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New Eden 26

J. Boswell

Christmas with the Andersons 4 (family, inc)

'Lakeview Crest,' where the Andersons lived, was a fairly exclusive development of large suburban homes. The land had once been a farm on the crest of a hill overlooking one of the city's man-made lakes that provided water for the area. The land surrounding the community was undeveloped and would stay that way as protected watershed land. The farm should have been subsumed into the watershed decades ago, when the lakes were begun, but for some reason (probably a lot of cash spread over a lot of hands or a connection on the zoning commission) the farm was never included in the public property. Years later, a developer found the farm tucked away down a long, dusty road and made the dying farmer an offer the old farmer couldn't refuse for the continued welfare of his family. The developer quickly subdivided the property into about sixty lots (after some more money passed through some more hands) and built large homes on them. For himself, the developer restored and expanded the Civil War era farmhouse/mansion and lived on the largest and best lot, overlooking the lake. That developer was James Arthur Ripley Stone. Jim Stone was a multi-millionaire and proud to show it. He built shopping strips and malls and suburban office buildings all over the country. And this had been a particularly good year because one of his designs for a medical building became popular with the growing number of HMOs all over the nation. Business couldn't be better. One of his favorite occasions to show off was his annual Christmas Party. His house was decorated in the 1990's interpretation of Victorian England splendor. The forty-foot spruce on the front lawn was expertly shaped and strung with thousands of lights and topped with a four-foot star. For the party, between the house and tree, the lawn was covered with a huge striped tent. Inside the heated tent were more lights and trees, poinsettias, tables, chairs, a long buffet table, Santa, a band, a dance floor, two bars, and people, people, people. Walking around, greeting neighbors, friends, business associates, bankers, company attorneys and CPAs, and the pick of the people providing him and his family with services throughout the year was Jim Stone, playing his most secretly cherished role -- Lord of the Manor. Robert Anderson arrived home in time to shower and dress for the big fete. As the four happy Andersons walked hand-in-hand through the chilly-but-not-cold night to the Stone house, they waved at neighbors and enjoyed seeing all the Christmas decorations. As a neighborhood tradition, on the night of the Stone's party, the entire neighborhood was lit with luminaries placed along the curbs and up driveways. The small white paper bags glowed from the flame of the candle in each, outlining the streets and making each intersection beautiful. It was almost magical. The Andersons made their way up the long, curving driveway of the Stone house and stepped into the tent. After checking their coats, they made their way over to the line of people waiting to wish the Stones a happy holiday. Jim Stone was in a black tuxedo with a bright red velvet bow tie and cummerbund. Beside him was his statuesque wife, Regina, in a floor-length red velvet dress, and beside her, their daughter, Mindy and her husband, Carl. The Stones greeted the Andersons heartily and Regina patted Amanda on the head, "My, you've gotten so big, and so pretty! Who's this gorgeous man next to you, Amanda -- some Hollywood actor on holiday?" Amanda winced at the corniness, but was proud of her big brother, "You remember Bobby, Mrs. Stone. He's home from college." Regina Stone faked an astonished look and grabbed Bobby close to her in a bearhug, "Bobby! I hardly recognized you! College life is certainly agreeing with you. It must be all those young coeds, eh, Bobby?" Bobby could feel himself blushing, "Hi, Mrs. Stone. Good to see you again." Regina hugged Bobby tightly again and whispered into his ear, "Save a few minutes for old Mrs. Stone, later, Bobby, dear. I want to take you over to the house and show you something very special. Okay?" Bobby had no idea what she was talking about but answered, "S-sure, Mrs. Stone. Whenever you're ready." But Regina had already directed her attention to the next couple in the greeting line. Confused, Bobby made his way to the bar and ordered a beer. While he was standing there, admiring the women and girls at the party, his friend Scott sidled up beside him. "Hey." "Hey, yourself, Scott. What's up?" "Well, the food and the booze are great, as usual, but the number of unattached honeys may be at an all time low. But, damn, they all look so good, all dressed up. Anyway, the best looking girl here is your sister." "And she's hands off -- right?" "Sure, sure, Bobby. But I heard about you and one of Amanda's little playmates the other night." Bobby winced, "Yeah, Heather -- don't remind me. Any port in a storm, I guess." Scott smiled, "Yeah. Well, that's a pretty busy port. Docked there, myself, last night. She's a hot little thing!" "She is that." Bobby tilted his head towards their hosts. "So, what have I missed in the Stone's saga by being away for five months?" Scott looked over at Jim Stone, puffing on a huge cigar and laughing loudly. At his side, smiling and greeting people was his wife, Regina. Regina Stone, never at risk of being called "Lady" of the Manor, was, putting it politely, a wild woman. She was a legend in her own time. "The only thing I heard about was the Halloween party, where she showed up in a very small, very red bathing suit and with three male-model hunks in tow in red bathing suits. She said they were `Baywatch.'" "She's unbelievable." Bobby started to tell Scott about Regina's strange invitation, but decided to keep it to himself for the moment. He ordered another beer. "Amanda! Amanda Anderson!" Amanda turned from watching the dancers to see the Miller family approaching. "Hi, Mrs. Miller, Rasheed, Yolanda." Amanda's smile dimmed as she looked at Mr. Miller, "Hello." Mrs. Miller was all smiles and full of good cheer, "Amanda, where have you been, girlfriend? The kids miss you terribly. Any chance of you coming back?" Amanda had babysat for the Miller children for over a year, and had spent almost the entire summer watching them. But with starting high school and trying out for teams, she hadn't had the time. "And I miss the kids. But, no, I just don't have the time with my schoolwork and games and practice." "Well, you are the best babysitter we've ever had, dear. Isn't she, Ron?" She looked at her husband. He smiled and nodded, "No doubt about that. The best ever." Amanda spent a few minutes chatting with the young children and then wished the Millers a merry Christmas. Mrs. Miller hugged Amanda. "Thanks, Dear. Please stop by during the holidays. The kids have something wrapped for you under the tree. You have to stop by, anyway, Amanda. Besides Christmas, this year we're celebrating Kwanzaa, too. The kids are learning all about it in day school." "Sure, I'll stop by, Mrs. Miller. I think there's some stuff for Yolanda and Rasheed under our tree, too. It was nice to see all of you again. Merry Christmas." * * * Hours later, the party had settled into its normal routine. Amanda was with her friends, taking one of the carriage rides through the neighborhood. Robert, Senior was engrossed in conversation with the other businessmen in the neighborhood, raging against government interference, wishing for the return of the Reagan years, and drinking Jim Stone's bourbon. Laurie was happily dancing the night away, and maybe holding her partners just a little tighter than necessary during the slow tunes. And, Bobby? Bobby was sitting close to the bar with a few friends when he caught Regina Stone subtly motioning to him. She was standing near the exit, curling her finger, indicating he was to join her. As he stood, Regina motioned again and disappeared out of the tent. Bobby followed Regina out of the tent and through the covered passage to the house. Ahead of him, she mounted the steps, crossed the porch and opened the front door, leaving it open behind her. ['What the hell is going on?' Bobby wondered.] She had hardly even acknowledged his existence before tonight, and now this? What did she want to show him? Why was she staying so far ahead and having him follow her? He really had no idea what was going on, but with her reputation and history of outrageous behavior, some small part of him hoped it would be something sexy. * * * Regina Stone had been a model. Not a Milan/New York runway model, but one of the more famous local faces. She had done many area fashion shows and benefits and had been a regular in the pages of local stores' ads and catalogs. It was at a Christmas charity show, where she and a few other girls were modeling lingerie in a very private show for a very select group of wealthy businessmen that she met Jim Stone. She knew the look in his eyes the instant she saw him, and she knew she was going to marry well. Now, years later, with a husband away nine months of the year and all the money she could spend, she did exactly as she pleased and didn't care who was watching. Jim Stone had a pretty good idea what went on behind his back but he was nearing sixty-five and could no longer keep up with his much younger wife, and he didn't want to spend the time and energy to find another wife. Besides, Regina still looked good and handled all the things he expected his wife to handle, and, his ego liked the idea of these other men wanting his wife -- he wondered how many of the guests they had greeted at the start of the evening (neighbors, friends, landscapers, pool cleaners, construction workers, deliverymen and on and on) had tasted Regina's considerable charms often and enthusiastically during the years while he was away on business. And, finally, and maybe the best reason he tolerated her indiscretions was that there was no pre-nuptial agreement. * * * Bobby was surprised to see so many people in the house. He thought the party was confined to the tent, but there were people looking at the Stone's Christmas tree, decorated differently each year (this year, it looked like all the ornaments were Irish crystal). There was food in the dining room and dozens of bottles of wine open on the table. The wide stairway was blocked with wide red ribbons -- a sign to the guests to remain downstairs. When Bobby finally saw Regina again, she was standing in the kitchen doorway. She tilted her head for Bobby to follow and walked through the crowd of caterer's people busily rushing about the kitchen with hot pans and dishes of steaming food. Around the corner, Bobby found the back stairs to the second floor. When he entered the stairwell, he saw Regina looking down from the top step. She smiled and said, "Lock it behind you, dearie, and hurry up!" As Bobby reached the top of the stairs he looked to his right and saw what was obviously the master bedroom suite. To his left, Regina was motioning for him to join her in another room at the end of the long hall. Bobby reached the doorway and looked in, thanking the gods in heaven as he watched Regina lowering the long zipper on her red party dress. "Come in, Bobby. Don't be shy. Here, darling, help me with my zipper." Bobby stepped closer and pulled the zipper down until it stopped. Regina turned to face him and with the slightest arm motion, her dress slid to the floor. "Merry Christmas, Bobby!" Bobby stared in awe. He guessed Regina was somewhere in her mid-to-late-forties, but here she stood looking incredible. Her skin was white and smooth. Her breasts were fabulous -- high and firm on her chest. She was still wearing her high heels and pantyhose but they were the strangest pantyhose he had ever seen. At the top there were openings, and the hose went up to a waistband, almost like a built-in garter belt, leaving her pussy and ass naked! Regina smiled at the obvious rapture on Bobby's face. "You like, Bobby-dear?" She cupped her breasts in her hands, squeezing the flesh and pinching her nipples. "These are the best money can buy. Did your mom buy hers? Or is she one of those lucky ones who were born with a set of knockers like that? Well, come on, boy, enough gawking, let's get this show on the road! I have a party I'm hostessing!" With that, Regina reached down and started unbuckling Bobby's belt. In seconds, Bobby had shed his pants, underwear, and shoes and followed Regina down on to the big bed. "Nothing above the neck, Bobby-dear. Mustn't mess up my make-up." Bobby lavished kisses on her large tits, licking and sucking and nibbling her nipples. "Ohh, very nice, dearie. Can you go a little lower?" Eager to please, Bobby kissed his way down Regina's stomach and into her trimmed bush, finding her hard, little clit. He sucked it between his teeth and began licking it with his tongue. "Oh, god, how I love young men!" Regina exclaimed. While this wild scene played out, Bobby couldn't believe it was happening. He felt he was living out one of his junior high wet dreams. Here he was in bed with one of the major players in many of his wet dreams. Regina Stone had fueled more than a few hand-jobs. She had been the first woman Bobby had ever seen in a thong bikini. Even dressed up, Bobby had seen few lower-cut blouses or shorter miniskirts than what Regina Stone wore. He remembered some of her costumes at neighborhood Halloween parties -- as a harem girl, a sexy nurse right out of a porno video, and as Lady Godiva. He had heard the stories about her and her many torrid affairs behind Jim Stone's back. And, now, he was a participant in the legend! "Ooooo! You're good! Right there, boy. Right there. Steady... A little faster... Ooo, good... Harder... Oooo... Oooo... A-huh! Ooooo, here I come, darling! Here I come!" Bobby continued nibbling her clit until she began to regain her composure. "Oh, Bobby, that was VERY good. Come on up and fuck me now, boy!" Bobby lifted his head from her wet pussy and licked his way up to her breasts. As he did, he moved his cock into position and plunged it into her cunt. She was slippery wet and loose and he began to feel her pussy muscles rippling along his shaft. He began to pump and her muscles grasped him tighter. It was a great fuck! "MOTHER! Just what are you doing?" Bobby looked over at the doorway and saw Regina's daughter, Mindy standing there. Part of him wanted to pull out and run, but it felt so damned good and Regina looked up at him and said, "Ignore her. She's jealous I got you first. Just fuck me." And Bobby did. He was soon coming in strong spurts and Regina was heaving her hips up to meet his thrusts. Finished, he rolled off Regina and watched as she grabbed her dress. To his utter amazement, as Regina stepped into her gown, Mindy was stepping out of hers. Regina turned her back to Mindy and Mindy pulled Regina's zipper up. Regina turned to Bobby, kissed him lightly on the lips and said, "Welcome to the club, Bobby. I'll be looking forward to seeing you when you get home for the Summer. Don't make yourself a stranger, understand?" "Sure, Mrs. Stone. And, thanks!" "You're welcome. Now you and Mindy have a good time and I'll see you later." Bobby looked at Mindy. She was standing in her bra, pantyhose and panties, smiling at Bobby. "You must have been good, Bobby. Contrary to popular belief, Mother doesn't invite everyone back. Why don't you get comfortable?" Bobby felt foolish as he realized that he was still dressed in his blazer, shirt, tie, and socks! He quickly stripped them all off and turned to Mindy. She smiled again, "Now, can you show ME how good you are?" Bobby walked toward Mindy. Mindy wasn't the tall beauty that her mother was. She was short and lean, and not nearly as rounded as Regina. Her hair and eyes were brown and her face was long and angular, with a fairly prominent nose and large teeth. As she dropped her bra to the floor, Bobby saw that her breasts were small and low on her chest and were already sagging. When she dropped her pantyhose and panties to the floor, Bobby noticed how thin her thighs were and how bushy her pussy was. ['Oh, well,' he thought, 'she's no beauty, but I'm not about to refuse her and destroy my welcome around here!]Mindy dropped to her knees and sucked Bobby's sloppy-wet prick into her mouth. Bobby's fingers combed into her hair and held her face tight to his groin as his cock revived itself in her steamy hot mouth. Bobby thought his dick popped out another inch or two when Mindy slid a finger up his ass! Mindy pulled her face away from his prick and looked up at the teenager, "I want you good and hard because I like it up the ass. Have you ever fucked anyone up the ass, Bobby?" Bobby groaned and pulled Mindy up by her armpits. As they kissed passionately, Mindy rubbed her wet pussy slit up against the boy's hard cock. They both fell back onto the bed and Mindy rolled over onto her stomach, "Butt-fuck me, Bobby! Shove it up my ass!" Over an hour later, Bobby stumbled back down to the tent. The party had cleared out considerably and there were only a few clusters of people sitting around some tables. His parents and sister were gone. Regina Stone was sitting at one table, between her husband and her son-in-law. She smiled at Bobby as he turned away from the bar with a beer. He smiled back and made his way over to the table with Scott and a few other neighborhood friends. "Hey, bud, where the fuck you been?" Scott asked. "Around. Being a good guest, checking out the Christmas decorations." "Yeah, sure." "Truth." Bobby gulped his beer and got another one. He was wiped out. Fucking Regina had been a dream come true, but fucking Mindy had been unbelievable. She was the most outrageous woman he had ever been to bed with, and as far as he could tell, there wasn't a single thing either one of them could think of that she wasn't willing to do, and do enthusiastically. Who would believe that it wasn't sexy, obvious, flamboyant Regina, but her quiet, mousy daughter that could fuck the dead back to life! What a night! Christmas Eve! Amanda had intentionally saved some of her shopping for Christmas Eve. She loved the excitement and the hustle-bustle of that last frantic rush. Bobby slept late and went into couch-potato mode in front of the TV. There were a couple of small bowl games on and he could always find a movie or two. Robert, Sr., relaxed in front of the fire and reviewed his portfolio as Laurie finished wrapping the last of the presents. After a late lunch, all four of them worked together preparing for an Anderson Christmas tradition. They laid out a buffet, and by eight o'clock, friends, neighbors and relatives were stopping by to share the holiday spirit before everyone went off to Midnight Mass. Christmas Day! Laurie awoke first. She loved those first quiet moments on Christmas morning. Soon, the rest of the family would be awake and opening presents and all the anticipation would be over. Before they knew it, Christmas would be over. But now, alone with her coffee and the radio softly playing Christmas carols, she sat and looked at the tree and the presents and savored the moment and the mood. "Mom?" It was Amanda on the steps. "Merry Christmas, Dear! Go wake your father and brother." Everyone agreed that Amanda had given the most thoughtful gifts. She gave Bobby two boxed sets of CDs, Eric Clapton and Pink Floyd, that he wanted but had never gotten around to buying. Her father loved the meerschaum pipe she gave him. And Laurie cried when she opened her package and saw the beautiful blue silk blouse that Amanda had picked out to match her mother's eyes. They all wanted to know how she had managed to save enough money to purchase such beautiful gifts. All too soon the storm of wrapping paper subsided. The hugs and kisses and thank-yous were done. The Andersons were dressed and headed out to Church, again. Amanda was singing at the 11 o'clock Mass and the rest of the family went to hear her. After church, they headed down to the soup kitchen to serve Christmas dinner to the less fortunate and then clean up. It was a busy day. Not a creature was stirring... Everyone had gone to bed early. Amanda lay in bed and thought back over her Christmas. It had been wonderful. She loved all of her gifts and was thrilled that everyone liked the gifts she had gotten them. She was tired, but still a little too keyed up to fall asleep. She got out of bed and put her robe on and went downstairs. The house was quiet, everyone else was asleep. She filled a tall glass with ice and then filled the glass with Irish Cream. There was still a small fire glowing in the fireplace, and the ashes were hot, so Amanda threw another two logs on the fire and curled up on the sofa. Soon, the fire was warming her outsides and her drink was warming her insides, and she began to relax. She finished the Irish Cream and poured another half-glass. She was enjoying the heat and the quiet and the tree lights and the booze. She liked the slight buzz she was feeling, too. She shifted a little on the sofa, and as she did, her nightshirt was pulled taut across her nipple. ['Oooo, THAT felt good!' she thought and then giggled.] As she held the glass in her left hand, she opened her robe and casually brushed the fingers of her right hand over her right nipple. She let out a tiny moan as she felt her nipple wrinkle and harden. ['I can't believe I'm still horny,' she thought, 'but this sure feels good!'] Amanda swallowed the rest of her drink and then placed both hands over her breasts. They were firm and eager to be touched. Her nipples were hard and were getting to that point that she loved -- when she could be a little rough as she squeezed and pinched them. She wanted to come. There was no doubt about that, now. She knew she should go to the privacy of her room, but she didn't want to move. She strained her ears, listening, but the house was quiet except for the flames popping and snapping. It was sexy, and definitely very naughty to be doing it in the family room with everyone home. In front of the fireplace was nice. That warmth would feel nice on her skin. With a quick movement, Amanda stood up, lowered her panties and sat back down on the sofa. She pulled her nightshirt up above her breasts and she was melting in pleasure from the heat of the fireplace and her own hands. It felt so sexy sitting there with her boobs and pussy naked and exposed. She wanted to finger her clit, but she held back. She didn't want to come quickly. She wanted to build up to it slowly, thinking sexy thoughts and teasing her body with her fingers. She thought about yesterday, Christmas Eve, at the mall... Amanda had Bobby drive her to the mall and drop her off. She had told her mother that she was meeting friends there, but she was lying. Her first stop was the CD store. It was packed and the Christmas music was blaring over the speakers. Douglas spotted her as she approached the counter. "Miss, those CDs you ordered came in. Please wait a moment." He called one of the other clerks over to take his place and walked out from behind the counter. He was twenty-six years old and the assistant manager of the store. He was tall, a bit over 6'3" and on the skinny side. He tried to be cool, but he tried even harder to impress his bosses, so he always wore a suit and a tie. As he approached Amanda, he pointed to the backroom door. "Hi, Amanda. I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show up, today." He liked young girls and used his ability to pass out CDs and cassettes to get on their friendly side every chance he could. "I told you I'd be in, Douglas. The CDs are a present." "Sure. Well, come on in the back." They stepped into the storeroom and Douglas shut the door behind them. There was a table set up with cold cuts and rolls and cookies. On the shelves were bottles of scotch and bourbon and vodka. "Having a little party, back here, Douglas?" "Sure. The boss treated to drinks and food. I can't be away from the front for long, so let's get right to it, Amanda." Amanda grinned at Douglas, "Did anyone ever tell you how romantic you are?" "Cut the crap. Let's do it." He opened his pants and lowered his zipper. He was already hard. Amanda stepped close and curled her fingers around his shaft. "Kiss me, Douglas. I want to be kissed." Douglas had fucked a lot of teenage girls, but none of them had been as beautiful or as accomplished as Amanda Anderson. Since August, he had been giving her CDs and his hard cock on a weekly basis, and she had been giving him the best sex he ever had. They kissed and Douglas's hands found their way to Amanda's breasts. She was wearing a vest over a soft turtleneck top. Under the top was only her tits. Her hard nipples were easy to find and Douglas began pulling at them. "C'mon, Amanda. It's got to be quick, today!" They separated and Douglas sat down on a small desk chair. Amanda lifted her denim miniskirt and lowered her tiny panties and straddled Douglas on the chair. Within seconds, Douglas's dick was buried to the hilt up Amanda's tight little pussy. "C'mon, now, and fuck me, Amanda. Give it to me good!" He smiled as he looked at the girl. She was bouncing up and down on his cock. Her eyes were closed tightly and she was breathing hard through her mouth -- moaning and groaning. The bitch truly loved fucking! As much as he was enjoying it, Douglas felt himself boiling up to blast-off point. And then he was over the top, pulling Amanda down hard on his lap and lifting her by her waist, pumping his cum deep inside her. He was just about finished coming when... "What the fuck is going on here?!" It was the store owner.Peter Abruzzi was thirty-eight, married with four kids, and ran three stores. He was short and bulky, like an old-time running back. He was a tough businessman and a bastard to work for. Douglas pushed Amanda off his lap and she fell to the floor. She landed there with her skirt up to her waist and her pretty legs spread wide open, flashing an open, wet beaver at the intruder. She quickly stood up as Douglas was zipping up. "Ah... Mr. Abruzzi... Ah... I can explain!" "No, you can't, Douglas." He hooked his thumb at the door. "Get back out on the floor. Now!" When he was gone, Abruzzi looked at the gorgeous teenager standing in front of him. She had paled considerably in the last minute or so and was obviously scared. "So, tell me. What was he giving you for letting him bone you?" Amanda was going to lie and say 'nothing,' but she quickly decided that the truth didn't matter. "A boxed set of Eric Clapton CDs." "A boxed set, eh? You that good?" "He says I am." "S'at so? Well, how about this, little girlie? I get to see for myself how good you are?" Amanda didn't say anything, but shook her head. "No? Well, how about I make this clear? You walk with me through that door and we go to Mall Security and call the county cops, or you walk over here and unzip me." Amanda walked over to the owner and knelt. She reached up and pulled his zipper down. She reached inside the opening and found his cock, feeling it growing hard in her hand. "Taste it, bitch." Amanda leaned forward and took his hardness into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the smooth, pink tip and it no longer mattered whose cock it was. She loved the way penises felt. She loved the smoothness and the firmness and how warm they were. Abruzzi was enjoying the blow-job, but he wanted a piece of this young pussy. "Stand up. Walk over to the chair and bend over." Amanda did as she was told and pulled her skirt up to her waist without being told. Abruzzi stepped behind the teenager and began pushing his cock between her pink pussy lips. She was tight and the owner was afraid he was going to cum even before he got it all the way in her! He didn't last much longer than his first deep thrust. The kid matched his rhythm and before he could blink, he was spewing his goo into the little slut's pussy. "Whew! What a fuck! Douglas is right, you are good." Amanda was blushing wildly as she stepped and wiggled into her panties and lowered her skirt. "Can I keep the CDs, mister?" "Huh? Oh, sure. Sure. Here," he said as he reached to a shelf, "take another one, too. You like Pink Floyd?" "Yeah, sure. Thank you." Peter Abruzzi was sitting in the chair, still catching his breath and fixing a drink as Amanda placed the new set into her bag and reached for the doorknob. "Well, thanks again. And... and Merry Christmas." Abruzzi looked up and stared as the beautiful teenager waved and walked out of the store room. In front of the fireplace, Amanda let her finger trail down over her smooth stomach and through her pussy hair. Slowly, oh so slowly, she pressed her index finger between her pussy lips and grazed it across her hard little clit. "OH!" Sensitive. Very sensitive. She decided not to touch her clit again for a while if she wanted to last a little longer. Go slow. She was looking forward to a great come. She was relaxed and warm and buzzed. Her body was very sensitive, and she had sexy thoughts to think... Amanda found Snake and Spider at the fountain in the center of the mall. She giggled to herself at their silly nicknames. Snake was really Brandon and Spider was Jason, but they insisted on their friends using their nicknames. Especially when they were decked out in their skateboard "uniforms" the way they were whenever they weren't in school -- baggy jeans, old Converses, long t-shirts and earrings and fake (at least Amanda thought they were fake) tattoos. "Hey," Spider said. Snake nodded. "Hey." Amanda had run into the two guys at parties. They were both freshmen in high school and were inseparable. "What's up?" "Just shopping. I saw a pipe I'd like for my father, but I can't afford it." "Tough." "Yeah. I was wondering..." "Yeah?" Amanda had a feeling they knew what she was going to ask them, but they weren't volunteering anything. "Yeah. I was wondering, like, if we could work out some kind of trade. I really want that pipe." "What ya got to trade?" It was the first thing Snake had said, so Amanda knew he was interested. Amanda looked down at her feet, acting coy. "You know." "When? Where?" Spider asked. Amanda looked up at him, "Now? Here?" "Deal!" That was Snake. In the tobacco store, everything went smoothly. The clerk was weighing tobacco for Amanda and had his back to the store. Snake came rolling in and went right to the cigar humidor room and opened the door. The owner stepped quickly after him, telling him to shut the door. Spider popped into the store, Amanda pointed at the pipe in its nice little box and everything disappeared under Spider's shirt before he popped out of the store, again. They met in the utility access hall, outside the restrooms. Spider gave Amanda her package and Snake checked the men's room and signaled with his head for them to follow. The three teenagers went to the last stall and closed the door after them. It was crowded and clumsy, and they all got the giggles every time they heard someone come in and use the facilities, but it was fun and didn't take all that long to complete their business. The real joke occurred when they were done. They opened the stall door and there was an older man standing at the mirror, combing his hair. They walked across the room, staring straight ahead at the door. They knew the man was watching them in the mirror. They finally reached the door and ran down the hall, laughing hysterically. Amanda was now on the floor with her back against the sofa. She was closer to the fire and it was almost too hot on her skin, but it still felt so good. Her skin was dry and warm, a lot like when she sunbathes. A lot like when she was sunbathing last summer at the Miller's pool... Marian Miller was away again. She worked for a publisher and this summer she was travelling with some authors on a long sales trip. Rasheed and Yolanda were playing in the shallow end. Amanda was on a chaise watching them when Ron opened the back door of the house. "Daddy's home!" Both kids squealed and ran to him. After hugging and lifting the kids, Ron waved to Amanda. "Hi, Mr. Miller. I have dinner ready, if you feel like pasta salad and grilled chicken." "Sounds great, Amanda. Will you join us?" "Yeah, stay, Amanda!" yelled Rasheed. He knew if she stayed, he'd get a book or two read to him before bed. "Well, okay, if you don't mind." This was becoming a habit. Amanda had been babysitting for the Millers for almost a year, but with Marian's travelling, it was a full-time job this summer. Now, for the last week, Amanda would have dinner ready for Ron and the kids and he would invite her to stay. They would do the dishes together and together they would put the kids to bed, and then Amanda would walk home. She felt herself becoming closer to the three of them, like being a part of their family. Marian was some abstract being that lived somewhere out over the phone lines. Ron, on the other hand, was very much there. He was good-looking and funny. He was very sweet with his children, and was always a gentleman around Amanda. At the same time, Amanda got the impression he found her attractive. She often caught him staring at her in her bathing suit or shorts. She also found him attractive. His skin was smooth looking and the color of coffee with cream in it. He had a thin mustache that she liked. In a bathing suit, it was obvious he worked out. But he didn't bulge like a gym-rat. He was bulked, but hard and smooth. His torso tapered from broad shoulders down to a flat stomach and trim hips. Then one night, Ron opened a bottle of wine and kept Amanda's glass full during dinner. After they got the kids in bed, he invited her to stay for coffee, telling her he was tired of sitting by himself until bedtime. With the coffee, he served her a Tia Marie mist, and she loved it. He refilled her coffee and drink and put a movie in the VCR. They both sat on the sofa watching "Sleepless In Seattle." Before the movie ended, they were in each other's arms, kissing passionately. At that time, Amanda was a virgin. She had made-out with boys when the lights went out at parties, but nothing more serious than that. But this... This was Romance and she was ready to be swept up in its embrace. Ron stood up and lifted Amanda into his arms. Oh, god, her heart melted! They kissed as he walked down the hall and into his bedroom. He lay her down on the big bed and began to undress. Amanda was in a one-piece bathing suit and beach wrap, which she quickly shed. Ron moved beside her and caressed her budding breasts. It was the first time anyone besides herself had seen them naked and touched them. She tingled to his soft, gentle touch. Her breathing quickened. He moved his face over one of her breasts and gently sucked a nipple into his mouth. His free hand glided down her body to her pussy. She felt his fingers spreading her lips down there and touching her clitoris, she trembled with so much pleasure, she thought she was going to scream and cry and wet herself all at the same time. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't stand his touch anymore, but she knew she'd die if he stopped. It was her first orgasm.When she was able to breathe again, she smiled at Ron and hugged him, "Wow! Thank you!" Ron smiled back and rolled onto his back. His cock looked huge to Amanda, but even she had to admit that she wasn't an expert at the time. He cradled her head on his shoulder and guided her hand down to his erection. She was shocked when she touched him. She didn't know what to expect, but what it felt like was a surprise. It was warm and soft. But firm and hard. It was dry and the skin slid up and down on the shaft. The tip was so smooth and the flesh under the round head was so soft. His hair was tight and curly, and covered the sac of balls. She loved it! She felt his hand on the back of her head and she knew what he wanted. She and Amber and Heather had often talked about sex and how to do it. The three of them had agreed that they would never put a penis in their mouths -- not the thing boys pee with! But here she was, eagerly and curiously moving her mouth to do exactly that! She licked it. She sucked it. She kissed it. She made it wet with her saliva. And Ron seemed to be enjoying everything she was doing. Finally, Ron pulled her face away from his prick and she knew what was next. It was the next logical step and she wanted it. She knew at that moment that she loved this beautiful man. Ron reached over to the night table and squeezed something clear out of a tube and spread it over the head of his penis. Then he knelt between Amanda's wide-open legs. "Is this your first time?" Embarrassed, Amanda nodded. "If it hurts, it will only hurt for a second and then it will feel good. Okay? Do you trust me, Amanda?" Again, she nodded. But it didn't hurt. Maybe it was horseback riding, or her gymnastics or the other sports she played, but there was definitely no pain. Amanda knew she was addicted to what they were doing from the second that his penis head spread her pussylips and plunged into her. She had never felt anything like it! The pleasure of feeling so spread, so filled and all her nerves down there sending pleasure messages to her brain. She knew she never wanted to stop fucking Ron Miller. And fuck him she did. All summer. The day after that first time Amanda went to the clinic and started on the pill. Ron used condoms until it was safe. As soon as the kids were in bed, so were they. Marian would come home for a day or two and they would stop, barely able to keep their hands off each other. Then she would leave and Ron and Amanda would get right back to it. He showed her what he liked and what positions he wanted. He loved fucking doggie-style and having his dick sucked, but he never went down on her. She asked him once, late in the summer, and all he said was that he didn't do that. It didn't really matter all that much to her. When the end of the summer approached, Amanda began to wonder what was going to happen. As unlikely as their situation looked because of their ages, Amanda had told Ron that she loved him and she had shown him she could handle the house -- cooking and cleaning and raising the children. He had to know she wasn't doing it for the lousy five dollars an hour they were paying her. But Marian returned, and Ron didn't say anything to Amanda other than "thanks for your help with the kids." Her heart was broken. But it didn't take long to find out that Ron was not the only man in the world. Weekend parties offered Amanda her choice of boys -- and she exercised that choice. Now, almost naked before the dying fire, Amanda spread her pussylips with her fingers and with her other hand inserted three fingers into her pussy as she rubbed her clit with her thumb. She was thinking of the date she had had with a boy named Philip. Philip was only visiting for the weekend and he had begged -- actually begged! -- Amanda to let him eat her. It had been her pleasure! Just like now! She was losing control. She was about to come. She knew she was going to scream so she bit a mouthful of her robe and nightshirt. She was coming! Oh, GOD! How she was coming! Her whole body, her whole mind was coming! She was lost to the world. She was going to scream, to faint, to cry. OH, GOD, WHAT A COME! It went on and on and on. It was the come she had wanted. Long and intense and deep. Oh, god! She lay there and spit the cloth from her mouth and replaced it with a silly grin. Oh, that was GOOD! It would be perfect if she could feel a big, fat, hard cock sliding into her wet pussy, deeper and harder than her fingers had been. Oh, she'd love to be getting fucked right now! And she's laying there on the floor, with her nightshirt rolled up to her neck, her legs spread wide. The mantle clock softly chimes midnight. Christmas is over. Amanda hears a quiet noise at the doorway. She looks up. She doesn't move. She smiles. "Hello, big brother..."

Part 4 of 4

Collections/Kristen's_Collection/Book_Shelf_C/Christmas with the Andersons 4 (family, inc).txt

damage37@hotmail.com

Sneaky Peek

'Wait here, Paul. I'll only be a minute or two; I nearly forgot!' and off he ran. As I heard the door close behind Steve, I sat there continuing to doodle away on the pad of paper we had been sharing. He was 14, 3 years older than me, and always ran errands for his mum no questions asked. This time it was for some milk from the corner shop, which was about 5 minutes down the road, so I knew I had at least 10 or 15 minutes to spare. He was supposed to have gotten the milk ages ago, but our doodling session had engrossed us longer than expected. He had to get it now, as his mum would be home in about half an hour or so. Was that him back already? Surely not, that was only seconds! He must have forgotten something. I got up from the bed and walked towards the living room, which is where the footsteps seemed to go. As I neared the living room, I could hear a low voice moan from the bathroom. I slowly walked towards the bathroom and peeked my eyes round the door frame. There, to my shock, was his mother hiking her skirt up in obvious panic and desperation, muttering about going to pee herself. My face went red! I couldn't believe my luck! I'd always thought Steve's mum was quite sexy, never thought I'd EVER see something as cool as this! 'Oh no!' she gasps, pushing both her hands into her crotch. I think she's just peed herself slightly. She stands like a statue for a moment, then the panties are whipped down to her knees. She shoves her ass above the pan and lets rip with a flood! My previously limp cock was hard...REALLY hard! I could see the piss exiting her pussy and could hear it splash into the water with great force. 'OOHHHhhhhhh........,' a sigh of great relief from Steve's mother. Standing there watching her pee, my hand began adjusting my cock, which was still inside my pants. Should I take it out and start masturbating? No... I don't want to get caught or end up cumming all over myself or the house in case his mum finds out. Still more pee! Where is this woman storing all this water? After a while, it slows to a trickle, then some drips, and I can see her beginning to relax more. Her thighs, once tense and quivering with panic, are now relaxed, and she's now reaching for some paper. 'Ohhh...I NEEDED that...Jesus...,' Steve's mum whispers to herself and wipes herself with the paper she got from the holder. I take my hand away from my cock for fear of cumming in my pants. I'd never be able to explain away the stain in my pants to either Steve's mum, my mum, OR Steve. 'Suppose I'd better change myself after that...' Hearing that this voyeuristic show was over, I ran back to Steve's bedroom and sat on the bed, pencil in hand, heart pounding, pretending to have been here all the time. I hear her footsteps walk past the bedroom door and into her own bedroom. Should I chance it again? Why not. I get up from the bed and slowly open the bedroom door, walk towards her bedroom...the door's open! Yes! I lie on the floor and again peek my eyes round the corner to see if I can get a good view of Steve's mum. Yes! I can see her! She's going through the drawers in her dresser, getting fresh clothes out. Hopefully, I'll see another show. 'These'll do...,' she says, dropping the clothes on the bed and kicking her shoes off. Her hands start unbuttoning her blouse, my hands start unzipping my trousers and pulling my cock from within. I masturbate slowly, one false move and I'd EASILY cum watching this! She finishes the buttons, pulls the blouse from her skirt belt, and opens the blouse, giving a full view of her bra and tits. Now Steve's mum might be 34, but she's a cracking 34! Her boobs aren't LARGE, but big enough to make the bra take a bit of strain. Her long brown hair, blue eyes, long shapely legs, and slightly big ass have always turned me on, big time. She takes off the blouse and tosses it on the bed beside the other clothes. Next, the belt comes off and drops on the floor. With the belt off, the skirt can be next. She unbuttons the three buttons on the front and drops it to the ground too. Her panties are small and thin; I can't quite make out her pussy hair though. God, I'm gonna cum!!...no...no...I mustn't! She bends over to pick up the skirt, giving a great view down the crack between her tits. With the skirt on the bed, she turns with her back to me and bends over and picks up the belt. What an ASS!! Her ass isn't exactly small and firm, but it's not huge either. I've always liked her non-perfect ass; I don't know what it is about it, there's just that 'something'. The thought of her pussy pointing towards me was doubly erotic!! I could see a small dark stain on the crotch of her panties, no doubt that was why she froze in the bathroom, very nearly DID pee herself! Women, or girls for that matter, pissing had ALWAYS been a turn-on for me ever since I'd discovered the beauty of the female. With only the underwear left, the bra was first of the two. The straps were lowered, and the entire bra turned back to front, with her breasts being completely exposed for me to ogle over. God, they were nice. What I wouldn't do to be able to touch them, caress them...better still CUM on them! MMmmmm..... my cock was beginning to ache with the hammering it was taking. My knob was bright red and full of slimy pre-cum. Bending over slightly and putting her hand on her panties, she drops them to her ankles, another view of her cleavage, but when she stands up, an EVEN BETTER view! Her pussy! It's beautiful! NO hair at all! Her hairless pussy is a REAL turn-on. I'm about to cream the carpet I'm lying on and let out an involuntary 'Ugh!'. 'Who's there?!...,' she asks, covering herself with her hands and arms. I stand up, show myself, and reply, 'S....s....sorry...,' head bowed, eyes to the floor, cock pointing straight out. 'You were watching me get undressed!! You PEEKER!!,' but she doesn't seem mad. 'I'm sorry....I....I....,' I don't know what to say... 'Well, could you stop pointing that thing in my direction in case it goes off?...,' she nods towards my stiff prick. 'Wha?...oh!...uh....ummm....s...sorry...,' and cover my cock with my hands. 'Stop saying sorry! It's OK, you were inquisitive, that's OK...' 'You....your...not mad at me?,' I ask in surprise. 'No...I didn't know you were here, I should have checked if anyone was home and closed the door. It's partly my fault too, Paul. Come over here...,' she answers, waving a finger at me. 'That's pretty big for a boy of your age. Bet the girls like you!,' she says, making me blush. 'Don't know...never been with a girl before,' I tell her with my cock going limp. 'Really? A handsome young guy like you? Really?' 'Really,' I answer, still embarrassed. 'I find that VERY hard to believe,' she replies, putting her arm round me, her breast touching my side, and her other hand touching my arm. Now I can see her naked pussy only feet away from me. My cock instantly goes hard again. 'I see you like me, Paul.,' again she nods at my out-of-control dick. 'Uh...ye...yes....your VERY pretty...' 'Why, thank you, Paul. Thank you. Well, I don't care what the girls in school think, but I think you're quite handsome and...how can I put it...uhh...well endowed.,' and winks at me, 'Were you masturbating about me out there? I bet you were. Did you cum?' 'Y...yes I was. No I didn't ..uh...cum...' 'Well, if you help me cum, I'll help you cum. Would you like that?' 'Sure...' 'Well, you do me first, just kneel between my legs.' My cock was bursting with blood! A REAL close-up of her pussy! AND She was gonna give me a hand job and make me cum!As she opened her legs, I got off the bed and knelt between her thighs. Her shaved pussy was gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous. 'Now, I'll part my pussy lips, like this, and I want you to lick this bump here,' she instructed, pointing to her clit. I could smell a slight hint of pee, but right now, I couldn't have cared what it was. 'Not too fast though, I like my orgasms to creep up on me.' I began licking slowly but firmly on the bump in her pussy. Immediately, she began moaning, kind of the same way as when she was peeing. Her hands were on my head, holding me in, as if I'd have to be held in. Hah! 'MMMMmmmm... you're doing great... mmmmm... make me cum...,' she purred. I kept one hand on my cock to keep it hard. Pre-cum was on my hand, and it wouldn't take much for me to cum. 'Ohhhhhh... uh... uh... mmmmmm... I'm gonna cum real soon... don't stop licking no matter what!... MMMMmmmmm...' She was crushing my head into her pussy, my nose was pressed against her skin just above her clit, and I was finding it hard to breathe, but wasn't about to complain. I put her clit in my lips and flicked my tongue over the tip, hoping I was doing the right thing. 'Oh Jesus!! that's SOOOO good!! uhh!! UHHHH!!!! I'm gonna cum!!! UHHHHhh!!! UHHHH!!!...' And cum she did, her whole body spasming, her hips bucking wildly, and her body shivering. 'Oh my God!! Where'd you learn to do THAT?!!,' she enquired. 'Nowhere, it just seemed like a good idea...,' I replied, shrugging my shoulders. 'Well, you're damn right it was a good idea! Now, I want you to sit on the bed.' I sit on the bed, but she tells me to lie back. A hand-job from Steve's mum. Paradise! As I lay there thinking about this whole scene, Steve's mum takes my cock in her hand. 'Now, Paul. This is what's known as a blow job.' What?! She's gonna give me a blow job?! Jesus! I'm in MORE than paradise! She takes my cock in her mouth. I almost came right away. 'I... I'm... I'm gonna cum soon... mmmm...,' I stammer. 'Well, good. I want you to cum all over my face,' she states with a grin and puts my cock back in her mouth. The feel of her tongue under my cock is amazing, her saliva lubricating my cock inside her mouth. Holding my prick in one hand and bobbing back and forth with her mouth is sheer ecstasy. I never want this to end. I can hear her mumbling 'MMMmmmmm' whilst sucking on me. My ball sack is way up to my cock, ready to shoot the load, but not yet. She takes my cock from her mouth to talk. 'You've started dribbling pre-cum, it tastes soooooo good,' and puts my cock back in her mouth and begins sucking faster and faster. 'I'm... ugh... I'm gonna... c... c... cum...,' and my cock is quickly removed from her mouth by her hand. She points my cock at her face and wanks me hard and fast. My load fires out like a bullet, hitting her on the cheek, another on the side of her nose, some on her lips, which she licks off, and some dribbles from my tip and falls to her tits. 'Oh my goodness! that was a LOT! you MUST have been excited, Paul!' 'God... that... that was amazing... I've never felt like that before, EVER...,' I gasp. 'Thank you... glad we could help each other out,' she says with cum still running down her face. 'Steve should be back anytime soon, we'd better tidy ourselves up.' I stand up, put my cock back into my trousers, zip up, and make my way towards Steve's room again. I can't even doodle just now, my hands won't stop shaking, nor my legs for that matter! Steve's mum dons a beach towel and heads for the bathroom. No sooner are we in our places when the door opens, and in runs Steve. 'Sorry I took so long, the shop was REALLY busy,' he puffed. 'Your mum's home.' 'Really? She's early. Where is she?' 'Oh, she's in the bathroom cleaning herself up.' 'Why? Did she fall in a puddle?,' he laughed. 'Dunno, you could say that, I suppose,' I replied, picking up a pencil and trying to look innocent. Later that evening, before I left my friend's house, Steve's mum approached me and thanked me for the orgasm I gave her, and I thanked her in return for my orgasm. Before I left, I winked at her and said, 'Now I know what to do to the girls in school.' She replied, 'Oh no! you'll need more lessons before you know what to REALLY do!', and winked back at me... it was obvious this WASN'T the end! NOT THE END...

Collections/Kristen's_Collection/Book_Shelf_S/Sneaky Peek (mF, voy, public).txt

Wetpatch (1994)

Submit Bitch (Mdom-Fsub)

'Get up on the bed, lay down on your back and pull your legs up. I want to see you take those three fingers in your mouth and stick them up your ass.' 'Yes, master.' You're too far gone, what else can you do, you need to cum. Besides, it sounds like fun. 'You like it when I tell you what to do, don't you, slave?' 'Yes, master,' you really do. 'Very good, slave. Now take them out of your ass, suck them off... yes, very good. Stick them in your ass again... farther, fuck your ass, slave. Do you like to fuck your own ass, slave?' 'Yes, master,' you love that filled-up feeling, oh so close to cumming. 'Don't stop fucking your own pussy, slave.' You're cumming, cumming, 'Ahhhhhhh!' 'What are you doing, slave?' 'I'm cumming, master... Ahhhhh, I'm cumming, master...' You've never cum so hard in your life... again and again, you just keep cumming. Three fingers in your pussy and three in your ass, it feels so good you don't want it to stop. But I pull your damp, sticky hands from your ass and pussy, put them to your mouth, and you lick them clean. I pull them over your head towards the wooden headboard where I handcuff them, locking you to the bed. Now what do I have in mind for you? Now that you are handcuffed to the bed, I leave the room and go to the bathroom. When I return, you see a can of shaving cream and a razor! You begin a weak protest, 'No, don't shave my pussy! Please, master, don't shave me!' 'A true slave must be bare before her master!' I explain. 'Please, master, I'll do anything, please...' you twist in your restraints, bucking your hips and thighs in a vain attempt to break free. 'I know you'll do anything I say, but I don't remember asking you to speak. Now you will be gagged to teach you how to be quiet!' With that, I grab your panties and stuff them in your mouth, securing them with an old tie. You look on helplessly as I cover your sex with foam and begin to shave you bare. I work slowly and deliberately, removing every trace of hair from your pussy. Now your beautiful bald pussy glistens, I rub your nub quickly between my fingers, making you moan and twitch. Then, slowly tracing the outline of your sex with my finger, I dip into your hot pussy, covering it with your sweet juice. Sucking your juice from my finger, I see your clit protruding from its sheath, begging to be caressed, you moan deeply, urging me to release you. Your eyes meet mine, I see that look of lust in your eyes, burning in you, I know what it is you want and I stop, I want you on the brink again. I open the oil from the kitchen and slowly drip it on your calves and thighs, gently massaging it in. Dragging my fingers up your calves to your thighs, I continue to slide and glide my hands over your legs, teasingly close to your sex, keeping you on the brink. Pouring a small pool on your belly, I spread it over your whole body. Paying special attention to your breasts, I massage them, pulling on your hardened nipples, flicking them between my fingers, teasing you, driving you crazy with lust. Working the oil into your skin, I make your breasts shine. Each is aglow from the oil, shimmering in the light. Your body is tense, the sexual tension in your body controls you, you are powerless against your urges. I stop and ask, 'Are you my slave?' You eagerly nod your head in understanding, straining in your bonds, wanting to give me a sign of your surrender. 'So you are my slave, you will do then as I tell you or be disciplined. Do you agree?' Again, you nod your head in surrender. 'When you have earned my cock through your obedience, you will taste it. When you have earned my cock through devotion, you will have it in your ass. And when you have earned my cock through your creativity, you will have it in your pussy. Do you understand?' You nod this time with full realization. With that, I leave the room and return with a cucumber about my size. I untie the gag and place the cucumber to your lips, saying, 'Until you have earned my cock, this will be your satisfaction. Show me you want my cock.' With that, you lewdly wrap your lips around the cucumber, sucking it deep into your mouth, licking its entire length and kissing it all over. 'Very good, slave,' I say, 'now we will see how your pussy likes it.' Pulling it from your mouth, I spread your lips and slowly glide the entire cucumber into your hot sex. Quickly, you move your hips up and down, eager to get relief, but I don't let you. I pull it out and bring it to your lips. You suck your sweet juice from it, licking the length of the cucumber suggestively. Teasing you, I rest it on your bare pussy, just touching your clit, pressuring your sensitive bud. I move to the headboard and free your hands. 'Slave, I want to see where you want my cock first. I want you to fuck yourself, you choose where to begin.' 'Thank you, master,' you respond hungrily, happy to show how good a slave you are. Now what to do? Closing your eyes, you grab the cucumber, first sucking it deep in your throat as best you can. Kneeling on all fours in the middle of the bed, you turn your ass to me. Spreading your legs wide, you open your asshole and pussy, running the cucumber over your lips, you tease yourself. Then, plunging it deep into your cunt, you wickedly fuck yourself. Pulling it from your sex, you place it against your Hershey hole, with one motion you impale your ass. Slowly at first, stretching your asshole to accommodate the invader, a moan escapes your lips as you drive the cue in and out. Rotating the fake phallus deep in your ass, you build the tempo, working yourself to a backdoor climax. Knees weak, you collapse on the bed, still impaled on the cucumber. 'Very good, slave, now to demonstrate your obedience to me, I have one more test. First, I want you to shower. If you perform well in this test, you will taste me tonight.' You quickly shower and dry off, looking for your clothes, you see that I have given you only your garter belt, hose, and shoes, but added a collar. Dressing, you meet me in the living room. You see I have a medium-sized butt plug in my hand, your asshole twitches in anticipation. 'Very good, slave, this is all you will wear while you are here. Before we go, I want you to remember your place, bend over.' Looking between your legs, you see me grease the butt plug, spreading your ass cheeks, you feel me slip the plug into your ass, giving you that full feeling again. Letting you stand up, I hand you your coat and head for the door. 'Now we will go,' I say as I open the door and step out. Where will we go? Getting on the highway, we drive along for a while in silence, finally, I break the silence with this command, 'Take off your coat and rub your breasts. I want you to get your nipples hard.' Taking off your coat, you slowly rub your breasts, closing your eyes, you block out the road noise and concentrate on teasing your nipples. As your nipples get hard, you feel the first twitches in your pussy, your asshole contracts around the butt plug, sending little tingles up and down your body, magnifying your arousal. You're drawn back to the present with the sound of a truck horn, honking next to you. Your eyes flash open in time to see the beefy truck driver grinning in his mirror. You stop on instinct, hearing my sharp command as your face flushes and your pussy warms even more. 'Did I tell you to stop? Pull on your nipples, get them hard again.' Starting again, you pull on your nipples, closing your eyes, you lean back in the seat. Thinking about the driver, you imagine his hard dick straining against his pants, you imagine his dick on your lips, your mouth opens as you imagine his cock pushing past your lips. You stick your tongue out as your hand wanders off your breast to your clit.Pulling it from its sheath, you quickly rub the nub with your index finger. Working some pussy juice from your lips, you rub your clit quickly, working on your first orgasm. "Very good slave, now taste yourself, show the drivers your wet pussy." Boldly, you slip two fingers into your dripping sex, thrusting deep. You pull them from your pussy and seductively suck first one, then the other, into your mouth. Opening your eyes, you see a line of vehicles passing you on your right. Keeping the two fingers in your mouth, you take your other hand from your breast and rub your slit, spreading your pussy lips wide. You hotly rub your clit, climaxing loudly. "Very good slave, you have almost passed. Now take the plug from your ass. I want you to fuck both your pussy and asshole!" Sliding down farther in the seat, you pull the plug from your asshole with a loud pop! Sucking two fingers in your mouth, you slip them in your waiting butthole. Slipping two in your pussy, you begin rocking back and forth in the seat. Wave after wave builds in your sex, building the tempo. You arch your back, thrusting your breasts up and out. You see a woman driver pass by, open-mouthed. Imagining that woman's pussy over your mouth, you lewdly stick your tongue out as a third finger joins the other two in your ass. Faster and faster, you run your fingers in and out, tensing as you feel your climax rising. Moaning out loud, you cum again. "Excellent slave, you have earned my cock!" I respond. Looking at my crotch, you see the bulge of my cock. Reaching over, you unzip my pants and free my cock. Oblivious to the rest of the world, you slide your lips over my cock, tasting the pre-cum. You slurp loudly, bobbing your head up and down, holding on to my cock with one hand while you pump your mouth up and down. Feeling my climax build, you suck as much of my dick in your mouth as you can. You taste the first spurts of my cum, quickly swallowing it. You finger your own pussy as I flood your mouth with the rest of my load. Sucking the last drop from my dick, you continue to finger your own pussy, flashing passersby with a full moon. Cumming again, you're finished with my cock, tucking it back into my pants. Pulling off the highway, I turn around and head back home.

Collections/Kristen's_Collection/Book_Shelf_S/Submit Bitch (Mdom-Fsub).txt

Joe Roberts

Stockholm Syndrome

'Well,' the policeman stated, 'you should upgrade your security. Burglars often return to the same house when they think that the insurance has paid out.' 'I'll do that.' It was a bit of a grumpy reply, but then I was severely pissed off. I had just moved my stuff into my new house when I had been burgled. Some expensive guitars and a laptop had gone while I had been going to and fro between the old address and the new one. The new address was much closer to the city centre, so less commuting, and it was much more space for the money. The downside was that it lay on the border between a newly gentrified section and an older, rougher area; presumably the home of my opportunist burglars. It wasn't the money – honest – it was the thought of someone invading my space and helping themselves to my gear, maybe someone who had been watching me. I raged internally and thought of physically attacking the next person who tried to burgle me. A perfectly normal reaction, I thought. Another reason I had chosen this house was that it had a good-sized, dry cellar with electrics and plumbing. I had arranged with a local builder to use special soundproof plasterboard to re-plaster the walls. The cost was only £10 a sheet more than normal plasterboard. With the addition of a shower, toilet, small stove, fridge, and a camp bed, someone could live in it. I didn't intend to rent it out, but for occasional use as a spare bedroom if necessary. Its main purpose was as a music room where the elevated sound levels would not bother the neighbours. I bought two heavy, insulated doors, one as a back door and the other for the cellar. As a test, I played music through a 100-watt speaker. There was no sound leakage to the upper floor. There, the matter might have rested except for the trivial coincidence of a female colleague lending me 'Fifty Shades of Grey' at this point in my life. I have to say that I enjoyed it, although it was the exchange of emails which I enjoyed most. It was almost like reading Jane Austen for the 21st century. The BDSM sections which caused the notoriety didn't do much for me except pique my curiosity about what an authentic scene would involve. I found a relevant site in about sixty seconds on the internet. The first clip was of a couple who enjoyed spanking. There was nothing to scare the horses there, I thought. The next one left me aghast. If this had come from a police cell somewhere, Amnesty International would have organised a demonstration outside the relevant embassy in three days flat. A naked woman was led to what looked like a picnic table with the legs shortened. She kneeled down, on the seat as it were, and stretched out her body and arms across the table. Two women in stereotypical dominatrix clothes strapped her ankles and wrists so that her body was pinioned and her buttocks prominently displayed. One of the dominatrices barked instructions in a language which was not English. She then chose a cane from a bundle and swished it as though to test it. Up to this point, I thought that I was watching an unthreatening role-play. The cane was poised and then swung horizontally. The noise of it connecting with solid flesh was no pretence. The naked woman gasped and then counted what presumably was 'one!' This had left a livid weal across both buttocks. I started to feel a bit uneasy about watching this. This was repeated until there must have been ten blows. The camera moved in and the screen filled with the buttocks which were bleeding and bruised. Another woman was led to the device. I clicked off and sped to the end of the video. There were four naked women kneeling on a couch with their backs to the camera which framed the buttocks. All had presumably been flogged in the same way as the buttocks and sometimes the tops of the thighs bore the marks of the cane. Despite my unease at what I had seen, that image began to colonise my mind. To have someone bound and unable to resist physical punishment, indeed, to be complicit in it, seemed most attractive. Particularly when I transferred the image to the person who had burgled me, how good would that be? I began to visualise the burglar in the same position, counting the strokes and displaying the marks of abuse; how satisfying would that be? I began to develop a bit of split personality, preparing for such a scheme while denying that it could ever take place. Ikea provided a solid table and a bed, both to be bolted to the floor. Internet sites provided the restraints for the table, manacles, canes, some new security items and a curious ex-government hardware store from which I collected a chain, sold by the metre. It looked as if it could restrain a tank. The last thing was a baseball bat. I wrapped an old sheet around it and taped it down. The tricky bit was measuring where I wanted to bolt the chain to the floor. It had to be long enough to reach the shower, the toilet, the table and the bed but nothing else. The new security cameras were expensive, as I had bought ones which were designed to be discreet, and which contained an infrared option and were connected to a computer hard drive which could store months of data. Was I ready? Yes. I left my replacement stuff out on display with the curtains open. I would drive off in the evening and leave a small light on to invite interest. When I came back, I would review the security recordings. With a fast-forward option, this only took a few moments per evening. I was beginning to think that my burglar or burglars had no interest in me when I caught something on the fast forward. Someone was definitely interested in the house and the entrance at the back. Game on! The next time I left the house, I just parked a block away and quickly came back. I let myself in through the back gate, then the back door and left them both unlocked. Everything I needed was to hand. All I needed to do was hide myself where I could see the monitor for the cameras. Two hours later, he appeared. He crept past the back once and then twice. He hesitated, "Come on!" I thought. "Yes!" He took the bait and opened the gate, and insinuated himself up to the door. Luckily for him, I had oiled the hinges so it opened silently. This appeared to give him some confidence as he came in, found nothing of interest in the kitchen, so he entered the room where I was waiting. He couldn't help himself. He went straight to the laptop and lifted it up. Even with my eyes shut and with dark glasses which I had put on as he came in, the blinding light was like watching the 1950's atomic bomb tests. The security searchlight only came on for a few seconds, but it was designed to blind any thief who lifted an item off the pressure pad which was connected to the device. I bought it from America and the leaflet which came with it suggested that it might be illegal in the UK. I cared? My burglar was swearing and staggering around holding his eyes. "Now or never," I thought. I gripped the bat and swung at his head. A soft thump was followed by a precipitate collapse. The first pair of handcuffs went around his wrists, the second around his feet. I picked him up with my arms round his chest and dragged him to the cellar. I went down first and he followed with his feet banging down the stairs. When I had been really mad, I envisaged doing this the other way around with his head banging on the stairs. I unshackled the cuffs on his feet, wrestled off his shoes and socks, attached one foot to the free end of the chain. Checked his breathing, dragged him onto the table face down with his torso flat and his feet on the ground; tied his lower legs with the restraints bolted to the table leg, cut off all his clothing with scissors, unshackled the handcuffs and tied his wrists with the restraints bolted to the top of the table. Checked his breathing once again, checked his arms for tracks, put a mask over his eyes and a ball gag over his head onto his neck. Now naked and completely unable to move off the table, I picked up a bucket and put it between his knees and inserted the tube from a rubber ball filled with soapy water into his anus. I squeezed and his reflex pushed the water out to the bucket. He urinated as well; a good sign. I did this a few more times and threw the contents of the bucket down the toilet. I used an anti-bacterial wipe to clean everything, including his buttocks. There is now a line and I was about to cross it. I picked up a latex glove, put it on and smeared lubricant onto the fingers. I gently inserted one finger. I carefully moved it around. The second finger was also no trouble, while the third took a little more delicacy but soon moved in and out. I took off the glove and looked at my burglar.He was young, his buttocks were a bit too skinny, and he was about to experience the worst night of his life. The stretching seemed to have brought him back to life. "Where am I?" So far, so stereotypical. "I hope you are going to listen carefully to me," was my helpful reply. This produced a stream of invective, as I had hoped. I put the ball gag in his mouth and chose a cane. I swished it near his ears and then rested it across his buttocks. That certainly got his attention. The cane slipped through the air, apparently with no help from me. A livid weal marked its presence across the buttocks. It might have been screams which leaked from the gag or not. I couldn't tell. I didn't care. "I had hoped that wouldn't be necessary," I purred in what I hoped was a menacing fashion, "so, we need to start again. Are you listening carefully?" He nodded. "Tonight, you have no choice about what happens next. You will be flogged, and you will be fucked." As I had hoped, there was more noise from the victim. I carefully placed the cane just lower than the first stripe, and again it seemed to whip across of its own accord. When the mewling stopped, I changed my grip on the cane and gave his cock a small tap, which I repeated on his testicles. "Have you got the point yet? You do not make a sound unless I allow it. You will address me as sir. I am going to flog you, and your only sound will be to count out each stroke. If you do not follow these rules, I will flog you until you do, and then we will start on the number of strokes which I have decided, and you will count. Do you understand?" Quite a lot of muffled something. Once more the cane sang through the air. I repeated the rules; silence. I pulled the ball gag down, measured the stroke, and let go. "One," he shouted. "A bit quieter," I ordered. "Two ... Three ... Four ... Five ... Six." It had worked. I had bent him to my will, and here he was, my would-be burglar, counting out the strokes as I decorated his buttocks with red stripes. I had been concerned that I would be turned off by actually doing this and sabotage the next act of revenge; needlessly worried as it turned out. I put his gag back on, unbuttoned my jeans, and strode forward. His arse wasn't quite at the most comfortable height, but all-in-all that was a small impediment. I pulled his cheeks apart. I mentally scolded myself for not shaving this while he was still unconscious. I put my cock at his entrance. A moan from the gag ensued. I squeezed his balls very lightly to remind him of the silence rule. He was a quick learner as he shut up. The head of my cock seemed to hesitate. Perhaps more lubricant was necessary? This was soon remedied. Very gradually, I slipped past the tight ring and slid in and out with ease. I must have been very turned on as in no time I felt an orgasm building from the bottom of my cock and exploding out, again and again. A small part of my brain began to wonder why flogging someone against his will excited me so much. This clearly wasn't just a vengeful householder taking revenge for feeling violated. This was much darker and presumably had always existed, but suppressed. The burglary was merely the opportunity to put into practice something which had lain dormant. The revenge was sweet, but what did it say about me? From the fridge, I took out some cloths which I had soaked and put in the freezer. I smothered the wounds in an antiseptic first and placed the now iced cloths on the wounds. I slipped off the gag and asked if he wanted a drink. He nodded. I removed the eye mask, released one arm, and placed a bottle of water with a straw on top in his hand. On the counter, there was a toaster and a microwave. I made toast and beans. For the first time, the practicalities of keeping someone prisoner began to dawn on me. "I'm going to put this on the table and release your other arm. You should be able to release your legs yourself after that. You will be able to reach the toilet, shower, washbasin, and bed from here. When I come again at night, I will give you a ten-minute warning when you must use the rubber ball and have a shower. Failure to do this promptly will add to any punishment which I choose to administer. If you have any questions, start with 'Sir'." "Sir, when can I go?" "Not for a long time." He looked as if he was about to say something, but my expression changed his mind. With that, I put his clothes, shoes, and various other bits and pieces into a bin liner and set off up the steps. My parting shot was: "Maybe you would have been better off if I'd called the police." I slammed the cellar door for effect. Once the bins had been removed, there would be no record of my unwilling guest in the house. The End? Maybe a part 2, depending on the reaction to this.

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Slim n' Dusty (slimndusty@yahoo.co.uk)

Interview with R

'R' is a woman who has always been fascinated by death and corpses. After suffering sexual harassment from older boys at the age of 7, she was ostracized by her own school and community, which failed to address the traumatic experience. Her successes in both academic studies and in sport made her peers jealous, whilst her non-conformism led to further isolation. As a teenager, following a bad experience with a psychiatrist, her desire to understand her own sexuality led her to collect as much information as she could on psychology, sexual deviances and necrophilia. Sexual fulfillment followed with her first orgasm, not from being with a man, but with a human bone. 'R' offers a rare glimpse into the private world of the female necrophile, from touching a corpse to choosing her favourite human bone for masturbation. Far from fitting a psychiatric stereotype of a withdrawn, shy, recluse who cannot relate to the world around her, 'R's enjoyment in talking to various people, together with a sociable personality, clearly demonstrates a warmth that is different from this. My parents really supported me and believed in me and gave me a belief in my own strength. I had a very good relationship with my father who taught me a lot. My mother suffers from mental and physical illness, so it was problematic because she tried to control me and was paranoid, but I would say that it was still a good relationship if you add everything up. My childhood and puberty had two faces. On one hand I was talented, creative, good at school and at sports, etc. On the other hand I was the outsider in all groups, especially my class, and I had to learn how to live against a whole group environment that tried to put me down. The other pupils didn't like me. The weird thing is that although they hated me, I heard from others that they somehow admired me too. I was very ambitious, interested in all subjects, and I could get good results without much effort. So jealousy might have been one reason, and the fact that I didn't imitate them, e.g. I didn't wear labels and wasn't interested in being girlish. I was younger than the others, which means I was equal with learning and height, but couldn't compete in maturity, I was naive and felt "left out" of puberty a bit. I picked children as friends that were younger than me or outsiders or weak, because they appreciated my companionship. During early adulthood, I perfected ways to transfer problems into creative energy, and there was the break from the role-model-life to the outlaw-life. This break started from about the age of 24 until now. I didn't find a job after finishing my studies, I stopped sports and gained weight. I lost some of my goals and interests (e.g. drawing), and I became involved in ideas and a struggle for a better society. This had nothing to do with my necrophile fantasies, I simply felt betrayed by society because I had wasted so much time for nothing. My problems were social (with other children and juveniles, and I suffered because my parents quarreled) and sexual. Whenever I felt depressed by a problem, I analyzed it and found ways to work through it in a productive way - I made movies with friends, I drew many pictures, wrote song lyrics, roleplayed (invented games for younger children) etc. I would even invent one game with a dice and cards and photo comics for my parents out of our life. Later, I turned my social frustration into political flyers and ideas for action. My sexual problem is also a strong drive that keeps me going. Even though I'm lazy sometimes, I can never just sit and relax. I have to read a book. I cannot stay still without a challenge or task for too long, because that would be too risky. By risky I mean that I'd get all worked up about my fantasies and maybe dig up a corpse again. I can only control my desire through distractions and other tasks. I have always been fascinated by death and by corpses. As a child I was hyperactive, but could spend hours playing with old flowers on the cemetery without being bored, and I sensed the atmosphere was like in a huge garden from an old faerie-tale. When 7 years old, I was sexually harassed by older boys and I mention this to you now because I'm not sure whether it might have had an influence on my sexuality. The boys were 13 and were together with my classmate who was the brother of one of them. I found out years later that my father had gone to the police and the youth care at the time, but they didn't do anything because German law only punishes juveniles over 14. The boys forced me to be touched by them, but didn't penetrate me. They told me not to tell my parents, but I told my father. I remained friends with the classmate who witnessed the harassment because he felt uneasy during the event and didn't participate. He must have told other pupils because during the next few days, pupils (especially the girls) made fun of me - as if it was my fault. I felt totally ashamed and hated myself for having felt so cowardly. Neither my parents nor the teachers reacted in any way (by either talking to me or punishing the boys and telling the pupils to stop picking on me). That's how I learned that justice is something you have to fight for on your own, because the event itself was not half as disturbing as the reactions of the environment. The weird thing is that years later, I talked to one of the boys and he saw it as something harmless, like just a boy's antics. I didn't feel cowardly after the harassment, but I was a coward because I didn't refuse to be touched. I hated myself for that. What could have happened more than being beaten up? It would have been better to face their violence and fight and not behave like a sheep in the slaughterhouse, I was just too afraid because they were both 13 and I was only 7. Later on, at the age of 9, I wanted to visit a "Leichenschauhaus" because I believed it was a museum and was totally sad and depressed for weeks when my father explained me that it wasn't possible. The term "Leichenschauhaus" comes from the past when unknown dead people were laid out in a hall and anyone could look at them in order to see if he knew them. Nowadays the public cannot visit and watch them, but the term has stayed. It's just a morgue. The word "schau" is a mixture of "show" and "watch" that's why I mistook it for a museum. As I grew older, I fell in love with horror movies, zombies, and dark Metal/Gothic music. My first sexual experiences with boys were frustrating because I didn't feel much, but my female friends told me I had not met a "good one" yet. So I first thought it was not my fault. I consumed death-related music / movies and noticed that I didn't like torture, sadism, or murder, but corpses. When I was 16, I saw the movie "Nekromantik" and was very depressed. I think what depressed me about the movie was that necrophilia seemed unchangeable. At first, I thought that I simply felt compassion for the main character, but now I believe that I was depressed because, subconsciously, I too knew that I was a necrophile and, just like the main character, I couldn't escape it. But it still took me several months to realize that I wanted a corpse. I went to a psychiatrist, which ended up a bad experience for me. The psychiatrist was a recommendation, and I went there believing that he could help me. He talked to me for only half an hour and his questions were superficial and he behaved in an arrogant way. After that, he asked me why I hadn't come to the idea to take medication for it. I replied that medication would only treat the symptoms and that I didn't like taking pills against every problem. And I asked him how he would know if I'm a necrophile only after talking for half an hour to me (I mean, I could have told him a story to gain attention like many juveniles do).He told me not to question his knowledge (in that arrogant way where: "I'm the doctor and my diagnosis is always right") and that he wanted to keep me in 'stationary treatment'. I told him that I didn't like his behavior and left. And then this bastard called my parents! He told them to deliver me to him, and even wanted to make my father cancel a holiday that had been planned a long time. And here is one reason why I love my parents: My father told him not to harass him or me anymore in any way! I felt totally shocked because I had gone there, trusting, and it is not easy to talk about this to a stranger. And I felt abused, he had told my parents behind my back, and he had tried to treat me as a child, not respecting my personality at all. I hate deceit, and I felt betrayed. Afterwards the feeling that had already risen by my other experiences with people got stronger: while others tried to put me down, I felt superior. After seeing this psychiatrist, I collected information about psychology, sexual deviances and necrophilia. I gathered as much information about the subject I could get and tried to analyze myself, from the normal literature and from forums on the internet. I met other necrophiles through this searching. I often went to the cemetery at night, and sometimes I got human bones. At 17 I had my first orgasm not with a man, but with a bone. I found several bones and a skull, and I got another skull from a friend, too. It's not difficult in big towns. I took them home and 'cooked them' because that was recommended to me by my friend. Q. Why did you 'cook' them? I cooked the bones because it sterilizes them. I liked the skull and the femur most and took them to bed often. Sometimes I went back to the cemetery with bones, too, and lay in an open grave or on a fresh grave to masturbate. Usually I just kissed, hugged and petted myself with the bones, and would rub myself until orgasm. Afterwards I felt satisfied but sometimes also very sad because I thought it would be better to be sexually normal and not so lonely. When I was 18, I dug up a corpse with a friend. The corpse was of an old man who had been buried that same day, and it was well-preserved. I touched it because I wanted to know how I would feel - whether I would be shocked or aroused - whether my desire was true or just a figment. I was, like, in a trance. I lost my self-control. I just acted without thinking about my feelings or what I would do next. I was just touching and caressing it, and pinching, because it was so amazing that it didn't react. It sounds stupid but I needed to pinch it to make sure it was dead and that it didn't scream or move, and that was totally overwhelming for me. My friend had helped me to make a hole in the coffin, but after a while he pretended it smelled and left the open grave we were in. After I touched the corpse for the first time, I then told him to do it too, but he said "no thanks" and asked whether he could leave again. I told him that I hadn't spent an hour to open a coffin in order to leave after a second, but promised to leave after a minute - which turned out to be longer (but I had lost my sense of time, so I cannot say how long it was). He sat on the edge of the grave and told me that he felt nauseous. He told me several times to leave and that the police would catch us. When I asked him for a knife, he was shocked and pulled me out and forced me to leave. He took me away after about half an hour. I was still on a "high" so I didn't discuss it. He was paler than a corpse afterwards. I bet he didn't enter a cemetery for years after that. Before that night, he said he'd loved me, but after this he stopped trying to have sex with me. He didn't even touch me. Q. What would you have done if your friend gave you his knife? A. I don't know. I know myself very well, but my sexuality always amazes me. I suffered a lot from my passion, but over the years I learned to handle it. I've made endless lists of "advantages" of necrophilia and what makes a corpse desirable, but now I believe that was only rationalizing. I'm still not sure if it's determined or due to experiences. Q. You are now a mother and are settled in the routine of raising children. This indicates to me that you are self-disciplined and that you have managed to distance yourself from your past by putting the needs of your children first. Now that you are in this situation, do you find it hard to control your desires for dead bodies now that you have a family of your own? Do you still keep mementoes of those times and collect bones to play with? Does your husband understand this desire, if you still have it? A. I was as self-disciplined as I am now, but in other ways (sports, studies). I put the needs of my children first which includes to raise them as normal, but I don't distance myself from my past. I consider my "crimes" pretty minor, because I hurt nobody. Whereas most people have hurt others in so many ways. I'm used to controlling my actions, as I often need to tolerate frustration in my life. My boyfriend made me get rid of the bones, which I sometimes regret. But there would always be an easy way to get some other bones if life gets more frustrating. As long as nobody invents a true therapy, I will keep that desire until I die myself. So the most frustrating thing is that I'll never have a sexually satisfying relationship with my partner because it creates an invisible wall. I found the better known reasons for necrophilia - that a corpse cannot reject or hurt me in any way and doesn't expect anything from me or put me under pressure and cannot disappoint me - in brief, it doesn't have all the negative aspects that normal men have - and these are important for me. Another aspect, not so important, but worth a mention is that it's something forbidden, a taboo, which others are afraid of/rejected by, so it gives an extra-kick and a weird feeling of being superior. I have a very strong, nostalgic longing for something undefinable by words, and corpses or bones strike that chord in me. It's a feeling of both happiness and sadness at the same time. A normal person might feel the same if remembering a special moment or a favorite song. It might be possible that reaction formation has contributed to my necrophilia, because I hate and cannot deal with death, and I'm always fighting against nihilism and despair in myself. I'm also longing for a thing that has no accurate translation in English. It's "Geborgenheit". The translation terms security etc. all don't comprise the full emotional meaning, because it has a lot to do with "being home where you belong to".

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Emton

Embedding Maria

'Shit!' was Maria's first thought. 'This isn't happening. This can't be fucking happening.' Maria released her grip on the pressure-door button and allowed herself to catch her breath. That was four inches of pure steel between her and that damn xeno. The alien could pound on the other side all it wanted because it was not getting in that way. Getting back to the drop-ship was a definite no-no. With the APC gone, it was twelve clicks on foot over open terrain with the aliens taking numbers to rip her to shreds. Add to the equation a pulse rifle nearly out of ammo, a sprained ankle and, oh yeah, she was the last one alive in the squad. She'd last as long as the average snowball in hell. The mission was fubar, and only her survival mattered. Technically, there was still a chance: seal off the section and wait for search and rescue to get their thumbs out. Maria tasted blood after all the running and swallowed hard as she got back on her feet, gripping the rifle tightly. Inching her way along the corridor, she recited her bug-hunter mantras like a good grunt: check for air-ducts, watch for shadows and don't bunch up (like there was anyone to bunch up with). Each one and a myriad of other bits of single-serving wisdom had been bought with the life of at least one marine before her. Just like the one she was currently obeying: if all else fails, run, hide and wait. It wasn't the typical approach for a marine, but he who fought and ran away, got to kick ass another day. The faint red glow of the second pressure-door button was barely visible, but her fingers found the small disc and pushed. The sudden lurch just as they started to close was Maria's gripe numero uno with the whole installation. Nearby xenos always seemed to pounce when startled or when there's rapid movement nearby, and doors were no exception. You could walk slowly through a dormant group with hardly a care, only to have your intestines handed to you when you activated a door. The door closed, however, and Maria sighed in relief. They hadn't radioed since this morning, so that left the standard seventeen days in this hellhole before search and rescue would send a mop-up crew to have a look around. The bugs weren't getting through the doors, so if she could just keep from doing something stupid, she'd be okay. "Fuck," Maria muttered, "even kids have made it in these kinds of situations. Get a grip, marine." She was a marine with a secure perimeter, and nothing was more dangerous than a marine backed up in a corner. Except perhaps, the reason the marine is in the corner in the first place. Maria flipped a switch, and the red emergency lighting was replaced. The antiseptic look of the fluorescent lights gave the hallway that cheerful "everything's just dandy, go back to sleep" look. 'Go to sleep here and you'll never wake up again,' she thought. 'Just like those civvies in the off-duty rooms.' Christ, that place had been a mess. The lucky ones had probably not even known what happened. The few who were awake enough to try to defend themselves were now decorating the walls. Xenos were funny that way. Some of their victims they just offed on the spot, others were pulled back into the nest for implanting with the next xeno generation. No one knew exactly what made you a breeder and what made you a threat, but the eggheads had mentioned something about pheromones. They came up with a spray that was supposed to make the bugs think you were already impregnated and not worth attacking. It had taken about five seconds before that theory was shot to hell: aliens 1, eggheads nil, marines up the proverbial river. Room 1 was clear: nothing spectacular except a few bunks and what looked to be a makeshift hospital. 'Must've been some tough civvies to last long enough to need a hospital,' she thought. Then again, miners *were* tough. Odd that there were none around, though. The second room nearly made Maria believe in Santa again. It wasn't exactly a gourmet kitchen, but there were enough rations and cooking gear to put her Meals-Ready-to-Eat to shame. She'd have to count it all up and divide the rations. There was probably plenty for the two weeks and then some. If the first two rooms were lucky, the third - and last - was a fucking blessing. Showers! After all the bad karma she'd had lately, it was only fair, but *damn* what a break. It was all like a hero's welcome. The heated tiles below her boots and the clean, beige walls almost beckoned her to strip right there and get wet. Better yet, she actually could. The perimeter was locked up tighter than a chastity belt, and apparently, she was the only one on the inside. The realization stunned her. She was safe and could relax! The pulse rifle fell to the floor as did Maria in a sobbing heap. She was exhausted. The adrenaline rush always did this to her after a mission, only this time the mission wasn't entirely over yet. Sgt. Gomez and she had a little ritual after every nest-wipe. As soon as they got back to the ship, they'd strip naked and hump like rabbits in Gomez's quarters. It was even a squad joke. "It ain't over til the little lady screams." It wasn't much of a joke anymore. The squad was gone, and she'd done enough screaming for the rest of her life. Even Gomez was gone. Toughest son of a bitch in the whole USCM was currently xeno-lunch about twenty meters below. Right after they'd smoked the queen and started to pull out, a few lucky bugs had caught them off guard by dropping from the ceiling. Weird things too, running on all fours and even barking like dogs. Rumor had it that the embryos implanted by the spider-like facehuggers could adapt to the host's DNA and got certain characteristics from it. True or not, dogs were just not something the squad had prepared for. Sharp fangs and acid splash had taken them out in record time, leaving only Gomez and her. More of the fuckers had come from a different hall, and Gomez had yelled for Maria to save herself as he flipped the safeties off two grenades. The blast blew her into an adjacent chamber, hence the ankle. She half ran, half limped for all she was worth towards the safety of the heavy pressure doors separating the mines from the installation. She didn't know how many of the things were left or if there were any more than the one that had chased her. At least the queen was a smoking hole in the ground, and the egg-chamber was one big barbecue. If only the bugs had the good sense to realize when they were beaten, she'd be halfway to the seedier pleasure-houses on Arcturus by now. Trembling fingers fumbled with the buttons of her fatigues. Sweat-soaked garments were discarded, and her naked feet touched the warm, friendly tiles. It was a pocket of safety in the middle of chaos. The water warmed quickly, and Maria balled herself up under the warm spray. She was too exhausted to do anything but let the warmth spread through her body. She didn't love Gomez, but he was more than a friend. Their after-mission ritual was a thing of convenience rather than tenderness. A good old-fashioned fuck was a great way of relieving tension for both of them. Besides, human company was much more preferable than paying a visit to Athena, the squad android, for such things. Especially since the sexist bastards at HQ only supplied female androids for relief. The memories of intimate times with the sarge warmed as much from within as the water warmed her from without. Maria found herself feeling a need for her pussy to be filled, her breasts suckled and her ears sweet-talked to. Preferably in that order. A hand travelled between her legs, stroking her slit but not penetrating. She was too tired for anything more than the slow waves of comfort spreading from her gentle caresses. Never quite touching her clit, her hand moved slowly and delicately, evoking familiar relief in the middle of hell. The water was tepid when Maria heard a noise. Or did she? Suddenly she was cold to the bone and huddled up in a corner of the shower like a frightened animal. All her senses were working overtime, heart pounding in her chest. Slowly, as in a nightmare, a black shadow rose outside the curtain, long tube-like protrusions from its back marking the silhouette of an all too familiar demon. Her marine instincts took over. She jumped into a crouch and kicked with all her might directly at the back of the head through the shower curtain. Sometimes that threw the things off. Her foot connected.The alien screamed and fell back. Again, she tried to kick but misjudged the distance. The creature took the opportunity and jumped toward the shower, ripping the plastic curtain down over Maria and knocking the wind out of her as its bulk pressed her down. Clawed fingers ripped away the curtain. She stared straight into the mass of glassy teeth hanging inches above her face. Long strands of saliva dripped from the fangs when the demon opened its jaws. The inner jaw slowly extended. Fear paralyzed the woman as the alien held her down and examined her, sniffing her face and biting at her hair with its small inner mouth. The shower was still pouring water on them, and the water droplets made a drumming sound against the exoskeleton of her attacker. The clawed hands probed her neck, then her shoulders and between her breasts, almost down to her stomach. Maria was too afraid even to breathe while the alien probed her. At length, the prodding stopped. She wasn't sure anymore whether the drumming was the water from the shower or the beating of her own heart. When the alien withdrew slightly and looked down on her, she mustered all the strength and courage she could and drove a pointed fist deep into the soft flesh of the creature's throat. The shriek was deafening, and while clutching its throat with one hand, the alien lunged for her with the other. The open hand connected, and the world became black. Maria awoke in a very warm place. She was in a small round chamber with soft, rubbery walls and a slightly firmer floor. The chamber was a cylinder only tall enough to crouch in. Its diameter was slightly greater than her height. She silently thanked God she wasn't claustrophobic. Everything was warm to the touch and covered in the same transparent mucus that also covered her naked body. At first disgusted, she tried to wipe the slime off, but it was hopeless. The film, strangely, had no smell and resembled thick water more than anything else. She wiped as much as she could out of her short hair and left the rest. The only light came from the other side of a semi-transparent membrane covering a slim opening in the dome. Maria turned toward a slit in the wall and gently pushed at the thick film that covered it. Instantly, there was a wet noise outside, and something slithered toward the chamber. She recoiled back to the opposite end, heart again pounding. How the hell was she going to escape this place? The slithering came closer, and again, she saw the shadow, this time on the thin layer covering the slit. Something touched the membrane, and it was ripped open by the same type of clawed hands that had probed her before. The alien slowly penetrated the slit in the wall and slid forward into the dome with her. When it was through, the slit closed for a second as if in a gulp mimicking her own, but when the lips of the opening relaxed, the membrane was whole again. Should she attack? Enraging the beast might make her death quicker. Much as she wanted to, she just couldn't get herself to do anything but sit and watch. She drew her breath. For some reason, she wasn't as afraid of the creature as before. Death was inevitable. With any luck, it would be quick and painless. 'Why isn't it attacking?' A horrible thought crossed her mind. Her hands flew up to her chest, feeling for a lump or protrusion. She felt nothing. Nor was her throat sore. She hadn't been implanted, at least not yet. The squad had made good work toasting all the eggs seen, but some drones always tried to hide a few. Perhaps one was being brought here now. 'Why the fuck is it just sitting there?' As if answering her question, the alien reached out and grabbed her leg, pulling her toward and under it. Maria closed her eyes and waited for the final blow, but none came. Again, the probing began, the claws kneading the flesh of her arms, shoulders, and breasts this time, while the inner mouth lightly touched her face. The small chamber was much more cramped than the shower, and the creature was even closer than it had been previously. Lying almost on top of her, it coated her with more of the room's mucus. Its body above her was warm, like the soft floor below. Maria felt like she'd had more than a drink too many. The insect-like body on top of her should have terrified her, but the fear was faint. She mused idly if it was the peace of the damned that dulled her. Before long, she even began to feel comfortable sandwiched between the warmth of the creature and the floor. Her hands went up to the alien, and her fingers did a little probing of their own. The rubbing continued for a while. Something deep inside her was screaming in terror, but the voice of reason was all but gone. She arched her back and pressed her chest against the alien just to see what it would feel like and was rewarded with almost gentle caresses of her breasts. Dammit if memories of Gomez weren't flashing through her mind! She was getting excited. A new stiffness against her knee got her attention. She looked down and was mildly surprised to see the creature had a penis. Not entirely unlike a man's, but the head was smaller, and the base was thicker. They weren't supposed to have those, she thought. The workers and soldiers were females. Only the... Only the breeders were males. That registered. There would be no facehugger for her, no eggs brought to the chamber to impregnate her. She made a lazy attempt to break free from the bug and turned around to crawl... where? She was on all fours, ready to get away, but in her haze, forgot where the opening was. Suddenly, she felt a very insistent claw on her shoulder. She turned slightly, but felt a pair of jaws close on the soft flesh of her neck. Saliva flowed around her throat, and droplets slid down and off her breasts. Another claw, this one on the other shoulder, pressing her down with the alien still lightly biting her neck. She was still on her knees, with her face almost touching the floor. She could feel the weight of the alien settling on top of her, its cock poking her thighs. The little voice of panic was still there, but she shut it out. It wasn't so bad, she told herself. It was actually quite nice. She repeated the thought in astonishment. It *was* nice. She felt the tip of its cock resting just between her outer lips when the creature suddenly curled its back and drove it fully inside her in one slow but forceful stroke. The bite tightened, as did the claws. Slowly at first, the alien started fucking her with periodic but insistent thrusts. A moan escaped Maria's lips. This was just what she needed. Tension left her body as she gave herself entirely to the wonderful feeling of the dick inside her. No one was talking sweet little words in her ear, but two out of three wasn't bad at all. Why had she been so afraid? 'The mucus,' she realized. It was a drug. 'To hell with it,' she thought next. The alien was bringing her pleasure. In a way, it was *her* beast. There was something perversely safer in being fucked by an animal than a human. She started kneading her breasts and teasing the nipples along with the thrusting. The fucking increased in tempo. The alien wasn't pausing between strokes, but kept a steady rhythm, driving its cock deep within her on every thrust. Maria couldn't help but grin in sheer ecstasy over the energy the alien put into its "lovemaking". It was heaven. Before long, the thrusting slowed a little, but increased in force. Still biting her neck, the alien had moved its hands to her hips to better impale her. Maria was almost on the edge herself, hands now braced against the soft walls to be able to thrust back against the wonderful cock giving her such pleasure. With a mighty shove, the alien buried itself deep in her pussy. She came immediately after, feeling something thick sliding out of the pulsating cock and into her. It wasn't semen. It felt more like a slug of some sort, but it wriggled so deliciously inside her that she threw all worry to the wind. Half a laugh escaped her, and she was a bit disappointed to feel the alien pulling out. In an ecstatic daze, Maria writhed in the warm mucus. She didn't have any idea what would happen to her, but didn't much care. If this was what breeding with the aliens was like, she'd happily do it again - if she could.

