a baseball hat, flashed by on a mountain bike.

Moments later a second bike passed. This time the rider was female. Struggling to keep up with her male cycle buddy, the girl's cute backside was raised as she stood down hard on the pedals in flip-flops, puffing and panting as the forest floor stifled her progress like it was made of treacle.

Stopping up ahead to wipe a forearm across a moistened brow, she turned briefly to look at Matthew, offering a half-smile through the pain of exhaustion. A pair of breasts that heaved at a cream coloured tank top looked like they craved to be squeezed. Before there was time to return the smile however, she was gone, tight arse bobbling seductively.

The peace restored, Matthew's only companions in the forest during a mile-long stroll were the birds that hid furtively in the trees, the squirrels that slid smoothly through the undergrowth like creepers and the watchful crickets keeping time like a metronome. Reaching a clearing, the youngster contemplated getting back to the house. Yet he was drawn by a sixth sense down an almost hidden path that would take him even farther away from his destination. Glancing down, he noted its dusty surface scored by two thin tyre tracks, filling him with curiosity.

Following the trail for another mile, once more the distant sound of lapping water was audible. It was then that the tyre trail ended, two bikes hastily discarded on their sides a few feet away. His eyebrows elevated at the discovery of a discarded white Adidas trainer, then another a few feet on. Next was a balled-up black sock, then another. Continuing, Matthew encountered a pair of flip-flops, then a lime green lycra top, shorts and a baseball cap. More intriguingly, he discovered a ruffled-up tank top, accompanied by a throbbing feeling between his legs.

The feeling intensified upon spying the Holy Grail: a skimpy bra and thong set in matching lilac. Reaching down, Matthew caught hold of the thong, bringing the crotch to his nose and breathing in deeply. It reeked of intoxicating pussy juice. A more subtle aroma than the stench that seemed to be ingrained in his fingers for days after playing with Mae-Lin, Matthew felt his entire body quake with desire. This was a young female in her sexual prime.

Slowing, he tiptoed towards another clump of trees, through which the stream down below swelled into a wide bowl like a private swimming pool. Able to creep closer, tree by tree, he heard voices, breath held tight. Visible from the waist up, the couple frolicked in the stream. Mesmerised, Matthew couldn't take his eyes off the girl's breasts, big and bouncy with droplets of water clinging to the vast expanse of flesh. A sight to behold – only the second naked woman he'd ever set eyes upon in the flesh – the throbbing in his groin became an unwelcome distraction.

But things would get better, much better. Without warning the boyfriend ducked down, disappearing beneath the black marble surface. The scene before Matthew lapsed into freeze-frame as suddenly the girl squealed, her legs taken from beneath her. Riding momentarily on the guy's strong shoulders, a squeal rang out as she was bucked clear, flashing the briefest snatch of pubic hair before she hit the water. Yet despite its ephemeral nature, the image of that pretty pussy was imprinted on Matthew's brain like a lingering filament.

Surfacing, the girl shot a look that was stern yet playful. The pair grappled, sinking below the surface before emerging in a heated embrace, her legs wrapped around his midriff. Their lips smacked purposefully before tongues made exploratory manoeuvres within. Matthew found himself rooted to the spot, a hand brushing across his crotch, guiltily appraising its semi-hardness. He was sorely tempted to masturbate, such was the arousing effect the couple were having on him.

Just as well he didn't follow the urge, for at that moment Matthew discovered that he and the couple were no longer alone in their reverie. "They sent me to find you," clarified Meg, causing her younger brother's face to turn a spectral white and perspire profusely as his eyes darted from the approaching Meg to the lovers, like a spectator at a tennis match. "Did you, um, want to be alone?"

Moving alongside then pulling up sharply as the scene came into focus, Meg gasped hoarsely then exclaimed: "Matthew!"

"Shush," he said embarrassedly, hands raised.

"Oh my," she whispered as the couple's intimacy increased.

The siblings exchanged furtive glances before Meg moved to the front to gain a more favourable pitch. In doing so, her soft arse brushed the partial erection, thankfully enclosed behind the suit trousers. A lok up and aside as the shaft slotted cosily in the groove, Meg relaxed easily into her long lost brother's big strong chest. Chin on her crown, Matthew towered over the girl, fixing his gaze once more on the playful couple, hands resting idly by his sides.

His heart thumped into Meg's shoulder as the couple up ahead continued petting furiously. Evidently growing tired of the water, the guy lifted the girl into his arms, climbing from the stream, dripping wet. Meg eased back as if scared of discovery, yet Matthew remained rooted, the sudden movement rubbing his foreskin as it fitted ever more snugly into the accommodating groove.

The two lovers moved to within twenty paces, blissfully ignorant of their audience. Unashamedly exposed to the elements, they seemed unfazed by a slight chill in the air, illustrated on the girl's erectile nipples. Matthew could hardly take his eyes off them, except to gaze down longingly at the gorgeous and smoothly shaven pussy. At the same time, Meg's eyes were fixed firmly to a thick cock that swung impressively between the guy's legs.

As Matthew's hands hung idly, Meg moved hers behind to rub his buttocks. Instinctively, Matthew began to move his groin in time, forgetting that this was his sister. Both could be forgiven, however, for there'd barely been time for things to sink in, let alone make sense. Seemingly as horny as he, Meg purred as she wiggled her cute arse all over his rapidly stiffening cock.

Up ahead in the clearing the guy had succeeded in working his cock up into a savage looking beast, sprouting proud in all its circumcised glory. The girl moved in stealthily on all fours like a prowling tigress, tongue running seductively around the inner circumference of her lips. Leaning back upon his elbows, chest inflated, he reached out for her hair, ensnaring a set of fingers in the brunette tangles and wrestling her face close to the outstanding appendage. Dipping, the girl smiled as her tongue tip touched his balls lightly before licking all the way up the rampant shaft. At the crest she togued the eye lovingly before enveloping the engorged head with a succulent mouth.

Matthew shuddered as he felt Meg's body tense against his and heard her breath begin to quicken, a guilt-ridden glance his way before settling back down on his cock and rolling it between her arse cheeks like a hotdog in a bun. Thighs clamped tightly together to rub her aroused cunt lips, she whimpered gently. Hands still idly by his sides, Matthew experienced the overwhelming urge to reach around and feel her tits. Yet he hesitated, wracked by doubt and inexperience.

As if to prompt some action, Meg arched her back. pushing out a delightfully pert chest like a rooster. A pair of thick nipples strained at the front of the lightweight blouse, threatening to pop the buttons. The outline of a lacy half cup bra beneath sent Matthew crazy with desire. Shaking like an arthritic, his hands elevated. As Meg held her breath in heightened anticipation, still he was unable to touch them.

Her wantonness reaching mammoth proportions, Meg removed her hands from his bumcheeks and over his hands, guiding them close. Each erect nipple quivered as contact was made. His palms covered the firm orbs, appraising. Fingers reflexing instinctively he cupped lovingly.

The effect on Meg was startling, eliciting an audible breathy squeal that very nearly gave them away. Thankfully the other couple were so engrossed in their own lustful games that it went unchecked. Adjusting, Matthew ran his thumbs around each teat, tracing small circles. Scared of what she might unleash, Meg's front teeth became embedded firmly in her bottom lip, eyes screwed tight as the feeling between her thighs liquefied.

Up ahead, the guy had arrived at the throes of ecstasy, the girl seemingly anxious to join him. Running a hand down her spine and backside, she plunged two fingers deep into a gaping cunt as she continued to deepthroat with vigour. Sucking and licking, she frigged her pussy wildly, inducing an intense orgasm and a light spray from her cunt that hung momentarily in the air like a sprinkle of perfume. Simultaneously the guy began to exhale, his face contorting like he'd stood on a wasp.

The girl felt the first telltale jerk, tossing back her head and finishing him off with a blurring fist. Cum ejected like foam from a fire hose, looping in the air and peppering the girl's face and tits. She kept labouring away until every last drop had been drained and the once impressive cock melted in her grip.

Suddenly Matthew felt Meg's body in front spasm and go limp, a little gasp escaping her lips as the orgasm from the dry fuck took hold. No time to dwell, suddenly a hue black cloud passed overhead to darken the scene. It was the cue for the pair of sibling voyeurs to hotfoot it away before risking an embarrassing discovery. "Um, sorry..." Matthew began as they traipsed off down the path. "That was wrong...very wrong...we, um, shouldn't..."

Meg pushed up on tiptoes to give her younger brother a peck on the cheek before running off ahead with an impish giggle. Lapsing into a childhood his overbearing father had denied, Matthew tore off in pursuit. Gathering up her shoes in hand and lifting the skirt above the thigh, Meg sprinted off, utilising her knowledge of the forest to thwart the handsome pursuer.

However, his superior speed and stamina ensured that Matthew caught her just before the log. A symbolic crossing, it was the bridge that would take them out of the fantasy world of the forest and back to the mundane reality. They play-wrestled, laughing till their chests ached. Taking Meg in his strong arms and swinging her around, Matthew felt alive and invigorated. Though he craved to prolong the moment just a little longer, the prospect of returning to his grandparents' tdrab errace in the suburbs and eventually to city life in Manila heart-wrenching.

As he play-fought with Meg, their limbs tangled and they tumbled to the floor whooping joyously. Little thought for the neat and respectable clothes they wore, grass stains and mud scrapes were unavoidable. Going in for the kill, Matthew straddled his sister and tickled mercilessly at her belly, inducing an uncontrollable fit of laughter. Fortunately – or unfortunately – any further high jinks was curtailed by the arrival of blonde cutie Amy, shooting a curious glance across the stream. "You found him then?"

"Yeah I found him," replied Meg, easing Matthew aside and rising to her feet with a smile.

Putting on her shoes once more and taking to the log with arms outstretched in a cruciate pose, Meg hurried to join her sister on the other side. Heel catching a knarl, a squeal rang out as the eldest sister tottered one way then the other, hands groping thin air before falling sideways and plunging in the waist high water with an undignified splash.

At the water's edge, Amy was in stitches, doubled up with pained howls of laughter. Matthew too found it physically impossible to suppress a laugh. From the stream, Meg issued a look that was half pure evil and half bemusement. Hands on hips she pouted and appealed to her brother: "Help me out."

Dutifully Matthew moved to the stream's edge, stretching to hold out a helpful hand. Yank! The next minute his body was moving forward of its own accord, feet unable to grip on the bank and plunging in cold water. Surfacing he blew a fountain of water from his lips. In retaliation for her wickedness, Matthew slashed the surface with an arced arm, sending a sheet of water cascading over his wicked older sister. As she squealed, his eyes were drawn to a pair of hard nipples that had sprouted and pressed against the wet blouse. Meg grinned before launching a tidal wave of her own, things quickly becoming messy. Up above them, Amy jumped up and down in sheer glee, her blonde ringlets animated.

So as not to be left out, the youngest sister bolted down the bank and launched herself into their midst, shrieking delightfully as she bombed the surface. The trio made sure to duck and splash each other thoroughly until every stitch of clothing was soaked through and they were breathless. Hauling himself out, Matthew helped lift his sisters to the bank in a gentlemanly manner before they walked back bedraggled to the house. "Matthew is so much fun," observed Amy innocently, pressing to his side for warmth.

"Mmm yes he is," responded Meg, her idea of fun somewhat less innocent.

Their mother was waiting for the errant trio. "What on earth...?"

"We had a little accident," offered Meg, eyelashes fluttering innocently.

"We fell in the stream," added Amy.

"Hmm, I can see that...all three of you...?"

Matthew caught sight of gran and grandpa in the background, his heart plunging. Looking ready to depart, he was anything but. "You can't get in the car wet like that, Matthew," the old man scolded.

He offered apologies as the girls confronted their mother. "Maybe Matthew can stay with us tonight?" suggested Amy hopefully, adopting a doe-eyed demeanour.

Matthew's ears pricked up.

"Hmm, I'm not sure about that," mused Hannah. "The first time we meet him and he brings you two back like that."

"It was an accident," Meg appealed. "And it wasn't Matthew's fault."

"Oh go on mummy, say Matthew can stay," pleaded Amy. "Please mummy...for my birthday."

Hannah contemplated, giving her long lost son the once over and allowing a smile to restore her pretty features. "Okay, Matthew would you like to stay with us for a short while?" she enquired. "It'll mean two of you girls having to share a room though."

"That's okay," chipped in Jo, the tomboy, who'd tagged onto the conversation, the lovely little dark-skinned Beth close at her shoulder.

The other sisters looked at Jo in surprise as if her words were totally out-of-character. Evidently Matthew's charm had melted a stubborn heart. All eyes looked his way, "Say you'll stay, Matthew," entreated Amy.

He smiled, the decision simple. "I'd be honoured to."

Amy clapped her hands together like a seal, which was appropriate given her dripping state.

"Right you three, bathroom," commanded Hannah, playing the matriarch.

Matthew felt his cheeks flush.

"It's okay," said Amy with an aside. "We have three bathrooms. I'm sure Meg will show you."

As a delighted Amy skipped to the downstairs bathroom, the older girl guided Matthew upstairs to his. His eyes lingered on a backside he could very easily reach out and grope. Meg hesitated teasingly at the bathroom door before pirouetting and heading off down the landing, leaving him alone.

Overjoyed to be rid of the clinging heavy clothes, Matthew stripped and hung them to dry on the hot rail. The steaming bath filled to a third of its capacity and topped with fluffy bubbles, he climbed in gratefully among the welcoming suds. Oh that felt so good. It hadn't been the easiest of days, salvaged only by meeting the girls and discovering the joys of the forest. He wanted to stay forever.

After a ten-minute soak, a knock at the door caused the self-conscious teenager to look up in alarm. "Fresh towels," clarified his mother from outside. "It's okay, I won't peek."

She wandered in, keeping her promise, eyes elsewhere. Just as well, for the lather had receded to a light fringe, exposing Matthew's nicely honed body completely. Hannah hung the towels on the hot rail then turned unexpectedly to face her son. Despite the promise of earlier, she did look, eyes lingering longer than was befitting of a young man's mother.

Matthew gulped as she smiled warmly and came to sit on the edge of the bath, overshadowing her long lost son. "You know Matthew, you're the age I first met your father," she mused as her son shuffled uncomfortably in the water. "He was a handsome devil back then. You remind me of him a lot."

The mention of his father triggered the emotion to rise once more in the bereaved youngster and he found himself suddenly and unexpectedly weeping. "It's okay honey, really it is," she comforted, leaning in to take him into her arms in a display of maternal instinct.

Locked together, her soft hands stroked his back up and down as their cheeks touched. Given the proximity of the pair, a layer of bathwater unavoidably coated the front of Hannah's diaphanous blouse, turning it virtually transparent. Without a bra, a pair of fulsome breasts stuck wetly to the front. As Matthew eased from her grip he couldn't help but stare, bringing a flush to both their faces. Reaching out, she ruffled his damp hair, lips pursed. Eyes on his submerged penis, she whispered: "I think we're all going to enjoy having you here, Matthew."

And I think I'm going to enjoy it here too, he thought, a surprise rush of blood to the cock causing it to jerk and elevate, the head erupting through the water's surface. Quick to hide his embarrassment, Matthew flipped over onto his front. "Mmm, you're just like Jo," Hannah observed. "She likes having her back scrubbed by her mummy too."

Desperate to hide his erection, Matthew was in no position to argue.

Taking hold of the bar of soap, Hannah dipped her hands in the bath and worked up a thick ball of lather. Leaning over, she perched on the edge of the bath, massaging the soap into Matthew's strong shoulders. Her touch exquisite, Matthew's eyelids drooped contentedly. He was unable to relax completely, however, on account of the throbbing hard cock beneath him. "Look how wet you've made me..." Hannah observed, unbuttoning the blouse and shaking it clear to unveil a pair of gorgeous orbs Matthew could just see out of the corner of his eye.

Despite being the unfavourable side of forty, the sag in them was minimal. And they were natural too, illustrated in the delightful heave and plunge as she jinked. The aureolae were big and puffy, housing two enormous and highly sensitive nipples. Hannah placed a hand beneath each, appraising each asset, before lifting the right one to her lips and sucking the swollen nipple long and hard. Matthew could barely believe what he was witnessing. Lowering her skirt and stepping out of the panties, she cocked a leg up and stepped in to the bath, resting over the backs of Matthew's legs, knees supporting her weight in a masseur-type pose.

Matthew rested chin on hands against the back-bath, cock stil uncomfortable beneath him as his mother's flesh touched his. Soaping up once more, Hannah spread the lather thickly over her expansive tits. Tilting forward she began to rub her son's back seductively with the delicious orbs. When Matthew realised what was happening he very nearly came in the bath, his cock stiffening yet further until it was painful. Hannah kept at it for what seemed an eternity, moaning as her sensitive nipples made tracks up and down her son's strong back.

Hands finding his hips, Hannah lifted till his torso was upright. Her tits that were pressed into his back felt like soft warm pillows. Breath racing, her lips traced a line from earlobe to shoulder blade, kissing every part of the manly neck in between. Adjusting his strong buttocks, Matthew felt the taut flesh rub the damp scrub of his mother's pussy.

Supporting him with one hand, the other caressed Matthew's wide manly chest, covered in damp matted hair. Hannah combed her fingers through the forest whilst nuzzling his neck. Lovingly she teased Matthew's nipples with the ball of her thumb, bringing a shudder of pleasure in the inexperienced young man.

Yet it was about to get a whole lot better as, without warning, the hand that had been by his waist moved stealthily across and inside his leg, grazing the cock and weighing the balls in her palm. Matthew groaned as she shifted to take hold of his cock, cradling it like a mother and baby. "Mmm, my darling boy," she enthused, moving the foreskin tenderly up and down to unveil the purple mushroom head beneath.

Matthew glanced down momentarily to see his mother's fist wrapped tightly around his cock and stroking back and forth in a gentle rhythm. Tossing his head back, he let out an impassioned sigh. At the same time Hannah rubbed her pussy into his arse. "Oh baby boy," she whimpered, upping the speed of her ministrations to the bloated member.

Matthew's cock jerked in her fist, blurring as she readily attained optimum speed. This carried on for what seemed like an eternity, Matthew's head swimming. When she did have to let go through wrist numbness, the lovely cock sprang back to thump his belly hard, such was its rigidity. Swapping hands, Hannah wrapped her fingers firmly around the beautifully proportioned appendage, jerking purposefully. "Cum for me, baby boy," she pleaded, their lips brushing as Matthew tilted his head to the side.

They kissed long and deep, lost in one another as Hannah's hand slipped and slid. "cum for me," she reiterated, both rewarded with an orgasm that smashed through Matthew's like a train wreck, a porcine squeal escaping her son's pursed lips.

Matthew fired at the sloped surface of the back-bath, depositing a healthy glob. Her strokes unerring, Hannah induced a second spurt that measured up to any of the previous men in her life's initial efforts. She glowed with the pride of a mother and a lover. Ensuring to drain every last drop of seed, she dunked his numb cock in the soothing water. Pushing up onto the soles of her feet, she kissed the damp crown and slipped out of the bath. "Now if you're a good boy, mummy will come to tuck you in at bedtime," she promised before departing.

She kept her promise too, leaning over her son in the semi-darkness of Jo's room, her heaving breasts almost spilling out of the silken nightgown. Reaching up with a smile, Matthew gave them a good hard squeeze. They compressed like sponge balls, the nipples bloating to his touch. "Oh baby," Hannah breathed as her tits were pawed, squeezed and fondled, lowering further to deliver a goodnight kiss.

Matthew parted his lips, allowing his mother's velveteen tongue to slip inside. They kissed with a passion that stole their breaths. Drawing back for air, Hannah smiled. "Welcome to the family, Matthew."

The tent halfway down the bed did not go unnoticed, eliciting a little grin from the wanton woman. But, as much as he tried to force them open, Matthew's eyelids were wavering and Hannah too knew that her energy was ebbing. It had been a draining day and for now fatigue had drawn a veil over it. But they realised a new one was just an energy boosting night's sleep away.

As she headed back to her bedroom, through the briefly opened door, Matthew heard excited chattering from the girls' bedrooms. His arrival had transformed not only his mother, but all four of her nubile daughters, each in various flushes of womanhood. Matthew sighed contentedly as sleep enveloped his body. Morning couldn't come quick enough.

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Fiction, Incest, Interracial, Lesbian, Teen Female/Teen Female, Voyeurism

Introduction:

A shopping trip with his sisters turns exciting.

Matthew Ryder awoke to the smell of pomander, a fragrant reminder of where he was: in his sister Jo's bed in the house she shared with her mother and three other sisters. A contented smile formed on his handsome features, overjoyed to be back in the bosom of his family. He didn't have a lot to thank his late father for but, meeting his Hannah March two decades earlier, had been one of the old man's better decisions.

Climbing from the small bed, it immediately dawned on Matthew that the suit and shirt worn for the previous day's funeral were all he had, the decision to stay made on the spur of the moment. A visit to the shops was essential and he didn't reckon on a lack of volunteers among the girls to help test the platinum card's outrageous credit limit. Whilst his father might have been an ill-tempered and self-absorbed authoritarian, he'd never let Matthew down financially.

The deep sleep necessary to recharge from the previous day meant that mid morning had arrived by the time Matthew was dressed. The house unusually quiet, the youngest, Amy, was at school, the eldest Meg and their mother at work. That left just the two middle sisters for company, sweet coffee-skinned Beth who was on a break from college, and boyish Jo, who was apparently looking for a job though not too hard, it seemed.

Unaccustomed to having a man around the house, neither girl was properly dressed yet, a barefoot Beth in a white t-shirt that barely covered a pair of pink panties, Jo in green pyjamas and huge fluffy slippers. Not that either minded unduly appearing before Matthew in this manner. He was their brother after all, and a very charming and handsome brother at that.

Matthew accepted Beth's offer of tea and toast, following her through to the kitchen, eyes expanding as the petite sixteen-year old girl of mixed race stretched up into a high cupboard. In doing so, the t-shirt rode up past her hips, revealing the panties nestled in the crack of her arse. No doubt about it, she was as desirable as hell.

Not that the others were without appeal. Meg the eldest was pretty and assured whilst Amy was a blonde little cutie. Of the quartet, only Jo wasn't to Matthew's particular tastes, though he wasn't sure why. Then there was his hot mother, memories of what she'd done to him in the bath leaving Matthew craving more. He hardly knew which way to turn. What a dilemma for a horny young man!

But for now fate had cast its hand and dictated hanging out with Jo and Beth. Having disclosed his shopping plan, favourable responses were received from both girls, only too willing to help their brother spend his inheritance early. Quickly they dashed off to change, Beth emerging in a smooth and silky yellow sundress, Jo in more conservative faded denims and a black vest top.

The nearest town was a good ten miles away, so Jo's little orange 2CV was invaluable, the trio cramming in cosily. Matthew was ushered into the passenger seat with Beth behind, leaning over to hang on to the back of the seat and her elder brother's every word. They chatted merrily the whole way, asking Matthew all sorts of questions about his life in Manila. Matthew responded honestly, happy that they seemed to enjoy his company.

After parking up, the two girls planted themselves either side of their newfound brother. Arms linked intimately, they made him feel the proudest man in the world, the envious looks from passers-by inducing a rosy glow of contentment. As they moved from shop to shop, Beth grew more familiar, slipping her tiny brown hand into Matthew's. He accepted it warmly, administering a squeeze that caused both their hearts to quicken. Jo was less tactile but Matthew couldn't have everything his own way.

After a long trek around, finally they found a suitable establishment with numerous pairs of designer jeans hanging in the window, colourful shirts and jackets and fashionable shoes littering the display floor. A unisex store, the girls scanned the neighbouring window for items they might wear to Amy's birthday party – or at least dream about wearing, for the prices were prohibitive.

The trio wandered inside to be met by a curvaceous gothic-looking girl in her mid twenties, ruminating on a slab of gum. Generously pierced and tattooed, she was clad throughout in black to match her raven shoulder-length hair. A clunky cross hung over a generous pair of breasts that seemed intent on bursting through her blouse.

Moving quickly, Matthew availed himself of two pairs of reliable Levis, one black, one blue, a pair of tailored knee-length khaki shorts, a grey hooded sweatshirt emblazoned with a Nike swoosh, a turquoise Yves St Laurent shirt that looked suitable for the party and a white polo shirt. Arms loaded, he headed to the changing room as the two girls glanced over rails of clothes and debated mix-and-match options they couldn't hope to afford.

Not one to dither, Matthew's philosophy was: if it looks good and it fits buy it. It had served him well in life so far. Indeed, every item did fit and, supplementing the purchases with a pair of black deck shoes and white trainers, boxer shorts and socks, he had everything required for the next few days. All achieved in under fifteen minutes, he rested the items on the shiny black counter, handing the platinum card to the shopgirl.

"Done already?" enquired Beth, gliding over to his side.

"Why don't you pick whatever you want Beth honey?" Matthew suggested. "You too, Jo."

"Matthew, you can't!" they protested in unison.

The handsome young man issued a smile of assurance. "I can. But quick, before I change my mind."

Beth undertook a swift circuit of the shop, picking out a few possible combinations to try on, Jo seemingly less easily pleased. The younger girl headed to the changing rooms and back, insisting on catwalking the designs and canvassing the opinion of her siblings. Though she looked utterly beguiling in everything she paraded, Matthew was especially taken by a red hotpants and halter top combination, issuing a satisfied sigh. "Mmm, a scarlet woman," he mused.

"You like?" Beth enquired, her smile radiant, pleased that he was pleased.

"Oh I do."

"Jo?" enquired Beth of her sister.

"Sorry...what?" Jo replied, seemingly distracted. "Yes, yes, it's lovely," she answered dismissively.

Beth decided to act upon her brother's instinct and buy them – or have them bought for her. Returning to the changing room, she restored the yellow sundress and came back to place the skimpy red articles on the counter. "Are you sure, Matthew?" she asked with a pout.

"Yes I'm sure."

He handed over the platinum card once more, leaving Beth effervescent with joy. With Jo still dithering, the shopgirl moved across the store to stand by her side. "Can I help at all?"

"Oh God yes," Jo responded throatily, "I thought you'd never ask."

The assistant grinned as, Jo removed a black skirt from the rack and enquired: "Do you have this in my size?"

The girl looked Jo up and down pensively. "I may need to look in the stockroom. You might want to come with me."

Turning to Matthew and Beth, the shopgirl asked rhetorically: "Can you keep an eye on the store for a few moments? If anyone comes in, shout."

With that she led Jo away, leaving Matthew standing idly, bags in hand, with Beth leaning on the counter. Matthew couldn't help but notice how in that position the golden sundress inched seductively up her dark thighs, revealing the lower curves of a dhapely arse that was smooth and peachy. The batch of security screens behind the counter focusing on the various extremities of the shop didn't go unnoticed either. Those extremities included the darkened stockroom into which Jo and the assistant stepped, filling one of the frames.

His eyes, drawn away momentaily from Beth's beautiful butt momentarily, bulged with surprise. Without warning the shopgirl extended her arms and pushed Jo forcefully against the stockroom wall. With that she screwed her face tightly into Jo's as they locked in a tight and passionate embrace. Matthew spluttered with shock, the first time he'd seen two girls kiss in real life. Beth, on the other hand, was a little more blas?"Jo never has been one for the boys," she observed with a giggle, reaching back to scratch her arse, and in so doing exposing half a russet bum cheek.

Matthew's wide eyes flicked between the gorgeous exposed buttock and the spy screen, upon which Jo's face wrinkled in pleasure as the other girl glided sensuously down her body. Passing over their sister's small but compact breasts, the shop assistant had but one target in mind. Lowering to her knees she tugged down Jo's jeans and thong in one easy action. The younger girl's snatch exposed momentarily, quickly it was obscured as the shop assistant buried her face.

At the counter, Matthew continued to observe open-mouthed as Beth toyed with the hem of the sundress, exposing her backside then covering it like some calculated little tease. A normally reticent young man around girls, this was almost too blatant a come-on to ignore. Glancing back, Beth's brown eyes invited him closer. Yet, as much as he wanted to, the thought of getting his cock out in the middle of a shop was prohibitive. Instead, reasoning that if someone did happen to enter there'd be time enough to untangle Matthew fell to his knees, shuffling up close to Beth and prising apart those shapely brown legs.

The young and inexperienced Matthew might not know much about sex yet one area in which he did excel was in the art of cunnilingus. During their illicit liaisons in Manila, middle-aged Filipino maid Mae-Lin had shown her eager employer's son exactly how to pleasure a woman with his mouth and tongue.

Eagerly dragging the panties to Beth's knees, Matthew began by nuzzling the soft golden-brown flesh at the top of each thigh, causing the downy hairs to stand on end. Beth adjusted, pushing her backsiode up and out to allow easier access. Before he'd even reached her pussy, Matthew had his sixteen-year old sister highly aroused, cunt lips glistening and a feint aroma of female sex clinging to the air near his nose. Teeth bared, he nibbled the skin in a firm yet considerate manner, causing Beth's body to quiver uncontrollably and a gasp to fall from her lips.

Unable to see the screen, the voyeur in him was anxious nonetheless to learn what was going on downstairs in the stockroom. Coming up briefly for air, Matthew implored: "Tell me what's happening with Jo."

Her cheek pressed flat to the counter as her brother's breath vibrated her sensitive labia, in a husky voice Beth replied: "She's having her pussy eaten out."

"Oh boy," Matthew enthused, licking his lips and moving in. "Like this?"

"Yesssssss," enthused Beth as his roving tongue forced her pussy lips apart. "Oh God yesssssss," she reiterated, fists clenched on the counter as Matthew went to work with his expert tongue, exposing the soft pink centre beneath the brown surface.

Slurp, slurp, slurp went his tongue. "Oh, oh, oh," went Beth.

"What's happening now?" he entreated between licks.

"They're kissing," Beth reported through gritted teeth and sharp intakes of breath before realising the full implication. "Oh God Matthew, Jo must be tasting herself on that girl's lips."

"Mmmmmm. Is she enjoying it? SLURRRRRRRP."

"Oh she's loving it. You should see her face."

With that, Matthew stood, lips drenched with Beth's delicious cunt honey. Pulling his younger sister to him, he mimicked the act on screen, his tongue darting in Beth's warm mouth, forcing the girl to taste herself on him. She moaned back into his mouth, pert tits pressed tight to his chest.

Easing back and hesitating for a brief moment, Matthew watched the screen as Jo took a firm grip of the shopgirl's black blouse and tore it open, sending buttons popping off in all directions. The older girl's breasts, upon which hung the crucifix, were absolutely humungous, barely contained within a black bra that was strained to breaking point. Jo tugged at the oversized garment – it had to be a FF cup minimum - freeing a pair of tits that jiggled like balloons filled with water. Wasting no time, Jo rubbed her face in them, sending the gothic slut into rhapsody.

An anxious glance to the shop door, the coast seemingly clear, Matthew returned to Beth's rear, allowing a second to admire the delightful sight of her brown bubble butt before smacking his lips. His tongue flicked vigorously at his sister's clit as the middle finger located the opening, digging its way in. Plunging back and forth masterfully, he quickly brought Beth to the verge of orgasm, squealing, screeching and crying with sheer joy. Fists banging the counter top as Matthew worked her cunt into a treacled frenzy, she breathed: "Oh God Matthew, yessssss. Now they're rolling on the floor, eating out each other's...cunnnnnnnts."

The words prompted Matthew's finger to pump furiously at the tight hole as he dabbed at the swollen clit with an eager tongue tip. "Cum for me Beth baby," he mouthed.

"Oh God yes Matthew, yesssssss. They've finished up. QUICK!"

Pulling his face away, Matthew stuffed two fingers into the tight moist twat. Stabbing repeatedly, he tipped his little sister over the edge, her body erupting in spasmodic jerks. Matthew felt the spray eject on his face as his dirty little sister came furiously, writhing on the counter top like an eel. Little time to savour the delicious orgasm, Beth readjusted the sundress and pulled up her panties as Matthew licked his fingers clean. "Give me some of that," Beth commanded, taking the sticky digits between her lips and sucking them dry with a squeal of delight.

At that moment the couple re-emerged, flustered and as ruddy-faced as Matthew and Beth. Yet, despite the fervent games in the half-dark, they'd nonetheless managed to find the right skirt, plus a pretty maroon top to go with it. The shopgirl, it seemed, had used all her training to achieve the sale, at the same time gaining a most satisfied customer. After Matthew's card had borne the expense, the trio left as quickly as they'd came, though not before Jo and the assistant had exchanged numbers. "Now that was a fun shopping trip," mused Matthew on the walk back to the car.

"Mmm, wasn't it," growled Jo.

Beth breathlessly agreed. "We should come more often."

After stopping for a croissant and coffee, the satisfied trio headed out of town in Jo's little car, discussing their purchases. Halfway home, Beth's mobile phone rang. "That was Alice," she announced after a short conversation. "She's bored and could do with some company. Could you drop me off, sis?"

Jo agreed, leaving Matthew barely able to contain his disappointment. He'd so been looking forward to getting Beth back home and finishing off what they'd started in the shop. Now all he had for company was the lesbian. Observing Beth's long brown gazelle-like legs as she climbed out merely served to heighten the sense of longing. Beth rewarded him with a little peck on the cheek and the promise of 'later', her dark eyes twinkling. Heading off she waved excitedly as Jo reversed back into the road.

Matthew was silent the rest of the journey, reflecting on what might have been. It did not go unnoticed. "Well you've no need to scowl like you've drawn the booby prize in the raffle," Jo stated, a glance aside.

Matthew forced a smile. "Sorry."

"You saw, didn't you...in the stockroom?"

He nodded.

"And?"

"I can't deny it really turned me on," he admitted.

"Did you wish it were you instead of the shopgirl?" Jo asked with an impish expression.

Matthew exhaled, struggling to find the words. He wasn't sure what she was getting at but this bore all the hallmarks of some elaborate tease.

"I guess not then," mused Jo.

"No...I..."

"Beth has that effect on most boys," she replied, patting his knee. "Apparently you've a very talented tongue," she added with an impudent grin.

Matthew's face turned a deep shade of scarlet as Jo giggled. "She mentioned it while you were ordering the croissants. You should know sisters have no secrets from one another."

The words caused Matthew's face to turn a deeper shade, bordering on purple. But what followed took his breath away completely as a slender hand moved across to rest at the top of his thigh, close to the groin. "Matthew, you know who my father was, don't you?"

Matthew didn't, prompting Jo to clarify: "Your uncle David."

"Uncle David?"

Matthew was taken aback by the revelation. David was his father's elder brother. Another who'd been tragically struck down early in life, Matthew had never met his uncle thanks to his father's stubbornness that cut off his whole family. "So, let me get this straight," Matthew deliberated. "Mum met your dad, David, first, gave birth to you and then moved on to the younger brother, my dad, and had me."

"The filthy slut!" they cried in unison.

"And of course you know what that means?" Jo speculated.

Matthew pursed his lips, not fully realising the implication.

"Of the five of us, you and I are the most biologically close."

"Wow yes, I guess we are," Matthew concurred, those additional strands of shared DNA accounting for their shared looks and all too similar traits.

It made sense now, though his brain was a jumble of disjointed ideas. And why was Jo's hand stroking his cock through the crotch of his trousers? It was a cock that had started to respond to the unexpected though not unwelcome attention. "I don't normally...you know...with guys," she clarified. "But in your case I'll make an exception."