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Slim n' Dusty

The Hangman's Wife - 2

'They're coming!' she softly whispered to herself. She normally wasn't that big on reading the daily newspapers, but once she'd heard that the McKell Gang were robbing in her county, she began to take some notice. Each morning, she would slowly read the details of daily updates, their increasingly desperate situation. Shivering, she would take the latest newspaper and retreat into her bedroom upstairs and lie amongst the older newspapers that she'd been collecting. She would start with the initial article. The very first report was their sighting by a witness down Barnaby Creek, then the mail coach robbery and following that - a bank in a town less than thirty miles away. She would read through each article, scouring the updates, absorbing all the finer details, the profiles of the gang members and how old each of them were, their descriptions – she loved the written descriptions of criminals, rather than the roughly-reproduced artists' impressions. She preferred leaving their handsome features to her imagination. In many cases the descriptions would turn out inaccurate in the papers and, having hanged many of them herself, she would be the one to know. The McKell boys were wanted in 5 counties and their gang had been on the run the longest out of any that the hangman's wife could lovingly list in her mind. They must be so wild, she thought as she fondled herself. She wanted them to continue riding closer to her, and to not get caught outside her jurisdiction. 'Come to me!' she would pray aloud to herself while she sat cross-legged on her bed wet, touching the poorly printed faces of each of the McKell brothers, smearing the newsprint. 'Come to mummy!' She was 36 and the two core gang members, the McKell brothers, were in their mid-twenties. She preferred pleasuring herself with criminals straight after their execution. She loved the feel of the gang members, the skin of their cold bodies and their strong riders' legs and thighs and what potential lay between. So wild and virile, she thought, as she read the latest sighting while slowly massaging her moist, throbbing clit. She promised to herself that if fate intervened that she would not have her orgasm now, nor tomorrow, nor the next day. She would keep herself from coming if fate could promise that the gang were caught in her jurisdiction and nobody else's. Her other hand continued to stroke the news pages as she reread how desperate their plight was becoming... It was a sharp rap on her front door that woke her from her sleep. The banging was insistent. Quickly she dressed in a gown and answered the door. It was the Sheriff with news that she had been desperate to hear for over a week of abstinence. 'We need you to start preparing the scaffold!' he said, 'The McKell gang had been involved in a shootout just 6 miles out of town'. Her heart began to weaken. 'Who was shot?' she asked. 'Not sure' he replied, 'but the 2 surviving members are being brought here for execution'. The hangman's wife ran, her heart pumping in rhythm to her well-rounded thighs as she ran back upstairs, wondering if fate had intervened in her favour. The day would still end in a victory nonetheless with at least two men from the gang hanged by her. There was certainly enough orgasmic potential in that. But it was the two core members she was desperate for the most, the McKell brothers. She began preparations for her big, long-awaited day. Her brain buzzing with delirium from the pleasure-giving news. The execution took place three days after the Sheriff made his announcement. The postponement enabled the town preparation time for the big event as well as to allow people from neighbouring counties to come and witness the spectacle. A large crowd was expected and the hangman's wife had already laid out her darkest corset and suspenders for the special day. She had slept restlessly for the nights leading up to the big day. Her pussy ignored her self-control, it had remained hot and aching with pure lust for all that time. On the morning of the execution she rose early. She dressed with slow deliberation, initiating the act by tightly covering her glowing cunt in her favourite blood-red panties. This would be a half-hearted attempt to discourage her from touching herself during a private moment. The tightness also gave her an intense sensation down there whenever she grew aroused, so that her hands were not needed as much compared to when she wore looser panties. She followed her slow dressing with a full breakfast. At the gaol, the sheriff quickly searched the olive green sack she brought with her and then introduced her to the two condemned men. The moment she had been waiting for had arrived. Her heartbeat raced as she realised that the two men to be hanged were the McKell brothers. They had not fallen during the shootout, fate had intervened for her. Although they both looked tired and weary, both men looked strikingly handsome and far better looking than what the newspapers depicted. Barely concealing a gasp in time, she asked the deputies for some time with them in private. Before the deputies left, they ensured that both men were tied firmly. The hangman's wife then asked them to be gagged and laid on the floor. Although the deputies hesitated briefly, they did as she wished before they left her with them. Once the cell door slammed shut she then opened her olive green bag. She emptied the contents of the bag before she swiftly removed the leggings of the helpless gang members. This was then followed by their drawers. She stared at each in turn, their eyes looked more shocked than angry because her methodical approach appeared so well-rehearsed and planned. Without hesitation, she methodically fitted a drawstring noose over the base of each brother's cock, with smaller loops neatly tightened around each of their scrotums. She then fitted both with tight pants made of cowhide. She stood up and smiled, 'now you're ready. Momma's prepared you boys for a good manly show today...cause I know you won't be disappointing me tonight!' she gasped softly to them. Her hand touched each cheek of the gagged men. 'And I do feel a need to give you men a little something in return for what you'll be doing for me tonight in the cellar of my welcoming home. Knowing she had some time to kill with them, and knowing that she wouldn't be disturbed by the deputies until she gave the signal, the hangman's wife sat back on the closed cell bunk to allow her self-discipline to briefly dissolve. 'I've been reading all about you...' she shivered as she spoke to them. Slowly her hand began to reach inside her top. 'and I was praying so hard that fate would deliver you boys to me! So hard!' The men began to stare and listen to what the hangman's wife wanted to say. Her other hand began to lift her full-length skirt. She kept talking between gasps as she slowly revealed a fully erect nipple standing proudly atop its warm support of soft, full, neatly-curved breast. The men could see her large erect nipple but could not feel the sensation she was giving to herself as she gently licked her finger and traced its wetness around her dark areola. She closed her eyes and shared an audible moan with the two men. Buzzing with the delicious tingling, the hangman's wife sat back, she lifted her legs up onto the bed while looking deeply into their eyes. 'Fate must be the most beautiful, sweetest bitch of all...' she moaned tenderly 'to have her bring you two handsome, virile men to a hot-blooded woman like me!' She let her skirt slip back to reveal her smooth, milky-white thighs. 'And the things you boys are gonna do for your sweet momma tonight...' Slowly, teasingly, the hangman's wife spread her legs wide for the young men to see. Both men gazed in shock and surprise. Encouraged by their trance-like attention, she briefly hesitated from pulling on her blood-red panties. The men gazed at the wet patch of need that lined the front. Aroused by their undivided attention, she slowly pulled her strap taut from behind. The men watched as her soft, glistening outer labias gently enclosed around the constricted red material, trapping it against her throbbing vaginal opening. 'Men do get hungry for it! Don't they?' She pulled aside the thin scarlet strap and revealed her hunger to them. 'But women have more subtle ways. Secretive ways.' The men looked in helpless fascination. Her full labias had parted, allowing them exclusive access to her gorgeous lovenest.If they hadn't been gagged, their jaws would have dropped to the ground. She basked in their rapturous attention for a lengthy moment, enjoying the thought that they were savoring a final glimpse of her hungry cunt on the day of their execution. Slowly, she ran her middle finger vertically over her warm slit. "The hangman's wife is having an exclusive party at her house tonight..." With her middle finger, she rubbed her pulsing clitoris in small circling motions. "...and you fine men are most welcome." The men watched in disbelief as her moist labia began to twitch with the early onset of orgasm. With suddenness, she cut her pleasure short, covered her sex with her panties, dropped her skirt, and tucked her breast back into her top. Without a word, she stood up, moved over to the men, and, in turn, reached inside their pants to mercilessly constrict the nooses over their helpless erections. She then gave the signal to the deputies to let her out. ** She stood in the front row of the crowd as the two men were escorted up to the scaffold. When she wasn't immediately in charge of the execution, she loved a good view of the men. To see their bodies drop down and then jerk left and right as the rope swiftly pulled them out of the world. Her favorite hangings, of course, were of young men. She loved witnessing the musculature of a young man's body tense up as the rope grew taut around his neck and the response the rest of his body made. She imagined what happened to him at the moment of death and, if she had her way, she would order every man naked before his execution so that she could record every juicy detail. To see their bodies twitch, to see their swelling tongues appear at the entrance of their mouths, knowing what that could do for her within the privacy of her own home. Witnessing the appearance of their tongues would often make her vulva throb and yawn with the most powerful of desires and cravings – cravings desperate to be satisfied. Sometimes she would be waiting nearby for the crowd to disperse, so that they would then take the body for overnight storage in the cool cellar-room of her house. During some executions, she would lock her knees together and clench her jaws, so that people around her would not detect any sign of how she felt inside her body and between her legs. Sometimes her body would simultaneously convulse with sadness and sexual pleasure the moment a man dropped through the trapdoor. At the moment of death, she wondered if he would experience a postmortem erection. Sometimes they did, and she would often walk with the body back to her cellar room. The folds of her pussy slick with fresh cream from her waking cunt, while wondering how soon she would be left alone with the body so that she could decide what to do with the come that would have oozed out of his dick... With the McKell's hanging, she was no different. She carefully scanned their faces as they looked into the crowd. They both noticed her, but said nothing. For some reason, they both looked stunned from the moment she shared herself with them in the jail and with what she'd now done to their genitals, but she knew that they would not open their mouths in protest once they were on the scaffold. The stunned look on their faces also included one of mild resignation. They just didn't seem to care. She smiled in satisfaction that the tight pants she put them in did little to hide their apparatus. None of the crowd seemed to mind, especially the women, old and young, who appeared to notice it more than the men did. She indicated to the executioner to remove their gags. After a lengthy pause, with subtlety, she blew the men a soft kiss each and gave the signal... ** In the soft candlelight of her cool cellar-room, she squeezed the soapy sponge lightly and placed it on Raymond's bare, hairless chest. She carefully removed the tight-fitting pants and drawers, emptying the contents into a waste bucket. The pants went straight into the basin of hot water and soap. She reached for the sponge and slowly squeezed the warm water through his hair, washing away the sweat and dirt and man-grease. She moved downwards gradually, washing and cleaning him thoroughly and with an expert eye. She carefully wiped the lips but avoided his protruding tongue, fighting off her desire to either kiss him deeply or straddle and rub herself ferociously on his face. Across, on the other side of the bench, she could see Raymond's older brother. He had already been cleaned up, and his state had not disappointed her. She looked down from his bare belly, fondly eyeing the noose and the tiny slip-knot that she had perfected to maintain and preserve the young man's full erection. She knew how to tie it up so that when he fell, the sudden rush of blood would reach the upper half of his shaft and remain there. The knot was also designed to contain the hanged man's ejaculate, if he managed to quickly achieve it. She had perfected that slip-knot technique on the cock, and it never failed her once the man was aroused. During the cleaning, she had lovingly given every part of his body her undivided attention, and now she was to continue this process with Raymond. Her sponge followed down his sternum, wiping clean the dust and sweat. She loved washing down a male corpse. The silence of the cellar room and the stillness of the men it contained. She could sit for hours with them and watch. Other times she couldn't help but kiss them, stroke them fondly after completing her task of cleaning them properly. She also spoke to them, breathed in the smell of their freshly-cleaned, lifeless bodies. The presence of death intoxicated her, brought her kneeling to her own sexuality and passions. With a dead man inside her, she could come so fully and ferociously, it would leave her weak and trembling. On exceptional nights like this one, with two male guests in the house, there would often be fireworks. Sometimes she felt the need to close the door to the cellar room, but nobody would have heard her anyway. ** After her long bath, she looked at herself in the mirror. She wondered if there were other women out there who felt like she did, but she always kept her desires to herself and the many dead men that she had completely loved and sated herself with. She knew they would always keep their secrets after she'd loved them, and she vividly remembered each of them. Each body so distinct in its own creation. She did wish that she could have kept one of the brothers downstairs alive, however. She thought as she gently rubbed her full, pale breasts. To make one a private assistant to assist her in seeking deep fulfillment with his dead brother. The hangman's wife sat back on her bed and lifted her legs as she thought details of this delicious thought. She thought of herself lying on her bed, naked, and watching the surviving brother enter her bedroom carrying the body of his deceased brother. As he approached the bed, she would lie back and look deeply into the dead man's eyes, slowly spreading her legs to welcome his arrival. She wondered if the spirit of the dead man would also be in the room, incapable of interfering with her as she spread her legs wider, knowing that she was going to give herself the ultimate pleasure. Before bringing him to her, she would order the surviving brother to sit his dead, naked brother on the cane chair in the corner of the room. She would ask the living brother to stand in the corner with his back to her. Over a long period of time, she would masturbate, her damp fingers dancing with a swift rhythm amidst the soft folds of her sex. She would work herself fast, then slow. Touching her breasts, thighs, belly. After what seemed like forever, she would then ask the living brother to lift him and slowly drape him over her body. She would wrap her hands around his cold, unknowing neck and kiss his mouth while lifting his lower torso up with her own legs. She would then order the living brother to rub the wet, swollen lips of her vagina to moisten his dead brother's cock. And when satisfied that he was ready, she would then order him to guide in the first inch or two of his cold length before requesting that he sit opposite her and watch her fuck him continuously and relentlessly. So long as he gave her his undivided attention, she would let him fight his inner turmoil as she exhibited her most lustful of moments. She would moan and then tell him that this would be him the following evening. She would watch him grow uncomfortable as she mentioned his fate openly to him whilst showing what would be happening to him in her bed. She told him that she would not bathe between her two lovers and that it would be in her power to have them together with her for one night of enjoyment, if she so desired it. As she talked, she would slow the dead, pumping cock down with her legs. She would order him to look at her dead brother's cock, that the glistened coating was her nectar only. She would fuck him all night long, slowly, swiftly, gently, ferociously. She would sit on top and guide his swollen, blackened tongue to her equally swollen tender parts, stroking his hair and looking deeply into his unseeing eyes. And slowly, she would rub herself over him until she came, full and hard, all over his face... ** The hangman's wife sat up from her fantasy, walking a fine tightrope between self-control and the deepest, darkest of lust. She looked into the mirror facing her bed. Between her legs, she noticed the signal - a small trickle of white goo oozing from out of her hot, starving cunt. Her body now wanted them, was desperate for them now more than ever. Trembling, she stood up and slowly dressed herself in the barest fashion.Downstairs, the irresistible sexual offering of cold, hard manmeat was waiting patiently for her - their gracious, lustful hostess. Slowly she let each stair squeak under her as her heart began to pound. Each step brought her deliciously closer to the men waiting beneath her bare feet. Her mind raced, as it always raced when she had hard lovers waiting for her. Her path felt predestined since birth, since her fascination with death. No trauma, no insecurity in her childhood. A good upbringing. Yet it was the cocks and mouths of dead men that she constantly thought of, that fed her insatiable lust, her womanly passions. The varied doors to her lust remained shut with living men, they were just so dull and boring. She wondered if any members of the opposite sex were out there, this very evening, doing the same thing to lifeless women. Men getting as horny as she, while approaching these two dead brothers. Men hungry to have their lust sated. Rolling countless dead women or men onto their bellies. Lifting up their sweet unknowing butts, spreading their helpless legs wide. Entering them with a sharp gasp and fucking them savagely, brutally, ferociously. The stuff that their wives would not tolerate outside a fantasy, and who would without a doubt mutter the passions of their frustrated men as demons possessing their souls. All this muttering, while committing the gravest of sins reading the most useless, dullest, most benign of tabloids in bed while keeping the shared bed sheets cold. Even a cemetery can have more life, more passion, than a bedroom filled with the living dead! Along with her insatiable cunt, Fate brought the hangman's wife into this world with a pre-destiny. She spoke the name of that sweetest bitch of them all in soft whispers. Fate, that considerate Sister who steered her into the job she adored. She loved Fate for her many offerings. She loved Fate for when her husband decided to split and left her this large house and moved out of town and county. A divorce would have been too much in this small country town, so he spent all of his time working away. She loved Fate for all the mothers of all the dead men she'd loved, allowing their fetuses to grow from just a seed in their wombs, bearing erections before being born, before being pushed out of their mothers' cunts. Feeding them the necessary nutrition by the breast, nurturing them, watching carefully over them as they grew into manhood, punishing them for being caught with erections in the tin bath, for unceasingly allowing their balls to tighten and their hard cocks to spill their salted teenage milk between sweaty sheets. And, finally, she loved Fate for delivering these chosen men to her. Over the years she'd loved many male bodies, and without doubt she would love many more. Her breasts still held their firmness, her vagina had not lost any of its ache or voracious appetite since her years as a prepubescent teen. In fact, she felt more hungry for men than ever before. Young men, middle aged fit men, all of them. She would be their last earthly love. She knew that if she worked hard enough, in a town with such a static population as this one, that she could work well into her sixties, and maybe seventies. How many men would have passed between her warm thighs in all that time? How many cocks would her carnivorous cunt have savored? Her heartbeat raced as she imagined herself at that age, still enjoying the thrill and the absolute pleasure of fucking young dead men, generations of them filling her matured body with countless rock hard organs – organs which no longer had the attention, direction or possession of their masters. They were there for her and for her pleasure only. In a pique of pure womanly lust, she imagined standing in the centre of her cellar room chock full of semi-naked dead men. Jumping from one lover to another, desperately pulling their underclothes off, lying on top of them all, kissing their bodies, rubbing her aching breasts over mouths, chests, cocks. Whilst lying on their chests she could see the space in every direction filled with a forest of cold, erect dicks. Closing her eyes, her hands would reach outwards gripping tight, stroking firmly all the varied manhood immediately within reach – fat cocks, lean cocks, straight cocks, bendy cocks, cocks hooded and unhooded, limp and rock-hard. Cocks to rub against or to fill her up entirely - reaching deep, knocking and rubbing against her cervix, straining close enough to burst into her womb. Whilst savoring their mortal fragrance, she would orally, vaginally, anally, devour whole cupfuls of fit adult men. While all the other women in the town of her age and much younger would have nothing but concealed dry masturbation or a cold, cheap grave waiting for them within a year or two. And when it was time for her to go to her grave, she would do so knowing that she had not ignored her body, nor neglected her body. That she had continually answered the sweet calling of her lust. And whilst dying, she would do so knowing that she had lived each of her days as if it was her last. Her dying wish would be to die whilst mounting and viciously fucking a young dead man, a virgin with a freshly-stolen cherry. Her heart would give out, burned up by its own passions. They would find her grinning, slumped over her already dead lover. Still pleasantly stuffed with his rock-hard cock. She liked to think that a man would find her, a man with a sense of humor, who would understand the situation completely. He would ensure the secrecy would go to the grave with her body. He would make arrangements and build an extra large casket for her and her young male lover, and carefully arrange them with him still buried ball-deep inside her. The young man's family would be reassured that cremation would be the best for his remains. They would be given a pot of ashes with the proud stamp of their son's name on a brass plate. In HER casket, the man would clamp her hands firmly to those pale, round butt cheeks of her lover and to leave his dead cock inside her freshly retired, fully experienced veteran cunt – so that she could savor his young fertile dust and mingle it with her mature dust. She moaned loudly thinking of that beautiful thought... The hangman's wife now stood at the cellar room entrance, staring in at the two men. Their bodies lying still on the tables with their dark cocks forcibly erect since their execution, standing to attention, just waiting to service her needs and bring her pure pleasure. Their small cock-nooses still taut, each containing a precious load of cold man juice. She shivered, subconsciously reached beneath to slowly untie the loosened, lengthy lace that bound her black corset to her upper torso while moving over to the younger brother. She rested her hand on Raymond's leg, tracing the index finger along his upper thigh and into his pubic patch. She cupped and pinched his constricted, swollen scrotum before slowly moving towards the base of the dead man's stiff pole. 'You're a sweet prize, honey' she whispered softly as she began to delicately run her finger along the entire cold length of his shaft. She touched his cock carefully, managing the situation so as not to interfere too much with his noose nor spoil him and trigger an accident. Leaning over, she licked a finger and gently rubbed it over the head of his penis, her desire growing as she lifted the finger to her mouth and tasted his fragrance. Her finger returned, caressing and crossing the head of his dead cock, her saliva polishing all over the smooth, dark purple surface. Her fingernail gently pressing against the hole at the blunt end of his dick. She began to shake as desire took hold of her. She wanted to just let go and have him inside, her hips rising and falling onto him, her pelvis rotating and rocking, taking him in every way. She wanted a full vaginal orgasm, followed by kisses all over his body, before she would take his older brother inside her. To feel the subtle differences of their cocks, to be a complete slut to her powerful lust. To feel the similarity of their cocks, their compatibility, grown from the same womb. She wanted to grip both men tight by her cuntlips and squeeze out every contained drop of their cold come to soothe that furnace erupting within her hole. She moved around to the head of the younger brother and revealed her full breasts. She kissed his forehead and slowly opened his eyes and mouth. Delicately, she traced an erect nipple over his blue lips. The fullness of her smooth, warm breast forced his mouth to open wider. She moaned as she sighted the dead man's tongue just beneath her curved breast. Pushing as much of her into his mouth as she could, she could feel his dry tongue come into contact with her nipple, giving her the most pleasurable sensation. She resisted the sudden desire to come, by reaching down and pinching her stubborn cunt hard. She wanted more, needed much more. If her lovers could wait patiently, then so could she. Gently she stroked the young man's hair while wiggling her breast in and out of his mouth. 'You feel so good baby!' she moaned uncontrollably. 'My soft, wet pussy is so begging for your cold, hard prick!' She emphasized the word 'prick' to his deaf ears. She liked that word, as much as she liked the word 'cunt'. Women rarely used it in conversation, she thought, but should. The word is so strong, powerful, like a real cunt – strong and powerful and accommodating. She fed each of her breasts into the dead man's mouth, before her desire begged for more from this man. She rubbed her breasts over his face and then completely removed her corset and blood-red panties.She climbed onto the cot slowly, deliberately, hungrily, before squatting above his face. "Can you smell my sex?" she whispered as she gripped his chin. Her other hand brushed his forehead and stroked the stubble on his upper lip. She inserted one finger into her wet hole to coat it completely with her hot juices before opening his dry mouth and feeding it into him. It was the scent of her aroused sex mixing with the smell of fresh man death that made her lose self-control over her wild cunt. She felt the leash snap as she mounted the dead man's face. Pressing her cunt firmly to his mouth, she began grinding him up between her voracious thighs. She moaned as she watched her cunt work its way over his face and mouth, her slick juices streaming over his mouth and nose while her labias kissed every inch of his dead, beautiful face and distributed her juices so evenly over him. She watched her cunt as it pulled on his mouth and nose, with each bump and grind, distorting his features and shifting his mouth. She looked deeply into his unseeing eyes as she could feel her orgasm building up. "I'm coming, baby! I'm going to come so fucking hard!" She clenched her teeth and shuffled herself swiftly down to his cock, there was no time to untie the noose, barely enough to stuff him inside. She thrust him in deep, no need for a slow entry rub, an express entry - just his entire length in fast and hard. She gasped at his welcome arrival, while the tiny noose gave off exquisite friction inside her. While working his cock hard with each movement, she felt the knot loosening inside from her powerful thrusting. The tipping point came when she felt the noose give way, his long-trapped cold semen gushing wildly into her steaming canal. She screamed as her cunt erupted with the delicious sensation, her hot innermost juices gushing through her love chamber and mingling with his cold come. Panting and completely fucked out, she collapsed on him as she felt both her juices and his slowly exiting from out of her still pulsing vagina. Lying there to catch her breath, all she could think of was how soon her cunt would be ready for brotherly dessert...

FMM, voy, v, hanging, nec

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Julia (address withheld)

Purebred

'That's a fine bunch of bitches you got there, Jim. Which one you figurin' on entering in the dog show?' Jim nodded to show his appreciation for Mark's compliment, then pointed to the far right. 'That one over there.' 'The Spic?' 'No, no. The one behind her there, over close to the tree, just finishing up taking a leak.' Even as he spoke, the woman once known as Marsha Banks was indeed peeing, her left leg held high as the stream of yellow watered the large maple. She had been a professional writer of educational material once, things the company sent off to high schools as instructional guides. She had in fact been the best at this sort of thing, and her star had indeed been on the rise. But that was before she had been stalked and eventually captured by Jim. He had approached her as she prepared to enter her car, hitting her on the back of the head so hard that he was afraid he had killed her. When she awoke, she had a throbbing headache and no clothes. She soon realized she was penned in a large backyard. Across and behind her knees ran rigid plastic sheathing. The sheathing prevented her from standing upright; she could walk on all fours, could--with effort--reach about a 3/4 standing position, but only for a moment or two, the strain being too much to maintain. Other than that, she was untouched. Several hours passed before Jim left his house and entered the pen. Marsha backed up as he approached. Jim smiled reassuringly. 'Don't be frightened. No one going to hurt you, girl. You must be getting a might hungry by now. Here, have some of this.' Jim was a generous trainer. Others might feed their bitches regular bagged dog food, but not Jim; he always gave all the table scraps he could find to his animals. He also made sure they had water, shade, and decent shelter. The dog house -- which Marsha had not even noticed yet--was a good 6 x 6 feet in size, and nearly 4 feet tall. Such houses don't come cheap, but that was the sort of man Jim was. Jim knew it would take time for the bitch to adjust. It always did, especially the bright, pretty ones, like Marsha. As he always told his friends, 'Damn education is what really messes 'em up. Teaches them to be something they aren't. Then I get stuck with the job of retraining them. All I can say for sure is, this job was a lot easier in my daddy's day.' Two weeks. It took exactly two weeks for Marsha to even begin to come around. Wouldn't eat for the first four days. Always kept her distance whenever Jim came around. Tried repeatedly to walk upright -- her only hope of escaping, she realized -- until she was so exhausted she fell asleep outside her dog house, even in bad weather. Her beautiful hair looked straggly, and she grew increasingly dirty. Fact is, by the end of that second week she was a complete mess. Marsha came to realize this, and it was this fact -- that she was totally abandoned and at the mercy of this stranger and, to top it all off, she was a physical wreck -- that broke her spirit. Marsha learned to settle down. Jim saw the change and moved to take advantage of it. He entered the pen, walked right up to her, and looked her over. At such close range, he could see just how messy she had become. 'Hell, I'm raisin' purebred dogs here, not pigs.' He put a collar around her neck and a leash. He pulled gently on the leash and led Marsha towards his house. She meekly followed, her dirt-encrusted hair hanging in clumps on either side of her face, matching her gait and keeping movement with her large, swaying tits. He led her up to the back porch and tied his end of the leash to a railing. He went inside for a minute and returned with dog shampoo, a brush, and a hose. The other end of the hose was attached to the kitchen faucet. He knelt down beside Marsha and let the water run over her beautiful body. He lathered her up good and scrubbed the accumulated crud off of her body. He sprayed her clean of dirt and suds, then dried her off. 'There you go, girl. Now you're lookin' pretty as a picture again.' He patted her ass and walked her back to her pen. Marsha sobbed but did not protest. Marsha, of course, had not completely given up. She had simply realized that any escape was going to take lots of time and lots of thought. But as the time and the thoughts went by and no possibility of escape appeared, she gradually grew accustomed to being treated as a bitch. Over several months, Jim spent an increasingly amount of time with her, teaching her how to walk properly, to sit up and beg, with tongue panting and eyes wide open. He taught her to catch a frisbee with her teeth; he particularly enjoyed watching her leap for the object flying towards her, her arms moving up, her tits flopping wildly, her fluffy pubic hairs clearly visible. Jim felt he had indeed lucked out when he had acquired Marsha Banks. After six months, Marsha could be said to be completely broken in. She shit and pissed out in the open without giving it a thought; she drank and ate from her doggie dishes as though she had been brought up that way. She moved around the yard, looking for things to capture her attention. On bad nights, Jim had taken her into the house and let her curl up on his lap while he watched television. He stroked her body, giving special attention to her ass and pussy. He liked stroking her pussy until it became sopping wet. Jim would laugh then, and move his fingers up into her cunt hole, all the time praising her as the finest of doggies. He did not even feel the need to break her down by reading newspaper articles to her about her former life: how her boyfriend had become engaged to another woman, or how the company had given her job away. Or how her old apartment had been rented out, or how her credit rating had been ruined by non-payment of bills. None of this was necessary, Jim realized. Marsha was doing just fine, just fine. Over a year's time, Jim acquired several more bitches. A young Hispanic girl with the shiniest black hair he had ever seen; two black women in their early 20s, college girls whom, he was delighted to find out, had been on the cheerleading squad. He found another white bitch, one with flaming red hair. But she caused so much trouble with the other dogs, Jim had to have her put to sleep. One good thing came of this: the other new bitches immediately took the hint. A week after showing off his kennel to his friend, Jim entered Marsha in the local dog show. She had lived up to his expectations, taking home the blue ribbon. As she jumped out of the car (he no longer had to keep her on a leash all the time), Jim whistled and motioned for Marsha to come in the house. Marsha crawled over to Jim and gleefully followed him inside. Jim led her to the living room and snapped his fingers, indicating she was to jump up onto the coffee table. He patted her head with one hand and undid his pants with the other. 'Damn, but we showed them, didn't we, girl? I knew you could do it! And we are going to do it again next year, aren't we? Damn right we are!' He now moved up behind Marsha and gently slapped the underside of her cunt. She obediently lowered her head, her big tits stroking the table. At the same time, she lifted her ass. Jim moved his cock into position and slowly drove the long hard shaft into Marsha's cunt. She groaned as he began to methodically fuck her. 'Know what else?' he panted. 'You're a certified purebred now, with a blue ribbon to boot. It's time we bred you, girl. Time for you to have your first litter.' Marsha responded by rocking her head back and forth, still groaning as the man emptied his cum into the most wonderful bitch he had ever owned.

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Chris (address withheld)

Food For Thought

'Stunning,' I thought, as I walked into the bedroom. She was standing in front of the long mirror, fastening the last two or three buttons of the twenty or so which held together the front of her ankle-length dress. I hadn't seen her in it before, but liked it at once. It clung where it touched, showing off nicely her figure, and its color – emerald green – offset to perfection her coppery-red shoulder-length hair. I still fancied her wildly even though we'd been married for nearly three years. 'Shame we have to go out tonight,' I said, 'when I've been away all week. I'd have liked a quiet evening in.' Her eyes twinkled as she turned. 'I know exactly what you mean. I'm feeling horny too. But we have to go – they're new people in the neighborhood and they asked us a while ago if we'd go round and have a meal with them. Maybe we'll be back not too late, then....' Her voice tailed off, but I knew what she meant. I put my arms around her from behind and buried my face in her sweet-smelling hair. 'I don't suppose we have time now?' I ventured. 'Don't be silly. We're due there in fifteen minutes.' Two hours later, I was happier. We'd had lots to drink and a very nice meal, and Mike and Kate were good company. In fact, in my horny state, I was quite taken with Kate. She was petite and dark, very dark, and smolderingly sexy. And her skirt was so short I could let my imagination run riot. I was sitting alongside her, and spent most of the time chatting to her while Jane was well occupied by Mike over the other side. But really all I wanted was to get home and have a night of unbridled sex. Mike and Kate's house was modern, and we were sitting around a large glass table. So I was able to see when Mike lightly rested his hand on Jane's leg. It was only a tiny gesture but intriguing: if he left it there, she would of course smile at him and push it away. They hadn't noticed that I was watching, though, and it's not what happened. He rested it there, but she didn't react at all, just carried on talking to him. It stayed there for a full minute, not moving, and then very slowly his fingers went between the buttons and inside the dress. I carried on talking, trying to make sure they hadn't noticed me watching, but I was amazed she let him go on. The buttons were a bit close, so he slipped one open to allow better access. Now his entire hand moved inside. Her legs were open a little, and she adjusted her position, making it slightly easier for him. Suddenly I saw her stiffen: he had obviously touched somewhere very sensitive, and she was having to concentrate hard in order to remain in control. I was in two minds. My rational sober self told me to intervene and to tell him I was annoyed. But another more evil spirit told me that it would be much more interesting to let them continue. He could enjoy himself for a while – and I would of course enjoy the same rights with Kate – then we could go home and Jane would be well ready for a night of passion. I picked up my glass and drained the contents, helping myself to another at once. But the drink had made my glances more obvious, and now they both realized that I was watching them. Jane smiled quizzically at me as if to say 'What are you thinking?' I shrugged my shoulders. She relaxed. Mike withdrew his hand and swiftly undid all the buttons downwards, and brushed the two sides of the dress away to the sides. It revealed that Jane had decided that she would not wear underwear this evening. She never wore a bra, but going out without panties usually meant that she was hot. Her thighs, separated now that they were not constrained by the dress, pointed upwards to the neatly trimmed fur of her moistened pussy. It looked beautiful, even to me who so often had had the pleasure of stroking and licking it. I felt myself swelling with excitement, and weirdly I wanted him to play with her for me. Kate shifted her hand onto my leg and up to my bulging pants. 'That is nice,' she said, 'and we both want some of it, but first I want you to tell Mike what you'd like him to do.' He was waiting, watching as his wife stroked me. 'What do you want me to do, Chris?' he repeated. I stuttered, then as if it was someone else speaking and I had no control over my own voice, 'Mike, I want you to fuck Jane with your fingers.' Jane looked across at me, hardly believing what she heard but betraying pleasure at the fact that I wanted him to do it. 'As you wish,' he replied, 'but not just yet.' He stood up and moved behind Jane. He put his hands on her shoulders, and then slowly started to undo the remaining buttons of her dress. As he moved down, the dress gradually opened more and more until only one button, over her belly, held the garment together. 'Just one left,' he said, 'Who'd like to finish it?' Kate jumped up. 'Please let me,' she pleaded and walked round the table. He grinned at her. 'O.K.' Her long manicured fingers tugged at the button. She pretended to be having difficulty, just to prolong the moment, then pushed it through. She didn't need to help the dress away; it fell off, leaving her stretched back in the chair quite naked. 'Oh Mike, isn't she lovely?' Kate gasped. He stretched his arms over her shoulders and started to massage her tits, stroking the nipples with the palm of his hands. Kate went down between her legs and touched the insides of her thighs. Slowly her fingers explored the smooth skin, then the fur, finally the moist lips before she gently pushed two of them between the folds. They went in without resistance – Jane was obviously well oiled! And from where I was sitting, Kate's skirt had ridden up just enough to show me her pale blue thong, and the tight curves of her delightfully shaped bottom. I couldn't resist pulling down my zip, and releasing my throbbing cock. I had to admire this couple. They had no inhibitions and simply lived out the very fantasies that I had always had and always hid. Maybe Jane had enjoyed similar ones and now had the opportunity to live them out. I put aside the idea of rushing home; that could wait and might be all the more exciting as a result of these unexpected developments. Jane was completely lost – her eyes were closed, her arms pushed backwards to thrust her breasts forward onto his hands, and her legs tightened around the girl's arms. She was enjoying it and wanting more. Kate worked her fingers hard for a few minutes, then pulled out and stood up before Mike. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue forcefully into her mouth. She responded by unfastening his shirt and his pants and stripping him naked before removing her own clothes. I was now the only one dressed, and decided I must join the three of them. As I took off my shirt, Kate beckoned me over. 'Don't want to waste these two,' she grinned. And her two hands each grasped a hardened love-tool. I have to say that Mike's put mine to shame; it was at least two inches longer, and much thicker. Jane too had noticed the difference; this would be a new experience for her (I assumed!). For a while, she passed her expert hands along our straining cocks, coaxing from them extra millimetres as we both stroked the soft skin of Jane's excited body. It suddenly struck me that during the whole of this experience Jane had said not a word. It was as if by being silent she was heightening the emotions and feelings which were running through her body. But now Mike led her gently to the thick rug, which sat before the blazing log fire, and motioned her to lie on it. She did so, Kate sitting cradling her head. Then, raising her knees high as she could, and forcing them wide apart, she prepared herself to take this monster into her electrified body. At last she spoke, 'For fuck's sake, Mike, fuck me as hard as you can. I want you desperately.' And as he did, I realized I was seeing a completely new side to my wife's life that I'd never known existed. I only hoped it would enhance our own sex life, but I wasn't sure.But it isn't okay to have unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4 million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it!

Part 1: Chris's story

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Bundal

Carol's Weekend

'So how was your game last night?' she asked brightly as Ian came into the kitchen. Without replying, he walked over to the coffee percolator and poured himself a cup before turning to face her, his buttocks resting against the work surface. 'OK,' she said, laughing, 'so how much did you lose, £50, £100. More?' His gaze induced a little flutter of concern in her stomach as he slowly sipped his coffee. 'Rather more than that, I'm afraid,' he said quietly. Dropping his eyes to the floor, he mumbled something that she could not catch. 'How much?' she queried, her tone hardening a little. 'I lost you,' he said quietly, unable to look at her. 'What on earth do you mean, you lost me?' she replied, her voice tinged with nervous humour. 'It was the last play of the night,' he said, 'I had an incredible hand and the betting just kept going on and on, but I knew I couldn't lose, so I just kept on going. Eventually, it was just me and Frank left and the pot was massive. I ran out of money, and the rules state that you can't borrow from anyone around the table. Anyway, Frank said that he would offer me ten thousand against you.' Carol stared at him disbelievingly, too horrified almost to hear the outcome, yet knowing it already. 'And you lost?' she whispered. 'Four tens to his four queens,' replied Ian. 'I couldn't believe it. Anyway, I told Frank that I would deliver the cash to him today, but he just looked at me as if I had gone mad and told me that the bet had been you, not $10,000.' 'And if I don't go to him, you lose the contract, is that it?' Carol finished for him. Ian shook his head, miserably. She watched the tears roll down his face and turned her gaze away from him, not because she was ashamed to see her husband cry, but so that he could not guess at the flutter of excitement that coursed through her. For several minutes, there was absolute silence before Carol dared to speak. 'What conditions am I supposed to accede to?' she asked in a firm, businesslike tone. Ian started to tell her that they would not go through with it, but she cut him short, asking again what the conditions were. 'We are supposed to go and stay with him at his house in the country next weekend, and he will have total control over us for forty-eight hours.' 'I see,' said Carol and stood and left the kitchen. In the bedroom, alone, she stood in front of the mirror and opened her bathrobe, letting it fall to the floor. She appraised herself in the looking-glass and was proud of what she saw. A lean, well-proportioned body with firm breasts, a flat stomach, long athletic legs at the juncture of which lay her hairless pussy. Staring at herself, she reached down and touched her slit, and as she knew it would be, felt the wetness on her prominent lips. 'So Frank is going to fuck me, eh?' she thought. And smiled. That evening, she waited until Ian had settled in front of the TV before she entered the room and stood in front of him. 'I will go through with this,' she said in a tone that begged no interruption, 'on one understanding. 'You chose to value me in a bet at ten thousand pounds with no regard for me. Well, I will do whatever Frank wants with no regard for you, because I want to. Neither you nor any man could force me to settle your bet against my will, but in my settling it, you will pay dearly for having treated me this way. Do you understand?' Looking down at her husband, she saw him nod miserably before she turned and left the room. On the Tuesday evening, the phone rang during the morning. Carol picked up the receiver and was surprised to find that it was Frank. 'Before you say anything, Carol, will you please listen to what I have to say?' he said in a calm tone. When she did not reply, he spoke once more. 'Ian has told me that you have agreed to settle his outstanding debt to me, but if you say to me now that you do not wish to, then I will say no more, and further, I shall not cancel the contract with him.' There was a pause of several long seconds before Carol replied. 'I will clear the debt,' she said simply. 'Wonderful,' Frank said calmly, 'then I require you to do the following. Get a pen and paper and jot this down so that you do not forget.' Her heart pounding, she cradled the phone between her ear and shoulder and wrote down exactly what he said. When he had finished speaking, she said goodbye and set the phone down. She looked down and self-consciously pulled her finger from her soaking pussy, fascinated by the fact that it was there in the first place. Aroused beyond belief and amazed at her reaction, she walked over to the fridge and opened the door. Reaching inside, she took out a small cucumber and, sinking to the floor, she opened her robe, spread her legs, and slid the vegetable deep into her sopping cunt. Minutes later, she lay on the floor of her kitchen, gasping for air as the dark, green phallus slipped from her engorged lips. Rarely had she experienced such an intense orgasm. Friday arrived with the inevitability of every other day, and after Ian left for work, Carol packed their cases and set about preparing herself for the events that lay ahead. When Ian returned, she had everything ready, and after a quick snack, they loaded the car and drove the two-hour route to Frank's weekend retreat. As their car crunched noisily over the gravel, they both saw Frank open the door of the large house and wave to them. Stopping the car, they both got out, and after initial greetings were done, they unloaded the car and followed their host into the cool hallway. 'This way,' Frank commanded them, calmly, yet with an air that was not easy to disobey, as he led them up the flight of wide stairs to the first floor. Opening a door on his right, Frank stood back and allowed Ian, who was behind him, to enter. 'Give me Carol's suitcase, Ian,' he said quietly. There was a short pause before Frank repeated the statement, an edge of hardness entering his voice. Unable to look at him, Ian handed over Carol's case. Stepping back into the hall, Frank stretched out his hand, inviting Carol to proceed down the hall. Without looking at Ian, she did as she was invited. 'Here we are,' said Frank, stopping and opening a door that gave onto a gloriously decorated master bedroom, dominated by an enormous bed. Stepping past her, he placed the case on a table against one wall. 'I will see you in thirty minutes downstairs,' he said, smiling warmly at her, 'you will not speak to Ian from now on without my express permission, nor will you touch him or allow him to touch you in any way.' Carol let out her breath as the door closed behind him and surveyed the room and its furnishings before she opened her suitcase and found some space in the wardrobe to hang her clothes. She stared at the large, sealed brown bag that lay at the bottom of the case and, picking it up, placed it on the centre of the bed before finding the en-suite bathroom and freshening herself up. Meanwhile, Frank was standing in front of Ian in the guest bedroom. 'Remember, Ian, that I own both of you for the next forty-eight hours. You will do exactly as I say at all times and without hesitation. You know the consequences should you or Carol fail me in any way.' As Ian nodded his head, Frank took in the noticeable bulge in Ian's trousers and smiled to himself. Carol found her way to the large drawing room exactly on time to discover Frank sitting at a desk writing while the strains of a Puccini opera floated softly through the room. Looking up at her entrance, he smiled warmly and beckoned her over to him. She came and stood before him and closed her eyes as she felt his hands rest on the outsides of her thighs. Slowly, he raised her short summer frock until her high-cut white panties were fully displayed to him. Gently, he massaged the round, taut cheeks of her arse, watching intently as the fabric of her knickers stretched tightly over her pudenda, perfectly outlining her shaven lips. Ever so slowly, under his careful massage, a small dark spot started to grow on the fabric. Behind her, Frank saw Ian enter the room and stop abruptly as he saw the powerfully built man caress his wife's perfect buttocks. 'Go outside and return in five minutes, Ian,' ordered Frank. Ian hesitated only briefly before he turned and left the room. 'Carol, please kneel down and take out my cock,' he said calmly, 'and then if you would be good enough to suck it for me, please.' Carol sank, trancelike, to her knees and reached forward to draw the zip of his trousers down. Reaching into his pants, she seized his cock and released it, unable to resist the little gasp that came as she saw the size of his semi-erect member.Grasping it by the base, she lifted the heavy head to her mouth and slid her lips over it. Almost immediately, she felt his tool begin to stiffen and grow as she ran her mouth up and down its length, twirling her tongue around its sensitive tip. She squirmed slightly as she felt her pussy spasm and release a trickle of moisture into her rapidly dampening panties. Ian was reasonably hung, but Carol reveled in the sheer size of Frank's cock, as it was longer and thicker. She felt Frank's hands slide under her arms and gently lift her off her knees. Her mouth lost contact with his prick, and she frowned inwardly. She had expected to suck his beautiful cock for a while longer. 'Take your panties off, Carol,' he told her, 'and place them on the edge of the desk.' Carol did as she was told, secretly reveling in the now large, wet patch that clearly showed on the white cotton. Carefully, she placed them on the top of the desk before turning back to Frank once more. Grasping her waist, he pulled her towards him, and she felt the engorged knob of his manhood prod between her glistening lips as he raised her skirt from behind. Gently yet firmly, he drew her down, and she moaned as she felt him stretch her wide, driving his cock deeply into her until she was sitting astride him. 'Stay perfectly still,' he said quietly as he arranged her skirt demurely over her thighs so that it was impossible to see anything untoward in their position. At that moment, Ian returned, and Frank swung the office chair around until the pair of them faced him as he stood uncertainly in the doorway. 'Sit in that chair, Ian,' said Frank, motioning to an armchair directly in front of them. Silently, Ian did as he was told. Carol watched her husband sit down, his eyes flickering between the floor and the united couple in front of him. Abruptly, he saw her panties on the desk, and Carol distinctly saw his cock twitch in his trousers as he realized the full situation. The faintest of moans escaped her lips as she felt Frank's cock pulse strongly in her cunt, and her urge to rise and fall on his prick was almost intolerable, yet his hands held her waist firmly, resisting her attempts to move the monster between her lips. Then suddenly, he moved in her, pulling her effortlessly upwards before letting her fall back onto his slick tool. Carol tasted blood as she bit her lip. Pain and ecstasy mingled for her as he drove his cock deeper into her than she had ever had one before. Again and again, she felt herself rise and fall, and she leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on her knees as his giant cock filled her soaking passage. She opened her eyes as she heard Ian grunt and saw him shift uncomfortably in his chair, his trousers tenting at the front. 'See how your husband loves to see his beautiful wife get fucked by a proper cock,' exclaimed Frank with a touch of amusement in his voice. Sure enough, as Carol watched, she saw a stain spread on the front of his trousers, and realized that her husband had just ejaculated. A small tinge of compassion for her husband was swept away as Frank hauled her down once more onto his cock. On and on, he pounded into her, seemingly oblivious to the sensations she knew her tight cunt must be producing for him, and still, she heard his breathing steady and normal until all sound for her was drowned out in the scream of ecstasy she uttered as wave after wave of climax swept over her. Frank held her tightly as she shuddered and trembled on his lap, feeling her juice spurt out from her plugged cunt to dampen his thighs. Without effort, he lifted her off him, his prick exiting her with a lewd sucking sound that carried clearly to Ian. 'Take your clothes off, Ian, and your delectable wife will clean you,' Frank ordered, and watched as Ian stood and discarded his garments until he stood naked in front of his kneeling wife, droplets of come matting his pubic hair to his groin. 'When you have finished with Ian, join me on the terrace outside, Carol. Ian, you may go to your room.' With that, Frank tucked his wilting prick into his trousers and left through the French windows. Ten minutes later, Carol joined him as he leaned over the balcony. 'Thank you, Frank,' she said simply. He turned and smiled at her, then looked out over the beach and the people who passed before them. Ian watched them from his window as they stood close to each other, talking. His emotions lay in tatters, realizing just how much it had turned him on to see his wife ride that big prick. Incredible. As he watched, he saw Frank's hand slide down Carol's shapely back and rest for a moment on her covered behind, but it stayed still only for a moment or two before pushing the fabric up over her waist to expose her beautiful, firm buttocks. Ian realized that anyone glancing from the beach towards them must be able to see his wife's bare pussy, and the thought swelled his rapidly hardening cock still further. He was fully hard when, after dipping his forefinger into Carol's wet cunt, Frank slid it forcefully into her anus, causing her to cry out at the pain and arousal of its entry. Slowly and casually, his finger wormed in and out of her as she struggled to control her breathing. Supporting herself on the balustrade, Carol felt her knees weaken as her breath began to come in little pants. The sensations he was inducing in her were breathtaking, and she kept biting her lip to suppress her moans, acutely aware that any loud noise would undoubtedly draw attention to them from the passing people not thirty yards away on the beach. Very soon, Carol shuddered into another orgasm, not so intense as before but nonetheless very pleasurable. Once she had recovered, she straightened up and announced that she needed the lavatory. Frank smiled at her, his finger still hooked in her arse. 'By all means, Carol,' he said with a broad smile. As she turned to go, his finger bent a little in her arse, and she stopped abruptly. 'Here,' he said. Carol turned slowly and looked into the man's eyes. She could not believe that he had said that, and there was no way that she was going to pee there on the balcony for anyone to see, but his eyes held hers steadily, and she felt her resolve ebb away as she realized that he was perfectly serious. Some minutes later, Ian sprayed his watery spunk onto the window as he saw his wife release her stream where she stood. Once more, the pure eroticism of the situation had proved too much, and control had deserted him. Downstairs, Carol closed her eyes as she felt her hot liquid fall from her legs to splash around her ankles. Despite herself, she felt so highly charged that she wondered if she was going to pass out. Her nipples ached to be released from the confines of her dress, and her clitoris seemed almost to be vibrating of its own accord, so sensitive was it. Pulling her around in front of him, Frank turned his back on the beach and opened his zip. Despite the fact that his body obscured her as he pushed her to her knees, Carol had never felt so lewd in all her life. Here she was about to go down on a practical stranger in broad daylight, within calling distance of perhaps ten people. Not even a whore would take a risk like this, she thought to herself as she engulfed his fat cock in her willing mouth. She knew, though, that her pussy was practically on fire with this new feeling, and despite herself, she was unbelievably aroused. Reaching up, she began to pump his cock with her small hand as she worked her tongue frenziedly around his shaft. As if reading her mind, Frank suddenly spoke, 'Suck it, you tart. Take my cock all the way in like a #100 whore.' Carol renewed her frenzied attack on the head of his cock as the words tumbled over her. Recognizing the lack of malice in the abuse did nothing to alleviate the added thrill it gave to the situation. 'That's it, slut, suck my cock,' he continued, 'taste it, you fucking whore,' again and again he used the words, and each time seemed to have more effect than the last, until Carol's cunt juice was flooding down her thighs as her hand rubbed hard at her clitoris. Just as she came, she felt him shudder. 'Do not swallow,' he said clearly before firing an incredible amount of hot cum into her aching mouth. Despite his order, she had to swallow a little while more that squeezed around the edge of his prick and rolled down her cheeks. Pulling his cock out of her, he dragged her limp body to her feet and kissed her lips before moving behind her so that once more she was on show to anyone who cared to look in their direction. She felt his breath hot on her neck as he breathed into her ear. 'Now you may,' he whispered. In a trance, Carol let his warm spunk slide down her throat, only dimly aware that she had never swallowed Ian's cum before in their entire time together. Taking her hand, he led her back into the main room of the house where he fixed them both a long, cooling drink. Once seated, he watched Carol as she struggled to come to terms with the events of the last few hours and was pleased when he saw her eyes grow calm. Telling her to finish her drink, he then ordered her to the bedroom that they were to share for the next two nights. Once upstairs, Carol stripped off and went through to the bathroom to shower, while Frank sat on the bed and opened up the bag that she had bought. In it were several different items that he had told her to buy at an extremely seedy shop in one of the more run-down areas of the city where they lived. Presently, Carol came through, wrapped in a towel. Immediately, she saw the items spread out on the bed, and she blushed, causing Frank to smile at her obvious embarrassment. 'Come here, Carol,' he said, holding out his hand to her. She approached the bed, and as she reached him, he stood up and gently catching her around the waist, bent her over the bed.Carol watched, fascinated, as the big man reached onto the bed and took a tube of KY jelly. Guessing what was coming next, she relaxed her body, only to tense briefly as she felt the coldness of the jelly liberally smeared onto her tight, puckered anus. "Relax," she heard him say softly, and a moment later, she felt the blunt tip of the dildo she had seen him take from the bed rest against her tight hole. Taking a deep breath, she concentrated hard on relaxing her sphincter as she felt him gently yet firmly work the fat rubber cock into her anus. At one point, its sheer width caused her to cry out, but in the same moment, she felt the rest of it slide into her until only the T-bar was left visible. He stroked her bottom for a moment before helping her to straighten up. Gingerly, she adjusted her position and found that apart from the feeling of fullness it gave her, she could move freely and without discomfort. Turning her around, he pushed her gently onto the bed and carefully slipped a pair of heavy chrome balls into her cunt. Finally, he held out a pair of thin rubber panties that she had not seen before and told her to put them on. "Finish getting dressed and then go downstairs and wait for us," he said in a hushed voice that did not quite hide his excitement. With that, he left the room. When she had readied herself, she went down the long flight of stairs, and as no one was about, she made herself a gin and tonic, settling on the settee to await developments. As she sat, she was very aware of the items he had placed in her and the heat she was experiencing from the tight rubber pants she wore. Every time she moved, little pleasurable tremors flicked through her body. Twenty minutes later, the two men walked into the room. Ian was dressed in unbelievably tight jeans that did nothing to hide the bulge of his cock and a dark, mustard-colored shirt. Frank was dressed in an expensive cream-colored suit, under which he wore a shirt and tie. "Shall we go?" he said amiably and turned to leave the room. Rising too quickly, Carol let out a small yelp of pleasure as the balls moved in her hot pussy, and she stumbled past Ian, ignoring his curious gaze. Frank told her to get in the back of the car with him and handed the keys to Ian, telling him to drive and warning him not to drink any alcohol that night. The run into the local town took ten minutes, but after just a couple, Carol was squirming in the back seat as each time the car passed over a bump in the road, the butt plug dipped a little deeper into her. Once parked, the couple followed Frank until he turned down a dark alley and stopped outside an innocuous door. Tapping gently on it in an obviously coded way, he stepped back, and a second later, the door swung open. The three of them stood in the dimly lit foyer until a girl, dressed in a black leather basque and stockings, arrived and led them to a table close to a small stage. Frank ordered a bottle of wine for them, and shortly afterward, it was delivered to the table by the same girl who had let them in. She explained that she was there to see to their every need for the evening. Frank smiled knowingly. Suddenly, Carol jumped in her seat and groaned out loud. Ian, along with everyone else in the small room, stared inquisitively at her as she sat rigid, her hands pressed firmly on the tabletop, staring desperately down to her legs. After a moment, she seemed to relax and, with a gasp, she slumped back into her chair, looking hard at Frank, who simply smiled and took his hand out of his pocket. She could hear the other guests talking and laughing, and somehow knew that she was the center of every conversation in the room. She saw Ian look at her speculatively as she stood up and asked the girl where the lavatory was. Once directed, she moved off across the dimly lit room. Frank caught the waitress by the arm, whispered in her ear, and watched as she followed Carol across the room. When she reached the ladies' room, Carol found a cubicle and sat down. Raising her skirt, she pulled the front of the black, rubber panties down and looked at the small cord that extended out of her pussy. Just as she did, the door of the cubicle swung open, and Carol saw the waitress swiftly enter, closing the door behind her. "Excuse me," Carol said angrily, "I am using this lavatory at the moment. Would you kindly get out?" "I will when you have finished," smiled the girl, "I am here to make sure that you do not remove anything that you shouldn't." Carol knew there was no point in protesting and sighed deeply. "Be my guest," she snapped, and with that, pulled the panties down and proceeded to sit down on the lavatory. Angrily, she stared at the young woman who stood close to her, and her anger increased as she saw the girl simply smile back. With difficulty, Carol managed to pee before she stood up, re-arranged her underwear, and pushed past the waitress with a curt, "Happy?" She was halfway back across the room when the love balls buried in her pussy burst, once more, into life. Carol's knees buckled, and she would have fallen, but for the fact that she managed to steady herself on the shoulders of a man sitting close to her. Unable to speak, she was aware of the curious look on the man's face as she leaned against him, panting for breath. As suddenly as it had started, the intense vibration stopped, and Carol managed to rise. Muttering "sorry" to the man, who now wore an amused expression, she walked carefully to her table. As she sat, she looked hard at Frank, who merely grinned and slid his hand into his pocket. This time, she felt the plug in her arse pulse, and once more, she was reduced instantly to a breathless, moaning mess. For the next half hour, they sat, barely speaking, drinking wine and sampling the little delicacies that the waitress brought to their table. Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and a soft light spread over the stage, drawing their attention to it. A moment later, two women appeared on the stage, and to applause from the audience, began to strip and fondle each other. The audience watched as the two girls went through a standard lesbian scene, ending with them sixty-nining each other to orgasm. Carol noticed Ian squirming in his seat as the girls performed and could clearly see his tightly constrained cock bulge against the material of his jeans. After a small pause, the girls left the stage to applause, to be replaced by two men who proceeded to copy the act of the two girls. Carol had never seen two men together like this, and although it was not entirely to her taste, she found the scene strangely erotic. Several more acts followed, each more exciting to her than the previous, almost as if the whole show had been aimed at bringing her to a pitch of excitement. Several times, Frank had activated the items in her, which she now realized were radio-controlled, and she knew that her pants were awash with her own secretions. On stage, a beautiful girl was sucking the enormous prick of a stunning black man while she plunged a dildo in and out of her slick pussy. Carol could not believe that the girl could possibly be acting as she slid sideways onto the floor of the stage and fucked herself mercilessly to orgasm, groaning and screaming in her delight while the black man stood watching her, a grin on his lips. As the girl lay there whimpering, Frank leaned forward to Carol. "Finish him," he said simply. Dazed and aroused at her own sexual frustration, Carol moved like an automaton to the front of the stage. The black man advanced and held his cock proudly out in front of him. Without a word, Carol took his massive hardness in her mouth and began to suck. The audience watched in absolute silence as this beautiful woman, whom they did not know, fellated the actor for their pleasure... It did not last long, and with a broad grin, the man jetted his spunk into the girl's mouth, pulling his cock out halfway through to shoot a wad of hot come into her face. The audience went wild as the lights dimmed, and Carol slumped back into her chair. Frank leaned forward, and Carol felt him slip the straps of her dress over her shoulders to reveal her creamy tits to the entire gathering. Ian had never seen his wife's nipples so hard before. Then, to the delight of the audience, Carol brought her fingers to her face, wiped the man's come off her cheek, and massaged it into her breasts. "Ian," said Frank evenly, "go and get your wife some tissues from the men's room." With a desperate look at his wife, Ian did as he was told and limped away across the floor. Turning her chair to face him, Frank addressed the blonde. "We can leave now, Carol," he said earnestly, "or we can stay. Needless to say, if we do stay, you are going to be the center of attention for the rest of the evening." Carol stood, and for a moment, Frank thought that he had misjudged her and that she was going to leave. She stood looking at Frank for a long moment, and then, with an elegant wiggle, she let her dress drop to the floor. There was a moment's silence before the room erupted in applause at the sight of this gorgeous woman standing amongst them, clad only in a pair of rubber panties and high heels. Reaching up, Frank firmly grasped her stiff nipples and pulled her down to kiss her, smiling as he did so. When she stood upright once more, she realized that she was more aroused than she had ever been in her life before. Ian watched as his wife stepped up onto the stage and, in full view of everyone, slowly drew the rubber pants down her long legs. Silence reigned as she drew the two chrome balls from her pussy and lasciviously licked them clean before tossing them to Frank, who caught and pocketed them in one deft movement. Then, she stepped down from the raised platform. Imperiously, she looked around the room until her eyes found Ian.Pointing at him, she beckoned him towards her. Hesitantly, he approached the magnificent form of his wife, sweat glazing his forehead. Meekly, he stood there as she undid his jeans and, in full view of the assembly, wrapped her fist around his straining prick and led him to the stage. Pushing him onto his back, she straddled his stiff prick and then sank down unerringly onto it so that in one fluid motion, it was engulfed by her sopping pussy. Slowly and easily, she began to ride her husband for the entertainment of the audience, who had a perfect view of his knob sliding in and out of her hole. An elegant woman in her early forties stood up and walked to the front of the stage, and leaning forward, gently licked Carol's tits for a moment or two before going on her way to the ladies' room. Ian felt his balls contract painfully, and he shot his remaining spunk up into his wife's hot hole. After a moment, Carol stood, watery cum dripping from her pussy, and reaching between her legs, caught some in her palm and licked it off. Then, she twisted at the waist and looked lovingly at her husband. 'Sorry,' she mouthed before turning to the audience once more. The look of challenge was clear for all to see. From the back of the room, a middle-aged man stood up and strode forward. Without a word, he grasped Carol and lifted her easily off the stage. Silently, he turned her and pushed her down so that her arse was raised high and her tits were squashed onto the carpeted floor of the stage. Without preamble, he whipped his hard cock out of his trousers and slammed it into Carol's dripping cunt. Savagely, he rammed in and out of her, making her moan and groan with the sheer power of his thrusts. Frank watched as this demure, beautiful suburban wife shoved her hips back to meet the hard thrusts of the complete stranger, her husband lying on the stage, jeans around his ankles, grimacing as his tortured penis began to swell again. On and on, the man fucked her as she called out obscenely, urging him to shaft her deeper and harder until, with a loud shout, he straightened and pumped his seed deep into her. As Frank watched, another man came forward and, turning her on her back, took over where the first man had left off. As he pistoned into her, Frank turned on the butt plug, and Carol let out a scream of pure pleasure as her body was wracked by her convulsing climax. Man after man took her that evening, ramming her cum-filled twat, tweaking her nipples, mauling her tits, and, as each one fell away, she called out for more. In her frenzied state, she willingly tongued out the cunt of more than one woman who climbed onto the stage and lowered themselves onto her face. Hot cum ran down her thighs, between the cheeks of her arse, and puddled under her buttocks. Her cunt glistened under a coating of sticky spunk as she screamed out in total wanton abandonment. And all the while, her husband and Frank watched. Eventually, it had to end, and when the last man had withdrawn from her, she lay still on her back, gasping. Slowly, she raised herself and walked over to Frank. Once more, she lowered her face to his and kissed him hard. 'Thank you,' she whispered into his ear. Frank stood and, signaling to Ian to follow, he walked her out of the club to the rapturous applause of the assembled patrons. Naked, she followed him down the alley, cum running down her legs, to the car. As she climbed into the back seat of the car, Frank smiled at the serene smile that lit her face. When they reached Frank's house, he helped her out of the car, and together they walked onto the terrace with Ian following. Without a word, Ian sank to his knees and gently parted his wife's thighs. Gently and carefully, he licked and cleaned her enflamed, distended red pussy. When he had finished, he stood up and left them, returning to his room without a word. Frank reached between her legs and carefully pulled the butt plug from her arse. She looked at him, and lust returned to her eyes. 'I know,' he said quietly and undid the zipper of his trousers to free his cock. She took it in her hand and gently massaged it to stiffness before leaning down and wetting it with her mouth. Then, she bent over the balcony and spread her arse cheeks very deliberately. Frank moved behind her and slid his hot cock into her expanded anus. Despite the stretching it had received all evening, she groaned aloud as she felt his length force into her. Slowly and carefully, he slid it in and out of her as she trembled under him. For what seemed like hours, they maintained the position, watching the setting sun go down as he maintained a slow rhythm that induced one small climax after another in her. Eventually, she heard him moan softly, and she smiled as she felt him pump his cum into her. Carol awoke the next morning and, rolling over, looked at the man who had so completely taken control of her. Gently, she pushed the sheet aside to reveal his strong legs, and she lay looking at his fat, limp cock capping his heavy balls. She reached between her own legs and gently massaged her aching cunt for a few minutes before getting off the bed and going into the bathroom, where she stood under the shower for half an hour. When she returned, Frank was sitting up on the bed drinking a cup of tea. 'Are you alright?' he asked gently. 'How did you know?' she replied, kneeling on the bed at his feet. 'I didn't,' he grinned, 'for sure that is. I just had a hunch that you wanted to experience something more than you have had before. It appears that I was right.' 'What I cannot believe is how excited Ian is about all this,' she said, her voice trembling ever so slightly. 'I mean, watching his wife turn into the biggest slut of all time.' Frank smiled and reached forward to her. He pulled her across his thighs, and, without a word, she began to gently grind her pussy over his prick. Soon, it began to swell, and when he was hard, Carol reached between them and guided it into her wet pussy, wincing as it stretched her still sore cunt. Frank pulled her down so that her tits squashed against her chest, and she slowly and carefully slid up and down his rigid tool. 'Ian,' Frank called. A moment later, the door opened, and in he walked. 'Lick your wife's beautiful arsehole,' he ordered, and Ian immediately dropped onto the bed and began to probe her anus with his tongue, initiating moans of lust from his wife. Frank reached down and spread the cheeks of her arse. 'Put your cock in,' he said quietly to Ian. Without a word, Ian undid his jeans and took out his prick. Rubbing saliva over its knob, he placed it against her crinkled hole and, as Carol slid back down Frank's tool, he pushed. Carol bit Frank's shoulder hard as she felt the second prick enter her body. The intense feeling of being filled overwhelmed her, and tears slid down her cheek as she slowly drew forwards so that both cocks only just remained inside her. She held Frank's gaze for a long moment, smiled, and pushed back as hard as she could. Her scream of pain and delight filled the room as she felt the two men slam back into her. The feeling was indescribable to her, and she repeated the act. 'C'mon, boys, fuck me like the slut I am,' she called, 'fuck my cunt, fuck my ass, fuck me, you hot bastards.' Again and again, she rammed herself back before pulling herself forward and screaming at them to fuck her. A torrent of words fell from her mouth as she goaded them to fill her fuller with their meat. Frank took her left nipple in his mouth and held it secure in his teeth as she bucked furiously on the two cocks. Screaming, moaning, and thrashing wildly, she entered her biggest ever orgasm as Ian splashed the inside of her arse with his cum, and she was only dimly aware of the hot gush of Frank's spunk in her cunt. With a loud moan, she slumped forward onto Frank's chest, twitching as Ian's cock was pulled from her. Frank held her tight and stroked her hair as she slowly came down from the pinnacle she had so recently climbed. With a flick of his head, he instructed Ian to leave the room. Ian did as he was told. Frank held her like this for an hour as she slept; all the while, his long cock remained snugly between her swollen lips. Eventually, she stirred, and the first thing she saw was his contented smile. 'Had enough?' he asked. Smiling, she shook her head. Frank slapped her arse and rolled her off him, laughing and shaking his head. Downstairs, they gathered in the kitchen for breakfast of coffee and croissants. 'After breakfast, Ian, you will return home,' said Frank in a tone that brooked no argument. 'Carol will be returned to you, unharmed, at 6:00 pm tomorrow evening.' Ian looked miserably to his wife, who smiled reassuringly at him before resuming her coffee. A few minutes later, Ian had left the table, and ten minutes after that, they heard the wheels of his car crunching on the gravel as he drove away. After the two of them had finished breakfast, Frank led Carol back upstairs and made her lie on the bed. He went into the bathroom and returned a minute later with a small tub from which he took a white substance. Carefully, he applied the ointment to Carol's red labia, and then he sat back. For a moment, she lay there, and then she started to writhe on the bed as she felt her cunt start to burn almost unbearably. For a full minute, she moaned and sobbed as pain flooded through her, but then she felt her pussy cool, and a few moments later, she felt entirely renewed, all pain and soreness having left her. Carefully, Frank wiped the rest of the ointment from her lips and then, bending his head, he lapped gently at her pussy, worming his tongue in and out of her rapidly moistening hole. Shifting round on the bed, he brought his cock up to Carol's mouth, and she did not need to be asked to wrap her lips around its fullness.Frank nibbled Carol's clit carefully, tugging and teasing it before dipping his tongue back into her wet slot. As he did this, he used his chin to bring pressure onto her inflamed nub, and she bucked under him as he worked her into a passionate frenzy. Needing air, Carol moved her lips off his rampant tool and breathed deeply. She caught the scent of his cock, a mixture of her cream and his, and she moaned aloud in wanton abandonment, bringing her tongue up between the cheeks of his bottom until she found his tight anus. Boldly, she made her tongue rigid and poked it at his hole. She felt him shiver and attack her pussy with renewed vigor. Enjoying the reward of her assault, she grabbed his hips and drew her mouth firmly against his anus. As he felt her contact on this sensitive area, Frank went wild, eating her pussy harder and harder, twisting and pulling at her hard clit, which in turn increased her arousal, so that in a few moments, the two of them were thrashing around on the bed, glued to each other as they brought each other higher and higher. Releasing his hips, Carol squashed her breasts around his impressive knob and squeezed hard, using her tits to wank him as he buried his tongue deep into her fiery twat. All the while, she licked at his anus until, with a shudder, she felt him shoot hot cum all over her belly. Her smile of victory was short-lived as she entered the sublime arena of her own climax, and the two of them panted and moaned in unison as wave upon wave of pleasure engulfed them. Later, when they had calmed, they lay wrapped in each other's arms, kissing tenderly and stroking each other gently, warmed by the sun that streamed through the open bedroom window, listening to the birds wheel and dive outside. Eventually, Frank got up, showered, and put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Returning to the bedroom, he looked admiringly at the sexy woman lying on his bed. 'Get up,' he ordered her, 'and get dressed.' Then he turned to the wardrobe and selected a short cotton frock and tossed it to her as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. 'You won't need underwear,' he grinned. 'You are joking,' she said as she slipped the dress over her shoulders, 'look how short this thing is.' The dress was indeed short and barely covered half her thighs. Additionally, due to the loose fit, at certain times and at certain angles, it was easy to see her full tits through the armholes. Lastly, although Carol did not realize this, when she stood in the sunlight, Frank was able to see right through the thin fabric. 'Perfect,' he said. Taking her by the arm, he led her down the path onto the beach, and they strolled along the sand past the scattering of holiday makers. Seeing a young couple lying, sunbathing, Frank purposefully walked close by them so that when the reclining man opened his eyes as they their shadows fell over him, he was treated to a perfect view of Carol's bare arse as it swayed under her dress. His girlfriend, also observing this, muttered, 'Tart,' and slapped her boyfriend hard. Carol's cheeks reddened at the term, but inwardly she found herself excited at the thought of the stranger seeing her nakedness. When they were thirty yards behind them, Frank very deliberately lifted the hem of her frock so that the young man received a final, very welcome view of Carol's perfect behind. Carol turned crimson, but her pace did not falter, and she made no effort to push the skirt back down. Presently, they found a secluded place amongst the rocks inhabited by only an old man who sat patiently attending his fishing rod. Carefully, Frank positioned Carol so that the old man could see her out of the corner of his eye, although the fisherman appeared not to realize they were there. For some time, they sat quietly, Frank's arm around her shoulders. 'Raise your skirt and masturbate,' he said in his simple authoritative manner. Carol knew at this moment that she was utterly powerless to resist the whims of this strange man who sat beside her. He watched quietly as she raised the front of her frock and, spreading her legs, slid her right hand down over her pubis. Closing her eyes, she ran her fingers lightly over her lips, acutely aware of the old man not ten yards from where she sat. Gradually, familiar feelings began to course through her as she dipped her fingers gently into her saturated cunt. Bringing her left hand down, she rubbed at her clitoris as she curled the fingers of her right into her pussy to rub at the wall behind her pubic bone. Occasionally, the feeling was so intense that she shivered and groaned. 'Open your eyes, Carol,' she heard him whisper. Knowing what she would see, she slowly did as she was told and saw the old man watching her intently, all thoughts of his previous occupation gone; he made no pretense about watching this beautiful girl frig herself in front of him. Carol held his gaze as her fingers roamed over and in her pussy, spreading her copious juice all over her shining, bare cunt. She watched as he quietly slid his hand down the front of his old jeans and rubbed his cock through the hard material. Pure lust swept over her as she thrust three fingers deep into her pussy and then slowly withdrew them before bringing them to her mouth. Frank seized her wrist and changed her direction, and it was his mouth that licked the glistening juice from her. The old man shifted around to watch more easily as Carol returned her fingers to her pussy and humped them into herself in short, sharp thrusts. Emboldened by the relative seclusion and the spectacle he was witnessing, he released his cock from his trousers and began to rub it expertly. This pushed Carol to another plane as she attacked her own pussy feverishly. At a sign from Frank, the old man stood up and hobbled awkwardly over to stand in front of Carol. Frank watched as the old man devoured the sight before him, furiously rubbing his old member until, with a gurgling groan, he splattered the front of Carol's dress with a surprising amount of come. Carol stepped over the edge into that familiar world of her own orgasm, her eyes tight shut as she ground down on her fingers. When she opened her eyes again, a minute later, the old man had returned to where he had been sitting. As Carol and Frank rose to leave, he smiled gratefully at them and waved farewell. Carol searched her memory to find the last time that she had felt as sexually fulfilled as this man beside her had accomplished. The answer, when it came back, was never. On they strolled until they came to a cafe/bar on the edge of the beach. Entering, it took some moments for their eyes to adjust to the gloom of the small place. Taking a table, they enjoyed the coolness afforded them by the shade and sipped at the long cool drinks that Frank had ordered. Their attention centered on a couple sitting at another table. The man was short, balding, and running to fat; the woman, tall with a pinched face and unkempt hair dragged into a bun. The woman was berating the glum-looking man for having forgotten to pack her sunglasses. On and on she went, all the while the man sat meekly accepting the verbal assault. Finally, the woman rose and stalked out, stopping at the door and telling him not to forget to pay the bill. Carol and Frank watched as he rose slowly and walked over to the counter. They heard him ask where the toilet was as he handed over the money to the cashier. Instantly, Frank was on his feet and, dragging Carol behind him, he crossed the floor and entered the door marked 'Gentlemen'. Quickly, he closed the door and pushed Carol into one of the two cubicles in the small room. A moment or two later, the small man entered the room and stepped up to the urinal to relieve himself. When he had finished, he turned to the sink, nodding a greeting at Frank as men do in public lavatories. Having washed his hands, the man dried them and turned to leave. As he did so, Frank grasped his arm firmly and literally shoved him into the cubicle. The man stared in utter disbelief at Carol, who, sensing what was to take place, had taken off her skimpy dress and now stood naked, wearing only a welcoming smile. Not giving the man a chance to say anything, she yanked at his shorts and allowed his prick to jump free. Carol sank to her knees and took the man's prick in her hot mouth, surprised at the respectable size of the small man's organ. Deftly, she sucked on his length, delighted to feel it stiffen instantly under the ministrations of her wicked tongue. Within a minute, the man had swelled to full stiffness. Not allowing him a moment to think, she stood up and steered him to the toilet seat, pushing him in the chest so that he fell back, his cock rising out of a tangle of pubic hair. Grabbing his cock, she rubbed the head against her hot twat and, without a pause, slid down on his rigid length. As his tool sank straight into her wet cunt, the man couldn't hold back and uttered his first and last words. 'Fucking hell.' He lasted less than a minute as Carol furiously rode up and down on his cock, and the moment she felt his come flood into her, she pulled herself upright, grabbed her dress, and, slipping it back on, left the room. A moment later, she returned to the shell-shocked man, who hadn't moved, and, leaning down, kissed him lightly on the cheek. Grinning, she turned and rejoined Frank in the main area of the cafe. As they left, they bumped into the haughty wife, who asked them if they had seen her husband in the cafe. Carol screamed with laughter and ran off down the path, shaking with mirth. Frank sauntered after her, smiling broadly at the confused woman. When finally Frank caught up with her, she hung around his neck, crying with laughter.'That was the wildest thing I think I have ever done,' she sobbed through her tears. He smiled and stroked her hair tenderly as they turned to walk back towards the house. Carol burst into hysterical laughter as they once more passed the couple from the bar. She glared, and he smiled. Over their laughter, they both clearly heard the man tell the woman to, '... bloody well fuck off back to your mother's then.' Once they were back in the seclusion of the house, Carol went to the bathroom and quickly strip-washed to remove the dried semen of the small man from her thighs. Returning to the living area downstairs, she saw that Frank was talking to someone. As she entered the room, the other person turned, and Carol saw that she was a cute-looking woman with short, red hair, perhaps thirty years old. At her feet sat a large black case. 'Carol, this is Jen,' Frank introduced them to each other. 'Jen is here to lend us a hand, so to speak.' As he spoke, he beckoned them to follow him. Jen smiled and picked up the case. Frank opened a door that led into a large room that Carol had not been in before. It had in the center a large table and, to one side, there was an equally large settee. It appeared that this was a study of some kind, and Carol saw that it had large picture windows looking out over the sea. Frank strode over to the windows and, at the flick of a switch, curtains glided across the glass so that, almost at once, the room was plunged into darkness. Next, he turned on a set of lights that bathed the room in a luxurious glow. Finally, he retrieved a large mahogany, brass-bound box, gesturing to Carol to join him. She walked across the soft carpet to his side. 'You are about to indulge in the ultimate form of exhibitionism, Carol,' Frank said quietly. 'You are about to be a star.' He paused for effect and nodded towards Jen. Carol turned slowly, and her eyes grew steadily wider as she saw what Jen was doing. At that moment, she was affixing a video camera to a tripod, and Carol saw that she had already rigged two portable lights aimed at the table. She turned back to Frank and stared in disbelief at his tranquil face. 'Two copies,' he said quietly, 'one for my collection and the other for you.' Then, strangely, he held out his hand and, grasping hers, shook it. She smiled at him then. A smile of total wanton sexual ecstasy. 'Open the box and start when you are ready,' he whispered in her ear before turning and seating himself on the settee in front of the table. 'One moment,' she said and ran out of the room. One moment was twenty minutes, but when she returned, the sight that befell Frank's eyes was worth the wait. Carol stood in a black cocktail dress, black stockings, and black high heels. Her blonde hair was curled on top of her head, and she had applied the most subtle of makeup that enhanced every aspect of her beauty. Even her walk had altered to a graceful slide so that, as she crossed the room, she did not appear to move a muscle. Frank watched, transfixed. When she reached the table, she turned, leaned her buttocks against the edge, and swung herself up onto the surface. Rising to her feet, she began to sway to some subtle rhythm, gyrating her hips and pushing out her breasts as her hands slid over her thighs and across her smooth belly. On she went, dancing like someone in a trance, her fingers raising the hem of her dress every so often to reveal the tops of the sheer stockings she was wearing. All the while, Jen recorded the action on videotape. Carol's motions became more daring, and she pushed her dress up until it remained rucked around her waist to reveal a pair of black cotton, high-cut panties. Delicately, she traced the prominent outline of her full pussy lips through the fine fabric, occasionally pushing it up into her sticky slit so that soon the material showed her excitement through the tell-tale damp patch. On and on she went, pushing the flimsy dress higher until, with a fluid movement, she drew it over her head and threw it to the floor to reveal her naked breasts. The woman on the table looked quite staggering as she swayed to her own music. Jen found that she had a hand down the front of her jeans as she taped the action in front of her. Carol bent down and opened the box, reached in, and withdrew a gold-tipped vibrator. The thing buzzed into life, and she rolled the tip over her taut nipples, moaning softly to herself as delicious tremors ran through her. With a savage wrench, she ripped her panties off and sank to her knees, legs spread wide, showing her glorious pussy to the camera. She looked at Frank and smiled as she saw that he had his penis in his hand and was slowly pulling on it. She sighed as she ran the vibrator deep into her pussy and she stayed like this for several minutes, fucking herself slowly with the buzzing dildo. Then, without warning, she pulled it out and licked it clean, as if it was a man's prick, sliding it in and out of her mouth before tossing it over her shoulder. Jen let her jeans fall to the floor as she massaged her own pussy at the spectacle in front of her. Carol, meanwhile, dipped into the box beside her and pulled out an enormous pink dildo. Sucking it, she lay on her back before opening her legs as wide as she could. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the phallus against the sodden lips of her cunt and gasped as the big head slid past her outer portal. Ever so slowly, she fed the huge cock into her gaping cunt until she only had enough of it left to keep a grip on. Pinching her nipples with her free hand, she began to pull the prick out of her, acutely aware of the filthy sucking sound it made as it left her sticky hole. In and out of her twat, she plunged the cock, and each time her cunt slurped disgustingly. The noise of it was enough to allow Jen to tremble into a little orgasm of her own as she played with her tiny clit, her eyes never leaving Carol's gaping puss. Carol slid off the table and went to kneel in front of Frank, who leaned back in his chair, his hand sliding off his hard, erect tool. With a grin, Carol bobbed forward and licked the pre-cum off its tip, delighting in the way Frank twitched as she made contact. Again, she leaned forward and this time slid her lips all the way down his shaft, stopping only when she reached his balls. Laying the dildo she still held to one side, she cupped his sack and fondled his heavy nuts as she gave him the best blow job he could ever remember receiving. Standing once more, she turned her back to Frank and straddled his thighs, reaching between her legs to grasp his tool. Jen took the camera off the tripod and came and knelt a few feet away, focusing close up on Frank's knob as it rose to meet Carol's anus. Slowly Carol worked the large head into her rectum and then, when she was ready, she simply let go, sitting down hard. Her scream mingled with the explosive groan Frank emitted as his cock rammed straight into her arsehole. He jack-knifed upwards and grasped her tits reflexively as she raised herself once more before plunging down onto his straining member. Time and again, she slammed his meat into her tight hole, reveling in the strong, manly grunt she heard from Frank each time she impaled herself. Leaning forward, she retrieved the dildo from the floor and raised herself up once more. Holding the rigid phallus with both hands, she brought it to rest inside the lips of her streaming pussy. Jen, sensing something extraordinary was about to happen, widened the shot to take in Carol's face, and, a moment later, she captured the most incredible scene she had ever taken as Carol once more let go. This time the dildo entered her cunt as Frank's cock surged up her arsehole. The combination of the two intrusions sparked a climax Carol did not know was in her. She screamed aloud and desperately started to rise the two cocks as fast as she could as orgasm after orgasm hit her like sledgehammers. She was oblivious to Frank pumping stream after stream of hot spunk deep into her as she gave in to the cataclysmic pinnacle she had reached. On and on she pumped, riding his cock with total abandonment, oblivious to the groans of pain that emanated from Frank, oblivious too to the cries of Jen as she spurted her own love juice down her thighs. Suddenly, she went absolutely rigid and fell forward onto the carpet. Frank could only lie there gasping for breath as she lay in a kneeling position on the floor, cum dripping from the two-inch circle that was her normally tight ring, a large pink dildo protruding from her shaven cunt. Jen dropped the camera at this point, so Carol would always regret not having actually seen her lean forward and stick her tongue deep into the contracting hole and lap at Frank's spunk. As Jen straightened up, Carol rolled onto her side and smiled adoringly up at Frank, who could only look in awe at this extraordinary woman who lay at his feet. He slid forward until he was kneeling beside her and kissed her gently on the forehead. Carol closed her eyes and slept. She awoke to find herself curled up in the master bedroom of the house. Frank was not beside her when she looked, but there on the pillow was a note and a video tape. Sitting upright, she took the note and read it. Dear Carol, There is not a lot that I wish to say to you other than you are the most breathtaking woman I have ever met. Saying goodbye to you is not something I wish to do, so please forgive me for not being around. I have ordered a taxi to collect you at 5:00 pm (Don't worry, it has been paid for). In a way, I should be cross with you. I have, as you must have suspected, done this sort of thing before, but I will not do it again with any other woman. No woman could match you.Carol smiled to herself and climbed off the bed. She showered and dressed before packing her case, not forgetting the video from the bed. She heard the taxi sound its horn and went down the stairs. She was just about to close the front door when she paused. Telling the driver to take her case, she turned back into the hall and walked over to a small table. Taking out a small notebook and pen, she carefully noted his telephone number. 'I think I might be needing this sometime,' she thought to herself. 'Soon.'

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TheRant

Greek Lessons

'Yum!', I thought to myself as Erika leaned across the desk to pick up the thick textbook she used to teach this course. 'Advanced Computer Architecture' I didn't find too difficult, and I really didn't need to join this tutorial class Erika had started after the real class, but since I had taken the 'Intro to Computer Architecture' from her last semester and had joined the tutorial group for that, I decided to join this one too. Erika, who demanded that all her students call her by her first name instead of by her title, was the best professor I'd had yet at my two and a half years at the university. She was also definitely the most gorgeous, beautiful, and sexy. She reminded me of one of those Greek goddesses from those terrible 1960s Hercules movies. Five foot six with long wavy chestnut brown hair, dark eyes that really looked into you when she talked to you, and a tight, well-built figure that made her look much younger than the 38 years I knew she was. Then there was her accent. She spoke English perfectly but had a thick Greek accent that lent a real sexy mystique to her voice. I didn't find it as sexy as an Australian accent, but it certainly came a close second. 38 wasn't that old. Michelle's mother had just turned 38. And yes, for those of you who might have noticed, I do have a bit of a thing for my best friend's mom. She looks fabulous, a more mature version of her beautiful daughter, and I'd had more than a few wet dreams about her, usually ones that had both her and Michelle as feature performers, but I was adult enough to know that they were nothing but post-adolescent fantasies. Erika looked up from the desk and smiled at me as she noticed that I was staring fixedly at her ass in the tight jeans she was wearing. 'Do you like my bottom?' she asked me frankly. 'I spend a half hour every morning on aerobics to keep it this way.' The rest of the group of students that had joined this regular after-class meeting had already left, and I was just packing up myself when I'd gotten that chance to glimpse those nice half-moons jiggling in her pants. I stared at her a bit shocked, but I should have been used to her frankness by now. When Erika had a question to ask you, she came right out and asked it. 'My last husband said it was my best feature,' she said. Before I could answer, she slid her hands down her back and cupped the two cheeks in her hands. 'Hell, Erika!' I said, deciding to be just as frank. 'You don't have any bad features.' She smiled at me, raising my temperature and blood pressure. 'Would you close the windows and blinds for me.' She turned back to gathering her stuff off the desk. Really, I would have just preferred sitting in my chair behind the desk for another minute; I didn't want her to see me standing up, but knew she'd just ask me if anything was wrong if I didn't comply, so I just stood up, a noticeable bulge in my pants that just wouldn't go down. I went to the side of the room and began closing and locking the windows and then lowering and shutting the blinds. When I finished and turned back, she was sitting on the corner of her desk and staring at me with a knowing grin. 'Simon, you are my favorite student,' she told me. 'Do you know why?' I had a few answers to that question that I would have liked to say, but instead answered with, 'Because I've got the highest grade in the class.' 'True enough,' she said as she hopped off her desk, sending her breasts jumping under her sweater and my half-softening bulge back to full hardness. Walking to the door of the room, she closed it and locked it. 'But no, that is not it. It is because you listen to what I am saying and watch what I am doing and always can tell what I am going to do next.' With that, she went back to the desk, stretched out sensually on top of it, and undid the top of her jeans. I walked to her and watched as she wriggled out of them until they flopped to the floor. 'I bet I can guess what you're going to do next,' I told her as I moved closer and began to rub my hand against the frilly lace-like material of her panties. 'Yes, that is why you are my favorite student,' she said, reaching up to pull my face down to hers. I joined enthusiastically into the kiss as one of my hands reached under her sweater to grab a hot, needle-tipped breast while my other hand rubbed her cunt through her panties until they were soaked with her drippings. I still remember more than vividly at the beginning of this semester, she stopped me before leaving the class, holding me there until all the other students had gone. She had asked if I thought she was attractive, and I admitted that I thought she was beautiful. Then she had stunned me by asking if I wanted to be her lover. Before I could answer, she had told me, like today, to close the windows and blinds, and by the time I had gotten back, she had locked the door and was lying naked on her desk. After that, I hadn't really needed to answer her with words. My actions had been more than enough. As I broke the kiss, I slid down her body until my face was hovering over her erotically aromatic groin. Taking the hand I had been rubbing her with, I licked the dampness off my fingers and then kissed the wet crotch of her panties, sucking more moisture into my mouth. 'Oh, yes!' she said, laughing joyfully. 'I love it when you kiss me down there. None of my husbands would do it. Only Uncle Louis had a taste for me.' 'They were all idiots,' I told her, reaching my hand to the elastic band holding up the underwear. 'No wonder you divorced the three of them. Your Uncle was the only smart one. You taste fabulous.' As I slipped her panties down her legs, I remembered the first time I had buried my face between those sweet thighs of hers. She had been divorced only six months, but had been so horny that she had approached me after she thought I had been watching her more than just attentively during class. Truthfully, I had always stared at her like that since I had first walked into her class, but it took her over-stressed hormones 5 months to finally notice. When I had first kissed the inside of her thighs, she had been thrilled. And when I began fucking her with my tongue, she had had to stop herself from screaming. Her last husband, she told me, was a real sex maniac, but he only loved to fuck. Over and over, he would push his thing between her legs and into her mouth, but never would he kiss her down there. Only Uncle Louis had ever kissed her down there. Then she told me about how she lost her virginity, or as she said, she had lost nothing and gained a whole new look on life. Erika was twelve when her uncle first started to approach her. She had been an early bloomer, had had her first period when she was 10 and had gone through 3 bra sizes by the time she was 11. When her uncle had kissed her, not in that friendly way he had always kissed her but in that way she had seen her momma and papa kiss when they thought she wasn't looking, she was both thrilled and frightened. Uncle Louis was a strong, handsome man, and of late she had been having strange feelings for him, and a number of older boys when she saw them. When her uncle pulled away his mouth from her and saw her smiling at him, he had then reached out and began to squeeze her breasts through her shirt and bra. It felt very good to her, but he said it would feel even better if she was not wearing them. Trusting her uncle, she quickly took them off, and true enough, it did feel much better. Especially when he replaced his strong hands with his mouth and began sucking and nibbling on her nipples. Then Uncle Louis began to rub her between her legs under her skirt, and that felt even better yet. When he asked her to take it and her panties off, she rushed as fast as she could to remove them. Her uncle had smiled at her downy patch of hair and at the woman's place underneath it that was starting to get damp. When he kissed his way down from her breasts, over her stomach, through the short brown hairs and to the woman's place, she again felt thrilled and frightened but also confused. She had sneaked watches at her parents doing things in their bedroom a few times, but they had never done this. Then when his tongue started to lick and stroke her insides, she no longer cared. Her uncle only took a few minutes to kiss her into her very first orgasm. It had been such a sensation that she knew that she must do it again and again, as often as her uncle would let her. Then he had taken the man's thing out of his pants.She had seen her father's and a few boys' before, but to actually be this close to one. She hesitantly reached out and touched the hard-looking rod and felt the heat it was giving off. "You are burning up," she told her uncle. He just smiled and told her that he knew of a way to cool off. Then he stuck the rod between her legs like she had seen her parents do. At first, it wasn't very nice, but after a moment, she began to feel more and more pleasant sensations as her uncle pushed back and forth in her. Just as she was really starting to feel really good, Uncle Louis made a loud grunt and spat out his seed into her. She was a bit disappointed, but less than fifteen minutes later, Uncle Louis came back for more. And this time, he did not disappoint her. After she told me about her first time, she in turn asked me about mine. I told her about Michelle and then a little bit about Kathy, which she seemed to find very exciting. She was very pleased when I told her that I was still seeing Michelle as often as we could. Her Uncle Louis had died 5 years ago in a traffic accident, and she missed him very much still. Looking up from between her legs, I saw that she had removed her sweater and her bra and was happily playing with her nipples. The combined caresses quickened her release, and in less than a minute, my mouth was full of her juices as she began to flop her ass up and down, trying to drive my face even further into her. "That was good!" she told me as she began to calm down. "I am going to miss you when you graduate." I slid up her body, pussy juice dripping off of my chin in a wet trail, and kissed her hard on the mouth. "I've still got three years left to go," I told her. "You're not getting rid of me that easily." She laughed and kissed me hard back, her tongue dancing in my mouth. "Maybe yes, but this is the last of my classes for you to take." "If you're worried that I won't want to see you once I'm no longer your student, you're wrong," I told her, reaching down to help guide my cock into her wet hole. "I'm not fucking you for good grades; I'm doing all right there on my own. I'm fucking you because you're beautiful, and I want you." Raising myself on my hands and knees, I hunkered down and pounded away at her, my cock digging deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust. "Yes, keep doing that," she pleaded, her head swinging back and forth with each thrust. "That feels so good." I smiled down at her and nibbled on her throat and neck, then her ears, and then finally her lips. She really was the most sensual woman I'd ever known. Sure, Michelle, Kathy, Lisa, and Sheila were all sexy, but Erika had something they didn't - the experience and the drive to experience even more. Given time, I'm sure Michelle and Sheila would gain that quality, but for now, they were just too young. "Give me more! Give me more!" Erika demanded as she pushed up against me with each thrust. I was buried in her to the very base of my cock, and for a second, I thought her hungry cunt was going to suck in my balls as well. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she began to chant, the familiar signal of a powerful vaginal orgasm building up, so I hurried my pace even further, plowing up and down so hard it felt like I was trying to set a new record for the hundred-meter dash. "Yes! Yes! Yessssssssss!" she screamed as she threw her arms around me and pulled me tightly to her body as she came. Her mouth opened and sucked in my tongue, her diamond-hard nipples dug into my chest, while her hips fluttered up and down like a hummingbird's wings. "Oh yes!" I yelled my own appreciative cheer as her tremoring cunt sucked the cum right out of my cock, swallowing it down inside itself. For another minute, we held each other, our joined groins still trembling. Then she gave a slow, sensual kiss and rolled over so we were lying on our side, facing each other. "Simon, did you mean that?" she asked me. "You will still come and see me when you have finished with my class?" "Erika, for such a gorgeous, sexy woman, you have a bit of an insecurity problem," I joked. "As long as you want me, I'll come see you." "That's nice, Simon," she said, hugging me tightly to her warm, soft body. "But next time, can we go somewhere else? I think people are starting to notice that groove your ass is digging on the desktop." She looked over before realizing I was teasing her. "In that case, what are you doing this weekend? I have just bought a new waterbed, and it could use some trying out."

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Chili Repost

Sordid Conception - Part 5

'Oh, God help me, that was so good,' Brenda thought as they became still. She could feel her womb awash in Brad's seed, and she said a quick silent prayer that she would become pregnant. She'd wanted the actual conception to be memorable, and this certainly would be. "Thank you," she whispered toward Brad's ear. "Have you two...finished?" Brad's mother's voice called. 'I forgot all about her...she heard everything!' Brenda thought, her face becoming red with embarrassment. She gave a push up at Brad to get him moving out and off of her, and she pushed at the inside of his elbow, trying to get him to remove his hand from under her nightshirt. "Yes," she answered Mrs. Larrington's question. Brad pushed himself up off her, going back on his knees as his deflating cock slipped out of her, the covers falling down behind his ass. His eyes dropped down, and Brenda realized he was staring right at her spermy sex. Quickly, she pulled the nightshirt down just as his mother came into sight on his left. "Are you all right?" his mother said kindly. "Yeah..." Brenda answered, "uh...Brad did his job." "I certainly did!" Brad said, not even moving to cover himself. And in front of his own mother! "Brad, get your shorts on and let us be alone, if you don't mind," his mother said, keeping her gaze averted. "All right," he said toward his mother. But before he moved off the bed, he reached down to rub her left knee and said, "I hope that gives you what you want." He said it with such sincerity, Brenda thought, and in the emotional state she was in, she teared up. Brad climbed off the bed without putting on his shorts. He just picked them up off the bed and walked out of the room. "You sure you're OK?" his mother asked, sitting beside her to stroke her forehead. "I feel good, Sharon, really I do." "Well, let's get your hips elevated," Sharon said, taking some of the pillows in her hands. In a few moments, they had several pillows and the towel under her. "I know this position feels stupid, but I want you to stay like this for about an hour," Sharon said, again sitting down beside her to rub her arm. Mrs. Larrington had a look on her face like she had at her wedding to Chris. "I'm very proud of you, Brenda...you're doing a good thing for the family." "Sharon, I hope I didn't embarrass you before..." Brenda started, then trailed off. "No, why would you think that?" "I didn't maintain much control before...I was too verbal, wasn't I?" Sharon laughed softly. "Brenda, I've had two kids. When you make a baby, it's always like that. We talked about that before. Now, I want you to just relax and think good thoughts until I come back. Who knows, something could be happening in you right now." Sharon leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Then, she stood and headed to leave the bedroom. "I'll be back in a bit," she promised as she closed the door behind her. Brenda closed her eyes and daydreamed about the baby...and Brad. 'Brad's going to be impossible to live with,' Sharon predicted as she walked down to his bedroom. 'He'll be cockier than ever after his performance with Brenda.' Sharon smiled. That wasn't so bad for her. She opened the door to his room but found it empty. She walked back to the staircase and went downstairs. She found her son in the kitchen making a tuna salad sandwich. He gave her a shit-eating grin when she walked into the room. "That Brenda is hot-to-trot," he said excitedly. "Man, I had her going!" "Brad, keep your voice down," she said. He didn't realize how loud he was and in a still house... "Come on, loosen up, Mom," he said quieter. "Did you hear her? She came twice!" Sharon felt herself getting mad and she didn't know why. Then, she realized she was jealous. That was a stupid thing to be - Brad would still be hers after all this was through. But it still sort of stung. "Of course, I heard her. I was sitting right there," she said as she leaned back against the counter. "So?...did you like listening to us?" Brad said with a wink as he closed up the bread bag. "What do you think?" she said evasively. She was reluctant to tell him how turned on she had become listening to Brenda's moans and the squeaking bed. "I think you liked it, Mom," he said, walking up to her. He was three inches taller than she, so she tilted her head back slightly to keep looking at his eyes. They were full of mischief, even after the energetic sex he'd just had upstairs. "I bet it got you all hot too." He grabbed her breasts through her blouse, and she had to stop him with a swipe of her hand. "Brad, you know better. Not where someone could see." One of her greatest fears was that someone from a neighboring house would spot her and her son doing something illicit. The chances were slim because the homes in their neighborhood up sat on two and a half acre lots. But it was too chancey. "Besides, Brenda is upstairs." "She's up on the blocks, right?" He was referring to the elevated hips. "Yes, but..." "Then we don't have to worry about her," he said and he pinned her against the counter with his body. "Brad, stop it!" "Sssshh...I just want to check you out," he said with a chuckle, his right hand going to her bare leg below the hem of her skirt. He began to slide it upward onto her thigh, his wrist pulling the front of her skirt up with it. She didn't make another move to stop him. He was still high from doing Brenda, and she had no way to get loose, if she wanted to. She put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as he pressed his fingers into the thin cotton panties covering her sex. "I feel a little wetness here," Brad said with a leering smile. She kept quiet as he looped his fingers in the bottom of her panties but drew in a sharp breath as he wormed a finger into her pussy. "Nice and slick, Mom...did you finger yourself while you watched us?" "No...but I wanted to." She didn't feel terribly embarrassed to tell him that now. She couldn't deny what he was feeling with his finger. Brad leaned away from her, pulling his finger from her forbidden furrow. He took her by the hand and started to pull her across the kitchen. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Come on...come back here." He walked her through the back entrance hall that contained her washer and dryer and into the back bathroom, closing the door behind them. Immediately to his left was the bathtub which had a window over it. He stepped into it with one foot and pulled down the sash which would stop anyone from looking in. "Brad, why don't we wait, honey?" she said as he moved toward her. "Once Brenda is gone, we'll have the rest of the day." "Let me take care of you," he said, pulling her skirt up. "You're the only one that hasn't gotten off yet in this crazy house." He steered her back against the wall beside the toilet. She grasped the hem of her raised skirt and held it up as he hooked his fingers in the top of her panties. He went to his knees on the shag toilet rug, pulling her panties down to mid-thigh as he went down. He slid her panties down to her ankles, his eyes staring at her pussy. 'This is not a good idea with Brenda in the house...but...' Sharon told herself, but she put aside reason and wantonly untangled her left low-heeled shoe from her panties and propped her foot up on the toilet lid, giving her hunky son the open thighs he wanted. Brad scooted closer, his hands sliding up the back of her thighs to hold her ass as he buried his face against her damp sex mound. She sucked in an excited breath as her son began to suck on her pussy. She started to moan as Brad worked her furry slit with his tongue and lips. 'Brenda can't hear us...she's way upstairs,' Sharon told herself, letting natural moans escape her lips. 'I'm going to cum soon...all over my son's tongue...and then I'll go back upstairs...and no one will know!' "MMMMMMmmmmmMMMMM...MMMMmmmOOOOOHH...AAH...ooohhhh...mmmMMMMMM...uuuuuhhhhh...OOOOOOHH!" The small bathroom filled with her unrestrained encouraging groans as she began to grind her cunt on her son's face, his hands pulling her feminine furrow tight on his knowing mouth. She pulled the top of her skirt tight against her stomach and looked down at the fleshy folds of her mons as they rubbed on Brad's mouth and nose. His eyes were open looking up at her, egging her on. She felt his tongue press into the oily hole of her pussy, felt him breathing like a enraged bull right up her cunt! "OHBRAD!"she cried, much louder than she wanted, as she closed her eyes and grabbed handfuls of her son's long hair. Her skirt, forgotten, dropped down to cover his head. She began to really fuck herself on Brad's face, rolling her hips crazily, feeling his nose raking back and forth on her clit. "MMMMMMHHHHHMMM....OOOOHHHHHHHEEEWWWWW!" she moaned loudly as her pussy exploded in release. She felt Brad sucking and sucking, felt him pushing her back against the wall as her shoe slipped off the toilet seat and she threatened to keel over on him. Her thighs shivered as Brad tongued her beautifully down through the pent-up passion that his episode with Brenda had created. A minute later, she raised her skirt back up and watched as Brad kissed her matted pubes. "That ought to hold you over for a while," he said with a smile. Brenda opened her eyes as the bedroom door opened. Sharon walked in, smiling as she usually was. "How are we doing?" Sharon said, walking around the bed. "Just fine." "I think you can get up now. Would you like to take a shower?" "No, I'll take one at home," Brenda said, swinging her feet onto the floor as she sat up. "I think I'll just go and relax until Chris gets home tonight." "And then....." Sharon said as she helped Brenda stand. They had talked about what she should do later. "And then, I'll make love to Chris. And we'll make a baby." Both knew that any baby would be Brad's but there would always be the possibility that it would be her husband's. And that would be something to hold onto in the years ahead. "That's my girl," Sharon said, giving her a hug. "Now, go and get dressed and I'll see you downstairs." Sharon headed back downstairs and Brenda wondered what had put the light gait in her mother-in-law's step. She marked it up to the thought of having a grandchild to spoil. Brenda turned and went into the bathroom to put her clothes back on. Brad gave his mother's ass a quick feel as she walked by the kitchen table. She slapped his hand away and gave him a nasty look as the sound of feet descending the stairs announced the imminent appearance of Brenda in the kitchen. 'She won't be slapping my hand once she ushers Brenda out,' Brad thought to himself. He'd given her a good orgasm with his mouth but he knew he would be able to convince her into a more fulfilling fucking. His dick was hard just thinking about slipping his meat to his mother all afternoon. Brenda stepped into the kitchen, dressed again in the clothes she had arrived in. He saw the way Brenda looked at him - there was something in that look. He'd definitely won her over! She was looking at him like a love-sick puppy. "Brenda, you look absolutely radiant," his mother said, laying it on thick he thought. Brenda didn't look all that different from when she came except maybe her hair which was sort of mussed up. "I feel good," Brenda said. "Let's keep our fingers crossed, huh?" "We certainly will. You've got everything? Okay then. I'll walk you out," his mother began to take Brenda toward the front door. "Thanks, Brad." Brenda said over her shoulder. "My pleasure," he replied, rising to his feet to follow them. His mother kept up a constant stream of good thoughts and suggestions on how Brenda should spend the rest of her day as she walked Brenda to her car. Brenda got behind the wheel, started the car and, after a motherly peck on the cheek from his mother, she backed out of the driveway as his mother came up the stairs to join him on the porch. "Bye, dear!" his mother called as Brenda put the car in Drive and started down the road. "Bye, Brenda....thanks for the fuck!" he said only loud enough for his mother to hear. She gave him a wry smile. "Brad, why don't you thank me as well? I'm the one that arranged the whole thing," she said as she went by him, heading back inside. "Hell, Mom, I plan to thank you all day long," he boasted as he closed the front door behind them and wrapped his arms around her from the back. "Brad! Not out here," she whined as he pushed his boner into the small of her back. "Come on, Mom. You liked it in the bathroom. Let's christen the living room." He wanted to get wild after being with Brenda and doing his mother on the family couch sounded like a hot time. She was definitely paranoid about doing anything sexual downstairs but this was probably going to be his best chance. She wanted it as much as he. Keeping this left arm wrapped around her waist, he dove his right hand up under her skirt. "No one can see in the windows. The house is darker than the outside. Someone would have to be on the front porch to have any chance of seeing us. And we'd see any car that pulled up." "Ooohhhh, Braaaddd!" his mother said with a shudder as his fingers teased her unpantied cunt. She hadn't put her panties back on after the bathroom cunnilingus session. "No, let's go upstairs, baby!" "No! We're going to do it right here on the couch," he said, walking them both toward the sofa. "Come on, do it with me here and I'll do whatever you want the rest of the day." 'That got her!' he thought. She seemed to relax, stopped resisting him. They were in front of the couch and she began to spin in his arm. He let her turn around until she was facing him, her pretty face upturned to his. Her smile told him he had won. "Anything I want?" she said, her hand finding the bulge in his shorts. "Yeah, whatever you want. I'll do it." He wondered what she had in mind but whatever it was, he was sure to enjoy it too. He moved past her, pulled down his shorts and underwear and sat down on the couch. His stiff cock wagged drunkenly above his belly, beckoning his mother. "Suck me awhile and I'll watch for anyone pulling in the driveway. And then you can sit on it backwards and keep a lookout while we fuck." His mother looked out the front window, then back to him. "You've got it all figured out, don't you?" she said, unzipping the back of her skirt. With a little shake of her hips, the skirt pooled around her ankles. She made no move to take off her blouse which was just long enough to hide her pussy from his view. "I'm only doing this to make you my slave for the rest of the day. Don't think we're going to be doing this all the time down here." He opened his knees wider as his mother stepped out of her skirt and dropped to her knees between his legs. "SHIT!" Brenda yelled at the steering wheel of her coasting car. She couldn't believe that she hadn't checked the gasoline meter when she got in the car that morning. Now here it was, pegged on EMPTY and she turned her car off the road far enough to not obstruct other drivers. 'Okay, just relax,' she thought as she turned the dead car off. 'Don't let this ruin a memorable day.' The nearest gas station was near the freeway. She thought it was at least a mile away. There were several houses nearby she could go to and use a phone. But it was only about a quarter mile back to Sharon's house. She decided to walk back and ask Sharon for a ride to the gas station or maybe borrow some gas that Brad might have for his cycle. She stuffed her bag out of sight under the passenger seat, got out, locked the car and started walking back to her mother-in-law's home. "They'll be surprised to see me again," she muttered. "Mmmmmm....nice and slow...uuhh," Brad grunted as his horny mother slowly swallowed all the prick she could, her lips sliding more than halfway down his shaft as he watched through half-closed eyes. She wasn't just blowing him - she was making love to his cock. She'd used her tongue on his cockhead for almost five minutes, swabbing his puffy glans with butterfly licks or twirling her spitty tongue around his head like she was trying to keep an ice cream cone from dripping. Now she was using her whole mouth, nursing on his manhood with her eyes closed, her right hand lightly holding his shaft near the base, her left hand hefting his scrotum lovingly. 'Damn, she can suck cock!' he thought as she drew her lips up until just the very tip of his head was still inside her mouth, then she began a slow nibbling, her teeth lightly scraping down his sensitive head tissue until she'd reclaimed the whole fat knob. It was as she began to swallow him a second time that Brad noticed Brenda walking up the driveway! He froze for a second or two in surprise. She was walking, she hadn't driven up to the house. They both would have heard her car. He was going to pull his mother off him and warn her to grab her skirt and run but......then his mind worked very quickly. He was going to warn his mother so their secret would remain intact. But they already had a secret on Brenda. Brenda wouldn't tell on them - couldn't tell on them! And his mother had said a number of times that she wished she could tell someone about their secret love. And Brenda....well, she was a wild girl. She'd let another guy fuck her to get pregnant, her husband's brother no less! And Chris had told him that Brenda had been a loose girl before they got married. How would she take the sight of her mother-in-law doing the nasty with her son? 'One way to find out,' he thought, placing his hands gently on top of his mother's head, watching Brenda come up the stairs to the porch. 'That's it, Brenda. Look in the window!....just look in.' Outside, Brenda came right up the steps and walked right by the window without looking in. She was heading for the door now and Brad began to silently will her to just walk right in. 'Don't use the doorbell!....come on, Brenda...you're one of the family. Just walk in!' The outside storm door opened and Brad knew it was going to happen - Brenda was going to walk in! The opening of the outside door had not been silent.His mother started to pull her mouth up his cock quickly. He wasn't sure if it was because she sensed something or she was just going to shift into a quicker sucking. He pushed down on the back of his mother's head, holding her mouth around him as the doorknob turned on the inside door. His mother definitely knew they were not alone as the front door opened. The sound of the door latch popping open, the clanging of the mini-blinds against the door glass, the immediate increase in the volume of the birds chirping outside. The door was opened and Brenda was coming through it. His mother was raising up her body but she couldn't go anywhere with him holding her head. Brenda saw them, her mouth dropped open, and he let go of his mother's head. "Brenda!" he said loudly, acting totally surprised. Brenda stood there, agape, as she watched Sharon scramble off her knees, her hand grabbing her skirt off the floor as she spun toward the doorway. Brad remained still on the couch after shouting her name. He was naked. His erection...his glistening erection stood proudly upward. 'Sharon was sucking...no, that's not possible!' Brenda tried not to believe what she was seeing, but there was no other explanation. Sharon had been blowing Brad on her knees! "Brenda?!" Sharon said, her eyes round as saucers. "Calm down, Mom. Brenda's not going to tell," Brad said, standing up slowly. He didn't make any move to cover himself, and Brenda would have enjoyed looking at his naked, buffed body had she not been so shaken up by what she had witnessed. "Brenda, close the door and have a seat. We got to have a talk." Brenda used her hand to push the door shut and watched as Brad sat his mother down on the couch. Sharon looked very white. "Mom, everything is cool," Brad reassured her as he finally grabbed his shorts and pulled them on. He motioned her to sit on the other end of the couch, and she went around the coffee table and plopped down on the couch. "Brenda's not going to tell anyone. Not after this morning....think about it." Brenda realized that Brad was right. How could she tell anyone after letting Brad fuck her? "Sharon, I swear I won't tell," she promised. "I ran out of gas....." Sharon had a hand over her eyes but she spoke at last. "You must think I'm terrible," she said weakly. "No, I don't, Sharon...I don't even know what led up to this," she said, fishing for an explanation. "Let's tell her, Mom," Brad said, standing on the far side of the coffee table with his hands on his hips. "You've always wanted to tell someone about us. I think Brenda's going to be real sympathetic." Brad actually winked at her! "I think we ought to get everything out in the open. None of us are ever going to be able to tell any of this to anyone else, so why pretend about what's going on? Brenda, me and Mom have been having sex for, I guess, a year and a half now. I came on to her first....she's the best looking mother around, I don't think anyone can argue that. The thought of doing her sort of obsessed me back then....and it's better than I could even have imagined.....fucking her, I mean." Brenda looked at Sharon who was sitting just down the couch from her. Sharon looked at her and then back to her son as he went on. "Mom has been keeping a real tight leash on things up until now. She'd only let me fuck her once or twice a week. But then she got the idea of letting me try to make the baby with you. Ever since then, she's been wanting me all the time....this baby stuff excites her." "Brad, do you have to get so......." Sharon said, her voice sounding exasperated. "Sharon, it's O.K.," she said. "Brad's right. Why should we keep any secrets?" She decided to tell a secret of her own. "Let me tell you both, right here and now, that I agreed to this insemination plan at first because I wanted a child. And I still do. But when we were upstairs.... well, I'm getting ahead of myself. It's obvious to me that I had some feelings for Brad that even I wasn't aware of because I had these wild sexual dreams about Brad all last week.... I mean really wild. So, I didn't come here with the good intentions that you might have thought...I came to have sex....for more than just procreation." "Yeah, you were hot for it, all right!" Brad said, stepping over the coffee table and sitting down on it, facing both of them. "I told Mom about how you got off went I stuck it in." Brad's exuberance for the subject was pretty stimulating to Brenda. She never would have thought that she would admit something as personal as that in front of Sharon, but she did. "That's true...I couldn't stop myself. I thought I would and that's why I told you I was worried about it, Sharon." "Brad has that effect on me, too," Sharon said, beginning to open up. "I suppose I should spill my guts too since everyone else is being so open....I know what Brad and I do is not right in the eyes of the world.....but we both love it. Him because his hormones are going crazy and me because he makes me feel younger, I guess." "Come on, Mom...the truth now," Brad said, moving his hand onto one of her knees. "Tell Brenda you like fucking me because I'm your boy." "I think she knows that that is a part of it," Sharon said, putting her hand over his. "Brad's not telling the truth, not the whole truth. He did make a pass at me but...I acted on it after first refusing him. And...I've never regretted it." Sharon was getting herself together. "We both know it's wrong but it feels so right... that must sound crazy." 'Wow, this is getting really interesting!' Brenda thought. This whole thing was mushrooming into a chance to take off the gloves and do the things she wanted to with Brad. What could Sharon say about that now? She could fuck Brad all she wanted now that she knew their secret. "It must be something special.....it's too wild to think about!" Brenda said, unable to stop it from coming out. Sharon was getting all the cock she wanted from her own son! 'I can't believe how well Brenda is taking all this,' Sharon thought, watching her daughter-in-law acting excited about the taboo relationship she had learned about. 'And I never would have thought she wanted Brad like I do.....as a lover.' When she'd been caught sucking her son's cock, she'd felt like her whole world had shattered. But Brad had pointed out the one thing that was their saving grace - Brenda couldn't tell anyone even if she'd wanted to. And Brenda hadn't run out of the place screaming bloody murder; in fact, she'd acted more curious than anything. Brad's hand began to stroke around in a circle under her own, moving slowly up onto her thigh. She looked at him and could see he was enjoying this whole thing! Then he dropped the bomb. "See, Mom? Brenda's a kindred spirit," Brad said, kneading her leg with his fingers. "How about we all go upstairs?" 'God, what is Brad proposing?!' Sharon thought as she looked at him. She felt pretty good about the way Brenda had taken learning about the secret that she had kept for so long, but certainly Brad didn't think that Brenda would..... "I might be up for that," Brenda said, and Sharon whipped her head to look at her daughter-in-law. Brenda was looking at Brad, smiling. "But only if we all agree." "Wait a minute..." she started to say. "Come on, Mom. Let's all go upstairs. I think Brenda would like to watch us make love. Maybe as much as you liked to be in the room when we fucked earlier." "Is that true, Sharon?" Brenda asked, her voice sounding huskier. "Is that why you stayed?" Sharon looked back at Brenda. She couldn't deny what she had felt, sitting in that chair, listening to their lovemaking. "I found it exciting...I did." "Could you do it with Brad.....with me in the room?" Brenda asked. Brenda's eyes looked deep into hers. The whole dynamic of the situation was changing, like being swept up in a stream that she was powerless to stop. And she wasn't sure she wanted to stop it! She'd wanted to be able to tell someone - now she had the opportunity to show someone and to watch Brad with Brenda. Everything revolved around her answer...... "I could try," she said simply, opening the floodgates. "Let's go upstairs!" Brad said excitedly. Sharon let Brad lead her upstairs...with Brenda right behind them. Continued in part 6...

Part 5/7

Collections/Kristen's_Collection/www/05/sordid5.txt

Chili Repost

Sordid Conception - final chapter

'I did that....made Brenda come.' Sharon had sat back on her legs after Brenda's thighs had fallen open. Her fingers went to her lips as she continued to taste the tangy wetness that Brenda had produced. It was her first taste of womanly cum and she found it almost as intoxicating as hard liquor. She wanted to tell Brenda how much she had enjoyed trying to give cunnilingus, experiencing it from the other side, but there would be time for that later because Brad gripped her arm and pulled her toward him. "I hope you're ready, Mom, because I'm going to give it to you good," he said a little too loudly. Sharon realized he was announcing it to Brenda. So Brenda could watch what she and Brad had hidden from everyone else. Brenda rolled over toward them, raising herself up on her elbow, and Sharon saw the anticipation in her eyes...and the special extra in her eyes that was for her alone. Brad pulled her to him and then swung her upper body toward the far side of the bed, away from Brenda, as he let her gently down on her back. He lifted her left leg almost straight up in the air, swinging it past his chest and around his other side as he positioned himself over her. "Spread your legs...wider than that," Brad commanded her as he fisted his ready member and ran the wet head on her hair-matted mons. "Now pull them back like I like." He wanted her legs back toward her head, a position that they had both enjoyed frequently over the past 18 months. She knew he wanted them back now for another reason - to give Brenda, who still lay behind his feet, an unimpeded view of his hefty dick delving into her cunt. Turning into a full-fledged exhibitionist in the excitement of the moment, she bent her legs at the knees and tilted them back, her pelvis rolling up at her eager son. She could feel her labia opening up, exposing the slick inner lining of her sex slit and the mouth of her simmering quim. At least that was the view she imagined Brenda was getting. Her son didn't give Brenda a long, lingering gaze - he quickly leaned over her, fit the head of his prick into the entrance of her pussy and began pushing it down into her. "Man! You're fucking wet," Brad exclaimed as he buried himself balls-deep in her without any problem due to their position and her record-breaking lubrication level. His slab of cock filled her so beautifully. She could have looked for years in town for someone as satisfying as Brad but she knew she never would need to. Her baby would be there for her for years and years. The fact that both of them were in their sexual prime was not lost on her. It had always seemed like cruel fate that men and women matured so far apart. She wondered how many other women her age were bedding much younger men - and how many were their sons! Brad began slowly fucking her, pulling his cock almost all the way out before injecting it again deep in her itchy sheath. For once in his life, her son was taking his time - right when she wanted nothing more for him to pound her sex. She wanted to come in the worst way; a hard, energetic fucking was the quickest way there. But Brad continued to play to their watching bed mate. "Harder," she said very softly up at her son's leering face. It wasn't loud enough for Brenda to hear but her son wouldn't even spare her that little private exchange. "Sure, Mom," he said loudly, "But I want you to speak up some. I'm sure Brenda wants to hear what you want me to do to you." Waiting for her to comply, he pulled out until only his knob was still in her needy confines and then he let it hover there. 'Damn you, Brad,' she said to herself as her cheeks warmed in a blush. Painting herself as a horny slut in front of Brenda was not what she wanted but wasn't it really what she was? Summoning all the courage she could, she responded to her manipulative man-son. "I said do it harder!" she said in a voice so strong and confident that it surprised even herself. "Fuck me like a real man, Brad....fuck me hard!" "All you had to do was ask," Brad said with a chuckle before he drove himself strongly down into her splayed crotch, his balls slapping loudly against her ass as their pubic bones jarred together. Sharon let her face fall sideways on the bed as her virile son began hammering her lifted lap with powerful lunges. It was only the feeling of drool starting to seep from the corner of her mouth that brought Brenda out of her voyeuristic trance. The sight of incestuous cock and cunt working in a hot tandem was overpowering to watch. She swallowed quickly, never taking her eyes from the hot scene only a few feet away. Brad's fat prick was opening up his mother's furry slit obscenely and his thrusts were making the bed squeak underneath her. Sharon's pussy was dribbling clear juice which welled up or was deposited below her stuffed gash by Brad's driving member. That juice was running down over her mother-in-law's small, brown puckered anus, then disappearing further down her ass crack. Brenda began rubbing her own slick slit which now felt ready for more action. Her orgasm had left her as juicy as Sharon and she wondered if Brad would be able to fuck her as well in the session that was unfolding. She prepared herself for a letdown. He was probably going to get his rocks off with his mother and then things would probably settle down. 'But I can come back tomorrow for another baby-making try with Brad.....and the next day....and every day. I've got the perfect excuse since any session might get me pregnant...Sharon will understand.' Sharon was moaning now, every flesh-smacking fuck by Brad was being answered by hot sex squeals from her mother-in-law. She was working her way to an orgasm and Brenda wanted to do more than watch. Sharon had done something for her...she had joined in. She crawled past the two humping bodies on their right until she was almost laying beside Sharon. Brad was the first to register that she was there; his mother's face was laying on the bed looking the other way. "Like watching....uuhhh...me fuck her?" Brad said hotly. Sharon's face flopped over and looked at her through lust-slitted eyes, her mouth open in a perpetual O as Brad continued to screw her. "I've never seen anything so hot," Brenda said to Sharon, letting her left hand slowly reach out to land on Sharon's jiggling left tit. Sharon's eyes closed as she rubbed her palm over the stiff, eraser-sized nipple. "Yeah!....that's it, Brenda....help me make her come....uuhhh...and I'll.....fuck you!" "AAAAHHH....UUHHHH....MMMHHMMMM!" Sharon began panting right at her face and Brenda ran her hand over both of Sharon's supple breasts like she was waxing her car. A quick glance down her reclining, shuddering body and Brenda could again see Brad's crimson-hued erection bucking up and down in the widespread V of his sexy, delirious mother's legs. Another five or six thrusts and Sharon's back arched sharply, her head dipping straight back as she began cumming. "UUUUUHHHGGHHHHAAAAHHHHH!.....HHHHAAAAHHHHHOOHH!" Sharon shrieked as her hands, which had been grabbing bunches of bedspread, shot up and held her son's sides as he leaned further over her, pressing his swollen pleasure-giver deep in her rippling loins. "Yeaaaahh...yeaaaahh....she's cumming so biiigggg!" Brad announced as he rode his mother's twitching body. After a few minutes, mother and son were still. "You really got off that time," Brad said after giving his mother a real kiss. Brenda thought the kiss was probably the most intimate part of the incest she had just witnessed; fucking and sucking could be explained away by hormones, but the deep soul kissing that Sharon and Brad did in front of her showed genuine love. "It's been a crazy, wonderful day," Sharon said simply, stroking Brad's face. Then she turned to look at her. "Brenda, I don't know where all this is...heading but we can talk about it later. I want a grandchild. Now, you two get busy and make one." 'Time to fill Brenda's box with some more cum!' Brad thought hotly as he untangled himself from his mother. Brenda began to shift over on the bed, arranging herself on her back with her head in the pillows. While that looked incredibly inviting, Brad had had enough of the missionary. He wanted to take Brenda in a different position than the one he had already had her in. "I want you on your hands and knees," Brad told her. "I want to get real deep when I plant my seed." He felt ridiculous saying that, like he was some sort of Johnny Appleseed, but it had the desired effect.His turned-on sister-in-law rolled to her left and positioned herself on her hands and knees, facing away from him, with her head in the far right corner of the bed. She swung her long hair to one side, looking back at him as he moved up behind her full ass. "Man, what a pretty pussy!" Brad said as he moved in closer. All shaved and wet and soft looking, Brenda's sex winked at him, ready to get stuffed with his unflagging stiffie. His hands caressed her ass and squeezed it, pulling her cheeks as he pressed his knees against the inside of her shins and made her open her stance wider. Her ass lowered further down then began to lift again, roll forward, as Brenda lowered herself down on her elbows. He slid his hands a little lower and used his thumbs to pull her pussy folds apart and her pink tunnel was right there, just begging for it. The bed behind him shifted and his mother moved beside him on her knees as well, her left hand resting on his shoulder while her right hand rubbed his back affectionately. "Go ahead, Brad," she said softly, her eyes on Brenda's opened sex crease. His cock bobbed up and down as his mother encouraged him to fuck and impregnate her other son's wife. "Yes," Brenda purred, wanting it also. His mother's left hand slid off his shoulder, went under his arm and she grabbed his erection, bending it down toward its target. Brad flexed his hips forward and his knob pressed into Brenda's slick opening and then disappeared down her snug hole. "Ahhh, yeah!" he grunted as he slowly worked himself into Brenda's fertile fuck furrow. "That's a good boy," his mother said throatily near his ear. After a few minutes of careful invasion, Brenda was full of cock and Brad began thrusting back and forth in her succulent cunt while his mother stroked his chest and ass with her hands. "Ooooohhh.....mmmmmmm...uuuummmm....GodohGod...mmmmmm," Brenda mewed as he held her hips and pushed and pulled his erection in and out of her slippery, tight vagina. The scene played itself out for about ten minutes, the intensity rising and rising. Brenda came with a shriek and Brad had to slow his thrusts until her cunt had gone slack again, then he began pounding her liquidy hole like a madman as he felt his own orgasm cresting. "HERE I COME!...OOOHYEAAHH...UUUUUGHHH.....UUUGGHH!" he bellowed as his mother held him and his balls blew his wad deep in his sexy sister-in-law. He came so hard his balls hurt. 'This stud service is the greatest!' he thought to himself as his cock finally stopped twitching in Brenda's cum-ladened cooze and his mother kissed the side of his neck. Epilogue - 15 months later "I wish you'd let me clean up," Sharon said to Chris as she got up from the dining room table. "Leave it. We'll clean up later," Chris assured his visiting mother. "Why don't you and Brad go in and relax in the living room. Brenda will be down in a few minutes. Carol goes down like a shot." Sharon and Brad got up from the table, sharing a knowing smile as they headed into the front room. The night had been very special; both she and Brad were always happy to come over to Chris's house and see little Carol. She was a beautiful, healthy baby that had been born almost nine months to the day of the wild happenings up in Sharon's bed. Sharon sat in easy chair and Brad slouched down on their couch, holding the bottle of beer he'd not finished at dinner. Chris came in a few minutes later carrying a couple of wine glasses and another bottle of wine. He, Brenda and Sharon had consumed a bottle at dinner already. "Oh, Chris...you shouldn't have opened another bottle," Sharon said as he handed her a glass. "Well, if we don't finish it, it's no biggie. Besides, this is a celebration. Carol's 6 months old and this day will never come again." Sharon let Chris pour her another glass. She already felt warm all over from the alcohol she'd already consumed but Brad would be okay to drive them home. Brenda came down the stairs at that moment and Brad couldn't help mentally undressing her, now that he knew all her charms in intimate detail. The blouse she wore had sort of a low neckline and with her mammaries even larger from breastfeeding, she was showing plenty of cleavage. He was surprised his brother would let her traipse around like that but he wasn't complaining. Fucking her for the few weeks the previous year had been awesome and it did pain him to know he would probably never get to again. Still, his mother was giving him all he wanted. "She went right down. She's such a good baby," Brenda said. "You're so lucky...this one kept us up all night," Sharon said, tapping Chris on the leg as he stood by her chair pouring wine into the other glass he had brought. "Here you go, Bren," Chris said, handing the glass of wine to her. "Now, I'd like to propose a toast." "You need a glass, Chris," Sharon said. "Nah, I'll use the bottle....Okay, first I'd like to thank Brenda for bringing such a beautiful baby into our lives." Brenda and he shared a quick kiss. "Come on, Chris," Brad chimed in. "You had a little to do with it, you know?" "I wish that were true," Chris said cryptically. Sharon felt her stomach drop a little. Was it possible that Chris knew something? "Look, we all know it's not true," Chris continued. "The second part of my toast is to the other people that did make it happen - you and Brad." Sharon looked at Brenda and saw that she was smiling at her and Brad. Chris's announcement didn't seem to faze her; she had known that he knew before they came over. What was happening here? "I'm afraid our little secret is out," Brenda said, taking a sip of wine. "But Chris understands, so don't worry. Chris spoke to Dr. Evans and found out about his low-sperm count and sort of put two and two together." "I felt bad accusing her of committing adultery," Chris said, stroking Brenda's arm. "But the doctor was so incredulous that I'd been able to get Brenda knocked up...well, it was all I could think of." "I decided to just tell him the truth and, after a while, he saw the logic in it. We both came clean with each other about everything. He had some secrets, not like ours, but he got his secrets off his chest and I came clean about everything. We don't have any secrets now," Brenda said proudly. "That's right, Mom," Chris said. "I know all about Brenda and Brad...and about you and Brad." Brad and his mother exchanged worried looks but their concern was tempered by Brenda's continuing smile. "At first, I was shocked but, well, now I think it's all right," Chris continued. He handed the wine bottle to Brenda and extended his hand to Sharon. She took it, thinking that he wanted to show his understanding by holding her hand. Chris continued, "I really don't see anything wrong with what you and Brad are doing. A mother and a son ....no, I don't see a thing wrong with that." Brad saw his mother's arm straighten as his older brother pulled on her hand. He was pulling their mother up out of her chair. Realization dawned on Sharon at that point and she felt a great calm come over her. Things were going to be all right. She drained the wine glass she held and handed it to Brenda as her husband led the way to the stairs. "Whatta?...." Brad said to Brenda as she began sitting down the bottle and glasses on the coffee table. The legs of his mother and Chris were disappearing upstairs. "Don't you see, Brad?" Brenda said as she sat by him on the couch. "You and Chris are so much alike. That's why I told him about you and your mother.....I knew he'd be interested too." "So, Mom and Chris are....." "That's right. You're going to have to share her from now on," Brenda said as she began to stroke his chest. "Of course, the sharing goes the other way too, you see, Chris and I love Carol so much that we want another baby....and tonight's a good night, if you know what I mean." Brad leaned into her and they began kissing. He let his hand roam over Brenda's milk-swollen tits, rubbing them through her blouse. After ten minutes of heavy necking and petting, he had Brenda very hot. "Let's go upstairs," she suggested. "You read my mind," he responded, getting up and leading her up the stairs. As they walked past the guest bedroom, Chris could clearly hear his mother moaning inside as she and Chris enjoyed each other for the first time. 'What a family!' he thought as he looked forward to fucking Brenda once again. The End

Collections/Kristen's_Collection/www/05/sordid7.txt

Diana Lee

Ms. Claws

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house... Who am I kidding? Except for me, there were no creatures in my house to stir—at least no mammals. My lover had moved out three weeks ago. I didn't mind her going so much, but she took the elegant Siamese Amberdrake with her. We had a long, hard custody battle over the cat, but in the end, I had to admit that Amber had moved in with her, so she got to take him when she left. So here I was, alone again for the holidays. I had my viewing all picked out for the next day, starting with Miracle on 34th Street and ending with The Bishop's Wife. I had my miniature turkey (e.g., Rock Cornish Game Hen) all stuffed and ready to go in the oven, and I had bought a pecan pie for dessert. Under my Christmas tree were the grab bag gift from work and the fruitcake my bank sent me each year. Usually, I take the cake to the park the day after Christmas and crumble it up for the pigeons; they deserve a holiday treat too. It's not that I hadn't had invitations from several friends to spend the holidays with them. But I always felt in the way when I visited all those happy couples. Last year, when I still had a significant other, I spent the holidays with two pairs of my closest friends. But now that I'm single again, I insist on spending Christmas alone. Is that logic for you, or what? I sat in the window watching it snow for a couple of hours before going to bed. In New York, the snow turns gray within hours, but just now, in its pristine whiteness, it was enchanting. Several of my neighbors were heavily into window lights, and the soft mounds that covered the garbage cans in the alley reflected a holiday spectrum of colors: red, green, and gold. My windows were iced up, and the streetlights were halos refracted through the frost. For a while, I forgot about being alone and depressed on Christmas Eve. When my upstairs neighbor turned off his lights, I sighed, finished my eggnog, and went to bed. At first, I wasn't sure what had woken me; sort of a rattling sound coming from the living room window. I turned over and thought, "Oh, it's just Amber playing with the sash." Then I froze. Amber doesn't live here anymore. I quietly got out of bed and grabbed the softball bat from the closet. I tiptoed as stealthily as I could to the bedroom door. And stubbed my toe on the dresser. "Oomph!" I stuffed my fist in my mouth to keep from screaming. I inched open the door and crept around the bend. I raised the bat to bring it down on the intruder's head. And stopped. Santa Claus's red-covered ass was sticking up as she bent to close the window behind her. "Aren't you supposed to come down the chimney?" I asked with great originality. Santa screamed and spun around. Hmmm, this Santa had her padding in the wrong spots. "You scared me," she accused. "I scared you? This is my apartment." "Well, yes, I know. I did knock, but I guess you were asleep." "You guessed right. Can I ask, you know, just for my information, what you were doing on my fire escape?" "Well, I kind of locked myself out." "You locked yourself out of my apartment?" "No, out of mine. I'm your new neighbor." "I didn't know Ms. Claus moved in next to me." I answered, still being a bit sarcastic since my adrenaline was running around my bloodstream. And then there was the stubbed toe adding pain signals to the proceedings. "Oh, the costume. Well, I was playing Mrs. Claus for some kids tonight. We, where I work, we get together and take some toys around to one of the shelters for the kids. We tell them that Santa had to delegate because there's just too much for him to cover in one night." "Well, at least you don't have to worry about the fake beard this way. But isn't it kind of late," I squinted at the clock, "three o'clock? I thought Santa made her rounds at midnight." "Oh, Merry Christmas. Well, actually, we finished at the shelter around ten, but then we went out to do a little celebrating. And we wound up at Jo's house singing carols. And then Erin and Pam dropped me home and left." "Okay, I can see how all that can take some time and all, but how did you wind up on my fire escape?" "Well, I guess my keys fell out of my bag at Jo's house, or at least, I hope they're at her house. There was an Oriental man downstairs just going out with his dog, so he let me in." "Gee, Mr. Kyu was walking his dog this time of night." Ms. Claus smiled, "I think I'm going to like you a lot." "Why?" I asked, rather puzzled. "Because you didn't say anything about the fact that he shouldn't let a stranger into the building." "Well, who wouldn't let Ms. Claus into the building on Christmas Eve? Particularly..." I quickly tried to figure out if it was politically correct to call Ms. Claus pretty, no, maybe lovely was better considering her eyes and the dimple. "Particularly such a lovely Ms. Claus." "Thank you." Ms. Claus blushed, and her eyes traveled to my breasts, which were straining against the tight t-shirt I wear to sleep. "Anyway," Ms. Claus continued, "I got upstairs and reached in my bag, but no keys. So I thought, maybe I could get in my window. I went up to the roof and came down the fire escape, but my windows are locked. And, well, I didn't want to have to climb up again, and I wasn't sure I could get in the roof door again, so I started knocking on your window." "Wouldn't it have been simpler to ring my doorbell in the first place?" "Well, yes, but I didn't want to wake you." "Well, what do you want to do now? Do you want to call your friend Jo and ask her to bring your keys over?" "Well, actually, you know it is kind of late and all. I really don't want to ask her to come out in the snow at this time of night. I was kinda hoping, you know, now that I've met you. I was kinda hoping I could crash on your couch? If it's not too much trouble?" "I would be charmed to have you crash on my couch," I answered in my most gallant manner. Then I noticed that she was still shivering. For that matter, so was I. I also noticed that I was more or less bottomless, and I turned a nice shade of Christmas red. "Uh, would you like something hot to drink before you go to bed?" I asked as I edged towards the bedroom and my bathrobe. "Oh, that would be great. The fire escape was so slippery, and it took me so long to climb down from the roof, that I think I'm permanently frozen." I thought about how much I would like to defrost Ms. Claus while I slipped into my bedroom. I threw on my robe and grabbed an extra blanket and pillow from the closet. "Here," I said, handing her the bedding. "Do you want me to find you something to sleep in?" "I don't think I'd fit into anything of yours," she answered, looking at my breasts again. I blushed an even deeper red and fled into the kitchen. After I put the kettle on, I got out the two Christmas mugs that were my grab bag presents from the previous two years and put them on a tray. Then I got out the last of the ginger snaps that Mrs. Kettelmen always bakes for the people in the building around the holidays and put them on a plate. I opened the cupboard and rummaged through my Celestial Seasonings tea. I started to reach for the Sleepy Time, but then I thought, "What the heck, it's Christmas," and reached for the Cranberry Zinger instead. "Here we are," I said as I placed the tray on the coffee table. I sat on the couch and was pleased when she sat next to me instead of on the "best chair" recliner I had left for her. I poured the tea and offered honey and lemon, both of which I had forgotten, and which she politely declined. "So, Ms. Claus, what do you do for a living?" "I'm a toy maker, of course." I did a double-take; she was smiling, but I couldn't tell if she was joking or not. "And, I suppose your first name is Santa?" "Actually, it's Chris." Now I really thought she was pulling my leg. "Oh, and are you from the North Pole?" I asked. "No, from Jersey, but please don't hold that against me." I laughed and felt that I really was going to like Chris Claus very much too. For a while, we just sat, enjoying each other's body heat and sipping our tea. She was rather well-suited for the role of Ms. Claus, filling out her costume beautifully. I was rather sorry that this was the high-neck kind rather than the low-cut, sexy elf kind. I am very partial to a good view of cleavage. "So, now you know my name and what I do, how about you?" "Well, my name is Marty, and I work for a newspaper." "Really, are you a writer?" "Eh, no, I'm the computer person there. You know, I put the stuff on the web for them and keep the network going and all that.""Oh, so you're a high-tech dyke?" For a minute, I was confused. How could she tell so quickly that I was a dyke? I mean, not that I try to hide it or anything. But we'd just met. "How'd you know I'm a dyke?" "Well, you have been flirting with me, haven't you?" "Well, yeah. I have been." There I went blushing again. I guess it's the season. "Well, since straight women usually don't flirt with me, I just assumed that you were a dyke." "Do... do a lot of dykes flirt with you?" "A few." "Does that mean that you're a dyke?" "Not necessarily. I could just hang out with them." "Oh." And suddenly Christmas got lonely again. "But, actually, I am." "Oh." And suddenly Christmas was very merry indeed. "You don't seem to have any mistletoe around here." "Oh, we had some last year, but the cat ate some and got sick." "We?" "My ex and I. She moved out a few weeks ago. She took Amber with her, so I guess I could get more mistletoe." And I looked around as if some might materialize, 'cause I sure wanted to kiss Ms. Claus. "Well, it's the thought that counts." And Ms. Claus kissed me! I was quickly able to ascertain that all of the padding that filled out her costume was actually her. Mmmm, she had lovely, soft, full, luscious breasts, and they felt incredible through the velvet of her top. It was a long, breathless interval later that we pulled apart. "Merry Christmas," she wished me again. "Merry Christmas," I answered. "I guess I should let you get some sleep, huh?" "Well, you know, us Santas usually don't get much sleep the night before Christmas." Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring... Well, unless you count in bed. I guess you could say we were stirring. Hmmmm, no stocking caps though; actually, we weren't wearing much of anything. And if eight tiny reindeer landed on the roof, I sure was too busy to notice.

Collections/Kristen's_Collection/www/26/xmas5.txt

Rellik

The Football Supporter

'You want me to what?' I asked my sister-in-law. 'I want you to give me a baby. I thought that would be plain enough even for you, Jack,' she said, looking up at my six feet six frame from her five feet three frame. 'Why, what is wrong with George? I know he is a scrawny-looking man, but I'm sure he can manage that chore on his own,' I replied. 'That's just it, he can't. He has a very low sperm count and also a lot of damaged sperm. Well, that was what the doctor told us this morning. Oh, we may strike it lucky, but he said, "Don't hold your breath." Well, that was what he told me after George stormed out of the surgery,' Sarah explained. 'Surely, if I made you pregnant, he would know?' I replied. 'You both have the same mother and father, so who would tell the difference?' she countered. I know my mother always said George and I had the same father. My father and George were almost a pair, both five feet seven and thin as racing snakes, with slumped shoulders and dark hair, whereas I was broad, blonde, and six and a half feet tall. No one ever took George and me for brothers, even though he was the eldest. I had even had to fight his battles for him. I honestly think my mother had a bit on the side, because no one on her side of the family were blonde or big. Granted, we had the same blood group, but that didn't mean that much, not in these days of DNA testing. 'What if I too don't knock you up, maybe I'm like George?' 'I suppose Betty Talbert got her baby in a lucky bag?' she asked, smiling. 'Maybe it was one in a million chances that the doctor talked about,' I said, also smiling. 'Well, will you or not? I'm offering you it on a plate, without any of the restrictions or responsibilities,' she replied. 'So when do you want me to start?' 'My danger period starts on Friday. George is off to watch his team from Friday night, and he won't be back until Sunday. Can you come round on Friday after eight? He will have gone by then,' she said in a matter-of-fact voice. 'I'll be round on Friday evening then, Sarah, when I'll be seeing a good bit of you,' I said with a laugh. She turned and walked away into the rain towards my brother's home. I walked the hundred yards to my parent's home and got the usual yell as I entered, 'Don't bang the door!' from my mother. Of course, it was too late, the door was on its way and banged shut. 'God, Jack, how many times have I to tell you,' she said, standing there in the passageway. I picked her up and gave her a kiss on the lips, but no mother-son kiss, for I had been screwing my mother for about two years now. 'She asked me to put her in the pudding club, Mum. Did you have something to do with this?' I asked, patting her on the bottom. 'Well, she was so upset, I kind of suggested it when she told me about the results of George's sperm count. I knew you would like to get between Sarah's legs, so this is your chance,' she said, smiling. 'Not afraid she will take me away from you, are you?' I said, sliding my hand up her dress and groping her wet, moist pussy. 'You know I'm off to my mother's for the next week, and I couldn't see you going without, all that length of time,' she said, opening her legs wider, so that I could insert two fingers into her wet, moist pussy. 'God, you're wet tonight, Mum. Got the hots?' I asked. 'Too late to do anything about it now, your father will be in, in just a minute,' she said, squirming away from me. 'You can wait,' I said, smiling, for I knew she would be creeping into my room tonight. Ever since I had stuck my great big cock into her, she has hardly missed a night. I've never met another woman who loves being fucked as much as my mother. My father, according to my mother, couldn't get a hard-on, even though she had tried many methods, including Viagra. Friday, I said cheerio to my mother at the rail station and then drove round to see Sarah. I passed all the supporters' buses on their way south with their scarves and banners flapping in the air. Better them than me, for the forecast was for more rain, but they seemed impervious to such trivialities as a bit of rain. Myself, I would rather be stuck up some woman's pussy than standing in the cold watching a lot of stupid men chase after a ball. I loved it when the supporters went to the away games; there were that many frustrated wives left that I usually picked one up easily, and I scored in the way I loved best. Sarah was dressed in a see-through nightie, and it was obvious she had had a bath and doused herself in perfume, trying to make herself as sexy as possible. She needn't have bothered for me; the sight of a naked pussy was enough for me. Here she was with the lights low and all dressed up; she really looked a good-looking woman. Why the hell she chose George when she could have picked someone a lot better, I don't know. He was a typical drunken football supporter, all mouth and only one thing on their mind – football. I started undressing right away, for I was definitely going to get into Sarah, and I think she had been thinking about this all day. Now she was even helping me off with my things and just throwing them on the sofa. 'I hope I'm not wanting me to fuck you here. I want to go to bed,' I said as she took off her nightie and stood in front of me naked. 'Wherever you want, Jack, I don't care, just fuck me,' she said, using my language, for I'd never heard her swear before. I picked her small, light body up and carried her into the bedroom, laid her on the bed, swung her legs to the side, and she opened them, allowing me between her lovely, soft thighs. As I penetrated, she let out a long sigh as I opened her up and slid my cock into her. It was like she was a virgin, but this time, no blood, just a lovely feeling of her gripping the whole length of my cock. 'Jack, you are very big, so much bigger than George. I never thought it would feel so nice,' she said, thrusting her hips into me, trying to get even more of my cock into her. I started with her as I had done with my mother, long, slow strokes, which seemed to drive her crazy, for she was thrashing herself onto my phallus, as though this was to be the last thing in life for her. She was nothing like Mum; Mum fitted me like a glove, and she was more receptive than Sarah. Who would ever have thought I would get to fuck the arse off Sarah? George should keep her serviced more, for if Sarah thinks this is just going to be a one-off affair, she was wrong. Sarah was now in my clutches, and I will be making use of her whenever I felt like it. Oh, I'll let her have her baby, but after that, she'll be serviced by me. Mum said when I fucked her the first time that there would be no more, but the next night, she was in my bed, having my ten inches shoved up her hot and steamy cunt. Sarah will be the same, wait and see. I kept my mind clear as I kept up my pounding into her body; she had a few climaxes, one in particular was really severe, and I bet I will ring the bell tonight. The remainder of the weekend will be for pure pleasure. I'll make sure she will never be satisfied with George's little cock anymore. When I shot my bolt, I was as deep as I could go, and the only way my sperm could go was into her waiting cervix. Now she had me locked in with her lovely legs, which I was stroking and looking down at her. 'You like a big cock, don't you, Sarah?' 'Yes, it's a pity it is only for these few days.' 'Oh, it won't be. I'll be seeing you a lot more times,' I said as I withdrew from her moist heaven. I got into bed and pulled her towards me; she came like a lamb. 'No, it would be wrong for us to carry on like this. All I want is a baby, and I'm sure you can give me one, Jack,' she said, kissing me. Half an hour later, I was once again buried inside her body, but this time, she was riding the cock horse. Now she was pounding her hips, driving me deeper into her small frame than I had previously. I just let her work herself up, and I loved watching her breasts move like jellies as she ground her pelvis into mine, titillating her clitoris on my mound. I lost count of the number of times I flooded her body with my semen all the next day and night. On Sunday, I was actually sore from the number of times I had poked my cock into her body; I have never felt so drained before. The one great thing was that I was leaving a very contented lady. 'You're right, Jack, I do want to see you again, so anytime you want, just come round, after all, you are my brother-in-law,' she said, smiling. I went back home, filled a bath with warm water, and soaked myself, gently wrapping a warm face towel around my red cock. As I lay there, I realised this wasn't the way I wanted to die, not sore like this. Three months later, I was walking up the road towards home, just dying to sink my cock into my Mum's hot pussy. She was that a good fuck, I often daydreamed about her. Walking towards us was Sarah and her mother. If there was one person I didn't want to meet, it was Sarah's mother. Her name was Esther, and as you can tell by her and her daughter's names, she was one of those religious types, always quoting the Bible. I think she knew it word for word, the whole Old and New Testaments. 'Jack, I'm pregnant, isn't it wonderful? I'm three months pregnant, and the doctor thinks it's twins,' she said, getting on her tiptoes and kissing me. 'I'm really happy for you. I'll have to come round and visit you some day,' I said. 'I think you have done enough damage, Jack, but my daughter is over the moon. She has at long last got her wish, but I disagreed with the method,' she said, scowling at me. 'You told her?' I said to Sarah, but not loud enough for Esther to hear. 'She knew. She came to visit me half an hour after you left that weekend, but she says at least it's in the family. She's really happy with her going to be a grandmother,' Sarah said, smiling. 'Sarah, walk on a piece. I want to say something to Jack,' Esther said to her daughter. When Sarah was well out of earshot, Esther stood in front of me.'Sarah told me what you two had been up to. I didn't approve at the time, but I have changed my mind seeing how happy she is. I want you to come and see me, say Saturday afternoon. I don't want your affair with Sarah to continue,' she said. 'Ester, that is Sarah's choice, not yours, but I'll come and see you on Saturday,' I said, walking away and letting her catch up with Sarah. That night, my father was off with his supporters club, and my mum and I had a really good time. I fucked her three times that night in my father's own bed. 'You're taking me to see my mother in two weeks, Jack. I want her to see you now and again. George goes up and sees her, so it's about time you did also,' my mother told me, as I was sunk into her lovely cunt. How could I refuse at a time like this? I would rather have gone this weekend, and then I wouldn't have had to go and see Ester, but I will go with my mother to see Gran and maybe even my Great-grandmother. Saturday afternoon, there was a home game, so there weren't that many easy pickings, so calling on Ester wasn't all that bad. I was really glad Ester wasn't like some of the other religious freaks who dress all in black. Ester always wore bright, silky, floral dresses and always looked so neat and tidy, but her bible was never far away from her. After coffee, we were sitting in her kitchen at her kitchen table. 'Jack, I don't want you calling on Sarah. I know what you said the other day, but I ask you to let her be with George,' she said so sincerely. 'Ester, when you have a good sex partner, you don't want to give her up. Sarah loves sex, and we get on great together,' I said, but I remembered how sore I was that Sunday morning when too much sex was bloody painful. 'Surely there are other women who would be willing to share their bed with you, someone who isn't married or is alone?' she said. 'It may be weeks before I could find one I liked, so why go hunting when I had one already?' 'What can I do to change your mind?' she asked. 'Well, you could take her place. I'm sure you would like a man to share your bed,' I said jokingly as I watched her face. She went red and sat back in her chair and looked at me. 'I'm as old as your mother. Surely you wouldn't want to have sex with one my age?' she asked. 'Why not? Are you built differently from Sarah, and I'm sure you would love a bit of attention?' 'You're right about that, but you would leave Sarah alone if I took her place?' she asked. 'Didn't I say that? Well, what will it be? If you agree, let's see how you perform,' I teased her. 'Oh God, can I do this? I've never been in this situation before,' she pleaded. She was sitting on an American classical chaise longue with its scroll padded end. 'Ester, stand up and bend over the end of the longue, and then you won't see me, but drop your knickers first,' I said to her. Now I expected her to really object, but she slipped her hands up the side of her dress whilst turned away from me and drew down her large knickers, they must have been the passion killer type for they were huge. She leant over the end, and all I saw was her large rear end. I think the Americans designed these pieces of furniture for just this purpose. There were a few other designs of longues, but none so well designed for what I had in mind. I got behind her and lifted up her dress and threw it over her back. Ester had the most perfect arse I've ever seen, lovely and soft and round with her mount just proud at the bottom. I took my cock in my hand and, parting her not so puffy lips, slid my cock into her passage. At first, she was just slightly moist, but it was as if she had turned a tap on when my knob was in her vagina - her juices started flowing. I slowly penetrated her, but she was moaning and wriggling, saying it was sore as I spread her vagina to take my three-inch wide cock. She may have been moaning, but that didn't stop me sliding in as far as bumping my balls against her clitoris, right into the hilt. I had a hold of her hips and held her in tight and waited on her getting a good feel of my shaft buried into her pussy. 'Well, Ester, want to continue, for I think you fit me like a glove. You are some lady, I am going to enjoy this,' I said. 'Wow, Jack, you must be huge, for I feel pleasantly stretched. Yes, I will willingly take Sarah's place,' she said in gasps as I was now stroking in and out of this delectable cunt. God, my mother and her were two great fucks. I just loved the feel of their cunts, the way they completely held me into their bodies. Whoever said a young woman is the best fuck hadn't been sunk into these two ladies. Yes, this was going to be a lovely change every now and again, from sinking in my mum. The pace increased, and I shot my load into her as she tried to reach behind herself to hold me. Her own vagina went into a spasm, and it was as though she was trying to milk me dry. I withdrew, and she got up and turned, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me. 'Oh, Jack, that was lovely. Can you stay for a few hours longer? I would love to do that again, but I want to see you, not doing it like an animal,' she pleaded. 'Sure I can. See, you're becoming addicted already.' 'Anything to give Sarah a rest,' she said. If she thought I was going to stop sinking one in Sarah from time to time, she had another thought coming. I don't fancy fucking a pregnant woman, but once she's back to normal, she will be getting the full ten inches again. Twice more I shafted Ester before I left that evening. I could have stayed the night, but I had some mates to meet in our local at nine that evening. I left her well and truly fucked the last time I spent my load up her rectum. She screamed at first, but once I was in, she was more than happy to continue. The following Saturday, I drove my mother the twenty miles to see Gran and Great-grandmother. This was going to be a surprise visit to my Great-grandmother for her wedding anniversary. 'Jack, drop me off at my grandmother's, and you go round and bring my mother round. My grandmother will be thrilled to see us all together,' mum explained. Dropping mum off outside the front of Great Gran's house, I drove round to Gran's house, which was only about half a mile away. As I approached, I saw George's car parked in her driveway. What the hell was he doing here? He was meant to be at a soccer match that afternoon. Granted, it was just after twelve, and the football didn't start until three, plenty of time for him to get there. I pulled alongside and walked round to the back, for I knew the back door was usually open. I walked in and heard grunts and a squeaking. I've encountered that noise before, but surely it couldn't be, I thought. Anyway, I tread lightly and approached where the sound was coming from. Standing outside my Gran's door, I saw George's bare bottom humping Gran, who was lying face down across the bed, and her arse up in the air. I walked slowly in and tapped George lightly on the shoulder. I will say this for him, he was as cool as a cucumber and kept up the stroke. Seeing this, I was as hard as a rock. I stepped out of my trousers and indicated to him to get off. He pulled back and dropped out, and I drove my cock into the gaping cunt, which caused Gran to straighten her arms and look around, for the difference in our sizes was tremendous. I pushed her down and drove as deep as I could. 'So you like cock, do you, Gran? Well, how do you like this one?' I said, driving in to the limit. 'George, get round to her head and let her give you a blow job,' I said as I was pumping her. George did just that, and now she had a cock at either end, pumping into her. George came first, but I soon followed and fell across her back. 'How long has this been going on, George?' I asked. 'About seven years. Why do you think I liked coming up here? You wouldn't come when I asked you. If you had, you too could have fucked Gran and Great Gran too,' he replied. 'God, and I thought you were one of those football mad fans, and here you were fucking the arses of our Grans. Isn't Great Gran a bit old to be still fucking?' I replied. 'Hey, you two, don't I get to have a say in all of this?' Gran said, with me still sunk into the hilt in her lovely warm cunt. 'Of course you do. How do you like my cock inside of you?' I asked. 'If I'd known you were so big, I should have dragged you up here.' 'Seven years, you were only seventeen then. No wonder you weren't that much interested in girls, you were getting your end away all that time,' I said, still sunk in her pussy. I slowly pulled out, and it just plopped out. I replaced my trousers as George did the same, and Gran went to the bathroom. 'Oh, that was when I started fucking Gran. I had been fucking Aunt Wilma a few years before that. I was a fourteen-year-old virgin when she seduced me. Then Gran caught us together, and that was when I started fucking Gran, and Great Gran. It was meant to be a one-off, but she is a bit of a nympho, and she can't get enough,' he explained. 'Does mum know this?' I asked. 'Hell no, she would do her nut if she knew,' he replied. 'Aunt Wilma is older than mum. What is it with you? Do you like the older women?' I asked, for I was curious, for I too preferred the mature female. 'Yeah, they are far better than the young ones. I really have trouble getting hard with Sarah, but I'm hard all the time with Gran,' he admitted. 'Where does Aunt Wilma live?' I asked, for I'd only met her a few times in my life and I would pass her on the street without recognising her. 'Two doors down. Come on, I'll take you down and introduce you to her. She is a bit like Great Gran, fucks like a rabbit.' So we walked down to her house, and George just knocked and walked in. 'Wilma, it's me, George. I've brought someone to see you,' he shouted. 'I'm in the kitchen. Come right in,' she shouted back. She looked as we entered. 'It can only be Jack. There are very few as big as you are.'"How do you do, Jack?" she said, holding out her small hand. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "Remember what happened to us? Well, Jack's done the same with me and Gran," he said, smiling. "So George has told you about us, then. Well, join the family," she said. Just then, I heard the door open and close, and a man in his forties walked in. "Jack, Uncle Peter," George said, introducing us. "My, you are a big man. How do you manage getting in and out of these doors?" he said, looking me up and down. "I have learned to duck. It doesn't bother me now," I replied. So Wilma was having a bit on the side, and by the way George was speaking, quite a good bit as well. I wonder how often George comes up here; he seems to know all the family. "Look, I have to take Gran to Great Gran's mum's. It's Great Gran's wedding anniversary or something," I said, excusing myself. Wilma was a real good-looking woman, with a pair of knockers that would put Dolly Parton to shame, and I'm sure hers are real. The way she was eyeing me up and down, she would drop her panties if I asked. We returned to Gran's, and she was waiting for us. She just looked at me and smiled, then said, "I suppose I'll be seeing you up here more often." "Only if you want me to visit; do you?" "Don't ask such a stupid question; of course I do. You'll have to speak to George. There's more to this than you think," she said, getting in the car. Now, what did she mean by that, I thought. George got in his car and headed south. I will be speaking with him later, that's for sure. I drove Gran round to where Mum was, and when we arrived, Gran went in to see Great Gran, while I went to see Mum in the kitchen. "Gran alright? You took your time," she said. "George was there when I arrived, so I had to wait until he left for his football match," I replied. "George and both the Grans were always close," she said. God, if she only knew how close, not just close, but connected at their pussies. I can't speak, for I had just been with Gran myself. Mum was preparing something to eat, for Great Gran was in bed with a cold. A few minutes later, Gran came into the kitchen and said to me, "Gran wants to speak to you, Jack. Go and keep her company for half an hour while I help your Mum." "Well, go on then. You heard what Gran said," my Mum said. In the bedroom, the old lady was lying on her back with the clothes up to her chin. "Close the door, Jack. There's a draft coming in," she said, smiling at me. So I closed the door, little knowing that it couldn't be opened from the outside. "Well, how are you feeling?" I asked her. "Cut the crap. I know what you and Mavis were up to, and that George has told you about us, so you don't need to pretend. Mavis said you are a really big, built young man. I would like to feel just how big you are," she said in her soft voice. "Wow, you don't beat around the bush, do you? Straight to the point," I countered. "When you get to my age, you can't afford to beat about the bush. George was going to come and see me today, so you'll have to fill in for him. That mother of yours should have warned me she was coming," she raved on. "How do you mean, 'fill in for him'?" I asked, knowing quite well just how, but wanting her to tell me. "It's the one thing I look forward to - a good, stiff cock. That's what I want, Jack," she said, throwing back the covers and revealing her naked body with the drooping breasts and the sparse pubic hairs. She opened her knees up after sliding her feet flat on the bed, and there in front of me was her wrinkled pussy with no outer lips. She was as flat as one can get, but her pink inner flesh was just showing and glistening with moisture. I had never seen a cunt on a woman as old as she was before, but what the hell, if George was screwing this, then I could see no reason why I couldn't also. I dropped my trousers and stepped out of them, folding them onto a chair. "Oh my, oh my! Mavis wasn't kidding, was she? How in hell did you get so big a cock, Jack? Mavis took that and thought she was in heaven. Come on, get it into me too," she said as I knelt between her legs on the bed. She used two hands and guided me to her pussy, and I slid in as though we had been fucking for years. I was really surprised how warm and soft she felt as I thumped my pubis against hers, fully sunk in. "Oh yes, Jack, you are a gift from heaven. Don't worry, slam it into me. I like to feel it really pumping into me," she said as I started moving in and out. She wanted it rough, so I gave it to her, really slapping my shaft into this delectable, warm pussy. George was right; she was bumping her body hard into mine as I penetrated her, and when at last I unleashed my sperm into her, she gave a great sigh. I didn't want to hang about; I withdrew, and out poured a mixture of our combined juices, soaking the sheet. "Look, Gran, while Mum is here, I don't want to be caught," I said. "You did well, Jack. I'm satisfied for a while now," she said, smiling. I left the room and returned to the kitchen. Gran had a smile on her face as she looked at me. The crafty bitch knew what was going on. After we got back home, my mother wanted to know what Great Gran wanted to speak to me about. I just said that she asked where George was, for he was going to do something for her. I left it at that, so she was none the wiser. "I saw your Aunt Wilma and Uncle Peter today. She is really stacked, isn't she?" I remarked. "She really lets the men know what assets she has. Are you fancying her now?" Mum said. "Why should I, when I have my own sex kitten right here?" I lied to her. I was dying to talk to George, for the words Grandma said were going round and round in my head. "There is more to this than you think." What the hell does she mean by that? Sunday morning, I was knocking on George's door before noon. When he saw me, he put his finger across his lips to indicate to say nothing as he let me in. "I was just passing, George, and thought I'd call in," I said in a loud enough voice so that Sarah could hear, for I was sure that was who he was referring to. But when I entered, Esther was sitting on the edge of the sofa, and she looked up at me with her doe eyes. Christ, she was making it so obvious, I thought. "Hello, Jack. Will you walk me home?" she asked. "Yeah, sure. George and I are walking that way to the pub," I said. I could see that this wasn't the answer she wanted, but she accepted it. When we got to her house, I waved her goodbye, and off we went. "Now, George, I want to find out what the hell is going on at Gran's. She tells me there is more than meets the eye, so tell me," I asked. "Well, it's not just Gran and Aunt Wilma. Some of their friends also call round and are willing to drop their knickers," he said. "When do you have time to fuck all these women?" I asked. "I very seldom go to the football. That's only an excuse; I go up there, sometimes for the whole weekend. I was nearly caught the other week when Mum decided to come up for a few days. That weekend, I had to stay with a friend of Gran's, and she is a real ugly cow, but her disabled daughter sure loves being fucked," he said, smiling. "And here was me thinking you were one of those bloody football idiots," I said. "Coming to join me? We really could have a ball. There is more loose cunt around than you could ever handle, but two of us could really make a little dent." Now, what happened after that is another story, which I may tell later.

Authors/Rellik/The football supporter.txt

Anime Lover

My Unusual Girlfriend

'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' I couldn't say the word enough times in my head! Each surge of cum from my dick into her mouth made me feel more horrible than the last. And her eyes looking up at me, despite feeling her hand on my butt stopping me from pulling back, I couldn't read her eyes, I couldn't tell whether she was happy, angry, disgusted, whatever. I was frozen, emptying myself into this strange girl's mouth, looking into her expressionless eyes. I shudder with the last of my cum spurting into her mouth. Despite my orgasm ending though, and the fear of being caught by this girl raping her mouth, my dick remained as hard as a rock looking into her eyes, so I close my eyes. My left hand that rests on the back of her neck lifts to the back of her head. I feel her hands release me though and I hesitate to pull myself from her mouth, I felt horrible but it still felt so good with my dick in her mouth. Although, when I feel the touch of her teeth closing around me, I quickly pull out of her with a gasp and so quickly my left foot slips on the bottom of the tub, sending me crashing back into the water, knocking the back of my head against the faucet. "Fuck!" I quickly respond, lifting my hands to the back of my head. I keep my eyes closed though as the pain started to dull, for fear of the anger that I assumed would greet me... I'd deserve it though. But a few long moments pass and I hear nothing from her, I'm sure she's still there, I can feel some of her tentacles against my left leg. I swallow once and open my eyes, and find the girl simply looking at me... Is she smiling at me? From the movement of her lower jaw, I assume she's swishing around my cum in her mouth, then she clearly swallows. "I'm sorry!" I immediately say. "I'm so, so, sorry! I didn't mean to - Well, I did, b-but..." The girl had said nothing, even smiled at me and I was begging for forgiveness. Surely she couldn't be THAT angry with me, she didn't HAVE to swallow my cum, she could have spit it out. But wait, the more I say I'm sorry, the more she seems to be smiling. I notice this and simply shut up and lower my head to my still erect dick. "hehe-hehehehe..." Is she giggling? I lift my head to see her looking clearly amused and quickly lifting her left, uninjured hand to cover her mouth as she closes her eyes and begins to giggle harder. I am now very confused, I know I'm a virgin but I know girls don't usually laugh when they wake up with a stranger's dick and cum in their mouth. I decide to keep my mouth shut as she giggles, though, I do notice that she has a cute giggle. After about fifteen seconds I guess, her giggling stops with a sigh, wiping a tear from her left eye before looking at me again. "Sorry about that," she says. So, she can speak English. "You're not mad?" I ask. She shrugs her shoulders, "It's not every day I wake up with a dick in my mouth... After all..." she looks to her right, bandaged arm and the bandage on her chest. "You're the one that saved my life, aren't you?" "Well, yeah," I reply. "So, it's the least I could do, I owe my life to you. Thank you." After she says this though, she looks saddened and one of her tentacles lifts from the water, one that looked to be cut short, she lifts it near her face and grasps it in her hands. "What happened to you?" I ask, I was very puzzled as to why this aquatic girl looked to be on the losing end of a fight. She looks at me and quickly lowers her tentacle into the water, blushing and smiling at me, she looks embarrassed. "It's nothing to worry about," she says, with a nervous chuckle. "Hehe, ya win some, ya lose some." "So, you lost a fight?" I ask. "Uhh, you could say that..." she answers, twiddling with her fingers in her lap and looking away from me. She's definitely embarrassed about the outcome. "Was it another of your kind?" I continue. "No..." she answers. "Then what happened?" I press on. She gives a deep sigh and her face reddens, as the same injured tentacle lifts from the water and she holds it in her hands, in front of her face looking at me. "I underestimate the crew of a small ship..." she reveals. "Huh?" "I snuck aboard a harmless-looking ship looking for anything interesting I could take... I didn't expect the crew to have weapons. I barely got off the ship..." "So, you're a thief," I comment dryly. "Hehe, I prefer the term, 'Pirate'," she replies, with a smile. "You're still a thief." "Well excuse me then, it's not like I can go up to a ship and ask for food." I'm both amazed and annoyed that even an aquatic girl does the same hands on hips and head roll thing. "Don't you eat fish?" I ask. "Fish isn't the ONLY thing I like to eat. You humans have some pretty good food." I have nothing to say to that. "What's your name?" I ask. "What's yours?" "I asked first." "It's Terra." A certain cartoon character pops into my head and I quickly fight back giggling, though the girl notices my grin. "What?" "It's nothing, my name is David." "Well, David... You're a virgin, aren't ya?" I feel my face quickly heat up. "W-What does it matter to you if I'm a virgin or not?" "Aren't you a little old to still be a virgin?" she asks, grinning. Oh great, human girls are bad enough, I don't need a half girl, half octopus teasing me about my virginity. "Whatever, I don't need a half human girl who doesn't even have a pussy teasing me," I state, getting back to my feet and leaving the tub. I take a bath towel from the bathroom closet and begin wiping the water from my body, glad that my erection had finally faded away. I heard a splashing in the tub behind me and curious as to what Terra was doing, I turn around to see her standing up on her tentacles looking at me, she was nearly as tall as I was. "Aww, you're not satisfied with my mouth?" she asks, removing herself from the tub to stand in front of me, placing her hands on my shoulders. "I didn't say that," I reply. "But it's a pussy I want to fuck the most. And don't you have to stay in the water?" "I don't have to always be in the water, I just have to limit how much sun I get out of the water, but I'm inside a human's home, the sun can't reach me." "Well, good for you," I comment, wrapping the towel around my waist and lifting my hands to hers and removing them from my shoulders. "I'll go get you something to eat." I turn and take a few steps but quickly feel the towel pulled from my waist and the girl's hands return to my shoulders and feel her press herself against my back and gasp as I feel her tentacles tease my limp dick. I could feel the suckers on the underside of her tentacles clinging to my hips. "I may not have a human pussy, but I can still take your virginity..." She says. "If you want..." "So you DO have a pussy?" I ask, intrigued, as my dick starts to stiffen again. "I've seen a human pussy, it's just a tight, muscular hole..." I then feel her breath on the back of my left ear and my dick immediately stiffens at her next comment... "I have a hole like that..."