Matthew exhaled dramatically.

"You want me, don't you Matthew?"

"God, yes," he enthused, seeing her suddenly in a whole new and very attractive light.

Jo single-handedly swung the 2CV into the driveway, following which the pair sprinted inside, not relenting till they were the other side of her bedroom door amid the pomander-sprinkled air. Falling on the bed, the excited pair stripped one another naked before beginning an hour of the most sensual foreplay imaginable. They rubbed every single inch of the other's body amid an arousing voyage of discovery. Then they replaced the fingers with lips and tongues and did it all over again. By the time they were ready to make love, Matthew's cock stood bolt upright like a tree, whilst Jo's pussy was as soaked as a shower sponge

Not entirely her first time with a guy, experience was nonetheless at a premum which suited Matthew just fine, given that his own expertise was lacking too. As Matthew towered over his eighteen-year old sister, cocktip poised at her pussy entrance, Jo disclosed that the men she had slept with had been drunken one night stands that had merely served to push her closer to girls. With Matthew though, somehow she knew it was going to be different, the bond between them as strong as kevlar.

And it was different. And he was different. Careful to spread his weight evenly as he shifted position, no more than the merest contact between their bellies and lips, he stoked her spiky hair lovingly and she stroked his back, gazing up with wondrous hazel eyes. "Take me Matthew," she begged.

Matthew took a brief moment to reflect. At the start of this reunion with his long lost sisters, he couldn't for one second have envisaged this incredible outcome. Even more incredibly, Jo would have been the last one he'd expected to be making love to first. It just went to show that appearances could be deceptive. Up close, pressing her body she was without doubt the most beautiful creature on earth. As he angled the throbbing and bulbous cockhead between her thighs, nothing seemed more right.

Whimpering lightly, Jo spread her knees wide, allowing her brother to slot the bloated head in. She groaned as it stretched a pussy that was accustomed to fingers and tongues, vibrators and dildos. A hand crept round to cup Matthew's left buttock to hold him there, though he was going nowhere fast.

Both savoured every precious moment as he eased forward, filling the tight cunt with shaft, inch by inch by inch. Locking her fingers behind his head, Jo drew him close into a long and lingering kiss. Her head swam, thinking the big thick shaft might never end. Finally, with a groan of lust and relief, their navels touched and the brushing of the respective thatches of pubic hair confirmed that at last he was fully inside her dilated cunt.

As Matthew arched his spine to ease his cock away, Jo felt her pussy walls constrict, clamping tight like a Venus Fly-trap. It needed some effort on Matthew's part to free his cock . When it appeared out in the open, he could see that the shaft was coated in a film of cunt honey, a teardrop of his sister's juice hanging from the tip.

Stealing a breath he drove the rock hard cock back in forcefully, eliciting a gasp of desire from his willing partner as her body moved with his like a well oiled machine. It was like they were designer built for having sex together. "Fuck me, baby brother," she moaned, staring deep into his eyes.

Little encouragement needed, Matthew ploughed in deep, taking Jo's breath away. Back and forth his buttocks moved purposefully to guide the blunt tip into her cervix. Over and over he thrust, building a steady rhythm. Soon he was pounding away like his life depended upon it. Jo wailed as, for the first time ever, a male lover brought her close to orgasm, hands lowering to carve nail tracks down his shoulders and back.

They copulated wildly for a good five minutes, mouths sucking the air out of one another's lungs, bodies pressing tight. In and out went his stiff cock, her pussy walls gripping tight. Such was the ferocity that Matthew found he could hold back no longer, grunting as he detonated inside her, drowning her pussy in spunk and flooding her womb. Jo came too like never before, no dildo, vibrator, carrot or corncob able to replicate the delicious sensation of having ten cc's of man-seed pumped furiously inside a tingling pussy at two hundred miles per second. Matthew's hard cock remained inside till finally it subsided.

An hour of dreamy sleep later, they awoke in one another's arms. Jo could feel the erection pressing at her belly. "Is there ever a time you're not hory?" she enquired with a filthy smile.

In present company Matthew didn't imagine there was.

"Okay, a question," Jo mused playfully, turning over in profile to face her brother. "If you could have a threesome with me, you and any other person in the house, who would it be?"

"Oh that's such a horrible thing to ask," Matthew complained bitterly, though the idea was anything but. "They're all so nice in their own ways."

But Beth, it had to be Beth, his brain was crying. He could just imagine her delicate brown skin between them in the bed. Yet Meg too was not without appeal, cool and confident with a killer body and a wicked sense of adventure. Then there was Amy, cute as a button and virginal. And last but certainly not least was their mother – now that was something else entirely. Oh God, their mother – how hot was that thought? As they debated the candidates, Jo had to fight off her brother's persistent advances. Yet the topic of conversation merely made him hornier.

At that moment, the downstairs front door opened and Matthew sprung up in bed in surprise and terror. However, Jo had hold of his cock and he found himself going nowhere. "Maybe we'll just have to wait and see who fate brings us," cooed Jo with a filthy grin.

"You're not serious?" he asked, gripped by cold fear.

"Never more serious bro. Mmm, God, give me that hard cock now."

"Jo!"

Footsteps on the stairs caused Matthew's heart to pound. "Hello, is anyone home?"

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Incest, Interracial, Oral Sex, Spanking, Teen Male/Teen Females

Introduction:

As familiarity blossoms the siblings test one another's limits.

As the family sextet sat down for supper that evening, the atmosphere in the room could be cut with a scalpel. Leaning over his food, Matthew Ryder could feel several pairs of eyes boring into him like lasers. Glancing up, others at the table tried to avoid his gaze completely. In the space of a couple of days, his arrival had turned the family of nubile women and their libidinous mother into a lustful harem. No one, not even young Amy, wistfully counting down the hours to her fourteenth birthday, had been unaffected by her brother's presence.

For Matthew it was a dream-come-true after seventeen years on a tight leash, made even more exciting by the fact that the girls and their mother thrived upon it as much as he, if not more. And, the more time that passed, the more wanton their desires became, their limits and his pushed further and further. What had occurred that afternoon in Jo's bedroom would surely remain with him to the grave.

The meal gobbled down a little too swiftly to save further embarrassment Matthew excused himself from the table, hurrying outside into the welcoming air of the garden. Yet before he'd even stepped off the patio Meg, Beth and Amy surrounded their brother like a pack of paparazzi to a Hollywood A-lister. "Is it true, Matthew?" queried Meg, the eldest sister.

"It can't be," added beautiful brown-skinned Beth breathlessly, frizzy brown hair dancing in the breeze.

Matthew blushed and raised his hands in protest.

"What?" appealed Amy, having heard a rumour but kept frustratingly in the dark, as ever, by the others who deemed her a baby.

"Amy, butt out," warned Meg, exercising her seniority. "This isn't for little girls' ears."

"I'm not a little girl," Amy appealed.

Yet the bookish glasses, blonde ringlets and slight body did little to dispel the accusation. "Yes you are," replied Beth firmly.

"No I'm not. I hate you," Amy cried, oval glasses steaming up, light curls animated.

Despite her youth, Matthew couldn't help but think how sexy she looked when pouting and angry.

"Amy, I won't tell you again," Meg warned, wagging her finger and losing patience both with Amy's persistence and Matthew's stubbornness.

As Matthew wandered off in the vain hope of clemency, he began to think that earlier maybe hadn't been such a good idea. As the entourage reached the end of the garden, with Amy still in tow, Meg snapped. "Amy, get back to the house now or I swear all your birthday presents are going on eBay."

Amy stomped her foot and created hell but, with Meg's threat carrying so much gravity, grudgingly she did as she was told. "Tomorrow," she stated with authority.

"Tomorrow," Matthew concurred in a whisper, adding a consolatory smile.

Amy smiled back, her ocean blue eyes radiant, adolescent body oozing frustration.

Climbing over the wall, Matthew atempted hopelessly to shake off his two fervent pursuers. "So, is it true?" pleaded Beth. "God, I wish I hadn't gone to Alice's."

"And I wish I hadn't stayed late at work," complained Meg.

Matthew smiled in relief. The girls, it seemed, were more jealous than upset. Well, he had tried his hardest to treat them all equally since his arrival, so there really could be few complaints. Hopping across the log, he teased: "If you want to know any more, you're going to have to catch me first."

With that he tore off into the woods, the two sisters in hot pursuit. The chase took them down a labyrinth of forest paths and the familiar hidden dirt track to the lido where the previous day the adventure had begun. This was where he and Meg had first become acquainted whilst spying on the courting couple. A lot of water under the bridge since then, it was impossible to predict what might happen next.

Despite his youth an afternoon of incredible and mind blowing sex had drained Matthew and he pulled up at the water's edge, offering no further resistance. "You two never give up," he observed through staccato breaths.

The girls took up positions either side, feet dangling. Matthew looked out across a surface of that resembled a giant silver platter, mind busily replaying the afternoon's events. Just thinking about it again made him hard, the power of male erectile regeneration a wonderful asset. All three gazed down in unison at the bulge that threatened to erupt through the front of the khaki shorts, Beth licking her lips furtively. "Tell us Matthew," prompted Meg, her frustration reaching boiling point.

Matthew grinned inwardly, knowing just how to handle the situation to elicit the maximum tease effect. "It's private," he said nonchalantly.

Both girls sighed in frustration and it was left to Beth to try to clinch the deal with the offer: "Please Matthew, tell us what happened and we'll do anything you say."

That and the big brown Bambi eyes and fluttered eyelashes Beth saved for occasions like this had the desired effect, though still Matthew teased. "I thought you sisters told each other everything?"

"I think Jo was still a little dumbstruck," observed Meg with a giggle. "Just what did you do to her, Matthew?"

Matthew laughed. Growing in confidence and other places, he enquired of Beth: "You said you'd do anything I asked?"

He didn't need to say another word. Such a strong telepathic connection had already sprung up between the siblings that words were rendered redundant. The mere inference was sufficient for Meg to reach aside to pop the shorts button from its hole and Beth to work the zip down. Between them their slender fingers prised the hardening cock from the fly of the boxers. The warm air brushing the throbbing red tip caused Matthew to grimace. Meg was quick to pick up on the point. "Hmm, poor thing looks a little sore."

"Now I wonder why that is?" Beth mused with a devilish grin.

"The dirty boy's been using it too much," added Meg, reaching over to give it a squeeze on the tip and making Matthew yelp.

"Aww, did that hurt?" asked Beth, a good cop / bad cop routine arising in the two sisters. "What do think we should do to get Matthew to confess his sins, Meg?"

"Hmm, I'm not sure, Beth."

Though Beth knew exactly what she wanted to do. "It looks like it could do with being soothed."

With that she dipped down, back arching and hand flicking a few strands of stray hair behind an ear. As Matthew leant back on his elbows, a pair of soft sweet lips descended to envelope the bloated purple mushroom head. Beth's lush sucking brought instant relief to the numb pain. Yet it was an all too short-lived sensation as she pulled clear to be replaced by Meg, the older sister intent on causing more suffering. Flick, flick, flick, her tongue tip ran severely across the eye, causing Matthew to suck in the air through gritted teeth. "Poor Matthew," cooed Beth, muting the hiss by leaning in to place her mouth to his.

The kiss was tender, loving and ripe with passion. Their tongues touched momentarily and it was electrified. Reaching beneath, Matthew undid the buttons of her blouse, pulling the two haves apart and off her arms to expose an ice white lacy bra that was in direct contrast to the brown flesh it covered. How he wanted those pert little orbs in his hands and in his mouth. As she pulled away coquettishly, shaking her head and wagging a finger, Matthew conceded: "Okay, okay, I'll tell you."

His agreement was instantly rewarded with Meg going back down on him. Only this time it was tender, the older girl savouring his cock in her mouth, rolling it around inside the warm crevice. Repositioning, her face began to move up and down in a steady rhythm. Simultaneously Matthew drew Beth back to him, forefinger and thumb finding her nipples under the bra and rolling the erect teats between. The chafing material added an extra sensation that made the teats expand obscenely at his sure touch, eliciting a deep throaty growl in Beth.

"So there I was in bed with Jo after we'd just finished having...you know," began Matthew, finally breaking his silence.

That in itself was a revelation that caused both girls to gasp in surprise: Jo having sex with a guy? It was some special kind of male afforded that rare accolade. The idea caused Meg sprang up in surprise, making Matthew's cock thud back painfully against his belly. Reaching over he took hold of Meg's hair and manoeuvred her head back down on his cock. Meg whimpered at the newfound show of forcefulness as her brother grew ever bolder and uninhibited. "Oh Matthew, hmmph" she mumbled as his cock slid into her throat and he started to push, stretching her lips.

"The next moment," Matthew continued as he idly fondled Beth's tits and facefucked Meg, "there were footsteps on the stairs and before we knew it mum was standing in the doorway looking at the pair of us in bed together."

"Oh my gosh!" exhaled Beth.

A muted gurgle came from Meg as she deepthroated her not so little brother's rampant cock.

"What happened next?" implored Beth, pushing her breasts into his hands, willing him to paw them.

Matthew needed little encouragement, kneading firmly. "She looked as mad as hell, but didn't shout, just said how disappointed she was. I didn't know what to say but then Jo claimed it was all her fault and how sorry she was. Mum shook her head said how ashamed of ourselves we should be, since we hadn't used any kind of protection."

"You came inside Jo?" Beth gasped.

"Yeah," Matthew confirmed, feeling Meg's mouth suction harder meeting it with a thrust.

"Then what happened?" implored Beth, allowing him to uncouple her bra which he did with shaky fingers.

Matthew took a moment to survey the b-cup beauties, nipples a deep chocolate hue. Reaching close he pawed the flesh as Beth purred contentedly. "Mum really strung it out and said that if it was Jo's fault she'd have to be punished."

"Punished? Oh my God!"

"Yeah, mum said that all naughty little girls ought to be spanked."

Beth inhaled loudly, loving her brother's hands on her bare boobs and the thought of Jo being chastised equally as much. Finally Meg surfaced for air, her eyes wide and an elongated trail of saliva stretching from her lip to the tip of Matthew's cock. Glancing down, Matthew wouldn't have believed it possible to produce that much spittle, the shaft drenched. Cocksucking, he concluded, was his eldest sister's forte. Both girls looked on intently, eyes appealing at him to continue with the tale. "So, next moment mum pulled Jo from the bed and placed her across her lap.

"Oh jeez," gasped each girl in unison. "And Jo just let her?"

"Hmm, not really, she was wriggling a bit. So mum told me to hold her still."

"Wow!"

"And then she gave Jo ten of the best, lifting her hand pretty high and slapping Jo's arse really hard."

"Wow, I wonder what that must have felt like," mused Beth rhetorically beneath her breath and not really intending the others to hear.

But they did. "Mmm, maybe you'll find out..." stated Meg, easily lapsing back into the bad cop role of earlier.

Immediately Beth realised her faux pas. An evil grin exchanged between Meg and Matthew, he moved so fast it took his younger sister completely by surprise. "Matthew, no!" she shrieked as he upended her.

A feisty little thing, like Jo she gave as good as good as got as Matthew wrestled her into position over his lap. It needed assistance from Meg, grabbing her sister's ankles and warning her it would only hurt more if she resisted, to get the little mixed race beauty spread across Matthew's firm knee in readiness.

Witnessing his mother spank Jo's arse earlier that afternoon had turned Matthew on no end and unleashed a monster. He relished the prospect of doing the same and Beth was about to become the victim of that desire. Panties tugged down to her calves, skirt smoothed up her back, Beth's peachy brown arse was unveiled. It was crying out to be walloped. "Nooooooo," she squealed, wriggling and writhing in a futile show of resistance.

"You did ask how it felt," Matthew reminded, overcome by the urge to spank his younger sister and feed the longing desire.

"Nooooooo," whined Beth, merely adding to his pent-up lust as he raised an arm in readiness.

"Do it," mouthed Meg, gripping her sister's ankles tightly and clearly as turned on as Matthew. "Spank the filthy little slut!"

Oh fuck, had Matthew ever been more turned on? He could never have imagined that the afternoon just gone could be topped, yet he was fast being proven wrong. "What are you Beth?" he enquired.

"Nooooooo, I'm nothing," the pretty youngster reiterated, doing her cause no good at all.

Matthew let rip. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Beth screamed, as much in surprise as pain, though her arse cheek did sting like crazy like a cattle prod. Yet like a cattle prod the pain soon abated, particularly when Meg reached over to stroke it soothingly like a good protective sister. Thereafter the pain receded to a numb sensuous tingle that transmitted to her cunt.

It was the moistness between her legs, dabbing at Matthew's lap like a swab, that betrayed her totally. Matthew ran a palm up the girl's inner thigh to demonstrate that there was no ill-feeling, and Beth purred, clit tingling. But Matthew couldn't contain himself, such was the deliciousness of that curved backside. Hand elevating he delivered three more well-aimed smacks to the gorgeous brown butt. Beth squealed, then exhaled, then bit her lip as a dollop of cunt juice seeped out to stain Matthew's thigh. "What are you, Beth?" he repeated.

"Nooooooo, I'm nothing," she maintained.

"Tell him honey," prompted Meg, roles reversed as she patted Beth's stung arse gently.

A threatening raised male hand forced her finally to concede. "I'm a dirty little slut," admitted the highly aroused girl, grinding her soaked cunt repeatedly into Matthew's lap.

"So what happened next with you, mum and Jo?" implored Meg whose hand had slipped from Beth's bum to the front of her own panties where she was rubbing herself through the crotch.

"This," Matthew replied with a grin, demonstrating by using Beth as a life model.

Lifting his sister easily and adjusting her slender body so that her knees came to rest either side of his neck, her pussy rubbed at his chest and her face was close to his rock hard cock. She was in such a precarious position that, if he let her go, she'd slide into the water. Yet already she trusted her elder brother implicitly. That faith was rewarded as, leaning in, he tongued her gorgeous little snatch for the second time that day. Aroused beyond belief, it tasted exquisite, even juicier than in the shop earlier. Beth moaned, reaching instinctively for his cock and feeding it into her hungry little mouth.

Close by Matthew observed Meg's fingers disappear down her panties and start drumming her pussy. She was watching intently as Matthew ate their sister's cunt, whilst imagining her mother doing the same to Jo earlier. "Oh God Matthew, it must have been so hot watching mum and Jo."

"Mmm it was," enthused Matthew between slurps.

As he stopped licking momentarily, backtracking over the hottest parts of what he'd witnessed his mother and sister do, his lips left Beth's pussy momentarily. Feeling empty, her knees tightened at his throat as if to draw him back inside her. She made sure to suck his cock extra hard as an incentive.

"Did Jo lick mum's cunt too?" enquired Meg throatily, knuckles jerking at the crotch of her panties.

"Mmm, yes...SLURP...They were rolling around on the bed locked tightly together in the 69 position...SLURP."

"Oh jeez, yesssssss," Meg moaned, fingers buried deep, teasing her clit.

"Damn, I can't tell this story AND eat you out," Matthew complained, his chin stained with a cocktail of saliva and cunt juice.

"So what you going to do about it?" enquired Beth mischievously, squealing as he lifted her once more.

With Meg's help they positioned Beth's wet pussy entrance against Matthew's cock head, her back to his chest, her legs spread either side of his. She groaned as her brother's rampant manhood pierced its way in, stretching the labia and disappearing into the snug crevice. His hands took a firm grip on her tits as he pushed until finally his whole cock was inside and she rested on his balls. As Matthew embarked on a steady pulsing rhythm, a breathless Meg entreated: "What happened next with mum and Jo?"

Matthew glanced aside as he pumped firmly in and out of Beth as the eldest sister's fingers slid back and forth into her gaping cunt. He smiled warmly at the recollection, very warmly indeed. "When she'd finished with Jo, Mum looked over me and said: Matthew get over here and fuck your mother...fuck me hard."

The words and the implication alone pushed Meg completely over the edge and she came hard on her fingers, staining them thickly. Out of breath, she flopped back on the brass in rapture. "Let me taste your fingers," Matthew commanded.

From her prone position, Meg held up her hand allowing him to suck each finger longingly as his cock continued to slam into Beth's tight vagina. Groaning as he spoke, Matthee too became breathless from pumping so furiously into Beth's cramped cunt. "So I bent mum over the bed and fingered her pussy till it was wet. Then...then I started to fuck her hard from behind," he disclosed, recalling that heavenly half-hour from the late afternoon.

And oh was it heavenly. His mother's cunt was nothing like he'd envisaged. The slut of her early twenties, during which she'd given birth to five children from five different fathers in almost as many years, was long gone. In fact, Hannah's thirties had been a barren period as she concentrated on the task of raising four impressionable young girls. Consequently, starved of cock she was somewhat tighter than Matthew imagined, her cunt walls gripping tightly as his cock head slotted in. "Oh Matthew, fuck me, fuck your naughty mother," she begged as Jo looked on in amazement and lust.

Matthew took a deep breath and forced the rest of his cock into her with purpose, his mother squealing with delight as it filled her to capacity. Clenching her cunt, she squeezed the thick manhood even tighter like she never wanted to let it out, causing Matthew to grimace. But he was a determined young man, intent on fucking that pussy till she screamed.

Drawing back he heaved a huge breath and drilled in with purpose. Hannah squealed as the fat head nudged her cervix, hands gripping the duvet, drawing it into tightened spirals. In out, in out Matthew drove, their breaths in unison. Hannah couldn't get enough, revelling in her son's forcefulness and the slap of his thighs on her buttocks. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," she enthused.

Feeling left out on the bed, Jo climbed down to squat beneath the copulating pair, gazing up as Matthew's rock hard cock worked tirelessly into the juiciest pink cunt she'd ever seen. Cupping Matthew's balls, Jo stroked and squeezed, at the same time catching on her lips any stray droplets of pussy juice that happened to fall from her mother's dripping cunt. She watched with wide lustful eyes as Matthew gathered his breath before slamming back into her womb wall and slapping his balls on Hannah's perineum. "Are you going to cum inside mummy?" Jo teased.

There was only one answer to that. With a head-swimming wave of orgasmic pleasure, Matthew pumped his thick load right up into his mother's womb. The orgasm still intense, a second wave of cum quickly followed and a third and fourth in slightly diminishing amounts. To Hannah, however, it felt like she might never stop filling up. Drawing back, the moment Matthew receded from her cunt Jo pushed her lips up onto their mother's pussy, tongue swimming in Matthew's seed and slurping like she was sucking milkshake through a straw.

"Oh my God!" cried Meg and Beth in unison, the latter's voice reaching a glass-cracking pitch.

Beth came hard, shaking uncontrollably. On cue, another of Matthew's wads fired deep into the tight pussy of one of his closest relatives, balls emptying. Unsurprisingly given what had passed, Beth wasn't treated to the four full loads of earlier, but then he'd fucked Jo twice and his mother just hours earlier. Nonetheless he found depths of reserve to favour Beth with three healthy spurts, the seed warming her belly. "Thank you, Matthew," she whispered, still in his lap.

Matthew kissed her neck lovingly, bringing a smile to her pretty face. Meg smiled too, though she'd yet to feel that gorgeous cock inside her. Yet.

Wandering back home a short while later, the trio enthused about Amy's party and how much fun it was going to be. In fact, there was a great deal of fun to be had before Matthew departed and he planned to exploit it to the full.

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Incest, Masturbation, Teen Male/Teen Females, Voyeurism

Introduction:

The family spoil Amy on her birthday.

Matthew Ryder was awoken at dawn by the sound of heightened female excitement. It was something he'd become fairly accustomed to, back in the bosom of a loving and lustful family. In just two days he'd systematically worked his way through the household of sex-starved women, yet undoubtedly there were still unexpected surprises to uncover. Without warning, the bedroom door swung open and he was accosted by Meg and Beth. "Come quick Matthew, Amy's about to open her presents."

Apparently, he discovered, it was a family tradition on the girls' birthdays to gather in their mother's bed to unwrap their gifts. Feeling decidely under-dressed in just the t-shirt worn for bed, Matthew reached for the boxer shorts, only to be tugged away forcibly. There wasn't time for that, Meg advised. Besides which, both girls had on just t-shirts too, two lovely little backsides half on display, their owners seemingly unconcerned that their pussies flashed visibly as they skipped down the landing.

The presents at the foot of the bed formed a formidable-looking tower. His mother sat propped up against the pillows, the birthday girl, also in just a t-shirt, between her legs. Jo, in her green pyjamas, was pressed tight to her mother's side, looking as excited for Amy as Amy was for herself. Hannah wore an airy dressing gown to cover her modesty though her breasts were prone to spillage if she leaned forward too far.

Meg and Beth led Matthew beneath the sheets, sat either side of their brother. With a new family member, and not just any new family member but a strapping lad like Matthew, it was a bit of a squeeze but a pleasant squeeze nonetheless. Instinctively both girls stroked their brother's upper thighs beneath the sheets whilst smiling sweetly.

Along the line, Amy could barely contain her excitement, crawling onto all fours and moving stealthily across the bed over the tangled mass of limbs. No panties on either, her arse and pussy were fully exposed. Fringed with a light almost invisible patch of straw-coloured pubic hair, it was the snatch most reminiscent of their mother's amongst the four girls, Matthew adjudged. The lips at the centre puffy and defined, as pink as a watermelon's juicy inner flesh, the horny teen boy could hardly take his eyes away as she rummaged among the boxes. "From Meg," she enthused, picking up the first and scrambling back to take up a position between her eldest sister's legs, holding the package.

Meg reached down to place her hands lovingly on Amy's hips, the blonde ringlets brushing her cheek. The wrapping paper torn off quickly, a large plain white box with a transparent plastic windowed top was unveiled. Inside, Meg had filled it with a plenitude of herbal oils and scrubs, exotic perfumes and powders. Amy issued a joyful little squeal, hugging Meg warmly. "No more borrowing mine now," joked the older girl.

Having offered what seemed like a million thank yous, Amy uncoupled and stretched out across the bed, her jailbait arse so close that Matthew could touch it. Grabbing another gift-wrapped box, no larger than a Rubik's Cube, she moved towards coffee-skinned Beth. To Matthew's untrained eye the gift appeared to be a set of earrings. However, it transpired that they slotted somewhere completely different. Lifting the t-shirt, Amy unselfconsciously bared her budding breasts. Reaching around, Beth deftly slipped the rings through each nipple. "Amy, you never told us..." gasped the other two girls in surprise.

"It was our little secret," Beth revealed, reaching into the box to extract a stud that slotted into the other new piercing at Amy's navel.

"Ooh, very grown up," Jo observed as Amy paraded herself, as naked as the day she was born, apart from the nipple rings and belly stud.

Then Amy was off again eager for more surprises, and returning with Jo's present. An Ann Summers gift bag was revealed. The fourteen-year old nymphette blushed at the feel of the skimpy lingerie in her fingers, ironic given she was totally nude. A gasp greeted the sex manual that accompanied the underwear set but it was what lay at the bottom that made her convulse. Everyone watched as her tiny fingers took hold of the black ribbed vibrator. "Oh my God!" she gasped, before calming down and twisting to wrap her arms around Jo's neck, a huge hug before she was off again, across the bed in a predatory manner. "Mmm, from Matthew..."

Amy squeezed in between her brother's legs, back pressed to his strong chest, her feather-like hair in his mouth, though he didn't mind. He protested that he hadn't an awful lot of time to find a present, sneaking five minutes on the recent shopping expedition with Jo and Beth. But Amy was overjoyed at the thought alone, the present itself far from unimpressive: more lovely jewellery, her brother having bought a silver necklace with a gold pendant shaped in the letter 'A' for Amy. "Oh Matthew, you shouldn't have," she cooed, turning aside as he leant in, their lips brushing.

As Matthew placed it around her neck, he had to fight the urge to cup her breasts and toy with the rings through each nipple. Placing her mouth to his ear she whispered: "I'll thank you properly later."

"From mum," she announced next, the gold envelope containing a thick wad of notes and causing the young teen birthday girl to whoop with joy.

Meg had seen enough, exiting the bed. "Come on Matthew, you can help me make breakfast whilst Amy opens the rest of her presents."

Other relatives' presents made up the large collection that would seemingly take hours to unwrap, so Matthew was happy to oblige, following his eldest sister down the stairs. "I wanted to get you alone," she said, leaning up into a high cupboard.

"Oh yeah?" Matthew observed.

Overcome with lust from being around five of the sexiest women imaginable, Matthew was unable to stop himself from moving up behind, pressing his crotch into Meg's bum and kissing her neck. "Matthew!" she cried as his hands rode up her ribcage and came to rest on her pert yet perfectly formed breasts.

With a tut, she eased his hands away playfully before twisting around to face him. Yet before he could say anything she placed a finger to his lips. "The others are going out to get stuff for Amy's party later – my bedroom at ten o'clock, okay? Now, in the meantime, put those hands of yours to better use."

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Following a hearty breakfast and, with an hour to kill until Meg's invitation, Matthew embarked on a solitary roam in the forest, reflecting on his time so far, the sexual encounters he'd enjoyed with these sexually uninhibited young women and their mother, his mother, and what lie in store.

It had been nineteen-year old Meg that set things off not long after the funeral. Indulging a shared passion for voyeurism, they'd worked one another into a fully-clothed orgasmic frenzy whilst watching a courting couple enjoy a bout of oral sex in the forest. Matthew could only dream of what might happen when the pair were undressed!

Yet it was his mother Hannah that later proved it wasn't just the young women of the family who were eager to have their wicked way with their newfound sibling stud. Seizing her chance, the forty-year old mother of five seduced her son during bath time, the intimate tit massage and cock stroke a precursor to the hotter things that were to follow.

Keen to share his favours around, during a shopping excursion with eighteen-year old Jo and sixteen-year old Beth, the pretty coffee-skinned sister, Matthew had used his oral expertise to pleasure the latter whilst the pair watched bisexual Jo get cosy with a huge-breasted shopgirl.

That was mindblowingly followed by an unexpected afternoon spent with Jo, making passionate love till they were sore. That was, until they were disturbed by their mother. After the initial shock had abated and Jo was reprimanded with a good spanking, folowing which Matthew got to break an elongated abstinence in his mother by fucking her frenziedly. The excitement intensified as Jo looked on in awe, the girl later joined in to form a mind blowing trinity.

Anxious for more variety, most recently Matthew had led Meg and Beth down to the stream where, amid lurid details of the afternoon's events with his mother and Jo were disclosed and then lovingly recreated, both girls became willing playhtings. First they both sucked his cock, with Meg demonstrating a real art, after which Matthew spanked then fucked Beth senseless.

All in all, not a bad start! But could it get better? Matthew had little doubt.

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After a contemplative circuit of the forest before returning to the back garden, he looked up to see Meg framed in her bedroom window. "Oh Matthew," she summoned, wiggling a finger.

Matthew heaved a deep breath and headed inside without delay. The house was completely empty, he and Meg seemingly alone. Taking the stairs two by two, he couldn't get to the top quick enough.

Fresh from the shower and exuding an understated aroma of peach, Meg came to meet him at the door, swathed in a fluffy towel, taking her brother's large hand and guiding him inside. Running a pair of slender fingers up his neck and through the thick thatch of hair at the back, she brought his face to hers. Both mouths opened on contact, tongues twisting and lapping amid heated panting. They held for precious moments savouring one another's taste.

Finally easing away, Meg fell back on the bed. Though Matthew would have loved another of her exquisite blowjobs, the urge to fuck his eldest sister was quite overwhelming. Meg twisted the knot of the towel, first unveiling her pert breasts then, as it fell away completely, a beautiful pussy. Allowed to grow naturally, the downy bush had a mousy brown tinge.

Exhaling deeply, Matthew heaved clear the top, exhibiting a manly chest and strong muscular arms. Shimmying down the shorts, he allowed Meg a moment to savour his physique and rapidly inflating manhood before pouncing on her, their mouths locked. Meg pushed up her knees and parted her thighs whilst shifting her body to mould into his. "Fuck me, Matthew," she implored.

He didn't need asking twice. Cock in a state readiness, he reached down to cup her pussy, appraising its moistness with two roving fingers. They slid in to the knuckle before the cunt walls clenched back. Meg bit her lip and groaned as the half-impaled digits slid back and forth. Her eyes roled as they were replaced by the bloated head of an impressively proportioned cock. "Oh yesssssss," she purred as her vaginal lips spread around the invading tip and enveloped it. "Fuck me, Matthew," she repeated.

Suddenly Matthew stopped. "What was that?"

"What?" Meg questioned, leaning up.

"I heard something...in the wardrobe."

Meg had a large purpose-built walk-in wardrobes in her bedroom that covered an entire wall. Grudgingly pulling away to investigate, she slid the hatch door aside. Matthew sat up, cock pointing accusingly. He heard Meg gasp, stepping aside to reveal an embarrassed-looking sister in among the blouses and with nowhere to run. "Amy?"

The fourteen-year old youngster looked about to erupt in tears. "I-I j-just w-wanted t-to see how it's d-done," the tiny blonde stammered. "I-I'm s-so s-sorry."

Her brother and sister exchanged stern glances but found it hard to vent any degree of anger, especially on the girl's birthday. "Why didn't you just ask?" queried Meg.

"I didn't think...You're not mad?"

"No, we're not mad," reassured Matthew.

Extending a hand, Meg guided the curious girl to the bed. "There, now you can see things so much better."

Amy pursed her lips. Rolling onto her side, she watched intently as Matthew climbed back between Meg's legs. "This one's called the missionary position," Meg enlightened.

Amy smiled demurely as Matthew lifted his buttocks and pressed in purposefully, causing Meg to catch a breath. Amy gasped almost as loudly as her sister as the thick shaft probed its way into Meg's accommodating cunt inch by inch. Halfway in, meeting the familiar tightness, Matthew stopped. Drawing back so that the tip rested at the entrance, he thrust back in firmly. Meg's fingers curled and she sucked in air through gritted teeth as the thrusting motion reverberated through her body. Another firm stab and Matthew was buried to the balls in snug pussy. "Oh God Matthew, yesssssss," Meg breathed as her brother began a steady rhythmic motion.

Looking on, Amy licked her lips, an unmistakable wetness arising between her young thighs and a wantonness in her eyes the likes of which she'd never felt before. Brushing a palm over the hard nipples beneath the t-shirt made her shudder. So close she could smell their aromas, Meg moved with Matthew, enjoying the feeling of fullness as her cunt began to relax and moisten, a hand cupping one of Matthew's firm buttocks as he pumped majestically. As her juices rose and fizzed and her cunt became ever more malleable, Matthew increased the ministrations, fucking with authority, the bed creaking painfully.

Breathless, Matthew slowed to a halt, gaining a look of pleading from Meg. Her fingernails dug the flesh of his arse, imploring him to continue. Yet Matthew had other ideas. "It's time for Amy's next lesson," he stated, watching as his youngest sister's eyes widened.

With that he rolled aside onto his back, hands behind head, cock sticking up like a bollard. And it was equally as hard. Taking the hint, Meg cocked a leg over, resting on her knees momentarily before lowering gradually. Her moist labia took a firm grip of the knob, slipping snugly over it. Wiggling her arse, Meg pressed down to impale her cunt on the thick throbbing slab of manhood. Matthew gasped as he felt her slide down gradually until she was sat upon his belly and balls.

It was Meg's turn to moan as Matthew reached to place his large hands over her small breasts, squeezing firmly. "This is the girl-on-top position," Meg revealed for her sister's benefit through gasps of pleasure, as if explanation were required.