Chapter 2

Authors/Anime_Lover/My Unusual Girlfriend/My Unusual Girlfriend 2.txt

Anime Lover

A Wetting Fantasy

'Today's the day! For sure this time! No backing out!' That was Mindy's thought as she sat in class, near the window. Mindy was an average girl of thirteen, her brunette hair naturally curly. She had no distinguishable features that made her stand out from the crowd. Being on the very cusp of puberty, her body hadn't had the time yet to change much physically, very much that of a little girl, flat-chested and narrow-hipped... plainly average. Only partly paying attention to the teacher, Mindy's mind swirled with her soon-to-be-reality fantasy, completely drenching her panties in her pee out in public, though without anyone seeing. While most girls her age may have been developing feelings for other boys thanks to the flood of hormones, those same hormones had led Mindy down a very different path. Mindy was a girl who had yet to discover the joys of masturbation... or rather, discovered an alternate path to giving herself pleasure. Urination. Such a simple, mundane daily act, but for Mindy, even before entering puberty, found much delight in the pleasure of emptying her bladder, be it sitting on the toilet, taking a bath, or even, naughtily peeing in public swimming pools. What was boring to some and even an annoyance, Mindy took great delight in, often drinking plenty of water and pop, solely so she could release it as urine. Once puberty hit, Mindy's delight in urination had turned into a near obsession. Suddenly, the delight she felt in peeing, particularly in public places, such as public pools, had grown much, much stronger. Mindy felt sensations she had never felt before - she'd get hot, her chest would get tighter, and a pleasant sensation would wash over her, different from the usual shudder of a good pee. If Mindy were more knowledgeable, she'd understand these new sensations were that of arousal - the heat she felt; the heat of arousal, the tightness in her chest; the stiffening of her nipples, the pleasant sensation that would wash over her; the rush of sexual pleasure as her young flower moistened in preparation for an insertion that never came. Occasionally, after a particularly satisfying urination, Mindy would be overcome with a pleasurable sensation that would temporarily rob her of her strength; an orgasm. Feeling these new sensations, it was no surprise that her delight of peeing had turned into a love. And so, with hormones coursing through her thirteen-year-old body, Mindy began to develop a strong desire, or unknown to her, fetish, for peeing in public, but without anyone knowing or seeing. All of those moments occurred at public pools and it was often these times, that her sensations grew to a point that she experienced that overwhelming sensation. Now though, Mindy began to tire of the restriction of peeing in public pools. She wanted to publicly pee in a different location, perhaps that overwhelming sensation would be even stronger, she often thought. Recently, Mindy thought of a perfect new location; There was a small wooded area quite close behind the school, just a few seconds' walk from the door that she visited occasionally in her science class. It was a perfect location, close by, relatively thick; she'd just need to be about a yard or two in to be hidden and best of all, it was rarely ever visited. Despite her growing love, Mindy had attempted going out to the woods after school before, but chickened out each time, though did get a little further each time, but never actually squatting down and releasing. Today though, was different, she was GOING to go through with it, there was no way she was going to chicken out again, she had psyched herself up throughout the day, reminding herself of the secret activity she was going to do. Through her failed attempts though, it allowed Mindy to further think about what she wanted to do. What started as simply removing her panties and letting go, had turned into the naughty idea of leaving her panties on! The idea itself brought a pleasant sensation through her young body. Settling on her new idea, Mindy prepared for it; In her backpack, she brought with her, an extra pair of panties, a pack of towelettes and just in case, a matching skirt, in the event that she mistakenly wet her skirt. Mindy would be able to clean up with no one having a clue and she could meet her mom like always. Mindy suddenly felt a poke to her right shoulder and gasped as her attention turned to the teacher at her side, with a pointing stick in her hand. "Are you back with us, Mindy?" asks the teacher, with a smirk, before the giggles of the other students follow, bringing a blush to Mindy's cheeks. "U-Uh... yeah, sorry about that, hehe..." answers Mindy, giggling in embarrassment. "Good, you can daydream when the bell rings..." states the teacher, heading towards the head of the classroom. "Until then though, I expect you to pay attention." "Ok..." sighs Mindy. "So what's the answer to this problem?" asks the teacher. "H-Huh!?" gasps Mindy. "Me!?" * Bell Ringing * "Mmmm..." mumbles Mindy in frustration as she stood up from her desk, placing her textbook in her backpack. "Why does Mrs. Popper have to pick on me like that?" she complains. Mindy though sees the extra skirt she had packed in her backpack and a smile quickly comes to her face, reminded of what she intended to do, before zipping closed her backpack. "Well I can't let it get me down, I got something exciting to do!" she declares to herself in a gleeful giggle. "What are you doing?" "Yeah, what's got you so happy?" Mindy immediately gasps in shock, so surprised that she fell back in exaggerated display, landing on her butt, with her skirt flipping up and exposing her white panties. "Owww..." groans Mindy, rubbing her butt, before looking up, seeing the two who surprised her, her two friends, Helen and Amanda. Helen was a twelve-year-old blonde with long hair styled in two ponytails, who wore glasses and dressed in a T-shirt and skirt. Amanda, thirteen as well, had boyishly short black hair, but unlike Mindy, puberty had begun to noticeably affect her, having budding, growing breasts allowing the wearing of a training bra, she was dressed in a blouse and jeans. "Hehe, oops," giggles Helen. "We didn't mean to scare you." "Yeah, sorry about that," adds Amanda, reaching a hand out to Mindy, who takes the offered hand and pulls herself up, brushing off the back of her skirt. "That's ok," answers Mindy. "So what are you so happy about?" asks Helen. "U-Uh, nothing," nervously answers Mindy, picking up her backpack and slinging it around her shoulders to her back. "It certainly didn't look like nothing," urges Amanda, with a grin. "Come on, you're hiding something, I can tell." "No I'm not," answers Mindy, her face growing increasingly red, before heading towards the door, adding, "I have to get going." The two girls watch as Mindy nears the door, seeing as their friend gave a nervous look back to them, before quickly looking away with their eyes meeting and heading out of the room. Helen and Amanda look to each other with a knowing grin. "Thinking what I'm thinking?" asks Helen. "Oh yeah, we gotta find out what's up!" answers Amanda. Moments after stepping out of the classroom and walking down the hall, away from where the front of the school was, Mindy gave a disappointed sigh. "I was nearly caught... I can't let myself get so excited with other people around... mmm, maybe I shouldn't do it today..." thinks aloud Mindy, though to herself, she barely considered canceling the secret event, before shaking her head. "No! I can't! I said I was going to do it today and that's what I'm going to do! After all, I even brought a spare set of panties and skirt, I HAVE to do it today!" With her goal re-affirmed and an excited smile on her face, Mindy hurried through the crowd of students to the back of the school, she couldn't get there quick enough! However, nearing the hall with the door leading out to the woods, Mindy suddenly felt as if she were being watched and quickly stopped and looked back. With the dwindling number of students, she couldn't spot anything out of the ordinary. Seeing no one, Mindy slowly resumed walking, her first thought being her two friends following her... "Helen and Amanda are really nosy... maybe I shouldn't... NO! I can't chicken out again! It's just my nerves getting to me again, yeah, that's it. I'm not acting weird or anything after all, there's no reason for anyone to be following me." "Phew, that was close," comments Helen, as she and Amanda quickly dart behind an open door as they see Mindy look back."You can say that again," adds Amanda. "It's a good thing there are still a lot of people walking around; I think she would've seen us for sure." After a moment, Helen pokes her head from the door. "Hey, she's gone, come on!" The two quickly leave the door and walk to the end of the hallway, looking left and right, before Amanda, who was looking right, spots Mindy quickly heading to the door at the end. "There! She's going out that door." "The mystery deepens..." comments Helen, grinning as she adjusts her glasses, before the two quickly follow. Finally leaving the building, Mindy let the excitement fill her as she giddily marched rapidly in place at her fantasy about to become a reality and wasted no time, quickly running across the pavement separating the school grounds from the large wooden area before her as she entered the forest. Opening the door, Helen caught a glimpse of Mindy's backpack before she disappeared into the woods. "I think she just went into the woods," comments Helen. "Why would she go in there?" questions Amanda. "I don't know," answers Helen, shrugging her shoulders. "But there's only one way to find out! Shall we?" she adds, grinning. "We shall," replies Amanda, before the two girls quickly followed Mindy, quite curious as to their friend's odd behavior. "Finally! Finally, finally! I can't believe I'm about to do this!" excitedly declares Mindy, skipping through the trees, before coming to a stop and looking around. "Okay, where looks good..." she comments, before quickly adding, "What the heck, any spot is as good as any..." With that, Mindy pulls her backpack from her back and holds it in her right hand as she walks to the closest tree, placing her backpack off to the side and turning her back to the tree and squatting down. "Hehehehehe!" Mindy giggled uncontrollably at what she was about to do, the familiar sensations began to come to her, suddenly getting hot; arousal, the tightness in her chest; the stiffening of her nipples. "Hey, there she is!" gasps Amanda, before the two girls duck behind a tree. "Where?" asks Helen. "Right there," replies Amanda, pointing a finger a few yards in front of them. With all the leafy trees and greenery, it was a little difficult for Helen to locate their friend, but soon did. "Oh, yeah, I see her!" states Helen. "But what's she doing?" "I don't know, she's just squatting down against that tree," comments Amanda. "I'm not gonna chicken out, I'm not gonna chicken out..." repeats Mindy. So close to fulfilling her fantasy, Mindy began to feel very nervous, but quickly tried calming herself. "There's no reason to chicken out now, I got spare underwear, come on, just do it! Do it! Do it!" she adds, pushing herself to go through with it. She knew she couldn't delay for long though, she would need to be heading back to meet her mom picking her up. Determined to proceed and encouraged by the growing sensations running through her young body, Mindy took a few quick breaths, before giving a quick scan of the area, checking to make sure she was alone. After deeming she was in the clear, Mindy hiked up her skirt... "Hey, she's lifting her skirt," whispers Helen. "I know, but why?" adds Amanda. "She's spreading her legs too..." Seeing their friend spread her legs, clearly revealing her panties, both gave a low gasp, before Amanda comments... "She couldn't be!" Following the spread of her legs, Mindy felt her heart racing, beating faster than she ever remembered, as she relished the tingling sensation of relaxing and feeling her pee flow from her bladder and through her urethra, before a moan of delight leaves her lips as she felt her pee burst free and immediately felt her panties dampen. The fabric gaining a wet spot that quickly elongated and spread rapidly over her covered, innocent lower lips, before the rapid 'pat, pat, pat' sound began as her urine fell to the ground. "Ohhhhh~ It feels so good!" declares Mindy, feeling a familiar tingling around her center, the presence of her panties getting wet and clinging to her added new sensations she wasn't expecting. She took a moment to open her eyes and look down at herself and moaned in further delight as she saw the crotch of her panties saturated and a trail of her pee traveling from her on the ground. Soon, yet another moan leaves her as she felt a stronger, pleasant, though familiar sensation began to come over her, emanating from her center. Reflexively, Mindy began to thrust her hips slightly, placing her head back against the tree as she eagerly continued to pee. "Ohhhh~ Yes... so good! Mmm... that wonderful feeling is coming again!" A few delightful, pleasurable moments more pass as Mindy emptied her bladder, before Mindy quickly bites her lower lip as she felt her urination coming to an end. Giving a few pushes to liberate the lingering amount of pee, that familiar sensation became much stronger, as with the last amount of pee finding the exit, Mindy gave a shudder and a sudden groan as that wonderful feeling overtook her body, forcing a loud moan from her as she felt her center throb with sensation and echo throughout her young body. Rather quickly, Mindy felt the sensations suddenly intensify, forcing her to close her legs and cover her mouth as it overwhelmed her. She knew she was alone, but Mindy thought she was being too loud, she didn't want to alert anyone to check to see what was going on. Although, attempting to hold back, even just a moan, seemed to make the sensations even more intense, it was beginning to become more than she could handle as she quickly leans forward, away from the tree, placing her other hand to the ground and resting her forehead on her arm as she moans loudly against her hand as her center seemed to explode with fresh, new sensations. After what seemed like forever, Mindy felt the sensations fade, slumping over to her right side, Mindy felt completely drained, breathing rapidly, the spot between her legs still throbbing pleasantly. Helen and Amanda, stood speechless at what they had witnessed, mouths agape and their faces tomato red. "Wow..." sighs Mindy. "That felt amazing!" she adds, before tiredly forcing herself up on her legs. "But I can't waste any more time, mom is going to start wondering what's taking me so long." Slowly getting to her feet on shaky legs, Mindy first looks over her skirt, after brushing off a few dead leaves, found that it was dry and didn't need replacing, but her panties' fate was sealed. Reaching under her skirt, Mindy pulls her saturated panties down, giggling with the cool breeze tickling her flower. Although, Mindy was a little puzzled when she felt the crotch of her panties sticking to her briefly and feeling a slimy sensation. "Huh?" Freeing her underwear from her legs, Mindy looked in the crotch of her panties and while she expected to see just the dark saturation of her pee, what she didn't expect to see was a whitish, clear, thicker fluid. "What the heck is that?" Dipping a finger into the unfamiliar fluid, Mindy found that it was stringy when she pulled her finger away. Quickly lifting her skirt, exposing her wet flower, Mindy placed a finger to her lips, pulling away, she sees a long string form and thin out. "What the heck is this stuff!?

(ANIME) LOLI (CLASSIC), WETTING, SLIGHT EXHIBITIONISM

Chapter 1

Authors/Anime_Lover/Misc. stories/A Wetting Fantasy.txt

Sandy

The Seduction of the Teacher

'Damn the train!' Sandy thought to herself as she hurried along the narrow street that led from the station to the school where she worked. The train had arrived 20 minutes late, and now she was barely going to make it in time for her first class of the day. It was mid-April, but the temperature was already pleasant, lingering just below 20 degrees Celsius. She unbuttoned her jacket, partly revealing her nice figure. Her stomach was flat, and the medium-sized breasts firm due to many hours of gym classes. Under her jacket, she was wearing a tight, red jumper tucked into a pair of low-cut jeans. Her dark-colored, medium-length hair, perfectly matching her emerald green eyes, was arranged in a ponytail. The 28-year-old French teacher couldn't believe her luck when she got her first job application accepted after graduating from the university three years ago. The small private school, situated in the large East-coast city, was sponsored by the fashion industry. This meant that the students, apart from regular courses like math, social science, and English, also had courses in subjects like makeup artist or fashion designer. They even got to do a few weeks of internship at various companies in the business. Sandy herself lived in a smaller town north of the city, but she could easily commute by train. Due to the school's special curriculum, nearly 90% of the students were girls, and this was heaven to Sandy. She had come to terms with her bisexuality a long time ago and now she could spend all day secretly drooling over teenage girls with tight bodies and getting paid for it! She had never acted on her urges until now, but didn't know how much longer she could manage. She continued up to the school, thinking about the ongoing project she had in the freshmen class she was going to teach this morning. The students had each chosen one French author to write about, and in the end, they would do a PowerPoint presentation of their work in front of the class. Sandy just had time to leave her jacket in her workroom before rushing to the computer room. She was going to spend the first hour there, together with half of the class involved in the project, searching for author information on the Internet. When she closed the door behind her, she was surprised to see only seven of the fifteen students of the group sitting in front of the computer screens. "Sorry I'm late." "Better late than never," a perky little blonde said with a radiant smile. Her name was Jo, she was 16, and Sandy thought she had the most adorable dimples. Jo was wearing a white knitted sweater and jeans. Her hair was drawn back in a ponytail, similar to Sandy's. "Where is the rest of the class?" "Don't you remember? They're practicing for the big basketball game." It was Heather, a long-legged, 16-year-old with long, blonde hair falling over her shoulders. She had the horniest blue eyes and an awesome figure tightly tucked into a black top and low-cut jeans, showing off her firm stomach. The eyes just couldn't be described any other way, and Sandy got weak in her knees every time Heather looked at her. "Oh, that's right, I forgot about that." Sandy briefly thought about the abysmal basketball team the school had. The few boys attending the school were, needless to say, very feminine and were always beaten badly when they played. She couldn't understand why they kept on doing it. On the other hand, the Cheerleading squad was awesome, and Sandy always enjoyed watching them immensely. The girl sitting next to Heather was Paige, a most adorable shy little blonde girl with velvet blue eyes. She was wearing a black, low-necked top and jeans. Sandy had often wondered about Heather and Paige, always holding hands and hugging. Three of the other four girls in the room were also 16. Nicky, dark-haired with blonde locks, was wearing a dark blue cardigan with a zipper at the front and jeans. She was a tiny girl with a nice, but not yet fully developed, body. Brooke was a pretty girl with long, straight, blonde hair tucked in under a cap. She had on a training jacket and baggy, low-cut pants. Robin had short dark hair, was a bit chubby with a nice smile. She was wearing a college sweater and jeans and was the smartest girl in class. The last girl's name was Julie. She had quit another education when she inherited from her grandmother and got enough money to pay for the tuition. She was 19 years old, and the other girls in class thought she had the most beautiful pair of large breasts. The round globes were pressing through a tight red top, and she had on a pair of low-cut jeans. The 19-year-old had mysterious dark eyes and medium-length brown hair pulled back by a headband. Soon the girls were focused on their screens, and Sandy sat down at the teacher's desk in front and began to correct some papers. A few minutes later, Paige called her over. She wasn't sure what to write in the search frame to find the author of her choice. While helping Paige, Sandy couldn't avoid noticing Heather stretching backwards with her arms and pushing her chest forward. The young girl's top rose even more, giving the teacher a clear view of her flat stomach. The outline of her perfectly rounded, braless breasts was clearly visible through the fabric. She fixed her "fuck-me" eyes on Sandy with a mischievous look on her face. "My shoulders hurt from all the computer using in your class lately. Can't you rub them for me, please?" The other girls seemed to be hard at work, but they were all secretly watching Sandy, waiting for her response. Ever since they started in August, they've heard rumors about the 28-year-old teacher being into girls. They've seen the way she looked at them and had often talked about it. They were all, like most teenage girls, more or less fantasizing about lesbian sex, and Heather had bragged about how she was going to seduce the sexy French teacher. Sandy, suddenly struck by the erotic image of herself massaging Heather's naked shoulders, didn't know what to say. Her nipples started to harden, and she struggled to keep her composure. "That wouldn't be appropriate for me to do as I'm your teacher, Heather," she said, as calmly as she could. "Why don't you ask Paige if it bothers you that much?" Heather turned to Paige with a smile. "Would you, honey?" Cute little Paige was only too eager to comply and immediately moved her stool to position herself behind Heather. Sandy returned to her desk and sat down. The prospect of watching Paige giving Heather a rubdown was affecting her, and she felt her pussy getting moist. Paige's fingers were already eagerly working on Heather's back. The blonde girl closed her eyes and moaned softly. The teacher, at the same time trying to be discreet, couldn't help staring in fascination at what was happening in front of her. Paige's left hand slowly raised Heather's top inch by inch while her right hand moved around her friend's narrow waist and began massaging the firm stomach. Sandy felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter. 'I'm going to go crazy if I don't get a release real soon,' she thought to herself. She briefly considered excusing herself to go to the ladies' room to masturbate but decided against it. She wouldn't miss this show for anything in the world. Instead, she slowly lowered her right hand into her lap and softly squeezed her pussy right through her jeans. The sensation was incredible, and a little moan escaped her lips. Heather's top was now bunched up right below her shoulder blades, and Paige had both her arms around the slender body. Paige's hands were lingering just below the blonde girl's breasts, and Heather's breathing was becoming more rapid. Sandy started to rub her pussy in slow rhythmic motions and took a quick glance at the other girls. They all seemed to be deeply concentrated on their work. In reality, they were all concentrating on the teacher's hand. They were mesmerized by Paige's and Heather's boldness and couldn't wait to see what would happen next. Paige's nimble hands quickly slipped under the top and landed directly on Heather's braless globes. Heather jerked at the sensation and leaned back into Paige as the smaller girl eagerly began to knead the firm flesh. "That feels so good," Heather whispered as Paige started to lick her earlobe. Sandy was now getting really worked up. 'How do I stop this?' she thought. In reality, she didn't want to stop anything, and she had become far too aroused to think about the consequences. "I need some help, please." Sandy looked up in surprise; she had forgotten all about the other girls. It was Jo who had called. The pretty little blonde, sitting next to Paige and Heather, looked at her with an innocent smile on her lips.The teacher rose to her feet and unsteadily walked over to her student. When she leaned forward to look at Jo's screen, she suddenly felt a hand on her right buttock. "I really should stop this now," she thought desperately, but instead, she pretended not to notice the touch and continued to help Jo. The hand quickly slid between her buttocks and started to rub directly at her pussy. "Is this something like what you were doing at the desk, miss?" a cheerful, excited voice said. She glanced over her shoulder and found herself looking straight into the horny eyes of Heather. Her top was now bunched up under her chin, giving Sandy a clear view of the most beautiful breasts she'd ever seen. The girl's left hand was busy between the teacher's legs, and her jeans were unbuttoned with Paige's right hand inside. Paige's left hand continuously stimulated Heather's left breast with rapid, circular motions. "Oh my good..." was all the stunned teacher had time to say. She felt firm hands press against the small of her back, and soon she found herself face-down beside Jo's computer screen. Teenage hands quickly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down to her ankles, exposing her white cotton panties. A dark, wet spot had already formed at the front. 'Beautiful,' Heather thought, slowly pulling the white panties over the teacher's firm buttocks, and then gasped as she felt Paige's fingers penetrate her own pussy lips. She pulled her own top all the way off her upper body, took a firm hold on the nicely rounded globes in front of her, and spread them as wide as she could, making the teacher whimper. Sandy's jeans and panties had suddenly disappeared, but she was now too excited to care what the teenagers did to her. She just wanted to come. The teacher soon had Heather's hand on her bare pussy, massaging it with rapid motions. "Please..." she murmured. "Please what, miss?" Heather asked innocently. She pressed her thumb at her teacher's pussy opening. Her forefinger found Sandy's clit and started to stimulate it. "Please fuck me..." "Ok." Heather's thumb pressed through Sandy's pussy lips and went inside, all the way up to the hilt. "Uuugh..." was all the teacher could say. Paige, still behind Heather, swiftly removed her friend's jeans from her long legs. She pulled Heather's g-string aside, spread the firm ass cheeks apart, and jammed her face between them. Heather moaned, leaned forward, and did the same to her French-teacher. Sandy's mind was racing. Thirty minutes ago, her only concern was getting to the class on time, and now she was bent over a table with one of her student's tongue between her ass cheeks. And she loved it! She decided to continue and face the consequences later on. She looked up just to see two bare breasts with erect nipples blocking her view. "Please, suck them, miss," Jo said shyly. The 28-year-old teacher raised herself on her forearms and eagerly clamped her mouth around one of her 12-years-younger student's nipples. Jo reached out over Sandy's head, took a hold of her jumper, and pulled it up to under her armpits. She removed the teacher's bra and started to work on the freed breasts with rapid motions. Sandy's breath became more and more ragged. Her ass started to rotate, and the girls realized that she was on the verge of coming. "Don't make her come, yet," Paige said, raising herself up from behind Heather. Jo released her grips on the teacher's erect nipples and drew the bunched-up jumper all the way over Sandy's head. Heather, completely naked except for her g-string, reluctantly withdrew her tongue and rose. "Oh no, I'm so close..." the teacher moaned. "Turn around, miss," Paige said in a husky voice. Sandy rolled over on her back and watched Heather pull off her g-string and climb on top of her. The naked girl and woman glued their lips together and started French-kissing vigorously. Sandy was in heaven. She had never felt such passion before. The sexy 16-year-old, sprawled naked on top of her, did wonders with her tongue. It felt like she had shoved it all the way down her throat. She reached out and took a firm grip on Heather's buttocks and pressed the girl's wet, swollen pussy against her thigh. The blonde gasped with pleasure and immediately started to grind her pelvis up and down.Paige looked over the teacher's shoulder and saw her best friend Heather, with her sexy eyes closed, leaning back into the half-naked Jo. "Best French-class ever, right?" She said happily. "But you haven't gotten your clothes off yet, honey," Heather replied, focusing her eyes, hornier than ever, on Paige. "I'll be happy to take care of that," Julie said with a smile. She stood up, leaving a half-unconscious Nicky behind, and quickly moved over to Paige. She took the younger girl by her hands and raised her to her feet. Paige's jeans were unbuttoned and lowered to her ankles, and then her top was pushed over her breasts. Julie removed the pretty, white bra and then took a firm grip on the blonde's hips, lifting her up onto a table. Resting on her elbows, a surprised Paige saw her jeans being pulled off her feet and her panties going the same way. Julie then raised the girl's slender legs up in the air, giving herself full access to the beautiful teenage cunt. She spread the pussy lips with her hands and drove her extended tongue deep into Paige's opening. Paige groaned, and her legs came down to rest on Julie's shoulders. The 19-year-old eagerly moved her tongue all over the wet folds, while her hands moved from the girl's hips, briefly caressing the flat stomach before reaching Paige's firm breasts. Paige's mind was racing. Ever since last autumn, she had secretly been fantasizing about the more mature dark-haired beauty, and now she had Julie's mouth between her legs and Julie's hands on her breasts. The teacher had forgotten all about getting her students not to talk about what had happened. Her green eyes were focused on Paige's naked teenage body in front of her. Julie's face was buried deep between Paige's legs, while her hands were busy stimulating the cute blonde's nipples. Suddenly Sandy felt a hand on her stomach. "Could you make me come, miss?" Jo, naked from the waist up, was standing beside her, looking at the French-teacher in anticipation. Jo had her jeans pushed down over her hips, which gave Sandy open access to her pussy. She grabbed one of the perky little blonde's ass cheeks with one hand and drew the girl close to her. Gently, she started to probe the wet pussy with two of her fingers and eagerly sucked one of Jo's nipples into her mouth. "I want to come again," Heather said. The naked, long-legged blonde quickly climbed the table that Paige was lying on and straddled her friend's stomach. She lowered herself down, and her mouth quickly found Paige's. With their stomachs and breasts tightly pressed together, the two friends shoved their tongues deeply into each other's mouths. Two of Julie's fingers immediately found their way into Heather's love-tunnel, and she started to pump the pussy with long, rhythmic strokes, with her face still glued between Paige's legs. Jo was close to coming. Her teacher had three fingers shoved deep inside her pussy, and the thumb was stimulating the girl's clit. Sandy's other hand was busy massaging the student's left ass-cheek, and she greedily sucked hard on one of the girl's erect nipples. Julie switched her mouth from Emily's little pussy to the sexy ass of Heather and started to rapidly lick her from behind. Two fingers of her right hand were busy in Paige's cunt, pumping hard. The girls, tightly embraced, had started to moan into each other's mouths, and, in no time, Heather came for her second time, and shortly after, Paige climaxed with her pussy juices dripping down her ass crack. "I'm coming!" Jo suddenly moaned, threw her head backwards, and shuddered. Sandy kept her fingers moving throughout the orgasm, prolonging Jo's pleasure. Julie stood up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. 'How cool is this?' she thought. In less than 45 minutes, she had brought three of her delectable little classmates to orgasm, and she hadn't even removed her own clothes. An embarrassed Sandy quickly began to dress. "I-I-I don't know what to say, girls," she stammered. Heather, pulling her jeans up, looked at her with those gorgeous fuck-me-eyes. "Don't worry about us telling, miss." She stepped forward and kissed the teacher once more, and Sandy felt her pussy tingle. She released Sandy's mouth, stepped back, and seemed to be thinking while biting her lower lip. "We'll be happy just as long as you let us do some extra-curricular activities on you once in a while." The teacher, well aware of what the pretty blonde meant, felt her face getting bright red. "But I'm your teacher..." Heather pulled her top down and smiled. "And you're great at handling your students." The five remaining girls were now all fully dressed and, before Sandy could say anything else, they walked out of the room, leaving the sexy French-teacher behind.

Chapter 1: The Seduction of the Teacher

Authors/sandy/sf_1_the_seduction_of_the_teacher.txt

Sandy

Ski trip - part 1

'I'm way too overdressed,' Sandy thought as she used her poles to move forward in the line leading to the 4-seat ski lift. They had arrived at Val Thorens late last night, all eight of them looking forward to a fabulous week in the well-known ski resort. It was her, her husband Mark, and three other couples. She was a mother of two and rapidly approaching forty, but had managed to stay fit due to hours of running and aerobics. She had very much enjoyed shopping for a new skiing outfit, and Mark had confirmed how sexy she looked this morning by giving her butt a firm squeeze while kissing her full on the mouth. They had all left the kids at home, and the prospect of finally being able to have some uninterrupted lovemaking was kind of turning her on. She wouldn't have said no to doing it again this morning the way they had done it last night, but the others had been waiting, and now she was here in the lift on her own. She was feeling quite insecure about whether she still had her skiing abilities and had explained to the others that she wanted this morning by herself on the blue slopes. Terri and Stephanie, two of the other females in the four couplings, were beginners and had gone off to a private ski lesson with a very young and very good-looking female instructor. Mark, along with Richard, Tom, Patrick, and Patrick's wife Meghan, were all very skilled and had decided to head towards a part of the lift system with a lot of nice red slopes. It was now 10 am local time, and they had booked a late lunch at 1 pm up in one of the many restaurants situated among the slopes. The sun was blazing from a clear blue sky, and at three degrees Celsius below zero, there really was no need for a cap. She had her long auburn-colored hair arranged in a ponytail and was wearing dark sunglasses. Her blue-grey discreetly patterned hooded ski jacket was matching her off-white ski pants perfectly, but it was what she had underneath that was causing the problem. Her newly bought thermal underwear was way too effective, making her sweaty all over, especially in her groin area. It was itching like hell, and finally, she decided she couldn't take it anymore. She inched herself to the side to make room for the people waiting in line behind her and planted her poles into the snow before removing her ski gloves. After some fidgeting, she managed to undo the fly of her ski pants. She nervously started to adjust her underwear and almost lost her balance when feeling a hand on each of her shoulder blades. She instinctively grabbed her poles while being pushed forward and helplessly felt her ski pants, now with no hands to hold them up, slide down over her hips. Suddenly she found herself surrounded by female snowboarders positioned to sit down onto the seat of the next lift. "But..." she tried, and then she had no option but to sit down as the moving seat touched her calves. Feeling overwhelmingly embarrassed, she looked back over her shoulder towards a family of four sitting down behind them. The two teenage girls were talking with their mother, but the father was looking straight towards her, and the realization that she was being watched gave her an odd but not entirely unpleasant feeling. "God...my pants..." she mumbled, turning towards the girl next to her. She really hadn't seen this coming. She had been set on going up the lift by herself, but obviously, the girls had been too eager to wait. Now she was squeezed in with her pink thermal underwear showing and with one girl to her left and two more to her right. The teenagers started to talk to each other in a language she recognized as Scandinavian, and she braced herself before working up the guts to turn to face the girl to her left. The teenager was stunningly beautiful in an exotic kind of way. Dark hair neatly arranged in two braids and a lovely pair of big brown eyes framed above by the sexiest pair of eyebrows Sandy had ever seen. The girl was wearing a knitted cap, and although no more than sixteen or seventeen, she was so beautiful. "Let me help you with that," she said with a cute accent, smiling towards her, and at first, Sandy didn't understand what she meant. Then the girl quickly removed her glove, placing her hand on Sandy's thigh dangerously close to her pussy. "Oh no...please don't..." But her body seemed to have gone all numb. Moving her eyes from the girl's to her own lap, she could do nothing but to watch as the slender hand closed in on her crotch. `God...what is this...` she dimly thought. To have a guy hit on her would have been something she could handle, but this...having this girl less than half her age touch her like this was so unimaginably kinky and crazy. Suddenly the girl slipped her hand inside, and she gasped when feeling the light pressure of the soft palm against her pussy through the double layer of cotton. "I'm a little cold..." the girl mumbled "...can I just..." Of course, she could, although Sandy had no idea why she let her. Nimble fingers searched for the hemline, and she whimpered a little as the girl's colder skin met her own. She was happily married and hadn't even considered cheating on her husband over the twelve years of their relationship, and now she had this girl's hand against her tense stomach right above her pubic hair. But the situation was so incredibly erotic in a very far-out strange kind of way. The girl seemed to be waiting for a negative response, but getting none, she slowly slid her fingers downwards, pushing the thermal underwear and her panties along with them. The girl's hand against her pubic hair felt amazing, and then the middle finger started to sink down in between her by now really moist outer lips. "Aaah..." she moaned automatically, spreading her thighs a little more. She was about to be masturbated in a ski lift by a teenage girl, and there was nothing she could or wanted to do about it. A hand, soft but firm on her cheek, made her turn in the opposite direction. The girl to her right, equally young and equally pretty, was just inches away. Wearing a bandana to cover her ears from the cold and her long dark hair up in a ponytail, she looked like taken directly from a snowboarding advertisement. She had pushed her sunglasses up on her forehead and was watching Sandy with glittering blue eyes. Her intentions were all too clear, and Sandy again whimpered, opening her mouth to meet the girl's lips and tongue. The other girl now had her finger all the way inside of her pussy, at first moving it around a little to coat it with her juices. Then she rhythmically started to push it back and forth, pulling Sandy's moist pink flesh along as she began finger-fucking her. She really would have wanted to watch as well as feel, but the kiss was intense beyond belief now. The girl was so skilled and eager, completely taking over her mouth, and her rapidly moving tongue was reaching incredibly deep. She was gasping for air, feeling hands searching in under her jacket and sweater. Her bra cups were pushed to the side, and her breasts were covered by craving hands. She had no idea which girl was doing it, but that didn't seem to matter. The thing consuming her mind at the moment was her rapidly approaching climax. There was no way she could hold back, and she arched her back as she started to orgasm, letting one girl suck her tongue as the other one kept on fucking her all the way through. She barely had time to catch her breath, and then the girls were gone as surprisingly as they had showed up. She quickly pulled her ski pants back up and looked down into the snow to avoid people's stares as she made her way toward the big map over the slopes. There was no way she could adjust her bra cups without causing too much attention, so she left them the way they were. `Oh god, oh god, oh god...what just happened?` she wearily said to herself while trying to figure out a way to go. She couldn't believe she had let the girls do this to her. They had actually fucked her, and she had done nothing to stop it. She was too worked up to make any sense of the instructions on the map, but there was a passage to the left of it that seemed quite easy. She decided to take it while trying to gather her thoughts and soon was slowly gliding forwards along the slightly angled slope.

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Thinking Horndog

The Pact: Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated

'Carter and Tolliver,' Robert Rankin mused, rubbing his somewhat itchy scalp, staring at the assignment sheet. He was riding the second half of a double after a hard-drinking Saturday night that he hadn't fully recovered from by the time he reported for work Sunday night. The pair represented a missed opportunity -- although exactly how he had screwed up wasn't at all clear. One day they were going great guns -- he'd played a little with Tolliver's ass and Carter had indicated that they were BOTH approachable -- and then things suddenly went into the deep freeze. Then shifts had changed and he'd rotated to Pediatrics and the two hot nurses had become a fantasy -- and after a while, even THAT had faded. Now they were back together, sort of, but Tolliver wasn't generating the same smoky aura as before. Too bad -- she'd been HOT in the bathroom that time... One day, he would chase down something that didn't see dollar signs every time she looked at him. "Good morning, Doctor," a voice purred at his side. Robert jumped. "Good morning, Nurse Carter." "Graveyard was bad?" Louise asked solicitously. "No," Robert sighed. "Saturday night lasted all day Sunday." Louise nodded. "Why don't you go down and get a quick shower? You'll feel better..." "Maybe..." "I'll yell if we need anything, Baby." Robert's eyes widened. "Uh, thanks!" Yeah, she was smiling... Damn! Was the hunt on again? He shot off down the hall, jet-propelled. "What was that?" Beth asked. "I'm warming him up," Louise replied. "It's amazing what you can do to a man's attitude with a word or two. Do you remember how to jiggle that ass? He'll start begging and drooling if you get out there on parade..." "I don't know -- is it fair to tease him if we're going to end up giving him something else?" Beth wondered. "Baby, I'm gonna offer him US -- and he can have the other stuff as icing on the cake, if he wants it!" Louise replied. "OH! Well, then..." Beth grinned from ear to ear. When Rankin emerged from the bathroom freshly showered a few minutes later, she bathed him in a smile that warmed him like a blow dryer from the other end of the hall. Robert couldn't help it -- he lit up like a Christmas tree -- which only made things hotter... "Do you want to be here?" Louise asked, "Or do you want me to make the pitch without you?" "I'll, um, provide moral support," Beth replied, thinking, 'and make sure you don't try to keep him for yourself!' "So, ladies, how have you been?" Robert asked. It was lousy conversation, but... "How kind of you to ask!" Louise bubbled. "Busy, of course -- it's amazing the kinds of trouble you can get into if you just try..." "I'm sure..." 'What does THAT mean?' Robert wondered. "Say, Doctor, how did you enjoy your gynecology rotation?" Louise asked. Robert had learned that looking at ailing pussies wasn't a lot of fun, but he played up, "Well, it was certainly interesting. I'm looking to be a GP, but I'll keep my hand in. After all, most female patients will see me first, anyway." Louise nodded. "How open-minded are you? I'm sure you can't really benefit financially from charity work, but would you be open to a little pro bono work?" She eyed him sidelong. "Or something that is pro bono as far as the IRS is concerned, but is more of a barter?" Robert sighed inwardly. 'Here it comes. They want some kind of a freebie. God knows what they're offering as payment -- why do women always have to advertise sex and deliver something else?' "I'm pretty busy..." "I know, Baby, and unless I miss my guess, you're doing your own laundry and nuking your own TV dinners, too. But you could get us out of a jam, and the payoff is, well..." Carter was eyeing him sidelong again -- and she'd called him 'Baby' for the second time today. And Tolliver was standing there, looking hopeful... "What is it?" he asked, resigned. "Flu shots? The old folks' home?" Tolliver tittered. Carter looked serious. "Oh, no -- nothing like THAT! Look, Baby -- do you have a moral problem with birth control?" "Well, no..." "What about prescribing for, say, mildly under age patients?" Robert frowned. "What's mildly?" "Sixteen? Seventeen?" Robert snorted. "That's when they need it worst!" "Uh huh." Louise nodded. "And do you have a problem with a lack of parental consent?" "From parents who don't want their daughters pregnant, but stupidly don't want them on birth control? Who expect healthy human animals at their sexual peak to ABSTAIN from sex?" Robert ranted. "No!" Louise eyed Beth poker-faced. "I believe we've hit a hot button!" "Damned straight!" Robert agreed. "Idiots!" His tone was scathing. Beth took the plunge. "I'm wondering," she asked. "How do you think boys should be introduced to sex?" "Well," Robert declared, "not by a girl who knows less than he does!" "How were YOU taught?" Louise asked, when she got over the shock of Beth's approach. "Er, uh, by an... older woman..." Robert stammered. His father had hired a hooker for the evening, actually. "That's a pretty good method, I think," Louise murmured. Robert worried that he'd made the wrong impression. "It wasn't, um, a relative, or anything..." "Of course not, Baby," Louise replied, patting his hand. "Was she, um, a professional?" "Yes, actually." Robert nodded. "My father arranged it." "Sensible man," Louise approved. "I'm not drawing a connection," Robert muttered. "Be patient, Baby," Louise replied. "We're trying to work our way through a minefield. We don't want to ask you to do anything you won't approve of, and we can't really reveal a whole lot..." She smiled. "If we come out the far side, though, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the result..." "So how illegal is this?" Robert asked. "Well, it's a shades of grey thing," Louise replied blandly. "In the seventies and eighties, some people would have considered it a public service -- but given the recent moral backlash..." She shrugged. "We belong to a group which has several younger members who are just being introduced to sex. In order to protect them, we need for them to be examined and contraceptives prescribed." Robert eyed her. "I COULD tell you to tell them to use rubbers..." Louise nodded. "But you and I both know that they won't, by and large." "Yeah." Robert just stood there. "What?" Louise asked. "I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop." "There are a couple of pair still out," Louise informed him. "Thought so," Robert replied. "How many?" "It's occasional," Louise replied. "We're not the YWCA. Right now, it's one, I think. Maybe two." She thought about it. "From a cost savings standpoint for the patient, it might be nice if you did three." Beth looked a question. "I don't know how good Adele's health insurance is." Beth nodded. "Okay, so, two or three gyno exams and I prescribe birth control for minors without their parent's consent," Robert mused. "Why can't they just go to a clinic?" Louise shrugged. "Money. We'd like to keep the whole thing in the group, so to speak. Some of the girls might be ambivalent about describing their sexual experiences. And there are a couple of adults in our group, which opens them up to statutory rape and pedophilia charges if a doctor who doesn't understand the circumstances starts probing..." "Ah." Things started to make sense. "Tell me about this group." He glanced around, but things were quiet, for the moment. "It's, umm, intergenerational," Louise explained. "In some areas, the lines get crossed regularly. The group's original make-up was adult women and teenage boys." Robert blinked. "Mothers and sons?" "Well, yes and no. You see, the group's original charter was a pact to provide the boys with sex without incest. That rule is still in place. But the group's makeup leads you directly to that conclusion, since just about every adult woman in the group has a son in it." Louise eyed Robert carefully. "So, you're exchanging sons?" "More or less," Louise admitted. "Reality is always a bit more complicated." "I'm fascinated," Robert admitted. "But I don't understand where the young girls come in..." "Baby, that might require us to air a LOT more dirty laundry -- and we really don't have a grip on you, you know? What I just told you would make a District Attorney drool, knowing that he would CERTAINLY be re-elected after he put a bunch of us in jail..."The simple answer is that the boys can't take us out on dates and to school events, you know?" Beth interjected. "So there are girls involved..." "Girls who know too much," Robert nodded. "Girls who a doctor, smelling something fishy, might press into dangerous admissions..." Louise nodded. "Okay, so, what EXACTLY do you want?" "Well, Baby, can you work with this? Does it all bother you?" "No, it doesn't bother me. I bet somebody's mother is a hell of an improvement over a hooker..." Robert mused. Louise nodded. "Judging by the results, you'd be right. I guess it all depends; the minimum would be that you conduct the occasional exam and collect your fee from us..." "What kind of fee are we talking about?" Robert asked. There was an obvious answer hanging out there, but Nurse Carter had made that silly comment about his laundry and cooking... "Why, us, Baby!" Louise smiled. "We'll provide you with a little relief for all that tension we see in you all the time..." She reached up and caressed his neck. Robert almost shot a wad in his underwear. "Sex?" he gasped. "Yes, Baby. You look at our little girls, and we jump your bones -- something we've been wanting to do, anyway. Right Beth?" "Uh huh!" Beth nodded vigorously. 'I do NOT believe this...' Robert thought, shaking. He was twenty-eight and visibly unremarkable -- not particularly good-looking, but not ugly. Sex was something he didn't EVER get enough of -- largely because he had to get to first base with a woman to let her know what he did for a living. Being a doctor was a draw, but it drew gold-diggers, by and large, and when they figured out what a resident was, they hit the street. Before he got into medical school, he hadn't even had that... "That's the minimum?" he croaked. "What's the max?" "You'd have to jump in and join our little group, Baby. That would mean that you would be a lot more involved in what's going on, and it would require a commitment or two from you, to ensure the group's safety..." She paused. "Frankly, for Beth and me it's not a gain, because we would have to share you -- but for you there would be several benefits..." "Like what?" "Well, for starters, since the young things have started arriving, the ratio of males to females has shifted. There are more of us, ummm, requiring service than there are guys to do it, if you get my meaning..." Louise eyed him sidelong. 'I have died and gone to Heaven...' "Are there a lot of women in this group, then?" he croaked. Louise did some counting on her fingers. "About a dozen -- and there are four more in-bound. Of course, the boys aren't sharing some of the younger stuff, having staked claims..." She eyed him. "Baby, you're looking kind of flushed..." "I wonder why?" Robert burbled. "And what do I have to do to join this group?" Louise grimaced. "That's where things get tricky. You see, all of us have skeletons in our closets to keep us from blabbing all about the group and getting everyone trashed -- even the sweet young things. Some of those skeletons are manufactured; we would want to manufacture one for you..." "Meaning?" "Meaning that we video you doing something illegal, immoral, and fun, Baby. In this case, there is an obvious option." "There is?" "Baby, we're walking the line, here. I need some kind of indication..." Louise replied. "This is pretty hot," Robert sighed. "I don't see how I can pass... So what terrible thing are you thinking will work for my initiation?" "Well, Baby, what we're looking for today is three pelvic exams and three contraceptive prescriptions, max. Of those, two will be teenage girls. If one of them pays you directly, and we video it, that's a pretty solid skeleton to stick in YOUR closet..." "Yikes! You aren't kidding! Sex with a minor during an exam?" That was VERY scary! Robert blanched. "Well, I was thinking after, Baby. After all, we want you practicing medicine, not thrown under the jail!" Louise corrected him. "We wouldn't video the exam, and we wouldn't want to even allude to the fact that it happened. But it's still statutory rape, at a minimum, and pedophilia to some..." Louise watched her prey closely; he was about to bolt! Quickly, she flicked her eyes at Beth, her expression intent. Beth got it. She very deliberately stepped in close, pinning Robert's upper arm in her cleavage while taking his hand in hers. "All of us have basically the same thing... You should see what they have on ME! Movies of older women having sex with teenage boys are just as bad as the opposite, believe me..." "Maybe, but I'm a..." Robert began. "And we're nurses, Baby, and naughty or not, they'd nail us to the cross, too..." Louise pointed out. "Yeah..." Robert settled down. Or, more correctly, his arm told his dick to tell his brain to butt out... "You COULD just do the minimums -- that would mean that Beth and I don't have to share -- but you ALREADY know too much..." Louise pointed out. "We're... exposed." Robert nodded. "So now you HAVE to have something, right?" "Uh huh." "So I might as well..." "Uh huh." Robert puffed out a breath. "Where is this stuff archived?" "Only one person knows," Beth replied. "And he's a genius at such things. I know he isn't keeping them anywhere that they can be found..." "It's just protection, Baby, I promise. We just need to be covered," Louise insisted. "I get it." Robert wasn't happy, but the cost/benefit analysis said that he stood to gain quite a lot -- IF they weren't lying about blackmailing him! "How do I protect myself from the group?" "You don't, Baby. If you could, then it would be a Mexican standoff." "And that isn't good enough?" Louise thought about it. "Can we have a minute, Baby?" She waved Beth around the counter and they went back into a corner. "What do you think?" "Well we obviously can't give him the goods on EVERYBODY..." Beth mused. "But I can see why he's scared." "One of us, maybe?" Louise suggested. "The others would still be shielded." "It's scary, but it would demonstrate our good faith," Beth sighed. "Okay." Louise led them back to the station counter. "Tell you what -- you can have a video of one of us. We shouldn't, but, we understand how scary it all is." "Which one?" Robert asked. "Take your pick." "Tolliver." "Oh, Dear," Beth exclaimed. "I'm not sure what they have on video..." "Well, you could make a new one..." Louise mused. "Would that be okay, Doc?" "Yeah, that would be fine," Robert agreed. Watching Nurse Tolliver fuck some kid would be WELL worth the price of admission... "Okay, Baby. I have to make some phone calls. Can you be ready right after shift? I'd like to get the one that's most urgent done by five..." Louise murmured. "Yeah, no problem. I'll go down to OB-GYN and pick up a few things for my kit." Robert walked away from the nurses station in a haze. 'Now let me get this straight -- I'm going to give a couple of gyno exams to teenage girls -- and then I'm going to fuck one, on video. And THEN I'm going to watch while Nurse Tolliver fucks a boy, ALSO on video... Man... I have to be dreaming...' ---------------------------------- Louise called Adele and asked her if it would be cheaper for her if she didn't have to pay for a doctor visit for herself and Alyssa. "Well, yeah..." Adele admitted. "I have an ungodly co-pay. I'm on part-time, and my insurance sucks. The laundry doesn't give me a damned thing, either -- this is from the bakery." "So if I got you in with a doctor and he examined you and prescribed for free, that would be a good thing?" Louise asked. "Very," Adele agreed. "I could cancel the appointment with the doctor I have... When? I'm running risks..." "Tonight? When you get home?" "Where, for God's sake?" "Your house." "This guy makes house calls? For free? Is this the guy you were talking about this morning?" "Well, not for free," Louise explained. "Yeah, it's him. We're going to induct him as a group member. I'm going to want Alyssa to fuck him, so we get him on video." Adele bit her lip. "Well, okay. I'm sure you're going to discuss this with Damian..." "No, I'm not," Louise replied. "The boys have been a little too full of themselves lately. I'm going to shrink their heads a bit, if I can." "Alyssa won't like it if Damian holds this against her," Adele warned. "What about Sonya?" "We'll hold her for backup, if you and Candace succeed with Ms. Ho," Louise promised. "Okay. Say, maybe we ought to get him to look at Brie..." Adele mused. "That might scare him off, but we can hold her for last," Louise agreed. "Oh, and I need Randy." "Why?" "We promised the good doctor a video of Beth fucking him." "Ooooookay. I'll tell him not to do anything that will cause him to run out of semen..." Adele chuckled and hung up and called Alyssa. "Mama?" "Hi, Sissy. Look, don't go anywhere -- we're seeing the doctor tonight instead of tomorrow. Tell your little sister and your brother to stay put, too. She's going to get seen, and... Is Randy there? I need to talk to him." "Okay. RAAAANDY!" Alyssa yelled, covering the mouthpiece of the phone. "Yeah?" Randy wandered in out of the kitchen. "Mama." Alyssa shoved the phone at him. "Mama?" "Yeah, it's me.Look, don't run off anywhere today, and keep your dick in your pants -- Beth needs it tonight. Nonplussed at the unusual directive, Randy grunted, "Oh, okay." "Beth and Louise are bringing a doctor to the house to examine us and put us all on birth control -- and then he'll fuck Alyssa on video so we can be covered against him talking about the group. Don't tell her -- I don't want her all worked up about that. After that, I guess, Beth will do you -- I'm not that clear on why. Got all that?" "Yeah, I got it." 'Weird as it is...' "Keep everybody home and save your juice -- you never know how much you'll need," Adele admonished her son. "I have another errand, so I may be late -- if that happens, go ahead and run things -- make sure your sisters get examined and try to hold them for me." "Okay, Mama, whatever..." "Bye." Alyssa eyed Randy. "What's the big secret?" "Nothing. I guess there is a woman coming over who wants a piece of me..." Randy looked smug and walked off. Alyssa shook her head. "This place is Sex Central..." She went off to brief Brie. ---------------------------------- Louise's next call was to Sonya, who was happy to hear from her. "We'll be over right after work -- probably before four. Give me your address..." Sonya did so, along with a set of VERY careful directions -- she did NOT want to end up pregnant because they couldn't find her! "Okay, now, tell us where your mother works -- we're going to try to deal with her, too." Sonya gave her the info -- as expected, it was an Asian place on the north side. Jiang Yi worked in the kitchen; such was her shame that even away from Chinatown, she couldn't work in a customer-facing job, or the restaurant would lose its Chinese customers. "Okay, Baby, we'll see you in a few hours. I'm sending some ladies to see your mother -- wish us luck!" Sonya did so, fervently. Louise then briefed Candace, passing the addresses and other information. "Now, you know that Adele is going with me, right?" Candace reminded her. "Yeah. We should be able to keep Dear Doctor busy for a while. If things are going well, maybe you can send her home early," Louise replied. "Oh, and I'll need the camera, of course..." "This is getting hairy," Candace complained. "I hope we don't wash each other out! Maybe we should wait on Ms. Ho..." "It'll be all right -- we just have to multi-task some. Stay in touch!" Louise hung up. At three, just before Candace arrived to collect Adele at the Hayes home, Louise and Beth collected a somewhat nervous Dr. Rankin, bundling him into Beth's car. "You're not on for another double tonight, are you?" Louise asked. "No..." "Good. You'll get a chance to wind down after, then." Robert began wondering for the umpteenth time whether he'd made the right decision; while the description of the activities on tap for the evening beat anything that he expected to happen in his small apartment by a wide margin, things seemed to be quickly moving out of his hands. Despite the fact that she had never actually met any of the trio that arrived at her house that afternoon, Sonya was almost tearfully happy to see them. "This gentleman is a doctor, Baby," the black lady in the nurse's uniform told her. "He's going to give you an examination, and then prescribe birth control for you, okay?" "Okay!" Robert eyed the girl, an odd mix of Oriental and black genes. She was obviously distressed, so he fished in his bag and dragged out some papers. "Since I've never seen you before, I'm going to need some of your health history," he announced, handing her a form. "Why don't you run through this with the nurse while we prepare for the exam?" Louise looked at him oddly, so he explained, "She needs to settle down a bit before the exam, or I'm going to end up believing she has hypertension..." He glanced around. "Sonya, we're going to need to do a pelvic exam -- do you know what that is?" "Um, yeah. Me on my back with my legs open while you look up..." Sonya stopped, embarrassed. "Exactly." Robert gave his best bedside smile. "Normally, we use a specially built table with footrests, but we're going to have to improvise. Do you have any suggestions? Beds aren't really good places..." He glanced around the living room. "We need good light, too." "The kitchen?" Sonya suggested. "The table isn't super-duper, but it will take me..." Robert turned to Beth. "If you would take a look? If it appears to be okay, we need to sanitize it a bit." Beth nodded, went into the kitchen, and checked the table. It would do. Waving wordlessly at the door, she beckoned Dr. Rankin to the kitchen. Meanwhile, Louise helped Sonya with the history form. Ten minutes later, all was ready -- except Sonya. Louise led her into the kitchen where Robert stumbled upon a lack. "We didn't bring any johnnies or anything -- do you want a drape?" Sonya bit her lip. "You have to see everything anyway -- I'll be okay." "Good girl! Let me see your form, then, while you undress..." Robert turned away. While Sonya peeled off her various items of clothing, he asked her questions about her health history. Beth helped Sonya onto the table, then took her temperature and blood pressure, adding it to her informal chart, then announced, "We're ready, Doctor." Robert turned around and examined Sonya thoroughly, maintaining his professional persona. Pulling on gloves, he palpated her trunk and internal organs and examined her eyes, ears, nose and throat as he normally would, then checked her breasts. "Okay, lie back and we'll move on to the pelvic exam." Beth helped Sonya lie back and she and Louise positioned the girl's feet on the table edge while Robert prepared a speculum. "So, Sonya, You've had intercourse recently?" "Saturday." "And was this your first time?" "Yes, Doctor." Robert inserted, rotated, and opened the speculum, then examined Sonya's vagina and cervix. "All appears to be well..." He withdrew the speculum. "I can see that your hymen took a beating recently, but that's to be expected." "Am I pregnant?" Sonya asked anxiously. "Well, it would be several days before we could tell that," Robert replied, "but I'm going to give you a pill that will ensure that you don't remain that way, even if you are, okay?" "Yes! Great!" "I'm glad that you're properly concerned about such things," Robert declared somewhat unctuously, "so we can move on to contraception. We can try a patch that you wear over an ovary..." "Mom would find it and hit the roof!" Sonya exclaimed. "Or pills..." "Same thing, in the long run," Sonya replied. "Or I can order an injection that lasts three months," Robert finished. "I'll take it!" Robert grimaced. "Of course, there are issues with obtaining and paying for them... Do you have a health insurance card or anything?" Sonya was taken aback, but Louise came to the rescue. "I took the liberty of discussing this with the pharmacy in the ER, Doctor. They dispensed to me on the understanding that you would provide the prescription. The group will cover the costs." "Very well, Nurse. How well did you second-guess me?" He rattled off the names of the morning-after pill and the contraceptive injection. Louise smiled and produced both, so Robert sat down and wrote out the prescriptions. "I'm not going to ask what kind of sleight-of-hand you're going to use here, Nurse..." "The same one the free clinic does, Doctor," Louise smiled back. "I have friends there, too." "Very well. Sonya, you may sit up. Nurse, could you get her some water?" He delivered the pill; Sonya took it so fast that he was afraid she might choke on it. "Okay, if you'll hop down and bend over, we can do the injection." Beth helped Sonya down from the table and Louise presented the syringe and the medication, then wiped a patch on Sonya's ass cheek with a prep pad. It was over before Sonya was even prepared for it. "There you go! You can dress, now." Robert smiled at his new teenage patient. While Sonya dressed, the medical team cleaned up after themselves. "Now, if you have any issues that you think might be related to the shot, let someone know -- preferably one of the nurses. The pill may upset your stomach and cause cramping for twenty-four hours or so, and may throw off your menstrual cycle. Again, if there appears to be a problem, get in touch with the nurses. I'll be seeing you in three months for your next injection, unless our paths cross sooner. Any questions?" Robert asked. "No, Doctor." "Good. It's been a pleasure." Robert swept out of the room. Once he was gone, Sonya grabbed Beth by the wrist. Louise stopped, too. "How do I reach you?" "You call Alyssa or Randy or Randy's mother, Sweetie -- they'll pass the word. Okay?" Beth replied. "Okay." Sonya looked troubled for a moment. "Who's paying for this?" "This time?" Louise smiled. "We are, Baby. Next time, though, you can." "How? I don't have any money..." "The same way we're gonna do it, Baby," Louise grinned. "You can fuck the doctor." "Oh!" Sonya watched, wide-eyed, as the trio let themselves out. "That went well," Robert observed, getting into the car. "With any luck," Beth chuckled, "that was the hard one!" The trio drove off. ---------------------------------- Meanwhile, Martin Garber paced his living room. "I don't know how I let myself get talked into this!" he complained."I do, Dad," Hank chuckled. "Relax! How bad can it be?" "Fucking a woman I've never met while wearing a mask like the Lone Ranger? I really don't know..." Martin muttered. "Have you seen this woman?" "No, but Sonya is hot!" "Yeah, okay. I'll be in my study." Jiang Yi might not be able to face customers, but there was no question who was in charge of the kitchen at Dong's Palace. The place did Thai and Vietnamese as well as Chinese; no one seemed to care about her exact heritage, as long as she wasn't Korean or Japanese. Jiang Yi was haranguing a couple of busboys in a singsong voice when called to the kitchen door by the owner. "These ladies asked to see you, by name," he said. Candace smiled a dismissal and he wandered off. "I don't know you," Jiang Yi declared, peering up at them suspiciously. "We've never met," Adele replied, "but I've seen you around." "I have, too," Candace added. "At Rambo's, for instance." "Okay," Jiang Yi eyed them. "So what do you want?" "Can we go somewhere a bit more private?" Candace suggested. Jiang Yi looked at her watch. "I'm not off quite yet. Out back?" "Fine." Jiang Yi stuck her head back into the kitchen, "You two get that dishwasher loaded! I'll be right back!" She led them down a back hallway. "Idiots! They move like slugs! Men!" She led them through a door and out into the alley; no one else was around. Turning, she demanded, "Okay, now what?" "Men irritate you, don't they, Hon?" Candace began. "From what I've seen it's a supply and demand thing." "Meaning what?" Jiang Yi snapped, adding, "Hon?" "Meaning very few of them would step up to supply YOUR demand," Candace said easily. "That's your business?" Jiang Yi snapped. "We can fix it." "How?" Jiang Yi waved at herself. "Makeovers? If you two are beauty reps, forget it!" "Do I look like a beauty rep?" Adele asked. "This is different." "Different, how?" "We represent a group of men and women who have some common interests. One of your daughter's friends indicated to us that you might benefit from membership," Adele explained. "Oh? What common interests? What's in it for me?" Jiang Yi asked flatly. "Sex, Honey. That's the common bond. And that's what's in it for you," Candace took over. "Men don't have sex with me." "I can produce two who will," Candace replied, levelly, "today." "Old men?" "One of them is just a bit older than your daughter." "You lie!" Jiang Yi crossed her arms over her chest. "Prove it!" "When do you get off?" Candace asked. Jiang Yi glanced at her watch. "Thirty minutes." "How about this?" Candace asked. "If you haven't had two different dicks in you by eight o'clock, I'll pay you two hundred dollars." Jiang Yi eyed her tall blonde opponent, rocked. "What do I have to do? What is this going to cost me?" "Time. We'll want you to become a member of our group. There's an initiation, of sorts -- but it's fucking, so that shouldn't be any big deal. After that, if you want to fuck, you don't have to go out and parade yourself around or play games, you just make a couple of phone calls and you'll get a dick to play with. No strings," Candace replied. "Probably dirty old men in wheelchairs," Jiang Yi disparaged. She spun on Adele. "How many have YOU had?" "Ummm, three? They were ALL good..." Adele replied. Jiang Yi didn't believe a word, but it was the damnedest thing she'd ever heard... "One of my daughter's friends?" "My daughter knows yours," Adele replied. "I've met Sonya." 'I HAVE to see this -- if I end up dead in an alley!' "Thirty minutes," she grunted. "Let's go inside. Have the waiter bring you soup while you wait." She led them through the back of the restaurant to the kitchen and entered without looking back. Candace got on the phone. "Hank? We're on. Look, talk to your dad -- it's not going to be any picnic at the start. Ms. Ho is short, stocky, and angry at men in general. She's... not incredibly good-looking, either, but I need you guys not to show that you're bothered by it, you know? She'll be looking for an excuse to hit the street..." "Great!" Hank rolled his eyes. "Let me get Dad..." Hank got Martin and Candace made explanations to him, including, "I had to bet her two hundred dollars that you two would do her. I'd like to keep that money." "You're not making her sound any too appetizing..." Martin opined. "She's short, wide, blocky, flat-faced -- and she hasn't had a dick in a long time and is angry about it. But she isn't Quasimodo or anything. Just a chunky Chinese chick," Candace explained. "Reminds me of 'Nam," Martin grunted. "Drag her over. We'll handle it.

Chapter 34

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Thinking Horndog

The Pact: Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated

'Randy is a MACHINE!' Trish thought dimly. She'd already had two, big, blow-the-top-of-your-head-off orgasms, and Randy was still pounding away like he had all afternoon! She'd underestimated him, BIG time! Control was out the window; her nipples hummed like tuning forks, they were so hard and sensitive, and she was trying her damnedest to climb up his pole from below -- even while he pinned her to the mat with it! 'FUCK dog tongues!' Trish thought, 'Gawd -- no wonder Mom drops on her back when she smells a cock!' Then conscious thought faded, driven from her mind by the driving urgency. Upstairs, Candace was standing at the sink when a voice sounded behind her, "There you are!" "Damian!" She spun and put her back to the counter, waving a finger. "You can't just come in here and..." Damian didn't say anything; he just looked around, blandly. Candace's shoulders slumped. "What do you want?" It wasn't a generalized query, and it wasn't rhetorical -- it was, literally, an inquiry into what he wanted from her. "You. On your bed. With your knees up around your ears," Damian replied confidently. Candace nodded and headed for her bedroom. When they got there, Candace started getting out of her clothing. Damian asked mildly, "What was that all about?" Candace shrugged. "I always have an attack of stupidity on the front end. I'm just learning to stop before things go too far." "I decide that," was Damian's response. "Up here on the edge." He took her standing beside the bed -- that is, he was standing; she was on her back clutching her knees, as directed. It was hard, fast, pounding, thoroughly satisfying sex -- for both of them. When it was over, he told her, "Don't dress. I'll be right back." Thundering downstairs into the darkness, he called, "Alyssa!" "Yes?" Teela had finished with her soon after Rick and Sonya finished. Rick and Sonya were still collapsed on their mattress, but the meaty smacks of Randy plowing Trish -- and her moans of pleasure -- could still be heard. Alyssa was watching her brother put the meat to her girlfriend. "Are you done?" Damian yelled, unable to see in the dark. "Yes." "Come here, then." Alyssa came forward and appeared out of the darkness. "Get naked." He waited while Alyssa got out of her clothing. "Follow me." Upstairs, he led her to Candace's room -- and Candace, which surprised both women. "What's this?" Candace asked. "I figured you two should meet," Damian declared. "Alyssa, this is Candace. You two have a lot in common. Candace, Alyssa has one advantage over you -- what do you figure that is?" "Well, age, I imagine..." Candace guessed. "Right. A bunch of the guys have already stumbled on the fact that they can't take somebody's mother on dates," Damian agreed. "Now, Alyssa, Candace has an advantage over YOU -- guess what it is?" Alyssa shrugged, confused. "She's white?" "Nope," Damian replied. "It's age again. Candace doesn't hear wedding bells when I stick my dick in her." He watched while the comment hit home in Alyssa. "You two have a lot in common -- basically, you're both mine. One reason is that both of you like to be told what to do -- and neither of you likes to admit it. Both of you need control -- and I like doing that kind of thing." "So, why are you rubbing our noses in it?" Candace asked. "Because you both fucked up one way or another today," Damian replied blandly. "Alyssa, you might have made things easier for the guys downstairs, but you're ahead of yourself if you think you've got me bagged. And you," he turned to Candace, "You're doing better, but like I told you, I am the one who says you've gone too far! You two need to get acquainted and neither of you likes eating pussy, sooo..." He smiled evilly. "Up on the bed! Alyssa, you're on top -- because Candace is kind of juicy right now. It's my juice, though, so you make sure you get it all..." "Awwww!" Alyssa wailed, but... SMACK! "Now, bitch!" Damian grated, after leaving a handprint on her ass. "Come on, Hon -- you're playing into his hands when you piss him off," Candace sighed. "You don't want him going all extreme on you..." She settled back on the bed. Alyssa was already moving, which didn't surprise Damian; she'd already demonstrated that she had virtually no tolerance for pain. 'Damn him!' Candace thought as Alyssa crawled atop her and settled her bubble butt toward her face, 'He always finds a way...' It didn't keep her from extending her tongue and opening Alyssa's slit with it, though. "When you two are done, I'm gonna pick one of you to fuck, so you want to do a good job," Damian admonished, settling onto Candace's vanity stool to watch. Downstairs, Randy was finishing up in Trish. He was pretty amazed, both with her and with himself; she'd pissed him off some, so he'd gotten pretty aggressive with her -- and she was eating it up! Usually, thus far in his limited experience, Randy had taken things easy, been gentle; this time, he'd poured it on because she'd acted like he wasn't good enough for her -- and she was OBVIOUSLY having a ball! Trish moaned and groaned a lot, but when she came, she threw her head around and bounced her plump ass up off the mat and got VERY impassioned about the noises she made! She had a nice pussy, too -- and Randy was about to fill it with jizz! "Gonna cum..." he grunted. "Uuhhh, kay... Oooooohhh!" Trish babbled. Randy let go and Trish discovered why she had so many brothers and sisters -- the feel of Randy's semen splattering against her cervix set her off for the third time! "OoooOOOOOOOH! OMIGAAAAAWDD!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs! Randy ground himself against her crotch like he was trying to get inside, growling with the effort, while he painted her insides as if he hadn't already cum in Sonya's mouth! "DAMN!" he gasped, when it was over and he rocked back on his heels. Trish just lay there, looking up at him. Randy had thoroughly rocked her world -- AFTER she'd let him know that she thought he was less than desirable. She would be VERY CAREFUL about such things in the future... In the meantime, she needed to make amends... She reached up and gathered his hands, pulling him toward her. "Are you sure you want to do that?" Randy asked, obviously still irritated. "I was wrong..." Trish husked. "It really doesn't matter. I won't be the last guy in this group that you fuck -- probably not the worst looking, either!" Randy grated. "Look, Randy, I'm REALLY sorry!" Trish apologized. "Yeah, well..." Randy wasn't buying. "We'll see when you've been around a while -- but you need to remember that you don't pick who you fuck -- we do!" "I understand." Toby roused himself. Damian was better at this, but the girls might recognize him. He came forward, into the dim light. "That applies to both of you. We tell you who to fuck, and when -- and how. Why don't you two go back to the couch?" Randy helped Trish up, and Rick did the same for Sonya. When the pair were seated, Toby resumed, "You know, of course, that if you get stupid and go to the cops or something, you'll end up screwed over worse than us, right? Right now, you know nothing and nobody except your friend Alyssa and her brother -- but we have those videos of you with the dog..." Toby laid it on thick, adding an under layer of dread of the consequences. He realized the he probably didn't need to do it, but they couldn't watch the girls every hour of the day... "How often will we have to do stuff like this?" Trish asked. Toby shrugged. "It's more or less on call," he replied. "If you discover that you like to have it more than you're getting it, I'm sure that if you tell someone, we can make arrangements..." he teased. Trish turned an amazing shade; Toby felt the echo of her emotion. She wouldn't be a problem. Sonya's reaction was more within the expected range; this had been good and she would do as she was told, but she wasn't sure that she was to be asking for it. "How will we know when you want us?" she asked. "For now, Alyssa or her brother will probably let you know," Toby advised. "Later, you'll get to know other members. Maybe we'll do some secret password or something, at some point. Any other questions?" Nobody said anything, but he sensed something. "Sonya?" Sonya's response shocked them all -- she blurted, "Can Mom play?" "What?" Teela gasped. "My mom."She's always telling me how bad boys are -- but it's mostly because she doesn't get any. If you guys, you know, have anybody interested in older chicks..." Sonya's voice trailed off. Trish giggled. "My mom could use a steady supply, too! It would keep her from falling for bad apples. I have enough brothers and sisters..." "Well, we could talk about it, if you're serious," Toby mused. Sonya was for sure... "That would be cool," Sonya replied. "Then she wouldn't be on my back when she finds out about this." "Well, hopefully, she won't," Toby replied, "but we can take out insurance. Of course, we'll want to get something on her to keep her quiet, but we have things a lot easier to do than dogs..." He grinned. "Now what?" Trish asked. "Well, we planned for you to hang out here for a while, actually," Toby replied. "The place really DOES have a pool, but we're kind of concerned that you might do something stupid, so we don't want to show you any faces... Better wait until Alyssa comes back and she and Randy can take you out. In the meantime..." He slid down his trunks, "We can continue your education..." "Ohmigawd!" Trish gasped. Toby leaned over and whispered to Teela, "Tell Lon to pull on a mask and get down here. I don't know where Damian is, exactly, but he's messing with Alyssa and Candace..." "Right." Teela headed for the stairs. "Sonya has a system," Toby told Trish, "and you don't -- so you get to practice." He brandished his cock and pulled her over to it, "Give it a suck." Arguing wasn't allowed; Trish opened her mouth and found it stuffed with cock meat. "Listen to what I tell you and do it," Toby advised. For the next several minutes he worked her on two levels, verbally and by direct mental contact, teaching her what worked well with him and what didn't, and damping her gag reflex so she could take him in more deeply as time went on. Trish didn't realize a lot of what he was doing -- all she knew was that things went very well... When Toby hunched up and buried his stiff length of meat in her throat a couple of times, then grunted, "I'm coming!" semen had become an acquired taste, too! Sonya just watched for a while, but when a tall, blond boy came in, dropped his swim trunks, and ordered, "Suck!" she acquired a distraction. Lon learned that she had the right attitude; she attacked his cock with fervor, and the fact that she didn't deep-throat it was overridden by her technique. In no time, he found himself grunting and gasping as her lips and tongue worked him over to the tune of her stroking hand on his shaft. When the pair of them were done, Toby informed Lon, "We've been swapping off..." "Oh, okay," Lon replied, eyeing Trish. "Has she had her ass done yet?" He enjoyed Trish's look of shock and fear for a moment, grinning evilly, then muttered, "Some other time, then. Go wherever you've been going to get fucked..." The ensuing sex wasn't as good for the girls as the first pass for several reasons, not the least of which was soreness from Round One.. Lon was being deliberately harsh and unfeeling as an object lesson to Trish, and Sonya -- well, nothing was going to prepare a five foot two girl for her first cock over eight inches. Toby helped some, but, like Lon, he felt that it was best that the pair get used to rough treatment, so he limited things. Both boys took their partners doggie-style, largely in order to reinforce their role as cum buckets; Lon rode Trish hard, occasionally burying his fingers in her mildly afro-teased hair and pulling her head back -- but Trish got off anyway, once, and would have made it to two if Lon had worked with her at all. The rough treatment thing accomplished Lon's ends, but it resonated with Trish, anyway, exciting her. Sonya tried hard but her cervix took a bashing, and that was a distraction. Still, Toby monitored her and let up some as she approached her only peak of the session, ensuring that she got there. Like Lon, though, he didn't really give any breaks. When it was over, Lon spurned Trish to the mat and got up as if he did this kind of thing daily and women were just receptacles; Toby was gentler, but he had a commentary, "You two are going to fuck a lot of guys -- and most of them are going to be looking for THEIR satisfaction, not yours! Get used to it. If you want to enjoy yourself, I suggest that you pick out a guy and try to make his short list. Trish, you may have fucked that up already..." Trish was thinking the same thing. The white boy had been good, but not like Randy -- and she'd pissed him off! How much groveling would she have to do to fix things? Toby turned to Teela. "I'm gonna go see what you know who is up to, and try to get Alyssa back down here. The girls are no doubt sore -- Randy, would you and Alyssa let them have their swim? No suits, though -- they go naked. Trish's doesn't fit, anyway." "You got it." Randy nodded. Toby and Lon headed upstairs. Damian's women were still in a sixty-nine position, but Damian was pounding into Alyssa from behind, and for that reason, she had been relieved of any requirement to further satisfy Candace. Candace was pinned beneath the pair, though, so she entertained herself by taking desultory licks at the fast-moving junction of the couple above her -- not because she wanted to, exactly, but more out of a suspicion that if she didn't, Damian would comment on it. Damian had waited until each of them had teased an orgasm out of the other with her tongue and fingers, but no longer than that; watching Alyssa's asshole wink at him as her pussy clenched in time to the waves of her orgasm ended his patience and he crawled up behind her and slid his cock into her still spasming tunnel. Now, he was long-stroking her, driving her shoulders into Candace's upraised knees -- and she wasn't complaining a bit! Toby and Lon appeared in the doorway. "Servicing your harem?" Toby asked sardonically. "Do the math," Damian gasped. "You got to... keep... at least... two. These two... are... mine..." Toby nodded. "Damned if he doesn't have a point..." Lon nodded, musing. "Now that you mention it..." Concentrating on Sally wasn't doing the group justice -- there were too many pussies and not enough dicks to go around. Problem was, who should he take on? Beth? He had a soft spot for her, but he had enough to do dealing with Sally's submissive nature. Jean had two possible claimants already, and they really didn't get along. Louise? Adele? They were both black, which would make him look pretty two-faced. Still, Adele was a possibility... Maybe he should get another young chick to keep Sally on her toes... Alyssa went "Uh! Uh! UUUUUHHHHH!!!" and tightened up remarkably, her cunt pulsing as her orgasm overtook her -- and Damian found an opportunity to get his in and smashed into her a half-dozen times, then buried himself in her jetting spunk into her quaking quim. Panting, he draped himself over Alyssa's back and asked, "What do you guys need?" "A couple of things," Toby replied. "We need Alyssa to baby-sit the girls in the pool, and we need to discuss another membership application." "Holy fuck!" Damian groaned. "I've only got so much dick..." "Yeah, no shit," Lon grunted. Who'd have thought that organizing a little sex club could get so complicated? "Yeah, well," Toby grinned. "Sonya seems to think that her life would be easier if her mother was getting a few inches occasionally. It seems that her mother is the one driving her toward lesbianism." Lon looked at Toby. He hadn't been there the whole time, but he'd have been surprised if the discussion went that deep... Damian, on the other hand, had a pretty good idea of Toby's source of information. He backed out of Alyssa and lowered his cock to Candace's mouth, just looking at her significantly. Candace, beyond her resistive mode, obediently began to lick and suckle. "Any idea what she looks like?" Toby flicked a glance at Lon and said, "No, no pictures or anything, but I'm betting that she won't be our poster child." Damian grunted, looking down at Candace. "You getting this?" Candace nodded. "I think it's for you older gals to investigate. If she's right and Mama Ho wants to join, we'll have to scare her up some dick and take photos." He glanced at the other two males, "Hank, I'm thinking." He got nods. Candace had gotten the worst of the mess, so he backed off the bed. "Clean her up, too -- she did it for you." He swatted Alyssa on the ass. "Suck pussy until Candace says you're clean, then go down and collect your girlfriends and take 'em for a swim, Slut." "Yes, Damian!" Alyssa panted. "You're all skinny-dipping -- got it?" Toby added. "Yes, Toby!" Candace, looking resigned, got to work; the three males left the room, headed for the kitchen and refreshments. "Man, I hate these masks," Lon groused. Toby shrugged. "If you want to take my word for it that they'll behave, take yours off," he replied blandly. Lon thought about it, grimaced, and left the mask on. Toby glanced at Damian, who WOULD have taken his word for it, and shook his head. "Can't trust 'em?" Damian asked. "Well, they'd be SURE to recognize you..." Toby replied. "I think they're good to go, but..." Damian nodded. The three of them collected sodas and headed out back, to be joined by Rick and, eventually, Randy, when the girls trooped out to swim.Damian was subjected to an examination that resembled radar mapping, as he was the only male present who hadn't had sex with the new girls, but Damian gave them very little to work with by facing away from the pool. "We're gonna need somebody tomorrow to give Pa a blowjob," he announced. Toby blinked. "Well, there's the obvious choice..." "Adele will shit a brick!" Damian grunted. "So let her supervise!" Lon grunted. "I mean, it's pretty clear we're not gonna be able to stop Brie... Adele does know that, right?" "Yeah... We couldn't tell her who it is, though -- she doesn't like Pa," Damian commented. "Brie would kind of get a kick out of it, I bet." Randy chuckled. "No bet!" "Want to try to rig it up?" Damian asked Randy. "Sure. I'll try to keep it low profile. What if it doesn't fly?" Randy asked. "Call me," Damian replied. "We'll come up with something. I'd rather it wasn't Candace..." He glanced at Lon. "Me, too," Lon agreed. Damian nodded; Sally was out, obviously. Frankly, he didn't want Alyssa doing Pa, either. No doubt Teela was out, too... Damian was rolling down his list of suspects, and had the same people scratched -- plus his mother, for obvious reasons. "Beth? Jean? One of these two?" "Jean would be a problem. On the other hand, Ma probably wouldn't," Toby guessed. "I'll need some warning, though. If we have to, we can call up one of these two -- but it'll be tough getting them out of their houses on no notice. Let us know if it doesn't fly, Rain Man." "You got it." "How many more guys are there?" Trish asked, eyeing Damian. "I don't know," Alyssa admitted. "Two or three, anyway." "I'm surprised he didn't fuck us -- everyone else did..." Sonya muttered. "He was too busy fucking me!" Alyssa grinned in spite of herself. "Oho!" Trish laughed. "So THAT'S it!" "Well," Alyssa blushed, "He made it very clear that I'm not in control, but when I'm good, he's good to me..." "Do you know who he is?" Trish asked. "Yes, but I can't tell you," Alyssa shrugged. "You understand..." "Aren't we your friends?" Sonya snapped. "Okay, you DON'T understand!" Alyssa shot back. "There are two things here: First, I don't want him pissed at me..." She frowned. "Maybe that's the underside of both. The FIRST reason I don't want him pissed at me is that I WANT to be his girlfriend. But the SECOND reason... Look, he can be... very controlling. I've pissed him off, and, well, I've paid for it." "Oh?" Trish eyed her. Alyssa thought about it. "Maybe you should know..." She glanced toward the boys at the table. "They took me sort of like they took you -- only they felt that I needed punishing. They hung me off a hook down there and beat me with a... stick, maybe. It was hard, but flexible -- and it stung like Hell!" "He did it?" "There was more than one of them," Alyssa murmured. "The dark-haired guy? The one trying to keep his glasses on with the mask?" "The one with the really big dick?" Sonya asked. "Yeah. He was there, and there was an older woman. There are several older women in the group," Alyssa explained. "But that guy ran things -- he was in charge." She eyed Sonya. "Watch the dark-haired guy. He has this radar -- it's almost like he reads minds, or something." Sonya nodded, remembering the dark-haired girl's question -- and how the guy changed things up before she'd even made up her mind what to say. "That isn't all," Alyssa added, "Don't think I just tossed you to the wolves -- I was going to warn you, but they stopped me -- and they proved that they could do what they said they could when they did it! They actually sent a video to my cell phone..." "No way!" Trish gasped. "Way," Alyssa confirmed. "Then they made it real clear what would happen if I leaked things to you guys. Think about it -- anything they've done to me is my word against theirs -- but THEY have videos..." She sighed. "It's the same thing with you guys -- you could finger them for something, maybe -- but what would it look like? 'Oh, they did awful stuff to me, blah, blah...' And then the videos would surface and bye bye credibility..." "Yeah." Trish had been thinking the same thing. "They only beat you the once?" "Yeah -- but they don't have to do that... When they caught me, he... came up with this... game..." Alyssa mused for a moment. "Have you ever had anything up your ass?" "What?" Trish gasped. Sonya looked equally shocked. "The, umm, tall blonde guy said something..." "He wasn't kidding," Alyssa muttered, watching the boys. "The one who watches me came up with this game for three dice. One of the dice was to determine who did me, one was for how long -- and one was for whether I got it in the mouth, the pussy, or the ass..." "Omigawd!" Trish's eyes bugged. Alyssa nodded. "It went four or five rounds -- and they videoed it... That's plenty, really, if you think about it. Could you imagine me getting up and trying to tell people in court I wasn't a slut after that? Or at school?" Sonya was staring at the boys. "So -- we're really slaves..." "Well, they're busy -- you won't have one of them over your shoulder all the time -- but if one says jump, you'd better ask how high after you're in the air...""No." Damian flinched -- but at least he wouldn't be on the list of prospective fathers -- yet. "Have Randy do it," Louise advised. "Get morning-after pills from Adele, if necessary. I hope to have us a doctor in a couple of days..." "Okay, cool." "Call me later." Louise hung up. "Rain Man, ask the girls about birth control. Your mama has some of those morning-after pills, and Mama is looking to hook us up with a doctor, but we need to take care of today," Damian advised. "Hey! You two! Come here!" Randy yelled, waving. "Uh oh," Teela chuckled. "Let's go..." The girls slowly climbed out of the pool and headed over to the gathered males. "Stop right there," Randy directed when they were still several feet behind Damian. He thought about things for a moment -- this control thing didn't come naturally to him, but the more ingrained it was early on, the better, he figured. "Kneel." The pair of girls glanced at one another. "Yeah, I know -- it's a pain in the ass and an ego trip -- but do you really have any choice?" Sonya knelt gracefully. Trish opened her mouth, remembered who she was talking to, and knelt, too. Randy got up and went over to fine-tune things. "Straighten out your feet and park your asses. Good. Now, spread your knees some -- I may want to feel you up." He eyed the result. "Hands on your thighs. Comfy? Keep your backs straight -- we wanna see those hooters of yours standing out, not looking saggy..." He nodded to himself, satisfied with the result. "Okay. If you're not doing anything else, that's how you should be, understand?" "Yes, Randy," the pair intoned. "Good." Randy opened his mouth, but Damian held up his hand. "Alyssa, are you still standing?" Damian asked, without looking around. "Yes, Sir." "Get down with them." "Yes, Sir." Alyssa moved quickly, kneeling alongside Sonya on her right. Several sets of eyes flicked to Rick. The girls could see Rick, but couldn't see Teela, who was now behind them. Rick pondered his options, visibly. Teela's eyes were wicked, laughing, challenging him. "Girl." "Yes, Lover?" Teela replied. "We're trying to enforce some standards, here." "Yes, Lover." Teela settled to her knees on Trish's left. Randy got to the point. "Are you two on birth control?" "I am... Sir," Trish replied. "Oh, shit!" was Sonya's response. "Relax, we have some morning-after pills to handle things right now," Randy assured her. "And we're working on a long-term solution." He turned to Trish. "It'd be smart of you to get very careful about keeping up your schedule. You're on the Pill, right?" "Yes, Randy." "Don't slip up -- playing games with pregnancy won't buy you anything but problems. We got one bun in the oven already -- and it's gonna be a real pain in the ass for the mother to explain away," Randy admonished. "I'll be real careful," Trish assured him, her mother's example clear in her mind. "Good." Randy waved at the pool. "Go on back and swim, or whatever." At Carter's, Terence wandered out to the garage about noon, poring over some papers; Fred noticed, but he was busy watching baseball. About two o'clock, a car pulled into the drive, but no one came in; Fred assumed that it was Damian coming back from wherever. About two-thirty, Terence stuck his head in the door. "Pa, can I take the truck? I need to go to the lumber yard." Fred blinked and glanced up at his eldest son. "Good fucking luck -- it's Saturday, Boy. Lumber yard closes at noon." "Shit. Will the home improvement place have any good stuff?" Terence asked. "Like what?" "Four by four oak, or mahogany." "Don't hold your breath," Fred advised. "Probably all they got is pine, and pressure treated. What'cha makin'?" "Furniture." Fred eyed his son. "Maybe you'll want to practice. Oak and mahogany cost a chunk of money." "Maybe you're right," Terence agreed warily. He opened his mouth again, but Fred was already fishing in his pocket. "Here," he said, tossing Terence the truck keys. "Don't burn all the fuckin' gas." "Thanks, Pa." Terence left. Fred heard a brief conversation on the porch, tones of disappointment and acceptance -- and a woman's voice? Then they were gone, before he could lever himself out of the chair and go take a look. Two hours later, the truck pulled back in. Fred, now paying more attention, heard faint voices coming from the garage, along with various thumps and bangs. He waited for a commercial to come on and headed out to satisfy his curiosity. There WAS a woman there with Terence! A white bitch! Kind of chunky -- she looked familiar... "Who's this?" Fred announced himself. Terence looked up warily from where he and the woman were looking at some drawings on the workbench. "This is Beth. You've met her -- that day we were moving furniture at her house..." Suspicion flared in Fred. "Okay, so, what's she doin' here? You fucking her?" Terence wasn't up to fancy footwork in such things; Fred would have caught him out if they'd been alone. But Beth was there to answer sarcastically, "Are you always this charming? I pity your wife -- women must fall for that kind of thing in droves..." Fred rocked under the hit. "Yeah, well, you haven't answered my question..." "We're working on some furniture, Pa. I wanted to do something custom and I asked Beth's opinion because she's seen that kind of stuff before." He looked disgusted. "Did you really have to come out with that?" Fred chewed his cheek. "Last time I saw her she was in her bathrobe." "And you asked about it and we TOLD you she does shift work!" Terence rasped. "She's a nurse -- she works with Mama -- okay?" "Yeah, well, some weird shit went down..." Fred's voice trailed off. Beth nearly let her head of steam get away from her, "If we WERE having sex, would it be any of your business?" Turning to Terence, she added, "Want to have sex, Sweetie? I'm sure we can find a flat spot around here somewhere..." Fred backed down, "Alright, alright! I'm sorry, okay?" "No, it's NOT okay!" Beth huffed. "If you're going to treat women like that, you should plan on sleeping with men!" She turned away, unable to contain herself after THAT jab. Fred turned an odd hue. "Uh... Sorry. Y'all go on with whatever..." He backed out of there. "Beth! Jeezus!" Terence gasped. "Well, he deserved it!" But she was grinning. "Maybe. What if he hits me up again?" "Tell him we fuck all the time -- I don't care WHAT he thinks!" Beth declared. "Besides, if you do, he probably won't believe you." "Well, what if he does? What if he wants to...?" "Tell him he'd better be a lot nicer when he asks or he can forget it!" Beth huffed. "He's NEVER going to get laid if he keeps peeing in the pool!" Fred knocked first the next time. "Louise wants to know if you want to stay to supper." "That might be nice," Beth allowed. "Toby is off somewhere... If it isn't too much trouble, I'd love to!" Fred glanced at what they were doing -- which looked like some kind of medieval torture device. "That's gonna be a bitch to lug around -- better find ways to take it apart." "Yeah, we're working on that," Terence admitted, while shutting things down and moving the other two toward the door; Pa was curious enough... At dinner, the women more or less isolated themselves by discussing medical and hospital issues; Fred took it for a while, then bolted his meal and got out of there before he could be bored comatose. Once he was gone, the three of them shifted to other subjects. "Does anyone know how things went today?" Beth asked. "I spoke to Damian," Louise replied. "All seemed well, but he was going home with Randy and the girls in order to provide some backup in case things got out of hand." Beth nodded and threw a thumb over her shoulder. "Is he always like he was today?" She related the incident in the garage. Louise nodded. "Pretty much." "Toby has this theory that he's covering his ass because he doesn't want anybody to get wind of the other thing," Terence explained. Louise nodded. "Could be, but it's a pain -- and it's getting worse!" Beth nodded. "He's being threatened -- and he knows that the tale is out there, so he doesn't know who might be looking at him and thinking, 'Yeah, he's queer, all right..." "Shhhh!" Terence waved his hands. "Jeezus!" Beth grinned. "Want to go home with me? That would REALLY freak him out!" "Beth! Gawd!" Louise exploded, laughing. His mother's reaction led Terence to say no -- something he regretted later, alone in bed...