"Mmm, I like that," replied Amy throatily, subconsciously rubbing her hard nipples through the t-shirt.

Meg extended an arm to brush the corkscrews of blonde hair from her younger sister's eyes. "Tell you what, Amy honey, why don't you do something else to yourself?"

The youngster looked back questioningly.

"Rub your - oh gosh yeah! - pussy, honey," Meg suggested breathily as she rode her brother's meaty pole.

Amy looked shocked at first but, after reassurance, she smiled and lay back, spreading her legs wide apart. Toying with her outer pussy lips, Amy's face contorted with lust. "Mmm, that feels nice," she enthused.

As Matthew continued to mould Meg's pert breasts purposefully, his thumbs raised to graze each diamond-like nipple, causing Meg to blow. Working up and down the rampant shaft, she resembled a cowgirl. Leaning forward gymnastically, her brunette locks spreading like tentacles and her lips found Matthew's. They butterfly kissed before opening wide to suck at one another's tongues. Finding reserves of energy, Matthew pumped from the buttocks, using the bed springs for leverage, his cock slamming deep into tight wet cunt. He pumped furiously, the slap of flesh on flesh drowning out Amy's little whimpers of desire.

As Meg lifted her backside, the thick juice laden cock plopped out of the snug cunthole to rest in the groove of her arse. Without needing to be prompted, Amy took everyone by surprise, including herself, by craning forward and running a curious index finger its impressive length, scooping up a dollop of her sister's juice. Placing it to her lips, tentatively her tongue touched it. Glancing back, she saw that Matthew and Meg were both watching her with intent. Smiling, Meg sucked the finger clean with a purr of appreciation before returning to frigging her own pussy with wild abandon. "Okay, last lesson," heralded Matthew, his loins ablaze with desire and realising he was close to another delicious orgasm.

With that, he flipped Meg over onto her front, facedown with heels on the carpet, arse up in the air. "This is doggy style," enlightened Meg as, close by, her little sister's fingers began to blurr and her eyes slanted.

Matthew pushed up close, hands taking a firm grip on her hips as he prepared to take her from.behind. Little resistance now from a cunt that had been battered senseless over the past half hour, his cock slotted back in snugly. Gathering up all his steel, in and out the horny teenager thrust, thighs slapping Meg's buttocks repeatedly, balls jiggling beneath.

"Oh God," cried little Amy as she watched, the frenzied bout of finger action bringing her to orgasm.

Matthew looked on with lust fuelled thoughts as her youthful body on the bed went into uncontrollable spasm. Inspired to pick up speed, he rammed into Meg mercilessly, bumping her cervix with each fierce thrust. A huge inhalation of air, laced with pussy scent, and he pounded her sensless. "Yesssssss," Meg squealed. "Yesssssss. Cum inside me, Matthew."

His head swimming, body convulsing, Matthew made one final thrust, spraying a wad of thick seed deep into his sister's womb. As was customary, he continued pumping, three further spurts filling Meg to bursting. Meg collapsed on the bed next to Amy as Matthew leaned back against the wardrobe. No time to snuggle, at that moment they heard a car in the driveway, all three hugging as they located their strewn clothes. "I'd better go," offered Meg with a frown. "There's going to be plenty of work to do."

"Me too," echoed Amy, equally grudgingly.

Playtime on hold, Matthew adjudged his cock could do with a rest anyway, joining the others downstairs. And Meg was right: there was plenty of work to do. The furniture had to be shifted around, a gazebo put up over the patio in case of rain, balloons needed blowing up and hanging, there were 'Happy Eighteenth' banners to erect and food to be prepared and placed under plastic. Matthew's strength was an invaluable tool.

In fact, there was so much to do that time unwittingly overtook them. Glancing at her watch Meg revealed in a panicked tone: "It's 6.30, the first guests will be here in an hour."

All hot and sweaty from an afternoon's labours, baths were essential, following which there was the arduous task - for the girls at least - of getting ready. An hour was nowhere near enough time. Seizing control of the situation, Hannah decreed: "We'll need to double up in the bathroom. Amy, you and Beth downstairs, Jo and Meg, top of the stairs, Matthew – you're coming with me."

Matthew went unquestioningly. A welcome repeat of the first night, Hannah soaped her oversized breasts to form makeshift sponges before washing her son all over. Matthew was in heaven once more. "A little bird tells me my son is good with his tongue," his mother mused coquettishly, climbing onto her knees and planting her plump arse in his face.

In a way, Matthew was content not to have to fuck her. She was a demanding woman and he undoubtedly needed all his energy for later. As she opened like a petalling flower, Matthew locked his lips around her clit, feeling it squirm. As he rolled it over his tongue and sucked purposefully, Hannah gripped the taps tightly, breath racing. "Oh God, Matthewwwwwww," she wailed.

Never before amongst a fair collection of lovers had a man had this effect on her with his mouth. Matthew was a godsend. Repeatedly he licked, flicked and sucked, his mother's pleasure the only priority. The good work of the bath undone as gooey juice snaked its way down her inner thighs, good boy that he was, Matthew ensured to lick it all up before attacking her clit once more.

Conscious of time and with no sign she was close, he tried a new tactic. Stabbing a finger into her puckered arsehole whilst flicking repeatedly at her clit with his tongue tip, Hannah began to rock. His efforts soon had the desired effect as she exhaled hard and squirted, a fine mist spraying her son's face like a mask. The satisfied woman sat bent double in a paralysed state for a good minute before climbing gingerly to her feet. "See you downstairs at the party, lover" she promised before heading off to her bedroom to get ready.

Matthew could hardly wait to see each of the girls, and their mother, in their party outfits. He didn't dare imagine if things could get any better. Sighing contentedly, he preened in the mirror, a feeling in his loins that this was going to be the party to eclipse all parties.

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Introduction:

Getting reading for Amy's birthday brings its own fun.

The evening of Amy's party had arrived and with it the realisation for Matthew Ryder that the adventure was nearing its end. The following day the flight would take him back to Manila and away from the sisters and the mother he'd grown to love in so many different ways.

Heading off in search of Jo to borrow some gel to spike his hair, the pursuit led Matthew to the downstairs bathroom where the blast of a hairdryer filled the air. The door ajar, he craned around, espying Jo squatting on the floor, her bare back to him. He was about to reach over to tap her on the shoulder when he caught Amy's reflection in the mirror opposite. Sat between her elder sister's outstretched legs, the party girl was having her damp blonde locks blown by the dryer and teased with a stiff hairbrush. Both girls were naked.

Matthew's eyes remained on Amy's reflection in the mirror, appraising her girlish frame. Just turned fourteen, her body was still developing, tits yet to swell. The nipples were puffy, proudly pierced defiantly, in contradiction to their youthfulness. From what he'd witnessed earlier, Amy, it seemed, was desperate to become a woman. Her legs were closed, toes flexing as Jo worked the brush firmly through the blonde tangles.

His glance returned momentarily to eighteen-year old Jo who also sported two nipple rings, in a pair of fully developed breasts of peach-shaped pertness. In readiness for the party she also had a shiny stud in her navel. From observing the two girls together at close quarters, it was evident Amy looked up to her older sister in awe and in many ways wanted to be like her.

Tugging at the mass of blonde curls, Jo forced Amy's head back, damp hair brushing the older girl's shoulder, a rivulet of water snaking its way down to her breast. Gathering up the stray droplet with a finger, Jo placed the wet digit to her lips and sucked lovingly. Unwittingly, the youngster shifted position,pressing against Jo's breasts, her neck cushioned by their springiness. "I wish I had tits like yours, Jo," Amy sighed wistfully.

"Oh yours will grow soon enough," assured Jo. "And besides, they're lovely as they are."

"You think so?"

"Mmm, yeah I think so."

With that, Jo's spare hand slid around Amy's body, cupping the underside of her sister's lemon shaped right breast. Amy's eyes expanded and her breath started to race though clearly she was confused. "Jo, what are you doing?"

The older girl hesitated, carefully measuring her words. "Checking for growth, Amy honey" she replied with a nonchalance that belied a deep-rooted craving. "And you know what, I think you could outgrow us all yet."

"You think so?" Amy enquired.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind betting you'll have tits like mum's in a year from now."

"Really? Oh gosh."

Amy's beautiful blue eyes illuminated. So overjoyed was she to hear her's sister's reassuring words that it went almost unnoticed that Jo still had hold of her right breast, massaging it gently, compressing the firm flesh and causing the nipple to sprout obscenely. Seizing control of the situation, Jo's thumb and forefinger found their way forward to the aroused teat, rolling it purposefully. In the wings, Matthew watched mesmerised as Jo fondled her little sister with glee. The mirror meant he had two different angles from which to view the hot seduction.

"Jo..."

"Yes, Amy honey?"

Jo stopped, a look of concern in her eyes. Amy took a deep breath. "Jo..."

"Yes sweetie?"

"Don't forget the other one."

Jo grinned lustfully and relieved, the hand that had been manipulating Amy's nipple finding its way between her own legs. Abandoning the dryer, the newly freed left hand moved to Amy's corresponding breast. A deft squeeze elicited another moan from the younger girl's lips as she eased back to become almost fully absorbed in Jo's body, head snug between her older sister's accommodating breasts.

Neglecting her own pussy momentarily, Jo reached over to take hold of some hairpins, working feverishly to pile up her Amy's unruly locks on top of her head. Amy's young neck was soft and warm from her bath and Jo leaned in to kiss it gently. The virgin schoolgirl purred contentedly, legs parting ever so slightly to reveal the first hint of downy pubic hair to Matthew's onlooking eyes. "Jo..." she mouthed hesitantly, gazing up with big doe eyes, "I'm, um, I'm not sure this is right."

Jo pursed her lips, an understanding look forming. "Does it feel right?"

"It does," Amy conceded almost immediately. "But all the same..."

"Why don't you just imagine it's Matthew doing this to you?"

As Amy sighed with wanton desire. "Oh yes. Do you think Matthew likes me?"

"Matthew loves you, honey, we all do."

"You don't think he sees me as a little girl?"

"You're not a little girl," assured Jo, using all of her feminine wiles to keep the incestuous seduction on track.

Matthew felt his cheeks glow at the namecheck and his cock rise, forcing him to take a precautionary step backwards. Just as well, for at that moment Jo rose and turned, brushing straight past him as he ducked back into the shadows. Thankfully it appeared that she'd not spotted him. Hastening to return less than a minute later, she kissed one of Amy's earlobes before settling down again behind the younger girl on the bathroom floor. Submissively Amy slotted back into position between her sister's legs and breasts.

The reason for Jo's brief disappearance soon became apparent: she'd been to fetch Amy's birthday present, the slim black dildo. Amy's eyes widened as it came into view, accompanied by a little moan of desire. After offering another gentle reassuring kiss, Jo circled the tip around each pierced nipple, prompting Amy to clamp shut her eyes, a look of contentment forming on her pretty face.

Having brought each nipple back to a peak, Jo ran the slender length of plastic down Amy's tummy, teasing her navel playfully. Almost subconsciously, Amy's thighs parted to fully unveil the beautiful pink pussy Matthew had seen so very briefly that morning. Already the lips were glistening with the first spots of dewy arousal. Jo deliberately avoided the slender opening, tickling Amy's inner thighs in sensual circles. The younger girl whimpered gently, craving release.

Having stroked her sister's inner thighs for what seemed an eternity, finally Jo tilted the dildo and caressed the length of the younger girl's slick crack. As she repeated the action, Amy's head rested dreamily against her sibling tutor's heaving breasts and her breath raced. Jo too was aroused beyond relief, busily thrumming her own damp sex. In his time back in England, Matthew had yet to witness the older girl as turned on as this. And that was despite having enjoyed a delicious lesbian tryst with the shopgirl and a mindblowing threesome with their mother. This must surely have been the culmination of years of longing and of watching the lovely little Amy blossom to the verge of womanhood.

As Matthew looked on in awe at Amy's seduction, the temptation to stroke his cock became overwhelming. Yet he was as equally determined to save himself for the party, an agonising dilemma arising. Arms folded tightly across his chest he resolved to record this wondrous episode in his brain for later use in Manila when he was alone and lonely.

"Imagine this is Matthew's cock," Jo growled.

"Oh yesssssss," Amy purred.

With the youngster's resistance vanquished, Matthew watched in the mirror as Jo eased the tapered head of the sextoy into her sister's tight young cunt, eliciting a moan. Eyes pressed shut, Amy's head moved from side to side. All too much for the voyeur in the wings, with an overexcited cock pressing the boxers into a tent of marquee proportions, Matthew could take no more. Reaching down inside the front, he gave the shaft a gentle squeeze. Soon his treacherous hand was working the foreskin back and forth against his boxers and his better judgement.

On the bathroom floor, Amy's thighs spread wider as her cunt began to respond to Jo's urgings, the dildo disappearing in by inch. The older girl was careful not to go too far too fast, easing up when she met resistance from the virgin pussy and ensuring to kiss Amy's neck at regular intervals. In between she watched intently over Amy's shoulder, gazing into the mirror to view the results of her handiwork, a huge smile on her face at having succeeded in working the younger girl into liquidity.

Eventually, after a good deal of to-ing and fro-ing, moaning and groaning, licking and kissing, all but the last inch of the plastic penis was inside the tight cunt, prevented from further exploration only by Amy's maidenhead. As Jo let go and Amy exhaled heavily, the toy eased its way back out and into Jo's waiting hand. Lifting it to her lips, she licked and sucked the surface dry like she was feasting on a buttered corncob. Marvelling at the taste of the dreamy, slightly salient produce of that young virgin cunt, she came on her fingers.

Unselfishly lowering the tip once more, Jo concentrated entirely on Amy's clit, teasing it mercilessly. The younger girl swooned and squirmed, the swollen button aching so much she cried out. Tirelessly Jo administered a series of strokes and probes that felt like tiny electric shocks imploding in Amy's vagina. She was panting with desire, head tossed back. "Cum for Matthew, Amy," the older girl encouraged.

They were the words that finally pushed the little minx over the edge. Gasping, she orgasmed hard, young body going into uncontrollable spasms and receding into her sister as if all the air had been forced out of her lungs. Jo held the juice-laden dildo in the air in triumph, taking Matthew by surprise when she leant back to pass the prize his way with a grin. His elder sister, it seemed, had been aware of his presence all along. Somewhat embarrassedly Matthew took the dildo and lifted it to his mouth, sucking gratefully and savouring its salty palate.

Other hand working the thick foreskin back and forth, he was soon to join Amy in the throes of ecstasy, letting out a muted groan before firing three huge loads of cum in quick succession at the bathroom tiles. The fourth he squeezed out into his hand like he was icing a cake, offering it to Jo as Amy lay flat out and lifeless. Jo licked the palm with vigour, savouring the cocktail borne of her siblings'loins. The show over, Matthew beat a somewhat hasty retreat before the first guests arrived and caught him in his underwear.

However, the pre-party thrills were far from over for, as man of the house, it was Matthew's duty to approve each girl's outfit before she joined the party.

Amy, having moved from the downstairs bathroom with lightning dexterity, was first to arrive to gauge his opinion. Still flushed from her liaison with Jo, she was blissfully unaware Matthew had witnessed the whole seduction. "Oh wow," he gasped in genuine admiration and not a little lust at the incredible transformation from bookish schoolgirl to prom queen.

The curled locks piled on top of her head were fronted by a shiny silver tiara, a few corkscrew strands allowed to overhang strategically. The oval spectacles the young girl habitually sported had been substituted by contact lenses, allowing her piercing eyes to sparkle like sapphires. No longer did she look like the little girl Matthew had first encountered. In fact, she'd seemed to have blossomed in the last half hour, and Matthew had a fair idea what was behind that.

Yet it was the dress that grabbed his attention: aquamarine to match those beautiful irises, with a crepe effect and feel, splitting just below the breasts to expose a triangular area of stomach, thus displaying the piercing at her navel. A little black lacy bra underneath held her modest assets in place and concealed the other two new piercings. The skirt was of similar design, stopping alluringly just above the knee. Bare legged, her footwear was flat yet elegant, a pair of white strappy sandals that were ideal for dancing.

The birthday girl did a twirl, the skirt tight to a bum that was pleasantly curvaceous. Unable to help himself, Matthew eased up against his youngest sister's back, kissing behind her ear, hands caressing each hip and simulating a swaying dance. Looking over the top, he was overjoyed to see his necklace plunging down into a cleavage that somehow she'd managed to sculpt. Amy sighed and relaxed in his arms like she had her sister's. They were moving to the bed almost unknowingly when the doorbell downstairs sounded. Easing away grudgingly, Amy blew a kiss and skipped off to greet her first guest, promising to see him later. Matthew exhaled so hard he almost fainted.

Amy was quickly replaced by Meg who needed a hand before she could join the party. Her one-piece gown was light and diaphanous in a creamy shade, ending in flouncy skirt-tails. Unlike Amy, she'd opted for heels, a good four inches worth, to compliment the elegant outfit suitably. Tottering over and tilting forward, she lifted the back of her brunette hair off her neck, indicating that the fiddly catch of the gown needing coupling together. Before doing so, Matthew took a moment to kiss the exposed area of shoulder tenderly, sending a shiver down her spine. "Matthew, don't," she groaned, before adding teasingly: "Not now."

Having secured the catch with a pair of shaky old man's fingers, Matthew gave her arse a playful slap. "You look absolutely stunning, Meg honey. Now go and enjoy yourself."

Meg reached to wrap her arms around his neck and, despite the elevation gained from the heels she still needed to push up on tiptoes to reach her brother's cheek, imparting a soft loving kiss. Her body as she tottered away was to die for.

Immediately she left, Beth arrived at the door as the ideal replacement. Though Amy and Meg had stunned him with their transformations, Beth's was perhaps the most dazzling yet. Trading on her Afro-Caribbean heritage, she'd braided her usually unruly hair into colourful tracks that ran across her head and down to the neck. "Wow!" Matthew exclaimed, dumbstruck.

Though he'd already seen the outfit briefly in the shop, it looked ten times better now that his sexy sixteen-year old sister was made-up to match, lips painted a glossy crimson. The red halter top exhibited her lovely little breasts perfectly and, without a bra, the excited nipples stood firmly to attention. Matthew couldn't resist slipping his hand inside the cup to squeeze a pert boob. Beth issued a seductive smile before easing away, pirouetting and showing off her peachy butt in the matching red hotpants. So tight they were sucked in by her arse crack, it was money well spent.

As Beth turned and warned him not to be too long, Jo arrived, the last of the girls to seek an audience, the sickly sweet smell of drying nail polish following her in. Showing off the black skirt and maroon vest top that had also been purchased for her by her brother the previous day, she was sporting a hairstyle that suited her so well: punky and spunky, spiky and brash. Sporting a huge smug smile, doubtless the seduction of Amy had a lot to do with her vivacity. "Thank you for these wonderful clothes," she whispered, issuing a curtsey.

"No problem, they look absolutely wonderful on you," Matthew replied earnestly.

She moved forward, careful to shield her drying fingernails and toenails, co-ordinated in maroon to match the top. "I think you wanted this," she said with a cheeky smile, handing over the pot of gel.

"Mmm, I did, and I'm glad I chose that moment."

"I made sure to clean the tiles," she said with a wicked grin, tongue wagging, before heading off with a giggle.

Alone, Matthew peered into the mirror, scraping the gel through his hair to sculpt a Mohawk down the centre, picking and flicking at the fringe. "You look gorgeous," came the words from the door, preceding his mother's entrance.

She took a moment to admire her handsome son, a six-foot tall Adonis in a fashionable designer shirt and coal black jeans. "So do you," he replied, eyes almost popping from their sockets as he turned.

Clearly intent upon competing with her younger, sexier - though that was a matter of opinion - daughters, Hannah had opted for what could only be described as the MILF look. A cross between Courtney Love and Marie Antoinette, her lips were full, red and pouty, eyes generously black ringed, tits pushed up in a bustier like two plum puddings. Her hair had been teased by heating tongs into a mass of cascading curls that looked as light as air. Matthew stood mouth agape.

"Take those filthy thoughts out of your mind, young man," she quipped, before adding: "For now."

With all the promises he was on, Matthew would barely be able to keep up. He was almost tempted to lock himself in the room for the night.

"See you shortly," cooed Hannah as she ambled off to join the others.

"Bye mum, love you."

Matthew decided to give it ten more minutes before descending, the music getting up downstairs and the front door constantly opened and closed. Stuck to the mirror, he checked and rechecked his hair several times before deciding he was ready. If the party lived up to half his expectations it was going to be something else.

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Introduction:

Amy's fourteenth birthday party gets underway.

After all the amazing things he'd witnessed and taken part in over the past few days, the start of Amy's party turned out to be an anti-climax for young Matthew Ryder. After the initial introductions were made, he wasn't inclined towards the small talk that prevailed among their little cliques. Heading off to the kitchen, the handsome seventeen-year old availed himself of a drink, a small glass of vodka doused in lemonade and generously filled with ice. The cossetted young man wasn't accustomed to drinking vast amounts of alcohol. Returning to the front room, he stood on the outskirts felling somewhat cut adrift.

It wasn't a deliberate or calcuated snub, it was just that each of the girls had other friends and relatives to entertain. And it wasn't as if Matthew hadn't enjoyed quality time with each since coming back to the family fold. But all the same, he couldn't help feeling left out, forlorn and in need of a friend. Looking around, he hoped one of the girls might notice his plight and come over.

Things din't augur well, however. Young birthday girl Amy was surrounded by a ring of pals of similar age, giggling merrily and showing off her vast array of presents. Sexy coffee-skinned Beth was with her friend Alice, an amiable-looking redhead, the pair playing at being DJ's by the stereo. Effervescent Jo had invited along the shopgirl, introduced as Caz, and they'd become inseparable in a corner. Kindhearted eldest sister Meg was also engaged, engrossed in the company of a dark good-looking Italian guy called Marco. A 'work colleague', the pair seemed closer than Matthew might have liked. And even their mother was busy, chatting to a small Swedish fellow with a golden goatee called Erik who was Amy's father.

If it was any consolation, the ratio was favourable: three-to-one in favour of the men, a bevy of beauties from thirteen upward to salivate over. Matthew only wished he had a more forward demeanour, his shyness around strangers an impenetrable barrier at times. He stood alone for fifteen minutes, sipping at the drink, hoping one of the girls might rescue him.

Just when he was starting to feel sorry for himself and thinking about returning upstairs out of the way, a tap on the shoulder caught his attention. Turning he looked into a face that appeared somehow familiar, though at first he couldn't quite place her. "Hi, I'm Rosie Palmer, Amy's teacher," she introduced.

Matthew held out his hand in greeting, still trying to work out where he recognised her from. It wasn't as if he'd wandered too far afield during his two days in England. Yet her face was unmistakable. It was down to Rosie to fill in the gaps for him. "Didn't I see you in the forest a day or two back?" she offered, bringing to an end the mental anguish.

Matthew's mind went quickly into flashback mode, a delicious picture forming of games by the stream: the cyclist...her lover...oral sex...Meg's body pressed to his... Rosie, of course, was blissfully unaware they had been spying on her. "Ah yes, you were on bikes, you and your um..."

"Yes, that's right, Tom couldn't make it tonight."

"Your husband?"

"Boyfriend," she corrected.

Matthew looked her up and down furtively, liking what he saw. He'd felt something the first day too, an instant attraction and nothing changed that opinion. Dolled up in a tight-fitting black dress that highlighted her ample bosom, she was no typical school teacher. Matthew was suitably impressed. "You're really Amy's teacher?" he said in an exasperated manner, desperate to make conversation though floundering owing to a lack of social skills he could do little about.

Thankfully Rosie saw the funny side and laughed. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"It's just..."

"I know. If I had a pound for every time one of my kid's parents told me that, I'd be a rich woman. I'm twenty-three, if it makes any difference."

Matthew made an almost inaudible whistle of approval beneath his breath, wanting her like crazy. Six years his senior, he imaged she could teach him a thing or two.

"Can I get you another drink, Matthew?"

His initial reaction was to decline, met by a slant-eyed expression from the woman. "Come on," she prompted. "I could really do with a drinking partner tonight, seeing as I'm on my own and since most of my students are half-cut already."

Matthew glanced over to Amy's group. Two teenaged lads wobbled drunkenly and, with the normal teacher / pupil roles suspended for the evening, they were unsutbly giving Rosie the eye. Matthew suspected her interest in him was more as a chaperone than anything else, though she was so pleasant and easy-going he didn't mind being used in that way. "Okay, vodka and lemonade then...thanks," he conceded.

As Beth glanced up from the stereo, sexy in her braids, halter and hotpants, she gave her brother a sweet becoming smile, followed by a blown kiss across the room. Matthew pretended not to see. At the same time, Meg brushed past extremely close, shooting one of her sexy come-hither looks. Even Amy seemed to have grown tired of her friends and was looking his way alluringly running her tongue around her lips. He sighed deep and hard. Typical women, he thought, all but ignoring him for half an hour then, when he found some female company, suddenly growing covetous.

Rosie returned with the drinks and wickedly Matthew decided to test how jealous he could make them. Knocking back the much larger measure of vodka, immediatedly Matthew's head began to swim. His turn, he returned to the kitchen for more, filling two big glasses. Rosie smiled and told him that was better. Relaxed, the small talk came easily.

The party soon in full swing, a group of Amy's friends had already begun dancing drunkenly. So when Beth put on Robbie Williams' 'Angels' and Rosie asked Matthew if he cared to dance, he accepted the invitation warmly. She smiled, taking his hand. Immediately they moved close together her scent filled his nostrils, her skin as soft as a baby's as their cheeks brushed. But what really excited Matthew was the heave of her ample breasts as they touched his firm chest. For all their talents – and there was no denying his sisters were a talented quartet – none of the girls was overly blessed in the breast department. Matthew loved boobs and Rosie's d-cup delights jiggling against him brought an instant hard-on.

Matthew could hardly miss the lascivious look in Rosie's eye as her hip brushed his groin in a furtive appraisal. At the same time, he also couldn't help but catch the daggered looks from Beth, Meg and Amy. His ploy, it seemed, was working a treat with only Jo seemingly immune, occupied as she was on the shopgirl's knee, the pair kissing unselfconsciously.

The slow song ending, the faster, dancier one that followed prompted Rosie to lead Matthew from the dancefloor, through the patio doors and beneath the gazebo. A pleasant evening, she suggested a walk. Though it was pitch black, Matthew was in need of some fresh air and only too happy to oblige, happy in her pleasant company. The trail led them through the almost familiar forest, down the bicycle trail and to the lido where Matthew had enjoyed many of his hottest experiences over the past few days.

In the dark he could just about make out Rosie's outline. She seemed to be wrestling with her blouse. "Come on Matthew," she prompted. "Let's go skinny dipping."

Matthew exhaled, apprehensive at first but, endowed with enough Dutch courage thanks to the vodkas, to strip off as well. Rosie sprinted down the bank, taking to the stream with a splash. Throwing caution to the wind, Matthew tore off in pursuit, launching from the edge and into the abyss. In actual fact, the water was little more than chest high where they landed. Immediately Rosie swam to him, rising and pulling him close. Matthew responded, their lips locking, his hands roving up her curvy backside. So much for her having a boyfriend, he thought. It must be something in the country air turning these sexpots into horny little women, he concluded.

The water naturally cold, Rosie's nipples turned rock hard almost immediately. Squatting down, the water lapping as his collarbone, Matthew moved his face to the expansive left orb, warming the teat with hot breath as his thumb and forefinger clamped around the other, rolling it around. Turned on almost immediately, Rosie moaned wantonly, fingers raking his damp hair. Matthew sucked at the teat with relish before moving across to the other.

Pulling away, the naughty schoolteacher squealed as she splashed him, before swimming off teasingly. A slow breaststroke, clearly Rosie wasn't anxious to get too far away too soon. Matthew caught up easily and the pair intertwined once more, sinking beneath the marbled surface. Despite the cold, Matthew found he had a raging erection. Rosie's hand took a firm grip as their tongues flicked. In return, Matthew ensured to paw her huge tits manfully, eliciting deep moans of pleasure.

Feeling as horny as hell, he decided to chance his luck, moving up close, chest to her boobs, and docking his rockhard cock at her vaginal entrance. Rosie moaned, reaching around to hold onto his shoulders, rocking gently. Matthew didn't need asking twice, lifting her to him and pushing firmly from the buttocks. The water lapping around their sexual organs added a whole new dimension as Matthew slid inside the sexy schoolmistress' love channel. He didn't stop until buried to the balls in hot twat.

Her cunt filled completely, Rosie moaned lascivously into her young lover's mouth as they kissed long and hard, tongues dancing delightfully. Nails scraping his shoulderblades, the sexy schoolteacher encouraged her newfound lover to fuck her hard. Soon she was groaning as he jackhammered into her with all his might, sparing nothing in pursuit of an explosive climax. The water around them rippled like the prelude to a storm.

A highly sensitive woman, Rosie soon panted that she was close to cumming, hands moving to his buttocks. Yet worryingly, despite the allure of this incredible older woman, Matthew found himself unable to. Perhaps it was the cold or maybe the fact that, despite her overt sexiness, Rosie was not a member of his family. Or maybe it was the alcohol or simply that he was just spent from so much recent sexual endeavour. Whatever the reason, his cock began to soften alarmingly inside her.

Thankfully, the inventive lad knew just how to retrieve the situation, salvage some pride and give Rosie the orgasm she craved. Moving behind, he quickly fell to his knees, hands on his partner's hips. Neck just above the surface of the water, nose scraping her anus Matthew drove his tongue hard into Rosie's sopping pussy. Targeting her clit, he licked and flicked furiously, burrowing in as far as he was able to. He licked until his tongue was raw, bringing Rosie to a shattering orgasm. Rewarded with a powerful squirt, her scented spray peppered his face as her hands slapped the water.

Little time to recover from their exertions, at that moment, the couple in the stream were stopped in their tracks, alerted by excited and youthful-sounding voices from the bank. Two splashes disturbed the water close by. It was too dark, however, to make out whether they were male or female. Discovering that the lido was already in use, a drunken roar rang out. "Oh my God, I think it's some of my students," she whispered, clinging like a limpet to her chaperone's side.

With that, the pair were circled in a predatory manner, splashed and cajoled as the two drunken schoolboys made high jinx. Without warning, Matthew was nudged aside and Rosie was accosted, the carefree lads, seemingly unaware it was their teacher. She dared not speak, let alone put up a struggle for fear of future humiliation. Matthew found he could do little to help, limbs suddenly numbed as the alcohol kicked in big time. Rosie found herself sandwiched between the confident teen hunks as they moved in on their pray. One eager pair of hands squeezed her large tits from the front whilst lips sucked at her neck from behind.

Matthew could just about make out the silhouette of Rosie, though his head was spinning wildly, feet rooted to the bed of the pond. Her fight quickly extinguished, Rosie allowed her body to be rather roughly spit-roasted in the shallow water. From where he stood, Matthew could hear thighs slap on buttocks continuously, supplemented by the slurping of mouth on cock.

Rosie didn't seem to be protesting too hard, doubtless so as not to give the game away. Blissfully unaware it was his teacher who was deepthroating him, one of the teen students groaned and stated: "Oh yes, that's it you dirty slut, suck my fucking cock."

Rosie's moaning was muffled as she let herself be used to satisfy their teen lust, each bang from behind bringing her closer to another shattering orgasm. In an ironic act of role reversal, the lad at the rear spanked her arse several times with his bared hand as he thrust in and out. Rosie shreiked lustfully. "Oh God, just listen to the filthy bitch, she's loving it."

A volley of firm thrusts later and the two young drunken studs were close to cumming, their panting filling the still air as unwittingly they worked their teacher into an equally frenzied state. Matthew couldn't help but wonder whether she'd take them to task the next time they were in class. The one fucking her face had evidently reached beneath the water for he gasped: "Oh fuck, this dirty whore has lovely huge tits."

With that he grunted and cried out triumphantly, unloading a glob of fresh semen in his teacher's willing mouth. Tossing her head back, Rosie swallowed what she could, squealing as the one at the rear brought her to the verge of a second orgasm, wet flesh slapping wet flesh. She wailed unreservedly as the youngster came with a roar. Spent, the two teenaged students paddled away to the side, exchanging high fives and whooping with joy. Rosie let them go ahead before making her own exit.

Matthew followed, requesting of her wellbeing. Rosie informed him brusquely that she was fine as she gathered up her clothes and Matthew did likewise. "Time I made a move," Rosie disclosed. "Can you, um, say bye-bye to Amy for me and tell her I had a wonderful time," she added, clearly embarrassed by thesexual antics in the stream.

"Sure. Come on, I'll walk you home," offered Matthew.

"It's okay, it's not far," Rosie countered.

But Matthew wasn't taking no for an answer, especially in a dense and dark woodland late at night. Clasping hold of her hand, he let the comely schoolteacher lead them through the labyrinthine paths using some kind of sixth sense. A fifteen minute walk through more forest, finally the lights of a faraway street burned a yellow hole in the blackness. Mounting a stile, the pretty teacher turned to say goodbye. Yet Matthew being Matthew insisted on walking her right up to the door, an offer borne of genuine concern for her welfare rather than any ulterior motive.

Though he couldn't deny how heavy his balls felt, having yet to cum that evening. The nearer they got to the door, the edgier Rosie became, seemingly worried that her boyfriend might be looking out the window. Doubtless she could do without the inevitable inquisition. "Okay thanks," she said, making a hasty jink to depart.

Matthew caught hold of her hand, confidence returning. "Don't I get a goodnight kiss?"

Rosie glanced around anxiously, a light on inside the house. They were close to the front step. "Matthew I can't...not here."

Ignoring the protest. he eased her against the wall, the alcohol raging inside. Knee elevated into her groin, Matthew pressed his lips firmly to hers. Rosie's clenched fists swiped ineffectively at the air. "Matthew no, please...not here," she protested between long volleys of lip and tongue action, though her body was telling a different story, moulding back into his almost of its own accord.

Rosie couldn't prevent her hands unclenching and moving to Matthew's shoulders as the pair pressed together tightly. She squealed in a mix of surprise and delight as, letting her away from the wall, he took a firm hold on each buttock, kneading manfully. At that moment a light came on in the porch and the front door creaked open. Rosie's eyes widened like ping pong balls as they urged Matthew not to give the game away. "Rosie, is that you?" rang out the male voice.

"Oh my God it's Tom," she mouthed under her breath, holding perfectly still.

Were her boyfriend to step outside and peer back around, he'd catch his girlfriend and the handsome stranger pressed against the house in an impossible-to-explain clinch. As the door opened wider, a funnel of light from inside brushed their profiles. Her heart thumping against his, Rosie moved Matthew deeper into the shadows, careful not to make a sound in the gravel underfoot.

Despite the gravity of the situation, Matthew couldn't resist reaching between her legs, an errant thumb finding that the crotch of her panties was soaked through. Though she tried to act to the contrary, Rosie, it seemed, was getting off on the thrill of discovery as much as her partner was. She implored him with her eyes to stop yet that only made Matthew more determined. Moving the damp material to one side, he buried two fingertips inside the moist cunthole as Rosie battled to control her breathing.

To her relief, Tom issued a deep sigh and pushed the door shut once more, blackening the driveway and the two conjoined figures. "Phew that was close," whispered Matthew, his cock twitching uncontrollably. "No chance of being invited in for a coffee then?"

"You're crazy," she replied in hushed tones, heavy with exasperation.

"Well I'm horny. And you are too," he stated, fingers flexing inside her moist snatch.

Rosie groaned as her clit came under attack from the embedded digits. "No I'm not horny, let me go."

Matthew just smiled, removing the fingers and pressing them to his lips whilst continuing to pin her to the wall. He signalled his approval at the musky taste with a pleasurable sigh. However, his next move caught her completely off guard. "Eek, what are you doing?" squealed the schoolteacher as Matthew rotated her body so that she faced away from him, ample bosom squashed to the wall, his body shielding hers like a cage. "No Matthew, no, not here, not now...please..."

Undeterred by the weak protests, the alcohol raging inside, Matthew pressed up closer still, nibblng at her soft and tender neck whilst lifting the straps of the black dress off her shoulders with his thumbs. "Matthew, no," Rosie mouthed as he feasted upon an exposed shoulderblade.

The straps falling away down her arms, the dress crumpled above her breasts, held in place only by their firm roundness. Shoulders and upper back exposed to the cool night air, she shivered. Reaching down, Matthew placed a hand on her bum then ran it slowly down the curvaceous mound to the back of her knee. Elevating slowly, he caressed the rear of her thigh, gathering up the skirt on the way to expose a thigh top. Rosie gasped, continuing to protest.

When his hand reached the pleasant plumpness of her bum once more, Matthew gave the excess flesh a good hard squeeze and a firm slap, before slipping his fingers inside the elasticated hem of her panties. Unable to breathe, let alone move, Rosie stood as still as a corpse, pressed tight to the wall. When she did eventually catch a breath, it came in fits and starts, powerless to resist his advances but knowing she had to. If Matthew got that cock of his anywhere near that soaking wet pussy of hers, she'd surely scream the neighbourhood down within seconds. "No, no, no," she panted, body wanting it so badly, mind determined to fight the urge.

By adjusting position to press her pussy to the wall, she hoped to railroad her ardent suitor as he frisked her up and down, one hand in her panties, the other playing with her hair. "Oh no, please Matthew," she implored.

With access to her pussy denied, growing frustrated Matthew pushed a fingertip against the knot of her arse. Rosie startled. "Oh God no, Matthew...please..."

Matthew twisted it, breaching the seal and corkscrewing to the tip as Rosie went all limp. Working it in, he buried to the knuckle, the schoolteacher's arse walls gripping tight and causing her to mewl like a cat on heat. Suddenly the front door opened once more. "Rosie?"

With Matthew distracted momentarily, finally she managed to slip his grasp. As she made the short dash she tugged up the straps of the dress before fleeing into the waiting arms of her lover.

Matthew sighed, remaining in the shadows until the front door had been shut firmly. Yet he didn't head back immediately, hovering instead beneath the bay window. With several top windows open, he was able to make out the voices inside. Seemingly worked up by Matthew's digital exploration into her anus, Rosie was begging her lover: "I'm so damned horny, Tom, fuck me up the arse."

"Oh my God, Rosie, what's come over you?" sounded Tom's response.

Two of her school students plus I gave it a good go, thought Matthew with a devilish grin. Oh well, he couldn't win them all. From outside. he heard Tom move up behind his sexy girlfriend and, as ordered, shove his cock into her tight behind. The motion was marked with a high-pitched squeal from Rosie, followed by the slapping of thigh on curvy buttock. Matthew decided it was time to get back to the party and his ever loving family.

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Introduction:

Amy's birthday party reaches a mindblowing conclusion.

The thirty-minute stroll from Rosie's house back to the March residence allowed Matthew Ryder enough time to contemplate all that had happened to him in the short space of time he'd been back in England and to look ahead, planning his future. In around ten hours time the flight would take him back to Manila and the life he'd known before - minus his father. Frankly, he had no idea whether that was a good or a bad thing, not that he had any great choice in the matter. Turning eighteen in three months time, his adulthood had been fast-tracked and in reaching that milestone came important decisions and life choices.

In an ideal world, he would remain in England with his new family and live happily thereafter. But things were never that simple. His father had been a wealthy man, one of the wealthiest in Manila, with a bulging portfolio of business interests. Matthew needed to be there to ensure he gained his rightful inheritance and the money wasn't salted away by corrupt lawyers and bankers. A heartbreaking wrench to leave England so quickly, sadly it was something that had to be done.

The pleasant walk home was rendered slightly uncomfortable by the raging hard-on in his trousers and a pair of full-to-bursting bollocks that felt the size of tennis balls. Denied an orgasm so far that evening, short term gratification reigned supreme. By the time he arrived back, midnight was approaching and numbers had reduced noticeably at the party. Amy's drunken teenaged pals and most of the older relatives had disappeared, leaving just a smattering of guests. His arrival did not go unnoticed. "Matthew!" cried tipsy sounding mixed race beauty Beth, running up and throwing her arms around her older brother's neck. "I'm so pleased to see you."

And he was pleased to see her too, the monster in his trousers nudging her hip. Uncoordinated and giggly, she flirted outrageously, vying for his attention. Equally drunk was her little friend Alice, the yummy sixteen-year old redhead who seemed to shadow Beth everywhere like a lost puppy. As Matthew took a seat in the lounge, each girl moved to perch on a knee, pressing their backs into his accommodating chest and resting their heads on his shoulders. He breathed a huge satisfied sigh.

Across the room, Jo and the shopgirl Caz acknowledged his arrival with a smile before returning to their deep conversation. Outside, under the gazebo, eldest sister Meg and mother Hannah were chatting to Marco. Matthew would like to have eavesdropped the conversation but, monopolised by the two beauties in his lap, it was impossible to concentrate upon anything else. Shortly after, Jo and Caz excused themselves, heading away, doubtless to embark upon some fun for their eyes only, which was a shame, though Matthew could hardly complain. Amy was nowhere to be seen.

Lavishing his full attention on the girls close by, he stroked a set of fingers through his younger sister's colourful braiding, looking over her shoulder and down the front of a wonderfully proportioned body. She looked absolutely divine in the skimpy red halter top and matching hotpants, coffee-coloured belly as flat as a pancake, legs long and angular to put many a supermodel to shame.

On the other side, Alice was pale and wan in comparison, skin like alabaster. But there was no doubting she was a playful little thing, grinding her bum into Matthew's knee as a stray hand accidentally-on-purpose brushed over his crotch, met with a giggle. Once more, Matthew was in heaven.

At that moment, breaking the silence, birthday girl Amy flounced in, also clearly the worse for drink. At just fourteen her tolerance was low and it showed. "Look what daddy bought me for my birthday, Matthew," she gushed, brandishing a tiny silver camcorder. "Come quick," she added, a tiny spare hand touching Matthew's chest. "I've something to show you."

But Matthew was anchored by the two other lovelies who were clearly unamused by Amy's antics. "And where might you be planning on taking my brother?" enquired Beth, enjoying Matthew's close attentions and with no intent on losing him that easily.

"He's my brother too," retorted Amy. "And it's my birthday," she added, stomping a foot.

"It was your birthday," corrected Beth, indicating to the clock, its minute hand on five past twelve. "Now go away and annoy someone else, baby"

Amy pouted. "I am not a baby! Am I Matthew?" she appealed.

"Are so," Beth countered before he could answer.

"Am not."

He imagined this was commonplace among four sibling rivals to counter the unconditional love they obviously felt for one another and it was left to Matthew to diffuse the situation with a compromise. "Look, you can share me," he offered.

Amy contemplated the bargain, pouting childishly.

"Can I share you too?" asked Alice, her green eyes sparkling.

Rotating, the brazen yet infinitely cute little redhead planted her lips on Matthew's. Takenaback he hesitated before kissing back, both mouths opening, tongues grazing. Immediately her friend eased back, Beth insisted on the same, their mouths fusing, tongues exploring wickedly.

"I've something you must see," Amy reiterated. "You won't regret it, I promise," she pledged, an impish expression on her otherwise sugar sweet face. "I've been doing some secret filming."

Their voyeuristic interested piqued, the three elder teens chorused approval, rising from the armchair to follow the youngster. Excitedly they mounted the stairs, buoyed by the prospect of seeing something they shouldn't. Amy ensured to secure the bolt so as to avoid disturbance, vaulting up on the bed to join her three horny companions.

Instantly she started replaying the night's videod events on the foldout screen of the camcorder, captured earlier as she moved among the party guests trying out the new toy. Some uncoordinated dancing, a few smiling relatives, a lingering shot of the birthday cake and a load of silly drunken party games, there was little of the salacious promise that had brought them here. Indeed, Matthew could quickly have lost interest had it not been for Beth's hot little brown body and Alice's pale slender frame pressed tight to his.

Sensing unrest among the group and, eager to please, Amy activated fast-forward, the figures moving around on the screen like something from a Benny Hill sketch. Searching for something juicier, she maintained their interest with the pitch: "I 'accidentally' left it on in mum's room earlier."

Suddenly the scene on the screen changed and their mother moved into view, galvanising everyone's attention. Lipstick smeared and looking dishevelled, at that moment Hannah resembled true MILF sluttishness. Matthew could feel Beth's excited warm breath on his neck and her hand on his hip, stroking lovingly. In turn, he smoothed a hand up Alice's waist, causing the sexy redhead to purr. On the monitor, Hannah was joined in her bedroom by a guy, all craning violently to see. "Oh my gosh!" exclaimed Amy who had yet to vet the secret footage - and now perhaps wished she had.

It was her father Erik who joined the scene, wrestling purposefully with his zipfly.

"We can't watch this..." Amy croaked.

"Oh yes we can," chorused her three horny bedfellows.

Erik was a short stout man, no taller than five six, with naturally light haired as befitted his Scandinavian roots. The hair on his crown was thinning though offset by a pointy golden goatee on a longish chin. Ruby shaded lip-shaped stains were dotted around his face and neck from where he and his former girlfriend had evidently been making out earlier, re-kindling former passions. What she saw in him God only knew though the fervent voyeur inside Matthew's head held his attention raptly.

It was only why, when he dropped his trousers, that they all realised what she'd seen in the guy. Though it was modestly slim, Erik's cock stretched a good ten inches from a tangle of golden pubes. "Wow!" gasped an excited Alice, surveying the Swede's cock with an appreciative eye and shifting to allow Matthew's hand to travel down her waist and inside her skirt.

Onscreen, Hannah dropped to her knees and held out a hand to ease her ex-lover closer. Rummaging inside the bustier, she extracted both heaving breasts. They overhung the dress like two wobbling blancmanges, nipples hard like thimbles. There was a look of pure lust on her face.

Grinning and shuffling up, Erik allowed his cock be smothered in the impressive cleavage like a hot dog in two fat buns, clamped snugly in the rippling mounds of tit flesh. Encouraged by a breathless Hannah to give it to her hard, the diminutive Swede began to pump back and forth, the purple tip appearing and disappearing through the top, nudging her chin intermittently. Streaks of precum glistened on her skin as arousal came quickly to the Swede.

Craning forward, Hannah allowed the tip to nudge her scarlet lips, taking in the dew on her tongue and exchanging it for smudges of lipstick that coated the head. Easing back, Erik stood hands on hips, the long thin penis jerking as Hannah looked on with lustful eyes. Allowing her jaw to loosen, she took the whole cock in her mouth in one gulp, demonstrating the art of the effective deepthroating to her three watching offspring and a wide-eyed Alice.

As they too went beyond arousal to full on lust, Beth's and Alice's hands found their way to Matthew's bulging crotch. Intrigued by its elevation and contours, Alice traced the length and breadth with an appreciative fingernail. Matthew exhaled, an evening of false dawns having left him hornier than ever before. Lying back on his elbows, he allowed chestnut headed beauty to unzip his trousers, her fingers shaky, breath racing. Lifting his buttocks off the bed, he let Beth to tug down them and his boxers in one heft. The cock sprang up and into the waiting hand of Alice who'd turned her attention away from the screen to watch the even more erotic scene developing in real time. With a little squeal of delight she cradled the lovely thick slab of manhood in her palm. It throbbed and dispensed a healthy dollop of precum.

It was Beth, however, that seized the initiative, leaning forward to mimic her mother's actions on the cam. Enveloping the head in the warm recess of her mouth, she sucked Matthew's engorged knob end with sheer intent. Working like some crack team, Alice drew the foreskin right down to the base, allowing Beth's tongue to rove around the upper shaft and lick it all over. Amy took his balls and massaged them lovingly.

Such was the feeling of bliss, Matthew's eyes wanted to close yet he was forced to keep them open, so as not to miss out on what was happening to his mother on the screen. Thankfully, the release came sooner than expected when Erik, driven crazy by the sexy MILF drew back and unleashed an impressive rope of cum in Hannah's face that resembled a party popper exploding. That allowed Matthew to lie back and have his cock shared by the three lovelies. Desperate for attention, young Amy moved across to sit on her brother's face. Matthew was in heaven. They all were.

As his cocked passed from Beth's mouth to Alice's, he lifted his hands to cup Amy's tiny orbs, pinching at the flesh as her sweet youthful face contorted. Clamping each puffy teat in the juncture between thumb and forefinger, he rotated like wrenches tightening nuts. Amy bit her lip as her brother toyed with her nipples, sliding her moist pussy over his nose and mouth and threatening to suffocate him. Having stolen a quick breath, his tonguetip traced a wet path along the immature slit. Amy moaned, arousal having quickly taken hold as she watched the two older girls swapping her brother's cock between their willing mouths.

Sensing an opportunity, Beth took hold of the camcorder and began recording the scene, whilst playing with herself furiously behind the lens. The footage was priceless.

Up on top, Amy shivered, wriggling her hips as her brother's tongue sent spasms up her spine and into every delicious nerve end. She arched to push her pussy harder down on his mouth, begging him to feast upon her delicious budding womanhood. Drawing her knees back to her shoulders, the teenager shut her eyes dreamily, running a wet tongue around her lips. Hands groping blindly, Matthew busily gave her nipples a good pinch and twist. Down below, Beth filmed as her best friend slurped on her brother's hard cock, head bobbing up and down purposefully.

As Matthew's tongue began to animate, Amy hissed and sank her teeth in her lower lip. Her soft cuntlips parted just enough to allow the roving tongue to enter. As she tensed, her labia clamped tight, trapping it between. In response, Matthew flicked urgently like a chameleon. As he continued to pinching her nipples, Amy slapped the mattress as wonderful sensations spread right through her cunt and up her belly. His tongue darted forward repeatedly, driving her insane. "Oh Matthew! Matthew!" she groaned, hips circling as she rocked on her brother's talented tongue.

Waves of bliss swept up into her loins, stealing away her breath, clit swelling markedly. Enraptured, she spread her thighs even wider as Matthew tightened his grip on the erect teats between his fingers, stretching them obscenely from her body like they were made of plasticine.

Barely coming up for air, Matthew moved his tongue around and around a hot cunt that had opened like a petalling flower. He was determined to taste every single inch of the delicious dish, face damp with the juices that had seeped out. As Amy cavorted, more drips of cunt honey trickled down his waiting throat. He swallowed with a groan of approval, not relenting for a moment. Her hand twisting the bedsheets into a tight knot, Amy begged him to lick her harder, deeper, to bury his tongue in her impenetrable reaches.

Down below, Alice had her lips firmly around Matthew's cock, sucking and licking and plunging up and down in a steady mind blowing rhythm. Every so often a dollop of precum squeezed from the eye and was swallowed gratefully. However, neither nor Beth could deny feeling envious of young Amy who was having the ride of her life. Trails of saliva snaked their way down the girl's inner thighs as an intense and unabating heat soared up her young fuck-hole. Sloppy male lips mopped up the juicy deposits as they oozed out of her tempting crack.

Close to a tremendous climax, her clit swelled until she thought it might burst, throbbing like a bee sting, her moans growing louder to fill the room. "Ew-eeeeeee!" she squealed as her brother jabbed the tip of his tongue yet deeper, finding uncharted depths. "Oh Matthew, I'm going to cum any second now!"

Matthew would have issued a similar warning to Alice were it not for Amy being planted on his face. Having saved up the orgasm and two huge balls of cum for hours on end, he detonated in the warm mouth that covered his cock, filling it to overflowing with an unprecedented half a dozen thick spurts. Unable to swallow more than a third of the sticky deposit, it spilled from the sides of the redhead's mouth like lava from a volcano. Leaning across Matthew's trunk, she shared the bounty with her best friend, Beth's pink tongue poking out to scoop up the overflow from her lips and chin - all captured on film.

Lost to lust on his face Amy rotated her hips in wide circles, bouncing on her bum in an effort to endure the unbearable pleasures she was being subjected to. Her cunt throbbed, craving a release. Finally the torture reached its zenith, the orgasm taking a firm grip, crashing through her girlish body like a trainwreck. "Ohhh!" she cried, tossing back her head. "Yes! Yes! Yesssssss! I'm cumming, I'm cummmmmmming! Aaargh!"

Bucking repeatedly like she was plugged into the electric mains, she slammed her gushing cunt hard against her brother's mouth. Her juices ran endlessly, marked by little minor explosions like an aftershock inside. She strained against him and listened as he sucked her cunthole dry, savouring every last drop. The fourteen-year old nymphette writhed as she came down off the intense sexual high. Climbing off, finally she freed Matthew's face. Being used in that way had never felt as good.

Still prone, Matthew lifted each arm to allow Beth and Alice to snake beneath, their cheeks pressed tight to his strong chest, thumping heart reverberating through Beth's brain. Amy curled up in the foetal position between his legs and laid her head in his lap, staring dreamily into space.

When he awoke some time later, Amy was still there though Beth and Alice had disappeared. Snuggling closer, she began to kiss him tenderly, her pussy still hot with desire. "Make love to me, Matthew," she implored. "I want my first time to be with you."

"But you're, um, fourteen," he observed in a treacherous moment of clarity. "And you're my sister."

Evidently Amy didn't share his reservations, tugging at his arm as she assumed the position, thighs parted in readiness. Despite the apprehension and the huge cum of earlier, Matthew was enslaved by desire. Besides, he wanted her first time to be really special, something she'd remember the rest of her life and not some sordid romp with a spotty guy her own age.

Moving across, he gazed lovingly into her eyes and said she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Clinging tightly to his neck, legs wrapped around his waist, she wiggled her hips to allow the virgin pussy to be penetrated by the roving head of a bulbous cock. Matthew adjudged he had one last cum in him before bedtime, praying that his libido held up this once. The last thing he wanted was to let Amy down. Breathing in fits and starts, punctuated by lustful whimpers, her little slit stretched obscenely to let the fat tip inside.

Appreciating that he needed to be tender and considerate, Matthew graduated the entry. Stopping momentarily to check that his little sister was okay, he drew back at the slightest sense of pain. Kisses brought assurance and a welcome distraction. Eager to become a woman, Amy offered throaty reassurances, assisting the process by submitting fully and lifting her buttocks to nudge her hymen against the invasive tip, as if anxious to be rid of it.

After checking once more that she really was sure, Matthew told her to be brave. With a strong firm downward counter-stroke, he felt the barrier give, marked by a squeal from Amy's lips and her body go as limp as a deflating balloon. Face masked in sweat, she forced a smile, repeating over and over: "I'm not a little girl..."

From Matthew's perspective, nothing had ever felt this right in his entire life and he moved his face quickly to hers once more to muffle the pain, offering succour, their lips moulding sensuously.

The door left open following the exit of Beth and Alice, Meg appeared over the threshhold, hesitating momentarily. With a caring smile she moved to the bed, taking hold of her youngest sister's hand, stroking it as Matthew jabbed and probed, slowly making inroads. Amy whimpered and gritted her teeth, determined to feel every inch of its thickness inside her virgin vagina, her delicious cunt walls gripping as tight as a vice and threatening to crush Matthew's cock as he made little sorties designed not to hurt. Meg ran her fingers through his hair, a smile exchanged.

It was perhaps the most awesome feeling imaginable, breaking in a young girl for the first time, feeling her tighter than she'd ever be again. Arching his back, encouraged by Meg, Matthew begin a leisurely rhythm, stroking in and out of his baby sister's pussy with a fluid motion. Soon he'd developed a steady rhythm, making smooth love to match what he'd had with Meg, Jo, Beth and his mother. Amy was the icing on the cake.

Upping a notch, he began to stroke back and forth purposefully into the tight virgin cunt as Amy held onto him for dear life, head swimming. He kissed Meg, his sheer glee at realising Marco was nowhere to be seen, spurring him on. His covetousness around the four sisters had reached epic proportions and he wanted them all to himself - always. Jabbing firmly, lovemaking turned to fucking as Matthew realised he could not hold on much longer. Beneath him, Amy began to gush around his cock as she climaxed hard. With a groan, Matthew did likewise, firing a wad of spunk into the young girl's untouched womb. All three exchanged kisses as Amy repeated: "I'm not a little girl."

In an almost catatonic state by the time he left the youngster's room, Matthew drew back the door of Jo's abode, only to discover that his elder sister had reclaimed it. He could just about make out her and the shopgirl Caz as they snoozed in one another's arms. They looked too cosy to disturb, not that the idea was without appeal, even after the night he'd had. Turning and pulling shut the door, Matthew bumped into his mother on the landing, the last to get to bed. He explained the predicament, wondering if there was a duvet he could take down to the couch. Hannah smiled maternally, ruffling his dishevelled hair. "Go jump in mine, Matthew honey," she offered with a smile.

"No I can't..."

"Yes you can. Go on."

Matthew exhaled deeply. In a way it made sense: she did have a nice big double bed after all. His clothes in Jo's room, he was forced to sleep naked, though it was pleasantly warm enough anyway. Immediately he entered a light dreamy snooze, snug among the crisp sheets. He sighed as his mother climbed in beside, smelling the understated body scent as she snuggled up behind him, an arm falling across his body to hold him to her, stroking the light hairs on his chest.

Seven more hours to the flight home to Manila and an end to the adventure of a lifetime, young Matthew Ryder had little idea what was coming next.

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Introduction:

The girls give Matthew the ultimate leaving present.

As the jet touched down on Luzon Island, bringing Matthew Ryder 'home' to the Philippines, he resolved to look upon what had happened in England as a holiday romance. Yes, it was great while it lasted, but there was no future in it, was there? He had to get on with living the rest of his life to the full, to look forward and not back...didn't he?

Yet barely an hour later, as he sat alone in the lounge of the sumptuous apartment in the middle of Manila's Makati financial district, the lonesome teenager couldn't help but reflect upon a week that had changed his life. Sighing wistfully, he yearned for his mother's voluptuous bosom, coverted Meg's beautiful mouth, craved Jo's exquisite pussy, longed to stroked Beth's delicious coffee-coloured legs and arse and was desperate to hear Amy's delightful giggle again. Oh how he missed them all so much, and he'd only been gone a day.

To occupy his mind, Matthew embarked upon the seemingly onerous task of wading through the scores of condolence cards that had accumulated in the pigeonhole in his absence. Yet in less than half an hour the job was done. Taking hold of the address book, he set about contacting those that might still not have heard the news of his father's surprise passing. Yet that only put paid to another hour and all too soon he was twiddling his thumbs idly.

Thus the phone call that came just before nightfall was a godsend. It was his father's lawyer, Tino Sala, inviting him out to dinner. A limousine would be there at eight o'clock sharp to collect him,Tino imparted. After minimal thought, Matthew consented, if only to leave behind the claustrophobic concrete confines of the apartment for a short while.

The car took him through the thronging city, abuzz with insect-like activity, to the more laid-back surrounds of Manila Bay. With its azure blue boundaries, florid scenery and a picture postcard beauty that, he strove to convince himself, surpassed anything England had to offer, a visitor could easily fall in love with the place. In fact it had everything an upwardly mobile young man could wish for - but his family.

A short stroll down the jetty took him to the floating restaurant in the harbour where Manila's top movers and shakers habitually gathered. Having secured the best table, one that afforded an unrestricted view of the entire vessel, Tino rose in greeting. The lawyer offered grave condolences and a firm handshake, enquiring how Matthew was bearing up. He was lonesome, he conceded, though not on account of his father.

Immediately, a waiter materialised with a frosted glass to be quickly filed with a chiled bottle of San Miguel. The night balmy and humid, Matthew supped gratefully whilst perusing the menu. Despite the heat, he chose a starter of nilagang soup, with Tino electing to join him. For the main course, Tino plumped for crispy pata, a dish of deep fried pork knuckle. Patting his midriff a little guiltily in its wake the lawyer dabbed at the sides of his mouth with a napkin. Matthew stuck to his favourite Filipino dish, alimango, a steamed crab delicacy that was far more figure-conscious. Accompanied naturally by enough fried rice to feed the whole boat, Matthew leaned back in the chair bloated.

The formalities dealt with, Tino wasted no time in getting down to business. "Well Matthew, you soon be a very rich young man."

Matthew issued a sombre smile.

"You come see me in office next week and we go through details, yah?"

Matthew agreed, taking another bottle of beer, his head beginning to swim pleasantly.

"So," continued Tino, his eyes sparkling, "we go on somewhere yah? You want fun? Lapdancers tonight, yes Matthew?" the lawyer offered with a nudge-nudge-wink-wink expression.

Matthew smiled inwardly. After the week that had just surpassed, spent in the company of some of the most delicious women Matthew could imagine, a lapdance would be like eating hamburger after becoming accustomed to caviar. Sensing Matthew's lack of interest, Tino changed tack. "Or you want more, huh? I know nice Asian-American girl take care all your needs."

Matthew forced a smile. If nothing else, the situation he was in certainly made him think. Putting matters into perspective for a moment, he was a soon-to-be millionaire bachelor soon to be eighteen with filmstar good looks and a lifeguard's physique. He could have his pick of every eligible girl on the island. Yet, despite a newfound enthusiasm for sex and forever feeling as horny as hell, tactfully he declined, citing tiredness from the long flight. Taking care of the bill, Tino wished him well and reminded him of their meeting the following week.

Unbeknown to the lawyer, there was an ulterior motive behind Matthew's declining, a method to his madness. Indeed, during the stop-start limousine journey back to the apartment, his cock jerked at the very prospect of what lie in store. The young man's mind wandered back to the incredible events that preceded his departure from England.

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Worn out from Amy's party, Matthew had fallen into a deep long sleep. Snoozing contentedly among the crisp covers of his mother's bed, she cradled him like the long lost baby he was. Rousing some two to three hours later with the first sprinkling of dawn pressing the curtains, glancing down he saw his mother's hand draped across his chest as they lay in the spoons position, her soft breasts cushioning his spine.

Matthew's awakening proved a catalyst. Slowly Hannah's hand animated, producing gentle, loving strokes, teasing the downy hairs on a well-defined chest. Matthew sighed contentedly as his nipples were palmed and her breath quickened markedly, warming the nape of his neck. Adjusting, she pushed her pussy forward to brush a buttock whilst continuing to caress purposefully. The stirrings deep in his groin caused Matthew's breath to race too, cock inflating to nudge up from between his thighs.

In a stealthy manner, Hannah's hand moved lower, rubbing her son's belly in a circular motion as she pressed tight and administered a featherlight kiss behind the ear. Her lips moved inside to brush her son's neck. At the same time the roving hand lowered further until her wrist brushed the blunt head of a penis that was almost fully-erect by that point. Under the unerring attention, within seconds it was as stiff as Matthew could remember, so hard it was painful.

Exhaling lustfully at its rigidity, Hannah took a firm grip of the shaft, wrapping her fingers around expertly and gently easing back the foreskin. The motion took Matthew's breath away and he groaned lusily. As she caressed lovingly her thumb elevated to encircle the bulbous head. Matthew exhaled his pleasure, eyes shut tight as his body experienced wave upon wave of pleasure from the merest squeeze of her palm. His cock end tingled, a single teardrop of precum oozing from the eye.

Issuing a gleeful purr, Hannah reached to scoop up the dollop with her index finger. Raising the sticky fingertip to her lips she sucked it clean, the taste lingering on her tongue. As she pressed forward and her pussy made contact with a buttock once more, a dab of moistness rubbed the flesh.

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"Mr Ryder, sir...Mr Ryder...you're home."

Matthew looked up, distracted from his revelry by the driver craning around, the limousine stationary in front of the security gates at the apartment complex. Reaching into his pocket he gave the driver a 500-peso tip, the generous gesture met with a heartfelt thank you. Shifting to conceal the rather obvious erection, Matthew strode away. He could barely wait to get inside the apartment and continue the reminiscence, salivating at the mouth.

Hurrying from room to room he drew all the curtains, dimmed the lights and swapped the suit worn to dinner for a baggy sports top and jogger bottoms. Never before in his entire life had he looked forward to masturbating with quite so much relish. Though he did have something to aid the process, relieved they hadn't challenged him at customs. It might have taken some explaining. Taking the silver disc from its case he slipped it into the DVD player, settling down to view his leaving present from the girls.

"Hi Matthew," resonated Amy's voice from the TV, the picture revealing his youngest sister's pretty face. "Are you missing us already? I hope you are, in a nice way, of course," she added with a beguiling smile.

"Yes," he replied croakily to the screen, all these thousands of miles away.

Reaching out instinctively to touch her golden hair, he felt only static on the cold screen, behind which Amy was incarcerated. The lens lowered to her breasts, hovering on them. Playfully she lifted the t-shirt to reveal the three piercings that had symbolised her journey from girl to woman whilst in his presence. Matthew sighed deeply. "I love you, Amy," he mouthed to the screen.

She made no reply.

Next up was Meg waving excitedly at the screen. "Hello little bro, hope you arrived home safely," the eldest sister announced, tears immediately welling up in her hazel eyes.

Matthew felt it too, gulping back a lump in his throat the size of a golf ball.

"Remember these?" she smiled, pursing her lips into a fishlike expression.

"Oh God yes," Matthew replied dolefully.

Jo came on next, clearly putting on a brave face. Her message was more sombre. "Thank you, Matthew. Thank you for brightening up our lives. I love you baby brother."

She had to move out of sight before she bawled out her eyes. Matthew sniffed away his own despair, struggling too to temper his emotions. "Love you too, Jo," he whispered back.

Beth was the last of the girls to appear on the screen. She was stark naked on the bed, brown flesh accentuated against the white duvet upon which she lay. "This is how I want you to remember me," she stated with a confident smile, parting her legs to reveal the trimmed black bush.

"Oh I will," he mouthed at the telly as she ran her hands up and down her body seductively.

Finally it was his mother's turn. She too had tears in her eyes. "Love you, Matthew, hope you'll come visit soon, " was all she could manage before the tears came. "Now enjoy the rest of your going-away present."

"Oh I will mum, I will."

Matthew was wracked with mixed feelings. On the one hand he was sad at the poignant messages and the extreme distance from his sisters and mother. On the other hand he was filled with anticipation for what was to come, mind wandering back to his mother's bed on that awesome final night.

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Lying on his back, staring up dreamily, Hannah's skilled fingers continued to work the thick shaft beneath the sheets. Licking her lips, she asked if he'd like to feel her tits. Matthew exhaled deep and long, nodding excitedly like a happy dog before lifting his hands to squeeze the fronts and undersides firmly. The plump orbs quivered in his palms, nipples sprouting obscenely as he kneaded firmly. "Oh God, yesssssss," she hissed, wrist action upping on a notch on the hard cock in her hand. "There's no one makes me feel like you do, Matthew honey."

But if she expected to have him all to herself, she was very much mistaken. At that moment, the bedroom door opened and the inner light was switched on, flooding the bedroom in a golden luminescence that made them both blink. "Amy, what is it?" enquired Hannah as she continued to stroke her son's cock under the covers as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do.

Amy tiptoed over in a little white nightgown to perch on the edge of the bed, unfazed by the sight before her. "I was wondering, mummy, if we might give Matthew something to really remember us by."

The teen lifted the new camcorder into sight, her blue eyes full of youthful wonder. "Something he can watch in Manila when he's lonely and missing us."

Despite an initial annoyance at the intusion, Hannah smiled, caressing her youngest daughter's blonde tangles. It was impossible to be mad with Amy for any length of time. "That's very thoughtful of you, Amy darling."

Amy grinned, anxious to get going. Drawing back the covers, she observed her mother's leisurely palming of Matthew's rock hard cock. Lifting the camcorder she began filming, ensuring to capture her mother's oversized tits as they were mauled by Matthew's big hands, knowing that he would absolutely love seeing that later.

And he did.

Whenever Hannah's ministrations forced a blob of precum to ooze up out of the eye, she'd deftly scoop it up with an eager digit, elevating it to her waiting tongue to feast upon lustfully. On the third such occasion, after having gathered up the seed, she pressed the dew-stained fingertip to Amy's pursed lips, piercing them. Her youngest daughter licked eagerly, before observing: "Ooh mummy, that's made me go all tingly."

Matthew watched mesmerised on the couch in Manila, reliving in glorious technicolour the unbelievable events that had preceded his departure. This had to be the going-away present to beat all going-away presents. He found himself as hard as he'd been in the bedroom. Reaching down, he placed a hand inside the boxers and cupped his balls, squeezing gently. Moving up, he began to stroke the shaft, mimicking his mother's actions onscreen. Though his own hand was a poor relation, he craved the relief it would ultimately bring. Sighing deeply he masturbated, striving to match his mother's rhythm.

Yet Matthew wasn't able to replicate what happened next, and which Amy ensured to capture on the camcorder. Shifting position his mother climbed across to straddle his knees. As she bent forward at the middle, her hair tumbled, brushing Matthew's chest and stomach. At the same time, her fulsome breasts created a cavernous cleavage of soft rippling flesh. Lying flat, the weighty mammaries came to rest at the tops of Matthew's thighs. Hands placed at either side, she squeezed them firmly together, clamping Matthew's thick shaft tight in the centre. He gasped as the natural wobble provided a gentle wave of stimulation to the imprisoned penis.

Capturing every precious second on the camcorder, Amy could be heard sighing audibly. Panning across from the sexy titwank, the youthful cameragirl settled the lens on a raised arse that was bobbing sexily. Moving closer and reaching over with her spare hand, Amy parted the cheeks of the older woman's rear with thumb and forefinger. In doing so, she exposed to the camera a clenched brown knot and below it a lush and freshly shaven pink crack, quivering gently and glistening with the first juices of arousal.

Hannah groaned at Amy's touch, her breath warming Matthew's belly as she continued to massage his cock with those monster tits. Amy pressed two fingers against the slit, her thumb idly grazing the anal ring. It was enough to set her mother off like a hair trigger. "Oh push your thumb in, Amy honey," Hannah begged in hoarse tones, wiggling provocatively and intent on having the teen to plug her tightest hole.

Amy grinned and pushed forward, index and middle finger embedding easily in soaking wet cunt. Having allowed the digital intrusion, quickly the pussy crack sealed tight around Amy's fingers. At the same time her blunt thumb tip nestled snugly in the anal recess, pushing against the knot. As Amy applied a little pressure, the hole stretched and yielded, suctioning around the thumb tip. Hannah whimpered as her arse was forced open. The spasms pulsed all through her excited body and caused her tits to jiggle and manipulate Matthew's cock with newfound vigour. The trio lost to lust, things were about to get a whole lot better.

Unseen to the camera, behind Amy the bedroom door creaked open once more. Matthew was first to become aware, his gaze elevating to meet Beth's chocolate eyes. The sixteen-year old's initial surprise at witnessing her mother's huge tits wrapped around her brother's rock hard cock whilst her sister fingered her two holes quickly dissipated as desire took a firm hold of the coffee-coloured beauty. "Mmm, what have we here?" Beth mused.