Chapter 32

Authors/Thinkers_tales/The_Pact/Episode_2/The_Pact_2.32.txt

Thinking Horndog

The Pact: Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse

'Charmin' Harmon' Thornton swept his eyes over Donna Travers' mother and nodded to himself as he finished the introduction, "My name is Harmon Thornton -- your daughter Donna is dating my son Mac." "Is there a problem?" Noreen asked. 'This isn't going to be one of those 'Your daughter isn't good enough...' conversations, is it?' she wondered. "Oh, no!" Harmon declared, "I was impressed with young Donna the instant I laid eyes on her!" 'Something about the way she sucks cock and fucks doggie-style...' Harmon added to himself. "No, I was so impressed that I thought I should really meet her mother..." "It's very late..." Noreen muttered. "Yes, I know -- but the kids are out tonight and I was in the neighborhood... May I come in?" Harmon stepped forward and Noreen backed up automatically, given the proximity of Harmon's imposing presence. Actually, Harmon had been out looking for some action in his usual haunts and the pickings had been thin -- but he'd had young Donna and her mother in his head since his encounter with Donna the previous Saturday. Donna, never believing that Harmon would actually appear at her house, had given her address and a description of her mother -- who was an only vaguely wear-dated version of Donna herself... Noreen, therefore, bypassed Harmon's normal selection criteria -- which she wouldn't have met upon a mere visual inspection. But Donna had a hot pussy -- which Harmon fully intended to feel wrapped around his cock at some point -- and that led to the assumption that her mother would, too... "Donna is with Mac?" Noreen asked. "And several other male and female friends, no doubt, but yes, I'm sure they're together," Harmon smoothed things. "Mac is quite taken with Donna. Is Mr. Travers at home?" This was pure misdirection; Harmon knew that Noreen wasn't married. "There is no Mr. Travers," Noreen replied. "I'm not married." "Divorced?" "Uh, no..." This wasn't how Noreen preferred to discuss Donna's paternity, but they'd gotten there and she was stuck with it. "I see," Harmon was all sympathy. "So the relationship that led to Donna's conception didn't work out, then..." "No..." She'd been a Senior in high school, visiting her older sister at college -- and drunk at a frat party -- and the college boy had been smooth and practiced and said and did all of the right things, and his two buddies arrived after she was already naked and riding a cock... She never got ANYONE's name and when she turned up pregnant things went to Hell at home and she moved out. Life had been hard and lonely and Donna was the cornerstone of her existence; what she was going to do when her daughter spread her wings and left the nest, Noreen had no idea. Noreen didn't drink and she stayed away from men -- she had toys, but mostly she just avoided temptation and masturbated when things got too hard. When she hadn't followed up her mistake with three other children, her parents realized that they'd been too harsh and there had been a reconciliation -- and Noreen had done her best to turn it all off and continue to prove herself worthy... "How sad," Harmon commiserated. Harmon was an accomplished womanizer -- largely because he'd never met a woman deep enough and sexy enough to hold him. They all seemed to have the same drives -- more money and protection-oriented than sexual. He could read Noreen's face readily -- and what he saw there was VERY interesting... He sensed fear -- but there was blood in the water, too. Noreen seldom got close to ANY man and NEVER approached anyone with Harmon's charisma, and although Harmon loomed over her, he didn't overtly threaten -- and her body, denied its needs for so long, did certain things on its own. She could smell him, for instance -- and that smell brought a low-grade arousal that made her nipples tent her blouse. "You're very impressive. Do you go braless regularly?" "Wh--what?" Noreen's eyes popped. "You, uh, caught me changing clothes..." "I was lucky, then," Harmon mused. "The resemblance to Donna is remarkable. May I?" He reached out and placed a hand on her waist, sliding it under her blouse to caress her midriff. "I--I..." Harmon added a second hand on her midriff and Noreen stammered, "I don't think you..." "Got this familiar with your daughter?" Harmon finished for her. "Well, you'd be surprised. You ARE aware that Donna and Mac are having sex, aren't you, Darlin'?" "Wh--what?" Noreen gasped. "When I first laid eyes on Donna, she was sucking Mac's cock, actually," Harmon delivered a second blow. "She was absolutely naked -- and beautiful, I might add... May I?" His hands rose along Noreen's ribcage, taking her blouse with them. Noreen clamped her hands to her sides, but that merely trapped the wrinkled fabric under her armpits -- and above her breasts. "Yes, hers are very similar -- VERY similar..." Noreen's breasts had given up a bit of territory to gravity, but not a lot -- if anything, the slight droop added something, making them clearly genuine. "Beautiful nipples..." Harmon collected a breast in his hand, caressing it. He began lowering his head and Noreen threw up her hands, still pinning the blouse under her arms -- but instead of going for a breast, Harmon lowered his lips to hers. "Mmmm! Mmmm!" Noreen held her lips closed as her eyes popped at the invasion. She tried to push him away, but was limited by the way she was STILL tying up her blouse. Meanwhile, Harmon's other hand slipped under the elastic waistband of her culottes -- and bypassed the poor elastic of her raggedy panties in the process -- to rub her ass. "I bet that's similar, too. Do you shave? Donna has a little bikini trim triangle..." "Harmon!" Noreen croaked. She went after the hand on her breast with both hands, so Harmon let her have it -- and stand there holding his hand as he delved deep enough into the back of her panties to run a finger past her asshole to the bottom of her slit. He pulled the hand she was holding downward and she continued to clutch it -- which bent her at the waist and shoved her culottes and panties down a bit and granted Harmon's middle finger access to the very opening of her vagina! "Omigawd! Harmon!" It was IN THERE! Not far, but she couldn't figure out how to get it out... She started to raise up but Harmon's free hand slid forward to engage her breast again so she had to push it away. That bent her further and Harmon pressed outward with his arm and the elastic waistband of the culottes slid all the way to his wrist, baring her ass. "Yeah, Donna's looks just like that. Feels pretty much the same, too..." Harmon chuckled. He pumped the finger into her depths -- which were getting wet -- and then bypassed the opening on the way down her split to her clitoris. Noreen looked up, big-eyed. "You didn't f-feel it!" Harmon chuckled. "Darlin' I generally get my way around a woman, you know? Mac stopped me before things went too far, but I was rubbing her pussy more or less just like this..." His fingers rubbed Noreen's suddenly stiff clitoris. "I-- You-- We-- Donna..." Noreen didn't know where to start! She was confused and her body was betraying her and Harmon was telling her that Donna was easy and having sex with his son... She forgot about the hand on her breast and went reaching awkwardly for the one rubbing her clit. Finally, she gasped, "I don't do sex!" "You're overdue, Darlin'," Harmon replied, tugging the nipple she'd let him get at. "You're WAY overdue. And if you're anything like Donna, you want it..." She had his wrist, so he let her tug on it and pull it to the side -- which defeated her culottes and panties totally, allowing them to puddle on the floor. Noreen let go to snatch at them -- and missed -- and Harmon slid three fingers up and down her now soaking slot. "Please!" He had eight arms and they all seemed to be able to set her body on fire! Her mind was clouded -- she couldn't fight him! He kept saying things, and while she reeled from the blows to her psyche, he took more ground on her body! He said Donna was easy and Donna was fucking -- and by extension, SHE was easy... That resonated -- she knew that. But the things he said meant that Donna would soon be gone, and she would be alone and she would need... this... "I'm doin' my best, Darlin'," Harmon muttered, deliberately misunderstanding her. He kissed the back of her neck and she whined; her hands couldn't seem to decide whether to push at the hand on her breast, manipulating her nipple, or to hold it in place. She staggered a bit on the clothing bunched at her ankles and ended up extricating a foot -- and spreading her stance, granting Harmon further access. Nothing stopped him -- and everything she did made things worse... or better, maybe... The couch was right there, so Harmon settled on it, dragging Noreen with him.She ended up on his lap, on her back; Harmon leaned to one side so he could kiss her and bring a hand up from beneath her arm to fondle a breast while three fingers rode over her pubic bush to slide over her clit. She tried to lock his tongue out with her teeth, but he had control -- her body wanted him. A rush of pleasure enveloped her, rising from her clitoris, and her mouth opened and accepted his probe. "Thank God I'm wearing dress slacks," Harmon thought, "We're gonna fuck right here..." Noreen had all but surrendered. He unzipped and unbuckled and pushed his slacks down with one hand while keeping her busy with the other and his lips. Noreen's hands got under his shirt at some point and that seemed to be it -- she was clutching and rubbing. He kicked free of everything below the waist but his socks and rolled up, lifting one of her legs so he could get between them. The touch of Harmon's cock on her nether lips brought a burst of something resembling clarity. "Omigawd! We're gonna fuck!" But she couldn't stop him -- she would have had to fight herself as much as him and she didn't have it in her. Instead, she clutched him to her as he pressed himself home... "Aaaaahhhh!" It was a chorus, mutual. Noreen had always been hot-blooded; it had literally been a choice between doing absolutely nothing and surrendering to her nature -- and she had chosen to put Donna first. Now, faced with no choice in the matter, there was going to be backlash... "This chick is somebody's mother?" Harmon marveled. "This is the tightest fucking pussy I've had in YEARS!" It was INCREDIBLE! He COULDN'T pound her -- he had to fight pneumatic suction going both ways! "OMIGOD! OMIGOD!" Noreen gasped. "So... you... don't... do... sex..." Harmon puffed, pushing and pulling against the clutch of her clasping cunt. "FUCK! FUCK!" Noreen's eyes rolled up and she convulsed. Harmon had to wait while she clamped down on him so tightly that he couldn't move -- but when she came back, she'd gone over totally to the Dark Side -- it was there in her eyes! "More! More! Fuck me! Omigawd!" she howled. She loosened up a little bit, too -- just enough and not too much -- and Harmon started getting a stroke on. Noreen was well worth the effort, Harmon mused -- she was hotter than a firecracker! Harmon had a 'standard stroke' -- a kind of lazy poke that maximized pleasure for himself and was generally more than adequate for his partners -- but Noreen wouldn't allow him to use it! She put her feet on the couch cushions and threw her pussy up at him, driving him to pump faster and faster, rattling him and throwing him off his game -- but oddly, she didn't interfere with the pleasure deliveries. As a result, in what seemed to Harmon to be record time, he was fighting off orgasm. "Close..." he panted, hammering away like a teenager. Noreen, wild-eyed, howled, "DO IT! GIVE ME BABIES!" She picked up her legs and pushed her ankles into him behind his thighs, literally trying to pull him in deeper! Harmon couldn't escape -- and he didn't want to! Noreen's yell went straight to his hindbrain and turned loose the animal instincts there and he yelled wordlessly and poured a flood of semen just as deep into her as he could push his cock! Noreen screamed and threw another manic orgasm as she felt the powerful pulses paint her cervix white, clutching him to her and surging against him, trying mindlessly to merge with him. It took a couple of minutes for either of them to come back to earth. Harmon was just AMAZED! He'd sampled the charms of dozens of women in his time -- his polished approach was the result of constant practice -- but Noreen had come out of left field with this incredible response curve -- he hadn't had a fuck like that in YEARS! Now she lay there, looking up at him, apparently waiting for something... Harmon had no idea what, either, so he said, "Couches are nice, Darlin', but I like beds better. Can we move to yours?" Noreen, not trusting herself to speak, nodded and waited for him to climb off her. Was he a rapist? Huh! She would have one Hell of a time proving it after screaming for him to impregnate her at the top of her lungs! She gathered up her clothing and he gathered his, and she took his hand and led him to her bedroom. Once there, they just tossed their clothing on the floor and climbed on the bed and Harmon launched into his standard preparatory procedure for a second fuck -- but his usual urgency was lacking. Instead, he took his time, dragging out steps that usually took only a couple of minutes. Noreen absorbed all of his efforts with obvious enjoyment and played clumsily with his cock, but something was up -- she didn't speak. Harmon, being a practiced womanizer, was religious about rubbers -- but when he got down to deliver a little cunnilingus to get Noreen ready for his second penetration, he ran straight into the creampie evidence of the fact that he'd failed to protect either of them. "Uh, Darlin'? About birth control..." Noreen finally spoke. In a hollow voice, she related, "I don't use any. I haven't had sex with a man in, well, a very long time -- and I didn't expect to. In the past, avoiding it wasn't hard..." There were tears in her eyes. 'I've done it again!' she wailed internally. "Good God, Darlin'! How long...?" Harmon had gathered this instinctively during the seduction, but Noreen was apparently telling him that she'd been doing without for a lot longer than he'd assumed... "Years," Noreen croaked. "I needed to provide a home for Donna..." She covered her eyes. "Donna was a mistake -- well, that's not really how I generally put it. She was an unexpected, happy consequence of the night I lost my virginity. I was drunk and horny and three different guys had me..." She released a sob. "Now I've done it again..." Harmon climbed back up to caress her cheek. "You needed it, Darlin'. You shouldn't have denied yourself like that!" "I couldn't let Donna have a slut for a mother! My parents..." Noreen couldn't go on -- she collapsed into sobs. Harmon found himself cuddling her and trying to soothe her pain. "It'll be all right..." Oddly, he had polished tools for everything but this... "The genie is out of the bottle," Noreen sniffled. "Besides, it's over, anyway. Donna is having sex... At least she's on birth control, unlike her stupid mother!" After a minute, she shuddered and got a grip on herself. "How is it that you saw her...?" "Naked?" Harmon finished. "I came home last Saturday night and she and Mac and another couple were having sex. I stayed out of sight until Mac left and then introduced myself..." "Like you did to me?" Noreen asked, eyeing him. "We didn't get that far," Harmon admitted. "Mac returned before it could happen -- besides, I intended to just, well, poke a hole in her defenses I could use later. Watching her suck and fuck Mac was a revelation -- she was HOT! And I don't generally hunt down her body type..." "Or mine," Noreen eyed him. "Pretty lecherous of you, wasn't it?" Harmon frowned. "Darlin', you need some background, I guess. Mac got his early experience crawling into bed with women I brought home. We have an agreement, sort of -- and Mac owes me. But he made it pretty clear that he doesn't owe me Donna," he added ruefully. "So..." "I asked Donna what her momma looked like," Harmon related. "I doubt seriously that she ever expected me to show up here, or she'd have warned you." "What happens if...?" "You turn up pregnant?" Harmon finished. "I'll pay for it -- one way or another." "I couldn't ask..." "You did it alone the first time, right? No need to do it again. In the meantime, the damage is done." He rolled atop her. "Harmon? I'm... not some floozie... Well, I might be, now..." "No, you're not," Harmon agreed. "But... Look, I admit to coming here looking for an easy piece -- and you were virtually defenseless, so I couldn't have passed it up if I tried. But that just points up the fact that you're NOT some floozie..." "You've ruined me," Noreen breathed. "I had things under control..." "I freed you," Harmon argued. "You should never have boxed yourself up like that -- you're too passionate." "Well, in any case, you're right -- the damage is done..." Noreen released herself, the tension flowing out of her. "Let's do it again -- I might as well get my fill..." "Your wish is my command, Darlin'!" Harmon positioned himself and pressed forward into Noreen's depths."I need to know that you're not just..." Mark cocked his head. "Just what?" "I don't know! Playing? Practicing your technique with the ugly girl you don't want bad enough to have sex with?" Janice's voice took on a bitter tone. Mark got mad. "Where in the Hell did THAT come from?" "I know how it is! My parents..." Mark blinked, confused. "What about them?" "They h-hate each other -- and it's ALL MY FAULT!" "Really? Tell me about it..." Janice blurted the whole sordid tale -- how Janice's father Tom used his mother for some quick fun and how Janice's father used his political power to force Tom to marry her when she turned up pregnant -- and how it turned her home into an armed camp. "God! That's TERRIBLE!" Mark gasped at the end of it. Looking at Janice, it was as if he could see how her childhood had twisted her and stunted her. "Janice, Honey, I'm not like that. I don't know if I can promise happily ever after, but I KNOW I'm not here to take advantage of you! Think about it -- don't you sit with me? Don't you go out with me? Doesn't everybody know you're with me?" "Well, yeah..." "Why would I do that if...?" "Well why won't you, you know, do it?" Janice asked. "Is it because you don't want to get in too deep?" Uncharacteristically, Mark grinned. "How deep is too deep? This deep?" He measured off a couple of inches between his thumb and forefinger. "I can probably only go this deep..." He put up his hands for an approximate measurement of the length of his erection. Janice goggled. "What?" "I was trying to make a joke!" Mark apologized. "Oh." Janice switched tracks and pondered for a minute, then broke into a smile. "I think whatever you can manage will be fine..." "Janice, Honey, I have been slow because I respect you and I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage..." "Well, I know that now, I guess," Janice muttered. "What WOULD your folks say?" Mark pressed. "Well..." Janice looked bothered. "Momma would be glad for me, except..." "Except what?" "Momma SWEARS that if Daddy finds out, he'll do it to me, too -- and keep doing it. I might even replace Momma as his last resort..." "Jeezus!" Mark gasped. "He would have sex with you?" "Momma says if he catches me, it will be some kind of betrayal, and he'll do it to get even. He'll use me because I'm taking advantage of him the way Momma did -- or at least, that's how HE sees it..." "I don't see how we can do it," Mark mused. "I can't expose you to that!" "Just the fact that we're together may be enough," Janice theorized. "If I get too happy..." She shrugged. "That's why I would rather do it with you. I want to know how it is supposed to be before Daddy does anything..." That made a twisted kind of sense, Mark realized. Who could he take this to? "Have you talked to anybody about this?" "Well..." Janice looked evasive. "Honey, I want to help..." Janice pursed her lips. "Wait here." She kissed him and went out. Amy and Toby took some locating, but she managed it -- they were outside, by the pool, necking, trying to get some time of their own. "I need help," she said simply. "Mark..." Janice made the appeal to Amy, but Toby responded, "He's worried that he'll trigger something." "Yes. I think it could happen, anyway," Janice replied. "Just feeling the way I do..." "You can't talk to your father about this," Toby told her. "You're not allowed. It's more than just us telling you not to, too. Your mother is also protected." "Well, that's good -- but is it good enough?" Janice asked. "Let's go see Mark," Amy said quietly. "We can discuss things openly and then, well, cover them over -- but he'll understand." She got up and let Janice lead them to Mark in the guest room. Mark wondered why he wasn't surprised. "Toby. Amy." The pair linked hands. Toby said, "Things are ugly at Janice's..." and Amy projected the awful aura of hatred and resentment and distrust that lived there as a fourth occupant of the home. Mark grimaced and shuddered, then blanched. "How did you DO that?" "It's a long story," Toby replied. "You won't remember it when this conversation is over; I hate to say that, but it's how it has to be. Now, we're going to try to fix things -- but that will probably involve tearing Janice's home apart. Frankly, it should have happened long ago..." He paused. "Janice is going to need your support." "She has it," Mark said seriously. "Squirrel is my girl." He tugged Janice to him. "She needs... validation," Amy told Mark. "That's why she wants what she wants. She thinks she's too ugly and too stupid and -- well, you name it -- for anyone to love her." "She's wrong," Mark declared. "Janice," Toby turned to the thin girl. "Mark does not lie." "Okay..." Janice's eyes blurred with tears. She knew that Toby did not lie, either. "We have put some protections in place," Amy explained to Mark. "Janice is shielded from her father on the subject of her relationship with you. Where she fears him on other scores and it inhibits her, she has blocks in place to help her in dealing with this. Her mother is also capable of doing whatever is necessary to keep her daddy from finding out anything suspicious. Janice is concerned that her attitude might trigger something -- and maybe that is valid. If it looks like she is going to be in trouble, she will call you -- and you will call us." There was more to it -- if Janice couldn't reach Mark, she would bypass him and go straight to Toby. Toby made a note to visit Abigail in case Janice was unable to call... Both got spot-memorization of Toby and Amy's contact numbers. "We're going to back out now," Toby told the couple. "We were never here." Linked, he and Amy enforced his words. "You had a long talk and Mark knows everything. Now you can move forward...." They backed out of the room and closed the door. Toby stood outside the door with his head down. <This goes way beyond...> <Does it?> Amy argued. <Or is this what we're here for?> Toby shook his head -- he didn't know. ---------------------------------- Inside the room, Mark picked Janice up as if she were a doll and placed her on the bed, then draped himself over her and began sucking her spiky nipples. "We can move forward, or we can wait," he told her, "You KNOW how I feel about you..." Janice did, too. For the first time in her life, something positive was a certainty. "I want to move forward." Mark ran his fingers over her cleft. "You're a little dry." "I want to suck you." "Let's do sixty-nine, then -- you on top." He rolled off her onto his back and she got up and draped her spindly form over his and sucked in his scrotum. "Uuuhhh! God, that feels so good..." Mark grunted, then pulled her narrow butt down so he could attack her split with his tongue. He kept at it until Janice tried to scream in joy around his testicles, then let up. "Okay, you climb on now. Take your time -- don't hurt yourself." Janice got up and turned around, then went to her knees, straddling Mark's thickly-muscled torso. Licking her lower lip, she reached for his thick tool and positioned it, then locked eyes with Mark and dropped onto him, impaling herself on his erection! "Jeezus!" Mark gasped, his eyes bulging. Janice's did, too! "Uuuuuhhh!" "You didn't have to hurt yourself!" Mark gasped. "I didn't want to go slow and have it not happen and have to try again..." Janice panted, clearly in pain. Mark shook his head. Fear drove her to do the damnedest things..."Well, just wait until it feels better..." 'If I don't shrink to a nub!' he added to himself. He, too, had been hurt, and knowing she was hurting didn't help his erection. But Janice was rocking back and forth, little by little, and as she did, Mark's cock moved deeper into her. After a minute or so, he was all the way in. Janice changed to a more forward and back motion that rubbed her clitoris on his shaft -- not because she knew what she was doing, exactly, but because by experiment she discovered that it felt good -- and slowly shifted from there to something with a vertical component. Leaning forward a bit, she laced her fingers in Mark's and leaned on her hands and began to pump, maintaining the drag of her clit along the upper surface of Mark's cock and cycling down and back and in and up and forward and out. Initially, this got mixed reviews from Mark, but as she put more and more vertical into the stroke it began to work for him. The early tendency of his cock to go lank after the painful penetration went away and his cock solidified and swelled to its full length and girth -- which made things better and better for both of them. Pretty soon, Janice was shuttling right along and grunting and gasping and puffing and blowing -- and orgasm rose up out of nowhere and nearly knocked her out of the saddle! "OooooOOOOooooOOOMIGAAAAWWDD!!!" she wailed, and nearly fell off as her legs started twitching and her belly locked up to support the rolling pulses her orgasm triggered in her vagina. "URRRGH!" Mark grabbed Janice's hips, pinned her to him, pulled her to him by one shoulder, and rolled them over as a system so he could take over. Janice found herself on her back with her knees up and Mark plowing her furrow rapidly. He reached under her and grabbed her shoulders from behind and sucked in a spiky nipple and rumbled like a bear while he pounded her, making sure she went nowhere -- not that she had any such intention! He was up just high enough to be rubbing her clit on every down-stroke and the intensity began to build again almost immediately! Gentle lovemaking had turned into frantic fucking -- and neither of them cared!For Janice, the rollercoaster bottomed out, then rose, crested, and flashed into a screaming free-fall that caused her to scratch furrows in Mark's back, but he roared and exploded in her, unaffected, before collapsing on her and sucking her neck, panting, wondering, "Why does my back sting?"

Chapter 12

Authors/Thinkers_tales/The_Pact/Episode_5/The_Pact_5.12.txt

Torx73 / MLyons

Cindy - The Professor's Bane

'Naughty, Naughty Professor Johnson.' It was written in flowery handwriting on a pink envelope, which somehow seemed to be consistent with the bubbly girl who had just given it to him. "Go ahead and open it up, silly!" The petite blonde sat across from his desk, giggling--her bare calves playfully swinging in front of her. Her flirty ponytail played along the back of her neck. There was something strange about Cindy. It was unusual for any of his students not to be intimidated by him--his reputation was not what it used to be. He was notorious for being the professor you don't want to get. He couldn't help it; the University had really gone downhill. Years ago, so far back he could hardly remember anymore, he harbored a genuine liking for his female students. They were so pretty and doe-eyed, and he even enjoyed teaching. When he started becoming intimate with them, however, his affection slowly degraded into carnal sexual desire, where he started down a spiral of deviance that culminated in his unfortunate relationship with Sarah Jennings. After he said "goodbye" to her ten years ago, he managed to break the chain, but the price was a growing vindictiveness in the classroom that had become almost legendary. He would often subtly scold and demean the cute girls who braved an office visit while his mind flooded with deviant sexual fantasies in which the pretty girls took a leading part--submitting to his imaginary "discipline" for being such whiny brats. With her ribbed t-shirt stretched around her slender torso, her sweet smile, and her sickening naivety, Cindy would fill that part in his mind nicely. He imagined her as a closet sex fiend with the impatience of a child, unable to keep her hands off herself. He had visions of cuffing her wrists overhead on a hook and whipping her bare bottom with cat-o-nine-tails for being such a horny little girl-slut. It was times like this that he really missed Sarah Jennings. He shook the images off. "Miss Kelly," he groused, regarding the envelope with only a cursory glance, "I really don't have time for games today. Is there anything academic I can help you with?" Something about her twinkling smile and the troubling words on the envelope made him uneasy. Lord knows, he had some skeletons in his closet, but the idea of someone like Cindy digging them out was laughable. This must have been some kind of freshman joke, or maybe even a proposition. "Nope! Nothing like that," she answered his question cheerily. "I really think you ought'a open up that envelope, though." Johnson paused at her lack of deference to him, and looked at her suspiciously. He opened the envelope, and silently paged through the documents within--shocked. It was a collection of bank records that he immediately recognized as his own--an account that was completely independent of his University earnings. It was the one he'd used to store the money he'd managed to skim from his additional employer in the private sector. His mind reeled, but he tried to hide his swelling concern. "What is this, Miss Kelly?" "Oh, come on, Professor. You know what it is," she said coyly. Johnson couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Where did? Where did you get this?" "That's not really important, Professor. What's important is that if I give these papers to your boss, Mister Tyrney at Young Industries, he might start an investigation, and you know what? I'll bet you'll get in trouble." She giggled at him.Was this waif of a teenager actually blackmailing him? Who the fuck was this girl? Johnson's uneasiness turned to panic. He did his best to feign a laugh. "Uhm. Miss Kelly, I think that--" "Such a naughty old man," she ignored him. "Do you want to go to jail?" Johnson's heart was racing. If Tyrney saw these records, he'd tell Karl Young about it and have Johnson's ass. This was a question of hundreds of thousands of dollars stolen from Young's pocket over the last 10 years, and he was a powerful and ruthless man, especially for those in whom he'd placed so much trust. In fact, Johnson would not only lose his retirement, he'd lose the rest of his life--wallowing in a jail cell, or worse, for who knows how long, and then having nothing to show for it when he came out on the other side. "Miss Kelly--" "It's not a hard question, is it Professor?" Her sweet demeanor was despicable to him. Johnson's stomach was in knots. He wanted to slap her, but behind her cute eyes was deadly serious intent. He shook his head, more in disbelief than as an answer to her question. "Cindy, I don't know what you think--" "That's what I thought. Now, are you going to be a good boy?" "What?" "It'll be fun, I promise!" "What do you mean? Please, just," he exhaled, trying to control his exasperation. "What do you want?" "Lots of things, Professor!" Cindy bubbled as if she'd just been asked what she wanted for Christmas. "I'll tell you what. You're probably kinda surprised, huh? I'll meet you here at the end of the day, say 4 O'Clock? And you can tell me what you decide." Johnson was stunned. "I don't understand. Decide what?" "Whether or not you're going to go to jail, silly!" She reached her small hand across his desk and pushed on his shoulder. He was shocked and in disbelief at her playful sincerity. Why was she doing this? He wanted to ask, but he could only manage, "Wh. . . Why--" Her smile had dissolved just as easily as it had appeared. "Because, you deserve it." She opened the door and flitted out of his office--her flowing skirt bouncing along the back of her knees. Johnson was left alone. His eyes were blurry with panicked distress and furious anger. Maybe she just wanted money. His only copy of these documents had been locked in a cabinet at home. How did she get these? A realization struck him. He opened the drawer in his office desk that held the extra house keys he kept there. His suspicions were confirmed when he found them missing--who knows for how long. "Fuck!" - - - - "So, Mister Johnson, are you going to play with me?" Her sweet smile made him wince with disgust. Was she for fucking real? He tried to remain calm. "What do you want, Cindy?" Ignoring any semblance of his authority, she walked around to his side of the desk. "Well, you're a little dog, aren't you, Professor?" "What did you say!" The absolute nerve! "A naughty, dirty little doggy." She spoke directly to his face--the strong grape scent of her bubble gum assaulting his nose. The way she provocatively said the words made his dick stir despite himself. He couldn't believe she was saying these things. What a fucking cock-tease, he thought. "Here." She said as she tossed another envelope onto his desk. "Open it." When he opened the envelope he was in for his second demoralizing shock of the day. Inside were a number of pictures of his younger self, fucking his students at home. They were grainy, but clear enough that he could recognize himself and the girls. He paused at a picture of him with his dick buried in some strawberry blonde whose name he couldn't remember. His cocky face stared into the camera as if he was giving himself a thumbs up. He was humiliated and his anger stirred anew. She must have found the videotapes in his house. He imagined this little brat rifling through his things and suddenly felt completely exposed. "I like that one, Professor." Her little finger pointed to his naked body. "My God." "See, I told you--a little doggy." She giggled and skipped back to the chair opposite his desk. "Tell me what you are, Professor." Johnson looked at her. He would not submit to this cocky, insignificant bitch. "Fuck you, Cindy." "Oh. So you've decided then!" Cindy made no hesitation in grabbing her cell phone from a pocket in her skirt. He wanted to rip it out of her hand and smash it against the wall. He wanted to lunge across the desk and smack her face, but she was so small. He knew he would be carted away for assault. "Stop. Wait. I'm sorry. Cindy!" She held the phone to her ear with her eyes on his, waiting for the response she wanted to hear. "Yes, may I speak with Mister Ronald Tyrney please?" she said. "I have some information for him. Thank you." Her eyes didn't leave Johnson's. She wasn't bluffing. She covered the phone mic and giggled, "You know what? I hear Ronald's kind of a perv, I wonder if he'd like some of those videotapes of yours too." "I'm a... I'm a naughty doggy." This was unreal. Cindy punched the keypad to end the call. "Good! That wasn't so hard was it?" She put her phone back in her pocket. "You know what naughty doggies do, don't you, Professor?" Johnson sat silently, seething at her. "They get down on their hands and knees." "What is this game you're playing, Cindy? You're making a mistake." Johnson was desperate to talk his way out of this ridiculous situation. "No, no mistake. Down on your knees, right here." She pointed to the floor just below her swinging legs. "Just like a doggy!" Johnson rose out of his chair. He felt like he was out of his body, taking demeaning orders from a bratty 19-year-old she-devil. He wanted to teach her a lesson. He wanted to grab her pony tail by the fist, pull her roughly over his knee, yank her skirt down to her knees and spank her bare bottom like the disobedient child she was. He certainly hadn't expected this. What was he going to do? "Cindy, please, this isn't really necessary." "Sh Sh," she wagged her finger at him. "Doggies don't talk, Professor." His breath shortened in his tight chest. He couldn't believe he was going to do this. He lowered himself onto his knees, and then on all fours in his own office. Even in his subservient position, he couldn't help but notice how gorgeous she was, in a very petite kind of way. She was certainly thinner and less busty than he usually went for, but those bare, slender calves underneath that skirt would have been almost irresistible under better circumstances--even at his age. "That's better! See now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Her perky breasts shook slightly underneath her stretched t-shirt as she adjusted herself in her chair. This dainty doll of a girl who he could practically throw across the room had him just where he would have wanted her. "Now stick your tongue out and pant for me," her tone was serious. Was she insane? "Pant?" "One more word out of you, you naughty old man, and I'm gonna go call your perv friend, Ronald. Now pant for me little doggy," Cindy chided. "Come on, be a good boy." She wagged her sparsely freckled calves in front of his face. Johnson could feel his erection betraying him despite his anger and humiliation. In fact, his hard on only fueled his anger further. He simply didn't know what else to do. He opened his mouth, stuck his tongue out and started to pant like a dog. He could feel the cold air drying his tongue, and his forehead slowly saturated with sweat. "Good, good. Pant for me." She giggled at him from her seat, rubbing one of her silky calves against his nose. He could smell her lotion. "You're so cute!" Johnson pulled his tongue back in and started to say something. "Don't you speak!" she raised her impatient voice for the first time. His cock throbbed without regard for the sickness in his stomach as he caught a glimpse of the white panties underneath her skirt. "I'll do the talking! Now, pant." Johnson stuck his tongue out again. Cindy grabbed one of the photos off his desk. "Did you fuck her, little doggy?" She held the photo in front of his face. It was a picture of some blonde bimbo he'd fucked countless years ago. He couldn't remember her name. She had big tits and was on her knees, busily licking his balls. "Do you like her?" Cindy was teasing him as she indicated that he should nod. He simply nodded. He had no choice. "Do you like her? Yeah? Do you? Go get her!" Cindy tossed the photo toward the corner of his office. I floated over and landed underneath a metal framed, green vinyl chair. "Go ahead, doggy, fetch." Johnson didn't move. No fucking way, he thought. "Come on now." She stood up and then bent over beside him. He saw her ass sticking out under her skirt. Her thin fingers reached between his legs behind him. She grabbed his hard cock over his suit pants, and squeezed his balls and the bottom of his pole as if they were throttle controls. "Yay! You do like her." Her reaction was exceptionally giddy, almost as if it was a relief. She wanted him to be hard. "Go ahead, now. Fetch!" She tightened her grip on his scrotum until he felt a little pain. "No. No!" He shifted his legs in an instinctive reaction to get her fucking hand off his balls--feeling like a horny, degraded animal being groped by a teenage veterinary assistant. "Yes, come on." Cindy had no sympathy for his predicament. She simply walked along side him like a trainer, continuing to squeeze just hard enough and repeating her command, "Fetch, doggy, fetch." Johnson finally got the debasing message and began crawling over to the corner. Cindy insistent fingers squeezed and pulled his ball sack the whole way--serving as a sick motivation for him to perform his trick.She giggled at him. "I thought you liked her. Pick it up with your teeth and bring it back." Johnson couldn't believe she was capable of this, her hand still kneading his sensitive ball sack like a piece of dough. "Good boy!" Cindy grabbed the photo from his mouth. "Do you like me, too, Professor?" She seemed very anxious to confirm his cock's reactions to her. She knelt in front of him and brushed her tiny nose against his a few times like she was cuddling her puppy. "Do you?" His dick became even harder. He nodded and panted, not daring to disobey her again. "I thought so." Cindy stood up and stepped over to the ratty green sofa in the corner of his office. "Naughty dogs like the young girls, don't they, Professor?" She lifted her smooth leg up so that her knee was on the seat of the couch beside the armrest, her white sneaker dangling over the edge. Her other leg, bare from the top of her short white sock to the middle of her thigh, wrapped around to the other side of the armrest. The edge of her flowing skirt dangled in thin folds around her skin. She bent over, causing her skirt to ride up the back of her creamy thighs just enough to reveal a small hint of her white panties covering the crack of her ass. She whipped her flowing ponytail around so that it dangled next to her shoulder, and she looked back at him. "Did you fuck them like this, Professor?" she said with a confounding air of sexually charged innocence. God, she was sexy, and yet he despised her. He couldn't help but nod once again. His eyes were fixated on her panties, straining to catch a glimpse of her girlish twat underneath. God, he wanted to take her. He couldn't help but entertain the idea that perhaps this was her sick way of coming on to him. "Yeah, I saw it on your videos." The tight t-shirt encasing her perky breasts came to rest on the arm of the couch. Her panties, and her tight ass were clearly visible now, dangling off the edge. Her head lay sideways on the couch arm as her bright, blue eyes looked at him. So she had gotten into his videos. It was mortifying to think that this 19-year-old knew more about his conquests than he did. He was captivated by her display, and disgusted by his arousal. He felt out of control. "Yes, you're naughty, aren't you? A naughty doggy!" she scolded him a little too loudly, making him nervous that someone on the other side of the door might hear. Johnson nodded. His cock was stubbornly pushing against the underwear underneath his loose suit pants. "Aw. I guess you really don't want to go to jail, huh? Now, tonight you're going to come over to my dorm room, aren't you? Are you going to come to my dorm tonight, little doggy?" Johnson winced at her mocking patronization. He didn't know what to expect anymore. How far was she going to take this? "Good," she nodded briskly, not bothering to wait for his answer. "I'll see you there at seven--Bowie Hall, room 345. Don't be late, now." Cindy got up and started to gather her things. Was that it? What the hell was she doing here? What was the point of all this? "Wait." "Bad doggy, bad, bad!" Cindy shouted again, dropping everything and stepping toward him. He cringed, actually feeling distressed at what she might do and nervous that people outside the office might hear. She knelt down and grabbed his gray hair, pulling it so that his face was forced to look at her. Her other hand reached under him, recklessly seized his dick and squeezed. He might have doubled over if it hadn't been for her grip on his hair. She leaned down so her strawberry lips were only inches from his. "What's the matter, doggy? You wanna fuck?" she squeezed his cock and balls. The promise of masculine pain, just on the edge of her grip frightened him. He fought against the instinct to reach underneath and slap her groping hand away. "Damn, Professor." Her voice almost seemed as if she couldn't believe his obstinate boner, which felt to him like it was the size of a greenhouse cucumber. Fuck her! She didn't deserve to make him feel like this. "God, you're so pathetic," she said with a charged whisper. She kneaded him like he was nothing more than her cock-slave. "Well, if you want to fuck, come on over tonight and we'll see if you deserve it. Don't be late." Dressed in the suit he wore previously, Johnson stepped out of his car in the dormitory parking lot. It was 7:02 pm, and he was late. Sweat leaked from his forehead. His stomach was tight, and his breathing was laced with fearful butterflies. It was almost intoxicating. His hard-on was beginning to return even as he walked through the dorm's lobby and made his way for the stairs. He was confused by her intentions, especially by the last thing she'd said in his office. Somehow it made him extremely nervous. The din in the dorm was typical of a party school. Rock music thumped throughout the hall, various doors were open and students milled through the littered hallway carrying on like drunk kids who had their parents' house to themselves for the weekend. It was typical for a Friday night. The occasional student wandering by gave him a strange look. Luckily the hallway outside Cindy's room was relatively quiet and empty. He took in the filthy excess of his surroundings and shuddered at what she might have in store for him. Johnson paused in front of room 345. He realized at that moment that his hands shivered. He simply didn't know what to expect from the tiny bitch. He had hated his subservience earlier, and yet she turned him on. He nervously straightened his suit, wiping off some lint, and finally he started to raise his hand to knock when the door suddenly opened. Cindy held the door open, looking up at her college professor. Her hair was pulled back tightly into another ponytail. He immediately noticed the bright sheen of the taut blonde hair above her forehead. She wore a pair of very short, blue shorts that exposed her toned upper thighs all the way down her slender calves to her sneakers. Johnson noted with some dread the words embroidered across her breasts on her tight-fitting, black T-shirt: "Boy Beater". Cindy took a lollipop out of her mouth and bounced up in a slight hop with a smile on her face. "Professor!" She stretched her body upward and gave him a peck on the cheek, taking him by surprise. "You're a little late, Professor," she finally scolded with a smirk. He was prepared to offer her money. "Cindy, now listen. I thought we might talk this over, and I think after you hear what I have to say--" "Professor Johnson, I told you not to be late." Cindy was confoundedly cute, even as she scolded him. Johnson felt his hard-on returning despite his best efforts to control himself. "Why don't you get on your hands and knees," Cindy smiled, holding her lollipop dismissively to the side. "What, here?" Johnson said, looking around the empty hallway. He was starting to become panicked. "Now, Cindy--" "Come on, Professor. I thought you'd made up your mind. Do it." Johnson was trapped. He didn't dare leave. He looked around and saw no one. The thumping of rock music blared distantly through the halls. Humiliated and vulnerable, he followed her orders. "Good doggy! Do you want my sucker?" she dangled her glistening lollipop in front of his face. Johnson was mortified, and worried that someone would see him like this. Still, somehow he wanted it. He shook his head no in defiance of his own instincts, but he wanted to taste her mouth on it. "Fuck you, bitch." He said it to himself as much as to her. He needed to maintain some dignity. "Just for that you'll have to beg for it. Can you beg for me, little doggy?" Cindy mocked him by raising her hands up like they were a dog's front paws, reaching to its owner. "Come on, get up on your knees and beg." "Cindy, please. Don't." "I've got a phone right in here, Professor." He rose to his knees and lifted his hands to his shoulders, his fingers bent. He felt like a pathetic animal. "Oh, you're so cute," she fawned. "Why don't you unzip your pants for me." He couldn't believe it. "No, Cindy. Please." She shot him a disappointed look. "But I thought you wanted to play with me. I guess you don't though. Bummer." She stepped backwards and silently closed the door in front of him. Johnson watched the door close and instantly understood his predicament as if for the first time. His heart pounded. He looked up and down the hall. Could he actually do this? She was going to call Tyrney. "Jesus." He didn't know what to do. The bitch was actually going to call him! Still on his knees, he lightly knocked on the door like a helpless child. "Cindy," he whispered desperately. "Cindy, please." The door opened a crack, and Cindy peered out at him. "Did you take your dick out yet?" Mortified, he slowly unzipped his pants. His cock was hard. He was utterly shame-ridden. "Good." She opened the door the rest of the way and watched him. "Now jerk off," she whispered mercilessly. "Do you need a little help?" She reached for something behind the doorframe and grabbed what looked to be a photograph. "Here you go." She held it up to his face. It was a picture of him with a freckled, stick-legged redhead riding his cock. "Now sit up on your knees and jerk off for me. Don't forget to pant." Johnson nursed his dick, ignoring the picture and opting to stare at Cindy's slender body instead. God, it felt so good, and so horrible. Nervous sweat seeped from his forehead. "Yay." She bounced silently as if immensely pleased with herself. "Good, keep jerking your cock, Professor, and pant like a horny dog before I scream and leave you out here alone." "Shh, please, Cindy.He nervously checked the hallway. His hand massaged his dick while Cindy dismissively licked her sucker and watched him. Despite it all, he wanted to cum. His mind filled with thoughts of role reversal--of making this fucking cunt bark like a bitch while he porked her tiny, puckered anus. His fantasies were instinct, a defense mechanism. In a way, it was the only way his dignity could maintain a foothold. "Fuck you," he whispered frantically, his eyes leering at her body as if he had no choice. Her tongue lingered on her sucker as she smiled teasingly at his frustration. "Okay, that's enough, doggy." Cindy's sneaker painfully kicked at his hand, jerking it away from his urgently unsatisfied rod. He expelled a breath, betraying his need, but resisted giving her the satisfaction of any complaint. "Do you want it?" She dangled the cherry sucker in front of his face, holding it just out of reach. It was wet with the girl's spit. "Good boy! Come on," she motioned him inside by slapping her hand against her thigh, and then tossed the sucker on the carpet in her dorm room "Go get it!" Anxious to get out of the hallway, Johnson quickly crawled in with his dick bobbing like a loose, steel appendage between his legs. Johnson looked at the red lollipop sticking to the panty-littered carpet just below his head and wondered how things had come to this. "Rule number one, when Professor Johnson is a bad boy, he'll get punished." Cindy's springy hair bounced as she glanced down at her shirt. "I'm a `Boy Beater'," she bit her bottom lip in a bashful smile and stretched her shirt off her perky tits to show him the words, "See?" She giggled, and then allowed her tight shirt to bounce back home. He felt sick to his stomach. "Rule number two, Professor Johnson does whatever I say. Sit up, Professor." Cindy grabbed a pair of her dirty panties off the floor and slipped his wrists through the leg holes. "Twist your wrists so they're tight." Johnson moved his arms so that the panties twisted tightly around his wrists, binding them in front of him. He wanted to protest, but it seemed harmless. He could just twist out of them again. At least they were in relative privacy now. Cindy pushed him forward so that he landed on his elbows, the lollipop positioned below his face. She pointed to the sucker. "Finish it, doggy. No teeth--only your tongue. You need to practice." He looked at it, disgusted. "Cindy, please." "Rule number three, Professor Johnson doesn't get to cum until I say." She walked behind him and knelt between his legs--pinning down the pants that were stretched around his calves. "You'll like this game, Professor." Cindy produced another photograph. This one was of Sarah Jennings. She was sitting on his couch with her bare legs spread wide, her tits peaking over the top of her disheveled blouse and her hands cuffed in front of her. She was holding a bar glass with a fatigued look of surrender on her face. He remembered that night. The strange thrill made him forget where he was for an instant. His cock stiffened even more. "This is so you don't make a mess on my floor, Professor." She slipped the photograph on the floor under his cock. He then heard some kind of slurping sound behind him, and then felt her wrap her lubed fingers around him. "Oohhh." He couldn't help it. The feeling of the teenager's hand on his dick was amazing. "If you break any of the rules, Professor, you go to jail, and I'm pretty sure jail won't feel like this." Her hand started stroking up and down on the thick meat below his belly. "Now, I'm just going to rub your dick with my hand until you lick all the candy off of that lollipop. Remember, no teeth, you naughty cheater." Her hand felt so good. She would give him long strokes, and then she would squeeze the head, making it bob up and down as it reached out to meet her fingertips. Each time he came close to coming, she would stop. The panties binding his hands reminded him not to break the third rule by taking over the job himself. The lollipop seemed to grow bigger before his eyes. Johnson's throat groaned in frustration as his fingers frantically clawed at the filthy carpet below him. He could smell Cindy's dried urine on the panties that were binding his hands together. His elbows were developing rug-burn. His mouth seemed full with strands of cherry flavored hair. He licked at the sucker desperately. His cock was a dangling bundle of desperate nerve-endings, gripped tightly in Cindy's slippery hand. God, it felt so good. If she would just... keep... going. Cindy's hand released him. "Fuck! Oh-oh-oh!" he shuddered. Johnson shifted his legs frantically, desperate for orgasm--his cum just barely on the precipice of squirting out of his cock--yet she would not allow him to release it. The insidious nature of her game had become clear. "Lick your lollipop, Professor." After giving his imminent orgasm a chance to recede, she started yet again. Her hand slowly milked his cock like a cow's tit. Precum oozed out of its hole. Some of it served as lube for her stroking, the rest of it pooled in wet drops onto the photograph of Sarah below his crotch. Johnson had lost all sense of how long this had been going on. Cindy was a master cock-teaser--sometimes just faintly rubbing the very tip of his cock with her soft fingertips for minutes at a time--causing him to cry out with need and squirm in an attempt to get away from her. Johnson had become a quivering mess. "Lick it, doggy. You need your practice." He lapped his tongue across the lint covered cherry candy as fast as he could. Cindy offered him words of encouragement. "Is that good, doggy? You wanna lick my pussy like that, Professor?" He did, but only to tease her like she was doing to him. He wanted to fuck into her and squirt cum all over her cute face---using her lithe body as a cock-milker until he was satisfied and the spoiled slut was left handcuffed with no way to bring herself off. The fucking bitch's hand still kept kneading and rubbing his helplessly teased prick. Finally, the last of the candy was gone. "Yay, Professor! Now one more thing." She slid the precum-covered photo below his head. "Lick your goopy juice off of her." Her fucking fingers kept flicking and rubbing the tip of his cock. He wanted to scream. "Ooooooohhh. Fuck." His body shuddered, teetering on the edge, and she stopped. "Come on, lick off your nasty cock-slime, doggy." Her order was harsh, and plain. He was insane with the need to cum. His tongue slid along the photo, gathering his salty precum into his taste buds. He wished it was anyone other than Sarah in the photograph. "Good boy! Now, Professor, you were an awfully naughty boy getting here late, and for that I'm afraid you'll need to be punished," said Cindy, regretfully. Punished? What the fuck! "Let me cum!" he finally pleaded out of pure instinct. "Please, I want to cum." He started to sit up so he could untwist his hands free. "Ohhh, poor baby. No, no, no." She pushed insistently down on him, keeping him on all fours. "You have to do something first." Her hand held his, and to him it felt like that of a spoiled child, yet this teenager was clearly more world-wise than her bubbly demeanor let on. Just feeling her youth through her hand as she led him like a four year old down the empty hall both intensified his attraction for her, and amplified the humiliation and frustration he was feeling. She opened the door to the communal women's bathroom and led him inside, locking the door behind her. "Now Professor. I want you to shave. Not to worry, though, I bought you a razor and some shaving cream." She pulled them out of a grocery bag she carried from her room. Johnson took the cream, wondering what punishment could be worse than what he had just been through. He started lathering up his face. "No, no, no!" Cindy scolded, frowning. Johnson was confused, "You said you wanted me to--" "No, not your face, stupid. Wipe that off. Here," she handed him a towel. He took the towel and wiped the shaving cream from his face. "Now, take off your clothes." "My clothes? No, I...." The mystery of his punishment was starting to come into focus. "Yes, your pants, your shirt and your underwear. Come on, Mister Johnson." Cindy was starting to get agitated, "I haven't got all night." Not wanting to test her again, Johnson resigned himself to following her orders. "Very nice," grinned Cindy, mocking his somewhat imperfect body covered in gray hair. "Now go sit in the bathtub, you burly stud you!" Johnson maneuvered himself into the tub, ringed with hard water stains. "Cindy, please. Stop." "Now spread your legs for me. Come on, spread your legs," Cindy placed her small but insistent hands on his knees and pulled his legs apart--causing him to lose his balance and plop, butt first, into the bottom of the tub. She made him lift his legs over the edge so that they were spread wide, revealing his still hard member. "Oooh, are you turned on, Professor?" Cindy cooed at him, mockingly. "Do you have a hard on for me?" Johnson hated her. Even as she asked the ridiculous question, his dick seemed to grow larger. His eyes fixated on her super-tight, "Boy Beater" T-shirt. He needed to cum. He wanted to skull fuck her until her throat juice seeped into the letters covering her tits. "Oh, how cute! You do have a boner for me, don't you?" She looked at him like a child who'd just gotten her ice cream. "Wow." Her bright eyes gave him a naughty glare. "Well, if you're a good boy, maybe we'll take care of that later." She winked at him fearlessly.She seemed to have become even further empowered by his perpetual arousal around her. It was unsettling. Johnson wanted to leap out of his skin. His mind flooded with filthy images of revenge. "But," Cindy handed the Professor the razor and shaving cream. "I want you to shave for me first." Johnson reluctantly started squirting shaving cream over his pubic area. He still held out hope that this was all just some kind of sick game, maybe all she wanted was to fuck him on her own terms. It was a tantalizing thought, but he had to admit that it didn't make any sense. He still hadn't been able to think through what had prompted her to steal the keys out of his office in the first place. "Why don't you do your legs too," Cindy smiled, turning on the water to the bathtub and handing him another towel. "Christ," Johnson whispered, lathering up his hairy legs with shaving cream. His cursed dick was tight and stiff; he wanted to stuff her little pussy so badly he could smell it. "Wow, you are a real horny-toad, aren't you?" She sat on the toilet, opposite the bathtub, watching him run the razor up his hairy leg. He was mortified. "Oh my God, you're so nasty, Professor." She bit her lip. He could see her getting excited, and her eyes were locked on him. Her hand almost absent-mindedly crept down to her shorts and unsnapped them. "Come on, shave yourself nice and smooth for me." His heart beat like a freight train. He was so anxious and excited, he almost nicked his leg with the razor. "God. Look at you." Her hand snaked into her shorts and under her white panties. He saw the knuckles of her fingers working deliberately under the material. Johnson felt like nothing more than a demented aid to masturbation for her. Still, her arousal was contagious, even if it was at the expense of his dignity. "Come on, now. Shave your balls, doggy." He carefully stretched his cream-covered sack and scraped the razor around his testicles. "Good boy." Cindy grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and lifted it up so that her perky nipples popped out from underneath it. She started rubbing one of them along with her cunt--pinching it and stretching it with her fingers. "You want to taste my titty, Professor?" "Yes." He couldn't help but answer. The awkwardness of shaving underneath his iron cock was almost dangerous. Her tiny nipple jutted out like a "fuck me" antenna. "Then shave your ass, too." Johnson groaned in disgust. She teased him until the entire lower half of his body was shorn smooth. "Get on your hands and knees and come here." He felt like a crawling animal--more naked than he'd ever felt before. His cock was throbbing. The skin of his balls itched. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. He needed to fuck, and here was a beautiful teenager sitting on the toilet diddling herself. He had earned a good fuck after this wholly disgusting act. "Stay right there. Don't move." She touched herself, seemingly feeding off of his desire for her. Her inviting breast teased him; her smooth legs were wide open and sticking to the toilet. He could feel the cool bathroom air breeze past his freshly shaved ass. "Oh my God, you're so pathetic." Cindy was losing herself. Her blue eyes locked on his body. He felt so exposed. "Sit up. Put your hands behind your back. Crawl over here on your knees and lick my nipple, doggy." Johnson's dick bobbed. He wanted her. He wanted to take her power away. He moved toward her. "You keep your grabby hands behind your back, Professor. If you touch me with anything other than your tongue, I swear to God I'll scream." His shuffling knees bruised against the hard tile. The combination of her girl musk and the dirty stench of the bathroom invaded his nostrils. His tongue reached out and touched her hard nipple. It was heavenly, and yet he hated his desire for it. "Good. Oh my God. Lap it like a dog, you horny freak." Cindy's words were increasingly urgent. She had transformed before his eyes. He could feel her small body jerking underneath his tongue, the toilet lid jiggled and slapped against the rim as her sticky skin rode the bowl. Johnson licked at her tit, feeling it bend and wiggle with each flick of his tongue. It was so soft, so young. He hadn't tasted anything like this for so many years. His cock wanted to explode. Instead, Cindy did. "Oh, fuck. Get me off, dog." Her small body quaked in orgasm. Her arm jerked frantically, her hand buried under her wet panties. He could smell the rising scent of her juices as his tongue grazed along her evasive nipple. "Oohh." She moaned, breathily. "Okay, wait," she said, her chest rising and falling under his hungry tongue. Her hand grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanked his tongue away from her breast, and threw his head away. "Wait." She recovered. Johnson was desperately unsatisfied. Would this night ever end? He sat on his knees next to her. He felt so ignored--like nothing more than a used sex toy. "I guess you deserve a reward after all, Professor," she said finally, her perky demeanor returning. She poked him in the nose with her little finger. "Let's go back to my room!" "From now on Professor, I want your cock always lubed up and ready to go." Johnson looked at the small bottle with the attached chain Cindy had just tossed him. "Keep that bottle around your neck. Come on, just like this." She grabbed it from his hand and wrapped the chain over his head. "Well, go ahead, lube up your prick." Cindy had a particular way of emphasizing the naughty words, as if she was somehow deliberately defying authority when she said them. Johnson extricated some lube from the bottle and timidly began rubbing his throbbing cock. After watching her orgasm, he desperately wanted one of his own. The feeling was revolting. The words on her T-shirt seemed larger than before now--"Boy Beater". The odd freckle and tiny soft hairs on her arms made him wish he could feel her hand pumping around his shaft once again--only this time to complete the job. "Yeah. Make it all slippery wet, Professor." Cindy's bubbly demeanor had again begun deteriorating. "Lay back on that bed." Johnson immediately lay on his back on the bottom bunk of the bed, still rapidly jerking off his tent pole. Finally, perhaps she would allow him to cum. Cindy walked over to the bed, where she tucked under the top bunk. She threw one of her legs around Johnson's upper torso and sat on his chest. Johnson's arm wrapped around her waist, his hand still slipping up and down on his cock. He strangely relished the weight of Cindy's body straddling his rib cage. She thrust the words on her tits into his face. "Good boy. Slurp that dick, Professor." Her breathy lips practically touched his lobe and her slender arm stretched to the head of the bed to hold the mounds of her chest over his eyes. Johnson could feel the baby smoothness of Cindy's upper thigh against his pumping forearm. Her blonde ponytail dangled lightly over top of his head, the slight perfumed smell of her conditioner penetrating his nose. Cindy once again focused Johnson's attention when she breathed into his ear, "What does my shirt say, Professor?" Johnson's hand was a blur on his dick; he was so close, yet so far from really feeling this girl. Humiliated, he allowed himself to utter the words. "B-b-b... Boy Beater," he stammered--his barely audible speech broken by the emphatic cock stroking behind her. "What's that, Professor?" "B-b-boy Beater," he said, more strongly this time. He felt filthy, used, humiliated. His orgasm was only a few strokes away. "That's right, Professor. You like boy beaters like me?" she taunted him. "Are you my naughty, shaved little boy?" Cindy's bubbly image had drained away completely, leaving only a fruity combination of Cindy's strawberry lip-gloss and the fresh scent of the body lotion trapped in her T-shirt. "No. No." Johnson started shuddering underneath the teenager. "Yes you are." She grunted into his ear. Her shaky breath whispered through her teeth. "You wanna get laid?" "Yes!" He was so close. He couldn't stop stroking. He was too far over the edge now. "Well, maybe tomorrow--if you're a good boy." "Oh my God," Johnson choked. His entire body shuddered and convulsed underneath his young student. "Oh my God," he repeated, louder now. His steel dick erupted its first load of cum behind the girl on top of him. The teenager bucked and bounced slightly over his violently shuddering legs. It felt as if they were spring-loaded and directly attached to his ejaculatory muscles. His hand squeezed with all its might as another jet of sperm flooded out of his cock. Her pungent combination of perfume and girl musk invaded his nostrils; his metamorphosis from feared Professor to a naked, shaved, cock-jerking boy-toy was made abundantly clear by the contents of the writing across the small mounds of her breast. Cindy grabbed the Professor's hair and pulled his head back; sloppy, wet slurping sounds filled the room along with his constricted cries of humiliating pleasure. "You're my naughty jerk-squirter, Professor." Johnson grunted and shuddered in orgasm--pinned down on the bed by his 'Boy Beater'. "Oh no. No." Finally, his cock eruptions ended as his conscious mind began to regain control. "Good boy, Professor!" Cindy said brightly, instantly regaining her child-like exuberance. She sat up, and then immediately wrapped her leg back around and stood beside the bed. She swung her head around and looked down toward her cute ass. "Oopsy! You squirted your cum on me, Professor. That wasn't very nice!" She turned around and showed him her bottom. Most of his cum had squirted onto the hem of her shorts, and was dripping down her thighs."Ew. Gross, Professor," she said with a slight scowl in his direction. He couldn't help but feel a little satisfied at this. If his dick wasn't able to touch her, at least his cum was. "God, Professor, how much did you cum?" Cindy turned around, trying to decide what to do. "I know," she announced, "Since you got your horny sperm all over me, why don't you get it off." Standing beside the bed, she bent one leg over his head so that her cum-covered thigh hovered over his face. "Lick it off, Professor," Cindy ordered with complete seriousness. "Cindy, please..." he started to say, just as a thick drop of his sperm dripped off the teenager's leg, landing just to the side of his nose. He could feel it slithering down his cheek; the deep musk of his own semen was mixing with the strong odor emanating from the edge of her shorts. "Come on, don't you want to lick my pretty leg, you horny old man?" She looked down across her leg and into his eyes. "Lick it just like you did my titty. Come on, be a good boy." Johnson felt another dollop of sperm land on his chin. He wanted to wipe his face off. "No. No!" she held his arms down with her hands. "Lick it off, Professor." Johnson, feeling completely debased, slowly stuck his fluttering tongue out and licked Cindy's thigh. His salty cum entered his throat, tickling it. She made him do the same with her other leg, all while he felt his cum slithering down the side of his cheek and chin. "Good boy," she said after he finally finished. She lifted her leg off the bed and forced him to eat what remained on his face. He'd never tasted his own cum before, and Cindy giggled at him when it made him cough. "Doesn't that taste good?" she ridiculed him. If he had his way, he'd never taste it again. "Now Professor, I think it's time you got dressed and went home." Was this it? Was this all that she wanted from him? He slowly got dressed in his suit. "I have some homework for you, Professor." Homework? Johnson looked at her. "Please, Cindy. What do you want?" "Oop, you missed some." Her finger picked up a little errant sperm from her inner thigh. "Open up, doggy." Before he had a chance to, Cindy pressed her wet finger between his lips and slid it along his tongue. He wanted to bite her finger off, but instead he obediently swallowed her offering. "Good little cum-boy!" He wanted to slap her. "Now, I'll come over to your house at around 7:00 pm tomorrow, Professor. Before that you have to have a few things done for me." "Cindy--" "Oh, you just shush. It'll be fun! First thing you have to do is shave before I get there, just like you did today." She picked up the grocery bag that held Johnson's new razor. "Smooth as a baby's bottom, 'k, doggy?" She then picked up a videotape from her bedside table, dropped it in the bag, and handed it to him. "Then you have to watch this. She's really pretty, so you should like it. No getting cum all over it, now!" Who did this fucking bitch think she was? He marveled at her lack of fear. There was no weakness in her. No apologies. His indignities tonight, and his "homework" tomorrow spoke of a larger plan, and he couldn't even begin to fathom what it was. After what he'd been through already, he wasn't sure he wanted to find out. "Don't forget the rules, doggy. Oh, and you should be getting a big package tomorrow afternoon, too. No peeking though, it's a surprise!" On his way home, he looked apprehensively at the videotape she had given him. His knees were sore, his balls itched, his throat tickled, and his forearms were red with rug burn. The otherwise innocuous, even jocular phrase repeatedly kept taunting him--gnawing at his self-esteem, questioning his very identity as a man--"Boy Beater." He hated her.

Chapter 1

Authors/Torx73/Humiliation Stories/Cindy - The Professor's Bane/Cindy - The Professor's Bane Ch 1.txt

Alex Birch

Insider Dealing

'Tickets, please!' The sharp tone brought Kate Humphries rapidly back to reality, and she fumbled in her handbag for the season ticket, which somehow always seemed infuriatingly to slip to the bottom. From the opposite seat, dispassionate commuter faces watched as she struggled to find the necessary document, while the ticket collector stood gently rocking on his heels, his face bearing that look of resigned tolerance which appears to come with the territory. At last, with a smile of relief, she produced the voucher and handed it across, but her smile was not returned, the collector's face set in an expression of sheer boredom as he scanned the ticket before moving on to the next passenger. Grinning at her fellow travelers in embarrassment, Kate dived back behind her copy of the Financial Times, furious at the enforced breach of her privacy, for, in removing the newspaper from in front of her face, she was sure that her immediate traveling companions must have realized she had been quietly crying. Oh God, how had she ever got into this fix? Well, to hell with it! Who cared if they saw her crying? If only they knew how hard it was to bring up two kids on your own, awash in a sea of debts because the bastard who called himself their father refused to pay any maintenance. That's how it had started. That's how she had become tempted to put her career on the line and to risk throwing away all the trust she had built up in the City over the previous seventeen years, ever since she had joined the long-established City Merchant Bank of Bartholomew and Prentice as a financial analyst straight from university. It had been virtually expected that Kate would join the firm where her mother had spent over twenty-five years as personal secretary to old Frederick Bartholomew, still the life President of the Company, although his son Martin was now the decision-maker and Managing Director. Kate's career had gone from strength to strength in a short time as promotions followed rapidly, but with the success had come the pressure and the stresses and strains in her personal relationship, which had finally seen her husband turn his back on Kate and their young family and leave home, never to return. The shock to her and the girls had been great, magnified by the financial hardship which was suddenly thrust on them by the withdrawal of half the joint income that had funded their huge mortgage. It was then, at a time of greatest emotional need and vulnerability, that the beautiful, dark-haired Kate Humphries, coming up to her 40th birthday, bumped into an old flame in a little bistro not far from where she worked. Jack Hammond had smiled at her from across the room, sent her a bottle of champagne with a note that said 'Remember me, lover?' and a mature, responsible career woman had fallen in love all over again like a reckless teenager. She would have married Jack Hammond the first time around, but her parents had counseled against it. He was not good enough for her, they'd said, a louse who could not be trusted, and thus, with regret, she'd acceded to their constant pressure and ended the relationship. He had always been a charmer, good with words and good in bed, and Kate soon discovered that he had lost none of his gifts. Gradually, almost before she realized it, Jack was beginning to ask her questions about some of the Bank's customers and their financial status, but she had indignantly shied away from revealing such confidences. He had backed down quickly, feigning hurt that a lover could not be trusted with a few secrets asked only out of innocent interest in her work. His response had hit Kate hard, and, not for the first time in her life, her conscience and her relationship with a man came sharply into conflict. This time the conscience lost out, for Kate was desperate not to lose Jack Hammond a second time through fear and suspicion of his motives. Thus she had begun to tell him one or two little tidbits, which developed into some major juicy pieces of information. It was nearly two months into the relationship that Jack rang her at work and told her to meet him at an expensive little restaurant in Soho for a celebratory meal. Mystified but excited, Kate had turned up wondering what the celebration was about and found Jack, beaming with pleasure, already seated at the table pouring out the champagne. 'All thanks to you, darling...' he'd said softly, his hand holding her own, '...if it hadn't been for your knowledge about the Inland Revenue investigation, the Lovegrove shares would have crashed through the floor before my client had a chance to unload them on some unsuspecting sucker. He was very, very grateful!' then with a flourish, produced a personal cheque made out to J. Hammond for two thousand pounds for 'services rendered'. Kate had been so shocked that she'd knocked over her chair in getting up and leaving the restaurant, her face a picture of fury. She'd taken a taxi home and later refused to let Jack come in despite his pleas through her letter box, instead she'd cried away a long, lonely night. The next day he'd rung her at work to say sorry, and she'd grabbed at the phone, eager for the sound of his voice. 'To show how sorry and how much I love you...' he'd said softly '...check your bank account!' and then after mouthing a kiss he'd rung off. Mystified, Kate had rung her bank and found, to her astonishment, that the sum of £1000 had been deposited there by a Mr. Hammond that very day. She had begun to shake, realizing what she was into and what she'd mutely accepted, but conscious too that such an instant sum took care of that month's mortgage on the family home with a little to spare for the girls. Thus the downward spiral had begun, Kate passing on little snippets to Jack and being rewarded with bigger and bigger cheques until they were picking up £4000 a month in cheques from Jack's grateful clients. There were some sleepless nights when Kate was alone and her conscience bothered her, yet, once in the arms of her lover, an all-consuming passion conquered all her guilt. Less than a fortnight later, Jack told her he was going away for a few days on business, but he'd call her from his hotel. He had been evasive about his destination, but Kate had simply believed him...until the calls failed to come. Then she'd become nervous, and one lunch break, decided to walk down to Jack's office and ask for any news of his impending return. When she'd arrived at the offices, she found the doors locked and a sign saying 'For Rent, 2000 sq. feet of office space. Agents R. Milligan' and a phone number. She'd hurried outside with growing dread, heart pounding and stomach churning, until she found a phone box and rang Milligan's number. 'Oh yes, Mr Hammond...' the girl at the other end replied to her question '...yes, he closed down his business last week, I believe. Very sudden too. I understand he left to start up a new venture in Buenos Aires. Took his secretary with him, too, I believe. I used to chat a lot to her, pretty little thing about nineteen...you know, big eyes and big everything. We always wondered about that...she said he used to buy her expensive things, you know...well..' but the phone had been dropped by now, swinging uselessly back and forth as Kate tottered into the bright summer sunshine breathing heavily and holding her stomach. It was only a blessed relief that she made it to the park before throwing up her lunch, then finding a park bench and crying her eyes out for nearly an hour. Eventually, she had made it to the station and got home, from where she'd phoned work, told them she'd been taken ill at lunchtime and wouldn't be in for a couple of days. The next day, Kate rang the office to confirm her illness and spoke to her secretary. 'Sorry to hear about you being ill, Mrs Humphries...' Tracy had said, with genuine concern '...something you ate I expect. Still, you're probably better off out of it today, there's a bit of a flap on. Somebody's been selling information about the Bank apparently, and Mr Bartholomew is pulling out all the stops looking for the mole. All the staff are being interviewed.' Kate had put down the phone with shaking hands, covered her face, and cried like a baby. She got up and paced the floor for what seemed like an eternity, her knuckles white and her eyes red with tears before coming to a decision. Grabbing hold of the phone, she rang a very special number. 'Mummy...' she said softly as the phone was picked up at the other end '...I...I'm in a bit of a mess! Can I come over and see you...like now!' An hour later, Kate Humphries was sitting hunched up on her mother's sofa, pouring out the most embarrassing confession of her life. When she'd finished, the old lady who sat beside her put an arm round her daughter's shoulders and turned the tear-stained face towards her. 'I won't pretend I'm not shocked...' the old lady said quietly '...but this is not a time for recriminations, for you feel badly enough about your behavior as it is. My love, I know how easy it is for a woman, of any age, to have her head turned. Don't think you're the first.'Perhaps your dad and I should have let you marry Hammond, and then you'd have discovered what a rat he was in your twenties when you could still rebuild your life. "You know you've probably thrown away everything, don't you?" as Kate, still sobbing, nodded miserably. "However, all may not be lost. This was a terrible lapse and probably criminal charges could be preferred, but I don't think Bartholomew and Prentice will do that!" "That's small relief, Mummy..." Kate whispered quietly, "...I'll still lose my job and never get another. I'll be exposed throughout the entire City!" The old lady looked grim, then set her jaw resolutely. "Not necessarily..." she said firmly, "...for I still have a lot of sway with old Mr. Frederick, and if I know him..." she stopped awkwardly as if recalling a memory, "...I think there may be hope for you yet, if I'm persuasive enough. However, Kate, even if I am successful..." and she stared her daughter full in the face, "...there will have to be a reckoning for what you've done, and you may not like it. However, if you get to keep your job, do you promise me to accept whatever Mr. Bartholomew recommends?" Kate's eyes brightened with amazement. "Oh, Mummy, if you only could, I'd do anything...anything!" The expression in her mother's eyes suddenly alarmed her, but the old lady patted her shoulder. "Go on home now, for I'd rather talk to Mr. Bartholomew in private. There are things I have to say which are for his ears only..." the old lady had said firmly, "...and I'll phone you with the answer!" It was a nerve-wracked Kate who later sat in front of her own phone, willing it to ring, and, when it finally did, she leapt on it eagerly. "Well, he was shocked, Kate..." her mother's voice was terse at the other end, "...but he listened to what I had to say. It's up to you, now, my dear. They've called an emergency Board Meeting for tomorrow morning, and you must attend, do you understand? If you do as you're told, no one outside the Board of Directors will ever know. Mr. Bartholomew Senior promised me that much." "Thank you, Mommy..." Kate said shakily, "...I don't know how to thank you!" There was a pause before the stern reply. "Perhaps you won't be thanking me after tomorrow...but you got yourself into this mess, and now you will have to pay the price." Uncomprehending, Kate burbled her thanks once more and rang off, then sat down trembling. What had Mommy meant 'pay the price'? Perhaps they'd demote her to her old job! God, how humiliating. What would the Board Meeting decide? Her thoughts were interrupted by the return of the children from school, and she tried to forget her woes. Thus it was that Kate found herself hiding behind her newspaper on the train to the City, her nerves jangling and the full weight of her crimes beginning to dawn once more as she began to dwell on the £20,000 she'd picked up from grateful punters. How much Jack had made, God only knew! She began to cry again. God, they'd never let her keep her job...never! Surely...her thoughts were interrupted as the train pulled into Victoria Station, and Kate got up nervously, picked up her briefcase, and joined the other commuters in the charge for the tube station, desperately trying to compose herself for her appointment with destiny. Soon she found herself, with legs trembling, climbing the steps of the office block which housed Bartholomew and Prentice on the 12th floor. Jostling with the other office workers in the elevator and feeling more nauseous by the minute, Kate got off at her floor and shakily opened the office doors. To her relief, there were no angry stares or sullen looks; the staff in reception greeted her as cheerily as usual, and Tracy came out of her office with a happy smile. "Welcome back, Mrs. Humphries," she said with a warm grin, "...hope you're feeling better..." Kate nodding in reply, "...good, 'cos there's an emergency Board Meeting this morning, and it's starting at nine. They told me to buzz them when you arrived. Oooh, happy birthday by the way!" Kate managed a thin smile. God, amid all this, her fortieth birthday! Pausing only to go to the loo and make herself comfortable, Kate made her way, with increasing nervousness, to the Board Room. She stopped outside and looked down at herself. She'd dressed demurely, almost like a penitent, in a white blouse with a matching grey jacket and skirt, and her best new black court shoes. Coughing nervously, she opened the Board Room door and walked inside. They were all sitting waiting for her, their faces grim with expectation: Martin Bartholomew, the handsome MD for whom Kate hid an embarrassing crush; the severe Mr. Fisher from Personnel; the dark-haired young Mike Davenport, Director of Marketing; Proctor from New Business; and, in the Chair for the first time in years, old Frederick Bartholomew. "Sit down, Mrs. Humphries," the old man said with stern authority, pointing to a seat at the end of the table away from the rest of them, and she did so hastily, the tears nearing the surface once more at his insistent formality, "...for there is only one item on today's unprinted agenda. That is your disgraceful behaviour in regard to betraying your position of trust, and profiting from such betrayal. You have twenty minutes to tell your side of the story, Mrs. Humphries, before we decide what to do about it! Begin, and remember you would not even have this chance if it were not for the high regard in which I hold your mother. I hope you appreciate that!" Kate stood up and nodded, tears falling freely now as she told them everything, holding nothing back until she ran out of words and sat down silently, her head bowed. There was a brief and quiet consultation at the top of the table which Kate could not hear, but faces seemed flushed with excitement when it was over, and her heart began to quicken. "Very well, Mrs. Humphries..." the old man said sternly, "...we have heard what you have to say, and I must say it's a sorry and shameful tale. However, although you have taken the spoils of greed, you have not stolen from us, nor do we feel you are an inveterate liar and cheat. You have behaved out of character like a very silly little girl in a woman's body, whose head was turned by a cheap trickster..." and Kate Humphries bowed her head in shame, "...therefore we are prepared to be understanding. You will keep your job here..." Kate looked up and gasped in astonishment, "...provided you agree to our terms. You will, here and now, sign this document which allows the Company to take whatever action it deems fit to deal with this matter." Kate threw her arms out in delight, her tear-stained eyes shining. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Bartholomew, I don't know how to thank you. Yes, of course I'll sign...but the money's gone on my debts. How can I...?" Bartholomew held up his hand. "Let us worry about the terms...just sign!" and she did so hastily, passing the paper back to him. A murmur of assent went round the room, and a perplexed Kate saw a number of the Directors begin to smile, their faces glowing with some expectation. At a sign from the old man, the Directors rose, Kate hastily following suit. "Follow us, Mrs. Humphries," Frederick Bartholomew said grimly, and she did so with a quickening heart as they left the Board Room and walked out into the general office, past the rows of assistants and secretaries until they reached the far door leading to the basement. "W...Where are we going, Mr. Bartholomew?" Kate asked nervously as Davenport opened the door for her, and she was virtually propelled through it by Martin Bartholomew. There was no answer as she was escorted down the stairs and along the corridor until they reached the video room, used for making the Company's promotional films. It was equipped as a cameraman's studio, and, as Davenport opened the door, Kate blinked at the bright lights already set up overhead. "W..what are we doing in here?" she asked nervously, looking round the sparsely furnished room. There was just one table, 3 ft high in the middle of the room...and nothing else. Kate's heart began to beat rapidly with a sudden foreboding. Frederick Bartholomew smiled. "You are going to make a training film, Mrs. Humphries," he said quietly, "...a very special training film. I think you will remember your 40th birthday, young woman, for you will celebrate it in style! Now stand in front of the desk facing the camera!" Shaking with trepidation, Kate did as she was bid, fussing with the buttons of her blouse as she watched young Davenport sight the lens of the video camera. Oh God, they were going to make her confess on film! "Perfect, Mrs. Humphries, perfect..." Frederick Bartholomew said after a nod from Davenport, "...we seem to have you perfectly in focus..." he paused as she waited anxiously, "...now take off all your clothes!" Kate's face turned pale as she reeled in shock. "W..what did you say?" she demanded, her voice gasping, incredulous. "I told you to take off all your clothes..." the old man repeated, "...and don't waste our time with shocked indignation! That's just why you're here...to be totally humiliated and then given a damn good hiding across your bare bottom...and it will all be recorded on videotape...every embarrassing, shameful moment of it!" "S...strip naked here, in front of all of you, for a spanking...??" Kate squealed, her voice choking, "...My..my God, you must be mad! I'd never consider..." she bit her lip to keep the indignant, outraged tears at bay, "...I...I wouldn't...I wouldn't." but her voice faded, and she hung her head as the dreadful alternatives unfolded in her mind. "If you want to keep your shame out of the newspapers and out of the City gossip, you will do as you're told..." Frederick Bartholomew said angrily, "...You've signed a pledge to save your career and your good name. You can either be humiliated in public or in relative privacy!""When it's over, the videotape will be locked in my private vaults, available only to myself and my son. No one outside this room will ever know...unless you commit another stupid act like this one! Then every single employee down to the lowliest filing clerk will be invited to a film show to see how one industrial spy got her just desserts. I don't think it's too difficult a choice, Kate, and your mother didn't think so either...so get your clothes off, now!" "Oh God, please not this!" she cried, her eyes wide with shock as she realized the full terrible import of her situation...she could accept dismissal with the consequent publicity which would ruin her family and shock her friends...or she could accept the utter humiliation of stripping naked in front of all these men for a sound thrashing like some naughty little girl! So this is what Mummy had meant by paying the price! In those few frantic seconds before her ultimate humiliation, Kate thought back to the days of her childhood and Mummy's shaming remedy for disobedience. So this was how Mummy had saved her daughter's career! Suddenly she knew there was no choice, and with a hoarse cry of shame, Kate Humphries slowly took off her grey jacket and put it on the floor, then began to undo the buttons of her blouse, the tears rolling down her face. She looked once around the floodlit room at the faces of the watching men, like vultures as they licked their lips in anticipation of the pleasure to come. Kate swallowed hard, choked back her tears, and finished undoing her blouse, slipping it off and letting it fall to the floor. She heard a low sigh from the watching group as she stood in bra and skirt, the filmy black lace bra revealing most of her breasts. She felt the nipples hardening as the air conditioning in the room played on her sensitive skin, and without daring to look up, she unzipped her pleated skirt and let it fall, stepping out of it with as much dignity as she could muster. Kate was weeping loudly now, her face crimson with shame as she stood displayed in her matching black lace bra, panties, and suspender belt. She could hear their breathing, hard and intense, but not a word was spoken as she bit her lip, reached behind, and undid the clasp of her bra, then wriggled the straps off her shoulders without ceremony. As the half cups slipped away from her nipples and the full breasts swung freely into view without restraint, Kate heard a low whistle and the sound of deep breathing. She didn't dare look up, and her face was as red as a beetroot. She paused desperately, her breathing rapid...they couldn't mean everything, they couldn't...! "You can keep your suspender belt and stockings on..." Frederick Bartholomew's voice was cold and insistent "...but get your panties right off...and face the camera!" Kate's mouth opened in horror, and her scarlet blush deepened. She was going to protest, but what would be the point. Oh God, she had shaved down there too...just for Jack...oh God, no! Choking back a cry of shame, Kate slipped her fingers into the waistband of the tiny panties and slipped them down, stepped gingerly out of them, and stood naked with her legs firmly together, but she couldn't hide the display! "Very nice...!" Davenport commented dryly as heads nodded in agreement around the room "...now turn round and let's see your bottom!" Kate turned obediently and stood with her eyes closed, no attempt now to stem the tears of humiliation which flowed like a river down her blushing cheeks as a murmur of approval greeted the view. "Right, Kate..." Martin Bartholomew spoke for the first time "...let's not waste time. What you've done is a serious breach of ethics for which you should be barred for life. I hope you know how fortunate you are! You will receive six strokes of the cane across your bottom from each of us, making thirty strokes in all. My father will begin, and I shall terminate the proceedings. Now bend across the table and grip the end!" "Oh my God!" Kate groaned as the sentence was announced, but she obeyed immediately, glad to turn away from their voracious eyes and eager to get it over and done. She leaned across the table as instructed, discovering that she could not grip the far end without getting up on tiptoe and sticking her bottom right out. Just what they wanted to see! She lay still, her heart pounding with nervous tension and her face fiery red with embarrassment as she heard the flexing of the whippy cane behind her. Then whaaap! the first stroke whipped across her bottom, and she gave an involuntary cry. Before the second one landed, she had realized that thirty strokes would not be as bad as she'd feared, for the cane was much lighter than she'd expected. So the object was humiliation, not undue suffering, though she guessed she'd be jumping about by the end of the punishment. The old man certainly hit hard enough for his age, and by the time he'd finished, Kate's bottom felt as if a fiery torch had been held underneath it. She managed to avoid crying out and braced herself as she heard the words "Mr. Fisher, if you please!" Kate closed her eyes as she heard the first swish, then whaaap! the cane struck home with force. She nearly rose up from the table but merely gasped aloud as the fiery brand burned into her naked buttocks. Fisher was caning much harder than the old man, and by the time he'd finished, Kate was writhing across the desk, desperately trying to keep her legs together. By the time Proctor was into his stint, all attempts at modesty disappeared, and by his fourth stroke, Kate was squealing loudly, and her legs were scissoring as she wept in anguish, oblivious to the display of her fleshy vulva as her legs kicked high and wide. When he'd finished and Davenport began, Kate was doing a dance across the desk, needing to be restrained by Martin Bartholomew's hand in the small of her back. "Oh please...!" she shrieked "...please no more!" but the whippy cane continued to punish her buttocks while the crescendo of pain ebbed and flowed. Suddenly she began to quiver with excitement as each stroke whipped home. Conscious suddenly of the blood pounding in her head, every nerve tingling, her vagina hot and wet, Kate let out a long, loud squeal, her bottom writhing frantically as Davenport's final stroke bit home. There was some raucous laughter in the room now as Martin Bartholomew picked up the cane and flexed it through the air. "She's beginning to like it!" someone chortled as Kate hung her head in shame. "OK, gentlemen..." Martin Bartholomew said suddenly in a voice of supreme authority "...shows over. Please leave the room and don't mention this to a living soul!" "Come on..." said the old man "...you heard my son. He's the boss. Do as he says!" and with some obvious disappointment, the three other directors left the room in the company of their elderly President, closing the door behind them and leaving the Managing Director and the weeping naked woman alone. Kate waited for the next stroke, but to her surprise, felt only the firm, gentle hands of the young Managing Director run down her back and across her punished buttocks. She sighed softly with surprise, putting up no resistance as he whispered quietly, "You've been a silly girl, Kate, but I think you've been punished enough." She lay still, surprised and uncomprehending, yet glad of the gentle and unexpected massage as he continued to gently stroke her reddened buttocks with his palm. The overwhelming feelings in her loins began again as she sighed softly, easing her legs apart to grant him access. Kate gasped with pleasure as she heard the hiss of his trouser zip, then felt the thick nub of his penis pushing open the lips of her vulva. She gripped the table and thrust her bottom up as he began a slow, gentle intrusion into her vagina. Soon he was fucking her with an insistent rhythm, building up to deeper and deeper thrusts as she squealed with pleasure. She began to buck and writhe, taking him in as far as she could, squealing with delight as he thrust home, finally ejaculating deep inside her with one loud groan. He eased her backwards off the table and spun her round, her tear-stained face moving to kiss his lips passionately. "Don't waste your time on con men, Kate..." he said firmly as she tried to cope with what was happening "...and from now on, you'll stay on the straight and narrow or you know what you'll get, don't you?" "Oh yes..." she said softly "...there won't be a next time. I've learned my lesson now and no mistake...!" then as she began to rub her punished buttocks, she whispered "...but I may need a regular reminder just from you, Martin...but please do it in private!"