With that she disrobed, the dressing gown pooling at her feet to leave her naked. Skipping quickly to Matthew's side, she sat down beside him, their backs to the headboard. The pair exchanged a long deep lingering kiss, tongues working feverishly. Matthew wanted nothing less than to press it right down her throat if he could. Beth groaned with lust as he sucked on her tongue.

Steadying the camcorder with some effort, Amy concentrated the lens on her own handiwork at her mother's rear, ensuring to capture her fingers sliding ever deeper into the snug holes till she gripped tight like a bowling ball. In the wake of Beth's entrance, unselfishly Hannah lifted her tits away, leaving Matthew's shaft standing tall. The huge breasts were quickly replaced by a tiny brown hand, taking a good firm grip on the shaft.

As Beth rested her chin on top of his head, she rubbed her pert tits in his face. The brown nipples looked delectable, as pronounced as American Hard Gums as they brushed over his nose. Growling, Matthew's lips locked around the right teat, sucking with urgency as Beth arched and ran her tremulous fingers through his hair. Her other hand continued to stroke her brother's cock lovingly, the head slick with precum.

As he watched from the couch in Manila, Matthew recalled with relish Beth's taste as their tongues danced wildly. He licked his lips and gave his hard cock a purposeful tug, imagining it was Beth's hand instead. Watching the recording of that awesome last night in England came as close to actually being there as was possible. Up and down the shaft his fist pistoned, causing Matthew to groan, eyes glued to the TV screen. At this rate with all the red hot action, he wasn't going to last long.

Onscreen, his mother pushed her round backside higher towards Amy, the younger girl holding her fingers and thumb perfectly still so that they screwed deeper into wet pussy and tight arse. Hannah gyrated, frigging herself senseless, the sound of slurping cunt and fervent moaning filling the room. Writhing around like a grounded eel, one hand slapped the bed as the other reached for Matthew's inner thigh. Moving higher, Hannah's hand wrapped around Beth's, the pair giving his cock a good dual tug.

If he hadn't been there in the bedroom, Matthew wouldn't have believed things could get any hotter, but they could – tenfold. Movement at the bedroom door signalled Meg's entrance, gliding over silently to take up a position the other side of her brother and swiftly shimmying out of her nightdress. They too kissed long and hard, savouring one another, hands rubbing arms. They locked tight, almost sucking the air out of each other's lungs. Breathlessly they pulled apart, gazing dreamily.

Matthew barely had time to draw further breath when covetously Beth reclaimed her brother's mouth and his attention. Once more he found his tongue wrapped around hers, its lush pinkness in contrast to the brown lips. Not to be left out, Meg adjusted position, kissing all the way down Matthew's strong chest and belly before angling to take the head of his cock from her mother and in her lips. Feeling the soft familiar warmth of Meg's mouth wrap around the bloated knob, Matthew moaned back lustfully into Beth's mouth as he pawed at her tits purposefully. He was in heaven.

An expert cocksucker, Meg took things steadily, anxious for Matthew to savour the moment. Administering the utmost oral pleasure, her practised mouth devoured his pained erection inch by inch by inch. Sucking and licking the whole way down, obscene amounts of saliva bathed the shaft, pooling in the pubic fringe. Matthew didn't think it was possible to produce so much spittle but Meg had different ideas. And the whole thing was captured expertly by Amy who seemed to have developed a sixth sense for pointing the lens in the right place at the right time. Up and down bobbed Meg's head, Matthew's cock tip nudging her throat.

The scene on the TV as hot as hell, unsurprisingly it all too quickly proved too much for the mesmerised observer as he slapped his cock with carefree abandon. Grunting, Matthew felt the seed rise swiftly from his balls, thefamiliar tingle and spurt from the eye and looping of spunk to form a sticky puddle on his belly. Continuing to stroke past orgasm, he elicited three more copious loads, stomach swimming with seed. Regrettably, there were no hungry little mouths around to help clean up so Matthew groped aside for the Kleenex box. He had a funny feeling the tissues might not last long. Lying back, chest heaving and breath racing, he pressed the stop button on the DVD to save the remainder for later.

After a good while collecting his breath on the couch, standing a little unsteadily Matthew wandered towards the kitchen, grabbing an ice-cold coke from the fridge and swigging generously. Continuing on, he opened the double doors that led out to the balcony. Smack in the centre of the financial sector, huge office blocks were dotted with light against the black skyline like something out of a Hollywood movie. Somewhere beyond the buildings, the ocean stretched out like a huge oil slick. And on the other side – the other side of the world – was his family. He brushed away a tear of remorse.

Fifteen minutes of staring into space and reflecting dolefully on his solitude having elapsed, Matthew issued a deep sigh. The coke bottle empty, thoughts of what was left on the DVD sprung immediately to mind, causing a little life to work its way back into his flaccid cock. Glancing down he watched it rise against the crotch of the joggers. Returning to the lounge, he pressed play before settling down once more.

--

Getting cramp in her embedded fingers, Amy pulled them out of her mother's cunt and arse with an audible plop. Unplugged, excess pussy juice trickled its way down Hannah's inner thighs. Turning the lens round on herself, Amy made sure to record the devouring of her own fingers and thumb for Matthew's later viewing pleasure. "Oh mummy you taste awesome," she enthused to the camera.

The visual had the desired effect on Matthew as he took a firm grip on his shaft. Unbelievably, and despite having shed a wad of hot seed not twenty minutes earlier, he was as hard as ever. Building a steady rhythm, his fist blurred once more as the events onscreen thundered towards their incredible climax.

Anxious not to miss any of the action, Amy turned the lens back on the others. Hannah posed and blew a bee-stung kiss before spreading breadth-wise across the bed, parting her thighs, knees overhanging the side. Amy moved with her mother, climbing off the bed and squatting on her knees on the carpet, focusing the camera between the older woman's legs. Amy was so close it appeared as if the lens might disappear up her mother's sopping wet gaping vagina. Onscreen, the entire picture on the widescreen TV was filled with 40 inches of pink, shaven and sticky cunt. Though he was in Manila, Matthew could almost smell and taste it.

As if on cue with her mother in that position, Jo entered the fray, sneaking into the bedroom clad in a pair of pyjamas. Observing everyone else's nudity, quickly she shed them, shapely breasts standing proud. Magnetised to her mother's inviting cunt, Jo dropped to her knees on the carpet. After a playful nuzzling of her mother's inner thighs, Jo buried her face deep in the older woman's moist pussy. Hannah slapped the bed once more as Jo's talented tongue licked its way from top to bottom, the tip slipping inside. Hannah's other hand took a firm grip in Jo's spiky hair, holding the girl firmly in place and drawing her deeper.

Using her fingers expertly, Jo prised apart her mother's pussy lips, enabling her tongue to delve farther in still. Hannah groaned and writhed as if trying to wriggle away from a hot poker. Unrelenting, Jo honed in on the swollen clit, mashing it in her lips. Sucking purposefully, she pushed the older woman to the verge of orgasm. A volley of tongue lashes and Hannah was tipped over the edge. Gushing endlessly, her juices coated Jo's chin, glistening as she emerged for air with a wicked grin. "You're such a filthy slut, mother," Jo observed, patting Hannah's quivering cunt. "Now give me some of the same."

With that they swapped positions, Jo moving onto the bed and pulling her mother's face to her sweet young pussy. Dutifully Amy ensured to capture mother and daughter in the foreground with her other three siblings providing an awesome backdrop. At the head of the bed, having spent ages trying to suck Matthew's cock off as if it were a stick of rock candy, Meg emerged for air. The shaft was utterly drenched in saliva. More dribble ran from both sides of his sister's mouth as she grinned.

Beth uncoupled from her brother too, a pose and pout for Amy's camera before turning around to face away from Matthew, squatting above his rampant cock, back to him. Amy lay flat on the bed, focusing on the junction of Matthew's knob and Beth's labia that seemed to pucker as contact was made. Lowering slowly, Beth impaled on the concrete hard cock, an Oscar-winning shot captured by Amy as the thick length of prime white meat penetrated the gorgeous sopping wet brown cunt. The lips stretched pronouncedly as they enveloped the invading shaft, causing Beth to let out a shrill cry. Relaxing, she allowed Matthew to ease up and fill her tight young vagina. "Oh Matthew, such a big hard cock," Beth drooled as her belly sank to rest upon Matthew's.

"Save some for me," pleaded an envious Meg, lying back to take pleasure into her own hands. "We need three more Matthews!"

"Five more!" added Jo, grinding her teeth and staring at the ceiling as her cunt was slurped by her mother.

Behind the camera, poor Amy had her work cut out capturing it all, flicking from the copulating siblings and ensuring to record the moment Matthew's cock disappeared completely inside Beth, to their mother eating out her daughter with passion, to Meg spreading her cunt lips wide and burying four fingers inside, frigging herself furiously.

The teen reached an executive decision to concentrate on Matthew and Beth who, it had to be said, made a gorgeous looking couple. If ever there was advert for the joys of interracial love they were it. She had her back to his chest, head lolling to one side as he sucked and bit at her neck. Overflowing with desire, he reached around to cup her pert young tits as she moved up and down in a steady rhythm on his rock hard appendage. At first glance, Beth's groans of lust were perhaps a little theatrical, produced specially for the camera, pornstar-style. Yet the more Matthew watched, the more he came to believedperhaps that they were authentic. The girl clearly loved stiff cock up her tight young pussy.

Soon Matthew was ready to satiate his desire, meeting her downward motions with strong upward ones, buttocks bouncing on the springy bed and driving his cock deep into her cervix. The slap of white flesh on black filled the room, whilst an aroma of aroused cunt nipped at their nostrils. "Mmm, fuck me Matthew!" commanded Beth through gritted teeth.

On the couch in Manila, despite the fact he'd been there and engaged in it, Matthew could barely believe his eyes. This surpassed any porn movie he'd ever seen and he could feel the onset of other orgasm. Pumping from the buttocks on the couch, he fucked at his clenched fist, striving to replicate what he was doing to Beth on the TV. Indeed, his cock was ripping into her young cunt, almost tearing her apart but still she craved more. "Fuck me harder, Matthew, yesssssss, oh God yes..." she wailed as he slammed as hard as he could.

In the doorway, little redhead Alice appeared, framed in golden light. Her mouth fell immediately agape at the incredible family scene, dropping further still when she felt huge-titted shopgirl Caz press up behind. The last to be woken also by the sound of hard fucking, the screaming and the painfully creaking bed, neither was about to let this opportunity pass. Matthew had a full house of female flesh on his final night. Soon Caz had lifted Alice's nightdress and was rubbing the younger girl's tiny tits vigorously as they watched on from the outskirts

With what was taking place all around the whole room, little Amy was presented with a real dilemma. How could she hope to capture it all? Matthew and Beth were fucking like rabbits, so hard it looked as if Matthew's cock might snap off at any moment, Meg was masturbating furiously with almost her entire hand up her pussy, mummy Hannah was mashing her face into sister Jo's cunt and Caz was stroking Alice's girlish body seductively. It was an impossible task to know which way to turn and Amy found herself dizzy with trying.

Seizing control like a proficient director, Amy waved her hands animatedly, ordering everyone to stop and congregate on the bed within the camera's range. It was a squeeze and there were limbs and sex organs everywhere but they just about succeeded. Sensing an opportunity, Meg utilised her seniority among the sorority to reclaim Matthew's cock from Beth. At that precise moment she craved a good hard cock up inside her like nothing else.

Matthew lay back to allow his eldest sister to straddle and press down hard on his concrete-hard erection. Unlike Beth she faced him, tits moving snugly into his raised palms. Not to be left out, Beth moved to squat over his face so that the pair of sisters faced one another. Soaking wet from the good fucking Matthew had just administered, Beth found herself slippery and on the verge of orgasm. Writhing on her brother's face, her cunt leaked all over his lips and chin as he tried to lick.

Leaning in, the pretty brown youngster exchanged a steamy kiss with Meg, the pair moaning into one another's mouths as their brother's cock and tongue worked them into a frenzied state. Beth's intoxicating juices swirled on his tongue in reams and Matthew fought not to choke as the liquid trickled down his throat. Deftly lifting his tongue to Beth's quivering clit, he administered a good hard lashing. It took little more than half a dozen purposeful licks to start the little beauty wailing manically and slip-sliding on his face. The orgasm that crashed through her body as she held in place caused Matthew to lose consciousness momentarily as gush after gush of cunt juice sprayed his tongue.

Down below, Meg continued to bounce up and down on his shaft with wild abandon, craving what Beth had just experienced. As Beth slid off and collapsed among the pillows, her pussy thronging, Meg took sole charge of her brother and his wonderful cock. Lying flat to his chest as he pumped upward from the buttocks, she pushed downward to meet him. Their nipples pressed and their tongues crashed together, causing both to gasp.

Yet if that was hot, the liaison of all liaisons had erupted just across the bed. It caused Amy's eyes to bulge as she veered away from Matthew and Meg, determined to capture the unbelievable scene on camera. Her mother Hannah and the shopgirl Caz had moved together to squeeze their massive tits around Jo's head. It was caught in between like a trapped animal. Jo looked close to suffocating as the fleshy mounds engulfed and slapped her cheeks.

Not to be left out either, cute little redhead Alice made herself useful by sliding beneath Amy to give the thus far deprived cameragirl a well-earned tongue-lashing. With supreme composure, despite feeling the roving tongue close to her engorged clit, Amy tilted the camcorder to capture the shot from above. It made for an awesome aerial view. "Mmm Alice you filthy little slut," she drooled. "Look Matthew," she commentated to the screen, knowing he'd be watching avidly in Manila, "this dirty little whore is eating my pussy...ohhhhhhh."

Having somehow managed to emerge from the tit mangling intact, Jo stretched across the bed to be licked out simultaneously by her mother and her lover. Occasionally they'd turn to kiss, sharing the juices that were seeping from Jo's overworked cunt like a leaky tap. Jo's hands clenched at the bed covers so tightly it was a wonder she didn't rip them to shreds as slap, slap, slap rang out the two eager tongues on her delicious pussy.

Alongside, and in a demonstration of incredible stamina, Matthew managed to make Meg cum hard before he did, her body going into uncontrollable spasms as she ground her pussy into his pubes. They stayed conjoined for thirty seconds, hearts pounding into one another's chests. Matthew watched the others over Meg's shoulder as his cock slipped free of her cunt and ran up the groove of her arse.

The free cock a precious commodity, Alice was upon it within seconds, cleaning Meg's copious amounts of honey from the shaft with an eager tongue. Meg jinked as the chestnut beauty's tongue nudged her arse knot. Yet the eldest sister was spent, collapsing on the pillows with Beth, the pair fanning one another and exchanging butterfly kisses as they watched the others at play.

Matthew and Alice moved into a position whereby Matthew was able to give her face a good hard fucking, ramming into her throat with purposeful thrusts whilst taking a firm grip of her ginger hair. He pumped back and forth in an unrelenting manner, making her gag and splutter. When she tried to pull away he merely tightened the grip in her hair, determined to fuck her face till he came. In and out he thrust, balls bashing her chin. Alice groaned as Meg and Beth reached over, toying with her arse and pussy with their fingers. Once more Amy was on hand to record it all.

Breathing deeply, Matthew would undoubtedly have cum in Alice's mouth had he not caught sight of his mother's arse wiggling provocatively close by. He was like a man possessed, craving hot new experiences and grudgingly abandoning Alice to Meg and Beth's tender care. Soon their fingers had Alice screaming in pleasure as she too earned a well-deserved orgasm.

Bent over the bed, Hannah sucked in air as the spongy cock tip grazed her cunt. Glancing around, she espied Matthew taking up a position behind. Yet despite all its appeal, it wasn't that particular hole her son had in mind. Angling the tip, he aimed higher, nestling in the brown anal ring. A combination of Amy's earlier loosening with her thumb and a generous lube courtesy of Alice's mouth, the bulbous head worked its way into the implausibly tight opening with a plop. Hannah wailed, burying her face deep between Jo's legs to muffle the sound of her squeals. Seeing what was happening, Meg and Beth pushed up on their knees, animated and clapping like excited seals. "Ohhhhhmyyyygodddd, Matthew is going to fuck mummy's bottie..."

Matthew issued a grin before pushing forward with intent. It was an effort and painful too for both but gradually the little hole began to yield unwillingly, causing Hannah to scream out. Exchanging glances, Meg and Beth moved quickly to their mother's pussy to offer succour. Meg drove her fingers in and out of the crack with purpose whilst Beth teased the clit with her tongue tip. As Matthew's cock head disappeared in the ring, he took a breath and a moment to compose, allowing his mother brief respite.

Even Amy got in on the act, giggling delightfully as the camcorder recorded everything. Reaching across with her free hand, she pinched her mother's near nipple that had inflated to the size and hardness of an acorn beneath an obscenely hanging udder-like breast. With all the attention, Hannah almost passed out. "Come for us mummy," she appealed.

Sensing this had become an exclusively family affair, Alice and Caz tactfully retreated to the head of the bed, fondling one another's pussies as they viewed intently from the pillows. Yet soon they too were caught up in the hedonism, making love and clinched in the '69' position as Hannah's five children took their mother on a on-way road to orgasm.

With a giant heave that brought a tear to his eye, Matthew buried the entire shaft in his mother's arsehole, balls dangling near her pussy. Blowing long and hard as its clenched walls almost strangled the shaft, Matthew retracted carefully. For Hannah it felt like her insides were being ripped out. Yet she was growing to love every minute of the arse-fucking, mewling happily. Raising her juice-drenched face from Jo's cunt momentarily, Hannah appealed: "Oh Matthew honey, fuck mummy's arse, fuck it baby..."

Hands gripping her hips, Matthew eased back until the shaft was free, just the tip embedded. Stealing another deep breath he drove forward with vigour, burying to the balls once more. Hannah howled as her arse tunnel was ploughed, having rarely felt so full in her entire life. Simultaneously, Meg's fingers and Beth's tongue lapped and strummed between her legs, bringing pleasure like an analgesic.

As the older woman relaxed, soon it all became pleasure. Gaining confidence and having worked an opening, Matthew was able to embark upon a steady rhythm, cock moving in and out, free from friction. Brought to the precipice, Hannah could barely contain herself, the knock-on effect of her face in Jo's cunt bringing the younger woman to a shuddering climax. Jo's cunt too was dripping. Immediately she rolled to Caz, allowing her lover to sup up the honey then share it with Alice. As Matthew pumped with vigour and the girl's worked her pussy over, Hannah too let go, screaming as she came hard on Beth's tongue.

Growing heady and realising he was close, Matthew groaned. He'd been fucking so long he imagined the spurt was going to be the biggest yet. Aching to release, he could hold on longer. "I'm cumming," he hissed, pulling out suddenly. "Who wants it?"

Amy was first on the scene as Matthew grunted and unleashed a thick rope of cum. It hit the teenager square in the face, stretching diagonally from jaw to hairline. Turning, Matthew was able to direct a second wave at Beth who had her mouth open like a baby bird. She caught the spurt on her tongue, lips clamped shut and smiling covetously as she swallowed. A third lash hit Meg, her tongue flicking out like a chameleon's to lap it up. A sharing sort, the eldest sister hovered above Jo and let the ball of cum and her saliva fall into Jo's mouth in a thick globule. Jo in turn passed the spunk-laced cocktail to her mother's mouth.

Matthew gasped in Manila as he shot so hard the lasso of cum hit his chin. Lying back, he fell into a deep sleep on the couch as the DVD played out and then went fuzzy.

--

Two days later, a very different looking Matthew Ryderwalked into the reception area of Tino Sala's solicitors' practice in Makati to be greeted by a pretty young Filipina whose desk tag read 'Heather'. She phoned up and the pair exchanged sneaked glances throughout the five minutes it took Tino to arrive from the tenth floor. Other than middle-aged Mae-Lin, Matthew had yet to experience a Filipina and the idea appealed immensely, given his stud-like status and sex addiction. Sex aside, there was no doubting he could use the companionship. Tino's arrival in reception marked his departure, a lingering look from Heather as he stepped in the elevator. "I bet you want know how much you worth," Tino chuckled as they walked into his office.

Matthew tried outwardly to maintain an air of disinterest though deep down he was intrigued. Well who wouldn't be in his position? Almost two decades as a property developer working all the hours God gave must surely amount to a pretty sum.

"Your father left cash assets just short of quarter million dollars," Tino confirmed.

Matthew nodded, going the maths in his head. It didn't sound a great deal and he couldn't help but be mildly disappointed.

"But here's best part," Tino continued. "Before his death he invest heavily in the development of the marina."

Tino spread out some glossy brochures before his young client. "Ryder Tower is due for completion in next eighteen months. Will take care of you rest your life, Matthew."

Ryder Tower, Matthew liked the sound of that. Take care of you rest of your life, he liked that even more.

Tino went on to explain that it was a twenty-four-apartment luxury complex with its own gym and conference rooms being built to attract the island's highest flyers. Matthew could undoubtedly expect rent for the rest of his life: close on a million dollars a year. And all he had to do was sit and collect. If ever there was an incentive to stay in the Philippines this was it – Ryder Tower. He could even take his own apartment and escape the claustrophobia of the city centre. Yet at that moment, Matthew had other priorities. "The girl downstairs on reception..." he began.

"Heather?" replied Tino quizzically. "You like her huh?"

Matthew nodded reticently. "Could you, um, could you fix me a date with her?"

Tino's face clouded. "Nah, you not want to go out with her, Matthew, she common. Tino set you up with hot law school student, or young lady doctor. Heather from poor background, she not right for you. Her mother and father die in big storm and she work to support her three young sisters."

Matthew's ears pricked up at the revelation. Three young sisters huh? "Please Tino."

The legal eagle rubbed his chin. "Okay Matthew, tell you what, I hosting a dinner party for some work colleagues at my apartment tomorrow night. If I invite Heather, you come too, yes?"

Matthew smiled. "It'd be my pleasure."

"But I invite Connie Truong also, she highflying young lawyer, very sexy too. If you tell me I'm wrong, Matthew, that fair enough."

"Okay, deal," the teenager agreed.

The limousine took him home, after which he sat down to watch the DVD once more. Maybe if things worked out he might give Manila a go after all. If not, there were always other options. And it was nice to have options.

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Introduction:

The Filipina lovelies test Matthew's resolve.

Matthew Ryder sat in the lounge of his plush Makati apartment, contemplating the future – both near and far. With early evening approaching, the invite to lawyer Tino Sala's dinner party occupied his mind heavily. Not the most gregarious or outgoing of young men, his father's cosseting of the growing lad for seventeen years was primarily to blame. Indeed, socialising was a somewhat alien concept to Matthew. At least it had been, until the recent spell in England brought him out of his shell. But now, away from the bosom of his family and back in familiar yet unfamiliar territory, he'd quickly receded to the Matthew of old.

And there were more far-reaching dilemmas for the young man. As the days passed, he found himself torn between making a go of it in Manila where he had roots, property and security and returning home to England where he had four lovely sisters and a loving mother but little else of tangible value. And he could be fairly certain his four sisters wouldn't be around forever. They had their own lives to live. He could uproot back to England only to find they had boyfriends – or in Jo's case a girlfriend. Not of course that he could stand in their way of their futures. But unless there was some guarantee that every week would be like the one he'd just spent, he was reluctant to make the commitment.

Glancing around the apartment, Matthew issued an elongated sigh as one problem after another presented itself. A further consequence of his father's passing away was the cessation of employment of long time housekeeper Mae-Lin. It had been her choice, not Matthew's, who'd have happily kept her on, the decision facilitated by becoming the soon-to-be beneficiary of $17,000 from the old man's estate, a grand for each year of her employment. A nice windfall, it would enable her to live out a comfortable and perhaps overdue retirement. Yet judging on the state of the apartment, that was no help to Matthew who needed to find a replacement quick.

And then there was his immediate financial future. A quarter of a million dollars was fantastic to inherit when he turned eighteen but there were bills to pay, taxes to meet and other financial penalties. Besides which it wouldn't last forever. He could do with a new car, there was work needing doing around the apartment and he ought really to take care of his four sisters. The stark reality for Matthew was that he needed to find a job, and fast. For the longer he left it, the less inclined he'd be and the more his credit would be stretched.

But, for now, more immediate pressing matters were at hand, a combination of trepidation at facing an unfamiliar crowd mixed with the fear of the possibility of unrequited lust. A long hot and relaxing soak in the bathtub helped to wash away some of the apprehension and a more confident character emerged from the bathroom. Posing before the full length mirror in the bedroom and adjusting the bow tie, Matthew resembled a young James Bond in the black tuxedo. He turned aside in profile, closed an eye and held his thumb and forefinger in a gun shape. Heather couldn't fail to be impressed by him, could she?

A warm balmy evening, he elected to forego the limo and walk to Tino's apartment that stood on the marina, a stone's throw from the work-in-progress that would one day become Ryder Tower. For now, it was a rubble building site surrounding a mesh of scaffolding and plastic that protected the metal and concrete skeleton from the elements. It was amazing to think that its completion would eventually secure his financial future.

Deliberately late in arriving, the uneasy young man was anxious to avoid being sucked into small talk or worse, be caught out of his depth in legal mumbo-jumbo. Yet the ploy had the reverse effect, his arrival immediately conferring upon him the unwanted role of the centre of attention. They were all anxious to pass on their condolences and wish him well for the future, speaking in tongues till his head was swimming. Thankfully dinner arrived and they could fill their mouths with food instead of homilies.

A small but select crowd, Tino had invited two fellow partners in the law firm, accompanied by their wives. In addition two young legal executives, one male, one female also represented the law firm. There was a respected yet crusty old judge and his equally crusty wife in attendance, the pair looking eighty if they were a day. A business associate that, it transpired, had known Matthew's father had been invited along too, with pretty receptionist and potential love interest Heather making up the numbers. Matthew's early reservations were soon swept away on account of a deep swig of wine, followed quickly by another, and the favourable seating arrangements.

Tino had ensured to place his new top client next to Heather who was looking utterly beguiling. Her outfit was simple: a one-piece white summer dress with a red and green flower print pattern that hung off the shoulder. Knotted at the apex of her breasts, it flared at the knee. She had elected to put her mane of dark hair up, held in place by two chopstick-like implements. Remembering his manners, Matthew pulled back the chair for her to sit on, rewarded with a reticent smile.

Immediately across the rectangular table, in direct competition, sat highflying legal executive Connie Truong. Heather's opposite in more ways than one, her green chiffon gown screamed designer opulence. Her long flowing hair worn down the neck and back, Connie was the epitome of a strong-willed Filipina woman making a mark in this male orientated profession. Caught in the crossfire of conversation, Matthew felt a warm inner glow as each young woman vied for his attention between mouthfuls. Why he had ever worried, God only knew.

Occasionally he'd glance up to see Tino grinning from the head of table. The introduction of sex kitten Connie into the equation had given Matthew a real dilemma. Five two in heels, she was pencil slim and exuded confidence, the sort of girl that knew what she wanted and more importantly how to get it. Ultra-competitive in nature, she was quick to pick up upon Heather's paucity of etiquette and uncomplicated demeanour, using it to put the other girl firmly in her place. Matthew really felt for poor Heather who was way out of her depth, though he was impressed at the dignity with which she handled herself. She was simplicity personified.

Connie, on the other hand, was a true enigma, verging on schizophrenic. She reminded him of Lucy Liu's character in Ally McBeal, a real firebrand Asian go-getter. When she wasn't toying with Matthew or verbally jousting and bitching with Heather, Connie would flirt unsubtly with the ancient judge who sat to her right. It was true what they said about power, it was the ultimate aphrodisiac, though Matthew was not without appeal, with good looks to go with the bank account-to-be. For Connie would have done her homework and be aware of his heritage.

Thankfully for Matthew there was the calming influence of Johnny Frio to his left to diffuse the overwhelming sexual tension and catty asides. A thoroughly engaging man in his fifties with an infectious passion for live, he claimed to have known Matthew's father for well over a decade. As the wine flowed, so did the anecdotes, becoming ever more daring. The stories left Matthew both amused and dumbfounded in equal measure. Unbeknown to the young man, his father had been something of a player with the ladies over the years. Perhaps that was where Matthew's own latent sexual proclivity that had been unleashed in England came from.

Yet it was another side to the multi-faceted Johnny that intrigued Matthew the most. A surveillance expert by occupation, he'd spent his working life among cameras, newfangled gadgetry and hidden lenses. He claimed to have caught more philandering husbands and wives than the Manila angling industry had caught fish. Since Matthew himself had aspirations to be a computer and techno wizard, not to mention haviing a passion for watching, they found themselves getting along like lifelong buddies.

Taking the young man aside after pudding had been served and brandy was being passed around, Johnny made a disclosure that caused the younger man's jaw to drop. Apparently, prior to his death Matthew's father had taken a stake in the business. He'd had enough of the high speed and cut-throat world of property development and wanted out before it killed him, he'd said. Sadly, he hadn't done so soon enough. Out of respect, the pair exchanged purse-lipped, dewy-eyed expressions for the departed.

Yet Matthew's mind was firmly in the present and more importantly the future, anything but the past. He wondered out loud what his father's investment meant and could he perhaps become involved? Johnny's eyes sparkled. "I hoping you say that, Matthew. I plan retire next five years. I no sons and heirs, need a go-getter to carry on business when I'm gone."

"That's me," replied Matthew assuredly, gaining in confidence by the minute.

Johnny smiled. "How 'bout we get together properly next week, yah, discuss things?"

Matthew nodded enthusiastically. There was no denying he needed something to occupy his time until the inheritance came and Ryder Tower was up and running. This sounded exactly the type of business venture he could throw his enthusiasm fully behind. As he mulled over the possibilities, Johnny gestured him closer. "What you think this is?" the expert enquired, holding between his thumb and forefinger what looked like a black sequin off a dress.

Matthew shrugged his shoulders and Johnny's eyes lit up like someone who had a real passion for what he did. Leaning right up close he cupped a hand around Matthew's ear and whispered: "It's a hidden camera."

Matthew's exhaled deeply. That tiny speck on Johnny's fingertip was a camera?

"Okay Matthew, hold out your hand."

The wide-eyed youngster obliged, twisting his wrist and allowing Johnny to place the almost inconspicuous disc in the palm. Immediately it turned from its original black to a matching Caucasian hue, virtually disappearing before Matthew's eyes. "Heat sensitive, you see," Johnny clarified with a grin. "It take on appearance of whatever it placed upon so as to camouflage it. Good huh?"

"Wow! No shit!"

Matthew's enthusiasm caused Johnny to snigger like Muttley. Looking around for potential eavesdroppers, the surveillance expert once again whispered directly into Matthew's ear. "Earlier in evening I slip one of these things onto Connie's suspender belt."

Matthew spluttered the wine back in the glass. At that moment he had a funny feeling the two of them were going to get along just fine. It was strange, all these wonderful friends his father had, like Johnny and Tino, yet he'd been as cold in life as he was in death.

Reaching inside his jacket pocket, Johnny removed a sleek black device that resembled a hi-tech mobile phone. Switching on, the front panel illuminated in green and red though the screen was initially fuzzy and unrevealing. Sensing the reason why, the pair glanced down the room and through a set of double doors to the lounge where Connie sat alone on the couch, her knees pressed tightly together. Just then they were passed by the doddery old judge who issued a nod of acknowledgement before heading off in Connie's direction. "Hello my dear," he heralded before she helped him sit down next to her.

"This could fun," sniggered Johnny.

Matthew glanced around guiltily, searching out Heather. The last thing he wanted was to be caught as a Peeping Tom. Thankfully, she was with a group of women, still at the table and chatting merrily, busily engaged. She did, however, find time to issue a warm smile his way, though she made no move to come join him. Perfect.

A few minutes passed as Connie and the judge made conversation and before the dazzling legal executive moved for the first time. No more than a shift of the backside, the hidden camera picked up the briefest flash of thigh and a hint of pink thong, transmitted back to the screen Johnny and Matthew peered over. The aged judge leaned forward and glanced up the room, espying his wife gathered with the other women, safely out of sight. He and Connie were alone in the lounge and evidently she realised it too. Reaching aside, she put cushion over her lap, upon which a set of legal papers from the judge's pocket was unfolded. To anyone happening to enter the room, it would appear that the pair of were discussing the latest developments in the judicial world.

Yet unbeknown to the pair, Matthew's and Johnny's eyes were locked to the screen. As Connie parted her thighs, the concealed camera picked up with picture-perfect clarity the legal executive's soft inner thighs and the whole crotch of the pink thong. The pair of voyeurs exchanged wide-eyes glances as a decrepit hand moved into view. Shielded underneath the cushion, a set of spindly fingers raked at the flesh of Connie's thigh, the screen darkening momentarily as the judge's palm caressed the suspender belt to which the camera was attached.

From their standpoint twenty feet away, Matthew and Johnny could hear quite audibly Connie's gasp as the judge's roving fingers found their way upward to the front of her crotch. Angling his hand, the filthy old pervert pressed the thong fibre into the crack of what appeared to be an extremely juicy and highly aroused cunt. Connie purred and arched her back to try to get more digit inside, prevented only by the nylon barrier.

Shifting position once more, the gown rode up her thighs as she hooked her thumbs through the waistbands at the sides of the thong. The judge uttered indecipherable mumblings as his bony fingers prodded the dampening crotch. Drawing the thong down her upper thighs, as it moved towards the camera the screen went fuzzy momentarily and Matthew couldn't help but sneak a peek over. As he did, Connie slid the thong down a pair of angular calves and off the end of her toes.

Reaching down to the floor with considerable effort, the ancient yet enthusiastic judge gathered up the triangular garment. A quick press of the moist gusset to his hangdog face as if inhaling from an oxygen tank, he groaned his approval before the thong was quickly secreted in a jacket pocket for later usage. With the nylon barrier removed, Matthew and Johnny now had an unrestricted view of Connie's delicious pussy on the screen. Cleanly waxed, the puffy lips glistened with specks of arousal. The camera was so close it was possible to make out little bubbles fizzing just inside the luscious pink folds.

Growling beneath his breath, the judge slid a hand up Connie's thigh once more. This time he enjoyed an unbarred fondle. The aroused girl quivered at the touch as the rogue fingertips toyed with the slippery slit and stretched the outer lips apart. Grunting his approval, the judge pushed onward, index finger nestling inside the gorgeously tight yet malleable twat. A discreet glance over in their direction, Matthew noted the naughty legal executive close her eyes and nibble her bottom lip as her cunt hole was plugged with a twig-like finger. With a dexterity that belied his years, the judge prodded and probed like a true pro, embedding the whole digit in soft wet snatch.

As Matthew shot intermittent glances, he saw the old boy start to slobber on Connie's neck, mumbling obscenities and seemingly uninhibited by the threat of discovery. Matthew wasn't sure whether Connie was allowing it to happen for sexual gratification or as some kind of possible leg-up the legal ladder. He suspected the latter which would be in keeping with what he'd learned of Connie during their short time at the dinner table. Surely finding sexual gratification with a doddery octogenarian was beyond perverse.

Either way, as the judge thrust his finger with purpose into the spread love tunnel, Connie came with an enormous gasp that carried across the lounge. On the screen in front of them, her juices bubbled and fizzed in the crack, some of the cunt honey dribbling onto the tops of her thighs. Matthew exchanged a glance with Johnny, a kindred spirit.