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Alex Birch

The Past is Close Behind - Part 1

'Hurry up, mom, we'll be late. It starts at 7!' The frantic excitement in 16-year-old Amanda Knight's voice dragged her mother out of her reverie, the older woman grabbing her daughter in a playful bear hug as they walked up the long drive to Radcliffe College and the first Parents' Evening since Amanda had enrolled in the Sixth Form College some 6 months before. Sixth Form College... how grand it all sounded and so different from the old days. Despite her daughter's anxious entreaties for haste, Suzanne Knight paused for a moment and looked up at the imposing stonework of the old building, its twin turrets at each end of the wall betraying its Tudor origins, the stained glass windows of the chapel in the east wing still as Suzanne remembered them. It had been over 20 years since she had last visited this spot, and the butterflies in her stomach had returned. She was glad of her daughter's affectionate nagging, for it distracted Suzanne's mind from the memories that surrounded this place, the aura that haunted her from so long ago. It had been a girls-only Grammar School then, of course, but over the years, as government policy gradually phased out the selective school system, its role had changed to a college designed to give students that last academic push towards a University qualification. The old Grammar School and its examination conveyor belt methods had certainly worked for Suzanne, for now she was a partner in a scientific research consultancy, while Greg, her husband, was a chartered accountant, and a very successful one. Yet the memories of her old school haunted Suzanne's dreams in ways which left her feeling distraught and guilty. When Amanda qualified for Radcliffe, she had been over the moon with delight, a joy that turned to disappointment at her mother's apparent indifference. Suzanne had tried to enthuse and knew how much her daughter wanted and needed her warmth and praise, yet could hardly bring herself to mention the place. It had been one of the few incidents that had provoked family friction, Greg puzzled and angry by his wife's attitude and conscious of his daughter's disappointment. They had tried to talk about it, but Suzanne had ended up angrily ridiculing his accusation that she was hiding something and had stormed off to the bedroom in tears. They were the perfect modern couple, both rich, successful and flexible in their working arrangements. So flexible that when Amanda's induction day arrived, Suzanne had conveniently arranged a business meeting, leaving Greg little option but to escort his daughter to the initial meeting alone. He didn't complain, but, once more, unasked questions hung in the air. Suzanne felt cowardly and stupid, for Radcliffe College was mere bricks and mortar, yet the thought of going back filled her with dread. She knew she was being unfair to husband and child by this attitude, longing to confide the reasons for her antipathy but she simply could not. It was something she would just have to live with. The date of the Parents' Evening had been traumatic for Suzanne, forcing her hand, making her confront her fears. Greg had important meetings with clients that day which could not be shelved, and she knew there was no longer any escape route. So she bravely accepted the responsibility of escorting her young daughter, glad for the sake of the family that this particular hang-up was finally going to be put to rest. So now, her nerves tight and her heart pulsing, she found herself being half-dragged up the driveway by a very agitated Amanda. 'Mom, they'll be cross if we're late and it's two minutes to seven!' the pretty brown-haired girl begged, and Suzanne swallowed hard before submitting to the inevitable, grabbing Amanda's arm before walking towards the stone steps which led to the reception area. Once inside the Hall, Suzanne's nerves began to settle amid the many parents who were milling around and helping themselves to coffee and sandwiches from a buffet supervised by two tall girls who were obviously prefects and proud of it. Suzanne smiled as her ever-hungry 16-year-old dived into the sandwiches despite having just consumed an evening meal, and she used the time alone to wander around the reception area, which, apart from different-coloured paint, looked just as it had over 20 years before. Straight ahead of her were the swing doors that led to the assembly hall where tonight's meetings with the teachers would take place. Suzanne gave a little shiver. Why was it you always remembered the bad things? For it was in that assembly hall, after morning prayers, that Mrs Frobisher always announced the names of the girls who had appointments in her office as soon as prayers were finished. Everyone knew what that meant. Excited giggling inevitably broke out, and all juvenile eyes turned towards the hapless culprits who stood with bowed heads, red-faced and weeping with fear and shame until the sharp bark of Mrs Frobisher's voice restored order. Once when she was sixteen, Suzanne had been on that name-and-shame roster. Once she had wept with fear as prayers ended and begun that walk back down the corridor like a condemned prisoner. There she had parted company with her friends who left via other exits for their respective classrooms, while she had walked back here through reception and through the doors on the opposite side which led to the Head Teacher's office. Oh God! Her mouth suddenly dry, Suzanne walked across the reception hall and quietly pushed open the swing doors on the other side. She looked round hastily, but parents and children were occupied with grabbing food as she slipped quietly through and into the silent corridor beyond. Slowly she walked the few yards past the staff room and staff toilets until she came to that door... the very appearance of which she used to dread. It looked less forbidding now, for there was no entry light over the door, no sombre oak panelling, and yet she was filled with a nervous tension and fear which was almost sexual in its intensity. Suzanne, her throat as dry as dust, recalled the one and only time her shaking hands had knocked on this door all those years before and been summoned in by that loud, penetrating voice...For a brief moment, she dreaded the loss of her modesty and looked up in mute appeal to the headmistress. The only response was an angry motion of the head and an impatient wave, indicating that she should complete the humiliating dishabille. Suzanne turned away towards the desk once more, her eyes moist with tears as she slowly eased her knickers down to her ankles and lay across the desk. She had never even been spanked at home, and to be naked for the cane like this was beyond horror. She felt the cold air on her bare bottom and genitals, then heard the swish as Mrs Frobisher flexed the cane in a practice swing. She gripped the edge of the wooden desk, conscious of how she must look, her pale bare bottom thrust up for the cane, her sex visible, her shame total. Then, with a blinding flash of fire across her bottom, which prompted a loud scream, Suzanne's shame and fear were of no further consequence. Her mind and body were consumed by the most agonizing pain she had ever experienced, and she began to writhe helplessly across the desk. Dimly, she heard 'Stay still,' then another line of burning fire ignited across her helpless buttocks, a pain which raced through her system until it seemed to appear in her throat, her mouth opening wide as a dry retch forced its way out of her mouth. The fire turned into a burn like a thousand bee stings as Suzanne cried and wriggled before a third scalding slice bit into her bottom, and she howled and begged to be let off any more. It was to no avail, and three more strokes followed with relentless certainty. How she survived the pain of that caning without passing out, she would never know, but it was with sobbing relief that she heard the words 'You may dress!' Her whole body seemed to be on fire as Suzanne dragged herself upright, reaching down with shaking hands to pull up her knickers. The contact of the tight cotton against her inflamed bottom once more sent her into spasms of weeping as she released her skirt from the belt. For the first time that morning, Mrs Frobisher showed her some kindness. 'I know that hurt you a great deal, Suzanne, and it was meant to, but you took it very bravely. I fully intended to punish you severely so that you never, ever have to come back to my office again. If you do, I can assure you that the consequences will be even more severe. Now you may skip the remainder of your first lesson if you need to visit the toilet and make yourself presentable. You will find sitting down almost intolerable for the rest of the day, but that is your fault, and you should dwell on that. Now run along!' Suzanne, her eyes blinded with tears, muttered a choking 'Yes, Mrs Frobisher' and began to shuffle painfully back towards the door of the Headmistress' office. The door flew open, and Suzanne jumped out of her skin with fright. 'Hello there...' said the fresh-faced blonde woman with the beaming smile '...I'm Maureen Bishop, the Head Teacher. I guess you must be one of the parents. My, my, you look scared out of your wits. You weren't going to burgle the place, were you...' she asked with a grin '...or were you just having a mooch round?' 'I..I'm sorry...I know I should have stayed in reception, but I wasn't hungry and ...I..I used to attend the old school years ago...just trying to get my bearings,' Suzanne stuttered with embarrassment as Mrs Bishop smiled engagingly. 'No problem...' she said '...but you don't have to wait any longer. I'm just going to co-ordinate the proceedings, so if you'd like to follow me?' As Suzanne followed the young Head up the corridor, she reflected on how times had changed. Of course, Mrs Frobisher had died some five years before, Suzanne remembered the obituary in the local paper, recalling the brief pang of sadness she had felt. The old girl had been hard and very stern, but Suzanne had never cheated in an exam again. Her methods had worked, for the pain of a caning had terrified Suzanne, a fear which had ignited a chain of events that led to the trauma she experienced to this day. 'Which of the girls is yours, Mrs..er...' the young Head Teacher looked round enquiringly as they reached reception, breaking Suzanne's reverie '...er...Knight,' she replied absently, pointing out the dark pretty girl still munching sandwiches as the parents gathered round expectantly. 'Ah, Amanda...' Mrs Bishop responded warmly '...a lovely girl. You must be very proud of her. She will do well, I think. A tendency to be a little careless sometimes, but her teachers will discuss that, I'm sure.' Suzanne nodded politely as Amanda, now suitably refueled on sandwiches and cola, skipped happily over and politely acknowledged her Head Teacher. Maureen Bishop gathered everyone round and explained the procedures for the evening, pointing towards the large assembly hall where the teaching staff was in wait. Each set of parents would be given a different table reference as a starting point, she said, and would then spend about 5 minutes with each teacher, working their way round the hall so that there were no great queues, and parents and children could ask and receive advice from each teacher in turn. At the end of the introduction, each parent was given a table number, and they began the walk up the corridor towards the waiting staff. As the door to the assembly hall was pushed open and the echoes of moving chairs and tables could be heard in the vast auditorium, Suzanne felt her stomach tighten up once more, and, to Amanda's surprise, suddenly gripped her daughter's hand tightly and held on. As they walked on through the hall, Suzanne noting each table number as they passed the sea of tutorial faces now gathering a ring of parents around each table, her eye alighted on their allotted reference table, and she looked over at the man who sat there. He was grey-haired now and a little shrunken, but there was no mistaking that face. Suzanne stared in disbelief, and her knees buckled for a second, her hands suddenly cold as ice as Amanda whispered, 'What's wrong, mom, you've gone pale!' Shakily, trying desperately not to throw up, she replied, 'I just feel a bit funny, love. I need to go to the loo for a minute...feel a bit sick. Hold the fort for me, pet, I won't be long!' Hurriedly, she turned away, politely fending off the concerns of Maureen Bishop and a few parents, and fled from the hall and back through reception until she found the comfort of the staff toilets. She entered a closet, locked the door behind her, then sat on the toilet seat and burst into tears. Julian Morse was here, teaching at the college...teaching her daughter!

Part 1

Authors/Alex_Birch/My spanking stories/The past is close behind part 1.txt

Alex Birch

The Soul of a Maiden

'Phew, thank God. At last we've arrived!' exclaimed Kerry Stevens as she and her companion trudged round yet another bend in the never-ending narrow country road and at last glimpsed the spire of the local church and the old village sign which announced their arrival in 'Berthyn'. She paused and rested her haversack on the ground as Mark Ransome squeezed her hand lightly and grinned. 'Not quite...' he replied '...it's another half a mile to the pub, so don't rest yet or you won't want to go on!' Kerry groaned and flashed him a mournful smile. 'You miserable sod...' she groaned '...but I suppose you're right. God, you're a hard taskmaster!' and bent to the task of retrieving her haversack. As she reached down then straightened up and adjusted the haversack firmly across her back, Mark felt the flush beginning in his cheeks as Kerry's movement of throwing back her shoulders forced her firm young breasts invitingly through the blue 'National Trust' T-shirt, and the bend of her shapely bottom stretched her blue denim shorts close to breaking point. Mark swallowed and looked away, hoping she had not caught him staring nor that the sudden bulge in his shorts was too obvious. He thought she had never looked more beautiful than she did at that moment, despite the perspiration which streaked down her pretty face, creating a warm glow in her English rose cheeks. She rubbed one hand through her curly chestnut hair again, forcing her breasts to stretch against the cotton of her shirt. Mark wanted so much to caress those breasts, to kiss away the perspiration on her face, to peel down her...but his reverie was interrupted by a taunt of 'Come on, slowcoach!', then looking up, he saw his adorable vision now thirty yards ahead of him and striding towards the centre of the village.At one point, Kerry became uncomfortably aware that Megan Foster was trying to gauge the relationship between her and Mark, and that it wouldn't be long before the woman's curiosity got the better of her. Her suspicion was confirmed the next day after Mark had announced his intention of visiting the local library for an hour, and Kerry had opted to have a lie-in and a late breakfast. She was alone in the breakfast room when Megan Foster bustled in with the eggs and toast, then, without being invited, parked herself in the spare dining chair opposite. 'It's so nice to have a lovely young pair like yourselves staying here...' Megan began warmly, '...do you know, before you signed in with different names and all, I thought you might be brother and sister. Then I saw how he looks at you...' she paused and grinned as Kerry blushed crimson, '...and then I knew you weren't!' Ignoring the girl's obvious embarrassment, Megan stared hard into her eyes. 'And you like him lots and all, if I'm not mistaken. It seems a shame, you know, single rooms and all. Bit unusual these days!' Under normal circumstances, Kerry would have been riled by such intimate prying, but Megan was so warm, friendly, and uncomplicated that she found herself explaining that she and Mark were close friends, and that one day she might want it to be more, but she'd been brought up to believe that sex should be part of a long-term relationship to be considered once her education was complete. When she'd finished, Kerry was red-faced and very embarrassed, but Megan just clutched her hand and smiled. 'I s'pose we're a bit simple out here...' she replied with a chuckle, '...we just let nature take its course...which is why we're 'Berthyn', I s'pose!' When Mark returned, Kerry decided not to tell him about her conversation with Megan, anxious not to stir up his frustrations even more, and they went out to look around the village and into the old parish church, hoping that the parish register might throw up some clues about the village and, in particular, the 'Soul of the Maiden' ceremony, but there was little there to help. They spent the afternoon on the river in a punt, which Mark rowed as Kerry lay back, hands behind her head, enjoying the sun. Mark tried hard not to stare at her lying back in repose like that, her one leg drawn up under the light cotton skirt, an occasional glimpse of her panties as the breeze ruffled her skirt. He could have cried in frustration, but just rowed the boat as if he hadn't a care in the world. After a few drinks in the bar later that night, Kerry decided to retire to bed fairly early, and after giving Mark a kiss, she retired for the night, leaving him in the bar with his thoughts. When he finally retired to bed, he lay on his side for what seemed like hours, thinking of how close the girl was in the next room, how good she would feel next to him in bed. He rolled over and over, unable to control his thoughts or his firm erection, then finally decided to get up and go to the bathroom for a glass of water. It was 1 a.m., and he padded across the landing quietly for fear of waking the Fosters, whose bedroom he passed en route. As he passed their door, his ears picked up sounds which made him stop dead in his tracks, tiptoe to the bedroom door, and put his ear to the keyhole. The sounds were louder now, the firm but soft thwaaaack! of a leather belt or slipper on what was clearly bare flesh, and the ensuing soft feminine cry a split second later. The pattern was repeated ten or twelve times more, then Megan Foster's cries got louder. Mark began to tremble with excitement as he imagined what was going on in there, then he heard Jack Foster's deeper but gentle voice saying, 'Not so loud, you noisy bissom, you'll wake the guests,' and then the spanking began again as Mark hurried on to the bathroom, shaking like a leaf. By the time he got back to his room, Mark was still aroused, thinking of what he'd heard and imagining Kerry lying naked across his knees as he brought his hand down on her bare, shapely globes. Desperately, he rolled over and began counting sheep, finally dropping off to sleep in the early hours. Megan Foster lay on her stomach in bed the next morning as her husband gently rubbed her bottom with cream. 'Oooooh, that's lovely, Jack...' she whispered, '...you certainly laid it on all right. My arse felt like a million bee stings all night!' then she smiled as her husband bent down and softly kissed both cheeks of her glowing bottom. 'I was thinking about those two kids...' she said, '...and how we could help 'em. They both want each other, that's obvious, but she's got this "saving it for her wedding" rubbish in her 'ead!' 'Oh ar...' Jack muttered, grinning as he rubbed some cream into Megan's intimate crease, '...matchmaking again, eh!' 'Not at all...' she replied, '...they're obviously made for each other, but she needs a little push from Mother Nature. She's a real virgin, Jack, honest. Told me so herself. What if we break one tradition on Friday to restore another? We ain't 'ad a real virgin as "maid of honour" in years, and I know she ain't from the village, but that Kerry would be a wonderful choice. Help them two along no end and all! Diane wouldn't mind giving way, 'er's been "Maid of Honour" two years out of the last three, and 'ers got three children!' Jack shook his head doubtfully. 'Ain't sure about outsiders gettin' involved, Meg...' he said, '...but it's you ladies' ceremony, and you'll do as you think fit, same as always. It'd do that pretty little thing a power of good no doubt!' He grinned. 'Can we break another tradition then? If 'ers goin' to be "Maid of Honour", can I come and watch?' then ducked as his grinning wife rolled over and swung the pillow at his head. When Megan broached the question at breakfast that morning, Kerry and Mark were dumbstruck. 'Why me?' Kerry asked in astonishment, and Megan confessed it was after Kerry had admitted to being a genuine virgin, and that the 'maiden' should literally be intacto, the faces of both Mark and Kerry colouring up at such intimate admissions being so casually revealed. The two youngsters were both very excited at such a wonderful and unexpected finale to their holiday, the very secret they had come to discover now opening up, but both were also very nervous, wondering what Kerry would be letting herself in for as the ceremony was so secret. Megan grinned. 'I can't tell you any details, my love...' she said warmly, '...'cos it is a bit like the Masons in that we need to preserve some secrecy or the power of the ceremony is lost. You 'ave my word though that you'll come to no harm whatsoever. It's just an old country ritual. I done it myself three times when I was a young 'un. I was even a true virgin the first time...but that didn't last! It would be nice to go back to a real 'maid' for once. There ain't any virgins round here over the age of consent. We don't cut your heart and liver out in some satanic ritual...' she added with a laugh, '...so there's nothin' to alarm you. It's just our secret, that's all! Anyway, think about it and let me know later today!' As Megan left the breakfast room, her plump bottom quivering, Mark began to think about what he'd heard during the night, deciding against telling Kerry in case she thought he was getting funny ideas. If that's what the Fosters enjoyed, it was their business! They began to discuss Megan's surprise offer, and Kerry was quite excited about it. 'I trust her, Mark...' she said firmly, '...and if Megan says I'll come to no harm, I won't! I want to do it. It'll just cap your research wonderfully, and I feel so glad I can be a part of helping you to find out about the ceremony!' Mark held her hand warmly, then leaned across the table and kissed her cheek. 'Only do it if you're certain...' he said softly, '...because I do appreciate you doing this, but I do worry about why they're so secretive!' Once Kerry had agreed, Megan consulted the organising committee, who were originally somewhat concerned that an outsider was involved, but more than mollified because she was a real maiden. When Friday arrived, both Kerry and Mark were in a state of high excitement, Mark wondering what he'd do with himself after Kerry had been taken up Martha's Peak in a minibus along with the fifteen or so ladies who organised the event. Men were strictly forbidden from climbing the hill while the hour-long ceremony, which commenced on the stroke of noon, was taking place, and in fact, two local worthies actually patrolled the lower slopes to prevent unwanted intruders. Mark and Kerry both slept in late and had a light breakfast, both too nervous to eat more. They loitered around in the lounge bar until Megan came in at 11 a.m. to collect Kerry en route to the village hall to meet the committee and to get her 'properly kitted out'. Ignoring the presence of a witness, Mark suddenly gave way to his impulses and seized his pretty girlfriend round the waist, pulled her to him, and kissed her firmly on the lips. 'Look after her, Megan...' he said quietly, '...she means so...' then his voice trailed off in embarrassment as Kerry looked into his eyes and hugged him to her before departing with the ever-smiling Megan towards her date with...what? Mark decided to spend the time in the local library, for it would occupy his mind and stop him fretting. There would be plenty of research material there, and added to Kerry's experiences, there would be a wealth of data for his local history thesis by the time they returned. Kerry's first shock came at the village hall after Megan had introduced her to the committee, all of them warm, friendly country women, the wives of the local shopkeepers, many of whom Kerry had spoken to in the village.She felt happy and relaxed until she was taken to the changing room where Megan presented her with a flowing ankle-length white gown which tied with a bow at each shoulder. Kerry stared at it in nervous embarrassment. It was virtually diaphanous! As she began to peel off her dress and slip, Kerry murmured, "I wish my underwear was a bit more substantial. That thing's see-through!" then gasped in horror as Megan laughed out loud. "Don't worry about your undies, my love..." she grinned, "...they come off as well. We're celebrating Mother Nature today, so the gown is worn next to the skin!" Kerry's shock was partly mollified by the sight of fifteen ladies of various ages and shapes, Megan included, stripping naked in front of her eyes before donning similar gowns to her own, though theirs were in purple. As the red-faced Kerry quickly stripped off her bra and panties, Megan stole a quick look at the girl's naked body and grinned. That lad of hers would have a treat tonight! The mini-bus had curtained windows, to Kerry's relief, and soon they were underway, the bus driven by Megan clattering down the village street and soon on the open road. Kerry felt the pull of the hill as the bus began its climb up the dirt road which led up Martha's Peak, and a nervous tremor began in her stomach. Soon the bus stopped, and they began the walk, some 100 yards up to the peak. The weather was warm, but Kerry felt the soft breeze on her virtually naked body beginning to arouse her sensitive nipples, a not unpleasant sensation. At the top of the hill, the terrain flattened into a small grassy plateau in the middle of which stood a small pole. It could have been a maypole, except it had an extending wooden arm from which hung two hempen cords. Before Kerry had time to think, someone grabbed her hand, and they all stood round the pole in a circle as Megan began an incantation, all the women dancing around the pole for some minutes. Suddenly, at Megan's command, the dancing ceased, and Megan poured out a glass of wine from a decanter, presenting it to the now very nervous and perspiring Kerry. Taking a deep breath, Kerry drank it all as instructed, and the dancing began anew. As the dancing quickened, so the wine, or whatever was in it, seemed to rush to Kerry's head, and she felt distant, lightheaded, and tingling all over. In fact, she began to feel very sexually aroused. She hardly noticed when Megan stopped the dancing and led her gently towards the pole. She submitted quietly, her mind somewhere distant from her body as her arms were raised and her wrists secured to the cords; then the women began to dance around the pole once more, faster and faster as Megan gently untied the bows at Kerry's shoulders, allowing the gown to fall to her ankles...

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Alex Birch

Nuisance Calls

'I think you're trying to be cute, Susan! Too cute! You're trying to catch me out, and I don't like that. I think you'll have to be taught a lesson you won't forget! I'm going to come over there, take your panties down, and smack your bottom...hard...and that's just for starters!' That's what the boy at the other end of the phone had said...word for word! Susan Lang turned over in bed for the ninety-ninth time as she heard something rustle. Oh God, it was him! He was in the flat! Her heart thumped against her chest as she shot up in bed and then realized that the sound was just Tinkerbell using her scratching post in the kitchen. She lay down again, rubbing the perspiration from her brow. Rolling over, she tried to sleep, but the shock of his call still had her adrenaline pounding, so she got up and went to the kitchen for some water. Irrationally, she wondered if she should put some clothes on in case he was there in the flat, then laughed at her own stupidity. For a start, he wasn't in the flat...and if he HAD taken the trouble to break in, she knew what it was for...some severe attention to her bare bottom, and then some! A nightie would hardly stop him! So, naked, she padded out to the kitchen and turned on the tap. Jesus, didn't most of them want straight sex? Why couldn't he be normal and just promise her a good seeing-to like 99% of all the perverts out there? Why was he so different...and why did she feel so excited by it? She wasn't frightened of him, not now, not one little bit, for she guessed from his voice he was just a kid about seventeen or eighteen who was looking for a way to get his rocks off. The voice was occasionally high and nervous when he said something outrageous, something which obviously aroused him, yet this was the first threat of any kind he'd come out with in the three weeks of constant phone calls. Susan had been shocked when the first call came, for he'd just said 'Hi, Susan!' very informally as if he'd known her for years. There was no heavy breathing or handkerchief over the mouth, and she'd thought at first it was the son of her mother's neighbor back home, until he said 'You're very beautiful. Why don't you stand at the window and show me your pussy!' Although trembling with fear at first, Susan had suppressed a gasp and counted to ten before replying, trying to calm her nerves. She'd made a silly joke about not disturbing her pussy while it was eating, and the boy had been taken aback, but to her surprise, he'd giggled at the other end and said 'Very quick. A chick with a sense of fun. I like that! We'll talk again!' and had put the phone down. From then on, the calls had been every night at more or less the same time, and Susan had immediately realized she was dealing with an obsessive.'she'd said, hiding her disappointment with difficulty as he'd kissed her cheek and begun to undress for bed. Susan had wanted to pound the pillow in frustration. He was too nice, too understanding. Why hadn't he given her a good bare bottom tanning and done with it! How did he expect to get respect if he always backed down and apologized. Now she'd never know what it was like to get your bare bum thrashed! She couldn't just ask him, for goodness sake! She'd lain in bed just stroking her bottom and sighing softly as her fingers strayed to other places. Christ, just what I'm doing now, Susan said to herself as her hand moved back and forth across her soft warm buttocks, occasionally letting her hand stray to the cleft of her sex which was becoming ever more moist as she thought about the boy and his promise. Eventually tiredness won out and she fell into a deep sleep, waking only when the alarm went off at 8:00 the next morning. She leapt out of bed and dived into the bathroom, showered and cleaned her teeth before pulling on her clothes then raced downstairs to the kitchen. She fed the cat and grabbed a bowl of cornflakes, stuffing them loudly down her throat before racing to the front door, car keys in hand ready for another day at the office. She arrived at fourteen minutes past nine, just inside the grace period, breathed a sigh of relief and clocked in before climbing the stairs to her office. She walked in to the hub of enterprise where hordes of her colleagues, who barely gave her a good morning, sat behind their PCs like statues seemingly frozen in concentration. Susan sat down at her own desk and switched on her machine then yawned loudly as it began the morning boot up procedure. The noise attracted the attention of her project leader, two desks away, who otherwise would have been oblivious to her arrival. 'Ah, good afternoon, Susan...' he said sarcastically '...nice of you to put in an appearance!' Susan smiled in a sweetly sardonic way in reply and began to enter her password. She grinned at the girl opposite who had leaned forward in a conspiratorial manner. 'Hi, Sue...' Karen Johnson whispered '...did.. er.. he keep you awake last night or something? Have you had another call...?' and, as Susan nodded '...I don't know why you don't go to the police. What did he ask you to do this time!' 'He didn't ask me anything...' Susan whispered in reply '...he told me he was coming round to whip my bare bottom!' Karen's hand went to her mouth but her exploding chortle raised eyes around the office for two seconds before the normal robotic concentration was restored. 'Cheeky bugger...,' Karen said, red faced as she absorbed the possibilities '...how awful! Susie, you've got to report him now...he could be dangerous!' Susan shook her head before replying. 'Nah...,' she whispered '...he's just a spotty faced little saddo with a vivid imagination. It's very naughty but I must admit I found it a bit exciting!' Karen shook her head in pity. 'God, you two were made for each other! You're as sick as he is!' A pointedly obvious cough from the direction of the opposite desk attracted their attention and the look on the project leader's face compelled an end to the conversation and a hurried return to concentrating on their work. All morning Susan entered and plotted stock market prices on the computer but her mind could not escape from images of being bent over the boy's knee with her pants down displaying her bottom to a total stranger. At one point she had to go to the Ladies for no other purpose than to change her panties, the ones she'd been wearing now hot and damp, so vivid were her daydreams. Just before lunch she received a phone call and, just for a second, wondered if...but then resolutely picked up the receiver. It was Gary from the computer room. 'Hi, S..S..Sue...,' he stammered in his usual style '...are you L...L...' 'Lunching...?' she asked softly, helping him out '...sure thing, I'll meet you by the stairs!' then slung her bag over her shoulder and set off for the staff restaurant. She smiled to herself as she saw Gary loitering by the staircase. Susan liked him a lot and was certain she'd like him a whole lot more if only he could develop some confidence. He was dying to ask her out and she'd tried to encourage him but the stammer always got in the way. She couldn't do it all for him...so she waited and waited. He'd get there one day! They sat together in the restaurant on their own, consuming ample helpings of steak and kidney pie. 'Is...is that b...b..boy still r..ringing you?' Gary asked her, his face etched with concern, and Susan longed to take hold of his hand but, of course, she didn't. 'Fraid so...' she said '...and he's getting cheekier, too. Last night he...' then checked for she knew Gary would be outraged that she'd tolerated such conversations. She looked down and he didn't press it. 'You sh..sh..should call the p..p..police...' Gary said between mouthfuls '...you...you're t..taking a b..big risk! I w..wish I c..c..could help!' Susan looked across at the bespectacled young man opposite, whose hapless shyness exacerbated his stammer terribly, and a sudden wonderful idea came to her. An idea which might solve everything in one magnificent swoop. 'Perhaps you can, Gary...' she said with a smile '...are you doing anything tonight? If not, perhaps you'd like to come round for dinner at about 7. He usually rings at eight. You might make all the difference!' She grinned as she saw the perspiration leap into his blushing cheeks and watched him take off his glasses with trembling fingers. 'R..r..really...?' he gasped '...I mean you really th..th..think...?' Susan put her hand gently on his arm. 'Yes I do...' she said, smiling '...I think you will make all the difference!' Susan arrived home at 5:30, dropped her shoulder bag in the hall and began taking off her clothes in preparation for a long lingering shower. Stepping under the shower, she closed her eyes as the water poured over her face and body, her breasts tingling as the heat turned her nipples a darker reddish hue. She began to soap her body, her hands gently stroking her buttocks as she began to imagine her plan taking shape. Her soapy fingers moved to the thick hair between her legs and she penetrated the slit with her forefinger, teasing and stroking as the evening's programme took shape in her mind. No, she wouldn't, she'd save it for later, so stopped the exploration of her vagina, stepped out of the warm water and began to towel herself down. What should she wear for Gary? She mused for a few minutes, still towelling herself down and walked into her bedroom. The doorbell rang at exactly seven and Susan walked down the hallway, shouting cautiously 'who's there?' just in case it was...but no, of course, it was Gary. When she opened the door and saw him standing there with flowers in his hand and a shy grin on his face, she could have kissed him but instead smiled happily and said 'Bang on time! Come in, and thanks for the flowers!' For a few seconds, Gary didn't move but just stared with open mouth at the vision of loveliness who stood before him. Susan had changed into a little black cocktail dress cut low so that the full swell of her breasts was emphasized, the skirt so short that it finished about six inches below the crotch, just hiding her panties. She grinned at him. 'Does that mean you're impressed or are you horrified?' she asked softly as he wiped his spectacles. 'N..N..No, y..you look f..f..fantastic!' he muttered, his eyes wide as he stumbled over the step to Susan's amusement. 'Sit down and take the weight off...' she told him with a grin as she ushered him into the dining room '...dinner won't be long...but I can't take the credit...I got us a takeaway from the Chinese!' 'G..great!' he said hoarsely then coughed as she turned round and walked out to the kitchen. Susan knew his eyes were boring into her bottom as she walked with an exaggerated sway out of the room. She smiled and wondered what would happen later on! They ate dinner in relative silence, Gary obviously overwhelmed by the appearance of his host, then she took the dishes out to the kitchen. It was 7:40 and her heart pounded for the next call was due at eight. Would everything go to plan? The next few minutes would tell!. She walked back into the living room with two cups of tea and sat on the sofa next to Gary who immediately moved up a bit to leave space between them. 'What's the matter? Do I have a personal hygiene problem?' she grinned and he began to stammer his apologies. 'Never mind, I'm just joking...' she said lightly as Gary returned to his original place his leg now rubbing against her bare thigh. She deliberately moved her thigh against his leg and heard him gasp, then saw the swelling prominence in the front of his trousers. Good, coming to the boil nicely! Just hope everything else works to plan! 'Now...,' Susan said softly '...let's talk about how you can help me finish these phone calls once and for all!' and she rested her hand lightly on his arm as she spoke. 'R..right...!' Gary said passionately '...so w..when he r..rings at eight, y.y.you g.give me the phone and I..I'll l..let him h..have it! I d..don't s..stammer when I'm angry!' Susan felt herself beginning to blush from the roots of her hair right down her face and neck to the swell of her breasts. 'No, you won't...' she murmured, touching his hand as she stared him full in the face '...because at five to eight...,' she paused as a fierce heat rose in her cheeks '...I want you to take my knickers down and start spanking my bare bottom...good and hard!She closed her eyes and winced at the crash as Gary's teacup broke into pieces as it fell from his trembling fingers. "W-w-what?" he managed as his mouth fell open, his face as red as a beetroot, and Susan swallowed hard. "I'm serious," she said quietly. "I want you to spank my bare bottom so he can hear it down the phone. It'll work, I know it will, because that's what HE wants to do most... so if he thinks I've got a man giving me the business, he'll be so upset he'll find somebody else to pester!" "B-b-but... Sue, surely not... I mean, isn't there?... I mean, my God... I..." and he swallowed hard and subsided into a burble. Susan grinned and put her hand on his arm. "Don't think I'm shameless, Gary! You ought to be honored to be chosen to deliver my first-ever spanking. Don't you want the job?" Gary was speechless, his mouth opening and closing like a stranded whale. "Y-yes... well, no... I mean, should I want to... I... I... I... Christ, Sue!" Susan gripped his arm tightly. "Yes, it's natural for a man to want to... and I want you to. It's the only way. It has to be genuine, and I have to be feeling it when I answer the phone or else he'll never buy it. Look, Gary, it's nearly five to eight! Now put me over your knee and make sure the phone is within my reach. You better..." she paused as she colored with embarrassment "...take my panties down and make yourself familiar with the terrain!" Gary sat stock still, his mouth gaping, and Susan decided to make things easier for him by easing her body across his lap, first flipping up the short skirt before adjusting her position, hands touching the floor. She heard his gasp and grinned as she felt the rapidly stiffening penis against her loins. The view must have been breathtaking, for she knew her bottom was full and shapely, covered only by a pair of sheer black lace panties which hardly hid anything. She waited expectantly, feeling Gary's legs trembling beneath her. "Come on then..." she said impatiently "...take them down and get cracking!" then pushed down on her hands to lift her hips clear of his legs. After what seemed like an age, she felt his hands tentatively grip the waistband of her panties before he rolled them down, so slowly, swallowing loudly as her bare bottom was revealed. Susan closed her eyes in joyous expectation as she awaited the fulfillment of her life's desire, her bare bottom wriggling seductively across his lap. Then his hand descended onto her right buttock with all the force of a feather, and Susan's disappointment was overwhelming. "Goddamn it, Gary..." she hissed angrily "...are you a man or a mouse? Spank me, for God's sake, and make me feel it!" She sensed his anger immediately at the rebuke as his breath quickened, then suddenly her bottom was aflame as a hand swept down with force onto her bare cheeks. It was as if the floodgates had opened, for suddenly her bottom was assailed by blows on both cheeks, hard smacks which took her breath away, and she began to smile with delight for it was just as good as Jenny had... Brrrrrrr, Brrrrrrr, the telephone began to ring as Susan gasped in surprise and made to move to answer it, but she was held down firmly as a hand reached down and moved the phone away from her grasp. The spanking paused as the phone was lifted from the hook, and she first heard the boy's familiar voice saying "Hello Susan, are you ready for a good thrashing?" then a voice she hardly recognized, a voice so sure, so confident that her heart leapt with joy. "This is not Susan..." the voice replied angrily "...it's her boyfriend, and if you ever ring this number again, I'll personally come round and take you apart. Don't think your scrambler device will save you because I'm a Telecom engineer, and we have ways of getting through these little problems. You're a sad, sick boy, and I advise you to get off this line...for good!" Susan lay in wonder across Gary's lap as she heard the authority in his voice...and not a trace of a stammer! She heard the boy's strangled gasp at the other end, his voice almost choked in tears as he shouted "Oh Christ, the bloody bitch! I thought she was..." before slamming down the phone. Gulping with excitement, Susan muttered quietly "That wasn't in the script, Gary, you were supposed to let him hear...OOOOWWW" as she was jolted by a firm smack across her rump. "From now on, young lady, I'm dictating the script..." Gary said firmly but with a hint of excitement "...and I'm not pandering to his sick games. He won't be back, so I suppose I don't need to spank you any more...but I'm going to! You could have been in danger playing up to nutters like that instead of reporting him, and you deserve a bloody good hiding! Which is exactly what you're going to get!" Susan's body shivered with excitement as she waited for the firm hand across her naked buttocks. "Yes, Gary..." she said quietly "...and I deserve every spank...but now you're my boyfriend, will you take me to bed when you've finished and make it better...please, love?"

Authors/Alex_Birch/My spanking stories/Nuisance Calls.txt

Ken

Aunt Raven: The Story Of Jenny

'Jen, Becky, and Carl, it's time for lunch!' Claire yelled from the backdoor of the house, hoping the kids hadn't snuck down to the river again. She loved living this far from town, but the river made her so nervous. Even with the kids being 19, 18, and 13, it bothered her so much. 'Coming!' Jenny yelled from the woods, watching Carl shoving his thing back in his pants as fast as he could. 'Why do you always get so scared when she calls us? You know she never leaves the house and I wanted to suck it,' she added, pulling him against her body, wondering what it was going to feel like doing him. Carl loved Jenny so much, but he knew this wasn't right. Brothers and sisters didn't do these things, but Jenny made him so hard and the things she did were great. 'Really?' he asked with a grin, remembering how great it felt when she rubbed her big boobies around him and let him shoot his stuff. 'Can we do it tonight?' he asked, reaching up under her small blouse to caress both her nipples, knowing it drove her crazy when he touched them. Jenny was helpless when he touched her like this, but there was no way she'd ever let him know. She liked having the upper hand and having him wrapped around her finger as tight as she could get. 'I might,' she teased, knowing she planned to suck him dry. She'd wanted to try it all summer and finally had the nerve. 'I can't wait!' Carl smiled, thinking of his beautiful sister sucking him and how fun it was going to be. Jenny smiled at him and licked her full, red lips. 'You're going to love it,' she whispered, moving against him, giving him a very long and deep kiss before she pulled away. 'Becky, it's time to go!' Jenny yelled down the hill for the young girl, hoping she hadn't seen them kissing. 'I'm coming!' Becky yelled to Jenny, wondering if she and Carl were being nasty again. She knew they liked kissing each other and she knew it was wrong, but Jenny told her not to tell or the boogeyman would come and get her. 'I hope she never tells Dad on us,' Carl said, thinking of Dad beating him for messing with Jenny. He was a master using the belt and Carl never wanted to feel it again. Last year, Carl set fire to the old barn and Daddy really let Carl know that he did wrong. Jenny laughed as she fixed her blouse. 'She's not going to say anything. I told her the boogeyman would come and get her if she did!' Jenny laughed, wondering if tonight would be the night that she and Carl would do it. She was so sick of playing and was ready to go all the way, even if he was her brother. 'Jenny! You shouldn't have told her that,' he said, shaking his head, wondering why Jenny was so mean all the time. Becky was a good girl, but Jenny loved teasing her to no end. 'Who cares,' she snapped at him. 'It's about time she grew up. Mom and Dad treat her like a fucking baby,' she added, as jealousy rushed over her, remembering when she got all of Daddy's love. Carl looked at her in shock. 'Jenny, take it easy,' he said, putting on his shirt and started towards the house, wondering why Jenny was acting this way. Everyone was upset that Mom had cancer and was going to die, but Jenny had gotten so mean. 'Fuck you, Carl!' Jenny said, looking at her brother, and heard Becky walking up the path. 'Hurry up, you little brat before you get us in trouble again!' Jenny yelled, shoving Becky in the back, making her drop one of her dolls on the ground. 'Fucking brat!' she said to herself, wondering why Daddy loved Becky more than her now. She was willing to do anything for him, but he just pushed her aside for Becky. 'You guys wash up; Daddy is coming home for lunch today,' Claire Wildwood said, flipping a piece of chicken in the skillet as her children rushed into the house. 'If your clothes are dirty, go ahead and change,' she added, watching excitement fill their faces. He'd been spending a lot of time at their mill, trying to fill an order that was going to change their lives forever, if completed on time. 'Mommy, why is Jenny so mean to me?' Becky asked, standing by her mom with a sad face, wondering why her big sister that she loved so much treated her this way. Claire sat down the fork and knelt down to hug her youngest daughter. 'Oh baby,' she moaned, caressing Becky's back, hoping to comfort her. 'What's she been doing? I'll have a talk with her tonight,' she added with a big smile, hoping to ease the young girl's sadness. 'She's been mean to me all summer. She pushes me, calls me names and never plays with me anymore,' the young girl replied, hoping mom could make her stop being mean. She loved Jenny and this made her so sad. 'Well, she's a big girl now. I can make her stop being mean, but I can't make her play,' Claire said, caressing Becky's face, hoping that it wasn't a mistake moving the family so far out in the country. They didn't have any friends, only at school. Jenny graduated, Carl would next year, and Becky played with her imaginary friends all day. 'Ok Mommy,' Becky said, giving her a hug and made her way through the house to wash, hoping that she wouldn't see Jenny. Jenny was standing around the corner and heard everything Becky told mom, and she was so mad she couldn't stand it. 'Brat!' she said to herself, knowing Becky was going to pay for this. 'I'll get you later!' Jenny whispered and ran to her room to change for Daddy. Jenny found her small yellow blouse, a pair of jeans that were two sizes too small and just about worn out. She knew he liked the jeans because there were so many times she'd caught him looking at her butt and he'd wink at her. 'He'll look at me now!' Jenny smiled, running her hands over her very shapely hips and butt, hoping Daddy would give her some attention. She missed being in his arms and feeling his big, strong hands over her butt, it made her feel so warm inside. She brushed her hair, powdered her nose, and after putting on a dab of lipstick, she made her way to the kitchen. 'Jenny!' Claire gasped at her daughter, wondering why she'd dressed this way. 'Why are you wearing those jeans? They should have been thrown out a long time ago,' she added, looking at her daughter, knowing that she had grown into a very seductive young lady and needed to be around people her own age. Jenny gave mom an evil sneer as she walked to the table and sat down. 'I think they look great!' she smiled, quickly looking to Carl, and from the look on his face, Jenny knew he loved them. 'After lunch,' mom said, looking to Jenny. 'I want them in the fire barrel,' she added with a firm voice, knowing she needed to remind Jenny who the boss was before things got any worse than they were. She just smiled, knowing that after Daddy saw her, she'd keep them. 'I will,' Jenny replied, thinking of another pair she hated that would be burned instead. She gave Carl a glance and saw him trying his best to look at her without being caught by mom. 'If Daddy wants me, our playing is over,' she thought, knowing he would be so hard from seeing her great ass shoved in the tight jeans. Becky was sitting on the far side of the table, when they heard Daddy's car driving towards the house. 'Yes!' Jenny said, jumping up and ran towards the door as fast as she could go. She wanted Daddy to see her before he did Becky, and she knew he'd be hugging her from now on. 'Becky, go out the back and you can beat Jenny,' Carl laughed, hoping to spoil Jenny's plans with Dad. He loved playing with her and if Daddy started hugging her again, Carl knew he wouldn't. 'Hurry!' Carl laughed, knowing the small girl could outrun Jenny with no problem. Mom just shook her head at him, knowing that he was causing more problems. 'You need your butt kicked,' she said, looking to her son, wondering why he did this to Jenny. Claire knew John was slowly pushing Jenny away from him and she knew why. It was because Jenny was a very attractive young lady and it made the pain of not having sex more excruciating than ever. Jenny rushed out on the large front porch and quickly saw Daddy's eyes looking at her. She saw a look on his handsome face that she hadn't seen in a long time. Daddy was looking at her with the same lustful look on his face that had been reserved for mom. She couldn't help but feeling a fire growing between her legs as she rushed towards him. 'My God!' was all John Wildwood could say when he saw his beautiful daughter, and for the first time in a year, he felt his cock jump with excitement. He watched her running towards him, her long, brown hair flowing in the soft, summer breeze, her very large breasts bouncing with each of her long strides and those hips. 'Lord!' he thought, hoping the man that won her heart would know what he had. Jenny saw that Becky was running around the side of the house and was going to beat her to Daddy. 'You brat!' Jenny said, running as fast as she could move, giving Becky a shove in the back, and Jenny continued on to 'her' Daddy.She jumped into his big, strong arms, and she was in heaven as he held her tight and gave her a kiss. "I'm glad to see you," she whispered to him in a voice that she knew turned Carl on. "I missed you too," he replied, enjoying the feel of her large breasts smashed to his chest and her seductive hips against his growing cock. "You look great," he moaned, reaching to caress the ass that he used to love seeing wiggle, but after Claire couldn't have sex, he all but stopped looking at Jenny. Jenny was lost in his soft, but strong touch, wondering if she could win his heart and be his lover. She knew Mom couldn't do it anymore and figured poor Daddy must be going crazy without sex. She wanted to help him and wouldn't stop until she did. "Thank you," she moaned as Mom's voice yelled for Daddy and broke this wonderful moment with him. He pulled from Jenny, looked to his wife holding Becky in her arms, and wondered why the young girl was screaming. "What the heck?" he said in shock as he ran to Claire and saw Becky's mouth was bleeding very badly. He turned to Jenny and saw her laughing at her baby sister. "Why in the hell are you laughing?" he asked as anger poured over him. He grabbed Jenny's arm and jerked her to Becky. "Look what you did!" he yelled, watching blood flowing from Becky's little mouth. "I didn't do it," Jenny lied, not caring about her sister, hoping the little brat would die. "She must have slipped," she lied again, knowing that once again, Becky had come between her and Daddy. "You shoved her!" Mom yelled in Jenny's face, wondering why Jenny was so mean to her sister. "Go to your room and I do not want to see you until morning!" she yelled louder than before, trying to comfort Becky. Jenny couldn't believe this. The kid she hated ruined it again. "No!" she yelled back to her mother. "She slipped and I won't do it!" Jenny screamed and didn't see Daddy's big hand swinging towards her butt. "Ouch!" she screamed, feeling as if her butt had been set on fire, and when she realized what happened, her heart broke in two. For the first time in her life, Daddy hit her. John couldn't believe Jenny. He drew back his mighty hand and slapped Jenny's ass hard as he could. The one he was just caressing and getting so excited over, harder than anyone deserved, let alone his sexy, young daughter. "Do what your mother said, now!" John yelled at the love of his life, knowing it was wrong. Jenny grabbed her butt, hoping the blistering pain would stop. She jumped up and down as tears poured from her pretty eyes, wondering why Daddy hit her. "I hate you!" she screamed at him. "I hate you!" she screamed again, running into the house, wishing she would die, and then he would be sorry. Once up the stairs and at her room, Jenny turned towards the front door. "I hate you!" she screamed again, rushed inside, slammed the door and fell across her bed. Claire covered her mouth in shock. John swore that he would never hit either of his daughters and leave that to her, but he'd just hit Jenny. "Oh John!" Claire said, feeling tears forming in his eyes. She knew Jenny needed to be punished for hurting Becky, but she couldn't believe this. John was also in shock at what just transpired, and he wanted to die. Jenny was a young girl that just wanted his love, the love he was trying to avoid. After Claire started getting sick, it was so difficult to hold or hug Jenny, so he pushed her away. It wasn't right for a father to be excited or feel lust for his own blood, and that's what started to happen. He turned and walked away, walking away from the sounds of his two darling daughters crying in pain. Later that night, after everyone was in bed and John had a shower, he knew it was time to apologize to Jenny. He felt so bad for what he'd done and needed to tell her he was sorry. He walked to her door, gently tapped and walked in. "My God!" John whispered as he looked to her lying on her bed, still in the breathtaking pair of jeans, with her legs slightly spread. "You're beautiful," he moaned, walking to sit on her bed, and he couldn't keep his eyes from her very shapely ass. "Baby," he whispered, touching her arm, hoping she'd talk to him. Jenny heard him coming in her room and acted as if she was sleeping. She didn't want him touching her or to hear his apology, she was mad at him. "I'm sorry, baby," he said, rubbing her back, trying his best not to look at her great, little ass, but he couldn't. She was beautiful. "I'd never hurt my best girl," he smiled, rubbing her more and reached to caress her ass. "Oh shit!" John moaned at the feel of Jenny and knew he needed to leave before he did something bad. "I love you so much!" he moaned again as he slowly moved his big hand over every inch of Jenny's ass, and then he got up and left. Jenny was in shock. Daddy was rubbing her butt, and she knew it wasn't the kind of rubbing a Daddy was supposed to do. "Wow!" she whispered as the feel of his hand touching her was still flooding over her body. "I should have said something; maybe he would have hugged me," Jenny said as sadness overtook her, and she heard the screen door to the porch open. "Maybe it's not too late," she smiled, jumped out of bed, stripped off her clothes and found her best nightshirt and a tiny pair of panties to wear. "If he liked touching me, he's going to love this," she smiled and made her way down to him, hoping he'd show her love. John sat on the front porch looking out into the darkness, thinking of the last time he had sex with Claire, wishing she was better. He took a drink of his whiskey, lit another cigarette and didn't notice there was someone looking at him. "Daddy," Jenny said, moving in front of him and slowly sat on his lap. "How come you're still up?" she asked, knowing there were many nights that he stayed up until the early morning hours, and she felt something on her bare thigh. John couldn't help but jump when Jenny sat on him. He was naked, and his very alluring daughter was sitting on him with only a pair of panties separating them. "I couldn't sleep, and I tried talking to you. I wanted to tell you that I was sorry for slapping you," he replied, hoping she would notice his cock, but with it on her thigh, he knew better. "Oh God!" Jenny thought as Daddy's big thing touched her, wishing that he wanted her. "How do you ever get that in Mom?" she asked herself, trying to imagine Daddy getting it in their Mom and if she liked it. She thought Carl was a freak, he was so big, but now; Jenny knew Carl's was nothing. "It's ok, Daddy," she said, hugging him as tight as she could. "Daddy, how come you never hold me anymore?" Jenny asked, putting out her lower lip, remembering that Daddy loved it and would give her anything she wanted. She missed being in his arms. He always gave her the most wonderful feeling, but he just stopped it last year, leaving her so lonely and lost. How could he tell his sexy, young daughter that he had to stop hugging her before he molested her? She was beautiful. Her long brown hair, big brown eyes and the most wonderful body that he'd ever seen, made him so hard, and there was no way he would make love to her. "You got too big, sweetie," he lied, wishing Jenny would get up before his cock went wild and got harder. It did feel so good having her on him with her very tiny nightshirt and panties, but he knew it would just leave him in agony. "I miss you hugging me," she whispered, slipping her arms around his neck and hugged him. She loved smelling him, and his big, strong body made her feel so warm inside. "Hug me, Daddy," she purred in a voice that she knew drove poor Carl crazy, and she hoped it would Daddy too. "Oh baby, you're killing me!" he thought, knowing that he shouldn't touch a single hair on Jenny's head, let alone hug her. But, he did, and it felt so good to hug her, and he felt his cock growing. Jenny felt it too, and she couldn't help but smile. Daddy stopped hugging her because she turned him on. "You're so big," she whispered in his ear, and could swear she heard him moan. "I love the way it feels," she panted, hoping he didn't put her over his knee and spank her ass again. This was fun, and Jenny didn't want it to end. "It's so smooth and hot!" she moaned as his big hands started rubbing her back and slowly around her tummy. John smiled, knowing his baby girl was growing up and was just as excited as he was. "I don't think you should be saying you like my thing touching you," he said in a calming voice as he continued rubbing her stomach, enjoying her innocent flesh against his fingers, quickly remembering why he stopped hugging her. "But I do," she whispered with a soft moan, hoping he'd touch her more, between her legs. He was sure to be so gentle, not like Carl and his rough fingers. "It makes me tingle all over, and I'm getting real hot," she whispered as his big hand slowly and very carefully moved down her tummy. He couldn't help but smile. Jenny was just like her mother, a sexual woman that loved to be touched. "I bet you are," he smiled, knowing this was so wrong, but he needed a release. He hadn't been with his wife in over a year. The cancer in her stomach was too much to endure during sex, so he left her alone. "I've missed holding you," he said, moving his hand around Jenny's stomach, hoping he could stop before things got out of hand. She was his daughter, and there was no way he could go all the way. Some hugging, petting and sweet talk, but no sex with her. Jenny was in heaven as her Daddy's big hands were driving her crazy. He was so much better at touching her than Carl; she wanted to explode in his arms. "I love you touching me," she moaned, arching her back, making sure that her large right breast brushed over his face, wondering if he'd suck her nipple.She saw him sucking Mom's one night and knew it felt good from the way she moaned and begged for more. He couldn't believe this was his daughter. She was driving him crazy with her sweet words, and now her breast was only inches from his mouth. 'I should turn you over my knee, but,' he paused to enjoy the feel of her panties against his fingers and a wonderful smell coming from between her legs. His baby girl was excited for him. 'I like this. My little girl has turned into a lady and is driving me crazy!' he laughed, continuing to enjoy her body and the soft panties that were keeping him from turning down a forbidden road of lust. Jenny giggled, hoping that her Daddy would just give in to his needs as a man. She knew that he and Mom hadn't been together in a very, very long time, and Jenny was more than willing to take her place in his bed. 'I'm glad,' she whispered, sliding her hand down until she touched the very thing that made her, and it felt breathtaking. 'Oh Daddy!' she whimpered, running her fingers over it, and when he moaned in her ear, Jenny knew he was hers. 'Do you like that?' Jenny whispered, knowing he did. She'd used the same techniques to drive Carl insane, and Jenny figured Daddy would love it too. 'Oh you're a bad girl,' he moaned as her little fingers slid over his swollen head, and it felt so good. 'Yes, I love it,' he whispered, holding her tighter, wishing that he had the nerve to take her, but he didn't, and would enjoy this for now. 'I want to make you feel good again, like before Mom got sick,' she whispered as tears began to fill her eyes, thinking of him not being loved. 'I know Mom can't do it anymore, and I see the hurt on your face every time you're near her.' Jenny said, wishing that Daddy could see the sincerity in her eyes. She loved him with all of her heart and hated him being in any kind of pain. John couldn't believe that she could see his pain, and he quickly knew that he'd made a horrible mistake when he pushed her away. 'My baby sure knows her Daddy well,' he smiled, hugging her, and he couldn't resist, his hand went lower, and he felt Jenny suck in a long and very slow breath of air. 'Daddy,' she paused again to enjoy his big hand between her legs and hoped he wouldn't get upset at her next words. 'I can be your lover. Nobody will ever know.' Jenny whispered as she slid on the floor, between his legs and started kissing his swollen manhood. He closed his eyes, enjoying Jenny kissing him, and for the first time since Claire had been diagnosed with cancer, he felt good. 'Mmm,' he moaned with each of her warm, loving kisses, hoping he wouldn't cum on her. If she was willing to do this and keep it between them, so was he. 'I love you, Daddy.' Jenny whispered, hoping she could suck him. He was so big, and she knew Daddy needed her help. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and slowly lowered, sucking him inside. The heat from him made Jenny want to explode, and when she felt his blood rushing through it, she couldn't help but rubbing herself. She and Daddy were now lovers, and Jenny couldn't be happier. He just sat, enjoying her innocent mouth trying its best to please him. 'Oh Jenny!' he moaned, reaching to hold her beautiful face, wishing he could stop this, but the pleasures that were overtaking him won the battle. He held her as she gently sucked, sending pleasures running through that he thought were long gone. 'My baby girl is all grown up,' he whispered as her tiny moans filled his ears. Jenny loved doing this for her Daddy, and when he moaned, she wished he would do her just as he did Mom. She wanted him to love her, give her the wonderful feelings he gave Mom when he made love to her. She was a big girl now; he could love her the very same way. Jenny pulled him from her mouth, and she was on fire. She moved closer to him, gently stroking his thing and said, 'Love me like you do Mom. I can do it, I'm as big as she is, maybe even bigger,' she begged with her tiny hand wrapped around him, slowly moving up and down, praying he would. He sat enjoying Jenny and her tender mouth trying to suck him. She felt so warm and loving; he fought to hold back his release. Jenny was a wonderful girl to think she needed to help him, and he loved her for it. 'Oh Jenny!' he moaned, but when she pulled from him, he couldn't believe what she said. His mind raced as it tried to figure this out. Yes, she was a big girl and the most beautiful thing he'd seen since his wife, but she was his daughter. 'What did you say?' he asked, making sure that it wasn't some sort of dream. Jenny's heart sank, and she knew Daddy wasn't going to love her. 'I said, love me like you used to Mom,' she said in a soft voice that she knew Daddy loved to hear as her hand moved up and down his thing. 'I'm a big girl. I'm 19 and I want you to do me,' she whispered again, wishing that she could see Daddy's face better and if he liked her hand. If he did, she knew there might be a chance that he'd love her or think about it. He was still in shock, but her hand kept him in a trance. He hadn't cum in a year and hated doing it himself, so he would enjoy his lovely daughter. 'Oh God, baby,' he moaned as he tried to figure this out. Jenny had him, and it was going to be so hard resisting her now. 'Let's take this nice and slow and not rush,' he moaned as she moved faster and thought to spit on his cock, making it so nice and slippery. 'Will you think about it?' Jenny asked, leaning to kiss his fat head as she pumped him faster. 'Please, Daddy!' she begged, making sure to use the voice he loved, and she had a wonderful idea. Jenny lifted her shirt over her head and leaned forward, smashing her large breasts around Daddy's thing. 'Oh Daddy!' Jenny moaned, wishing that she didn't need both hands to hold her breasts around him; she needed to rub her pussy. John fell back in his chair and let go. His daughter had him by the cock, and he didn't care. She was going to be a wonderful lover, and he couldn't wait to enjoy her. 'You can't say anything about this,' he moaned, wishing he could see his cock between Jenny's beautiful tits. 'I won't, Daddy' she replied as nothing but love flowed through her. 'I love you so much!' Jenny said as tears ran from her brown eyes, dripping on her breasts and Daddy's hard thing. Her Daddy was going to make her his lover, and she was going to do anything that he wanted. She would be number one again. Becky could sit and watch Daddy hugging and kissing her now. 'I love you, Daddy,' she whispered as he used her breasts. 'Ok, we're going to do this right,' he said, standing up in front of her, forcing his thing back in her mouth, and it was so deep, Jenny couldn't help gagging. 'You suck it as hard as you can!' he said in a firm voice that Jenny knew very well and that he meant business. She was scared to death, but Jenny knew Daddy would never hurt her. Jenny wanted him to do her just as he did Mom, and there was no backing out now. It was time to grow up and help her Daddy. She sucked him with all of her might, and it felt so good. He filled every inch of her mouth, but he was so gentle. 'Oh yes!' he moaned as Jenny sucked him. 'That's my girl,' he moaned again and started moving his hips. He needed to fuck, and Jenny wanted to be a big girl, so he was going to enjoy her. 'Oh baby!' he moaned, holding her head and started fucking her innocent mouth. 'Oh that's it!' he moaned, feeling her relaxing, and to his surprise, she tilted her head, letting him slip down her throat. 'Oh my God!' he gasped as she began to gently swallow him. 'I can't believe this!' he laughed, moving a bit faster, hoping to cum, but not hurt Jenny. She relaxed, and his thing was down her throat. 'Oh Daddy!' she moaned to herself, wondering when his stuff was going to come. Carl took only a few seconds, but this was Daddy, and he used to do Mom for hours before he stopped. 'Go Daddy! Do it to me!' Jenny thought as he used her mouth, and she loved hearing him moan. She knew it was because of her, and she loved it. He was in heaven as he looked down to see his stiff cock fucking Jenny's innocent mouth. 'My baby girl!' he moaned, knowing it wasn't going to be much longer before he started cumming. He loved fucking her mouth, but there was no way he was going to cum. 'I'm going to cum on your tities,' he grunted, easing from her mouth and pointed to her breasts. 'Do it like you did before,' he quickly said, hoping this worked. He loved looking at Jenny, her great body, and had a few dreams of cumming on her breasts. So, he had hopes that he could now. He stood enjoying both her tiny hands going up and down his cock as fast as she could move and knew it wasn't going to be much longer. Jenny stroked him as fast as she could and waited for Daddy's stuff to come. He was going to do it on her tities, her favorite place to have touched, and Jenny knew she would explode when he did. She pumped faster, spitting on it as often as she could, making sure she kept his thing wet. She quickly figured that he loved it like that; she also knew that her pussy would be just as wet, maybe more. 'Do it, Daddy,' she whispered, wanting to feel his stuff shooting all over her tities. Daddy was bigger than Carl, and he was sure to drown her in his. 'Shoot it on your girl,' she whispered in the soft voice, wishing that it was light, so they could see each other better. She loved watching Carl when she rubbed his thing, and Daddy was really having fun doing her, it would be a blast seeing him. He stood with Jenny's hands stroking him as good as any girl had ever done before, and her talking was driving him crazy. 'You're my girl. My big girl, now!' he moaned, knowing it was going to be soon. No man could take this pleasure and not cum. He loved Jenny with all of his heart, and now he was taking her as his lover. 'Go baby! Go!He moaned as his own thoughts of his darling daughter drove him over the edge. "Oh yes!" he cried as a year's worth of cum shot from his cock and onto Jenny, his daughter. Jenny stroked him so fast her arms hurt, but there was no way she was going to stop. Her Daddy was having fun and she guessed that he was only seconds from shooting his stuff on her. "Come on, Daddy," she smiled, wishing that they could see each other better. Jenny wanted to see his stuff shooting from his thing. "Do it, Daddy!" she moaned in her soft voice, hoping it was helping him, and then, it came. Her Daddy started shooting so much stuff on her breasts and face that Jenny was in shock. "That's my Daddy," she whispered, stroking him, wanting him to have all the fun he wanted. After a few more minutes, John figured that Jenny's arms must be ready to fall off. "Oh, baby!" he moaned, hugging her against his hips, wishing that he had taken her. She was 19 and from what she'd just done, she was ready. "You're wonderful," he smiled as his fingers ran through her silky hair, and he sat back on the chair. "You'll never know how great that felt," he whispered as she moved back on his lap, facing him, and he quickly felt that her panties were off. "I think you lost something," he teased, sliding his big hands down her back and over her ass. "Really?" she moaned, enjoying his soft touch on her, but there was something so much better. Daddy's giant thing was rubbing on her wet pussy, and Jenny loved it. "Oh, Daddy, I love you so much!" Jenny moaned again, feeling that fire deep in her pussy, and she was ready. She spread her legs as wide as she could, wishing his thing would go in her. "Make me feel good," she begged, moving her hips, hoping that Daddy would make it all better. "Do me, Daddy! Please!" Jenny begged, humping against him as fast as she could move. He held her, hoping she'd just cum on him for now and wait until they could really have fun. "Go, baby," he whispered, rubbing her ass with one hand while the other tormented her excited nipples. "Cum on, baby," he smiled, giving her their first passionate kiss, and he knew there would be lots of them. He loved kissing a beautiful woman, and Jenny was going to be kissed every chance he had. "Come on, sugar," he moaned, wishing that she would hurry before he changed his mind about taking her now. Her heavy breathing, moaning, and her wet pussy were quickly driving him crazy. "Ok, Daddy," she moaned, wanting to do anything he asked of her. "I'm burning all over!" Jenny cried as the heat from her young pussy was now floating to every part of her body. "Help me, Daddy!" she moaned in the night air, hoping the man she loved could ease this suffering. He held her, wishing that he'd just made love to Jenny. The poor thing was going crazy with lust, and he hoped she'd cum on him. He loved her so much and knew this was killing her. "My baby. Daddy's girl!" he said, pulling her mouth to his, kissing her as deep as he could, and he moved his hand between her legs. "Daddy is going to fix it," he whispered and slid two fingers as far in her as he could. "Oh my God!" Jenny squealed, wondering what Daddy put in her and hoping she hadn't woken anyone up. She would die if somebody came and they had to stop now. Jenny needed to feel better, and Daddy was sure to fix her. "It feels so good," she moaned as they kissed, breathed in each other's air, and a strange feeling came over her. "My Daddy!" Jenny whimpered and fell into his strong, loving arms, enjoying her body shaking, her head spinning, and most of all, her pussy exploding on his fingers. He held Jenny as she orgasmed around his fingers, and she felt so good. Her pussy was so tight, and he couldn't wait to get her alone. "Maybe I'll take her to town, spoil her rotten and get a room," he thought as Jenny's moaning broke his thoughts of taking her. "Daddy's big girl," he whispered, caressing her back, enjoying her hot flesh on his fingers and her panting for air. "Will it always be that good?" Jenny asked with a giggle and leaned to kiss him. Other than kissing Carl, Daddy was only her second guy. Her tongue slowly moved around, enjoying the taste of him, and knew they would be doing this a lot. "When will you do me like Mom?" Jenny asked after the kiss ended, hoping it would be soon. She wanted to be Daddy's second wife, the one he made love to at night. He just smiled as he held her close. "I'll think of a way, but you can't hurry this. We have to be very careful," he said in his strong, Daddy voice. "I won't, Daddy. I just love you and can't wait to have you do me," she smiled, laying over him, enjoying the feel of being back in his arms again. "Will you carry me to bed?" Jenny asked in her soft voice, knowing that he would. He couldn't help but smile. Jenny may be a big girl now, but deep down she was still his baby. He stood up with her arms and legs wrapped around him and carried her to bed. The next morning, Claire, Becky, Carl, and John were in the kitchen ready for breakfast. "I'm staying home today, and I'm thinking that the Wildwood family needs a day in town," John said with a big smile, knowing he hadn't missed a day at the mill in years. "And," he said, giving Carl and Becky a smile, "I think we need to go in town and just have some fun," he added, knowing the kids hadn't been there since summer began and they needed to get away from the house. Claire was in shock. John never just "stayed home" unless he was deathly sick or a holiday of some kind, but she liked the idea very much. "What brought this on?" she asked with a smile, pulling a pan of bread from the oven and sitting it on the table. "I don't know," he replied, remembering the fun they always had before she started getting sick. "Are you feeling good today?" he asked, hoping that she'd feel good enough to go with them. Claire needed to have a little fun herself, before she started getting worse. She just smiled at him, thinking of when the time came for her to go and how it was going to hurt him. "I think I'll be fine," she smiled to the man she loved so dearly, wishing that she could give him the things a man needed. "One of you needs to go and wake Jenny. She has to be starving." Claire said, thinking of her oldest daughter going without dinner last night and how yesterday's events broke her heart. "I will," John said, giving his wife a smile as he stood up. "I need to talk with her," he added and walked from the room, knowing they'd already had a very good talk last night and he needed to 'talk' with her a little more. Jenny lay across her bed thinking of Daddy and what happened last night, hoping it would happen again. She heard a soft tap on her door and she knew. "Come in," she whispered with a smile, knowing that Daddy was the only one in the house that bothered to knock. He walked in her room, felt his cock growing hard, and when he saw her lying on the bed naked, he grew more. "Very nice!" he moaned, walking towards her and sat on her bed. "How's my girl this morning?" he asked, reaching to caress Jenny's hard right nipple, enjoying the feel of touching a woman, even if it was his daughter. "I'm good," she moaned, sliding towards him until his growing cock was only inches from her face. "Can we play a few minutes?" Jenny asked with a smile as she unzipped his shorts and pulled out his cock. "It's so nice!" she moaned, wrapping both her small hands around it. "I wanted to see it so bad last night," she whispered, leaning to him, gently sucking the swollen head, watching nothing but pleasure on his handsome face. He looked down and realized how wonderful it was to see his cock in a woman's mouth again. She was his baby, but she was so willing to please him, and it had been so long. "That's it!" he moaned, watching Jenny smile as she sucked, and John knew he'd be taking her the first chance they had. "I need to think of a way to get you and I into town, alone," he thought, watching her nursing his cock, wondering if she could handle him cumming in her mouth. He felt his cum boiling and knew this wasn't going to take very long. "Go, baby!" he moaned again, hoping she liked it, and he came. His cum shot from the end of his cock like a hose, and Jenny sucked harder. "Yes, Daddy," she thought, watching his face, wondering if he wanted her to keep on sucking instead of cumming on her breasts, and she quickly knew the answer. His stuff shot out, into her mouth and was down her throat before she could think, but Jenny didn't mind, she loved it. Once again, she'd made her Daddy feel so good, and it warmed her young heart. He sat in shock at what Jenny had done, but he wasn't complaining, it was wonderful to cum in her mouth. "Damn!" he whispered, leaning to give her a hug. "We're going in town today," he said, enjoying her squeal of excitement. "Would you like me to rub you now or wait till later?" he asked, giving her a long and deep kiss. Jenny was so happy. She just sucked her Daddy, and now they were going to town. "I think later, on the porch again. Is it just us or is everyone going?" she asked, hoping he'd say yes, but she knew from his face everyone would be going. "Can we get something too?" Jenny asked, hoping that their newfound playing would get her something very special. He smiled, knowing that they were and Jenny would be getting something extra special. "I think so," he smiled, giving her one last kiss before he stood up. "You need to get up and get dressed," he smiled, looking on the floor to see the tempting outfit Jenny wore yesterday. "Wear this again," he smiled, handing Jenny the small blouse and extremely tight jeans. She made a sad face and replied, "Mom told me to throw them away," she said, putting out her lip, knowing that Daddy's eyes would be on her butt the entire time.'I'll take care of it,' he gave her a wink and left her room, feeling better than he had in a year, but the same dirty thought of doing things with Jenny filled his mind. 'I'll burn in hell, but it sure feels good,' he smiled, walking to his bedroom to dress. 'Once in town, John handed out money and watched Carl and Becky running down the sidewalk to the toy store. 'How much would you like?' John asked his wife with a smile, knowing she was still mad at him for letting Jenny wear the scandalous outfit she had on yesterday. She just gave him a cool look and replied, 'I don't care,' she said, knowing he must like looking at Jenny and who was she to stand in his way. She couldn't have sex anymore, and if it helped John to masturbate, Claire didn't care. 'I'm sorry for getting mad. It's still hard realizing what a beautiful, young lady she is,' she smiled, giving him a hug and hoped it helped him seeing Jenny like this. 'I know,' he replied, hugging her. 'I'm going to go get her a little ring or something. I still feel so bad for what I did,' he said, looking at Claire, hoping she wouldn't figure the real reason for buying Jenny something nice. 'I think that will be nice,' she smiled, knowing she had the best husband in the world. 'Make sure it's nice. She deserves it.' Claire said with a smile as she turned to see Jenny watching them hug and could have sworn she looked jealous of them. 'I will,' he replied, watching Claire making her way down the street, knowing she was going to find Becky and Carl. She hated going to town and not keep a close eye on her kids. 'Let's go!' he said, grabbing Jenny's great ass and gave it a good squeeze. 'I've got a big surprise for you,' he smiled, enjoying Jenny's heated body against his, trying to think of a way to get her to town alone. 'What is it?' she asked, walking as close to her Daddy as she could get, savoring his big hand on her butt. 'Daddy, can I suck you again tonight, I feel so hot again,' she smiled, knowing he would and this time, she prayed that he would do her. She wanted to feel his big, long thing in her pussy and be his lover so badly she hurt. 'I think so,' he replied, thinking of Jenny sucking him again. 'Did you like this morning?' he asked, giving her a wink, feeling his cock getting hard as thoughts of it filled his mind. 'Oh yes!' she moaned as visions of him being in her mouth quickly made her wet. 'Your stuff was so nice and warm,' she purred as they walked down the street arm in arm and as close as they could get. 'And, it tasted so good too!' she moaned, looking to see a smile on his face, knowing he was thinking about it too. 'I'm glad you liked it,' he said, caressing Jenny's ass, hoping he could hold off on taking her at home, but if not, so be it. 'I love doing that to a girl and you're so pretty,' he paused to pull her into his arms, hoping no one they knew saw them and he hugged her tight. 'It makes it so much better.' John smiled as her face lit up with joy. 'Thank you, Daddy,' she whispered, feeling like her pussy was ready to explode. 'You make me feel so good,' she whispered, pushing her hips to his, wanting to feel his big cock growing, knowing that very soon, it would be in her. 'I can't wait for you to do me,' she smiled, wondering what it was going to feel like and if it would hurt. 'We will soon, but I want it to be very special and all night. Not sneaking around the house, hoping nobody sees us,' he said, caressing her cute, little ass, knowing that they'd be sneaking through the house later that night. Jenny heard him and was so excited. He wanted her all night; she just hoped she wouldn't disappoint him. 'Will I be able to do you all night? It'll be my first time, Daddy,' she said, looking out to him with her pretty and very innocent eyes, wondering if it would be possible to do it all night. Daddy was so big and it was sure to hurt. 'Don't you worry, you'll be just fine.' John smiled, thinking of what Jenny said. He'd forgotten that she was a virgin and all his. 'It might hurt for a few minutes, but after that,' he whispered, pushing her into an alley, smashing her between him and the cool bricks. 'You'll be trying to fuck me day and night!' he moaned, grabbing Jenny's face, kissing her as deep as he could, wishing they could get a room now. 'Oh Daddy!' Jenny moaned, knowing that she was driving Daddy crazy with lust for her. 'I can't wait till later,' she whispered, hoping he'd just give in, do it to her, and just skip the rest of his plans. 'I want to feel it in me so bad!' Jenny panted as she reached to hold Daddy's big thing. 'It's so hard,' she moaned, knowing it was all for her. Not Mom, not Becky, just her. 'It's all for you, baby!' 'I'm so glad!' Jenny whimpered, praying they could do it. She wouldn't even care if it was in this dirty alley; she needed her Daddy to put that awful fire that burned in her pussy out. 'Am I going to be your secret wife? The one you come to at night?' she asked in a little girl's voice. 'Will I be?' 'Yes!' he moaned, reaching under her tiny shirt to enjoy the soft flesh of her breasts, knowing this wasn't a very good idea. 'We need to go,' he moaned, pulling from her as fast as he could, knowing that if he didn't, he might end up fucking her in the smelly, old alley and she deserved better. 'Oh!' Jenny moaned in pain, knowing he was so close, but she didn't want it there, it smelled so nasty. 'You better be ready for some fun tonight,' she smiled, fixing her small blouse. 'I'm going to get you!' Jenny added, knowing that Daddy was going to get a good sucking. 'You better be,' he laughed, pulling her on down the street to a small jewelry store and inside. 'After me slapping your sweet, little ass and last night,' he paused to rub her cute ass. 'I thought I'd get my girl something nice,' he smiled, enjoying the feel of her hips against him and his big hands on Jenny's ass, hoping she wouldn't take a getting gift the wrong way. He loved her dearly, but he didn't want her thinking she was going to take Claire's place. Her face lit up just like a Christmas time and she couldn't believe Daddy was going to buy her something so special. 'Oh Daddy!' Jenny whispered in his ear, knowing that she would make tonight so wonderful he'd never forget it. 'I love you,' she moaned, wishing she could drop to her knees and suck him right there. 'I love you too,' he replied and saw the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his life walking towards them. She was tall, with very long black hair, dark sultry eyes and a slender body that could drive a man crazy. 'My God!' John thought, gently pulling from Jenny and he couldn't keep his eyes from gazing into the young girl's. 'May I help you?' she asked in a low, calming voice that she knew would send chills through the man's body. He just stood, looking into her mysterious eyes and without realizing it, he started to grow out of control. 'I...um...want to buy my daughter a ring,' he stammered like a young boy seeing his first naked woman. 'Very nice!' she smiled, looking to Jenny, wondering why he'd brought her into the most exclusive store in town. 'I'm Misty, I'll be helping you today,' she added with a smile, enjoying the man's eyes on her. She had many men looking at her day and night, but this one seemed so sweet. It made her feel different and she liked it very much. John smiled, still not believing how beautiful this young lady was. 'I'm John Wildwood and this pretty girl is my daughter, Jenny,' he replied, hugging Jenny to him, hoping she hadn't noticed him drooling over the salesgirl. 'You're a lucky girl. We don't have many fathers willing to buy their daughters such nice things.' Misty said with a tiny wink to Jenny. 'Is there anything particular you had in mind?' she asked, leaning over the counter, knowing John would be able to see down her loose blouse with ease. She loved teasing men while selling them something, but she really loved showing herself to this handsome man. John scratched his chin as he thought and couldn't help a few quick looks down Misty's blouse, admiring her large, perky breasts. 'I like rubies,' he smiled, looking into her eyes, wondering what they looked like while she was being made love to. 'Nice!' Misty smiled at Jenny, trying to think why a father would be buying a girl her age such an expensive ring. 'Oh my!' she thought, walking down the counter to the rubies, having an idea of why he'd be buying her a ring. 'Is Daddy being nasty with you?' she thought, knowing if he'd been her father, she'd have given herself to him too. 'Here's a piece that I just love!' Misty smiled, pulling a small, but very lovely ring from under the display case, handing it to John. 'Oh my!' she moaned to herself as she gently touched his hand, feeling like a bolt of lightning had just struck her body. John took the ring and felt as if he'd just been shocked. His eyes snapped to Misty's, wondering what had just happened. 'Damn!' he thought, enjoying the subsequent feeling that rushed over his body and to his cock. 'Very nice!' he smiled, looking over the small ring and leaned to show Jenny. Her eyes lit up with more joy than Jenny had ever felt in her life. 'Do I ever!' she smiled, grabbing him as tight as she could, knowing that he was free to do anything he wished to her. 'I love it, Daddy.' Jenny smiled to him as nothing but lust flooded her young body, praying that tonight would be the night. 'Well,' he said, looking at the price of the ring, knowing he didn't have near enough money on her to buy it. 'You know the steel mill just outside of town?' he asked, hoping that Misty did. 'Oh yes sir! How could I not know the town's wealthiest man and his darling, young daughter,' she smiled, knowing John didn't have that kind of cash on him, not many men that came into her store ever did.'Would you like me to send you the invoice? I do that for many of my customers.' Misty smiled, knowing it would be a great opportunity to talk to this very charming man, without his young daughter hanging all over him. 'Oh yes, that would be perfect,' he replied, wondering if she'd mail it, have someone come for the money, and if he was lucky, Misty would come for it herself. He had to know more about this mysterious, young girl, but he didn't want Jenny to know about it or be upset with him. 'Great!' he said with a big smile. 'I'll let her wear it now,' he added, turning to Jenny and sliding it on her finger. 'You have to be careful with this,' he said, thinking of her losing the seven hundred dollar ring, but he quickly noticed that it fit very snugly on her tiny finger. Misty watched with great care, wondering if he and his daughter were engaging in some nasty things together. 'I'd just love to be her,' Misty thought, as visions of the tall man holding her in his arms, as he loved her long into the night. 'Let's get this write-up and you can be on your way,' she smiled, feeling her panties getting moist as the visions continued filling her mind. He couldn't help but watch her long legs sticking out from under her short skirt, figuring she was close to six feet tall. 'How long have you worked here?' he asked with a smile, hoping Jenny wouldn't notice him trying to flirt with Misty. He didn't want to mess things up with her. She was young and very willing to give herself to him, and at this point in his life, John needed her very much. 'Oh, let me think?' Misty replied, knowing his eyes were staring at her ass, because she was making a point to put an extra sway in her hips. 'Just a month, not very long,' she added, walking to a small desk in the corner of the store. She slowly sat down, showing John all but three inches of her legs, watched his eyes widen, and she loved it. 'Damn!' he said to himself, wondering what it would feel like having her legs wrapped around him as he made love to her amazing, young body. 'I should be at the mill tomorrow, but you should call before you send anyone,' he said, not wanting the beautiful girl driving the ten miles and not be there. Plus, he had to talk to her more. She was driving him crazy. 'Oh yes,' she smiled, looking up to him, making sure to slowly bat her eyelashes. 'I'll tell William to be sure to call,' Misty said, watching a look of disappointment cover John's face, and she fought to hold back a laugh. 'Don't worry, handsome, I'll make sure that I call before I come to see you,' Misty said to herself, having an idea that she shouldn't tell John she'd be the one coming for the money. If he was having a thing with his daughter, Misty didn't want to ruin things between them. A father-daughter love was a precious thing. 'Here you go,' she smiled, handing him the paper and making sure that her hand gently touched his, and just like before, it felt like she'd been hit by another bolt of lightning. 'Enjoy it. It's not every day that a father buys such a lovely thing as this,' Misty said, looking to see Jenny's face and the love she had for him. 'Oh, I will,' Jenny replied, not taking her eyes from the sparkling ring, knowing Daddy was going to be very happy later that night. She would do anything he wanted. John couldn't help but look at Misty, wondering if there'd be just a small chance she'd be interested in him. 'Alright,' he smiled to Misty, knowing that if she didn't come to the mill, he'd be coming back to the store, soon. 'Thank you,' he said, enjoying Misty's eyes and her warm smile, hoping they were because she liked him and not because he'd just spent so much money. *. Claire couldn't believe the ring John bought for Jenny, but she was his daughter, and after what happened, Claire was so happy. 'How much did Jenny's ring cost?' she asked, watching the kids cross the street for ice cream. He put his arm around her and gently hugged. 'It doesn't matter. I broke that pretty, little girl's heart, and it almost killed me. All she wanted was for me to love her,' he added with a sad face, but thinking of how wonderful it was last night. 'You have been pushing her away. Is it because of me being sick?' she added, having a good notion it was. 'She's a pretty one, and I'm sure it bothered you to having her on you all the time,' Claire added, figuring Jenny may have excited him, and with no sex, it must have been murder on him. He just laughed, thinking of all the nights he thought of Jenny and the pleasures a young girl like her could give a man. 'Yes, it did, but I can't just push her aside. From now on, it's going to be like before,' he added, thinking of his sexy daughter sitting on him day and night, but now, she could help him. 'As long as she doesn't upset you. She is one beautiful girl, and I wouldn't you to suffer,' she laughed, wondering what Jenny would think if she ever saw just how big her Daddy was. Seeing something like that could shock a girl out of her innocence. 'It won't,' he smiled, thinking of Jenny sucking him and how great it made him feel. 'I just want to make sure,' Claire smiled, hoping John would do as she asked and find a woman. No man deserved to go without sex, and John loved to be with a woman. So many nights he'd make love to her for hours and hours, she knew that he had to miss it. 'You should do what I told you,' she added, hoping he'd go find a young woman to help him. She didn't care; he needed more than she could offer. He just made a face, hoping that Claire wouldn't notice that he had found a girl. 'I don't know. Between the mill and you guys, I don't have time for that,' he replied, hoping that Claire would stop this talk. He wasn't going to go looking for someone to fuck, and besides, he was enjoying Jenny now. 'Well, I think you should, and I've told you over and over, I don't mind,' she paused to hug him. 'Just don't tell me about it,' she added, knowing she didn't mind. She just didn't want to know a single thing about it. He couldn't believe that Claire told him to go find a piece of ass and insisted on it too. 'I don't think so,' he said, standing up to go help his kids across the street with the five gallons of ice cream. 'Okay, we need to hurry home before it melts!' he laughed, giving Jenny a quick look, wishing he could grab her sweet ass, but that would be later, and he planned on doing more to her, lots more. *. Later that night, after his shower and everyone was in bed, John sat on the porch, enjoying the night air and a cigarette, when a warm body gently sat on him. 'Hi, baby,' he smiled, wrapping his arms around Jenny, savoring the feel of her panties on his stiff cock, hoping he would cum on her. He'd been thinking of Misty, and he was so hard. 'It feels like you missed me,' she purred in a soft and very loving voice, knowing her Daddy needed her very badly tonight. 'I can't wait to make this all better,' Jenny whispered, slowly moving her fingers over his stiff cock, enjoying his moan. 'My Daddy needs me very badly,' she whispered, knowing he was really going to use her tonight, hoping he'd give in and take her. He held her, knowing tonight was going to be the hardest night of his life. 'You're going to kill me,' he smiled, running his fingers down to her stomach, gently caressing, hoping he could resist taking her, but it was going to be so hard. Jenny was such a loving girl to begin with, and now, she wanted him as a man, not a father. She let out a moan of pleasure, knowing he was going to take her soon. 'Just think of how you liked my mouth,' she whispered, kissing him as her fingers teased his thing. 'And, how good someplace else would feel,' Jenny moaned, rubbing him faster, hoping she could drive Daddy to give in and take her. 'You are so bad,' he moaned, rubbing lower, until he rubbed the place she wanted him in. 'I want your first time to be a night that you'll never forget,' he said, gently caressing over her very wet and excited pussy, having an idea that Jenny didn't really care where he took her. She couldn't help but gasping for air as he gently rubbed her excited pussy, hoping he was close to giving in. 'Please, Daddy! Do me,' Jenny moaned in a soft and very desperate voice. 'Make it better,' she moaned, falling back in his arms, humping her burning pussy against his big hand. 'Please!' she begged him with need, thinking of his stiff thing in her as far as it would go. John didn't know what to do. He wanted her so bad he hurt, but she was his daughter, and he wanted her first time to be better than this. 'Oh, baby!' he moaned and stood up with her in his arms. 'I wanted it better for you,' he added, laying her in his chair, tore the panties from her hips, and he knelt between Jenny's legs. 'Daddy,' she moaned, knowing what was coming. She watched him point his hard thing to her, she took a deep breath and squeezed shut her pretty eyes. 'Oh my God!' she thought, feeling her heart beating so hard it hurt, but this was what she wanted. Her Daddy doing her and making her his new lover, and Jenny loved it. He looked to her tiny pussy, hoping she wouldn't scream, and for safety's sake, he covered her mouth and... 'Daddy! Daddy!' Carl yelled out. John stopped. 'What the Hell?' he asked, grabbing his pants as Carl's screaming broke this moment with Jenny. 'Get dressed fast!' he said, watching a disappointed look cover Jenny's pretty face, but there was nothing he could do. 'It's Mom, something's wrong!' Carl yelled again, wondering where Dad was at this time of night. He knew Dad stayed up most of the night, but where was he now? 'Oh, shit!' John said, getting dressed as fast as he could possibly could and rushed into the house and up the stairs to his wife. 'What's wrong?He asked, looking down at her, and came close to fainting when he saw her lying in a massive pool of blood. "Oh God! Go call an ambulance!" John said with fear, moving to sit on the bed next to Claire. "Hey, baby," he smiled, caressing the side of her sweat-covered face, hoping this wasn't it. John knew the day she left was coming soon, but not now. He loved her so much. Claire managed to open her eyes and look at John. "Hey," she whispered in a soft and very weak voice. "What are you doing up?" she asked with concern. "I'm just checking on you," he replied, knowing she didn't have any clue that she was bleeding out of control and this could very well be their last time talking. "What are you doing up this time of night?" John teased her with a smile, hoping she wouldn't go like this. He wanted her time to be peaceful, in her sleep or go with him hugging her, but not to bleed out. She tried thinking, but her mind was cloudy for some reason. "I...think Carl woke me up," she replied, not really being sure why she was awake. "Don't worry about it," he smiled, hoping the ambulance would get there. Claire needed to get to the hospital as fast as possible, and then hope that her doctors could get the bleeding to stop. Carl ran back in the room with Jenny, and they sat by their mother. "They'll be here in a few minutes," Carl said, holding Mom's other hand, hoping this wasn't the end. He loved her so much and knew this was going to be so hard. They talked about her dying, but no matter how much you prepare yourself, it was going to be so hard. After sitting in the hospital for three days straight, watching Claire die, John had to get out. He didn't know where, but he had to leave. "I'm going to the mill," he said, looking at Carl, Becky, and Jenny. "I'll be back in a while. If you need anything, just call," he added, standing up and walking from the room as quickly as he could. He loved Claire so much, and seeing her like this was killing him. "Daddy!" Jenny called out as she ran to catch up with him. "I'll walk you out," she smiled, hugging him as tight as she could. "We knew this was going to happen, but it hurts so bad," she said with tears flowing down her face. He returned her hug as they walked to his truck. "I know, baby," he whispered, pulling her closer, against his swollen cock. "It won't be much longer," he said, trying to hold back his own tears, thinking of Claire being gone and how much it was going to hurt. He hugged Jenny tighter, hoping she could help ease some of his pain. "You look so much like her," he smiled, caressing a long strand of hair from Jenny's face. She loved when Daddy touched her, and Jenny easily felt his hardness against her. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered, pushing to him, hoping he would let her fix him before he left. "Daddy, let me fix you. I can do it, and nobody will see," Jenny added with a smile. She needed to hold him, suck him, but now she wondered if it was going to happen or not. He just held her close, knowing it was so wrong, but now Jenny wanted him more than ever. "I can't right now. I know I'm hard for you, but not here. I don't know when, but I promise I'll make love to you," he smiled, tenderly kissing her lips as his big hands massaged her great little ass. "Maybe tonight," he said, giving her one last kiss, and he had to pull away. He couldn't make love to his daughter in the parking lot of the hospital where his wife was dying. Jenny watched him get in the truck and wished he'd let her love him. He needed to be comforted, and Jenny was more than willing. "I love you, Daddy," she smiled, hoping he'd make it through this without too much pain. She loved him so much and hated to see him suffering. "I love you," he smiled, driving away. John made his way to the mill and felt good as each of his workers came to ask about Claire. He fought to hold back his emotions until he finally got to his office. "What in the world are you doing here?" Patti said as she stood up and quickly walked to John. "You shouldn't be here. Everything is fine," she added with a big smile, and John fell to his knees, crying. "No, no! Don't you dare cry," she whispered, moving down to hug the wonderful man that gave her a job when no one in town would. It was so hard to be considered for a job, being known as the town pothead and whore. He couldn't help it. Claire was on her last thread of life. "It won't be long," he said, hugging the loving girl. "I don't know what I'd do without you," John whispered, hugging her, not realizing both his hands were on her tiny behind. He just knew that it felt so good to hug her. Patti couldn't breathe as John hugged her, and when she felt his big, strong hands on her butt, she felt like she would explode. She held him close, hoping to comfort the man she'd loved from the first moment she set eyes on him, but he loved his wife, and Patti respected that. She kept her feelings hidden and never did anything out of line. "You know if you need anything," she said, caressing his face, hoping he'd think of her in the future. She knew it would take a very long time before he was ready to love again, but Patti was willing to wait, no matter how long it took. "You know I'll always be here for you," she whispered, hoping he'd understand what she was saying. She wanted him so badly, like so many other ladies in the small town, and Patti prayed he'd want her. He held her close, enjoying the feel of this exciting young girl, and he couldn't help but smile. "I know you are," he whispered back and realized that he was rubbing her tiny butt. "Something feels nice," he teased, giving her a wink, enjoying her pretty face turning red. "Too bad I wore my jeans," Patti said, wishing that she'd worn her tiny mini skirt. "Something told me to wear it, but my jeans were lying on the bed, and I picked them. 'I almost wore my black mini, but I didn't think you'd be in today,'" she smiled, wishing that she had worn the small skirt. "You wear that for me?" he asked, pushing back her dark, brown hair. He knew Patti liked him, but she never let it show. John knew it from the way she always smiled and did anything he asked of her. She felt her face flooding with hot blood and replied with a grin. "Yes. I know you like seeing my butt," she giggled. "I've seen you looking at me, and you'll never know how much it turns me on," Patti said, moving closer to him, wanting to fuck him right there on the floor. He hugged her and wished this wasn't such a trying time in his life. What man in his right mind would refuse a beautiful, young thing like Patti? "Oh, baby!" he moaned, thinking of how good this girl made him feel. "When all this is over and I'm feeling better," he said, leaning in to give her a small, but very loving kiss on her lips. "I'll be coming to see you, but if I ever need a hug...I know where to go," he said, giving her another kiss, and this one lasted longer, and he couldn't resist caressing her tiny ass more. "If you need anything," she whispered, biting her lip, praying that he'd come to her for comforting. "I mean 'anything,' John," Patti whispered with so much need it hurt. John couldn't help but smile; cute, little Patti wanted him and just made it very clear that he was to come to her for anything. "I will," he said, hugging her and remembering a few things he had to do before going back to the hospital. "Has a jewelry store called? I owe them some money for a ring I bought," he asked, pulling from Patti and stood up. "Yes, but I told her what happened with Claire, and she said not to worry about it until things get better," Patti smiled, wishing that someday he might give her a ring, but he was a man with kids older than she was, and Patti didn't see that happening anytime soon. "When you get a chance, cut a check for..." he dug in his pockets until he found the invoice and gave it to Patti. "Seven hundred and drop it off to her," he asked with a big smile, knowing Patti would as soon as she could or on her way home from work. She took the paper from John, knowing she'd do anything he ever asked of her. "You know I will," she smiled, hoping that someday he'd ask her to do more. Patti wanted to love him and feel his big arms hugging her while he made passionate love to her. "I'll do it on my way home. I don't have anything planned tonight," Patti smiled, thinking of all the lonely nights that she sat in her tiny apartment, dreaming of John, but he was very loyal to his wife, and Patti never expected anything from him in return. "Thank you," he smiled, running his big right hand over her soft hair, having a good idea that his young helper wanted more than friendship. She was young, alive, but as far as he knew, she didn't have a guy or ever dated. "Why don't you ever go out? You're too young and pretty to just sit in your crappy little apartment," John added, looking at her pretty face, and he liked how Patti's brown hair just laid on her small shoulders. "Damn!" he thought, looking into her beautiful green eyes, and John felt his cock coming to life. She just laughed at John. "I don't think he has a fucking clue," she said to herself as she looked into his eyes, wondering what they looked like after sex. She loved looking at a guy's face after doing it. They always looked so content. "I don't know," she mumbled, hoping he'd drop this. How could she tell her boss that she was crazy about him, no other guy came close to him, and she wasn't willing to settle for anyone but him? "My crappy apartment? If I'd get a raise, I could move into a better place," she smiled, batting her eyes at him, hoping that she'd get a good raise next month. John smiled and knew this pretty girl was going to get the shock of her young life. She'd been at the mill for a year, and it hadn't run better.He missed so many days taking Claire to her doctors or just spending the day with her and the kids, but never once did John have to worry. Patti ran the office and took care of any problem that came up. She was a natural at running a business. He reached into his desk, pulled out the company checkbook, and began writing. "You've been here just about a year, and I was thinking," he paused to give her a teasing look of doubt. "Have you seen that little house at the end of the road that's for sale?" he asked, glaring at her as if he was mad. Patti didn't know why he was looking at her this way. "Yes," she replied, looking to the floor, hoping that he wasn't upset with her. That's when she looked back up and saw the biggest smile on his handsome face. "With Claire being sick and as many days as I've missed," he said, standing up and walking as close to Patti as he could get. "I couldn't have made it without you," he added, leaning down to kiss the top of her sweet-smelling hair and handed her a check. "You get your cute little ass on the phone as fast as you can, call the bank, and tell them you want that house." John said, enjoying the look of shock on Patti's pretty face. She was worth every penny of the fifty thousand dollars, and John was going to give her a massive raise to go with it. "Be sure and change your pay too," he winked at the young girl standing against his desk with tears running down her face. "I think you should be getting," he paused to rub his chin and think. "I think... double of what you get now." He smiled at Patti, watching the pretty, young girl standing in shock. "I um...I can't believe this," she smiled, wiping tears from her face. "Are you sure?" she asked, holding the check with trembling hands, hoping that this wasn't a dream. Patti loved the house and always slowed down to look at it when she came to work, dreaming of all the different ways she could fix it up. "Yeah, I want you out of that apartment. It's dirty, and you deserve better. If it hadn't been for you," he said, hoping to hold back his own tears. "This company might have closed, but you've run things just as good as I ever could and then some." John said with pride. He always thought of Patti as a third daughter, and buying her the little house was the least he could do for all the things she'd done for him. Patti continued trembling as she held the check in her hands. "I only did what you trained me to do," she smiled, thinking of moving as soon as she could. She hated where she was and couldn't wait to fix up the house. "This is so cool!" Patti smiled, giving John a hug and squeezing with all of her might. "When things get better," she bit her lip, hoping her next words wouldn't piss him off, but she had to take a chance and ask. "Will you come over and," she paused to take a breath of air. "Spend the night with me?" she asked quickly, looking to the floor and hoping she didn't screw up. John smiled at Patti, reached under her chin to lift her head. "I'd love to!" he said with a smile as he caressed her back, wondering what it would feel like to love someone like her. "You're so pretty," he added and knew it was time to go before he did something with Patti. "I really need to get back. I don't want the kids to be alone if..." he paused to frown, thinking of Claire going and the kids going there alone. "I'll try to come back in the morning, and if I do, that sign at the house better be gone!" he teased in a fatherly voice and left the office. Patti moaned as John left, hoping he'd remember her when this was over. "I'd do anything to be with you," she whispered, watching him through the window, as a warm feeling swept between her legs, thinking of being the woman he came for at night. John sat in the dark hospital room as Claire slept, wondering how much longer her suffering would go on. It killed him to think of losing her, but he knew that life went on, and Claire made it very clear that he wasn't to mourn her. She wanted him to get on with his life as quickly as possible and not to sit around thinking about her day and night. He looked at his watch and thought for a few seconds. "I can't stand this. I wonder how late Patti stays up?" he said to himself, stood up to gently kiss Claire, and he left the room, hoping Patti would still be awake. He needed someone to talk with. John knew Jenny would, but she was only interested in him fucking her, and he wasn't ready to screw his daughter. John drove through town, enjoying being the only one out at this hour, and made his way to Patti's small apartment. "I should be with the kids," he thought. "Claire is lying in bed, close to dying, and I'm on my way to a girl that wants me," he thought as visions of Patti's young body filled his mind. Her pretty smile that could warm your heart in a second, full pouty lips, and a body any normal man would love. Patti had firm breasts, a tiny waist that she loved showing off, and the one thing that John really loved, her ass. It was so firm and looked magnificent in a pair of Patti's skin-tight jeans, but it always looked its best underneath one of her abundant mini skirts. "I shouldn't be doing this." John said, feeling his large cock coming to life, but it felt so good. John knew that there was a pretty, young girl at home that wanted him, but she was his daughter, and it bothered him to think of loving her. He knew how badly Jenny wanted him. He also thought of how close he came to making her dream come true and now, he was so glad that it didn't. There were far too many young, single girls in town that would die to have him coming to them for love, and he knew Jenny would not be one of them. He turned into the small driveway, next to Patti's worn-out Ford, thinking of another thing that he could buy for his young, devoted office assistant. "Her sweet, little ass is going to get spoiled!" John laughed, lighting a cigarette, wondering if he should wake Patti or wait until morning. "Shit," he said, trying to make up his mind if he wanted to get her out of bed or not. John sat, enjoying the peace and quiet of the early morning, knowing that in a few hours, it would be replaced by blowing horns and all the noise of a growing town. He closed his eyes and flipped the cigarette from his hand. "I'll sit for a few minutes and then get her up," he said with a big yawn, trying to remember the last night he had a peaceful sleep, but couldn't. Patti looked out of her bedroom window and couldn't believe her eyes. "Oh!" she smiled when she saw John leaning back in his seat, sleeping like a baby. "Poor thing," she said with a smile, knowing he came to her, and she wanted to cry. She grabbed her housecoat and quickly went out to get him. "Hey there." Patti said, gently touching his arm, wondering how long he'd been sitting there sleeping. John's eyes opened, seeing Patti standing next to his truck with a motherly look on her pretty face, knowing that she was only seconds away from scolding him. "Hey," he replied, giving his eyes a rub and reached for his cigarettes on the dashboard. "Damn!" John moaned, stretching his back. "What time is it?" he asked, looking at her pretty face. Even this early in the morning, she was so beautiful. "It's a little after six," she said, tapping her fingers on the door. "How long have you been sitting here?" she asked, tilting her head slightly to the right. "You know you could have knocked," she said in a firm voice, wishing that he had. Just maybe, they would have been waking in each other's arms. He thought for a second and laughed. "I got here just after two," he smiled at the look on her face and knew he was in for it. She just shook her head at him, opened the door, and pointed to her apartment. "Get your butt inside, and I'll get you a hot cup of coffee." Patti said, watching him climb from his truck and wondered if he came for her or if he just needed her as a friend. Either way, it made her so happy that John knew he could come to her. "Yes, ma'am," he smiled, putting his arm over her tiny shoulders. "I didn't want to wake you up. I know how nasty your boss is, and he might fire you if you missed work," he laughed, knowing there would be no way in hell that he'd ever even think of firing her. She kept the mill running better than he ever could. She couldn't help but laughing at John. This was one of the many things that she loved about him. "Oh yeah, he's a real hardass!" Patti giggled, thinking of the check she'd taken to the bank and the deed to the house in her purse. "I bet I'd be looking for a new job by lunchtime," she added, looking up to enjoy the big smile on his brutally handsome face, hoping that someday, she'd see it over her in bed. "I wonder if he'd fire me if I took the day off to move?" she teased as they walked into her drab, little apartment. She hated John coming in, but she knew he didn't think any less of her for where she lived. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind. Hell, he might even help you, for a price," he said in the look that always made Patti nervous. He loved teasing her, but they'd been working together so long, she was quickly learning him and knew that most times he was full of shit. "Oh, really?" she smiled, walking to pour two cups of coffee and sat across from him at the wobbly table. "I wonder what it would cost to have a man of his importance help me." Patti said, gently putting her elbows on the table, sipping her coffee, knowing that she'd be willing to pay any price he asked. Hopefully, it would involve her naked, lying on a bed with him inside her body. He smiled at her, thinking a few things he wouldn't mind himself. "He'd probably like a nice hug, maybe a kiss or two and," he said, looking straight into Patti's loving eyes, wondering if he should say what he really wanted from her.Patti couldn't breathe as the words flowed from his mouth, and she hoped this was it. She had waited for this to happen for so long. 'And,' she whispered as fire spread over her soft thighs and straight to her aching pussy, thinking of John loving her. 'A nice dinner and enjoy each other's company,' John said with a smile, but he saw a look of disappointment on her face and knew he should say the one thing that he was sure Patti wanted to hear. 'A night alone,' he added, watching Patti's face light up just like a kid at Christmas. She took a deep breath. 'I'd even be willing to pay in advance,' Patti moaned, thinking of John in her bed, fucking her brains out. 'Do you think he might like that?' she added as butterflies filled her stomach and more excitement than she'd ever known in her young life swept over her. 'Maybe you should invite him down to the river for a nice lunch and see what happens,' John smiled at Patti, enjoying the look of happiness on her beautiful face, having a good idea that their friendship was about to change. She was so happy she wanted to scream, but Patti held it in and would save that scream for later. 'Somewhere around noon, I'll have to stop and get lunch,' she said in a firm voice. 'I like being around you, but I have a date and you'll just have to find someone else to flirt with,' she added, batting her eyes at him, watching a playful look of jealousy fill his face. 'Well, shoot! I was just starting to like you,' he said, pouting. 'I'm not coming to see you anymore, and,' he said, giving her a mean look, 'I'm telling your boss that you were just out playing,' he teased again, watching her trying not to laugh at him. 'Good, I don't care,' Patti teased him right back, and it made her wonder about something. They always had so much fun playing this way; she wondered if it could blossom into love or if it would be best left alone. Patti quickly dressed in her tightest pair of jeans and made sure to put on a very tight blouse, with no bra. She turned to look in a mirror and knew John was going to enjoy this. 'Wow!' she thought, seeing her nipples standing fully erect. 'If he doesn't jump me now,' Patti smiled, running her fingers over the swollen buds, 'he never will,' she giggled, knowing that poor John was in for it. She was getting him today, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. She looked at the clock on her dresser and wondered what he was doing. He'd been gone close to an hour. 'Where in the world did he go?' Patti thought, knowing it shouldn't take such a long time to get boxes to pack her few belongings. 'Hello!' John yelled in the door, hoping that she'd finished dressing, but if she hadn't, he'd get to see her great body. 'I'm back,' he said, trying to look in her small bedroom, wondering if Patti was naked or not. 'I'll be right out,' she replied, seeing him in her mirror and saw that he was hoping for a peek of her. 'Shoot!' Patti said, wishing that she'd thought to leave her blouse off until he came back. 'Oh well, I guess I'll just have to change,' she smiled, jerking the small blouse over her head, tossed it on her bed, and turned to a stack of folded clothes on her dresser, knowing he was getting a full view of her excited breasts. John sat the boxes down and looked back towards her room. 'Oh my Lord!' he gasped, seeing her full set of breasts. 'This is going to be a great day!' John laughed, feeling his cock coming to life, thinking of Patti on him, with the beautiful mounds of flesh hanging down to his face, sucking them. Patti felt like fainting when she saw him staring at her with more lust in his dark eyes than she could have ever imagined. 'Oh yes!' she moaned as a hot rush of blood quickly flooded her lonely pussy, making her wish that John would come into her room, jerk her jeans down, and screw her to death. 'I can't wait to fuck you,' Patti thought, thinking of the handsome man on her, ravishing her body any way that he wanted, and she'd love everything. She reached on the dresser, picked up a tiny shirt, and thought, 'what the hell,' and she walked into the living room. John stood in a state of shock as Patti made her way from the bedroom, wearing nothing but her tight jeans. 'Damn, girl!' he said in a low voice as his eyes looked over Patti's wonderful set of breasts, hoping that he could hold out until he got her moved. It would be much nicer making it with her by the river or in her new house. 'I should spank your adorable ass for teasing me,' he said, moving towards her, watching her hands trembling, and John could swear that her nipples were growing more. Patti took a deep breath and replied, 'I like being spanked,' she smiled, watching him moving closer, praying this was it, the day she'd been waiting for. 'And, if you did,' she whispered as John moved so close to her that she could feel his warm breath on her breasts, 'I'd love it!' Patti smiled, watching his big, strong arms reaching around her until she felt his hands on her ass. He smiled, thinking of giving Patti a playful spanking as he fucked her nice and fast. 'I'll have to make a note of that,' he said, caressing her ass, wondering how it was going to feel making it with her. They always had fun playing and teasing each other, and now they were close to being lovers. 'I'll be sure and write it down for you,' she whispered, as the fire between her legs grew out of control. 'Why don't you just fuck me now?' she thought as his eyes continued roaming over her bare breasts. 'I guess we need to get packing or,' she paused to enjoy his hands squeezing her ass, pushing her against his swollen cock, 'find something else to do,' Patti moaned, wishing he'd just do her now and end the horrible burning in her pussy. John looked into her pretty eyes and knew that packing was going to wait. His hands slowly moved around her trembling body and up her stomach. 'What else could we do?' he whispered, moving his hands under each of her breasts and gently squeezing, enjoying a low moan coming from deep in Patti's body. She panted for air as his thumbs moved over her nipples, gently rubbing each one with love and tenderness. 'This is kinda fun,' she smiled, looking down, watching his big fingers teasing her nipples, hoping that she wouldn't cum. It had been so long since a man touched her, and then, he wasn't worth a penny in bed. 'I like it too,' he winked, dropping to his knees and leaned forward. 'Oh my God!' John moaned as he tenderly sucked her left nipple into his mouth and couldn't help but reaching back to Patti's tight, little ass. He stopped, looked up to her, and said, 'I don't want this fucking us up. You're the best friend I've got, and if I lost you,' he paused, hoping this was the right thing to do. 'I'd die not seeing you,' he said, feeling like he was close to crying. Patti hugged him as tight as she could and slowly slid down on the floor with him. 'You'll never lose me. I love you so much,' she smiled, leaning to kiss him, and was greeted by his tongue slithering in her mouth, and Patti couldn't help but moaning. 'Oh John!' she cried as his hands tugged at her jeans, trying to pull them from her excited body. 'I want you so fucking bad!' he growled, pulling them off her without thinking about unbuttoning them. 'Oh shit!' John whispered as he looked down, savoring the sight of her shaven pussy smiling up at him. 'I'm going to fuck you to death!' he moaned, pulling off his jeans as quickly as he could, picked her up, and walked to her bed and moved over her, reaching to feel if Patti was wet enough. 'Dang, girl,' he winked at her as her wetness covered his fingers. 'Is somebody excited?' 'Excited doesn't come close to what I'm feeling right now,' she purred, enjoying the smile on his face, and Patti felt him reach between them. 'You don't fool around, do you?' she giggled and got a glimpse of his swollen cock. 'Oh fuck!' she moaned, seeing how big he was, hoping she could take him. The few boys she'd been with in the past didn't come close to him. 'Mmmm, I have a feeling I'm going to get the fuck of my young life,' Patti whispered, watching a smile cover John's face, and he carefully moved forward. He couldn't but laugh at the look on her face. 'I'll do my best,' he replied with a smile and slowly pushed forward. 'Oh yes!' he grunted when her muscles grabbed him and squeezed. 'Damn!' John moaned, pushing deeper, but making sure the teenage girl under him wasn't hurting. John knew he was big, and it took a young thing like Patti a few extra minutes to stretch enough for him to fit inside her tiny pussy. Patti hugged his neck with all of her might as his massive cock sank in her. 'Oh John!' she whimpered as his girth spread her wider than she'd ever thought possible, but it felt so good. All the nights of dreaming couldn't have ever prepared Patti for this. It was just breathtaking to finally have John inside her body, and now, she hoped that it didn't hurt their friendship. 'Love me,' she sobbed, caressing his face, thinking of all the times he'd turned her on with a smile, a soft touch, or when he brushed against her ass. 'Anything for you,' he whispered, kissing away her tears as he tried moving back and forth. 'Oh, you're wonderful!' John moaned, enjoying her muscles holding him inside her body. 'It won't let me go,' he laughed, giving her a soft kiss on her full lips. Patti just laid under him, savoring the feel of his massive cock so deep it was difficult to breathe. 'I've dreamt this every night since I first met you,' she said as more tears rolled from her eyes. 'I don't ever want it to end,' she sobbed, and John grabbed her, hugging her to his thick chest. 'I love you, John,' she cried harder, hoping he felt the same, but Patti knew he had so many things to deal with right now, and she felt bad for even saying something like that to him.He held her sobbing in his arms and didn't know how to reply. Yes, he loved her too, but his wife was a few miles away, dying, and he wouldn't be ready to love again for some time. "Oh, baby," he whispered, rocking her back and forth, hoping Patti would understand. "You know I love you too, but I'm going to need some time," he said, caressing her face. "I know. I just wanted you to know how I feel about you," she said in a soft voice, giving him a deep, loving kiss. "Now, I want you to fuck me anyway you want!" she growled at him, knowing the poor guy had to be just as horny as she was. Patti knew that he and Claire hadn't made love in well over a year. He just smiled at her. "As long as it's been for me," John said with a smile, wishing he could do her the way he wanted. "I'd hurt you, and there's no way I'll do that," he added, hoping he'd be able to cum with Patti. "My poor baby," she whispered in a soft voice, caressing his face. "You're going to cum, and I'm making sure of it," Patti added, wondering what turned John on. She'd do anything he wanted, no matter what it was. "Oh, really?" "Yes." "I'll make you cum first, then we'll worry about me," he said, wishing he could fuck her nice and fast, but being as big as he was, he'd hurt her. "All you'll have to do is stay inside me and talk," she giggled, feeling the fire in her pussy growing bigger, knowing it wouldn't be but a few more minutes until she was exploding around his massive cock. "I love it when you talk to me. I always get so wet and excited," Patti said, watching him smiling at her. "And, if you were to throw in a few nasty names," she moaned, hoping he wouldn't think she was some kind of freak. "I'll cum for you all day!" Patti moaned louder, hoping he'd like talking dirty to her. "What kind of names?" "Slut would be a nice start." "Damn, and I thought I had a nice girl." "I am, but I'm a slut too." "Dirty, little slut!" he moaned, pulling his cock back a few inches and ramming forward. "Like that, slut?" Patti bit her lip so hard, she could taste blood, but she wanted more. "Yes!" she yelled out, not caring if anyone heard or not. "I'm your slut! Fuck me! Make your whore cum!" she whimpered as a new word that she really loved slipped from her mouth. "Whore?" "Yes!" Patti squealed, enjoying his thick cock carefully slipping in and out of her eager pussy, knowing that she was so close to cumming it hurt. "But, I'm your whore," she moaned, and her back arched up so far she thought it would break any second. "I've always wanted my own whore to fuck anytime I wanted," he said, enjoying her pretty eyes squeezed shut and the pleasure on her face. "Can I fuck you whenever I want?" John asked, thrusting deep in Patti's tiny pussy so hard, her hips lifted from the bed. "Yes!" she screamed when her pussy locked around him. "I'm your personal whore to fuck anytime you need me," she cried, feeling the fire growing more. "I'm a whore, and I love it," she sobbed as so much happiness ran through her young body. "Now, make your little whore cum!" Patti begged him, feeling him pulling back. She squeezed her teeth as tight as she could, and he rammed in her. "Oh yes! Oh, mother of God! John! John! I'm cumming! I'm cumming on you!" Patti screamed as loud as she could, as things rushed over her and through her body, she thought that she was dying. John drew back his hand and slapped her ass. "Come on, you little whore!" he said in a firm voice, slapping her again, and with each slap, her pussy gave his cock a good, hard squeeze. "Fucking whore!" he said, slapping her other cheek, enjoying her pussy grabbing him and squeezing so tight. "You're a good little whore," he whispered in her ear as he slowly fucked her spasming pussy. "I'm your little whore," she whimpered, panting for air, hoping that she wouldn't die in his arms. Patti was lost in his love and the feelings that were rushing through her. "My God!" she smiled up to him as she leaned to kiss him. "If it feels like that every time we do it," she giggled, hoping that he'd like her next words. "I'll really be your whore," she giggled, feeling her face turning bright red and felt like a girl that was in love for the first time in her life. "I think I'd like that," John replied, giving her a kiss, wishing that he would have came with the young beauty. "I was hoping to cum, but I guess I'll wait till the next time," he added with a look of frustration on his face. "No! I told you that I'd make you cum, and I'm going to!" Patti said in a motherly voice as her pretty eyes stared at him. "You just tell me any kinky thing that you like or ever thought of, and I'll do it," she moaned, thinking of a few things she'd want to do for him. She always wanted to jerk a guy off on her big breasts or suck him and cum in her mouth, but none of the losers she been with, were worth it. "Anything you want," she purred, hoping it would be one of the two things that she'd just thought of, but she'd do anything he asked of her. He couldn't help but smiling at her and knew she was one to keep. "This has been hard enough, and now you tell me that," John said with a big smile, trying to think of something that Patti could do to help him cum. He did enjoy Jenny sucking him off, and her calling him Daddy made it even better, but he thought that might be a little too much to ask of Patti. "Why was it hard?" she asked, looking to him, hoping he'd tell her. "I kinda think of you as a," he paused, feeling his face turning red with embarrassment. "You're going to think I'm weird," he laughed. Patti was dying to know what he wanted to say. "Come on, it's ok, just tell me," she smiled to John, hoping he'd tell her. No matter what it was, she'd think it was wonderful. "I think of you as my daughter," he managed to say, and felt his face getting hot, knowing it had to be nice and red. "See," she smiled at him with lust flooding back into her pussy. "I think that's so hot," Patti moaned, wishing she'd known that before he started fucking. "I love that, Daddy," she purred, and the look on his face drove her wild. "Fuck me more, Daddy," she whispered, seeing something in his eyes she loved. "You like that, Daddy?" Patti whispered as she squeezed her already tight pussy around his throbbing cock. "You're so bad," he laughed at her, wondering if she would like what he wanted. "You said anything I wanted, right?" he asked, sounding like a boy that wanted something. "Anything at all, Daddy," she whispered, enjoying that look in his eyes. "Just tell me, Daddy, and I'll do it!" Patti whispered lower, in a sexy voice, squeezing her pussy harder than ever. "Anything at all," she moaned, feeling as if she were close to cumming again. He just laid over Patti, enjoying her pussy, and he was ready to tell her. "Play with my cock, suck it and anything you want and," he smiled, knowing he should have told her before. "Tell me, Daddy," Patti moaned, thinking of sucking his massive cock off, hoping he'd want to shoot on her breasts. "I want to cum on your tits!" he growled, laying on her, ramming his stiff cock deep in her before he got off. "But, I'd rather cum in you," John smiled, wondering if Patti could by just talking to him. "Talk dirty to me," he smiled, looking to see a big grin on her face, and John knew he was going to cum. "Fuck me, Daddy," she moaned, hugging him. "Fuck my little pussy hard. Make it all better, Daddy," she moaned again as John fucked faster, and she couldn't help but moving with him. "That's my Daddy!" she moaned, knowing John was so close, and Patti couldn't be happier. John felt so good, and Patti's words helped so much. He moved a bit faster, pulling from her more and thrusting back in. "Daddy's good girl," he moaned to her as sweat dripped from his face and on her swaying breasts. "My Daddy! My lover! And, I'm his little whore!" Patti said in a voice that sounded like a tiny girl half her age. John's eyes grew wide, and she knew he loved it. "Oh, Daddy, it feels so good!" she said in the same voice, watching his eyes squeeze shut. "Oh, that's it, Daddy! Cum in me, Daddy! Cum in me, Daddy!" she squealed as John fucked her with no forgiveness, and Patti loved it. "Come on, Daddy! That's it, that's my, Daddy," she moaned as a fire shot through her pussy, and Patti exploded with him. "Yes! Yes!" she screamed as his hot cum shot deep into her pussy. "Oh, John!" Patti cried as he continued filling her with so much cum, she couldn't believe it. John pumped her with long, full strokes as her words filled his ears, and he loved it. "You're so fucking hot," he moaned with each deep thrust in Patti, knowing this wasn't going to last much longer. "Jenny sucked him off, but that was nothing compared to being in a wonderful, tight pussy and Patti calling him Daddy. "Oh yes! Oh, you beautiful girl," he whispered, feeling her pussy grabbing him, and it squeezed hard. "Patti! Oh, baby!" he yelled out, and cum started shooting from his cock like nothing he'd felt before. Squirt after squirt, John kept pumping her as hard as he could without hurting her. It had been a long time since he'd truly enjoyed the company of a woman, and he didn't want it to end.

Authors/ken/Aunt Raven The Story Of Jenny.txt

Glamour and Temptation

'You can't choose your family' is a phrase that means different things to many people. For some, it's good, and for others, bad, and for Scott Walker, it was a bit of both, especially when it came to his daughter. There was simply no helping that at 18, Alexis had the body that most women, and men for that matter, only dreamed about. Scott didn't know her exact measurements, but Alexis' mother always said 'the girl has the smallest waist she's ever seen, and a bigger chest and hips than almost any woman in the family.' She was an hourglass, albeit an incredibly slender one. Alexis had been pegged early by a talent scout for her beauty, and to his dismay, she'd been modeling since she was 10. Some girls blossom and come out of nowhere - Alexis wasn't one of them. Scott sometimes thought she had been born to marvel at. God damn was she smart as hell too - smarter than he by far. She had attitude and composure, and the list went on and on; he loved every little thing about her. Except...fuck...those pictures of her...She looked like something off the front page of a magazine, only no...that wasn't even nearly doing her justice. Looking at the recent photos that had been taken of her, Alexis seemed bound to travel the world posing for years to come. And why shouldn't she? Still...at 18...how did she convince him to let her do this shoot? She'd worn some provocative clothing before, but this black bathing suit...it just wasn't fair. The thing was hardly anything more revealing than an average bathing suit; Alexis just...filled it out in a way that sent any viewer's thoughts awry. Scott wouldn't have 'chosen' anyone else to be his daughter, but he also wouldn't have chosen to be so susceptible to the thoughts and dreams inspired by her. He'd tried to broach the subject before in a way that didn't give away too much about how he felt. Today he meant to stand his ground and tell her that she couldn't pose for photos like these anymore. Of course, when he tried to do so, she was sweet as ever to him - naive as she was and never meaning to cause any harm. "Alexis honey, this shoot is very..." "Yes, daddy?" "I just...baby, you're only 18 and these photos are very revealing...and you're my little girl!" "Oh no, daddy...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to worry you so much." "I know you like modeling, and you're so beautiful I understand why the camera loves you. It's just that I love you too and I would never want anything to happen to you because people see something they want and..." "See something they want? I didn't mean for my photos to do that, daddy...do you think that's the way people could react?" "I have to expect that they will, sweetheart, if only to be protective of you." "How do you know though, dad? It's just a bathing suit! I've worn one around you a million times!" Her exaggeration didn't sound all that overstated to him - Alexis did parade a seemingly endless collection of small, perfectly-fitted suits that exhibited her body so often that Scott wondered how he was able to live in the same house. Something must have clicked for Alexis just then as she saw her dad looking bashfully at the proofs in his hands. He was almost shaking, and she felt so guilty for causing him such grief. Alexis wanted to throw herself at him and smother him with an apology. She realized what he'd been getting at before. Her daddy might have known how other people felt because...maybe...he felt that way himself. 'Something they want' - he'd said. Alexis was stunned by the revelation, but also utterly flattered by the possibility that her dad might desire her in some way. It was a strange feeling that she didn't expect. "Daddy...you know I don't take these photos FOR anyone else...so that anyone else will 'want' me like you say, right?" "Of course I know that, sweetie, but it doesn't mean I won't worry about you." Alexis smiled and blushed. Little by little, an undeniable tingle was working its way from somewhere deep within her. Like butterflies, it started in her stomach, and she could now feel the sensation searching out, fluttering to her fingers and toes. The way he was looking at her...the way only her father could...nobody else could ever love her like that. "How about..." Alexis was thinking carefully, "next time, you're there with me for any photoshoot I do?" His daughter caught him off guard with the suggestion. Scott's eyes met his little 18-year-old's and searched them for her intent. "That way you could watch over me, and you could be protective about the kinds of photos they're taking of me." Scott had to laugh at that - having some input on the way photographers were capturing his beautiful teenager's perfect body and that sexy little smile of hers did sound like a bit of relief. It also sounded enticing in a way he knew he shouldn't entertain. "I think I'd like that, Alexis. You sure you'd be alright with having your dad around with you dressed like that? I'm guessing you're planning to continue modeling bikinis and such, huh?" The words had a fatherly tone to them. Alexis looked down at the photos and thought about the next shoot she and that photographer had talked about. Putting her finger to her lip and biting on it gently, Alexis met her dad's eyes and nodded. "Yes, daddy, maybe it would even be fun..." She said demurely. She had felt so sexy during that photoshoot, and though she'd been nervous to show that much skin at first, now that she saw the photos, Alexis looked forward to doing it again. Combined with the thought of her dad being there to see her, the tingle she'd felt earlier was turning into a full-blown buzz. Alexis felt borderline woozy, looking at her dad and thinking deeply about him. "Hey, dad, the company I took these photos for let me keep the swimsuit. It's so cute, I love it! Do you wanna see it? I'll put it on, and we can pretend like you were there for this shoot since you missed it!" Her words were hasty and excited. Scott couldn't make heads or tails of what she was getting at. Why would he agree to this? After seeing the photos, Scott would have preferred she wear nothing but a head-to-toe burlap sack, to hide the beauty he'd created eighteen years ago. Why would he allow her to get back into that bikini and show off again, just for him? "Sure, sweetie, if you want to put it on!" Scott couldn't believe himself. He'd blurted out the words before even pausing to think about it. They just slipped from his mouth, and now that they were out, he couldn't take them back. Scott saw the look of pure joy on his daughter's face - a big beaming smile that only a dad who'd done something to make his little girl positively overjoyed could know. "Okay, just give me a minute and I'll be right down." It wasn't until Alexis had scampered completely out of the room, her hips swinging in the pajama bottoms cinched around her waist and tank-top scrunched there too, that Scott felt himself take his first full breath. Oh God...as she was walking away, that little grin she flashed him while biting her lip. It was that look, the entire image of her from that smile to the little sliver of skin on the teen's lower back, to her bare feet, practically hopping her way upstairs - that was what remained under his eyelids as he leaned back on the couch and shut his eyes. 'What the...how did it come to this...?' Scott thought, bewildered. He hadn't even intended to bring up the photos just yet, needing to gather himself before doing so, but it had happened completely out of nowhere, and now his little girl was upstairs changing into the same bathing suit that had rendered him speechless before. 'Oh God, she's up there changing, and when she comes down...shit...I need to stop this now.' He looked down at the photo of her holding both hands over her head. She kept her beautiful blonde hair, wetted and deep gold, pulled back in interlocking fingers, and the camera drank her in from head on. The look was sweet, a long glare with her lips parted and the lightest smile on her face - one so naive to what her beauty was capable of. She was slender and yet endowed with the most desired of features. At perhaps 110 lbs., she filled out her bathing suit perfectly. Beads of water coated her skin, seeming to meander down the valley created by her perfect, cradled breasts. Somehow, he'd learned her bust was about a 32D, and it had pained him to know, given that his eyes more frequently wandered there to confirm. The valley between Alexis' wonderful tits continued, past the crucial piece of string clutching each patterned triangle of black cloth together, to a continuous line down the middle of her abdomen, approaching the narrowest part of her midsection. At about the cute, inward dip of her belly-button, it seemed Scott could likely hold most of her waist in both hands.And then, across an endless stretch of skin that fell before the torturously low line of her bottoms... "Okay, daddy, what do you think?" His eyes came off the picture he'd been mesmerized by, finding the floor first until Alexis's graceful little feet came into view. She leaned against the doorframe and posed with one hand ruffling her hair. Her father traced the opposite path he'd been following on the image, his eyes travelling up the perfect, slender legs of his daughter and coming to rest on her lower body where he'd just stopped short of admiring in her photo. ...ugh... the way the bottoms hugged her impressively mature hips... with that tantalizing 'v' drawn and pulled taut below by the sleek black bottoms. If he looked any longer, Scott might risk being caught obviously searching the gap between her thighs for an indication of what lay within. "God, you're pretty, sweetie!" Scott uttered without thinking. 'Shit,' he thought - maybe he should have chosen his compliments more carefully, but truth won over his fatherly obligation. She welled up with so much pride that it burst forth from her in a room-brightening smile. Scott felt sure it was a look only he'd ever know, and as he drank in her overall figure, he wished there was more he could keep to himself. Alexis's steps closer to him were drunk with flattery, one foot in front of another as best she could - as if she was daddy's own private model. When she got to him, she collapsed to her knees in front of him on the carpet. With her long, pretty legs wrapped around behind her, Alexis propped up, so naturally and yet so seductively displaying her body for him to consume greedily with his eyes. "So you like it then?" She asked redundantly. Alexis watched her father's eyes glance from her, back to the photos on the table, and then back at her again. She didn't know it then, but he was thinking just how much better the real thing was, and how impossible it seemed that such a pretty young thing as Alexis could really exist. With all the affection welling up inside him, he hardly knew what about his beautiful daughter he could admit to admiring. "I like what, Alexis? I like you? I don't just like you, I love you, baby." Alexis frowned, and squinted at him - not the answer she was looking for. "Do I like your swimsuit?" he tried again, knowingly, "of course I like it, sweetie, but you would look beautiful in anything, so it's not really a fair question." Alexis sat back on her feet, stunned physically by his words. Her eyes widened as she gazed back at her dad. He continued, "Do I like that my daughter is 18 and looks like this," he gestured to all of her, "and these photos are going to show other people that too?" Alexis waited fervently for his reply, still mesmerized. "Not so much." She frowned momentarily, but seemed content to remember only the compliments he'd paid her. She immediately changed the subject. "Here, I'll show you some of the poses from those photos. The photographer said I did a really good job, and that I don't need nearly as much direction as other girls do!" She was excited, swaying a little left and right and fixing upon him with a look that was Alexis's signature blend of innocent and somehow incredibly sultry. "I don't have the wind blowing in my hair like I did, but you'll just have to imagine it," she said, giving her father eighteen different angles to admire her from. Her body moved in ways Scott knew a father's eyes were not meant to see. She seemed to be able to move her lower half independently, and she exhibited her prowess through a number of positions that further defined her beauty. Her body... her rotating hips and the gentle transitions from pose to pose were hypnotic to the point that he was having visions of what it would be like to put such incredible movements of his teenager to proper use. "You're a natural, honey." Alexis giggled, "And to think, all of this came from you, right, daddy?" Alexis had very effectively arched her back and afforded her father a generous view of her youthful chest. When she brought her arms together and pushed her breasts toward each other, Scott watched in amazement as they heaved and adjusted within her top. "I don't know where it came from sometimes, sweetie," he said quietly. The words were uttered with little or no consent from his distracted brain. Did she know what she was doing? She must? Did she know what kind of thoughts she inspired by showing her body to her father so willfully? For the man who had raised her and all along studied her every want and need, he simply could not read her when it came to such a basic thing - attraction. "Which one do you like the best, daddy? I'll do the pose for you!" Alexis threw her long golden-blonde hair over her shoulder and looked at him expectantly. 'No, you can't' screamed a voice in Scott's head. Wherever it came from was far too remote, because after the last minute or two of watching his eighteen-year-old model for him, Scott's brain refused to see the harm in a little more. "How about this one?" he said, picking up the photo of her standing with her hands over her head and showing it to her. Alexis looked satisfied. Smiling, she focused herself and then slowly got into position. When she arrived at it, she looked just like in the photo - not soaking wet, but this time with only her father's eyes there to admire her. Something about the fact that her dad had ASKED for her for that specific pose heightened the experience for both of them. Before, it had been a tingle within her. Then it was a buzz. Now, Alexis felt almost as if she was meandering through a dream. She'd do anything her dad asked her to... she wanted to appease his every request. Did he know what kind of control he had? Was there some line when they'd eventually reach and stop automatically because any more would be too much? "They have a kind of coach that talks me through the shoot at times. She said my waist looks best when I put my arms up like this, but you've got to have the right boobs for it." It was an invitation to look right at his baby's chest, and Scott took it. 'Oh God, of course...' his mind relented - her tits just hung there flawlessly. Still they looked ample and firm. "So... what do you think, daddy?" "About..." Scott asked cluelessly until, "what do I think about your...?" He glanced down at his daughter's chest, letting her observe where he was looking, at her request. Alexis nodded. "Alexis, honey, I can't tell my daughter what I think about her breasts, and you know that." The perky blonde deflated, giving her dad a frustrated glare and letting her arms fall to her sides. The topic of conversation, her breasts, shook as her posture changed. "Oh... I didn't think...I dunno, I thought you could just... like... give me constructive criticism so I can do even better next time." Scott didn't know whether his daughter was playing dumb or not, but her reasoning won him over. "Oh, don't give me that look, Alexis..." he said, "you're very... nicely proportioned, sweetie, so I think you look just fine in that pose." There was that smile again. Alexis quickly turned her demeanor back around, causing her father to doubt her conviction to the evil-eye she'd so easily shed. "There are some poses the coach told me not to do because they'd be... too provocative, I think. Can I show you and you be the judge?" Scott merely nodded; there was nothing else to do. "So there's this one," Alexis narrated, flipping over and sprawling out on her back. Looking upside down at her father, she gyrated her hips around and slowly spread her legs, working her toes into the carpet when she stopped with them sufficiently apart. The sexy teen then lifted her hips up off the ground, still rotating them ever so slightly. There was no other choice but to imagine being on the other side of her, kneeling between her legs and being the recipient of the beautiful motion of Alexis's body. There was so much to see - the complexity of her curves, the entrancing movement of her hips and the innocent eye contact she held with her father. "I think it's supposed to be a little too suggestive with like...my..." Alexis glanced down to where she was holding her lower half in the air, showing her father where she meant with a wiggle, "Well, you know." "Yeah... I'm glad I didn't see that in any of the pictures," Scott admitted. "What about now though, it's not as bad when it's only for you, right, daddy?" Alexis asked. "Sure, sweetie, I guess you're right, as long as it's just me." As he said it, Scott stored a mental image of his daughter, looking up at him and waving her hips around invitingly. "I'm glad you like it. I think you'll like this one too then..." Alexis rolled over onto her hands and knees, sticking her butt up in the air. She arched her back first, tossing her hair and smirking at her dad. If he'd had a camera, it would have been a priceless shot. But Scott was glad it was his eyes only for this private shoot. His little girl - barely clothed at all and posing just for him... he could watch her like this for hours. Alexis could feel his hungry eyes on her and saw him shift in his seat. She wasn't an experienced girl by any means - some curious groping and kissing with boys from school - but something about her father's composure struck her to the core. It was a feeling exponentially more exciting than the one she got posing for the camera. It was the incredibly taboo feeling of being on display for her daddy and only him. Alexis extended to her toes and fingers only on the carpet, sticking her butt as high in the air as it could go, forming a perfect triangle with the floor and stretching out for her father to see her fully.With practiced form, she brushed her nose across the threads of the carpet, rounding out her back as she did - another breathtaking motion she had perfected in her yoga class. Except, the confining sports bra - the one that usually accompanied this motion at the gym - wasn't there. Alexis was simply basking in the admiring eyes of her father and didn't realize that as she dragged her chest across the carpet, the confines of her bikini weren't confining enough. As she came to a fully arched position, Scott saw, in absolute disbelief, that his daughter's breasts were all but entirely revealed to him. He was struck with silence. Her nipples were pale and only slightly pinker than her skin - small circles around upright and sensitive nubs that his front teeth chattered to hold between them... They perched at the perfect apex of each soft globe, poking out at him tellingly. Perhaps he could have fended off the attacks of her looks, pose by pose, if she had remained fully clothed, but this was too much. What amount remained, Scott stiffened fully within his pants, his disobedient manhood straining against them as his daughter's bare breasts hung fully within his view. Alexis saw the shock on her father's face and watched his mouth open involuntarily. "Oh my Gosh, daddy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to show you my nipples!" Alexis shrieked. "Jeez, I didn't even notice, did you?" But she needn't have asked. Just looking at him, Alexis knew he'd seen it all. The flattered 18-year-old fixed her top casually, inspired by the look in her father's eyes. "Only for a second, I didn't see too much, honey." But Alexis knew beyond a doubt that he was lying. She saw the way one of his hands had snaked toward his crotch and was trying to adjust the bulge there without her noticing. "There, all fixed," she alerted him once she'd very slowly tucked her breasts back into the bikini. "Here, I wanted to show you the pattern anyway; look, daddy." Before Scott could protest, Alexis got to her feet and approached him head-on. She put one knee down on the couch beside him and swung the other over his lap. It was an innocent gesture, one not all that different from sitting on her father's lap as she'd done many times before. But the way Alexis was dressed... the way they were looking at each other and sizing each other up... It felt different, and both dad and daughter knew why. Alexis aligned her bikini top with her father's eyes by sitting up on her knees. She showed him the pattern right on the black triangles of her top - an elegant stitch-work of flowers. One of the flowers was directly atop what he could just discern the outline of beneath, that perfect little bud he'd seen only seconds before. "I see why you like it, baby, it's very appealing." Alexis settled down onto his lap and watched her father wince. She was sitting further back on his legs so she couldn't get a great sense for the bulge he was hiding, but the further contact was enough to get a reaction from him. "Do you think 'I' am appealing though, daddy?" She leaned back to give her father a better view, which he took in gratefully. Alexis had never seen her father inspect her in such a way before, but every second his eyes lingered, she loved it more. "You know I'm not supposed to answer a question like that, Alexis..." Scott began, "but I think I've already told you that you are... appealing, so do you really need to ask?" Alexis looked deeply at him, "I guess not, but I like it when you say it." She leaned in, watching her dad's eyes and the anticipation in them for what she'd do next. The young blonde aligned with his ear and told him softly, "I love you, daddy," before kissing him on the cheek. As her breath brushed across his ear and her lips fell on the tingling side of his face, something happened. Alexis slid further into her father's lap, and it was his hands that were helping her. His teenage daughter let out a sigh. Alexis felt that the increased contact below, however incidental, meant something serious. Of their own volition, Scott's fingers encircled his baby's waist and slipped down to the small pair of black bottoms that were stretched taut around her. How long they stayed like that, neither Alexis nor her father could have said. Furthermore, it was unclear which of them was causing Alexis's lower body to rise and fall just beyond imperceptibly atop her father's lap. It was that motion again, just like he'd seen as his daughter did the fateful posing at his feet not minutes ago. Oh God, he could feel it generating beneath his palms... rotating, ensnaring desire slowly building for his baby girl. When Alexis's breath began to get rhythmically heavier, to the point that he could match it to the up-and-down motion of her hips, Scott panicked. His cock had been throbbing against her, in sync with his own young daughter and telling her... telling them both that what she was playing at was entirely possible. But it wasn't. This was wrong, and he'd let it come too far, too fast. He lifted his hands off slowly, not wanting to alarm his daughter but feeling the forbidden warmth of her skin leave them - like it should have. Alexis reacted impulsively, immediately prohibiting the retreat of his hands with her own and putting them back together on her hips. As they returned, Alexis boldly allowed herself to settle deeper into her father's lap - pressuring his straining member more deliberately. With a sigh that approached moaning, Alexis leaned against her father. "Sweetie, maybe you should get off..." he warned. Oh God... wrong choice of words... and Alexis took them the way she wanted to. Alexis cooed again, responding, "uh huh," with another kiss near his ear and an urge forth of her hips. They both knew what he'd meant, but when Scott felt the subtle shake of his daughter's body, he knew she was giggling about his accidental pun. The smirk he cracked, and the mutual humor they shared was disarming. Alexis didn't want to stop, and she'd take any interpretation she could to stay on her daddy's lap just like she was. Scott felt the moment where he could have turned things around slip away as Alexis broke the silence. "Is this what you were talking about before, daddy... what my photos might make people want to do?" "Something like this, honey, but of all people I didn't mean me!" She leaned back far enough to touch her forehead against her father's. "Why, don't you think it's better you than some random guy?" "Well, yes, but I was talking about things a father and a daughter are definitely not allowed to do." "What? You're only touching my hips... I don't mind. Do you mean something else?" Alexis was writhing her hips quite obviously, disguising it by being her usual, spunky self and smiling at him like everything was normal. Scott's fingers felt more daringly up his daughter's slender sides, approaching the waist he'd imagined wrapping them around. It didn't seem possible that such soft, smooth perfection could be achieved in the curve that his palms traced, or that it could belong to his own daughter. "What else did you mean, daddy? I'm really...really...curious." The naughty teenager wiggled her hips about to punctuate each word, teasing her father mercilessly. Scott was speechless at the tenacity of his eighteen-year-old. Once again she put her hands over his, feeling them clasped there at her waist. They both looked for a moment at the tell-tale bulge Alexis was relentlessly pushing against. Each passionate word she spoke seemed to erode the forbidden wall between them, leaving only the clothing that separated one act from a far more meaningful one. "Are you allowed to do this at least?" Alexis asked, urging his hands to climb higher. The bumps of her ribcage meandered against his palms as Scott let his little blonde lead. With a deep breath, and the disbelief of her father, Alexis's quickly covered each of her breasts with his hands. They sat motionless but for the swelling of her lungs while the two contemplated the touch. "Definitely not," Scott said sternly. But he didn't move his hands. Even when Alexis removed hers to put them behind her back and slowly stick out her chest into her father's grasp, his touch remained. Alexis breathed sweetly with relief. "Mnhhhh..." he heard her utter, "I can't imagine why, it's only touching... who says we can't do that? Absurd logic... and he knew it, but his hands were already there, and Scott had been longing to feel his daughter's beautiful breasts since Alexis had first developed them. God, they were amazing... his fingers carefully sought to detail them fully. Each mound sat proudly in his cradling grasp, more than filling it out and quivering when he massaged them. Alexis moaned without pretense. She felt her dad's palms rub the fabric of her bra against her nipples. They screamed with sensation, and she reveled at the position in her father's lap she'd achieved. The teen smiled widely as she saw how much her father seemed to enjoy playing with her. His approval was all she ever wanted. "I think you might like them better without my top on, daddy," she cooed sweetly. Allowing her instincts to act on her behalf, Alexis reached around and swiftly untied her bikini from behind before her father could even consider stopping her. Nobody had ever seen or touched her without a top on, and as she felt the tension release from its grasp, the beautiful teen was ecstatic that the first would be her father. He surprised her. Recognizing that feeling up his teenage daughter was hardly different with or without her clothes on; he helped her pull the bikini up and over her head in a smooth motion.Her breasts barely drooped, sitting up proudly and youthfully as only an eighteen-year-old's can. Never, not on her mother or any of the other women before her, had he ever seen a more beautiful chest. "So... do you like them better this way, daddy? Or should I put my top back on because we're not allowed?" "Hmmm... I'm not sure yet. I guess I'll feel them and decide." Alexis grinned at her cheeky dad, raising her eyebrows and glancing down as if to ask him what he was waiting for. His palms returned, and this time the pretty blonde whimpered louder at the direct contact to her nipples. The way he touched her... how he massaged and then gently took each nub in between his fingers with a deliberate squeeze... Her whole body seized briefly, throwing her head back and its shower of golden hair with it. As he pinched her, Scott allowed the two of them to press together firmly at the hips... two intense points of contact and an ocean of expectation between. "Much better this way, sweetie. This feels good, I'm guessing?" He asked, gently pinching and tugging at her again. Alexis rewarded him with multiple, wonderful gyrations of her hips. "Uh huh, I like it better this way too." She let him touch her for a few more seconds, watching his eyes roam her body as she thought about where they might be headed. "Daddy..." she whispered, bringing her eyes back to his, "show me what else my photos make you want... please... anything." Her eyes welled with desperation and desire. She was hardly old enough to know all that could come of an attraction as strong as theirs, but Scott wondered if he wasn't willing to show her 'anything' and everything. "Alexis... baby... do you know what you're doing to me?" She knew. She nodded almost immediately, pressing into him and telling her father that she needed his guidance. "I think so, daddy," she cooed, reaching down between them and running her fingers over his jeans in just the right spot, "but what are you going to do to me?" Scott had nothing left. No guilt or apprehension, no fear of taking advantage of his little girl. He drank her in one last time, observed the readied look of confidence she was trying so hard to maintain, and made his decision. "Well, first we better get you out of these," he said, reluctantly leaving her breasts to the cool air, and placing both thumbs beneath the tiny waistband of the remaining piece of her bikini. "Mnnnhh... that's what you want? That's really naughty, don't you think, daddy?" she said, teasing him but giving no sign of resistance as she felt her dad press his thumbs into the sensitive and soft skin just below the top of her panties. Scott laid her backward onto the couch, and the two of them worked together to get Alexis fully naked. She wiggled back and forth, helping her father tug the last tiny black piece of modesty down her long, slender legs. When it was done, the teenager watched her appearance stun her dad cold for a few seconds. What he did see, between his daughter's legs, was the prettiest, tiniest pussy he could imagine. Just the peek of her lips and the pink hue of that soft, shaven skin between her smooth thighs was the prize he'd uncovered. "Alexis, honey..." he started, causing her to wait on his every word, "you just keep getting more beautiful." Again, a jolt of excitement wracked her body as she heard her own father comment directly on a place he was certainly forbidden to admire. And if that wasn't bad enough, what he also saw there was that his naughty little girl was quite visibly shiny and wet all around her perfect, teenage mound. "Daddy, it's not fair. You got me totally naked and you're still wearing all your clothes." She was right, it wasn't fair. "Shit, sorry, sweetheart. Do you want to help me out of mine then?" Alexis nodded enthusiastically and sat back up on the couch. Her dad easily removed his shirt, and while he did, his daughter was at his belt. She saw the way his pants were swelling along the path of what was within, but she'd never seen one up close. How big could it be? It was so long, almost to his waistband. She took an extra few seconds to navigate the unfamiliar territory of his belt-buckle and button, but when she had it, she pulled his pants apart eagerly. When the two of them finally tugged at the waistband of both his pants and underwear, Alexis got a view of what she'd been waiting for. Her father had seen her most intimately, and now what he'd been holding back sprang out from his pants and bobbed fatefully in front of her. Alexis gasped, marveling at his size and wondering what in God's name he was planning to do with such a big cock. "Daddy, ohmygod... I've never seen one before... they can't all be this big, right?" "No, I guess not, sweetie. And that's a very nice compliment to tell a man, by the way." "What? That my daddy's penis is huge?" Alexis tried to keep a straight face, but her feigned innocence broke out into a grin as she acknowledged how naughty her words were. "Can I please touch it; I don't even think it will fit in my hands!" Scott gave her the same look she'd given him before, indicating for her to proceed. It was his turn to groan this time, for Alexis wasted little time encircling fingers around him from both hands. She was right, he did look bigger than ever before in her sweet little grasp. Alexis looked up at her father as she took hold of him, smiling at the obvious pleasure she was causing. Her father was so hard and so aroused that his cock was throbbing, and the fact was not lost on the young teen. In her learning hands, she felt his shaft swell, and a clear liquid emitted from the very tip. She quickly touched it with her thumb, rubbing it around his already glossy head, not knowing just how sensitive and intense that would feel to him. His head rolled around, catching a glimpse of the photos that were now scattered haphazardly about. How he'd gone from the forbidden and unspoken dreams they inspired to that moment, Scott would never be able to recount perfectly. But, as his daughter spoke her curious words and explored him excitedly, he knew he could never regret what was about to happen. "What's this, daddy? I can feel your cock pulsing in my hands... and it's leaking out at the tip!" "Unhghhh... honey... that's pre-cum, and it only happens when your dad is really...really turned on." Alexis seemed to like that answer, and she repaid him by slowly working her two hands back and forth on his shaft. "Does that mean I'm doing a good job, dad? Or should I stop because we're not allowed?" The little tease! Her father could see the smirk on her face and he wanted her all the more because of it. He loved everything about his little girl - her wit, her rebelliousness, her charm... and today he'd been given a chance to love her physically as well. He wasn't about to waste it. "No, it's okay, Alexis. I'm not going to stop you." Again, she was quite satisfied with her effect on him. The blonde's hands worked more steadily over his wide member, and precum eked continuously from him. His naked little girl was doing a much better job than he'd expected to pleasure her father, and she'd been touching him for mere seconds. Like she so commonly did, Alexis took her dad utterly by surprise, craning forward when he'd shut his eyes and keeping her hands on him while she added a new sensation to her stroking. The warm, wet embrace of his daughter's lips and the shocking lap of her tongue encircled his tip without warning. Scott looked down at his offspring, and she had kept staring up at him the whole time. She sucked at her daddy's head, showing him she meant to discover what the clear liquid that had been there tasted like. He couldn't take more than a few seconds of that. Unlike any other girl he'd been with in his life, his beautiful 18-year-old had him seemingly seconds from orgasm and she'd only just begun. Scott reached down to stop her. "Ugh... fuck... wait, sweetie... you have to stop," he said, pushing her back and stilling her hands. Alexis watched as her father breathed hastily and closed his eyes. She'd never seen a man so overcome like that. "Daddy... were you going to cum because of me?" Still, her father only breathed and managed to look at her. "You were, weren't you? It would have been okay, daddy. I wouldn't have minded, even if you did it on me." A few seconds more and he would have - all over her. The way she was perched, Scott could just imagine white streaks of his semen painting her masterpiece of a body. But with no holds barred, Scott had a much better plan. "Yes, Alexis, looking at you the way I have been, and then how you were touching me... you almost made me cum right on those beautiful tits of yours." Alexis looked down and bit her lip, obviously thinking she'd like that very much. "I want to take my time with you, sweetie. I want to spend hours showing you every way I know to have sex... and I will...but..." He had her attention; she stayed perched and waiting for him to go on. "But right now, 'Lexi, I want to do the thing we're definitely not allowed to do." Alexis blushed as he called her by that name he reserved only for the most special occasions, and it seemed he had saved it for the most significant one. She looked at his erect cock, how it stood there waiting for what would come next and considered what he'd just proposed. 'The thing they were definitely not allowed to do... oh god,' she thought with a shiver. She'd never entered such territory before, but somehow every part of her was begging to. "You want to fuck me... now, daddy?" They stared at each other while Scott worked up the gall to admit such incestuous desires to his own daughter."I do, baby, but only if you want me to." Alexis let the moment linger, pondering everything and nothing at the same time. She knew there was no way in hell she was going to stop them now, but this was perhaps the biggest moment of her life and it felt that way. She nodded, slowly but surely. "I want you to fuck me too..." Scott put his finger beneath her chin and pulled her up to kiss him. For the first time, they joined in a kiss that would precede the forbidden act they were both desperately awaiting. Once again, Alexis felt passion in that kiss that she'd never known possible. Her tongue and his acted as though entwined both genetically and enduringly. When they broke, Alexis's worries were being cradled away, similar to the way her father was lovingly lowering her to the couch beneath him. His eyes roamed over her entire body, from her alluring blonde hair, to her youthful breasts, to her long little legs rubbing together with her feet fidgeting nervously below. "Daddy, I'm a virgin... you know that right?" "Another wonderful thing for a father to hear..." Scott smiled, "Does that make you worried about having sex with me, sweetie?" "No, I know you'll be good to me... it's just..." Alexis looked down, widening her eyes as they fixed on her target. Her father caught her meaning, and knew that however ready she was for him, her tiny frame was still going to need to adjust to having him inside her, and that might cause her pain. "I know it looks big, sweetie." "Big!" Alexis retorted, "It looks like you could split me in half!" She was only half-joking, but both Scott and his daughter chuckled once more. "Do you really think it will fit?" she asked nervously. Scott eyed her understandingly, "I know you're my little girl, but your pussy is made to stretch just enough, sweetie," he reassured, "and I made you, so I'm betting we'll fit together very well, Alexis." She smiled, tickled at the thought. Soon she was being tickled, or rather tapped impatiently by something ever so close to her opening. Alexis shook with surprise. To feel her father's penis actually touch her so close... only a little closer and she might have thought it incest. 'Oh my god... we're really doing this...' she thought. As he came closer to her, Alexis and her father felt his cock lay against her abdomen. Seeing it like that, swollen and throbbing with his heartbeat, Alexis's body quaked to imagine what it was going to feel like. His cock looked even bigger when she considered that the distance it traveled up her belly button would be about how far it would be inside of her. She couldn't help finding it appreciatively with her hand. "But there's one other thing, daddy..." Alexis began; her hand seemed to be feeling her daddy's cock, searching for something, "you aren't wearing a condom." Oh... yeah... there was that. "Honey... I haven't needed those since not long after we had you... so I don't have any." "Well, neither do I, you're about to be my first, remember?" "It's okay, Alexis, we can have sex without one, your mother told me a while ago she was going to put you on birth control. You are now, right?" "Mmh... daddy, that's not fair..." she chastised him as he taunted her with further pressure of his shaft against her tiny mound, "I am on the pill, but my health teacher said you should always use a condom." Scott drove against her again, and felt his member wetted as he slid against his daughter's readied pussy. "That's very good that you know to always practice safe sex, Alexis, but I'm your father, so having sex with me is far safer than boys you don't know." "Are you just saying that because you want to fuck me so bad, daddy?" "No, I'm just saying that this ONE exception would be okay. You can have sex with me without a condom, but only me." He knew that rule was absolutely ridiculous, but so was the fact that Scott was reasoning with his daughter while full-on rubbing steadily between her soaked little lips. He'd taken hold of his cock and was playing closer and closer to her entrance. A few times, even Alexis realized just how near her daddy was to taking a slightly different angle and penetrating her. Her father's 'exception' was a bit self-serving, and Alexis knew it. She looked doubtfully at him, making Scott truly worried she might want them to stop. The writhing teenager furrowed her brow as she tried to keep her wits about her with the stimulation her dad was causing below. "I'll stop in a heartbeat if you want me to," he prodded, waiting a few torturous seconds for his daughter to make up her mind. "No, don't stop, daddy. It's okay; you don't need to use a condom." Scott let out a sigh of relief as Alexis lifted her hips up just enough to let her father know she was ready for him. From the teasing and grinding they were doing, both she and her father were glistening with clear streaks across their skin. The eighteen-year-old could once again see pre-ejaculant gathered copiously at his tip, thereafter watching it directed expertly against her opening - right where her father wanted it. "Honey, you know I love you, right? You can call this whole thing off right now and it wouldn't be incest." The forbidden word made her shiver with excitement. It was sweet of him to give her every opportunity to be in control of what they committed, but Alexis held her father's gaze, knowing how important her next words were. "I love you too, daddy. I'm ready for you." With her permission, Scott watched her face closely, took a deep breath, and inserted his tip past Alexis's taut pink entrance. He felt how incredibly wet she was as it slowly spread her apart. With only the tip, his baby was making plenty of noise. "Oh god, dad... mmh... I can't believe this... uhh, keep going..." Still he pushed forth, and Scott's bare cock entered his young virgin's pussy definitively for the first time. Alexis turned her head and howled against the cushion, continuing to do so as her daddy gave her another inch. Past the tip he was wider, and those few inches were just about to push inside her. "Fuck, daddy... wait... Oh God... it's so big..." Scott could only watch his baby cope with the first cock she'd ever felt, but he was able to be eternally grateful that it was his own. "It won't fit, daddy... it won't! It's too big." She grimaced and grasped at nothing on the couch when he pushed a little further. "Shh... relax, Alexis... don't squeeze too much, it's already halfway in." "Really? Oh my god, I can't believe you're really fucking me... oh shit... are you sure it's going to fit, it hurts, daddy?!" "I know it does, 'Lexi, but I promise it will go away. Here, I'll take it out and we can try again." Scott began to withdraw, but his daughter quickly reached down and grabbed the base of his cock... "No, don't, daddy; I'm ready to keep trying. I want to be able to take it all... I'm made for you like you said, right?" He loved her so deeply just then, and as Scott allowed his daughter to urge him deeper, he wondered how he could ever love someone more than her after this day. Alexis struggled and whimpered. It took a few tries to get it all the way in, but at last her daddy came to rest inside a panting and moaning young blonde with his pelvis right against the soft mound of her pussy. "Oh my god... it's so freaking deep, dad... Oh fuck... is it really all the way in?" "It is, sweetie; you did such a good job." Scott allowed his baby to catch her breath while he simply savored the feeling of her perfect tunnel hugging him so tightly it consumed him. "You're so tiny and tight, Alexis... oh god... your daddy's cock has never felt this good with anyone before, sweetie." Alexis finally was able to open her eyes all the way again and really look at her dad while he was lodged all the way into her, as far as he could go. "You're really inside me, daddy... and you took my virginity..." Scott nodded gratefully. He couldn't help his cock swelling as he considered the reality of being his own daughter's first. "I'm so glad we did what we're not allowed to, dad... even if you're fucking me without a condom," she teased. "I guess I'm not exactly fucking you yet, sweetie, this would be more like fucking you." He withdrew a few inches and gently slid them back in. Alexis cried out, but he could see how hard she was trying to be strong for her father. He knew if he just helped her adjust a little more, he could have her moaning and bucking and begging him not to stop. "Fuck, daddy... unhh, it hurts, but it's feeling better. Why couldn't your cock be a little smaller?" Scott smiled and reached around to grab her backside as he began urging into her consistently. Her perfect little asscheek conformed to his hand as he squeezed it - yet another newfound asset he looked forward to enjoying thoroughly. Alexis took a decent amount of time before her father saw the pain of adjusting to her first cock begin to melt away. It was replaced by a fire in her eyes, a desperation that said she wasn't sure what sex was all about but wanted so badly for her daddy to teach her. "Oh jeez... God, it feels good, daddy... unhh... it's so far inside me, I feel like you're filling me all the way up." The way she talked to him, that sweet voice speaking words of incest and lust... it was doing things inside Scott's brain he'd never encountered before. He felt his daughter's body against him and could sense, simply from the touch of her skin, all of the features he'd been admiring for years. He kissed her, surprising her with the contact but quickly leading to a full on make-out-session while they came together at the hips. "Oh, sweetie... ugh... I'm the luckiest dad in the world... god, you feel so good.""Like she was made for it, Alexis widened her legs little by little, and her father fucked her more thoroughly. Remembering the first time he was atop her, thrusting away with her legs spread apart and her cries of "daddy" filling the room around them, was a memory that could get him hard in an instant for many years to come. But for now, as his little girl wrapped her legs around him and took his thrusts so well it made him proud, Alexis and her father got utterly lost in each other. Kissing, breathing, groping, they let everything in their lives fall away but for each other - locked together in an incestuous coupling that seemed to conquer all. And in that coupling, with Scott's hips thudding against his daughter in breast-shaking and powerful motions, both of them forgot themselves. With little warning, Scott felt the unstoppable sensation of a shockwave coming from deep within him. He was beyond thinking to change course. Alexis too, hadn't even considered that there was still some ability to be safer even if her daddy wasn't wearing a condom. "Ohgod, your dad's gonna... oh Alexis..." Scott breathed as his hips connected with her over and over. He felt the teenager's feet gently urging him from behind - her whole body was clasping around him and begging him to continue. He rolled his hips just right, sliding inside Alexis's pussy while pressuring her clit as well. "Daddy... I feel... unhhh... light-headed... ohmygod... keep fucking me like that." There was no accounting for time when Alexis's father might have chosen to pull out of her and perhaps spray his load across her bare, beautiful abdomen. Instead of that, he felt it well up from within and shoot directly inside her before he even knew what hit him. Alexis, pleasured into the next universe as she was, didn't realize what was happening until a bolt of warmth filled her even more deeply than she'd felt the very tip of her father's cock. He had buried all the way into her and something more copious than the pre-cum was spurting out into her teenage pussy. "Daddy... ohmygod... I can feel... oh... oh... fuck daddYYEEE..." She wasn't prepared for it. She wasn't prepared for any of it, and the quickly escalating climax that Alexis had been feeling was suddenly upon her right as she felt a second spray of her father's sperm inside her. Scott bucked as he and his little girl clutched each other tight. She was digging her nails into his back and her pussy seemed to spasm in rhythm with the spurting of semen from his tip. Her cries, and the way she needed him so badly was beyond Scott's ability to describe or comprehend. They hadn't discussed whether it would be okay for Alexis's father to unleash a load of life-giving sperm inside her, let alone one so plentiful it could only be meant for his eighteen-year-old daughter. Alexis felt her father swell greatly with each pump of his spunk. After their clamoring and moaning against each other's lips, the two were silent but for periodic gasps and whimpers while they experienced their first orgasm together and then recovered from it. The build-up had been short, but neither Alexis nor her father could imagine having waited any longer for the release that had found them perfectly in sync. "Daddy, that was... that was..." but even the rambunctious blonde was short on words. Alexis had tried to speak before her breath returned to her. When it did, she managed: "Is THAT what my pictures made you want to do to me?" Scott laughed aloud, wincing as the shake made his cock adjust slightly, still buried in his daughter's pussy. "To be honest sweetie, that's just the start. And it wasn't your pictures baby, it was you." Alexis's eyes widened and she broke out the beautiful smile he was relieved to see given the circumstances. "You didn't say you were going to cum in my pussy daddy..." "I know sweetheart... you just felt so good, I didn't realize I was doing it until..." "Shh..." Alexis stopped him with a finger to his lips, "it's okay, when I felt your sperm in me it made me cum so hard too daddy... I liked it." Alexis pecked her father on the lips before continuing to praise him, "God I never thought... I didn't know I could cum like that... it was much different than when I... you know... masturbate." the teenager admitted. Scott found it adorable that she would be bashful in the absurd and forbidden situation they were both very much responsible for. "I'm glad you liked it baby, because I don't think I've ever cum so hard either, your pussy is literally perfect, Alexis." "I think you came... like... a lot daddy. I can feel it everywhere in me." The two of them looked down where Scott was still sunk into his daughter's pussy. Ever so slightly, her abdomen was mounded along the path of her dad inside her, and they both focused on how incredible it was to feel the very sperm that had made her, along with the cock it came from, now definitively within her eighteen-year-old quim. "Can I look daddy? Will you take it out?" Not wanting to comply, but also hoping to see his excited daughter appeased, Scott slowly withdrew his cock from her. It seemed to take forever to slide all the way out, but when it did Alexis's young pussy attempted immediately to return to its original tightness. As Alexis's lips pursed back together, they saw the result of their lovemaking peek condemningly out. Where at first, it was just a bead of thick white; soon an entire glob of semen was emitted, joined quickly by a second flowing from right from Alexis's tiny quim. "Oh... my... god. Daddy, is that all your sperm?" "Yes sweetie, looks like I've made quite a mess of you huh?" Seeing that look of pure wonder in his daughter's eyes while she watched his spunk drip out, Scott wondered when he'd wake up from the dream that had been that afternoon with Alexis. The only thing to stop it was a quick motion of her dad, who planted his tip safely below and let the cum coat him as it leaked from his daughter. "Those could all be my brothers and sisters... technically... right daddy? If I didn't start taking birth control on Monday." The naughty little thing, she was really rubbing it in...wait..."WHAT?" "What daddy, I asked if your cum is technically my brothers and sis..." "No, the other thing, what did you say about your birth control?" "Oh, that it's a good thing I started taking birth control on Monday, although I don't think mom knew when we went to the doctor that I'd be getting it for you!" Alexis saw a look of alarm in his eyes. "What is it daddy?" "Alexis, I know you always say that I don't know enough about girl-problems and such, but..." He looked down at the cum-coated opening of his daughter's pussy, at her glistening body and the little smile that she still couldn't seem to shake, and reluctantly told her the truth "Sweetie, birth control takes a few weeks to start working. Didn't they tell you that when you were there with your mother?" "Well yes, maybe, but I was really mad at her dragging me there because of ONE boy who she thought I was hooking up with. I wasn't really listening very closely because I thought it was stupid." The reality set in. Alexis had been on birth control for a total of two days - far from enough to be having unprotected sex AND taking such a copious infusion as what he'd given her. So he'd just filled his own daughter with an incredible amount of sperm, and the only safe assumption was that she was entirely vulnerable to becoming pregnant. Alexis looked worried... "I didn't know daddy... I'm sorry... ohgod, and I'm right in the riskiest part of my cycle I think." "Hey hey hey," Scott quickly consoled her, not wanting to let her go into a panic, "don't worry at all sweetie, there are a lot of things we can do. Remember, it's much safer to have sex with me... because I will always take care of you." "You promise... I just... they tell you all these horror stories about getting pregnant and stuff..." Scott had to chuckle, "I remember those videos - they're probably still showing you kids the same ones as when I went to school," Alexis seemed to be looking for more comforting than that. "How many of those videos talked about girls having sex with their fathers? Huh?" Of course they didn't, and Alexis squinted speculatively at him. "None of them, I guess..." "Exactly, so let me take care of you then, okay honey, just trust me?" Alexis smiled, "I do trust you daddy." This whole time, Scott had noticed his cock's refusal to soften. In fact, as soon as his daughter's vulnerability entered the mix, he had noticeably stiffened. Alexis noticed too. "Does your cock stay hard like that for long daddy?" She reached down to it, feeling its sticky coating on her fingers as they wrapped around his shaft. "It usually doesn't do this baby, it just means I'm still aroused and I still want to have sex with you..." The revelation stunned her. She was now filled with the incestuous and incredibly risky sperm of her father, and he seemed ready to repeat the very act that could lead to her becoming pregnant with the child of her own father. "But we can't... not again... right daddy?" Scott seemed to consider this seriously. For starters, he had only taken his baby girl in one of many positions he intended to show her for her first time. Secondly, he'd so rarely had the opportunity to go again immediately, and the hard cock she now held in her hand seemed to be daring him to. "Actually sweetie, I'm not sure it would be any riskier than what we've already done..." Alexis didn't seem to follow.""I think we can both agree that all of this," he motioned, wiggling his tip around the teen's entrance and disturbing the pool of cum that had settled there, "is about as big as our risk is going to get." Again, that puppy-dog look of expectation that she wore so well flashed across her face. "So... you'd fuck me again even though you know you could get me pregnant?" "In a heartbeat," Scott admitted proudly. "Oh god... that would be really naughty, dad... really, really bad of us." But Alexis seemed to be simply talking to herself. She continued holding onto her father's shaft like a comforting toy she needed to hold to feel safe. She stroked it instinctively while her father watched the wheels turning in her head. "Would you cum inside me again too, daddy?" "I could... if you wanted me to." "Unhhh..." Alexis cooed, he hadn't even touched her but the teen's body quivered nonetheless. "Oh god... I can't believe I'm really considering this..." Alexis sat up to meet her father and lingered close before kissing him on the lips. Somehow, magically between them, Alexis had managed to get ahead of her father, and as their tongues met each other's, Scott's cum-slathered tip found his daughter's opening once more. He leaned back on the chair, letting Alexis follow and allowing her to guide just how far inside her she would allow his cock on this second round. Feeling what a sticky mess it was between them, both Alexis and her daddy were immensely turned on by the copious remainder of Scott's orgasm easing the insertion into her. Again, her 18-year-old pussy resisted him, but an eager Alexis was not deterred. Having his daughter in his lap like this was SO much better than it had been before when she was still wearing her swimsuit. Instead of moving up and down innocently as she had been, now every movement urged her father's penis further into her impossibly tight body. She seemed content to lift a few inches and fall back into her father's embrace, squeezing her breasts against him each time. Scott allowed her to do exactly as she pleased, and he took the opportunity to explore her body with his hands once more. "Unhhh...dad... I love when you touch me like that..." she moaned. Scott pawed at her like an animal, his fingers gripping all over her back, at her sides, her hips and resting finally with a handful each of her butt. He spread her cheeks gently as he gripped her. "Alexisss...honey... will you do something for me?" Scott hissed. "Of course, daddy," she said, slowing her movements and looking right into his eyes, "anything." "The way you were moving your hips before when you were posing for me... could you...unghh... could you do that now?" Alexis thought for a second, and then broke out into a gleeful smirk. She nodded, knowing exactly what he wanted. Scott felt her bottom half begin a different routine. It started as a tiny circle that she drew around the cock that was planted firmly at its center. Then she repeated it, widening the arc and realizing that if she moved just right she could let her daddy slide in and out of her with each rotation. Holding her like that, Scott felt his daughter move in a way that seemed completely unreasonable he should be forbidden. To experience it fully, Scott leaned back on the couch and directed his daughter to continue her efforts perched there atop him. His eyes ravaged her. He watched the entrancing motion of her hips, feeling each sensitive withdrawal and insertion back into Alexis's dripping pussy. He heard the slick, subtle sound of their junction and the incestuous fluids that were combining there. His daughter's presence enveloped him. "Like this, daddy? Unghh fuck... is this what you wanted?" "That's exactly what I meant, baby...mnphhh... you're doing it perfectly." Scott made a mental note of just how majestic his daughter looked in that position while he watched her for another moment. He tried to experience each sense individually, her moans, the embrace of her young tunnel, the sight of her abdomen flexing with the effort of each gyration. Alexis put her hands on her father's chest, leaning in to kiss him, but not failing to lift her hips up and down while she did. He moaned into her mouth, and she into his until they broke the kiss and Alexis looked intently at him as she tried to keep her hips moving. The sight of his daughter's tits squeezed together by her arms and thrust toward him warranted only one response. He leaned in and kissed around each nipple before taking one at a time into his mouth and sucking on them, or nibbling - whichever he preferred. Obviously, Alexis had no idea just how pleasurable that could be. In a matter of seconds, Scott felt his daughter's hips begin bucking a bit wildly. He took hold of them, knowing from the glisten of sweat on her forehead that she might weaken before she could be consumed by the full brunt of her orgasm. With daddy's help, that wouldn't happen. He lifted Alexis's backside for her, while still doing his best to keep one of her nipples between his lips. His teenage daughter howled, even attempting to retreat, but he held her tight and refused to stop fucking her until she begged him. "Daddy...ohfuck... wait... I can't... I can't brea...unhhhh please daddy please!" She tried to sit up on her knees as she spasmed, making it harder to thrust fully into her, but he managed. Incredibly, Scott felt wetness dripping from his daughter's already drenched pussy as he bucked into her, knowing more stimulation would make her orgasm all the more intense. He wore a proud smile as his little girl came for the second time, feeling her lose control of her body as she cried out and her pussy clamped almost painfully down on him. Alexis was the most dangerously beautiful thing he'd ever seen in that never-ending orgasm. When it finally released its hold on her, she slumped down, panting for air and quivering uncontrollably. Scott received her in loving arms. When she recovered enough, Alexis put her palms on her father's strong chest, feeling his muscles beneath them as she propped herself up and shook back her messy, blonde hair. "Okay... holy crap, dad..." Scott chuckled at the first words she'd managed in minutes. "I couldn't breathe, and you kept holding me and fucking me and then... I think I might have blacked out, daddy!" She hit him on the chest like it was all his fault. Perhaps it was. "Maybe that's all true, but something tells me you kinda liked it... at least a little bit?" he queried. Alexis growled, hitting him with a closed fist on the chest again before cracking a frustrated smile. "Urghh... yes I liked it, but you're still mean." Alexis curled to look down between them. Her little pelvis was pushed all the way to the base of her daddy's cock as she rested in his lap. She could see its incredible width spreading her open, and the connection between them now further coated with her fluids. "God, daddy, I'm so wet. Is sex always so messy?" she asked in a way that only an eighteen-year-old daughter could. "Usually it's only like this when two people are incredibly aroused, sweetie, but I'm sure that my swimmers from earlier aren't helping." "Speaking of which, daddy... I thought you said you were going to cum inside me again?" Scott's brain buzzed to hear her so casually mention that. "I will, sweetie, I just wasn't ready yet." "Oh, you want to fuck your daughter some more?" Alexis asked, moving her hips around ever so slightly to tease him, "haven't you had enough of me yet?" "Not even close, baby, I have lots more things to show you." Alexis bounced with youthful excitement and despite the temptation to let her continue doing that, Scott quickly lifted he and his baby off the couch. The beautiful blonde squealed as he picked her up like it was nothing. Ohhh... and the way he managed to keep his big cock deep inside her the whole time... Alexis's body shivered at the feeling. Scott had never had sex in such a position, nor standing in the middle of the family room. Mostly, he'd never been with such a small and pretty young thing that he could easily maneuver against him. Alexis squealed again as her dad manhandled her expertly and she felt his penis sliding in and out of her. "Mnhhh... daddy... you're so strong," she flattered him. He pulled her close for a tangled kiss and humped into her a few more times before moving her to the floor. "How about you show me that pose like you were before, sweetie." "Which one, daddy - on my back, or on my knees?" "Knees," Scott stated assuredly. "Mnhh... okay," Alexis said, finally feeling her daddy's cock pulling out of her. When it was fully revealed, a little 'puff' of air followed, exhibiting just how tight Scott's little girl was. "What's this called again, daddy?" Alexis asked as got ready once again for her handsome father to fuck her in a new position. "It's called doggy, honey." She giggled. Alexis obviously knew what it was called, but couldn't help baiting her father, "So I'm your little doggy, daddy? Arf arf!" Scott rolled his eyes - hearing that coupled with the way she was swaying her upturned ass was yet another scene he couldn't have imagined if he tried. Alexis felt her dad slowly spread her legs as he knelt between them. His hands came down in a clap on her cheeks, and the eighteen-year-old whimpered as he massaged her, spreading her little lips a few times in the process. "Are you gonna put it back in me?" She baited him, "Your little puppy is waiting for your BIG cock to be inside her, daddy." Alexis tried to go on to make another mocking little bark, but her dad managed to turn it into a howl as he lined up with her puffy little pussy and sunk a few inches into her first.Amazingly, Alexis helped him by leaning back into his thrust and meeting his pelvis with the soft cushion of her young, pert ass. "Unhhhh... fuck... daddy, it feels really big this way... jeez... did your cock grow even bigger?" "No, sweetie, your body is just a little... mphhhh... more tense this way. Try to relax." "It's okay, it still feels good... ooohh arf arf... don't worry," Alexis joked. Scott wasn't worried. He knew that like every other moment with Alexis, the two of them were a perfect fit. Well, her teenage pussy definitely took some convincing, but with each thrust into her from behind, Scott became more convinced that he'd brought her into this world for the very purpose they were now playing out together. He reached forward and took one of Alexis's breasts in his hand. As they established a rhythm, Alexis could see why her dad wanted her in this position. She felt vulnerable and on display for him. He had complete control of her body, and all she could do was stay upright and accept his incredible cock. He groped her needily, and Alexis rewarded him with the cries that were clear, beautiful melodies to her father. The young blonde hardly even realized it until she felt her dad helping her all the way to the floor, so that her nude little body joined the carpet, tickling her skin. Scott pushed his daughter's legs together so she was a long, slender line on the carpet, and he straddled her with his cock still inserted in the perfect little cleft between her legs. She was softer, more accepting to his thrusts, and he could see her breasts spreading out to the sides of her body each time he came down atop her with an audible smack. "Ohfuck, daddy... this is... mnhhh... this is incredible." A twinge of guilt prodded him as Scott held his little girl in place, but something about her helpless little form, moaning and writhing as he impaled her from above, was incredibly arousing. He grabbed her hands and pulled them around behind her back, restraining her further. Alexis was surprised at him. It wasn't like her father to control her like this, but that was likely the reason she could feel her body singing with pleasure. Her youthful quim leaked even more as her daddy dominated her, relentlessly sliding his cock into the small opening left between her locked thighs. Fucking his little girl in such a way brought Scott closer than he'd planned to orgasm in no time. He finally let go of her, just when Alexis and her father were both starting to feel that now-familiar buzz of sensation in their outermost extremities. He slowed his thrusts to a halt, and then reluctantly slid out of her perfect little pussy. Scott rolled his beautiful daughter over beneath him, and marveled at the flushed smile she bore, stretching out beneath him - naked as the day she was born. "Well, that was interesting, daddy... you liked holding me down, didn't you?" "I did, baby, you were so sexy I couldn't help myself. I didn't go too far, did I?" Alexis reached out for her father's cock one more time, holding it and shaking her head no as she gripped him appreciatively. "No, it was really hot, dad... you almost made me cum again!" "Me too, sweetie," he admitted, "just a little more and I would have, but I wanted to look at your pretty face when I did." Alexis blushed, curling up and bathing in the gaze of her loving father above her. "How about you show me that one other naughty position, and I'll fill up that naughty little pussy of yours with all of your brothers and sisters, like last time." "I can't wait, daddy..." Alexis breathed, gracefully maneuvering a leg to either side of her father. When she spoke again, she was already lifting her hips up off the ground for her daddy like she had in her bathing suit. "I'm all yours." This time, her wet little pussy was pointing right at him, and Scott wasted little time sitting up on his knees and wrapping his hands around his daughter's suspended hips. This was the very position he'd imagined joining her in before, and as his tip wavered over her warm little pussy, he was immeasurably glad to play out his fantasy. Alexis and her father both breathed in sharply as he slid into her 18-year-old pussy again. He supported his baby as she held herself up, causing her back to arch and her entrance to form the perfect angle with his invading cock. With such a display of her breathtaking, sprawled beauty, Scott knew he would not last long. Alexis flexed her body as best she could, letting her father once again build up a good tempo until he was fucking her hard enough to shake her firm breasts mightily with each sway of her body. She was just too incredible. He thrust into her, and in all too short a time, the familiar sensation of losing control returned. "Sweetie, I might cum soon... you're too much for your dad." "Good, daddy... unghhh... I'm really close too..." He felt her doing her best to move her acrobatic hips along with his. "Mnhh... fuck... my pussy's all ready for your sperm, daddy..." Another thrust landed, and with it the perilous proximity of Scott's orgasm, approaching all the faster as his daughter's words encouraged him. "Right in the risky part of my cycle," she continued. "ohgod, it's so big... mnhh... and I guess I'm not really on birth control either... unhhhh... am I, daddy?" "You're a naughty little girl, Alexis... fuck, honey... it almost sounds like you want me to get you pregnant..." The two of them were fucking each other with reckless abandon - Alexis's hips rotating as best she could, and Scott greeting her again and again with forceful, and appropriate thrusts. "Mnhhh, you already could have gotten me pregnant the first time, daddy... ughh, fuck, your penis is so big... there's no harm in trying again, right?" She knew that wasn't exactly what he'd said, but it didn't matter. Alexis could see from the look on his face that they would, in fact, 'try' again very soon. "That's it, daddy..." she managed. She'd been focusing so much on making her father cum, that she hardly realized the spider web of electricity slowly overtaking her body. "Cum in your little girl, daddy... mhhh... shoot all your sticky sperm in my pussy... I want you to!" Scott grunted loudly, shoving so deep into his daughter that she felt him reach a point where he could go no further. She waited, her body begging for the swell of his cock and then... Alexis felt her father's already massive member grow inside of her before it bathed her cervix with a stream of life-giving semen. Alexis simply couldn't bear how wonderful and forbidden it was to feel the stuff that made her eighteen years earlier filling her own pussy. She toppled with her father, seeing the desperate look in his eyes as he fought to keep up bucking until she came with him. As his cock spurted again inside his baby, Scott got his wish. The two of them were perfectly synchronous. Each time Alexis's tunnel clenched down on her father, it coaxed another gush of semen into her. They worked together to keep the teenager's hips aloft as her father mashed against her, throbbing as deeply inside her as he could. Always a voracious little one, Alexis tried rotating her hips around the way she had when posing for her daddy before. Only this time, with his pumping member was inside of her, and it was sensitive as hell. Scott managed to stay upright, but only just. His daughter's incredible bottom worked out another few generous ropes of his cum as it gyrated around him. Accidentally, Alexis moved just a bit too ambitiously and her daddy's cock found its way out of her. To her delight, it had just a little more white gunk to reward her with, which squirted oh-so-beautifully across her perfect mound and the smooth skin just below her belly button. Alexis liked seeing it on her - a warm and welcome depiction of the much more abundant amount inside. "It's dripping..." she whined. Alexis couldn't see quite as well as her father, but she could feel it. As he regained himself, Scott watched his fateful load gleaming at Alexis's swollen entrance. Laid back the way she was, his daughter was doing a better job to keep it all inside her, but Scott helped her out by covering the exit once again with his tip. "There," he said, "now you just have to stay like that forever and all my cum will stay inside of you." Scott couldn't help thinking he would be fine with that. "Not all of it," Alexis said, looking at the little mishap of spunk that hadn't made it inside her. To her father's utter disbelief, she ran two fingers through the streaks and brought their coated tips into her mouth. "I knew it would taste good," she said, delighted with herself and the look on her dad's face. Scott finally collapsed, landing with a thud at his daughter's side and rolling her toward him. They simply stared for a while, one searching the other for signs of how they were thinking and feeling. Before she went crazy, Alexis spoke up. "What are you thinking?" She asked her father. It was a question he'd heard many a time, but it was rarely one he had a good answer for. This time though, he didn't even have to consider it. "I was just thinking that I don't know what I'll do now that I've had you." "What do you mean, daddy?" she prodded inquisitively. "I mean that I just know there won't be anyone else I love so much for... well, forever." Alexis beamed. She nuzzled against her father like his little puppy and swam in the loveliness of his words. The warmth of her daddy's orgasm slowly seeping down across the back of her thigh was replaced by the utter passion of his loving embrace. "I know I'm only eighteen, but I don't WANT you to love anyone else like that, daddy..." Alexis said bashfully, "I want us to... to be together.""Is that okay?" God, she was so beautiful, inside and out. "Of course that's 'okay,' sweetie. I told you I'd always take care of you. But I won't get in the way of you finding someone who loves you, to have babies with and all that." "That's not fair, daddy. You said you won't find anyone else, but I have to?" "No... I guess not... no, that's not what I meant..." There she was again, quicker than he by a longshot. "Besides... I'm pretty sure that I might have already found someone to have babies with," she implied, seeing her dad taken aback, "he just took my virginity and came in my pussy TWO times when he knew I could get pregnant." "Now you're not being fair, I didn't know the first time!" Scott rebutted. Alexis gave him a hard look, holding it and making him worry for a second. Then she cracked, feeling guilty and not wanting to give her father too much grief. "I know you didn't, daddy, but you still fucked me again, didn't you?" "I guess I did, and I'd do it again 1,000 times," Scott told her decidedly. "Only 1,000 times? I'm only 18, daddy, and now that I'm not a virgin anymore, I'm going to need you to 'take care of me' a lot, I think." Alexis squirmed in her father's arms. Feeling her naked little body against his, Scott had little doubt he would be able to keep up with his daughter's demands. "And I think you'll have to keep filling me up with your sperm, daddy. My orgasms were SO intense when you did." "Who's the naughty one now, huh?" Scott chided. "We both are," Alexis answered. She and her father fell silent until the magnetism of their passion for each other brought them together. They kissed and touched in ways that made Scott feel as youthful as his beautiful daughter. Thoughts of what came next for the two of them hadn't entered either of their minds yet. After an hour of lying together and talking quietly about everything and nothing, the two admitted defeat to the necessity of cleaning themselves up before anyone else could get home. Alexis yelped as sticky cum that had pooled between her legs trickled down one of them. That sight, of his naked little girl dripping with the utterly exposing remnants of their unprotected sex, was one he hoped to replicate again and again. There was so much in store for them, more than likely some difficulty if they really wanted to be together, but the satisfied prance of Alexis, and the loving admiration with which he followed her, was all the two of them needed in that moment. "I have another shoot a week from now," Alexis announced at the dinner table only an hour or two after she and her father had showered together and reluctantly ended their day of temptation, lust and lines crossed. "That's great, honey. Where at?" asked her mom, sounding disinterested. "It's on the beach in Florida, and it's for five days to make sure we get good weather! It'll be like a little vacation," Alexis said excitedly. "Well, your dad will have to take you then, because I'm far too busy with work right now." "I know, mom. Dad and I talked about it, and he's going to take care of me on my shoots from now on." "Sure, that's fine by me. You sure you're okay with that, Scott?" his wife asked. Alexis smiled wide, but the naughtiness in her eyes was only for him. If only they knew that the little blonde was sitting there with her daddy's cum swimming about inside her... "Yeah, I'm fine with it. Somebody needs to be there to make sure our daughter is safe." His words stunned Alexis quiet. But then... mom couldn't know that their version of 'safe' was daddy filling her eighteen-year-old pussy with potent sperm and full awareness of the risk. He only glanced at her a second to assert his meaning, but Alexis caught it, and the warmth he'd deposited within her seemed to return. "The good news is, daddy, we'll have multiple days off to explore together." She looked directly at him, but it seemed his clever little daughter was as good at this as he was. "And maybe get up to some trouble?" Scott continued the banter in front of his unsuspecting wife and son. "I don't like the sound of that at all," his wife stated, but he knew she couldn't possibly understand all the trouble he was imagining was with Alexis. "I do," said Alexis, her words spoken only for her father.