The host's approach brought to an end their sideshow. Johnny switched off and slipped the receiver inside his jacket pocket, standing hands in front of crotch like a guilty schoolboy. "We discuss business next week, yah Matthew?"

"Oh definitely," the young man enthused, shifting position to cover his own rigidity.

"What you two up to?" enquired Tino.

"We just picking up where Matthew's father left off," replied Johnny.

Matthew nodded in concurrence.

"You watch Johnny, yah," observed Tino with a grin. "He get you into trouble if you not careful, Matthew."

Oh I sincerely hope so, the young man thought.

Tino's intervention also brought to an end Connie and the judge's not-so-secret games. Grinning like the cat that got the cream, the old pervert lifted three juice-laden digits to his lips and sucked longingly, tasting Connie ingrained on them and mouthing his approval. Connie elevated from the couch and sashayed sexily away, brushing past Matthew with a guilty expression before heading for the bathroom. He could imagine that, in the wake of the judge's spindly fingering, her pussy was nice and ready for a proper slab of thick throbbing cock.

Imbued with sufficient verve from having downed three-quarters of a bottle of wine, Matthew moved off in pursuit, only to catch Heather's appealing look out of the corner of his eye. She smiled sweetly, leaving him in a quandary as Connie's legs disappeared up the stairs. Turning on his heels, Matthew chose the righteous route, approaching the pretty receptionist instead and taking a seat nearby. Like good dutiful Filipinas, the other women quickly dispersed leaving the young pair alone at the table. "Sorry I got to go soon, Matthew," Heather apologised, and immediately he began to regret the choice.

In an attempt to salvage the situation, he leant over and whispered in her ear: "Must admit I'm getting a little bored too. Would you allow me the honour of walking you home?"

Heather turned slightly, an ear accidently brushing his nose. Without thought, Matthew kissed the lobe tenderly, feeling the girl's body quiver and a tiny whimper fall from her lips. Moving down and driven on by Dutch courage and a newfound way with women, he butterfly-kissed along her soft neck before pulling away, looking rather sheepish. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me."

Heather smiled and held a dainty finger to his lip. Taking his hand in hers she squeezed it gently. "Thank you for offering to walk me home, only I no able to accept your offer."

Matthew fought to dispel the huge feeling of disappointment. "You see Matthew, I not rich girl like Connie. I not able to afford to live here. I live other side of city so too far to walk. I get bus home, yah."

Matthew issued a smile of relief. It wasn't the brush-off he'd feared. "The bus? No, you leave it to me."

A quick word with Tino and a phonecall later and the limousine was waiting outside. Heather looked over, stunned and embarrassed as Matthew beckoned her. Despite her reservations, she climbed in nonetheless as Matthew held open the door in a gentlemanly manner. As they waved goodbye to the remaining guests, Matthew caught sight of Connie's bemused gaze, trying hard to convince himself that he'd made the right decision. Heather was bubbly and fun, coy and demure all at the same time, whereas Connie was, for want of a better description, a gold-digging slut. Not that that the slut part was completely without appeal.

During the journey they chatted breathlessly. When Heather enquired of his family, Matthew told her of his sisters in England and how he missed him. Heather too came from a big family, she revealed. As they swapped stories, it struck Matthew how much they had in common. Both her parents had died prematurely, tragically swept away in one of the tsunamis that strike the islands once every decade. And though his mother was alive, she was on the other side of the planet.

Matthew told her of the fun he'd had in England, or at least the abridged version. Incest, buggery and underage sex was hardly the best way to impress a potentional girlfriend. Heather issued a consolatory smile before revealing details of her nearest and dearest. "The twins, Mia and Tia, they just turn sixteen and left school though they still no find work," she imparted with regret. "And Elise, she thirteen and still at school. She bright but struggle to find work too, I fear."

Matthew issued an inward sigh of appreciation at the revelation – as Ned Flanders might say, the trio sounded scrum-diddly-umptious. The wanton sigh might have persisted had it not been stifled by Heather's lips meeting his. The kiss was tender and full of passion. Mmm, perhaps he had made the right decision after all. As she pulled away she confided: "Sorry but I wanted do that all evening, Matthew."

Matthew lolled back breathless and content in the voluminous seat as the limousine passed through unfamiliar streets and into a quarter of Manila his father had warned him to avoid. Drug-ravaged working girls hung around on street corners whilst teenaged tearaways revved bike engines. Graffiti spread like poison ivy wherever a wall stod idle. He hoped the limousine was bullet-proof. "It not so bad as it look," Heather defended.

They pulled up outside a ramshackle bungalow and kissed once more before Heather eased him away. "Thank you Matthew for bringing me home safely. I no want to disturb my sisters so I no ask you in. I hope you understand."

As the powerful engine rumbled to a halt, the front door opened a crack and the curtains twitched. "Looks like they've already been disturbed," Matthew observed wryly.

Heather smiled uneasily. "You know what young girls are like..."

Matthew did, only too well: Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy were testament to a young girl's curiosity. And from the looks of things, these three girls were a pretty little bunch also. One had fearlessly ventured onto the step in her nightgown to check on the big car and to catch a glimpse of Heather's latest suitor. "Go back inside," she chastised, before turning back. "I have early start in morning. I see you soon though?"

Though Matthew was disappointed he was not inconsolably so, particularly when she suggested sheepishly: "Perhaps we meet for lunch tomorrow? You come into the office, yah?"

He agreed and they exchanged a parting embrace before her generously proportioned bum bobbled down the path, shooing the errant sister inside. Leaning over, Matthew asked the driver to take him home where second prize awaited - or was it first prize?

Early that week he'd invested in the webcam and microphone after the girls in England had pooled their money to do likewise. It wasn't the same as being there – not by any stretch of the imagination – but at least it meant they could stay in contact. Beth's bright idea, so far she'd been the main user. Dazzling her brother with slow seductive stripteases or regaling him with erotic tales, Matthew soon found himself masturbating with carefree abandon on the other side of the screen. Eventually, she'd done the same, pushing those delicate brown fingers up that beautiful hot cunt with purpose, and reliving their amazing times together, until both exploded in earth shattering orgasms.

Meg had been more strait-laced during her one and only webcast, a sign perhaps that she was either guiltstruck over their incestuous liaisons, or that she'd found someone else. She didn't say as much, chatting about her day and all manner of silly stuff, but Matthew was perceptive. He suspected she Marco were more than just friends. Nonetheless, it was a pleasure just to see her pretty face again even if it wasn't on his cock.

In her webcast, Amy combined a little of Beth and a little of Meg, starting off by telling Matthew about her day at school before ending up stripping naked. Growing aroused, Matthew told her to pinch each nipple and imagine they were his fingers on her tight young body, Amy, still busily discovering the joys of sexuality, was set off on an irreversible path, rubbing her clit frenziedly to orgasm. And yes, her breasts had grown since his departure, Matthew revealed, leaving his youngest sister in rapture.

Jo's brief appearance had consisted mainly of filling her brother in on her relationship with shopgirl Caz. Only, to Matthew's dismay, she left out all the juiciest bits! She did, however, promise her brother something special for next time. He'd looked forward to that and hopefully now was the time to make good on the pledge.

However, it was Beth's pretty coffee-coloured face that appeared on the screen within the screen, Matthew clicking twice so that the image expanded fully. "Hi honey," he heralded into the mic.

"Hi babes," she responded. "How are yoo-hoo?"

Wound up with sexual tension first by Connie then by Heather, Matthew found himself needy and in no mood for small talk. "Show me your tits," he growled.

"Only if you show us that lovely cock, BIG brother," she bartered, licking her lips seductively.

Us, thought Matthew, sliding a hand in the fly of his boxers and unleashing the semi-hard appendage, wiggling it beneath the webcam's lens. "Awww, it's still asleep," Beth observed.

He feasted upon the brief sight of her dusky bra-clad breasts as she lifted the blouse teasingly then let it fall to gain maximum teasing effect. At that moment, appearing on the screen also, Jo sidled up behind her sister, resting her chin on the younger girl's shoulder. "Mmm, it is asleep, isn't it? What do you think would make it harder?" Jo enquired.

Matthew pondered then grinned. "Seeing you two kiss," he replied breathily.

"But I'm straight," Beth protested.

"Is she hell?" dismissed Jo with an evil grin, nuzzling the younger girl's ear. "She's been with more slutty girls than you have, baby brother."

Shrugging her off, Beth maintained with a pout: "Have not."

"Have."

"HAVE NOT!"

"Hmm, she doesn't seem too keen to want to kiss me," Jo mused. "What do you think I should do, bro?"

Matthew exhaled, cock jerking and needing little more incentive to inflate to its full and impressive potential than the threat of coercian. Slowly he drew back the foreskin and stroked gently, unveiling the bulbous purple tip. "I think you should make her kiss you, Jo."

"Hmm, do you now...?" the older girl pondered with a devilish glint in her eye.

With that she grabbed Beth forcibly, a girlie catfight ensuing. They rolled one way then the other, Beth's heightened screeching blaring out of the mic. Yet being older, stronger and far more spiteful, the tomboy was able to overpower her demure little sister quite readily. Beth squealed and mewed as she was pinned down beneath Jo.

Matthew watched enthralled as Jo adjusted, pressing her lips to Beth's, the younger girl twisting and struggling to get her head out of the way. At the same time, Jo's spare hand slid the length of Beth's thigh, gathering up a length of skirt hem until her palm rested upon the crotch of Beth's little white panties. The kiss was long and dramatic sounding, prompting Beth to splutter and gag. "Oh she tastes just divine," Jo enthused, causing a tingle in Matthew's loins and a dollop of precum to spill out of the eye.

Matthew sighed as the pair grappled once more and Jo forced herself on the younger girl. Using her superior strength and a strong knee to the groin, Jo prised Beth's thighs apart, the crotch material of the knickers stretching and gripping tight to Beth's pussy. As it pulled taut, the fibres rubbed against the crack, causing Beth's plump cunt lips to swell. Beth issued a token struggle but it all was in vain as Jo held her firmly down. "What should I do next, bro?" she enquired.

Matthew exhaled, aroused beyond belief. "Suck her tits...bite them," he ordered, so carried away in the whole charade he was on the verge of cumming all too prematurely.

With a tug, Jo tore her sister's blouse open, buttons popping out like tiddlywinks to reveal Beth's slim brown torso. The lacy black bra had a front clasp, allowing the petite girl no opportunity to retain a semblance of modesty as she was wholly dominated. A grinning Jo complied with her brother's request, leaning in and prompting Beth to shriek merry hell as her nipples were attacked, first sucked, then chewed vigorously. "Ohhhhhhh," the younger girl wailed. "Stop her, Matthew...please."

Matthew was in no mind to allow that, fist blurring around a rock hard manhood. "Now show me her lovely cunt," he mouthed hoarsely into the mic.

Jo took hold of the upper hem of the panties and tugged upwards. Beth yelped as the material stretched and tightened like cheesewire into her cunt, causing the swollen labia to spill obsenely from the sides. The fabric was strained to breaking point and stained from the girl's seeping pussy juices, gathering in gross proportions as she was forced to submit to lust. "Oh please tell her to stop, Matthew," Beth pleaded.

Jo looked across for direction. "Should I let her go?"

"No way," Matthew roared. "Show me her pussy."

Jo pulled at the panties so hard that eventually they tore at the crotch, coming away in her hand to reveal Beth's beautiful timmed black-haired pussy in all its glory. With an evil grin she sniffed at the gusset of the frayed knickers. "Oh my Matthew, your little sister is such a stinky-cunted little slut."

Matthew sighed wistfully, slowing down the masturbation so as to savour the moment.

"What are you, Beth huh? Tell Matthew. Tell Matthew what you are Beth!" Jo commanded.

"Noooooo," Beth appealed from beneath her sister.

"TELL HIM!" ordered Jo through gritted teeth as she took hold of a nipple and twisted it mercilessly.

Beth screamed but held her lip, shaking her head in denial like a crack spy determined to take a top secret to the grave.

"Tell him you little bitch," Jo spat with venom, twisting the other nipple one way then back again.

Beth yelped and thrashed around helplessly. "Oh God Matthew, make her stop."

"Never!" he boomed. "Unless you admit it."

With Beth maintaining her silence, Jo took both hard teats between thumb and forefinger and pinched and twisted, pulled and squeezed until finally her younger sister's resolve was broken. "Ow-eeeeeeee, please nooooooo. Okay, okay. I'm a dirty little slut."

"Louder," Matthew ordered.

"Oh no, please, okay. I'M A DIRTY LITTLE SLUT!"

Upon hearing the admission, Matthew was forced to stop wanking completely for fear of an early bath. He really was being treated to something special tonight and a reminder – if one were needed – of exactly what he was missing in England.

Without further prompting Jo repositioned on top of Beth so that her knees were either side of the younger girls head, her body across Beth'd in the 69 position. Her jigglesome arse on Beth's face filled the webcam's boundaries. Though he couldn't see for backside, Matthew could hear the exaggerated slurps from Jo's tongue on Beth's cunt and Beth's tongue on Jo's cunt, picked up on the mic. Coming up for air, Jo revealed: "My my, your sister''s a wet little slut tonight, Matthew. Hmm, what should I make her do next? Shall I make her lick my arse?"

"Oh fuck yesssssss," Matthew hissed at the screen, then louder, baying: "Lick her arse Beth, you slut."

"Lick my arse, bitch," Jo added with ferocity.

Beth's face contorted like she'd eaten a rotten apple but grudgingly – or not as the case may be – she lifted her tongue to Jo's nether regions. The tip glided gingerly around the rim, leaving a trail of saliva on the fringes of the brown knot. Jo sighed with joy, wiggling at Matthew. Steeling herself, Beth pressed her tongue to the centre and dabbed it back and forth. Jo's subsequent squeal of delight could be heard halfway to Manila. Gradually becoming accustomed to the acrid taste, Beth circled and pressed the tip to the brown bullseye, the knot puckering uncontrollably.

Reaching up, Beth took hold of Jo's buttocks and prised them apart as wide as she could, the hole at the centre yielding unwillingly. At the same time she forced her tongue right up the middle. Letting go, Jo's arse clamped shut and sealed tight over the pointy tongue tip. With her free hand, a no longer so reluctant Beth went straight for Jo's cunt, fitting her whole four fingers inside. She jabbed back and forth as her tongue worked slowly free of its anal imprisonment. She continued to lick and lap eagerly, teasing the ring and sending Jo into ecstasy. Complemented by a dozen rough fistings up her elder sister's deeply aroused love tunnel, Beth made Jo cum like never before, coating her face in a spray mask of pussy juice.

Sadly, so engrossed were the pair in one another's cunts that they missed Matthew's crowning moment. It took the horny young fellow by surprise too, arriving with the intensity of a triple coronary. The rope of cum shot ten feet in the air, clearing the laptop, whereupon it banked then arced downward and sploshed on the TV screen some twenty feet away on the other side of the room. He had to look twice to believe it before slumping back breathless on the couch.

He continued to watch as Jo's tongue brought Beth, the last to cum, to a glorious climax, leaving all three's lust totally satiated. Issuing a farewell to the girls, he promised to see them soon. They chorused that he would, and only wished it were in the flesh. Matthew agonised for a few moments before promising he'd do his utmost to fix a holiday soon. But was it more than a holiday he craved?

On the other hand, the introduction of the lovely Heather into his life complicated matters. Her refusal to get carried away on the first date merely added to her allure. Then there were her teenaged sisters who surely needed a man's guiding hand. And maybe sex kitten Connie Truong might yet provide a kinky avenue worth exploring. Then there was the business opportunity offered by Johnny Frio. And Ryder Tower. When he thought about it, it was tougher to leave Manila than he'd envisaged.

One thing was for sure, Matthew Ryder was going nowhere in the short term until his inheritance came through. So in the meantime he might as well make the most of what the Philippines had to offer. And over the coming weeks he certainly intended to.

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Introduction:

Life in Manila takes an eventful turn.

The morning after Tino Sala's dinner party Matthew Ryder rose early, planning to spend the day with newfound mentor Johnny Frio. He wanted to know as much as possible about the business. The financial incentives notwithstanding, the thrill of being around hidden cameras and covert activity appealed immensely to a seventeen-year old whose horizons were being expanded by the day.

Johnny's office was located at the northern end of the marina, a brisk walk in the cool morning air. As he passed by, Matthew was heartened to see a hive of activity around Ryder Tower so early in the day. The vast plastic cover removed, the orange-brown brickwork shone like a beacon, making an imposing sight. It would be some landmark in the coming years and not a bad pension plan either! But for now he had other matters to concentrate upon.

Only too happy to dedicate time to a young man he'd already developed a paternal instinct towards, Johnny welcomed Matthew into the squat office. He began by explaining the nuts and bolts of the company, disclosing that referrals fell into three main categories. The main work came from insurance companies and lawyers that required video evidence for the purposes of litigation. This mainly involved shooting film of claimants doing things they shouldn't: what was commonly known as malingering. Likewise, the government used his services to obtain evidence of fraudsters working whilst claiming benefits. The third strand was the private jobs, 'the juicy stuff': husbands seeking proof of their wives having affairs, and vice versa. Matthew nodded thoughtfully to demonstrate that he was absorbing it all. "Okay, I'm in."

Smiling, he went to shake his new partner's hand, only for Johnny to raise his hands before dropping the bombshell. "Whoa Matthew, you think it that easy?"

Matthew's eyes narrowed. "Oh I thought..."

"Nah, first you have to prove your suitability. Not everyone cut out to do what I do, you know."

"Prove my suitability?"

"Yah, your initiation test."

Matthew rubbed at his chin. "Test?"

"Yah, to show me you make worthy partner."

"How do you mean...? I...um...I've never done anything like this before...I'm not sure I..."

Johnny waved away his prot?'s concerns. "I set you simple task to begin with, yah."

"Um, o-okay."

"Don't sound so scared, you enjoy this task," Johnny revealed, eyes sparkling. "I want you retrieve the hidden camera."

Matthew frowned, more so when Johnny revealed: "It's still attached to Connie's suspender belt."

Matthew's jaw dropped and he swallowed hard. "You're joking?"

Johnny issued a grave expression. "No joke. These things no grow on trees, you know."

Matthew didn't like the sound of the task one bit, and his face told as much.

"You no think you can do it, Matthew no? And you want be surveillance expert like Uncle Johnny?"

"Yes, but..."

"Yes but nothing," the older man countered. "In twenty-five years in the business this face been punched so many times I lose count, I been chased through fields by gangsters, bitten by vicious dogs, threatened with violence...This no job for a shrinking violet."

Though he was apprehensive, Matthew took exception to the challenge to his masculinity, pushing out his chest like a rooster. "Okay, I'll, um, do it."

"Good, good. I done all groundwork, so easy-peasy. Connie, she no go work this morning, drink too much last night and not get home till four in morning. She so drunk she still have same stockings on from last night."

Johnny produced the sleek black receiver from the previous evening. Sure enough the camera was still in place on Connie's thigh, trained upon a smooth yet gently sleeping pussy.

The thought of sexual matters cheered Matthew. "Did she spend the rest of the evening at Tino's without her panties on?"

Johnny grinned. "She sure did – and drunker she get, the more flirtatious she become. If you'd hang around, Matthew, you'd have been well in!"

"Really?"

Johnny's smile evaporated. "Maybe, maybe not."

"Oh?"

"Perhaps I shouldn't tell you this..."

"What? Oh Johnny, you have to now..."

Johnny pursed his lips. "Let's just say, after you leave, she not very complimentary about you."

"Oh? In what way?"

Johnny exhaled. "She say you are like all Englishmen, you have no balls. And she call Heather cheap peasant and say you must be cheap peasant too."

"Oh did she now?"

"Yes. Now go bring back my camera."

The ploy had worked to perfection and the young apprentice ambled off, mulling over in his mind just where to start. Initiative was needed to succeed. He recalled the table talk from the previous evening and gradually pieced together a plan. Connie lived close to the marina, perhaps no more than five minutes away. All he needed was a plausible way to get inside.

Ah yes, he still had her phone number. Subtlety would get him nowhere, that much was certain. It was time to be brave. No balls indeed. He'd show her. Removing the mobile phone from his pocket, Matthew made the call. Connie sounded groggy, cheering perceptively when she learned who it was. "Um, it's just that I'm in the area," Matthew revealed. "I could, um, use a cup of tea and it sounds like you could too."

He awaited her response, heart pounding and scarcely able to believe he was going through with this. But she appeared receptive to the idea and, having gained directions, the wannabe investigator headed to her apartment. On the way he passed Joe the Shammy, Manila's most famous window cleaner, the pair exchanging a hearty greeting.

An intercom system meant that Connie didn't need to leave the comfort of her bed. "Hello?" he called out, creeping up the hallway and onto the stairs, a bedroom door slightly ajar with soft music and a bluish light seeping out.

Drawn like a moth to a flame, Matthew pushed open the door and stepped inside the partly lit bedroom. Lying atop the bed in the sulphur-like glow and clad in just stockings and suspenders, Connie made no effort whatsoever to cover up. Dark straggly tentacles of hair spilled on the pillow and her pert breasts were brazenly on display. His eyes lowered to fix upon the top of a crack that was just visible between her legs. "So, how do you like your tea?" he enquired.

"Like my men," she revealed.

Matthew raised his eyebows after which Connie elucidated: "Hot, sweet and white."

Matthew swallowed hard.

"But forget the tea, yah Matthew. Get over here and fuck me now."

The teenager's eyes expanded. Honest to goodness he'd never intended for this to happen - at least not this quick. Given what she'd allegedly said about him at the dinner party and basking in the warmth of his fledgling relationship with Heather, his only feelings for Connie at that moment were of disdain. But she was like a rabid bitch on heat, foaming at the mouth, and - surprise surprise - he was horny as hell.

As he dithered by the side of the bed, Connie seized control, reaching up to loosen the tie and unbutton the shirt in one eager movement. Swooning at the strong chest beneath, she ran her talons through the light thatch of hair at its centre. At the same time, Matthew wrestled down his trousers and boxers, kicking them off to kneel naked before her on the bed.

Her breasts were little raised mounds sitting proudly upon her chest and topped off with attentive brown nipples that craved attention. Matthew wasted no further time with misgivings, surrendering to lust. The left teat fitted snugly in his pursed lips, treated to a good hard suck until it swelled and felt ready to explode in his mouth. Baring his teeth, Matthew nibbled around the aureola, tongue lapping at the nipple's underside. Connie groaned with lust, eyes sparkling at having bagged this prize so easily. There was more to Matthew than perhaps she'd given him credit for. What she didn't realise was how much more.

He moved across to the right breast, leaving a thick trail of saliva between the pair, before doing the same to the other, only more forcefully and with more bite, causing Connie to squeal and scrape her nails over his scalp. Hands moving back behind her head, she took a firm grip on the upright metal bars of the bedstead. Matthew adjusted so that he towered over her, knees between hers. Leaning down so that their stomachs brushed, his arms fitted across hers, big hands covering the little clenched fists that gripped so tight to the bedstead as if she was scared to let go.

Their bodies rolled together, both manoeuvring to gain optimum position, his cock scraping up the left inner thigh to nestle at the waiting pussy entrance. But just as he was about to plunge in, Matthew stopped sharp. Reaching aside, his hand fell upon the discarded tie. "Oh Matthew, you no going to tie me up like naughty little girl, are you?" she breathed, eyes twinkling.

Matthew smiled wickedly. He'd adjudged her a kinky little bitch from the very first moment they met and was pleased to see the hunch was right. How could Johnny ever have doubted his judgement? He was going to make a great investigator, blessed with cunning, intuition and guile.

He slipped the silken neckpiece around her wrists, securing them to the bedstead, her hands wiggling above. When through gritted teeth Connie prompted him to tie it harder, Mhthewe pulled the knot extra tight, then looped another, eliciting a whimper. She tugged, testing the knot and causing the metal grille to rattle noisily, wrists secured fast. Her big black eyes were as wide and wondrous as a child's on Christmas Day as Matthew rubbed his hands with glee. "You're my helpless little slut," he mouthed.

Connie groaned.

He didn't imagine she wanted to be made love to. No, the filthy Filipina whore wanted it rough and uncompromising, no holds barred. And he was happy to oblige, only too happy. With little regard for her as a person, his feelings comprised lust for her tidy body and revulsion for what she'd said about him and Heather. No foreplay or preamble, he placed his hands beneath her arse and pawed roughly, kneading a pair of strong fingers into the plump flesh and elevating her pussy in readiness. Connie whimpered at the show of forceful authority, already dripping wet at the prospect of being treated roughly.

Matthew's cock nudged between her legs in readiness, desperate to get inside that delicious little cunt. Connie's eyes expanded upon seeing and then feeling its imperious girth, arching to lift her wanton pussy toward the rapidly descending knob. Matthew aimed straight and true, embedding the bulbous head in soft moist crack in one easy motion and impaling half the shaft before it stuck fast. Connie squealed in a mix of pleasure and pain, evacuating her lungs of air. "Oh fuck Matthew, yesssssss," she mouthed hoarsely, cunt walls stretched wider than she'd imagined was possible.

Yet frustratingly he remained only half in and, despite heaving and pushing, the tiny vagina steadfastly refused to accept any more shaft. Despite being a decade older, unbelievably she was tighter than Amy. Shifting the angle of attack, he lifted beneath her knees, shuffling forward and trying to work deeper into the snug crevice. Connie did her best to relax, but the simple fact was that she'd never had a guy before with a cock as thick as Matthew's.

Nor one as determined! A retraction of the buttocks and a huge intake of air, he literally hammered his cock forward. Some give, accompanied by an ear-piercing wail, an extra inch disappeared. The legal executive thrashed about, begging clemency, Ignoring the protests, Matthew stabbed repeatedly until just the uppermost inch of shaft remained exposed. Anchored by her wrists wrapped tight around the bedstead, Connie was at his complete mercy as he mauled at her tits, nibbled her neck and moved his cock in and out in an attempt to create sufficient lushness to bury the entire shaft.

A painful procedure on both parties' behalfs, it was Connie that bore the brunt, crying out and tossing her head from side to side as her sweet sex came under ever increasing attack. Yet annoyingly, Matthew remained unable to get the last inch embedded. Stealing another breath, he elevated his buttocks, cock trying to retreat. Yet Connie's snug pussy walls held tight as if not wanting to let it free and he had to really pull hard to work free. "This not such a good idea, you too big," Connie finally admitted.

Paying no heed and with a steely determination, Matthew adopted a new position, lifting her ankles onto his shoulders and taking a firm grip on the cold metal bedstead in order to gain added leverage. He jabbed purposefully, forcing all but that final inch inside. Fearful that he might split her open, Connie spread her thighs as wide as they'd go to enable the deeper penetration Matthew craved. Finally, after half a dozen huge thrusts, the mean pussy yielded and the rock hard appendage totally immersed itself in tight wet cunt. Both gasped till their lungs hurt.

But boy did it feel good. Matthew adored the small Filipina vagina that gripped as tightly as a swimming sock. He could happily have remained inside her like this all morning, cock being gently stimulated by the little electric pulses from the enveloping walls. Yet an all-consuming lust put paid to that whimsical notion. As he drew back in readiness like a marksman taking aim, Connie held her breath, eyes bulging, the pain upon exit almost as severe as going in. Thrashing about, her fingernails dug the palms of her clenched hands until they very nearly drew blood.

Yet the pain would turn soon enough to liquid delight as the eager young stud began a slow and steady rhythm, building like an overture. Much as he'd liked to have taught her a good lesson, anything harder or faster was rendered impossible by the tight vagina. Connie was totally overwhelmed as her teen lover took control, astounding her with his power and athleticism. Her cunt ached, yet it ached so good, as he moved in and out as rapidly as he could.

And such a talented lover, she swooned, his hands were everywhere, beguiling her. One moment they were busy kneading her arse cheeks, the next squeezing her breasts. She could barely keep up with what he was doing to her body and the sensations he created. Generous with his mouth too, licking and nibbling around the upper torso and sucking the nipples, occasionally he'd reward her with a tender kiss on the lips before breaking away teasingly.

Connie's head was swimming and very soon her cunt was too. It took a good deal of toing and froing but eventually, no longer restricted by the initial tightness, iMatthew was able to move freely in and out. Indeed, it was if as if her cunt had been tailored to his exact requirements, the fluid motion akin to a well-oiled machine. As their bodies melted together, he found a higher gear, pounding in and out with complete abandon, battering her cunt senseless. The bed creaked painfully, matching the urgent strokes as up and down his buttocks pumped, firing his cock into the far reaches of the Filipina's awesome little hole.

Their bodies pressed tightly, Connie spread her knees wider until they were laid almost flat, allowing yet deeper access. Gripping so tight on the head rail his knuckles turned white, Matthew inflicted an unerring series of long deep thrusts before stopping momentarily to gather up Connie's ankles once more. He lifted and pushed them back until they touched the horizontal metal rail, her pussy gaping. Resting his bodyweight against the backs of her legs, his hands gripping the bar, he slotted the bloated cock head back inside a now almost welcoming cunt, pushing until his balls brushed Connie's perineum. "Fuck meeeeeee!" she pleaded through the gap in her legs, eyes clamped shut.

Matthew didn't need asking twice. In fact, he'd rarely felt as much lust in a brief sexual history. It seemed to be exacerbated by the fact that he didn't actually care for her greatly as a person. That added a somewhat thrilling edge. As a detached object of sexual desire, she took some beating. Mmm, beating – now there was an idea for later. And he felt sure as hell she'd oblige. Bang, bang, bang went his thick prick, the frenzied pounding that bringing both quickly to the verge of orgasm.

Her feet up by Matthew's ears, cunt being rammed unerringly, Connie came first. Her pretty little face wrinkled and she screamed unashamedly as her clit thronged. Feeling her body lapse into uncontrollable spasms and the bedstead rattle, Matthew's balls began to ache and he wasn't too far behind. Plunging down with a final meaningful thrust that felt like it might bust through her womb wall and impale her to the bed, he came with such a forceful spurt that Connie felt sure her internal organs jolted upwards.

Matthew continued to pump incessantly, ejaculating three additional loads of seed into the girl's wanton womb. And still it came and came. Even as he pulled clear, a silvery snail-like trail coated her lower tummy as the girl's legs clapped back down on the bed. Far from being finished, wriggling up to straddle her belly, the teenager squeezed out a ring of cum around each nipple like a chef icing buns. Shuffling higher up her body on his knees, he eked out the last line of spunk across the top lip, painting on a freakish-looking moustache. Connie was so overwhelmed, chest heaving, breath speeding, that she had little appreciation of what was happening to her.

With that, remembering the purpose of the visit, Matthew brushed a hand up an inner thigh to free the micro spy camera. It slipped off into his palm, mission accomplished. Well almost. As a final measure, with Connie helpless, he reached into the discarded suit trousers and removed the mobile phone, holding it to an eye and closing the other. "Smile for the camera," he teased

Coming around, Connie felt the seed above her lips. Tethered, she could only lie and watch as the cameraphone flashed, capturing her cum-coated body. "Now," he hissed, pushing back up close and regarding her with disdain. "You don't breathe a word of this to anyone, okay – particularly Heather. This stays between us."

Heather nodded silently and not a little scared of the cold serial killer look that had taken up residence in Matthew's normally serene eyes. The true fact of the matter was that he was frightened to death of Heather finding out about this sordid episode. At the same time, it surprised him how nasty he'd just been and could be. For the humiliating ordeal wasn't over for Connie yet. And if his calculations were correct...

At that moment a csraping sound at the front of the house alerted the pair. Matthew moved to the window, tugging up his trousers and pulling on the drawstring of the blind. It elevated, flooding the room in unfamiliar daylight. "Oh crap, it looks like your window cleaner has arrived," he observed.

"Quick! The blind!" Connie screeched in a panic, her face completely draining of its colour.

Matthew regarded her with a dumb look.

"Matthew, close blind quick."

He pulled at the string as the top of the ladder planted on the outer brickwork and scratched its way across the outer wall into position, coming to rest just below the glass. "It's okay, looks like he's doing the bottom ones first," Matthew commentated as, down below, Joe the Shammy stopped five rungs up and the lower panes of glass began to squeak under the sponge and soapy water.

"Matthew, please," she pleaded as his salty cum began to trickle down onto her tongue.

"Damn, it's stuck," he replied, tugging earnestly at the drawstring.

As he fought in vain, Connie screamed at him to close it, yanking so hard at the bed that she threatened to snap her wrists. Yet it was genuinely stuck fast, his honest endeavours coming to nothing. "Okay Matthew, forget that, come here, untie me. Quick!" she begged, the spunk reaching her chin as it trickled in an orderly procession.

Matthew moved back across the room, straddling Connie's belly once more and wrestling with the knot above her head. It was secured tighter than he'd imagined, added to which Connie's struggling only made it worse. He couldn't untie her even if he'd wanted to, fumbling in vain, a glance across to the exposed middle window, the bitter light of morning flooding in accusingly. The faraway cleaning suddenly stopped and a foot on a rung and the shake of a bucket could clearly be heard. Joe was ascending. "Quick!" Connie commanded like a broken record as, rung by rung, he climbed nearer.

"Nope, it's stuck tight," Matthew revealed, jumping from the bed.

As the sweaty top of the window cleaner's bald head appeared in the pane, Matthew decided to make himself scarce, heading for the door amid a hollow-sounding apology. Her pussy on full display, Connie tried moving onto her side in a vain attempt to cover up. But that merely revealed her gorgeous rump and pulled her wrists so tight that it was sheer hell. Attaining the most comfortable position possible, which was on her back, she could at least cross her stockinged legs to hide her pussy, but could do nothing about her tits, exposed and glistening with Matthew's dewy seed.

The window cleaner's moonshaped face appeared in view just as Matthew exited. The guilty-ish young man watched through the crack in the bedroom door as Connie moaned, cringed and hyperventilated. A slow-motion moment elapsed before the balding window cleaner realised what he'd stumbled upon, eyes almost popping out of his head. He must have thought all his birthdays had come at once as the helpless legal executive lay there naked with cum making rivulets down her chin and ribcage.

The incredible thing was that, like a true professional, the window cleaner went about his business as if nothing was amiss. Though his eyes did furtively dart back and forth intermittently. Five minutes of squelching wet shammy on glass added to Connie's aching humiliation before Joe climbed back down with a little smile. He'd have plenty to tell his mates at the Cockleshell Club that evening. Matthew contemplated leaving her there for the day, or calling the fire brigade, but that would be plain cruel. He had made his point. Returning from the bathroom with a pair of scissors, he cut free the poor girl, fleeing before she could inflict violent retribution. "I'll see myself out," he cried in mid flight.

He headed back to the marina to be greeted by a grinning Johnny. It was only then that Matthew realised it might have been wiser to remove the camera sooner rather than later. Johnny had witnessed it all. Ah well, he was still new to the game and learning the ropes, so to speak. Johnny sniggered as the hidden camera was returned to his safe keeping. "I think you'll fit in here just fine, Matthew."

"Mmm, me too."

"Though I warn you, not all assignments as thrilling as this one. You have to take rough with smooth."

Both laughed uncontrollably.

The mentor spent a further hour or so familiarising his charge with the systems and procedures before lunchtime arrived and his date with Heather. He called into reception and whisked her off to the floating restaurant in Manila Bay where he'd reserved the best table. A first for the simple and uncomplicated girl, she was overwhelmed among the high flyers and well heeled. "Ah Matthew, you spoil me," she observed with a smile.

"You deserve to be spoiled," he countered with pride, trying to put Connie out of mind.

After a wonderful lunch of fried chicken and salad and some fine conversation, he walked her back to the office, enquiring a little reticently if she'd care to see him again that evening. To his joy, she accepted and they agreed on his place which was more private, they agreed. In readiness for her arrival, he tidied around as best he could to try to make as presentable as possible. He really did need to find a housekeeper fast.

That evening they watched a DVD chosen by Heather from his vast library, quickly discovering a shared passion for gangster movies. Both inherently shy, at first they kept a safe distance on the couch and it was only as the credits on the first Godfather film rolled up the screen that finally Heather returned the intimacy Matthew craved, sliding up alongside. He turned his head and their noses brushed tentatively. Heather smiled and tilted her head, allowing closer access, an invitation Matthew was quick to accept.

As their lips engaged and his hand brushed her hip she issued a little whimper. His other hand moved across also, stroking a waist that was so slender he could get his hands around it. The sleight body lifted easily into his lap, her back to his chest, legs overhanging like a child. It meant he could play with her whilst she could still watch the TV, which just so happened to have found its way onto a late night soft porn flick.

Coincidentally, the couple in the movie were seated in a similar position to the couple watching, the key difference being that the actress was Heather's opposite: a blonde with humungous tits. As the actor nibbled his co-star's neck, Matthew did likewise. Heather sighed lovingly, tilting her head. As the actor's hands moved to cup the heaving orbs, Matthew copied the move, a groan escaping his lover's lips. As she relaxed back into him, he caught a glimpse of her smiling reflection on the screen. As the actor firmly palmed his partner's tits through a tight blouse, Matthew did the same through Heather's t-shirt. Small but perfectly formed, they were two lovely apple sized breasts. Heather whispered over her shoulder: "You prefer girls with bigger breasts, yah?"

"No, not all," Matthew countered. "Yours are gorgeous."

"She very attractive though, you no think?"

Matthew made no response, instead issuing a light kiss of reassurance to the girl's neck. As the actress lifted her arms, Heather mimicked the action, allowing him to hoist clear the t-shirt. Both stared at the woman's exposed cleavage, held compactly in a silken and virtually see-through bra. "She is attractive, yeah," Matthew admitted finally. "But not half as attractive as you," he added, awaiting further instruction from the TV.

Heather smiled, allowing his warm hands to cover her little boobs through a sexy black lace bra. She too seemed anxious to discover what happened next in the movie. The actor reached around to paw, lifting and separating the fleshy orbs. The oversized breasts jiggled and, as he upped the tempo, one spilled out of its cup. Heather's more modest assets needed a prompt, so Matthew pushed his hand in the side and helped the corresponding breast out, resting it over the lace top. Heather might not have the cup size but the nipple at its centre was a work of art, ripe and chocolate brown and sprouting a good half an inch.

As the actress in the film lifted an arm, her partner ducked his head beneath, locking his lips around the teat and gazing up into her eyes in lust. Heather did likewise, elevating an arm and allowing Matthew to mimic the move. Taking the erect nipple between his lips he sucked with purpose. Overjoyed at this sizzling turn of events, the thing that made Matthew even happier was witnessing the way Heather seemed to enjoy watching the other couple. After all the amazing things he'd experienced in England, nothing less than a broadminded girl with similar voyeuristic tendencies would do for Matthew. And Heather might just be it.

As the actor leaned around and kissed all the way down the blonde's ribcage, Matthew mirrored the move, keeping one eye on the screen for instruction. A hand slipped inside the actress' skirt, accommodated as her thighs widened to allow the roving fingers access. Heather purred in delight and anticipation, knees sliding apart and Matthew was quick to act, hand moving inside to cup a panty-covered crotch and feel the heat radiating from a pussy burning with desire. His fingers slipped and squelched as they pressed. He loved the feel and evidently Heather was enjoying herself too.

As the actress placed a tiny hand on top of her screen lover's for guidance, Heather did likewise, angling Matthew's fingertips up the inside of the cotton and into the soft moist slit. The cunt puckered to allow entrance, so soft and moist, before sealing tight around the knuckle. Heather wiggled and pushed until the tip located her swollen love button. The girl on Matthew's lap was so wet it kept eluding his touch, squirming around like a tadpole in spawn.

As Matthew waggled his fingers frenziedly, Heather's pussy started drip-dripping on his thigh, coating it with a wondrous elixir. Onscreen, the love scene reached a foreshortened and unsatisfactory climax, courtesy of the Filipino censor. That was the signal for the real-life lovers to improvise. It was evident that Heather craved an orgasm so badly, she started bouncing up and down aimatedly on Matthew's fingers. All he had to do was hold still as she plunged and scraped the sensitive nub against his fingernails. Quickly attaining a shattering climax, she squealed and came hard, shaking with glee. "Oh Matthew, that felt wonderful," she gushed.

After a moment's respite, craning upwards she gave him a light peck on the jowl before receding and melting into his arms like a child. Nursing a raging hard-on, it was Matthew's turn to crave attention, yet he was to be left disappointed. "I no want rush things, Matthew," she mouthed dreamily, eyes bulging at the sight of the concealed bulge.

Within seconds, she was snoozing in his arms like a baby, leaving Matthew to content himself with the rest of the movie. He didn't mind unduly, in fact he found it all quite endearing. Being forced to wait for sex was part of the chase.

Heather awoke an hour later and climbed from his lap saying she really must go. At that moment a thought came to mind, a lightbulb moment in her head. "Hey Matthew, maybe I help you. Or one of my sisters, maybe help you," she clarified.

Matthew looked back guiltily, shifting to cover an erection in his feans that felt like a lightsaber. "Sorry? Run that past me again."

"My sisters, they can both do cleaning – and both in need of job."

"Oh I see," he said, relieved.

And yes, despite his best endeavours, the house was in need of a professional touch. On reflection, it made sense. "Well I could certainly use the help. And if things with Johnny work out, I'll be spending a lot of time out and about. But how do I choose which one?"

Heather shrugged. "Perhaps you give them both trial, see which you prefer?"

Matthew rubbed his chin. "Okay, I tell you what: send them both over and I'll take on the best."

"Oh would you Matthew? Thank you, thank you, Matthew, thank you," Heather enthused, each of her thank yous accompanied by a kiss.

A huge hug and he walked the girl to her car, a decrepit Mazda. He made a mental note to buy her something newer when finances allowed. A final lingering kiss and a promise to see each other soon, and she disappeared in a grey fog into the cool Manila night. Matthew traipsed back inside thoughtfully, securing the latch. In the interim, a message had been recorded on the answerphone. He pressed play and sat back to listen. "Matthew, it Connie..."

He swallowed hard, a little guilty still. Presumably having recovered from the morning's ordeal, she had some scathing words to impart. Having just watched The Godfather, he hoped she didn't know any hitmen, for undoubtedly he deserved it.

"Matthew, what you do to me this morning very wrong..." Connie's voiced echoed.

Lips pursed contritely, he nodded at the telephone, wanting to apologise.

"Wrong, but it turn me on so much," her message continued. "I can't stop thinking about it all day long. I keep needing to take care of myself..."

Matthew exhaled forcefully. Now that was a turn-up for the books.

"Call me soon yah. We have lots more fun."

The erection that had subsided in the wake of Heather's departure was raging once more. Just thinking about Connie and her lack of inhibition was a major turn on. But, at close to midnight, he had no intention of being at Connie's beck and call. In fact, he might just tease her mercilessly for a few days with a little aloofness, until she begged him. She'd be putty in his hands, he reckoned. Yeah, he liked that idea.

Yet that didn't serve his immediate need. Switching on the laptop, he went in search of instantaneous and much needed relief. Thankfully, the webcam in England was in operation and, as if by some strange telepathic connection, right at that moment a family member came into view with a similar thought in mind.

Matthew was overjoyed to discover it was his mother, the first time they'd spoken since his return. Clad in just an airy scarlet bathrobe, her blonde hair was damp from the bath. She oozed sex appeal as only a middle-aged woman could, large breasts clearly outlined in the robe, nipples in a state of supreme arousal. As equally pleased to see her son, she blew a smoochy kiss at the cam. Matthew blew one back.

Some brief small talk later, both seemed to read one another's minds. Reaching into the pocket of the gown, Hannah produced a mammoth flesh-coloured dildo. "My new toy," she revealed, before adding: "I've christened it Matthew."

"Oh mum," he sighed longingly, unzipping immediately to produce its twin, the real thing. "Press it deep inside you and imagine that's my lovely cock."

"Oh yesssssss," Hannah growled.

With that she eased the silken belt through the hip hooks, causing the gown to part down the middle and a pair of udder-like breasts to plunge and hang free. "Tell me what to do, Matthew," she said with a purr.

Matthew knew exactly. "Suck one of those gorgeous nipples for me, mum."

Hannah smiled and cupped a hand beneath the left orb, elevating the fleshy globe to her lips. Out came her tongue to lick all around, spittle glazing the aureola. Her pouted lips took the teat and she slurped and slobbered. "Oh that feels so good," she clamoured.

On the other side of the world, Matthew's hand wrapped firmly around his rock hard cock and he began a gentle stroking motion. "That's it baby boy," she enthused. "Wank that monster for your mummy."

Stretching out, she let the nipple fall from her mouth and the breast heave back into place. Thighs parting she placed the rubber 'Matthew' to the blonde mound. The soft pink lips pursed, allowing the bulbous plastic head to work its way inside the slit. "Ohhhhhhh fuck, Matthew," Hannah moaned, biting her bottom lip. "That feels sooooooo good."

"Push it right up and keep imagining that's me," Matthew directed, increasing the tempo on the real cock in his fist. "Fantasise about me laying on top of you and shoving my hard cock up your juicy pussy."

"Oh Jesus Matthew, yesssssss."

As the toy disappeared inside her hot spread cunt, Hannah wiggled her hips and issued a huge moan of appreciation. "Oh Matthew, so big inside mummy."

Matthew loosened his grip, trying to make his palm as soft as that gorgeous cunt that filled the computer screen. In his mind he was there with her in England, making passionate love. Oh how he desired to lie on top, thrusting away with complete abandon. "Oh mum, I want you so badly," he hissed.

"Me too," she echoed. "What next darling?"

"Take it out and suck the dildo for me," he suggested. "Tell me what you taste like."

Contracting her pussy muscles, Hannah eased the rubber cock back out without neding to use her hands. It was dripping with cunt juice. She did as requested, gathering up the toy and pressing it seductively to her lips. The horny MILF licked longingly. "Oh I taste divine," she cooed, lips glossed with cunt honey.

"Now frig yourself hard till you cum for me," Matthew commanded.

Reaching back between her legs with 'Matthew' in hand, Hannah started to pump with purpose. Eyes locked on her handsome son stroking his lovely cock, the intensely aroused woman's spare hand homed in on her clit, fingers starting to drum at it. She moaned as Matthew upped the tempo, purple bloated cockhead glazed with precum as it leaked alarmingly.

The scene was so damn hot that neither was able to hold back for long. As Matthew felt the orgasm range in, he angled his cock to his belly. "Cum for me baby boy," screeched Hannah at the screen.

And he did, producing a spurt so overwhelming it hit his nose. A second wave left a long thick trail down the centre of his stomach. Witnessing her son cum so hard, Hannah was propelled over the edge immediately, the dildo ejected forcibly amid a squirt of pussy juice. The air was heavy with pained breathing on both sides of the world as each lay back and gasped. It was Hannah that sat up first, forcing a smile. "I have to go now, Matthew. Come home soon, yeah?" she mouthed, dewy-eyed, before ending the connection.

Matthew sniffed, mopped his belly with three Kleenex and headed to bed. So much going on in his life, one question above all played heavily on his mind: Stay in Manila or return to England? Thanks to Ryder Tower, Johnny, Heather and perhaps even Connie, just when he thought the riddle was solved, something like that with his mother came along to remind him just what he was missing back in England.

He didn't suppose the impending visit of Heather's sixteen-year old twin sisters would help to make matters any clearer either. It was one dilemma after another for the poor unfortunate boy!

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Introduction:

Heather's twin sisters brighten up the apartment.

As the days back in Manila turned to weeks, Matthew Ryder's life took a bizarre series of twists and turns, none more so than with Heather's sixteen-year old twin sisters Mia and Tia. An absolute godsend in the wake of Mae-Lin's departure, the apartment began to take on its former glory. A makeshift interview failing to identify one candidate above the other, benevolently Matthew took on both, a decision facilitated by an advance from Tino out of an insurance policy on his father's life.

A godsend yes, but something didn't quite add up. A shrewd young man, Matthew wondered why a sassy girl like Heather would foist a pair of flirtatious young nymphs that oozed sex appeal on her eligible and impressionable boyfriend. It was asking for trouble and whatever way he looked at it, things just didn't make sense. Matthew decided he needed to get to the bottom of it, and quickly.

The intercom buzzed and he allowed the twins up into the apartment for their second clean. He marvelled at their petite bodies as they passed by. Filipina girls being naturally small, it was a rarity to encounter one that stood above his shoulder, yet this pair were like little china dolls, barely five feet tall in white trainers, faded jeans and sweatshirts, with their jet hair tied back in matching pigtails.

Like two giggly schoolgirls around the handsome young man who was romancing their sister, they made in-jokes at one another's expense whilst vying painfully and unsubtly for his attention. Matthew paid little heed to their flirting, for Heather occupied his thoughts entirely. Besides which, his a bad feeling about the whole scenario still lingered.

As Mia set off to the kitchen and Tia to the bathroom, Matthew headed to the study where a laptop was housed. Primed and ready to go, the young man felt a modicum of guilt at what he was about to do. He was quick to remind himself, however, that they were two strangers in an apartment full of expensive artefacts. Rare vases were scattered all over the place, galleries of original paintings hung on the walls and jewellery was stashed in unlocked drawers. That was not to mention an extensive range of expensive electronic gadgetry, all within arm's each.

As such, keeping a close eye on the pair, at least until he trusted them, was an absolute necessity. It didn't take much cunning to slip an expensive trinket into a pocket, and he knew that both girls were desperate for money. Plus there was little point spending endless hours with a surveillance expert if he couldn't take advantage of a few tricks of the trade. The time spent with Johnny Frio had certainly not been wasted, making this was just about the most security-conscious pad in the whole of Manila.

The spy cameras revealed the pair in split-screen precision: Mia in the kitchen mopping the floor with Tia stretched up holding a feather duster to rid the bathroom of a cobweb. The pair worked fastidiously, getting into every nook and cranny and scrubbing away as their lovely plump arses teased the camera. It was then that the telephone rang. "Matthew, it's Johnny, I found out what you wanted."

Not a moment too soon, the young man thought. The instruction had been simple: locate Heather's last fiance and pose a few timely questions. "He no want speak at first," Johnny disclosed. "I have to sweeten him up a little, but it money well spent."

Matthew nodded. "So what is it," he mused, fearing the worst, "some kind of blackmail scam?"

"No, you way off mark, Matthew," Johnny revealed. "From what I learn I get impression Heather just a very insecure young lady."

"Oh, right..."

"I guess you could say her sisters are like a test for prospective boyfriends..."

"Ah, like a honey trap."

"Exactly my friend. Though it must mean she likes you."

"So what happened to the last one?" Matthew enquired.

Johnny chortled. "What you think happened? Temptation too much for him. He slept with both of them of course. Next day he find himself dumped."

Matthew rubbed his chin pensively. Unsure quite how this made him feel about Heather, setting a honey trap hardly endeared her to him. "Cheers Johnny, a job well done."

"So if I was you Matthew, I steer well clear of these naughty little sisters."

Matthew smiled, regaining his composure. Evidently Johnny didn't know him very well, did he? Ever since his time in England, the young daredevil had come to embrace danger with the same disdain as Evel Knieval. No challenge was too extreme. If things worked out the way he planned, he'd get what he wanted from the girls – on his terms – and still keep Heather. It was just a question of biding his time and staying one step ahead.

Settling back into the chair, he watching the pair as they worked up a sweat, brows glazed. In fact, Tia had become so overheated in the bathroom she'd removed her jeans and sweatshirt and was doing the cleaning in underwear alone. And a gorgeous little thing she was too, easy on the eye with tiny breasts and a tight bum. Fifteen minutes elapsed before she was done in the bathroom. He had to admit it looked pretty darn spotless, the white tiles dazzling once more, silver taps glaring and redwood surround sporting a healthy glow. He heard Tia call from upstairs: "Matthew, you like to come and inspect, yah?"

The young man grinned inwardly. Presumably it wasn't the bathroom he was expected to inspect - but a nubile teen in bra and panties. He rose from the laptop and headed up the stairs, passing her sister Mia who was still busy in the spacious kitchen. "You're doing a great job," Matthew offered in encouragement as he passed the girl on her knees, rewarded with a forced smile.

He feigned surprise at witnessing Tia in such a state of undress, in an innocent pose with one leg behind the other, hands by her sides. "It very hot in here," she stated with an explanatory pout, fanning her face vigorously. "You like what you see, yah Matthew?" she enquired coquettishly.

Retaining his cool and a motionless poker face, Matthew replied: "Yes, you've done a very good job, Tia. Though I'm not sure it's entirely appropriate for you to be dressed like that. You might get disinfectant on your skin and burn yourself."

Tia looked back inquisitively, surprised at his concern and how seemingly unaffected he was by the overt show of sexuality. "You want me to put clothes back on, yah?"

Matthew made no reply, deep in thought. A vague reminder from his infant years of seeing Mae-Lin in a French Maid's outfit struck him, back in the days when she had the figure for it. "Our former housekeeper might have left something behind you'll be more comfortable in," he disclosed, maintaining a straight face though inwardly thrilled at the prospect of getting the little nymph into a French Maid's outfit.

He summoned Mia too, seemingly surprised that Matthew remained fully clothed and unaffected. Doubtless she expected to see Tia on her knees sucking his cock or bent over the bath being taken from behind. Was Matthew immune to her sister's undoubted charms? Mia leaned up against him, palm brushing his cock, yet he merely eased her away. "Follow me," he suggested sternly.

Sure enough, there were two outfits in the walk-in closet. A little dusty with age, a good shake restored their colour. Matthew held them up to the light. "You want us to wear those outfits?" the twins gasped in unison, wide-eyed.

"I think it's for the best," replied Matthew gravely, giving nothing away. "I'd hate to be responsible for either of you getting hurt. I'll, um, leave you to get changed."

Upon departing, Matthew secreted one of Johnny's sequin-sized spy cameras above the closet door and dropped a microphone cleverly disguised as a shirt button on the floor. The girls seemed totally bamboozled, the script torn up, they regarded one another with surprise. Matthew, on the other hand, was enjoying the game immensely. From downstairs in the study he watched as Mia stripped down to join her twin in just their underwear. A self-satisfied smile arose on his handsome face as Mia spoke: "Oh gosh Tia, Matthew he make me so damn hot. When you think he try something on with us?"

Tia's face screwed up. "I not sure he will, Mia. I think he truly love Heather."

Matthew beamed. Things were working out perfectly.

Mia stamped her foot. "God damn, my pussy so wet as well."

"Me too," Tia concurred.

The French Maid's outfits remained on the pegs for now as the two girls moved up close to face one another. From the angle the camera was positioned, Matthew couldn't quite make out what was happening, but he imagined that Tia had put her hand inside Mia's panties for she said with a lustful growl: "Oh you are wet, aren't you?"

Mia's moan was muffled as her twin's face moved in stealthily, their lips locking. Arms extended, soon they were engaged in a passionate tongue-twisting embrace, causing Matthew's eyes to bulge. Something else bulged quickly thereafter.

At that moment the phone rang again. He was minded to leave it until he saw from the panel that it was Heather calling from work. This could be interesting, he thought.

"So, how my sisters doing?" Heather enquired. "You pleased with them so far?"

Matthew battled to staunch a chuckle. "Mmm, yes they're absolutely perfect...and they're brightening up the place nicely too."

"They not, um, bother you at all, Matthew?"

"Bother me?" he countered knowingly, sensing her disquiet.

"Well you know what young girls are like."

"Oh I think I can handle a little flirting."

Heather was dumbstruck. Matthew's eyes returned to the screen where Tia had pushed her sister up against the wall and had ripped off her bra. Heather's voice rang out in his ear, but he wasn't really listening. He was busy reaching inside the zipfly and fishing out an extremely hard cock. Giving it a gentle stroke, whilst maintaining eye contact with the screen, it felt so good in his palm. Yet it would feel even better inside Heather's tight pussy, he thought. He had a good mind to get down to the office now and fuck her senseless. He moaned in appreciation as the foreskin stretched back and forth.

"Are you all right, Matthew?" she asked.

"Yes I am," he hissed. "But I miss you so much, Heather."

"I miss you too, Matthew. Look I, um, must go, see you soon, yah?"

"Don't go yet. Talk to me Heather – your sexy voice is really turning me on," he added huskily.

"Matthew, I can't, I'm on the front desk."

"Is anyone else there with you?"

"No, but..."

"Well talk to me then, no one will hear. Tell me how much you really miss me."

"I miss you loads, Matthew," she replied reticently.

On the monitor, Tia was busily sucking the dear life out of Mia's perky nipples, causing the other twin to moan passionately. She moved down, kissing her sister's belly till she was on her knees. Matthew could just about make out an eager tongue pressing at the soft moistness, marked by a series of light groans. Taking a firm grip on the shaft, he began to pump up and down, fighting to stifle the gasps. "Does thinking about me make you wet, Heather?" he enquired breathily.

"Matthew!"

The thought of arousing his demure girlfriend as she sat behind the reception desk in a public building was mightily thrilling for Matthew. It took a little more prompting, however, to hear what he craved. "Well, does it, Heather? Does thinking about me get your tight little pussy wet?"

"Um, yes Matthew," she responded almost unwillingly, before lowering her voice: "It does make me wet."

Matthew grinned, tugging away with purpose. "And what do you intend to do about it?"

"Matthew! No! I can't."

"That's not what I want to hear, Heather. Now I want you to do exactly as I say, understand?"

A silence was met by the command: "Heather, do exactly as I say."

"Y-yes," she answered.

"Okay, I want you to put a hand up inside your skirt for me, Heather."

"Matthew, no! I put phone down if you keep this craziness up," she countered.

"Do it," he growled. "Rub yourself for me. Imagine that's my hand touching you in your most intimate place."

As Matthew listened intently he heard the girl ever so lightly gasp as she finally relented and did as ordered. It caused him to sigh contentedly and a healthy dollop of precum to ooze from the eye. As Heather wrestled with her inhibitions, his gaze returned to her younger sisters on the screen who had few inhibitions of their own. What an incredible family he'd stumbled upon!

Tia's face was buried between her sister's legs, the microphone picking up the generous sucking and slurping sounds that pervaded. Mia's fingers were raking through the other girl's hair, her head tossed back, eyes clamped tight. It was the hottest sight he'd witnessed in a long time, and young Matthew had seen some hot things of late!

"Oh my, Matthew, someone coming into reception," interrupted Heather, breaking the spell.

He exhaled hard, the very thought of that almost making him cum. "That's okay, just leave your hand where it is and deal with things as if nothing's happening."

"Oh gosh Matthew, I can't."

"Do it, Heather!"

He listened as the girl spoke to the visitor, her voice slightly guttural. He wondered with relish if whoever it was could smell her pussy juices lingering on the air. "Find your clit for me, Heather honey, and give it a good hard rub," he continued to order into her earpieces.

"Yesssssss," she hissed under her breath and under his spell. "Oh Matthew, you so naughty. That man he give me funniest look. I sure he suspect something. You got me all wet now."

"Good, now keep rubbing and imagining I'm under the desk. Pinch a nipple too through your blouse."

"Oh I am," she replied breathily. "I want you so much. I no care if someone catches me."

"Good."

If Matthew listened closely enough he could hear the squelch of finger in sopping wet pussy that confirmed she was indeed obeying his order. Yet his attention was distracted momentarily back to the monitor as, onscreen, her sisters continued their illicit tryst. Tia was prodding her tongue enthusiastically up around Mia's clit as Mia pinched each of her nipples and bit into her bottom lip. It was such a heavenly sight, especially when accompanied by Heather's gentle moaning in his ear. All he needed was thirteen-year old Elise sucking his cock and Matthew would have a family to rival his own. As their games reached a peak, Mia's tiny body went into uncontrollable spasm and she let out a gleeful squeal, bathing her twin's face in cunt honey. Changing position she returned the favour.

Lost for a moment in their revelry, Matthew was only brought back to his senses by Heather growling: "Oh gosh Matthew I about to cum..."

That made four of them. Voice quivering, his girlfriend let out a gleeful squeal akin to her younger sister's pleasured tones. Matthew was close behind in his climax, standing to direct his gush of seed into a handily positioned swab handkerchief on the desk. Finally Tia was pushed over the edge by her sister's tongue, screaming so loud it was a wonder Heather didn't hear. "Matthew, I must go clean up," Heather panted. "You invite me round tonight, yes?"

"Sure," he replied, already thinking ahead with lustful thoughts.

As he put the phone and his limp cock away, Matthew was heartened to see the girls rushing around to make up for lost time. Clad now in the snug-fitting French Maid's outfits, they looked divine. Moreover, they appeared to like the look, doubtless intent upon teasing their employer until he relented.

It was at that moment he was alerted to a new e-mail. He didn't recognise the sender's name at first, Rosemarie Palmer, and it took a few lines to jog his memory. But eventually it became apparent. Of course, she was Rosie, Amy's teacher in England, a woman with whom Matthew had enjoyed a rather thrilling but ultimately unsuccessful dalliance during the short trip. One of the few to slip through the net, Matthew still harboured a longing desire.

It seemed that she and boyfriend Tom were soon to embark on a three-week trek east, a short stop-off in The Philippines on the agenda. Friends they'd arranged to stay with had let them down at the last minute and Rosie wondered if there was anywhere he could recommend that was reasonably priced. Matthew smiled wistfully, recalling Rosie's pleasant curvature, womanly hips, large bust and bubbly demeanour. She was the perfect embodiment of the western woman, so different from the waif-like Filipinas he was surrounded by latterly. There could doubtless be some fun to be had, particularly with all the hidden cameras in the apartment. And as if his love life wasn't complicated enough already!

Within seconds he'd responded by saying that she and Tom didn't need to find a hotel, they were welcome to spend a few days at his place. It had ample space and he'd welcome the company. In fact, any reminder of England would be a blessing, like a living postcard, he explained. Rosie came back immediately with a line to say thanks for the offer but really they couldn't impose on him. Equally insistent, Matthew wouldn't take no for an answer, pinging another e-mail back. Eventually the teacher relented and arrangements were put in place for the couple's arrival.

The rest of the day evaporated as the twins sped around to complete their chores, both bedrooms sparkling once more and a pleasant lemony zest filling the whole apartment. When Tia came to the door to ask if he had any more washing, Matthew handed her the cumstained handkerchief. The hidden camera in the hallway picked up the delightful young girl holding it to her face, inhaling heavily, as she trotted off. They really were a couple of sluts. It was going to take all of Matthew's resolve to resist their charms. Finishing off, Mia undertook a fortnight's worth of ironing whilst her sister prepared supper. Matthew handed out the wages and a little more to get the outfits dry-cleaned and spotless for next time.

It had been the most enjoyable day in ages. And the best part was that Heather would get a glowing report and, hopefully, Matthew would get the damn good fucking he deserved that evening. And he did. She was barely inside the door before their mouths were fused together passionately. Tongues lashed wildly as the pair reignited their passion and took it on a step. Easing down off her tiptoes, Heather grinned inanely, hypnotised by her English lover. "Gosh Matthew, you make me so hot earlier on telephone. I been thinking about you all day," she disclosed between gasps of pleasure as her lover reached over to cup her bum cheeks and lift her back to him.

At the same time he unzipped hastily, jeans and boxers pooling at his feet as a huge erection sprung up to trap itself in the crack of Heather's butt. Arms wrapped tight around his neck, knees up by his armpits, Heather tossed back her head and allowed her neck to be nuzzled as they stumbled together to the wall. With purpose Matthew wrenched aside the crotch of her panties and angled his manhood, the head meeting the soft juicy crack in one easy motion. Heather gasped as she was impaled by the impressively proportioned cock for the first time. So much more fulsome and fulfilling than his fingers, it spread the moist passage wide. Anchored by the lounge wall, the shaft opened her up fully and stretched the boundaries of another tight little vagina.

His hands moving inside to support her thighs, Matthew drove in with purpose till he was fully up to the balls. Her heels gripped his buttocks, their bellies and lips touching, her small breasts crushed to his defined chest. A young woman with whom he was fast falling in love, there was little of the rough brute in evidence as with love rival Connie, as Matthew took things measured and steadily. Ensuring to kiss all over her lips, neck and shoulders, he administered long leisurely strokes that pulsed through her pussy like electric current. Heather closed her eyes and clung on for dear life, senses awash with sexual joy as Matthew invaded her body.

The self-conscious and awkward young man of just a month before and who, up to then, had bedded one woman only, was barely recognisable. Transformed under the expert tuition of his four lovely sisters, his lustful mother, the other girls in England, and not forgetting Connie, he had become a gigolo. An impressive collection of women, Matthew had a great deal to thank them all for, as did Heather who was reaping the benefit in precision lovemaking.

Their lips brushed once more and she poked out her tongue for him to suck on as he maintained a pulsing, mesmerising rhythm, pushing her body against the wall with each thrust. Heather mewled as her body was taken over completely, tiny hands tracing a line down his muscular shoulders and arms.

Stopping momentarily, Matthew moved to the couch with his lover in his arms. He laid her down, taking a short while to admire her nakedness as she wrapped a hand around his thick shaft, stroking gently to maintain its strength. Climbing on top, Matthew pressed the concrete stiff cock deep back inside her willing cunt, pumping repeatedly until both were breathless. An hour of intense love-making culminated in two explosive orgasms that left them breathless.

The lovemaking session was followed by a nice hot soak in the tub of the freshly spruced bathroom. Heather climbed in between her lover's legs, bum in between, knees raised and feet on the outside. Matthew soaped up generously and, as she lay back and melted into his strong chest, he palmed her tiny breasts. Feeling his cock rise once more to press her lower spine, Heather rotated to face him. Straddling her lover's manhood, the entry was accommodated by the soothing water that lapped around his thighs. They made generous love for what seemed an eternity until the water had turned lukewarm and their bodies were pocked with goose bumps. Having dried off, they headed to Matthew's bed where Heather spent the night in his arms, only disappearing at dawn to get to work.

Matthew lay in, giving Johnny and the office a miss and reflecting upon the past few days, wondering what lie ahead. The future was in his owns hands, wasn't it?

Well no, in actual fact it wasn't. As he gazed wistfully at the ceiling, little did Matthew Ryder realise what drama was waiting around the corner, how little influence he would have upon matters and how cruel fate would conspire to mould his future.

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Introduction:

And they all live happily ever after?

Whilst awaiting Rosie and Tom's arrival, Matthew Ryder kept busy spending the days with Johnny Frio and the nights with Heather. Both looked like becoming long-term partnerships, particularly after Heather accepted his proposal of marriage. The following day, a $2,000 ring adorned the finger of perhaps the happiest girl in Manila. That Tino Sala rang with congratulations five minutes after his return from lunch told Matthew that his new fianc?wasn't backward in coming forward when it came to broadcasting the news. No doubt the diamond encrusted band had been waved triumphantly under Connie Truong's nose on the way. Heather had succeeded in bagging the most eligible bachelor in Manila.

From that point forward, wedding talk persisted exclusively during their time together as Heather busily planned the perfect day down to a tee. In fact, it got so much that Matthew was quite glad of the break when she disclosed her plan to visit relatives in Cebu City to break the news. Overjoyed at the prospect of hosting a couple of English guests, he commandeered the limousine to pick them up in style from the airport. Winding down the blacked-out window, he gestured his guests over. Unused to pomp and ceremony, Rosie's big doe eyes almost popped out of her head. "Welcome to Manila," Matthew heralded.

Seeing Tom in the flesh for the first time wasn't at all what Matthew had expected: tall and skinny with light ginger hair, barely discernible eyebrows and a beaky nose wasn't the image he had of the ideal guy for the succulent and lusty schoolmistress. As the pair sat opposite Matthew in the limo with a bottle of Armand de Brignac chilling in between, Tom put his arm around Rosie protectively, relaxing only when Matthew disclosed the engagement, hence the champagne.

The bubbly disappeared during an hour-long journey, leaving all three heady and relaxed. No time to rest, however, the evening held much excitement in store. Tino Sala had chartered a boat for the evening to host a fancy dress party for his staff and a few invited guests. They had little more than two hours to visit the fancy dress shop and get ready.

Back inside the apartment, as they unloaded upstairs, Matthew sat in the study, feet up on the desk and watching as the spy camera trained on the bathroom streamed back images in real time. A short wait, action arrived via Rosie's entrance, shedding her t-shirt and edging towards the mirror. As she bent to survey her face in close-up, an expansive bosom plunged in a lightweight lacy bra, threatening to topple out. It was some sight to behold for the horny young voyeur who was rewarded with an instant hard-on.

Reaching behind her back, the sexy teacher unhooked, the pent-up pressure upon loosening causing the bra to catapult forward. It slivered down her arms and clear, a pair of large purplish areolae revealed. Those awe-inducing breasts heaved playfully as she arched and issued a seductive flick of the hair. Turning away from the camera, she twiddled the taps on the bath, activating a rush of water and rising steam that threatened to spoil the peepshow.

Stepping out of a lacy thong, a somewhat unkempt bush was revealed. "Tut tut, Rosie," she observed to herself with a smile. "We can't have that nasty minge spoiling the bikini line."

"No we can't," answered Matthew to the screen, sporting a huge grin and settling back to enjoy.

Reaching into a paisley toiletry bag the sexy schoolmistress took out a tiny pair of scissors, snipping at the privet-like growth on her crotch. With dexterity she snapped the sure blades until a pair of lush pink pussy lips were just visible. Yet she wasn't done. Another rummage in the bag and a tube of gel emerged. Gathering up a healthy dollop in her fingers and fluffing it into a ball, she reached down to spread the foam generously among the tangle of clipped pubic hair. A gentle moan slipped out as fingertips came into contact with the outer lips of a plump juicy cunt.

Delving into the bag a further time she withdrew a razor, bathing it under the hot tap until the blade warmed. Spreading her legs wide, Rosie drew the razor from bottom to top, sculpting a smooth passage up the right side. She did likewise up the left, gradually moving inward until just a thin wispy line of hair remained down the middle. With care and precision she manoeuvred the blade its length, causing the onlooking Matthew to wince. A perfect job, however, she took a moment to admire her handiwork and a perfectly smooth vagina, all pink and kissable. A further dip into the bag and some soothing oil was applied to the shaven mound before it was patted.

Adding some bubble-bath to the water, she sploshed around with her hands and climbed into the rapidly ascending froth. Downstairs, Matthew was sorely tempted to sprint up and join her in the tub, before remembering with regret that he was now an engaged man. Instead, he continued to watch intently as she eased down gingerly into the boiling water and teased her fulsome breasts with the soap, working up a healthy lather. Lying back to submerge, shoulders disappearing, she sighed as the hot swirl conferred upon her a rosy glow. Wringing out a sponge over her tits, rivulets of water cut trails through the foam to reveal the delicious oversized orbs once more.

Following a thorough all-over scrub with the sponge, Rosie lifted her legs out of the water, heels either side of the bath. Regrettably for Matthew, the gorgeous pussy remained tantalisingly below the camera's range. It was, however, pretty obvious from the contorted look on her sweet face exactly what she was up to: what she was up to was her knuckles in freshly shaven snatch. Occasionally she'd elevate from the buttocks, giving awesome glimpses of the finger fucking frenzy, face contorted in lust.

Having worked herself up into a frenzy, she came with a loud gasp, receding into the froth momentarily to come down off the orgasmic high. A few moments relaxation later, she climbed guiltily to her feet and into a fluffy towel that had been warming on the hot rail. Matthew's eyes never left her body as she dried every gorgeous inch of womanly flesh. Satisfied, she headed to the bedroom to join her slumbering lover. At the press of a button, the screen on the laptop flipped over, Matthew with her all the way down the landing and in through the guest bedroom door, upon which he switched over to a third camera. The apartment was as secure as Fort Knox.

Shedding the towel to stand proudly before the mirror, Rosie looked utterly comfortable with her voluptuous nakedness. Squeezing water from the ends of her hair into an upturned palm, she flicked the stray droplets at her drowsy lover. He awoke with a start yet before he could offer a word of protest, she thrust her lips to his, muffling any discord. Then teasingly she pulled back, offering a coquettish smile, bouncy tits wobbling in his face. Tom rocked up onto his backside, trying to trap one of the prominent nipples in his lips. "Naughty, naughty," Rosie chastised before ambling back to the mirror and going about her tousled hair with a dryer as Tom glanced slyly at the reflection.

"Me, naughty? Look what you've done to me," he mock-protested.

Matthew's eyes moved momentarily from Rosie's shapely body to Tom's wiry frame. Lounging in a pair of white briefs on the bed, a tent had erupted at the front. "I hope you're going to do something about this," he chimed.

"Oh, and if I don't?" Rosie purred, pirouetting to face him once more.

"Then I'll have to punish you," Tom replied, climbing to his knees on the bed.

"Ooh," Rosie cooed. "And how will you do that?"

Tom rubbed his chin. "I'll spank you so damn hard that Matthew will hear."

Downstairs in the study, Matthew sighed long and hard. He hadn't been too sure of Tom at first but was gradually warming to a man very much after his own heart. How Matthew could spank Rosie's bottie right now, if he wasn't engaged.

He watched as Rosie shuffled forward on her knees to stand head high to Tom's crotch, reaching over to ease the briefs down over the bulge. Tom's cock sprung up, sprouting from a mesh of ginger pubes and nudging her cheek. Flicking a stray strand of hair behind an ear, Rosie let the bloated tip come to rest upon her lips, dispensing a hot kiss that caused Tom to groan wistfully. Tongue extending, she gave the underside of the purple head a good licking before it disappeared into a cavernous mouth that was surely designed with the sole purpose of administering blowjobs.

As she slid her lips up and down the hard shaft with relish, Tom reached down to give her tits a good firm squeeze. As Rosie moaned at the attention, her lover's cock slipped out. It was dripping with saliva. "Fuck my face, Tom," she hissed. "Give it to me hard."

Grinning and taking a firm grip of the semi-damp hair, Tom didn't need asking twice. Angling, he shoved his cock back in deep before beginning a rhythmic pounding motion. Rosie groaned in a muffled manner as her face was abused. So hot was the thought of doing it in Matthew's guest bedroom (and not for one moment realising they were closer to their host than it was possible to imagine) soon Tom was brought to the verge of orgasm.

Matthew didn't need to see the evidence itself to know that Tom had cum, for his face contorted almost painfully. At the same time, Rosie tipped back her head and gurgled down the load. Having swallowed every drop, she told him to run along to the bathroom as time was getting on. At that point, Matthew turned off the cam before he was tempted to do something he might regret. Rosie alone on the bed naked was just too much of a temptation. This really was no way for an engaged man to act. Besides, he had to get ready too. A fancy dress party, the theme was characters from the movies. Matthew - naturally - would be going as his hero James Bond. Rosie had plumped for Barbarella and Tom was Spiderman.

An hour later, the limousine arrived and Matthew climbed in next to host Tino Sala. Resplendent in a blue Austin Powers outfit, complete with comic teeth and glasses, he was introduced to Rosie and Tom. Among the others in the opulent conveyance was Connie Truong, dressed in a yellow tracksuit as Uma Thurman's Black Mamba character from Kill Bill. A surprise for Matthew, it struck him that he hadn't set eyes upon the girl since fucking and humiliating her some weeks back. They exchanged a sly glance and he had to remind himself once more that he was engaged.

Manila Bay by night was a wondrous sight to behold, no words able to do justice to its beauty, the moon on the horizon casting a cloudy orange glow across an oil-brown rippled surface. The two tourists' jaws hit the deck as they climbed aboard the boat. "Now I realise why you didn't want to stay in England," Rosie observed, leaning up to kiss Matthew's cheek to thank him for the wonderful surprise.

Tom didn't seem to notice - or care for that matter - for his attention had been wrested by a trio of Filipina girls from Tino's office who'd come as Charlie's Angels. "A great shame Heather not able to make it," Tino consoled.

Matthew nodded, though not necessarily in agreement with the sentiment. Following his fellow Brits to the bar, the trio availed themselves of preposterously named cocktails with sexual connotations. A fifteen-minute wait for the remaining guests to board, they were light-headed even before the boat had raised anchor. "Ah, this is the life," sighed Tom who'd quickly learned how popular western men were among the hot little Filipinas.

As a consequence of his burgeoning carnal designs on all three of Charlie's Angels, he missed the little touches Matthew issued his girlfriend. At first they were brushed aside by Rosie, reminding him he was engaged man. Yes, he knew, he sighed. But as the evening progressed and the boat headed out to sea, the fondles began to go unchecked. Almost unconsciously Matthew rested his hand on her thigh, squeezing lightly. Heady from the drink, the surroundings and the cold shoulder from her lover Tom, Rosie smiled and placed her own smaller hand on top of his.

They did, however, have to exercise some caution, especially with Connie Truong buzzing around like an angry hornet. Matthew doubted she needed any excuse to report an indiscretion to Heather in some futile attempt to break the engagement. But thankfully, with three senior partners from the law firm and the crusty old judge from the dinner party in attendance, Matthew was of minor consequence to the ambitious legal executive.

A slow song played, the ideal opportunity to drag Rosie up on the dancefloor. Like the gentleman he was, Matthew ensured to request Tom's permission first. Rather than raising an objection, secretly Tom rubbed his hands together, sensing an opportunity of his own with the Dylan Sanders clone, the most flirtatious of the Angels. Though he had aspirations of cracking all three little beauties, together if possible. The self same thought had crossed Matthew's mind too and he might well have acted upon but for the fact he was engaged.

As Tom staggered away in drunken pursuit, leaving the coast clear, Matthew seized the opportunity to get closer to Rosie, giving her earlobe a nuzzle as her chin rested on his shoulder. He adored the feel of her big breasts pressed tight to his chest and an understated scent that wafted up the closer they pressed. With half a dozen strong cocktails in her belly, Rosie rocked from side to side, holding on to her dance partner for dear life. When the song ended, the pair exchanged a furtive yet tender kiss.

Sensing Rosie's apprehension and reminding himself, well that he was engaged, dutifully Matthew went off in search of Tom. The quest took him up onto the deck where a somewhat garish scene met the young man. Instead of getting it on with the lovely Angel or Angels, Tom's head was slumped over the side of the boat. Matthew winced as the sound of vomiting sullied the perfect evening. That was closely followed by a huge clap of thunder and the first spots of rain that quickly turned into liquid bullets.

Sadly, what could have been a most pleasant late night / early morning on the ocean waves was foreshortened by the violent storm that made for hazardous cruising. Fearful of the repercussions if he lost a boat full of lawyers and highflyers to the deep blue sea, the captain forced the vessel back into the harbour. As they alighted, Tom looked the worst affected of everyone on board, green around the gills, eyes glazed and swaying from side to side, even on dry land. The limousine showed up on cue and Matthew helped Rosie heave her boyfriend inside. The driver proceeded to make various drop-offs around Manila until just four remained. So intent was Matthew to ensure Tom didn't throw up on the upholstery that he barely noticed Connie. As they reached his apartment, she alighted too, gripping Rosie's hand, the pair having become inseparable during the journey.

Getting Tom to the bedroom was like trying to shift a sack of potatoes. He bounced from wall to wall along the landing like a pinball. But eventually, and with much dexterity and effort, Matthew succeeded. His guest still fully clad in the pukestained Spidey outfit and his outdoor shoes, Matthew deemed his responsibility to have been fulfilled, heading back to the lounge as a front of pained snoring resonated on the air.

Pulling up sharply, he had to look twice. Rosie and Connie were in a clinch on the couch, hands on one another's hips, lips smacking gently. The young man couldn't deny they made an awesome-looking pair: Rosie's buxom English wench-like quality in stark contrast to Connie's sylph-like Filipina grace. Filmstar costumes shed to the floor and down to their underwear, they glanced up momentarily and smiled at the onlooker. "Don't mind me," observed Matthew, taking to an armchair opposite, the perfect vantage point.

Sober-ish from nursemaiding Tom and with Heather in mind, Matthew was happy just to spectate. He figured that didn't really constitute cheating, validation of the journey he'd made from carefree boy to responsible man. After a minute of heavy petting, Rosie drew back and allowed Connie access to her gorgeous breasts. The legal executive pawed them through the bra, drooling at the feel. Deft fingers moving around the back to unhook, Rosie shimmied free. Her unrestrained bosom heaved and separated, bringing a lustful smile to the horny Filipina's face. Tits like these were as rare in Manila as a straight judge.

Taking a grip of the left boob and with a sly eye on Matthew, Connie fed the aroused nipple into her lips, savouring its taste. She sucked and nibbled, causing Rosie to toss back her head and mewl. Shedding her own bra, the legal executive unveiled a pair of far smaller breasts, topped nonetheless with delicious chocolate nipples. Moving close, the pair rubbed their assets together, groaning in mutual pleasure and for Matthew's benefit.

Also for Matthew's benefit, they made a show of removing one another's thongs slowly and seductively, amid lots of tactile movement and heavy breathing. Naked, they stood and danced to an imaginary tune, bumping and grinding like pole dancers. In fact, all that was missing was the pole, discounting the one in Matthew's trousers. "You no want to join us, Matthew?" enquired Connie with a pout, before immersing her face in Rosie's once more.

"No," he replied unconvincingly, although betrayed already by a treacherous cock that dug painfully into the zipfly and threatened to erupt through at any moment.

All it took to goad him was for Rosie to hold out her hand in his direction and his newfound faithfulness was found severely wanting. Latching onto it, thoughts of Heather were quickly expelled out of mind. The two lovelies sat him down between them on the couch, zip wrenched down, trousers and boxers yanked to the knees like piranhas on a corpse. Though he knew it was wrong, Matthew just couldn't resist. The fight was over the minute that imperious cock sprung up to thump his belly like the beater on a drum.

Connie's hand quickly found the upper foreskin, teasing it down to unveil the bulbous and bloodshot knob. Needing no prompting, Rosie was down on her knees in seconds, churning up a spit ball and letting it fall slowly from her lips. As it made contact with the bloated mushroom head, her lips followed, plunging down. Matthew gasped as his cock was assailed by a soft velveteen tongue. Rosie paid careful attention, licking under the ridge and over the eye, whilst Connie massaged the shaft. "Gimme summa dat cock, bitch," ordered Connie, lifting Rosie forcefully away by the hair.

Denied the gorgeous appendage, Rosie's face clouded and the pair growled at each other momentarily like combatants in the ring before breaking into smiles and sealing their mutual lust with a hot tongue-twisting embrace. "Oh gosh, I taste Matthew's cock all on your tongue," Connie gushed.

Breaking away, the Filipina suctioned down hard on Matthew's pole, taking its full length in one deft swallow. Sucking purposefully as the head tickled her throat, she seemed devoid of a gag reflex. Monopolising Matthew's manhood, Connie was in rapture. Feeling left out, Rosie climbed up on the couch beside him. Hooking a leg over and taking a grip on the back of the couch, she straddled Matthew's chest. He could feel her damp cunt brush his chest hair as she swayed her hips then ascended.

Matthew shuffled down until his face was crotch high, staring straight into a beautiful and highly aroused cunt, smooth from its earlier shaving, lips were slick with excitement and craving attention. Pushing out his tongue and craning forward, Matthew flicked at the soft pink petals, savouring their musky scent. Rosie rolled her hips and adjusted until she was squatting over his face, knees beneath bent at ninety degrees.

Down below, Connie heard the sound of slurping tongue on wet cunt, going about the task of cocksucking with added gusto, head bobbing up and down the shaft in a piston-like movement. It was as if she would and could swallow his whole cock, given half a chance. At extremes of penetration, Matthew felt the head dig deep in her throat.

He groaned with passion, the sound muted in Rosie's wanton vagina. Pushing down from the hips to meet his urgent upward tongue-lashings, she squealed and hissed with glee. The squeals turned to loud and unashamed cries when Matthew reached up blindly and took both mammoth breasts in hand, administering a series of good hard squeezes. They compressed easily in his palms, the pressure causing blood to pump into each nipple and sprout to obscene lengths.

As she surfaced for air down below, lungs inflating and deflating wildly, Connie wiped a mix of saliva and precum from the side of her mouth, grinning through sore lips. Freed from the attentive mouth, Matthew's spittle-coated cock jerked back, hovering upright. Craving more than a tongue inside her, Rosie slid down his chest to meet the cock head, depositing a syrupy trail of cunt slime in her wake. Angling her buttocks to trap the head in the entrance to her pussy, the thick cock, its veins pumped up to bursting point, slid up inside her juicy love tunnel. Both cried out as they coupled, Matthew's hands reaching round to support her back as she rocked gently in his lap, slit consuming every thick inch.

For precious moments Connie sat idly on the sidelines wondering where she might fit in. As Matthew and Rosie locked in an unbreakable embrace, there seemed little opportunity for the horny Filipina to join the union. As Matthew pumped up from beneath, shaft stretching Rosie's lovely cunt, the English girl's buttocks lifted then plunged, lifted then plunged, the air loud with the slapping of fat meat into folds of cunt. This went on for several long strokes until suddenly she felt an entirely new sensation, squealing with unmitigated joy: "Oh God Matthew," she panted. "She's licking my arse."

As Matthew pulled her close to him once more, those lovely tits crushed against his manly chest. He glanced down over her shoulder to see Connie's face fused between her buttocks, tongue making generous swirls. Merely holding it to the tight brown ring, as Matthew rammed his cock upwards into her cervix, was sufficient to send Rosie into throes of delight. "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum," groaned the voluptuous schoolteacher as Matthew's cock drove up unerringly and Connie feasted hungrily on her anus. "Oh fuck, fuck, fucccccccck, I am, I'm cumming," she wailed, body wracked in waves of climactic pleasure that coated Matthew's shaft in her juices.

Yet, as she stilled, Matthew had still to reach his climax, cock as hard as a slab of granite. Rosie climbed aside, still panting and shaking and spilling cunt juice all over the couch, allowing Connie to hone in immediately on Matthew's waiting cock. Tongue slip-sliding over the shaft, she cleaned it totally of Rosie's cunt honey. Grinning she moved aside to place her head between Connie's legs and did the same like a human vacuum cleaner. "Now, my turn for good hard fucking, yah," she breathed, fingernails digging the top of Matthew's chest.

Turning away, she knelt down on the carpet and assumed a position on all fours, glancing back slyly over a shoulder. His cock throbbing like it had been hit with a sledgehammer, Matthew was utterly powerless to resist. Moving quickly into place, he took a firm grip on the Filipina's hips as his cock tip made an exploratory sortie between her legs. Having quickly recovered from the fucking of her life and, anxious not to miss out on the action, Rosie joined Matthew, whispering something in his ear. A shared smile, they kissed deeply before crawling beneath Connie.

As Matthew teased the Filipina's pussy with his cockhead, the unmistakable peal of tongue licking clit filled the air. The route to Connie's pussy barred, Matthew realigned, targeting her bumhole as suggested by Rosie, the tip scraping the tight clenched ring. Wary of how tight her vagina had been, he feared the worst. Cock filling the groove, he reached down, thumb on the brown ring and pushed. As the tip worked in, Connie yelped. "Oh no, not my tight little ass. Matthew, nooooooo!"

Too late, with a little added pressure Matthew's thumb slid in, gripped tightly by the snug anal walls. He wiggled it around inside causing Connie to suck in air in staccato breaths. Drawing back, the thumb came out with a little pop before the knot sealed tight. To accommodate the entry, the ever helpful Rosie reached around and prised apart each buttock for him. Yet, even at full stretch, the hole was no bigger than a penny.

But Matthew was nothing if not resilient and, as Rosie pulled harder, taking aim he slammed forward with purpose. The fat cock head hit dead centre, ploughing straight in until it was trapped about half way down the shaft. Connie screamed, receiving instant soothing from Rosie as she went to work with an eager tongue on the Filipina's swollen clit. Taking a breath and issuing a warning to relax, Matthew crammed the last few inches in, prompting a pained shriek. Holding there to savour the wondrous feel, he heard Connie issuing expletives under her breath. Drawing back he embarked upon a steady rhythm that suited both parties, bringing himself ever closer.

Throughout a five-minute anal ordeal, Connie never stopped hissing and blowing, cursing and squealing. When she felt the embedded cock jerk, she banged her palm on the carpet. Finally having reached his zenith, Matthew exploded in her anus, a gush of seed washing her bowels as it shot upwards. When Rosie's fervent chewing on her clit reached a crescendo, Connie came seconds later.

Pulling away, his cock throbbing and raw, immediately the madness of the whole charade hit Matthew like a punch, delirium turning to panic. It had taken the merest temptation to become unfaithful.

--

First to awake the following morning, his dreams dark and foreboding, Matthew punched the bed in anger, a pain coursing through his sore head. Yet he deserved the pain, sickened by his actions. Rising to dress, an overwhelming urge to escape the claustrophobic apartment pervaded. One person he could rely on to take his mind off things was Johnny Frio, an earlybird whose day could start literally at any hour.

If the scenes that had taken place in the apartment had been obscene, those outside refelected them. The streets awash with the residue of the previous night's storm, billboards had splintered and fell, trees were uprooted, fences had panels missing, resembling rotten teeth, and slates from roofs lay wherever they happened to fall. Traipsing through the debris, Matthew reflected on his infidelity as the effects of the storm became ever more severe the closer he got to the marina. For all its beauty, Manila had some dark undertones.

Ankle deep in water along the esplanade, he hopped from raised paving slab to drain cover, trying to keep dry. Arriving eventually, he discovered Johnny slouched in the doorway of the office, broom in hand. The flood barriers having been breached, the quayside office had little protection from the elements and the raging cesspit of water. "It happen every so often," observed Johnny ruefully. "A day or two we be up and running again. But for now I go home if I were you, Matthew."

Matthew was in no mood to object, bidding farewell and heading off distractedly. He observed folks taking stock of their losses and assessing how to put the wrong right. They were a resilient bunch, used to this sort of thing. When eventually he arrived back home it was gone nine and the house was quiet. He discovered a handwritten note left by Rosie: "Gone sightseeing with Connie. Tom's still in bed. See you later x."

Holing up in the study, Matthew buried his head in his hands and sighed long and hard. He looked at the picture of Heather on the desk, smiling and happy. "Give me one more chance, please," he mouthed.

Turning on the laptop, he had it in mind to seek solace with a family member in England. However, a buzz on the intercom drew his attention away. It was the twins. In all that had happened, he'd forgotten it was cleaning day. He allowed them up automatically but, head pounding and weighted down with guilt, he was in no mood for making conversation. Instead he secreted himself in the study and waited for the connection to kick in.

It was only then that he remembered Tom. Whoops. Too late for a warning, quickly he activated the live stream to the bedroom. Mia barged through wearing the French Maid's outfit, at the same time Tom was busily giving his cock a good tug on the bed. It was impossible to tell who was the more shocked. Mia stood dumbfounded, Tom flustered, desperately trying to cover up. "I sorry I come tidy room," Mia clarified, blushing profusely.

Tom too blushed from head to toe to match his hair colour. "Why didn't you, um, knock first?"

"I sorry, I not know Matthew have guest staying," she pleaded, dark eyes welling up with tears.

Raising her hands in a show of contrition she took an unsteady step backwards, elbow brushing a vase that sat atop the chest of drawers. It tottered from side to side before, almost in slow motion, crashing to the floor and splintering into hundreds of pieces. Mia shrieked, quickly bursting into tears. Surveying the scene, Tom exhaled deeply, a grin forming as the mood changed. "You realise if Matthew finds out about this he'll fire you?"

Mia trembled. "Yes I know," she replied through sobs, head bowed. "I'm in so much trouble."

With that, the still naked Tom moved to the door and slid the bolt across. He placed both hands on the girl's shoulders reassuringly. "Look, there is one way we can resolve this," he mused. "And hopefully you get to keep your job."

Mia looked up into his eyes with a hopeful expression. "I'll do anything," she pledged.

Tom issued a lecherous grin, just wanted he wanted to hear, before taking a seat on the edge of the bed, cock soon back on the ascendancy. "First though you need to be taught a lesson."

Mmm, definitely a man after my own heart, thought Matthew as he observed from the comfort of the study. As Tom issued directions, Mia rested her belly across Tom's knees. The outfit's white frilly skirt hem rode up to reveal a pert backside. Tom grappled around inside, emerging with her panties in hand, sliding them down. He let the elasticated garment twang on the backs of her knees as Mia wiggled in discomfort, fully exposed. "So what have you got to say for yourself?" Tom enquired, revelling in the control.

Mia thought for a moment. "I'm sorry, I been a very naughty little girl, sir".

"Yes you have," Tom replied disdainfully. "And tell me, what happens to naughty little girls?"

Mia inhaled hard. "They, um, they get punished, sir," she replied.

"Yes they do," Tom said with a nod, lifting a hand shoulder high as Mia held her breath.

The hand descended in a blur, palm connecting with a soft young buttock half a dozen times in rapid succession. The slapping sound caused Matthew to grimace - and stiffen just a little. Mia yelped at each smack, her left bum cheek glowing as the hand moved away. Not wishing to neglect the right one, Tom administered six more of the best on its soft raised mound, leaving the surface a shade of rouge. "Oh, please no more," begged Mia, wriggling and writhing like an eel in his lap.

Tom placed a hand between her legs, the tips of his fingers disappearing readily inside. "Mmm, what a dirty little girl you are. What's your name?"

"Mia, sir. And yes I am," she concurred, arching her back. "Will you tell Matthew you break vase, yes?" she asked throatily.

"I might," he replied noncommittally, still basking in the power.

"Please, sir," she entreated, glancing up as he toyed with her wet pussy. "Pleeeeeeeease," she groaned as his fingers found her inflated clit.

As he watched, almost unconsciously Matthew found a hard cock in his hand and was soon stroking away merrily. It was then that the watcher discovered he was being watched. "Tia, is that you?"

Swinging round in the chair, he came face not with Tia, who was working fastidiously on the kitchen, but her thirteen-year old sister Elise. Cock still in hand, the young girl's eager eyes feasted upon it, licking her lips. Quickly he covered up, as if that might make any difference. "School shut due to storms," the petite Filipina revealed to explain her presence, eyes flicking from Matthew's crotch to the computer. "What you doing?" she enquired.

"I...um..."

"What you watching?"

Too late for Matthew to change screens, before he knew it, the little tyke was sat in his lap. "Our little secret, yah?" she whispered with a giggle, moulding into his strong chest.

Matthew found himself in no position to argue as, on the monitor, Tom lifted Mia up with ease to face him, legs straddled either side of his, stiff cock navel high. Reaching down she smiled and stroked its length. "Ah, you big strong English man."

"She naughty girl, my sister," Elise observed with a giggle.

As the pair watched, the jailbait teen rubbed her buttocks back and forth on Matthew's semi-stiff appendage. Onscreen, Tom lifted Mia's slight frame, hands beneath her arsecheeks. Taking a moment to nuzzle the nipples that brushed his face, the aroused redhead directed the head of his cock towards her tight young pussy opening. "Damn you're a wet little slut," he commented between chews as the throbbing tip nestled in the juice-laden nest of soft black pubic hair.

Mia moved her knees outward and pressed down simultaneously, allowing her cunt to be impaled. With a whimper her body moved down until she was fully loaded and stretched by cock. Tom lay back flat on the bed and let her do all the work, the little minx riding his hard cock as he toyed idly with her tiny breasts. They seemed a welcome change from Rosie's rather cumbersome ones and he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.

As was Matthew, trying desperately to forget just how young she was. Elise lay back and quickly, almost of their own accord, his hands were all over her fresh young body. He knew it was wrong - for oh-so-many reasons - but he couldn't stop himself. In an act of chivalry, he did refuse her plea to be fucked, telling her there'd be time enough for that when she was older. Instead, he laid her on the desk on her back, legs overhanging. Falling to his knees Matthew feasted on her sweet young pussy whilst still able to view the scene in the bedroom. Forgetting the hangover and his reservations, he licked until the sweet young thing was writhing on the desk in pre-orgasmic pleasure.

One eye on the screen as his tongue ran long leisurely trails into soft virgin snatch, he saw her elder sister Mia pant, rocking back and forth on Tom's hard shaft, the frenzied copulation making both scream out loud, the air heavy with expletives. As Tom groaned in readiness, Mia's face turned alarmingly pale. "No cum inside me please, sir. I no take no precaution."

Tom didn't appear happy, seemingly wanting nothing less than to blow his hot load up her tight Filipina twat, but he understood. "Okay, get on your knees."

Mia obeyed, looking up through big brown eyes and opening her mouth in readiness. Tom squatted, knees bent slightly and holding the back of her head for support. His juice-coated shaft slid over Mia's cheek and slotted in the warm hole, forcing her to taste herself on its length. With that he began to ram furiously in and out, using her mouth like a tight cunt. Mia took the pounding uncomplainingly, grinning with sheer glea

Hearing her sister on the screen and, craning to see, Elise asked coyly if Matthew would like the same. Looking at his rockhard member and sore around the lips, there was only one answer. As the teasing teen climbed to her knees, Matthew gave her the facefucking of her young life. In and out he pumped, attaining the same rhythm as Tom on Mia.

A volley of furious double facefucking resulted in a pained groan to mark Tom's orgasm. Mia's cheeks puffed out as he dispensed a huge thick load, holding inside till every last drop was milked out. Mia swallowed gratefully. "Thank you, sir," she said with a curtsey.

"On your way, I'll cover with Matthew," Tom offered.

"Oh thank you, thank you," Mia enthused, clapping her hands together excitedly. "Maybe me and my twin sister come thank you later?"

Tom sighed, as did Matthew busily unloading a wad of his own down Elise's untrained throat. He couldn't get enough of this hot family. Elise didn't seem sure of the taste but swallowed nonetheless. Thanking him, she trotted off, leaving Matthew to nod off in the study chair.

--

Rosie and Tom's last day in Matthew's company was spend sightseeing and bar hopping, but no more sex. Tom even spurned the promised threesome with Mia and Tia to concentrate upon getting his relationship back on track. Matthew too was glad of the break, a fresh promise made to himself to remain faithful to Heather.

Before he knew it, the couple were gone, moving on to Vietnam for the next leg of their tour. Their exit was counterbalanced by Heather's return from Cebu City in an ebullient mood. Apparently her relatives couldn't wait to meet her charming fianc?

Yet there was a dark shadow lurking in the background in the shape of Connie. So far she'd not acted upon the hold she had over him, but it wasn't long before the first text arrived. Thankfully for Matthew, her demands were far from unfair. As long as he continued to fuck her twice a week at pre-arranged times, Heather need never know. He didn't enjoy being blackmailed, but agreed to go along with the deal. Besides which, Connie's kinkiness made a welcome change from Heather's vanilla desires. And that was how life went on for the next few months as his eighteenth birthday, inheritance and wedding all appeared over the horizon.

As he walked to Connie's apartment one evening for an illicit session, his mobile phone rang. Matthew unfolded and held it to his ear. "Hi Matthew, it Connie."

"Oh hi, I was just coming round to see you."

"Don't bother, you longer required," she responded in a taciturn manner.

"W-what? W-why?"

"It's over, Matthew, time we both move on, yah."

Matthew was confused. "B-but...I thought..."

"You free Matthew. Now go."

"Hmm, okay if that's what you want."

Stopping in his tracks, he wasn't sure whether to be happy or sad. Connie was the perfect outlet for his pent-up lust, she was the epitome of slutty and the embodiment of no-strings hedonism. But evidently he'd served his purpose. "Are you sure?" he checked.

"Yes I sure."

She paused a moment, before asking calmly: "You remember what you do to me first time, yah?"

Matthew stopped in his tracks. "Y-yes."

"Well I no forget either, Matthew."

Matthew recalled the humiliation she'd been subjected to: tied up, fucked roughly and left naked in front of her window cleaner, covered in spunk. "Y-yes...but I thought you got off on that sort of thing."

"Maybe, maybe not," she said coolly. "Anyway, we equal now. Bye Matthew."

With that the line went dead. Equal? What did she mean? Suddenly a horrible thought came to mind. He didn't have long to wait. The phone rang again and Heather had no need to speak, the sweet girl's strangled sobs requiring no translation. She'd bided her time, but Connie had exacted bitter revenge. Folding away the phone, Matthew stumbled to the side of the road and sat down on a wall, wiping away a tear. He gazed to the heavens for a sign.

--

Two days later Matthew Ryder sat in first class as the jet descended upon Heathrow. He needed to get away from Manila, if only temporarily, a little holiday to celebrate turning eighteen with his nearest and dearest. Heather aside, with the business on the up and up, newfound pals like Johnny Frio, Ryder Tower nearing completion and the plush luxury apartment, there could be little question of making the stay in England a permanent one.

But a week with the girls and his mother was just what the doctor ordered to dispel the Manila blues. Besides, the weather in Asia had taken a distinct turn for the worse, whereas in Europe an Indian summer was in full bloom.

Several months having elapsed since the funeral brought him to England for the first time since he was born, Matthew couldn't help but feel at home. There was something about England that The Philippines could never match. It was in the air and in the faces of the people. He only hoped that the girls hadn't changed too much since his last departure. Oh what a shock the young man was in for!

His arrival at the airport was met by his mother Hannah, the pair throwing their arms around one another and holding tight for a good minute as they rocked gently and bathed one another in tears. On the journey back, Matthew wanted to know everything that had happened since he'd been away, even the silly little things, though oddly his mother was in an unrevealing mood. Immediately his fears were raised and he prayed they hadn't gone and got new lives without him. He craved for this coming week to be just like the last, perhaps even better.

The youngest of the four girls, petite blonde Amy, was first at the door to greet him, throwing her arms around his neck. At least she hadn't changed too much, he was pleased to see. Well, maybe a little. He didn't like to say, but she'd put on weight since last time, hips accentuated and womanly, and oh, her breasts. "Look Matthew, feel," she enthused, thrusting them into his palms.

"Oh my God, they're huge," he gasped. "How did that happen?"

And they were huge, obscenely so, and heavy. Matthew took a few precious moments to mould them in his hands, revelling in their feel. Amy adored it too, purring contentedly. "Oh Matthew, I'm sooooooo glad you've come home."

He didn't like to spoil the moment by revealing that it was only for a week. Instead he squeezed her lovely new breasts warmly and rubbed his crotch into hers. "Now you two, less of that," warned their mother.

As Amy eased back, Matthew couldn't help but notice the odd bulge in her belly. He lifted up the flouncy top she was wearing and stared, mouth agape. "Oh my gosh, Amy..."

The girl blushed. "Yes I am," she said defiantly, "and yes it's yours, Matthew."

Matthew's eyes bulged. "B-but it c-can't be..."

Amy's face remained passive. "It can only be. You were my first, my only..."

"Oh my God! Why did no one tell me?"

"Amy, give Matthew and I five minutes alone, honey," Hannah entreated, shooing her daughter away.

Amy agreed and skipped off as innocent as ever as Hannah took her son aside. "It came as a shock to all of us, Matthew. I was going to break the news to you but wasn't sure how..."

Matthew blew hard. He was having difficulty taking it in. Yet that revelation was the tip of the iceberg. Hannah continued: "Matthew, um, when women live together...their, um, their menstrual cycles fall in line," she disclosed.

Matthew wasn't sure what that meant. It required Beth's entrance to provide the stark clarification. She too sported a pear-shaped lower body. Matthew placed a hand on the coffee-coloured expanse and exhaled. Jo came next, closely followed by Meg, both glowing as only pregnant woman could. The pair surrounded their brother, forming a trinity of tears as they all hugged.

--

The final piece of the jigsaw fell into place as Matthew awoke the following morning. "Come quick," cried Beth as the family gathered around the TV, the reporter's voice grave, the pictures dramatic. "The worst disaster in over a decade has hit the Philippine island of Luzon. Typhoon Xaar struck last night, devastating Manila Bay..."

"Oh Jesus," Matthew whispered, watching intently. "It can't be..."

He was looking at images of streets he'd walked down and buildings he'd been inside that were now reduced to driftwood. Cars floated like boats in the streets and the ghostly spectre of death hung heavily in the air. What was once the emerging Ryder Tower was gone completely, little more than an open-air swimming pool. He broke down in tears.

Fearing the worst for the friends he'd left behind, Matthew made immediate contact with Tino Sala. As far as the lawyer knew, none of his close friends were among the 250 or so victims. Even Johnny Frio who, had he been in the office, would surely have been swept to his death, was safe and sound. Matthew contacted his shell-shocked partner to offer heartfelt sympathies. Johnny was happy to be alive but had taken the episode as the sign to call it a day, a decision Matthew had no qualms with.

With his newfound responsibilities, the boy on the verge of manhood had reached a decision: he wouldn't be going back to Manila.

--

Epilogue

Upon turning eighteen, Matthew received the $250,000 inheritance fron his father's estate.

Two months later he received a similar sum from Johnny for his share following the sale of the business.

A further month later, news came through that the insurance value of Ryder Tower could reach $2 million. It was all Matthew's and would provide the nest egg he craved. In the meantime, he was busily setting up his own investigation business in England, using the knowledge he'd acquired from Johnny as a base.

Two months later, Meg gave birth to a beautiful healthy baby girl she named Catherine.

Three days later, Beth gave birth to an equally bonny and healthy baby girl she named Ebony.

A day later, Jo gave birth to a healthy handsome son and heir she named Stephen.

The following day, Amy shocked everyone by giving birth to tiny twin girls she named Chloe and Millie. They too were born in perfect health and two lovely little things.

The most perfect family any young man could wish for, Matthew would glow with pride for months and years to come. Four lovely little girls, he couldn't wait to see them all grow up together. And a strapping boy to keep the Ryder name going, what more could he wish for? And what fun Stephen would have growing up with his female cousins. The possibilities were endless.

And not one to give up after a setback, Matthew planned eventually to rebuild Ryder Tower in London. In fact he'd erect Ryder Towers all over the world, in Paris, Tokyo, New York and wherever else a business opportunity existed. Whatever happened, however, the extended family would stay together and learn to love together.