Authors/ken/GlamourandTemptation.txt

Ken

Aunt Raven: The Story Of Jenny Ch. 02

'Jen!' Carl said, giving his sister a little shake to break her from daydreaming. 'Are you okay?' he asked, sitting down next to her. Jen snapped from her thoughts of the past and looked up at Carl. 'I'm fine. I was just thinking,' she said, forcing a smile. 'It looked like you were a million miles away,' he laughed as a dazed look covered her aging face. 'What were you thinking about?' Carl asked with a smile, wondering what she'd been thinking about. She just smiled, knowing her next words to Carl were something they had agreed not to talk about again. 'When Mom died,' she whispered, and had to smile at him. 'I haven't forgotten,' Jen said, giving him a sly look. 'I thought we weren't going to bring that up?' Carl said, hoping nobody would come into the room until they finished talking. 'Fuck it!' she smiled, thinking of all the things they'd done together and how hard she'd just slapped her son for fucking Raven. 'I just lost my son for the same thing we did,' she said as tears began to run from her eyes and down her face. 'I know,' he replied, caressing her back. 'You really need to apologize. Tim is a good kid and...' Carl added, thinking of how beautiful Raven was. 'I would have done the very same thing if I was in his shoes,' he said with a smile, thinking of the things that he and Jen did as kids. 'We did the same thing.' She just gave him a little slap on his leg and smiled. 'Yes, we did,' she smiled at Carl, remembering how big and hard he always got for her. 'Does your wife suck you as good as I used to?' she asked with a smile, sliding her hand up his leg until she felt him growing under her hand. 'What do you think?' Carl replied, remembering just how wonderful Jenny always sucked him. 'I don't think I'll ever get it as good as you did,' he smiled, running his hand up under her skirt, wondering if his sister would be interested in reliving the past. 'Silly man! How dare you touch me like that,' she laughed as a forgotten fire started building between her legs. 'I never found a man that was ever your size, and it really sucked,' Jenny said, thinking of how his big, thick cock was and how great it felt. 'Does she like it?' she asked, wondering if Carl's wife loved his cock as much as she did. 'I can't fuck her the way your nasty ass liked it, but I learned to live with it,' he replied, thinking how Jenny always loved him fucking her as hard and as deep as he could. 'Poor, little baby,' she teased in a motherly voice, thinking of how hard Carl would cum for her. 'I bet it really missed me,' Jenny giggled as she squeezed his cock as hard as she could. 'Missed?' he laughed, hoping nobody heard him. 'When you went to college and I joined the Marines, I thought that I was going to die!' Carl said, thinking of how badly he'd missed Jenny and all the worthless women he'd been with, hoping that just one would be as half as good as Jenny. Jenny couldn't help but laughing at Carl. 'I know. It was a total bitch!' she said, thinking of all the guys that she'd gone through, hoping she'd find one with a cock as big as his or Daddy's, but she never did and settled for her husband. 'I know who I'll be thinking of the next time she lets me fuck her,' Carl smiled, hoping his wife would be in the mood to fuck later that night. If so, he'd be thinking of Jenny. Jenny smiled bigger than ever as Carl's words filled her ears, wishing that she'd be under him instead of his cold wife. 'And, who might that be?' she asked, knowing who, but Jenny wanted to tease her brother. 'You're still nothing but a cock teaser,' he smiled, moving his hand up her thigh to her pussy. 'Damn! Is someone getting horny?' Carl whispered as his fingers slowly slid over her panties and were quickly covered with her warm juices. 'What do you think, fucker?' Jenny moaned, spreading her legs, wishing that they were alone. 'I wish we could go back to that summer so bad,' she moaned again and was so glad that Raven threw up all over herself and Tim or she and Carl would never be having this wonderful conversation. 'It would be fun,' he smiled as his fingers ran the length of Jenny's excited pussy, enjoying her soft moaning and the feel of touching her again after so many years. 'How many times do you think we did it?' Carl asked as he tried to remember, but they fucked each other like two little rabbits and there was no way to count. 'Who knows,' she laughed as visions of a few places they fucked drifted into her mind. 'I loved doing it down by the river the best,' she smiled, having a good idea that's where Tim and Raven did it. 'Do you think Daddy was a good man?' Jenny asked Carl, wondering what he thought of their father and if he had any clue of what happened between them. 'Yes! Why did you ask something so dumb?' Carl asked, pulling his hand from under Jenny's skirt. 'I know something happened with you two, but I was never sure what. One day you're at home and the next day you're going to college,' he added, remembering how bad it hurt when Jenny left home. 'Did he fuck you too?' Carl asked, wondering what her answer would be or if she would even tell him. She just laughed as she gave him a loving caress on his back. 'That's a long story, brother,' she laughed again as her mind slipped back to that summer so very long ago.'I need to fuck my baby girl,' he moaned again, thinking of being deep in her tight virgin pussy, giving her the satisfaction she craved. 'Yes, you do.' Jenny smiled, wishing they were at home. 'Will you please do it tonight?' she begged him with need as waves of lust covered her young body, giving Jenny the feeling she was close to coming. 'I could cum so easy,' she whispered as Daddy kept pushing his stiff cock against her eager pussy. It needed Daddy's big, hard cock to stop that awful burning that haunted her day and night. 'I want you to tell Patti you're sorry for being so rude, and tonight,' he grabbed her tight ass, shoved her to his rock-hard cock. 'I'm fucking you!' he growled in her ear, enjoying a low moan of lust coming from someplace deep inside her. 'Oh yes! I need it so bad, Daddy,' she whimpered, thinking of him on her, with his big, hard cock rammed up her tight pussy, making her his new wife, his bitch or anything that Daddy wanted her to be. 'You're going to get it,' he laughed, feeling his cock harder than it had been in years, and it was all for Jenny, his daughter. 'I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll beg me to stop,' he moaned, squeezing her ass, leaning to bite her neck and wished they were at home. 'Never!' she moaned, as his hands held her ass and his teeth sank into her neck. 'Will you do it just like this?' Jenny moaned, thinking of him holding her this very same way, but his long cock deep in her pussy. 'I want it hard! Just like you'd fuck a whore!' she moaned, trying to push her hips to his hips. 'I'll do anything you want, and I'm making you my little bitch,' he smiled, thinking of Jenny being his little sex slave to fuck anytime he wanted or needed. 'Oh yes! You can fuck me whenever you want!' she moaned as that fire in her tiny pussy was totally out of control, and if they didn't stop soon, she'd be coming in her jeans. 'I need to stop, Daddy. I'm so close,' she whispered, hoping she wouldn't cum; she wanted to hold it in for Daddy. He slowly pulled from her and smiled. 'We'll finish this tonight,' he said, fixing his shirt and hoped nobody would notice his cock. 'Let's go, and remember what I said. You better tell Patti that you're sorry!' he added, pointing to her face and wouldn't hesitate to slap her sexy, little ass if she didn't. *. 'Hey Dad. Can me and Becky stay the night with Aunt Cindy? I haven't seen Bobby in two months and Becky wants to see Anna.' Carl asked, hoping that Dad would let them go to see them. He needed a break from all the things going on. John knew the answer without even thinking. He had plans with a very hot young girl that was sitting right beside him. 'I don't see why not. It'll do you two good to get away for a night,' he smiled to Carl and Becky, and he knew he had to tease Jenny. 'Do you want to go with them?' he asked Jenny, holding in a laugh, and he felt a hard pinch on his side. 'No,' she replied with a fake yawn. 'I need my bed tonight. I'm so tired,' Jenny added, giving him a look that could kill. She knew that he was teasing, but she didn't think it was funny. She needed him to make her a woman and claim her as his. 'I know what you mean. I can't wait to get a hot shower and get in bed,' he said, sliding his hand around her back, gently caressing her ass. Becky just sat looking out the side window, trying her best to understand all that was happening. Her Mommy was going up to heaven to be with Jesus. 'Daddy, how come Mommy has to die?' Becky asked, with tears running down her pretty, little face. John's heart sank when her words filled his ears. He turned to see her crying and quickly pulled to the side of the road. 'Come here, baby,' he said, and Becky jumped into his arms. 'Don't, baby. Mommy will be fine, and trust me. She'll always be watching over us and making sure that we're okay,' he said, caressing her back. 'I'm going to miss her so much, Daddy,' Becky cried harder, thinking of losing her Mom. John couldn't hold back, and he cried with her. 'We're all going to miss her. She's a very, very special lady,' he said, thinking of life without Claire. They'd been married so long, and now he'd be alone. Sure he'd be free to try and find a good woman, but deep down John knew he'd never find anyone like her. 'Who'll take care of us?' Becky asked, looking to her Daddy. She knew he was fun to play with and lots of other things, but there was no way he could do all the things Mom did. 'Well, we can find us a housekeeper or maybe one of those nannies, like in that movie we saw last month,' he said, hoping to try and comfort Becky and let her know that everything would be fine after Claire was gone. 'I love you, Daddy,' Becky smiled, grabbing him and hugging as tight as she could, knowing that Daddy would do his best, and she didn't have a thing to worry about. 'Okay, I'm fine now,' she smiled and curled up on his lap. John couldn't help but laugh and continued driving towards their aunt's house. Cindy was Claire's younger sister and loved the kids coming over to her home. In fact, she and Claire wondered if it would be best if Cindy took Becky after Claire died. John didn't have time, Carl would be in school, and Jenny wasn't the housekeeper type. John pulled up to Cindy's large house, which he bought for her when her husband left, and looked at Carl. 'If anything happens...I'll come and get you two,' he said in a solemn voice, hoping it wouldn't happen on the night he chose to screw his daughter. 'Okay, Dad,' Carl replied, and was so glad they had a Dad like him. He kept a cool head through all of Mom's suffering and never once showed how much this was hurting him. Carl knew how much they loved each other and hoped that Dad wasn't holding too much inside. About that time, Cindy and her kids came outside. 'Well, hey there,' she smiled, walking around the trunk to John. 'How's my favorite brother-in-law doing?' Cindy asked, gently caressing John's massive arm, trying to hide her feelings towards him. She loved him very much, but he didn't need to know, and he was married to her sister. 'I'm doing good. We needed a little break, and those two wanted to come spend the night with you,' John smiled, enjoying Cindy's loving touch, like he had for years. She always had an extra smile, a soft touch, and John knew why, but he loved Claire and it never went any farther. She just smiled and had a wonderful idea. 'Why don't all of you stay? It'll give us a chance to talk,' Cindy said, hoping so much that John would take her up on the offer. 'I'm making a nice chicken dinner, with all the fixings, and in the morning, I'll treat you to a good, hot breakfast before you go back,' she added, smiling bigger, making sure to bat her eyes at him. She knew John loved her cooking, and her chicken was his favorite. John felt his stomach growling and Jenny pinching his side, but he did need to talk with Cindy, plus, he was starving. 'You got a deal!' he replied, and Jenny came close to ripping out one of his ribs, but she could wait. 'Great!' Cindy said with excitement, thinking of her house being filled with kids and a man under her roof for the first time in seven long years. 'Well, let's get inside, I'm sure my chicken is about to burn, and we don't want that happening,' she laughed as the kids took off running into the house, but she noticed Jenny didn't look very happy. 'What's wrong, baby?' she asked, looking to Jenny. 'We needed to talk about a few things. You go on in, and we'll be there in just a few minutes,' John said, knowing Jenny was fuming. 'I'll put on a pot of coffee for you,' Cindy replied as she turned and went in the house. 'I wonder if Jenny is trying to do something bad with her Daddy,' Cindy thought as she tended to her chicken and made John a big pot of coffee. She knew that Claire hadn't been able to have sex in a long time, and as far as Cindy knew, he remained faithful to Claire. Tears ran down Jenny's face as she looked to John. 'Why are we doing this? You said that tonight you'd take me,' she said, feeling like her heart had been torn in two. Tonight was theirs, and Daddy ruined it. She needed him and his wonderful love. 'I know, and I'm sorry,' he said, hugging her as tight as he could, hoping to comfort her, but John knew it was going to take more than just a hug. 'I need you too, but I also need to be with Becky, Carl, and Cindy had nobody, honey. She's all alone, trying to deal with her last family member dying,' he added, rocking her in his arms, trying to explain this to her. 'She's all alone, other than us, baby. All her family is gone,' he whispered, hugging Jenny as her tears rolled down his big arm. Jenny knew he was right, but she was hurting so bad. Her insides were killing her, and she knew that only one thing would make it better, her Daddy's big cock. 'I guess I'll take a good, hot bath and masturbate, maybe that'll help,' she smiled, reaching for his cock. 'Can I suck for a couple of minutes? Please,' Jenny asked, putting out her lip, hoping he'd let her get a little pleasure, and she'd make sure Daddy got some too. 'Just a few minutes, Cindy will be wondering what we're doing out here,' he laughed, watching her unzipping his pants as fast as she could. 'Oh shit!' John growled when Jenny swallowed him to the root and started with all of her might. 'Oh, baby!' he moaned, wondering if staying with Cindy had been a terrible mistake. He could be at home, fucking this beautiful, young girl to death, but now he'd just be left with a hard, swollen cock. Jenny sucked him hard and didn't care if he came or not. She wanted him to know just what he'd missed out on, and now, he would suffer the rest of the night. 'I'll teach you,' she thought, sucking him deep, to the back of her mouth and into her silky throat.'You could have had it all,' she thought, relaxing her throat, easing his stiff cock down it, enjoying him squirming under her. 'You're an evil little girl!' John laughed, knowing what Jenny was doing to him, but he wanted to be with Cindy and try to help her through her sisters' death. 'Everything you do to me, I'll get you back later,' he laughed again, feeling her giggling. She slowly eased from him and replied, 'I'm not evil,' she smiled, giving his cock one last kiss before she sat up. 'I just wanted you to know what you missed and are going to get later,' she whispered, giving him a hug. Jenny was going to get him, but she didn't know when and hoped that she wouldn't be too old to enjoy it. 'Trust me, I know what I missed. We'll do it, I just don't know when,' he said, caressing her beautiful face, hoping that he could go through with it. She was his baby. 'I hope it's before I die!' Jenny laughed, hugging him tighter and couldn't wait to get a hot bath. 'Okay, I'm done. Let's get in before people start talking about us!' she giggled and jumped from his truck. After dinner, Cindy and John sat at the table talking. 'Is that pretty daughter of yours trying to get nasty with her handsome Daddy?' Cindy asked with a big smile, wishing that her Dad had looked half as good as John did. 'How did you know?' he asked, looking into Cindy's soft blue eyes, enjoying her loving smile, wondering why she never remarried. She was a beautiful woman with light brown hair cut at her shoulders, the face of an angel and a body that was out of this world. He guessed that her breasts were a nice C cup, her waist was very, very thin and her ass, maybe a small 36 inches. 'That girl is heat and it's for you. Anyone with a set of eyes and a brain could see it,' she replied, wondering if they'd been together. 'Did you get any of that hot ass yet?' Cindy asked with a wink, imagining him being her Daddy. 'No, but it's just a matter of time. That girl is trying to kill me,' he laughed, seeing a look on Cindy's face that he'd never seen before. She looked like she was about to rape him too. 'I can't blame her one bit.' Cindy replied, feeling like she'd wet herself. 'If you were my Dad,' she paused to take a sip of her coffee. 'I'd wanna fuck you too,' she whispered with lust, hoping John might want to be with her someday. Claire always teased them about flirting so much, but she knew they only played. 'Oh Lord!' John thought to himself. 'I got another girl wanting me,' he added, knowing deep down that Cindy always liked him. 'It's bad enough how horny she has me, don't you add to the fire,' he said in a low voice, looking straight into her beautiful blue eyes, trying to picture looking at them as he made love to her. 'I wouldn't just add to it,' she smiled, returning his look, trying to think of John on her, giving her lonely pussy a deep fuck. 'I'd pour gas on it,' she smiled again, enjoying the look of pain on his poor face. 'You're going to be a hot item when this is over.' Cindy said, wondering if he'd remain single or hook up with another woman. 'I am now,' he quickly replied. 'I have Jenny, Patti and I'm starting to wonder about my sister-in-law!' John laughed, but Cindy didn't. She just sat, looking at him, biting her lower lip and he knew. 'I've been crazy about you since the first second Claire brought you to our house,' she smiled, feeling her face turning red and her heart beating out of control. 'But, I kept it to myself. I do admit that I've masturbated quite a few times thinking about you.' Cindy added, knowing her pale face had to have looked like a tomato by now. John felt his cock filling with blood as he heard Cindy's words. 'Was it good?' he asked, and couldn't believe there was any way her face could get redder, but it did. 'Keep it up, Mister! You think Jenny turns you on? I'll go change into my white jeans and shirt you like so much.' Cindy said, remembering all the times she'd worn the outfit and how John's eyes were always on her or her tiny ass. He just looked at her and wished the kids were all in bed. 'Why don't you run the kids to bed, change and I'll make us something a little better to drink,' he said, hoping this wasn't out of line or stupid. His wife wasn't dead and here he was, thinking about fucking her baby sister. She just looked at him and wasn't sure of what to do. Claire knew that Cindy and John were very close and hinted that it would be cute if they got together after she was gone. 'You talk about me heating things up,' she said, trying to figure all this out. She wanted John in the worst way and remembered the day that Claire told her it was okay to go after him. 'She told me to get you late, last year, but I couldn't. She told me she didn't mind and that you needed someone to...you know,' she giggled, knowing her face was red again. John felt like screaming. If there'd been anyone in the world he'd been willing to be unfaithful with, it would have been Cindy. 'I should put you over my knee,' he said, feeling his cock getting so hard it hurt. 'When she told me to go find someone,' he paused to reach for her hand and smiled. 'You were the one I thought of.' John laughed, remembering all the times Cindy made him hard in the last two years and how wonderful it would have been. 'Oh shit!' Cindy moaned, thinking of all the times she'd pleasured herself and could have had the real thing. 'Well, that just plain ol' sucks, don't it,' she laughed and couldn't wait to rush the kids off to bed. She'd wanted this for a very long time and it was about to happen. 'You should tuck Jenny in bed first and see what happens. I think it would be cute if you did,' she smiled, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. 'I remember the first time my Daddy took me and I'll never forget the love we shared,' she smiled in a low, seductive voice as she caressed his hand. 'I'll be here when you're finished!' Cindy winked, knowing that her young niece was in for a wonderful time. 'I'll even help her get ready,' she smiled, stood up and rushed to find Jenny. 'Holy shit!' he thought, drinking his coffee. 'I would have thought Jake would do something like that,' he laughed to himself, thinking of the old man doing it with Cindy. 'You never know,' he said, lighting a cigarette, hoping he could make his daughter happy. Cindy found Jenny sitting in the spare bedroom looking sad and depressed. 'I got some news for you!' she said, sitting on the floor next to her. 'I got a little secret you will enjoy.' Cindy smiled, holding Jenny close. 'I did it with my Daddy too,' she smiled more, feeling her face turning red. 'I was talking to your Daddy and I told him that I knew what was going on,' she added and couldn't wait to tell Jenny the rest. 'I told him that he should take you and fuck your cute, little ass off!' she said and laughed at the shocked look on Jenny's face. 'Are you kidding?' Jenny asked as a flood of excitement rushed over her. 'We've come close a few times, but something always messes us up,' she added with pain in her soft voice. 'Well,' Cindy smiled, hugging Jenny and handed her something to wear. 'You try those on. Your Daddy just loves white and with this being your first time,' she said, thinking of her first time with her Daddy. 'It'll be just like it was your honeymoon.' Cindy said, hoping he'd hurry, because she wanted that big ol' cock of his too. Claire told her about it and all the pleasures it gave her, and Cindy wanted to feel it for herself. 'Thank you!' Jenny said, grabbing Cindy, hugging her with all of her might. 'I'm going to hurry,' she said, standing up, started stripping off her clothes and couldn't wait. She smiled at Cindy, trying to imagine Cindy fucking her Daddy. Jenny didn't remember much about him, but she did remember he was a very sweet man. 'What's it like? I love Daddy more than anything. Will this make it better?' she asked, slipping off her panties and was completely nude, with Cindy looking over her body. 'It did for me. That's why my husband left me. He came home early from his drinking and playing pool. He caught us fucking in the middle of the living room like two little dogs!' Cindy laughed as that day filled her mind. 'He about shit in his pants,' she laughed more as the look on his ugly face filled her mind. 'I told him if he'd fucked me, I wouldn't have had to fuck my Daddy!' Cindy laughed more, hoping none of the kids heard them talking. 'I didn't tell him that I'd been fucking Daddy since I turned eighteen." 'Cool!' Jenny said, wiggling her ass as she pulled up the tiny pair of white panties. 'Oh wow!' she said, looking down to see. 'You can see right through them!' she gasped, running a finger up the center of her young, excited pussy. 'He's going to shit,' she moaned, thinking of Daddy seeing her. 'He'll faint!' Cindy whispered and couldn't resist touching her sexy, little niece. 'Nice!' she whispered, running her small hand over Jenny's virgin pussy, enjoying the heat coming from her and a smile that Cindy loved. 'Did you like that?' Cindy asked with a whisper and couldn't help but touching her more. Jenny was in shock that her aunt was touching her, but in a strange way, it felt so good. 'Yes,' Jenny moaned as Cindy's loving fingers slid over her pussy, sending the strangest feeling running through her body. 'Your Daddy should have taken this a long, long time ago,' she paused to give Jenny's clit a tiny squeeze before going on. 'I know I would have,' she whispered again, giving Jenny a long and very deep kiss. Jenny just stood, enjoying Cindy, her hands and now a kiss to remember the rest of her life. 'Wow!' she moaned as her beautiful aunt pulled from her. 'Maybe next time I ask if you'd like to spend the night,' she paused to wink and give Jenny's warm pussy another soft caress.'You'll do it.' Cindy smiled and left the room. 'Wow!' Jenny said, flopping back on the bed and thinking of her aunt's warm hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy. 'Aunt Cindy is a wild one!' she giggled, remembering her mom talking about how crazy Cindy was before she got married, but Jenny never gave it much thought, until now. 'Damn, that felt good,' she moaned, wondering what would happen if she stayed the night with Cindy. 'I wonder if she'd do me,' Jenny giggled, thinking of the two girls in school that were lovers. 'She's all ready and willing!' Cindy smiled, walking behind John and couldn't resist hugging him. 'You remember to save some strength for me,' she whispered in his ear as her hands slid down the front of him and to the cock Claire told her about. 'Oh my! You be easy on that little girl. You can save the rough stuff for me,' she moaned, giving it a hard squeeze, thinking of something so big and long up her lonely, little pussy. John closed his eyes, savoring Cindy's loving hands touching him after so many years of being around her. 'You feel so good!' he moaned, thinking of being inside his very beautiful and sexy sister-in-law. 'I want you to wear me fucking out!' Cindy growled as she sank her teeth into his neck. 'And, I want it hard!' she growled again, knowing that he needed to go get Jenny. 'Go love your daughter and then,' she purred in his ear, 'come and fuck your new whore!' she moaned, rubbing herself, wishing it was right now, on the table with his long, hard cock rammed deep in her pussy hole. 'You bitches are going to kill me!' John laughed as he stood up, grabbed Cindy in his arms, gave her a firm slap on her ass and left the room. 'Damn, I never thought I'd have too many girls after me!' he laughed, walking to Jenny's room. *. Jenny was lying on the bed in the pair of small, white panties, her heart racing out of control, knowing that he'd be there any second. 'I hope I make him happy,' she whispered, thinking of Daddy's massive cock and if she could take him. 'I have to. If I don't, that bitch Patti or Aunt Cindy will,' she said, thinking of him and Cindy flirting with each other the entire night. Then, she heard his light tap on the door and he walked in. His eyes looking over her supple body, from her face, down to her breasts, until he smiled. 'Nice!' he whispered, enjoying the small panties on her hips, knowing that they would be lying on the floor in just a few minutes. She just lay on the bed, her heart racing faster. 'Daddy, I'm scared,' she whispered, putting out her lip, and Jenny knew she couldn't back out now. She'd wanted this and here he was. 'You'll be ok,' he said, slipping his shirt off, tossing it on the floor and starting to pull off his jeans. 'Just relax and I'll take care of you,' he added, stepping from the jeans, watching a shocked and frightened look on Jenny's face. 'He's ready for this,' John smiled, walking towards Jenny, hoping she wasn't going to back out now, but if she did, Cindy was downstairs waiting for him. Jenny couldn't believe just how hard Daddy was. She thought he was hard when they played on the front porch, but that was nothing compared to this. Daddy's cock was so hard and full of blood; it curved up, ready to take her. He moved to the bed, pointing his cock to her warm, panting mouth. 'Suck it for Daddy,' he said, pushing the head to her mouth and wanting her to suck him. He stood, watching her just lying there, not moving or anything. 'Come on, baby,' he smiled, caressing the side of her face, hoping she wasn't going to back out. 'I'm so scared,' she whimpered as tears poured down her face, and Daddy was quickly lying with her, hugging her nice and tight. 'It's so big,' she cried, hoping that she could calm down. Jenny wanted this so badly, and she knew if she backed out now, it was surely the last time he'd mess with her. 'I'm not going to hurt you, baby,' he smiled, moving as close to her as he could get. 'I've loved a lot of women with this thing, and only one or two didn't like it,' he smiled, easing the massive piece of meat between her legs, making sure it was against Jenny's hot, virgin pussy. 'You're nice and wet,' he whispered, caressing her right breast with one hand, while the other slowly moved between her legs. 'Oh Daddy,' she moaned at his soft, loving touch, enjoying the feelings he always gave her. 'I want you in me so, so bad,' she whimpered, knowing it wasn't going to be very long until her dreams came true. John carefully rolled Jenny on her back and moved over her. 'You're so pretty,' he smiled, giving his young, virgin daughter one last innocent kiss. 'Are you ready?' he whispered as he moved to the soft flesh of her neck, gently kissing, sucking, slowly positioning his stiff cock, and he bit her. 'Oh Daddy!' Jenny cried as his sharp teeth sank into her neck, and it happened. 'Daddy!' she cried again as his massive cock tore through her innocence and made her a woman. 'It hurts! Oh Daddy, it hurts!' Jenny moaned, hoping this would hurry and end. How could she have ever thought that she wanted him inside her? He was too big, and it felt as if she was being split in two pieces. John bit her and shoved forward, taking Jenny's most special thing, and it felt good. He held her still, enjoying her tight pussy and muscles squeezing him so tightly. 'Easy,' he whispered as her body spasmed around him. 'Easy,' he whispered again as he kissed her as a woman. 'It'll stop in a few minutes,' he smiled, caressing her pain-filled face, and now he could wait to fuck her. 'Daddy's little girl is a woman now,' John smiled, kissing the tip of her perfect little nose, like he had hundreds of times before, but now he did it as he filled her pussy. She smiled up to him, enjoying his soothing voice, the same voice that comforted her as a child, now did it as a woman. 'I love you, Daddy,' she smiled, and something wonderful started happening. The pain was fading away, and the burning that haunted her was coming back, deep in her pussy. 'We're together, Daddy. You're inside me just like I've been dreaming for so long,' Jenny said with a smile as the burning grew more. 'And,' John said, kissing her, 'the best is still to come,' he added, knowing she was ready. He needed to give this hot woman a good, long fuck. 'I'm going to fuck my baby girl now,' he moaned, feeling a warm rush of excitement covering him. 'Oh yes!' Jenny moaned, arching her back. 'Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my hot pussy, make it all better,' she begged him, knowing her Daddy was going to make all the suffering go away. John slowly moved back and forth, enjoying her pussy squeezing him and her soft moans of pleasure. 'Daddy's big girl,' he whispered as his cock slid in and out of her tiny hole. 'You feel so fucking good!' John moaned, hoping that he had something left for the woman downstairs that also wanted him. 'I'll always be yours,' Jenny whimpered, enjoying his girth stretching her once, virgin so wide, but it was such an amazing feeling, she didn't want it to end. 'Go, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck your girl!' she cried as his pace quickened. 'My wonderful Daddy!' Jenny moaned as the sounds of a man loving his woman filled her ears. It was a sound that she wanted to hear again and again. 'Oh yes! Oh Daddy!' she cried, squirming under him, wishing that she was more adept in the art of loving a man, but Jenny was very, very sure he would come to her more. 'I'm going to fuck you every chance we have,' he moaned, pumping her tiny pussy with long and very deep thrusts, hoping he didn't hurt Jenny, but he needed to cum. She'd been driving him nuts since she started developing. Her full breasts, her slender waist, the ass John loved to watch and her seductive hips, but all the wanting was over, she was his. 'Ahh yes! I want you all the time!' Jenny moaned, lifting her hips to his incoming cock, giving them both more breathtaking sensations than ever. 'It's so good!' she cried, enjoying the feel of his cock pushing to her core. The same cock that made her twenty years ago, and now, it was Jenny's. 'Fuck me harder!' she grunted, wanting to please him and ensure that he knew where to come for love. 'Fuck me, Daddy!' Jenny cried, not caring if anyone heard or not. John couldn't believe that Jenny was taking him this easily and was begging for him to do it harder. 'I want you on your knees,' he said, carefully easing from her stretched and bleeding pussy. 'I love fucking from behind, and I'll get to see,' he paused, watching his daughter turn, get on her knees and move her lovely ass to him, 'this!' he moaned as he caressed the beautiful ass he loved watching so much. 'Anything for my Daddy,' she whispered as he slid back into her pussy, and it was great. 'Oh Daddy! It feels so good!' Jenny moaned as he pushed deeper, lifting her from the bed with his swollen cock. 'Fuck me! Fuck me like a whore! I'm Daddy's whore!' Jenny cried as John did as she asked, fucking her as hard and as deep as he could. 'My God!' he moaned, fucking his once innocent daughter just as if she were a common whore off the street, and she loved it. 'I'm going to be in this every chance I have,' John said, looking down to watch his stiff cock sliding in and out of her body. 'It looks so good seeing it in you,' he said as he continued watching his stiff cock taking Jenny. 'I'm all yours. Do anything you want to me,' she moaned, wishing that she could see his face and the pleasure on it. 'Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my pussy!' Jenny moaned, laying her upper body on the bed, leaving her ass high in the air for Daddy to fuck her anyway that he wanted. John held her hips, fucking her with long and very deep thrusts, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer. 'I'm going to fill you with so much cum,' he moaned, and something came to mind.He didn't have any protection and knew Jenny wasn't on the pill. 'Oh fuck!' he thought, wondering if it would matter as he continued. He had heard stories of fathers fucking daughters and having very deformed babies, but they were having way too much fun to stop. 'Oh yes! Do it!' Jenny growled, thinking of Daddy shooting his warm cum up her pussy and just how great it was going to feel. 'Cum in me!' she begged, moving back and forth with his deep thrusts in her. 'Cum up my pussy! Fill it full, Daddy!' Jenny cried, wondering how it was going to feel having the same cum that made her filling her pussy. 'You're so nasty,' he laughed, pushing into her, knowing she was going to be so fun. All those lonely nights were over. From now on, he'd be with Jenny. 'Oh baby,' he whispered, holding her tighter, pushing deeper, and it happened. 'Oh fuck! Baby!' John moaned out as his big cock released, squirting cum deep into his daughter's body and committing the worst sin ever. It was bad enough that he was fucking his own flesh and blood, now he was cumming in her too. 'Yes Daddy!' Jenny squealed as his hot seeds shot into her, and it couldn't have felt better. Her Daddy was now her lover. 'Daddy, I'm cumming too!' she cried as her pussy clamped down on him and she came hard. Jenny's body shook, her heart pumped like never before, and it felt like fire was racing through her veins. 'Oh Daddy,' she moaned, collapsing on the bed with his long, hard cock still deep in her. 'That was crazy!' she giggled, hoping it would be that good every single time.

Chapter 2

Authors/ken/Aunt Raven The Story Of Jenny Ch. 02.txt

jessicablank

Milk and Cookies

'Twas the night before Christmas, and in MzDominica's house, Santa crouched next to the Christmas tree, pulling packages out of his sack. The ornaments and lights on the tree twinkled and shimmered, even though no one else was in the room to appreciate them. Suddenly, from somewhere in the tree, a light mist, like an air freshener, sprayed into his face. Santa's thoughts went blank for a moment, and he did not realize that MzDominica had entered the room and was standing next to him, until she spoke. "Not a mouse that's stirring," she said. Her beautiful voice took on a combination of seduction and command. "Your mind is going blank, now, Santa. Blank. You think of nothing. You hear only my voice." Santa continued to kneel next to the tree, staring at the twinkling ornaments, his mind empty of all thought. MzDominica lowered another twinkling object, dangling from a chain, in front of his face. The facets of the crystal caught glints of light from the tree and reflected them into Santa's eyes, changing the colors. Yellow, green, purple, blue. Glittering and twinkling. So pretty. "That's right, Santa. Gaze deep into the crystal. Look at all the pretty colors. Watch the crystal as it spins around... and around... and around..." For good measure, Dominica drew a vial from a pocket in her robe and held it up to his face. "Breathe in," she whispered, as she sprayed another squirt of mind control mist into his face. No use taking chances -- this was Santa Claus, after all! "Feel the warm relaxation spread through your face. Down your neck. Into your chest. And your arms. Feel your legs relax. And your feet relax. So loose, relaxed, and warm. So quiet. Watch the pretty colors, and let them fill your mind. No thoughts. Only the colors. Yellow, green, purple, blue." Santa's eyes were wide, the pupils large dark pools in the half-lit room. His jaw had fallen open, his mouth a small pink oval in the middle of his white beard. "Good, Santa. Let everything go. Let it all go. Loose... and relaxed." She looked down at Santa, a little surprised he was dressed exactly like one would expect from all the pictures. "Nice boots," she said, "though a bit more serviceable than fashionable." She shifted her stance a little, so her leg was now in Santa's field of vision, covered in a knee-high boot of deep brown leather, which went so well with the salmon-colored night robe she wore. "How do you like my boots?" Dominica moved the crystal toward her leg, and Santa's gaze shifted, blankly, following it. She held the crystal in front of her boot. Time to see if this had worked. "Kiss my boot, slave." Slowly, almost in a drifting motion, Santa twisted around a bit, and bowed his head low to the floor. And kissed MzDominica's boot. First the toe. Then he started a trail upward toward her shin. "Enough, slave," Dominica commanded. "Now, I want you to explain to me. I don't see any packages for me under the tree. Why not? Speak!" Santa's voice seemed to come from someplace far, far away. "You're on the Naughty list," he replied. "How can you say that?" Dominica asked. "When I have brought joy to thousands of my slaves, all over the world!" She leaned downward, bringing her beautiful cleavage close to Santa's face. "Feel my fingers stroking your cock. You don't need me to touch you, for you to feel it. One long stroke, with my long fingernails, stroking from base to tip." Santa's breathing became a little more irregular. "That's right. Base to tip. And again. From base to tip. Along the underside of your cock. So slowly. So teasingly. Up to the head. Then around, and around." Santa continued to gaze at Dominica's breasts. His eyes were drawn to the mermaid tattoo. Then to her cleavage. A silent voice seemed to call him into that long, deep valley between her gorgeous breasts. Down, down, down into darkness. "I wouldn't think of expecting you to drop by without offering you milk and cookies." Dominica stood up, and languidly strode across the room, past the fireplace. Santa followed her with his eyes, unable to move. She stopped by what appeared to be a large easy chair, covered with a blanket. Then she bent down, grabbed one corner of the blanket, and gently pulled it aside. Underneath was a beautiful blonde woman, completely naked, attached to a frame by leather cuffs at her wrists and ankles, and supported by cleverly placed leather straps. She was clearly in a deep trance state, gazing forward into nothing. She was so deeply tranced and still, Santa hadn't noticed she wasn't just another piece of furniture. "This is patti," Dominica said. "My beautiful lesbian hooker." She turned toward Santa, who had just enough awareness to meet her eyes, and said, "And she's your snack, for tonight!" Even deep in trance, patti immediately noticed she could see MzDominica in the room. At the sight of her Mistress, her slow, quiet breathing changed to rapid panting, and her shaved pussy flowered open and started to drip. The nipples on her huge breasts tautened, and began to ooze little drops of milk. "patti," Santa said, tonelessly. "Yes," Dominica replied. "And regardless of what list you have her on, she's been a good girl. A very good girl, for her Mistress. And so I've arranged a special present for her. You're going to lick her... and make her cum!" "Good girl," Santa repeated. "Yes, patti is a good girl." "Glad we agree," Dominica said. "Now, Santa, crawl over here, and give patti her Christmas present." Santa crawled, a little more quickly now, toward the bound slave, approaching directly between her legs. Dominica watched, and just as he got within a few inches of patti's smooth hairless pussy, she said, "Wait!" Santa halted, unable to disobey. Somewhere, way at the back of his mind, he could still wonder why. "First the milk," Dominica said. "THEN the cookies." She ran a finger along Santa's face, from the temple down into his beard, twirling it a bit. "Crawl over to her breasts. And drink." Santa backed away from between patti's gorgeous spread legs, and crawled next to the frame on her left. Her breasts seemed so huge and firm, filled as they were with milk. Santa leaned forward, took a nipple into his mouth, and began to suck. "That's right," Dominica encouraged. "Suck it. Drink the milk." She knew that the mind control hormones filling patti's body would only serve to take Santa deeper into hypnotic slavery, the more he drank. "Drink it all!" patti moaned as her nipple was sucked, her breast was emptied. She had been so full, the relief of pressure was so nice. She began to wiggle her hips a little, aching to be fucked, licked, whipped, anything. "Now the other breast," Dominica commanded. "Crawl around to the other side. Drink your milk, slaveboy." Santa's mind was becoming even emptier. His cock felt like a wooden pole, a sharp sword, a baseball bat -- something long, hard, and needing to DO something, touch something, plunge into something, rub on something. He couldn't think. He could only obey, crawl around the frame to patti's right side, and take her other nipple in his mouth. As he sucked, his thoughts seemed to drift farther away. All he wanted to do was suck, lick, obey, obey, obey. patti's hips began to gyrate like she had a vibrator in her cunt. Of course, she THOUGHT she did, having been commanded by MzDominica to believe she was filled, 24/7, with vibrating eggs. Just on the edge of orgasm, all the time. Ready, ready, ready. The sucking on her nipple felt so good. So deep in trance, she didn't know who or what was sucking her, but Santa's beard tickled the skin over her ribs, and only made her more aroused. Unable to form words, patti continued to pant and moan, only able to react and obey. "Good, Santa," Dominica whispered. "Now, I think she's ready. Crawl around, back to between her legs. Time to enjoy patti's cookies!" Santa crouched low on the floor, turning around, crawling mindlessly along the right side of the frame, down, and back up between the slave's legs. patti's naked cunt was pulsing... pulsing... pulsing... trained to pulse exactly in time with the light from MzDominica's crystal. Aching to be sucked, licked, stroked, whipped, spanked -- anything, anything, anything, please, please, please! At the touch of Santa's tongue, patti squealed! She wiggled her hips, and sank down into her bondage, trying to get closer in contact with the warm, wet stimulation. Her legs were spread too wide for his beard to tickle the insides of her thighs -- but the gentle, feathery contact with the cheeks of her bottom got her hips pumping even harder. Santa's tongue began a complicated sequence of strokes, swirls, and slurps that surprised MzDominica. Nibbling on the inner labia, then a stroke upward to the clit. Around and around the clit, then starting down the other side, and a sudden jump to nibble at the outer labia. "Hmmm," she thought. "Mrs. Claus must have a better time of things than I thought." Santa's tongue twirled and licked. patti's hips bucked. Closer and closer and closer to orgasm. Needing to cum. Aching to cum.Almost there, almost, just on the edge, wanting it, please, please, please, just a little bit, a little bit, a little bit more! But, of course, patti could not cum -- not without MzDominica's permission. Mistress watched as Santa licked, and patti's gyrations got wilder and wilder, her voice squealed more and more continuously, unable to stop, unable to go on -- perfectly obedient in her training to do only as her Mistress commanded. Dominica smiled, a wry, crooked smile of enjoyment, control, and lust. Ohhhh, yes, lust. Her needs would be attended to later. But right now, time for Her slave's present. She leaned forward, toward patti's right ear, and whispered, "You have My permission, slut. Cum! Cum and cum and cum!" patti's squeals turned into screams as she came, over and over again, in wild, thrashing convulsions, held in control only by the cuffs and straps that would not let her move. Dominica watched as patti's body clenched in waves, starting in the middle of her belly and moving outward in ripples, as her entire body orgasmed, over and over and over again. Santa continued licking as patti continued to cum. After a few minutes, the intensity of her thrashing became gentler, more languid, and Santa's tongue matched her, slowing down, becoming more languid. Dominica watched as a wave of muscle contractions moved visibly from patti's cunt, upward across her belly, wiggling her breasts, twitching her arms, her head moving from side to side as she moaned, happily, mindlessly. Little by little, patti and Santa slowed, together, as patti's orgasms subsided, until Santa's face and tongue were still, and patti lay there, suspended in the harness, a huge smile on her blank, empty face. patti's pussy juices, also laced with Dominica's mind control hormones, soaked into Santa's face and dribbled on the carpet. Mistress made a mental note to have patti suck the carpet clean, tomorrow. "Kneel down, slave. Down here, at My feet." Santa pulled his face away from patti's cunt, crawled over to Dominica's boots. "Down further. Place your face between My toes, and touch your nose to the floor." Blankly, Santa did as he was instructed, unconsciously pumping his hips ever so gently, consumed with lust in his deep, mind-controlled trance. "Now, Santa, I want you to listen carefully," Dominica said. "All the rest of tonight, no matter where you are, no matter what you're doing... Whenever you hear the phrase 'Santa is coming,' or 'Here comes Santa Claus' -- or ANYTHING about Santa and coming... you will cum. You will orgasm. In one brief, little spurt. Every time. You will cum. Every time. You will not remember these commands, or being hypnotized by me -- but you WILL obey these instructions. I want your pants nice and drippy and wet with cum when you return to the North Pole. Do you understand?" Santa had trouble forming the words, but his voice managed to croak out, "Yes, Mistress." "Good," replied Dominica. "Now, about Me being on the Naughty list..." She crouched down, Her mouth close to his ear, and ran a finger down the side of his face. "Wouldn't you agree, your milk and cookies were nice?" "Yes, Mistress," Santa whispered, his eyes still unfocused, his mind empty and obedient. "There's no reason I can't be on BOTH lists, right? Naughty AND Nice?" A faint grin appeared on Santa's lips as that idea took hold. "Yes... Naughty and Nice..." "So, Santa... Let Me tell you what I want for Christmas." Dominica leaned even closer and whispered in Santa's ear. He listened attentively, blank as his mind was, absorbing every detail. Dominica looked intently at Santa's face, memorizing every detail, suppressing a giggle at how straggly his beard looked, still soaked in patti's drippings. Dominica stood up, brushed one hand across Santa's forehead. "You can do that for Me, tonight, right? You're magical, right?" "Yes, Mistress," Santa replied, still kneeling at Dominica's feet. "Very well, My magical slave. Forgetting everything, but obeying all My instructions... When you awaken, you will not notice that I am here. You will finish your visit, and leave, not remembering you were seen by anyone. On the count of three, you will now wake up. One, beginning to regain consciousness. Two, becoming more aware of yourself. And three, wide awake, Santa. Stand up." Santa blinked a moment, not sure how he'd gotten from the Christmas tree over to the middle of the living room. He looked around, somehow missing the fact that MzDominica was standing right next to him. Walking, a little stiffly, back to the tree, he picked up his sack, pulled out a few more packages, and placed them under the tree. His hand brushed against a small lighted ornament depicting Santa in his sleigh, which suddenly started to play a few bars of an old Bing Crosby recording of "Here Comes Santa Claus, Right Down Santa Claus Lane." Santa shivered a little, and felt his cock leap unexpectedly in his pants and spurt. Enjoying the experience, but a bit confused, Santa stood, pulled his sack closed, and started toward the chimney. A beautiful voice seemed to come out of nowhere. "Better keep that wet spot bundled up warm, Santa," it said sweetly. "You wouldn't want to get frostbite." Santa looked around a moment, then turned toward the fireplace again. As he got into the fireplace and began to rise back upward, Santa heard the voice one more time. "Make sure it's red," the voice called out. "And has a full tank of gas!" --- Happy Christmas! And to all, a Good Night!

Authors/jessicablank/Milk_and_Cookies.txt

Lady Joyce Hamilton

First Time Feminised

'You look very feminine, Claire, sexy and every inch a pretty young girl. Have you been cross-dressing all your life?' 'No, Max, the idea never even crossed my mind till a couple of years back. Would you like to hear how it happened?' 'I'd love to.' 'Well, you go and fill those glasses up, and I'll tell you about it.' The pub was getting more crowded now, and while he was at the bar I shifted my chair so it was closer to his and we would be able to talk without being overheard. A guy asked nicely and took the third chair away to another table, which suited me. I took a sip of my white wine and started in. 'I left school at sixteen and took up an engineering apprenticeship at the Aircraft Factory. That was September three years ago. I had been a good footballer at school, and almost immediately was in the works team, which played in the Sunday Leagues. I am very fast and have good ball-control skills, and I was soon a key player with my ability to get behind the defense and cross the ball from the bye-line. Nearly all our goals came from my crosses, and I also took all the corners and free kicks around the penalty area, so I was a popular guy with the rest of the team, especially the strikers, despite being six inches smaller, three stones lighter, and ten years younger than the rest of them. They were all very nice to me and I became almost the team mascot. It was largely down to me that at the end of the season we had won promotion. We always had a few beers after the Sunday match, but to celebrate our Champion status our Captain, Simon Harker, said we should all go out for a meal together the next Friday, chosen so we would not have to worry about getting up for work the next day.' 'I know Simon Harker. Tall, muscular, good-looking guy with wavy dark hair, in Personnel Department.' 'That's the guy. So come the Friday evening it was down to The Golden Lion in Market Square at eight o'clock and a real beery session with the whole team, our Manager, and a couple of guys who had played occasionally. We were a big, noisy, and very boozy crowd. By ten thirty we were all drunk when Simon Harker told us it was time to go to the Taj Mahal where he had reserved a table for fifteen. Looking back I feel sorry for the other diners that evening as along with the curry we had a lot more beer, were very noisy, and getting drunker by the minute. We had finished our meal by midnight, by which time all the pubs were closed: this was before twenty-four hour licensing came in. Simon suggested we all go down to The Criterion, a club where we could get more beer and might even pull a few girls. Most of the crowd had had enough and got cabs to go home, but five of us staggered off to the club. The Bouncer at the door took one look at us, decided we were far too drunk, and would not let us in. There was a bit of argument but then Simon Harker suggested we go back to his flat and have some beers there. He said his wife was away at her mother's so that was no problem. He lived in one of those new flats near St James' so it was only a five minute walk, or stagger.' 'Nice flats those.' 'Yes, and his is a big one on the top floor, views across the town. Anyway, he opened some more bottles for us, but before I even touched mine I had dozed off on the sofa. When I woke up everyone had gone except me and Simon. I was still drunk, and badly wanted a piss. I went to the bathroom, unloaded and washed my face with cold water, feeling better by the time I sat down again on the sofa, still drunk, but ready to drink my bottle now, still on the side table. Simon came and sat beside me. He was well-drunk and as he sprawled there his body touched mine, and stayed there. I scarcely noticed, but thought for a second that most guys would have shifted away a bit so as not to touch. He started a monologue about his troubles. His wife was not at Torquay with her mother as she said, but probably with her lover somewhere in this very town. Her mother had actually phoned him yesterday to ask how she was, so he knew his wife was lying. She had a lover somewhere, the bitch. He seemed close to tears, drunk as he was, and I felt sorry for him despite being embarrassed by his confessions: he was a grown man and me hardly more than a boy, and I still had to listen to all this. He put his hand on my thigh, gripping it, as he told me how he gave her everything she wanted, nice home, good clothes, everything, but it was never enough. Then with his hand still on my thigh, he put his arm round my shoulder and started to pour into my young ear how unsatisfactory their sex life was, how his wife never came and did not really want it, how it was just "missionary position" in-out and off and nothing else, no pussy-sucking and no cock-sucking, and he would not dare even to suggest anal. She was a real sexual prude but he had suspected she was having an affair, and now he was now certain she was. On and on it went. He was nearly weeping into my shoulder, and I could hear the anguish in his voice as he sobbed, his hand gripping my thigh, his arm pulling me close to him. I felt sorry for this big, strong, handsome man who any woman would fancy, I thought, reduced to such a mess. I put my hand over his, on my knee, and squeezed it to show sympathy. He must have interpreted the gesture as meaning something quite different, because before I knew what was happening his lips were on mine in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss. I must have tensed, but to tell the truth I had very little real human contact, human warmth at that time, and the kiss was not at all unpleasant. I had no girlfriend, and had never had one, and certainly no boyfriend so this was my first sexual kiss. I let him put his tongue in my mouth, and he must have hugged me for a couple of minutes, before he stopped. 'Oh Carl, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me.' 'No problem Si, I liked it really.' 'You look so pretty, so feminine even. And your lips looked so kissable I could not help myself. Your lips so full, your body so smooth and feminine in the showers....' His voice died away. I knew I had a pretty body, not very masculine, but certainly pretty. I was slender, still am thank goodness and daily gym...but fit, and with my youthful blonde complexion my body was smooth, tanned, and nearly hairless. I was hairless naturally: I had seen him in the showers too, and he was waxed so his torso was smooth, and he was hairless, belly, back, sack and crack as they say. But nothing feminine about him! 'I want to kiss you again.' This time I reciprocated and slipped my tongue into his mouth while he held me close. We did not touch each other's cocks, though I found myself wondering if his was hard like mine. 'So pretty, so feminine. would you do something for me?' 'What, Simon?' 'Wait there a minute.' I took a swig of beer. I was still drunk, but this was moving in a strange and a bit alarming direction. When he came back it was to drop an armful of lingerie in my lap. 'Put these on for me, Carl. I would so like to see you in them. nothing more, I promise.' He lurched a bit. 'I'll wait in the kitchen, and come in when you're dressed.' I was distinctly nervous taking my shoes and clothes off, and nearly decided not to go ahead with this, but I picked up the lingerie, and it felt good between my fingers, so light and flimsy. I sniffed at it and it smelled slightly of lavender. I decided to go ahead and took my underpants off too. You must forgive me if I do the transvestite thing and describe in detail the things he wanted me to put on: we just can't resist that, and when one tranny meets another the talk is often of clothes! They were not new stockings, but they had no ladders and were long enough to come almost up to my crotch when I pulled them up. I ran my fingers up them and it felt good, looked good too, charcoal black and glossy. I had a bit of a problem with the suspender belt till I realised that I could fasten it at the front, and then slide it round my body so it was the right way round, catch at the back and black satin bow at the front. I fixed the front clips easily, but the back straps were the usual fight. Still are! There was a long mirror at the end of the rather minimally furnished room and I looked at myself. The flimsy black lace looked good I decided, and I posed and could see that my legs had become quite feminine. I slipped the panties up over my hard cock, and worried a bit that drops of precum would spoil them. But these, really just a thong at the back between my bottom cheeks and a little strip of black lace with a nearly transparent black nylon panel at the front, not only looked good they felt good as I stroked my cock through the nylon. I felt my naked arse cheeks and wondered what it would feel like to have nylon over my arse as well as cradling my balls. I soon worked out that the tiny, black lace bra, was best fastened first and then stepped into.It was nice and tight across my nipples, though I had no tits, of course, to fill the small cups. His wife must have been about my build, I thought, and with tiny tits. 'Are you ready, Carl?' 'Yes, Si.' He came in, still fully dressed. I half expected him to be in his underwear or naked or something, and to be honest, I was just a little bit disappointed, though mostly relieved. This was all moving a bit fast for me. 'God! You look lovely.' He was sitting beside me again, and we were kissing even more passionately. He had his hands all over my legs, bottom, and especially my nipples through the fine lace. 'You're so pretty and feminine. Just like a girl.' He kissed me again. 'Oh, Carl, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that, and I shouldn't be doing this. I'm so sorry. I think we must be drunk.' 'Don't worry, Si. Just a bit of harmless fun. No need to apologize.' 'But you do look so...,' he hesitated, 'so sexy....' I knew he was hard, and I was hard too. But neither of us dared do anything about it. He wanted me, and without knowing in quite what way, I wanted him. But nothing happened. He apologized again, and we went to bed, me in the double bed, and him on a divan in the spare room. I was still bladdered, and I just pulled the sheets over my head and went out like a light. I woke up in the morning with a sore head, wanting a piss, wondering where I was and how I came to be wearing lingerie and stockings. It was just gradually coming back to me when Simon came in with a tray and two coffees. He was just wearing tight, pale blue cotton undershorts, hugging his body. He looked so handsome, I thought, tanned and completely waxed hairless, broad shoulders and narrow hips, a lovely smile, and that floppy, wavy, dark hair. 'Jeez! You still look great, Carl, even when I'm sober.' 'Don't feel great.' 'Get this black coffee down you, have a shower, and we'll see how we feel then!' I had my pee and shower. I didn't need to shave back then, once a week was quite enough with my blonde complexion and really undeveloped body: still is really! There was a toothbrush still in its cellophane, so I used that and began to feel quite civilized. I wondered whether to put the stockings and lingerie on again. It was tempting as I had enjoyed the look and feel, but I was still a bit embarrassed and decided not to. So I was naked when I went back into the room. Simon had finished his coffee and was laying propped up on the bed, still in his underpants, but I could see his cock outlined and erect now. I felt mine stirring at the sight of him, so masculine and handsome. Also, he had laid out on the bed wonderful things! I could see a white satin basque with pastel blue trim (same pastel color as his underpants as it happened), white panties, proper satin panties this time, white glossy nylons, fully fashioned, white high-heeled shoes, a blonde shoulder-length wig, and most wonderful of all, a box with a wedding dress half in it and half draped over it. 'Please do this for me, Carl. You'll look wonderful in these. Please!' His voice was almost desperate as he implored me, and I had a brief impression of what it must have cost him to beg me, of how much he really wanted to fulfill this fantasy. I held the dress up against my naked body for a second, looking in the mirror. It would certainly fit! And I quite liked the idea: Simon was an all-round nice guy, and I had certainly enjoyed his embraces the night before, as far as I remembered them through the beer-haze. 'OK.' 'Wonderful! Lovely. I'll wait outside while you dress. The shoes will fit. I've checked, and there's some makeup on her dressing table. I'll wait. Call me when you're ready. I made him wait rather a long time, almost half an hour. The basque was tight, and I found it difficult to fasten, but finally, I managed, and it fitted perfectly. With this one, I really need tits, so I hunted around in his wife's drawers, finding some really lovely sexy lingerie as I did so. I spent a few moments looking, feeling, yes, and pressing the silk to my cheeks and cock. Finally, I crumpled up two pairs of pink satin knickers, one for each breast, and they filled the basque out nicely. The stockings were marvelous, silky and slinky, and with the high-heels on, I felt, and looked, so feminine and sexy as I admired myself in the mirror. My cock was standing as hard as it could ever be, and looked so good along with all that femininity it almost seemed a shame to pull on the white panties, with their blue bow at the front, but I did, of course. I tried to put on the dress, but the zip and catch at the back were beyond me. I took it off again and instead varnished my nails a very bright red. This was easier than I thought it would be, and I reckoned I had made a good job of it. I hardly needed any makeup as my smooth skin is almost feminine, and I was sun-tanned, but I dabbed on a bit of powder and lipsticked my lips to match my scarlet nails. I noticed it was guaranteed "non-smudge". Good as I was beginning to look forward to kissing Simon again. I found it was easier than I expected to walk about naturally on the heels. It was fun too, looking at my ankles and legs in the mirror. She had perfumes on the dressing-table, and I chose one I had heard of and dabbed it behind my ears...and as an afterthought in the crease of my arse. There was just the wig. This was easy too, but it needed brushing a bit to make it shine and fall nicely to my shoulders. There was a paste tiara in the dress box, and I slipped it over the wig: it would help to hold it in place, and looked very bridal I thought. I stepped into the dress again, holding it up to my tits as I looked in the mirror. I was astounded! I was a pretty young girl, hundred percent girlie, and would pass anywhere as a sexy little teenager! I called out to Simon. 'Jeez! You are fantastic!' 'You'll have to zip up my dress for me.' 'Of course!' I felt his lips on the back of my neck, and then the catch and zip closed, the dress tight over my false bosom. 'Feel and smell lovely. And just look in the mirror, Carl.' 'Can't call me Carl dressed like this!' I laughed. I was even beginning to act girlish. 'How about Claire?' It is amazing how cross-dressing changes your character: I was beginning even to sound a bit like a girl: voice too deep of course, but flirtatious and giggly. 'Kiss me, Claire, darling. My little virgin bride.' I had been looking forward to this, and like last night, I melted into his arms, and we stood by the bed kissing. I could not help looking over his shoulder at myself in the mirror, a beautiful bride, but also at his triangular, tanned back and hard little butt in those figure-hugging trunks. I raised my leg between us, and felt him grip it between his thighs. I deliberately tipped us over towards the bed, and we were laying on it, me on my back and Simon half on top of me. He was whispering non-stop, soft love about his bride, his little candy girl, his sweet lover, how feminine and how pretty I was, how he had dreamed of this...all very exciting to me as I stroked and caressed his shoulders and shaven chest. Then greatly daring, I allowed my hand to brush the front of his underpants. He was hard, and I longed to feel it, and finally, I found the courage to grasp his prick through the soft cotton. It felt like steel, and as he groaned his pleasure, without thinking at all, I bent over and closed my mouth on the length of the shaft, still decently inside his pants. I was in a state, heart racing, cock twitching, and still without thinking what I was doing, I had his cock out, long and strong and hairless, and "cut" like mine, with a wonderful strong, flaring knob, and I kissed it, tasting pre-cum for the first time in my young life. I wanted more, and despite all the insults I had heard used of other people, in that instant I became a "cock-sucker", my lips over that firm knob, and the shaft sliding down to meet my palate. I wanted it, lord how I wanted it, and I sucked and rubbed, sucked and rubbed, while he held my head, hands on my blonde wig, guiding my movement. He tried to warn me he was coming, but I would have none of that and made him come in my mouth, filling it with spurt after spurt of slippery hot cum. I found I was trying to murmur "lovely! lovely! lovely!" as my mouth was filled, and I swallowed and swallowed. Now it was his turn, and he had his head right up under the hem of my wedding dress. It must have been dark under that heavy satin and brocade, but his hand had my cock out of my panties, and I felt his mouth warm and wet on my knob, and then the shaft as my cock slid down into his mouth. I was dimly aware of his hands caressing my buttocks and nylon-ed thighs, and then grasping my cock and gently squeezing my balls as he sucked and licked at me. I lay back in ecstasy, and could not help looking in the mirror at us. I could see his cock, and he was still erect! Amazing after the power of his coming. And I felt so feminine, the object of his passion. 'Claire', I thought. 'Claire giving herself to her man on her wedding night.' And with that thought, I came. Like me, he swallowed every drop. Then, laying side-by-side, we were telling each other how good it had been, and he was undoing the clasp and zip on my dress and taking it off me. I lay on my back as he drew my panties down: I must have looked a dream in blonde wig and bridal stockings and basque. I felt him bend my legs back, and then he was applying lube to my arse-crease, sliding a finger into my anus. I wanted this: I wanted to be his, to lose my virginity to this handsome, powerful, demanding male.I knew it would hurt, but in fact I was so relaxed and submissive now, so prepared for the final act of love, that there was almost no discomfort even. His cock slid easily up into me, and I lay there quietly while he fucked me. He had already emptied his balls into my mouth, but he was so hyper-excited that it did not take more than a minute or two, and I was aware he was coming deep inside me. The thought that I was no longer a virgin, that in fact I was no longer completely male, was so strange that I felt myself coming again, and I squirted all over my lovely white basque. We lay there, astounded both of us by what had happened. Life would never be the same again for either of us now. We had tasted the fruits of long-forbidden pleasure, and there was no going back. He wanted me to stay all day Sunday and Sunday night too. I agreed on the understanding I would be dressed as Claire all the time. In the afternoon we went into town, me in borrowed blue jeans, top and flats, my wig and makeup turning me into an attractive girl, perhaps a young wife out with her husband, and I felt so proud to be on the arm of this handsome, confident man. Somehow I was more aware of my own body, and not only my bottom I should add, which was still a bit sore, but which was a constant reminder of what we had dared to do, and the new bond between us. We bought my own lingerie, shoes, and a few dresses, skirts and tops. Yes, and two wigs, one long blonde, and the other shorter auburn, some "sensible" shoes and some unashamedly sexy ones. And some perfume and makeup. A wonderful shopping trip. Then a meal (McDonald's!) and home to watch some porn he had (mostly male and transsexual which shows it was a real compulsion for him!) and then to bed, me in a black see-through nightie. He fucked me twice during the night! And that, Max, is how I discovered my transsexuality. 'What happened with his wife?' 'When we got back from work Monday afternoon, I heard him phone her and tell her he knew she was having an affair and wasn't within two hundred miles of her mother's in Torquay, and that he wanted a divorce, amicable if possible. He did not regard himself as wronged, he said, 'it was just one of the things that happens'. They agreed he would pack up her things: she could keep the car, could come round for the cases Thursday evening, and take them away to her lover. I stayed out of the way till late Thursday, and Friday evening we packed up my few belongings, I left my bed-sitter and moved in with him. We lived as man and wife for about a year. 'Then?' 'Then I started to get bored with him, and to cap it I met Sir Clive. He's much more elegant, older of course but very virile, and he had enough money to be able to afford an expensive mistress...me. He set me up in my Marlborough Buildings flat, and later actually gave the deeds to me. He's very generous with clothes, jewelry and even cash. I'm in clover, Max.' 'Are you risking all that with me, Claire?' 'Lord no. He loves threesomes. In fact, if you would like to drink up, we can stroll round to my flat and he'll be waiting. I'll give him a call to tell him to expect a handsome young man too!' 'Ok. Sounds good. But will he want to. I mean I've never...' 'Fuck you? No. But he will want you to suck him off while you fuck me. And that's just starters. You'd better take one of these before we leave. It's going to be a long night.' He watched me unpop one of the blue pills for myself, and swallowed the other one himself like a lamb.

Authors/Joyce/First Time Feminised.txt

Joyce, Hamilton

Big Issue Boy

'Big Issue, Mister. Big Issue, sir.' Usually I just ignore them, no eye contact, nothing, and I had already been solicited twice in the two hundred yards between the restaurant and my car. I had my umbrella up, which was another reason for just walking past. 'Big Issue.' However, there was something about this boy, who seemed young to be selling the street magazine. He looked no older than fourteen, but he must have been sixteen or the organizers of the rag would not have allowed him to hawk it. And he was undeniably pretty: dirty and scruffy, yes, but I have an artist's eye and I know beauty when I see it even when it is masked by the grime of street-sleeping and tatty, worn-out clothes. He was blonde and had near-shoulder-length hair, in rat-tails because of the rain and greasy, unwashed. He had the blonde's typical complexion, clear and sun-tanned, blue eyes, and surprisingly white teeth. His lips were full and sensuous. I doubted if he had to shave much yet, if at all. He was slight and not much more than five foot three or four I should think, slender arms and his legs looked long and slim in too-brief shorts. He was sheltering in the doorway of Lloyds Bank, but had been in the rain, and his grubby t-shirt, once white but now grey, had become damp and showed his nipples very clearly. Those shorts, faded denim and torn at the leg, were too tight as well. They were frayed at the groin, and a tantalizing glimpse of pink flesh resulted and stopped me in my tracks. You could tell by the clear, unblemished skin on his arms and legs that if he was into drugs, at least he was not main-lining. He had great potential, and my photographer's eye took that in immediately. A boy, still, but with something of the feminine about him, even in his voice and his smile as I took a coin from my pocket. 'Thank you, mister.' The voice was accentless, and I guessed he had seen better times, a middle-class lad come up to the city to find the good life, and finding it a great deal tougher than he had expected. I wondered if he had yet started selling his young body to the men who would appreciate it. I doubted it: he would have been cleaner and better dressed if he had started working as a rent boy. That would come, doubtless. I shoved the magazine in my pocket and turned to walk away. On an afterthought, I turned again and handed him a card from my pocket. 'You can keep the change...' In fact, he had not offered me the ten pence change. 'But if you want to earn some real money, call me on that number.' I saw him stuff the card into his hip pocket. 'Big Issue...' I turned the corner and threw the mag into a bin. I am a photographer, but six years ago, as soon as I saw where the internet was leading, I started to set up web sites....pay for porn. I produce my own photosets and videos, and some of my models are eager amateurs I don't have to pay. Others I pay. But all in all it's a very good living, and keeps me in some style. The filming is amusing as well! It was Sunday morning that the phone rang. The voice on the other end was hesitant, well-spoken but full of doubt. 'You said I could earn real money...' 'Fifty pounds and hour for about four hours.' 'What will I have to do?' I guessed he already knew or suspected what some of the duties would be! 'I will want you to dress up while I take some photographs, and then we have sex together and I take some more.' 'For four hours?' 'At least. May be more.' I didn't add that if he was good it could well be all night: I'm a randy old bugger and use viagra! There was a long silence: good, as the hesitation confirmed my guess that he was not yet a rent boy, might even be a virgin. Then, 'When do you want me?' 'Four o'clock. The address is on my card. Don't be late.' Because I too would figure in the photograph and video recording session, I had dressed myself in my dinner jacket, Rolex watch, cufflinks, pearl shirt buttons, the full gear! I am big built but fit and look good in formal dress. The doorbell rang at exactly four, and I guessed he had been early and waited outside as the hand on his cheap watch moved round. Good! I wanted an obedient lad tonight! But he looked a mess. It was still raining, as it had been for days, and he looked bedraggled as well as grimy, a real street urchin. I had him leave his trainers at the door. 'First you are to take a bath. Wash your hair too.' I touched his face with my hand. 'And you may as well have a shave, though there's not much hair is there? There's an electric razor in the cabinet in the bathroom. When you've done, use the hairdryer and come through wearing the bathrobe hanging on the door.' It took him the best part of an hour, but when he emerged he was transformed. Sexy before, he was devastating now. But I managed to keep my hands off him for the time being. The towel bathrobe was too big for him, and with his slender figure, blue eyes, and peaches-and-cream complexion he seemed very small and vulnerable. He would film well! 'Drink?' 'Please?' 'Wine, or vodka or scotch.' 'Uh, vodka, please. And coke if you've got some.' I poured him a triple vodka and topped the glass up with coke. A small whiskey for me. 'Cheers! And swallow one of these, too.' 'They viagra?' 'Sure. One each. The longer we go on the more you earn...' I had a quick look at my wristwatch. Ten to five, which meant the pill would trip in at about half-past five. Photo-session till then.... 'What's your name?' 'Terry.' 'I'm Mr McPherson. You've finished your drink. Another?' He had swallowed it in one! 'Please, Mr McPherson.' I poured him another triple and topped it up with coke. It would help if he was a bit tipsy when it came to the sex, and especially if he really was a virgin. 'Get into these, Terry, and I'll set up the lights.' I switched a dimmer on the wall, and as the lights started to come on, so five hidden cameras whirred silently into action. Two were set to show different views of the room, one more was focused on the settee, one was overhead, and one would follow any movement, periodically zooming in and out. My final video for websites would involve cutting and editing, pasting bits from each camera into a whole film of the dressing, undressing, and sex with this boy. I enjoy watching a boy dress almost as much as stripping him. I was right about this one. He undid the belt on the bathrobe, and as it fell open my eyes were drawn to his midriff. Tanned all over with no tan-lines (must have been spending lots of time on our nudist beach sunny days), nice flat belly. And that cock, still not the weapon of an adult man but no longer a boy's, would look good on film. It was cut and very pretty, and with a fringe of hair at the base, a darker gold than the hair of his head, the slender shaft almost the same tanned colour as his belly. He was looking at the carpet unwilling to meet my eyes, which must have been full of lust. Good! A chaste and modest boy would film well and would be all the better for sex when the time came. He was shy and turned round, giving me a view of a sun-tanned bottom, slightly boyish and still a bit rounded and shapely, not quite the angularity of an adult male. I like finding teen boys, as they still have something of the feminine about them and make the sort of convincing transvestites my punters are willing to pay good money to see. I had sorted out a green satin basque, with white lace trim, matching thong and fully-fashioned black stockings, sexy Cuban-heeled and glossy. His trainers (ugh!) had told me he took size six, and I found sexy sandals, high-heeled, strappy and gold, to fit him. Over all would go a slinky, thigh-length dress, itself in deep green silk. My professional models (trannies from the clubs mostly) always put on a basque, suspender-belt too, by fastening it up down the front, and then pulling it round their body so that the catches and loops are properly down the back. He tried to do it up arms reaching round the back: no good! I helped him into the basque, standing behind him and fastening the twenty or so little catches. I treated myself to a quick grope of that firm little bottom, nearly as tanned as his back. He flinched momentarily when I touched him, and my suspicion he was an innocent first-timer seemed confirmed. I felt my cock stiffening at the prospect. I had to show him how to use the breast forms, reaching over his shoulders to slip them down into the cups of his basque, and letting my cock touch his arse as I did so. He would not need a wig as, washed, dried and brushed, his blonde hair hung to his shoulders, and shone, sexy and the most feminine thing about him.I finished fixing the last of the lights as he put on the stockings, managing well with the clasps at the front, but failing again with those at the back. His seams were nice and straight, though, making his legs look very feminine, and I fastened the difficult clasps for him, rewarding myself again with a feel of his bottom, this time a bit deeper into the crack of his arse. I turned him round to face me, but still he would not meet my eyes. He was looking at my crotch where my bulge must have been evident, and his interest promised a rewarding evening for me, for both of us probably. He was hard too, and I guessed the girlie clothes were fulfilling a fantasy (I was sure he had not been secretly trying on mother's or sister's clothes like so many, perhaps most little boys. He would have been handier with the suspender clasps and the basque catches if he had indulged in a bit of closet cross-dressing. But his hard-on told me he was a natural transvestite. And his sideways looks at me told me he had gay desires too, probably bisexual. Or maybe not yet differentiated. In which case this Sunday afternoon might well sway him towards the homo as opposed to the hetero!) His bum was beautiful as he bent over to put on the high-heeled shoes, and they did wonders for already sexy and feminine legs. He looked a bit unsure standing in them, but that would come. 'Your complexion is so good, all you need is a dab of powder. Oh, and this of course.' I applied a sexy, tarty red lipstick. 'Don't lick your lips for a minute or two and it will set, non-smudge you see. There. Look at yourself in the mirror, Terry.' 'A girl fit for a millionaire. Very nice!' Like me, he was rock hard now, his cock making a tent in the shiny green silk. Without prompting, he took up poses, admiring himself in the mirror. 'Now don't tell me, Terry, you've never dressed before. You're a natural.' 'Never. But these feel good.' He ran his hands up stockinged legs, and over his bottom, always looking in the long mirror. He walked across the room, looking over his shoulder and admiring himself. He seemed surprisingly steady in his high-heels now after only a few minutes. 'Well, slip this gown on, and you'll look the real thing.' The gown flowed over him, and he really did look like a young girl dressed for her first real evening out! A teenager at the High School Prom. 'Now you start earning that bread! Smile for the camera!' The smile was tentative and shy, but all the better for that, and I took a dozen of him in the gown from all angles, and even lounging on the white leather settee. As he got used to me, the shyness began to lift, and I managed to make him laugh, getting some great shots, which I would use to start the photoset for my sites. I always start a photoset with posed "studio" type pictures, including close-ups of the face, showing how really feminine the tranny is. But we soon move on to sexier matters, and I had him lounging and showing lots of lovely, feminine leg, stocking tops and a bulge at the silken crotch. Then kneeling with the hem of the dress pulled up, stocking tops again and a hint of the pert bum. As well as my digital still camera, the video cameras would be getting all this, though I would only be using a minute or two to start the final film. Time, now, for some flesh. I had him unzip the back of his dress and hold it loose around his tits for a few pics, and then drop it to his ankles, in a pool of green silk. He was entering into the spirit now, and smiled as he shook the dress from around his ankles and took up a cheesecake pose. I zoomed in on tits, and then bulging crotch. Time for the dinner-jacketed fat-cat to enter the film. I left a couple of still cameras to click away, each every twenty seconds when I went over to join him as he sat now on the settee. I really ought to have a third guy here to take these pics I thought: these would probably do, with some freeze-frames from the videos but they might not be great. Old Mr Cohen would probably pay to be the photographer...that was a thought.... but he would be no good filmed, too old, fat and ugly! I stood so I was side-on to the cameras, and just in front of the pretty boy-girl. 'Unzip me, Terry, and take it out for me.' He was clumsy with the zip, and getting my hard cock out through the front of my boxer shorts, but that would look good on the video, showing he was not practised in it, innocent. 'I expect you know what men like their little girls to do, Terry?' 'I think so, Mr McPherson.' He was holding my cock in both hands, and he bent his lips towards it. I love that moment when a tranny closes her lip-sticked lips over my knob, and if she is young and pretty like this one it is heaven. I let him suck and lick me for a few minutes, but staying well short of coming. 'You can undress me now, Terry.' I have a good body as I have plenty of time to work out and enjoy my sessions at the gym. So I am muscular and a fat-free zone. Also, I have my body completely waxed, so I am smooth. In fact, years ago I had permanent electrolysis done on my "back, sack and crack" so the waxing is quite easy and non-painful! Anyway, I'm quite good enough to star in my own videos, which is amusing and also saves costs! I think he...she!... was surprised I had tied my own bow-tie, but she pulled it undone, and went to work popping the dress-shirt buttons. I was amused as she tentatively treated herself to a quick feel of my pecs. I was right that this street arab was at least bisexual in orientation. 'It's all right, Terry, you're allowed to touch,' I laughed. She pulled my dress shirt loose from my cummerbund and laid it carefully on a chair with the tie. I could see her looking at me but with eyes that would not meet mine. She was still shy, and all the more desirable to me. I pulled her to me and kissed her, for myself as much as for the benefit of the cameras. My cock, sticking from my trousers, pressed against her and she wriggled as I fondled her bottom, hands caressing the tight satin. She started to undo the clips and belt at my waist, and then remembered she had to take off shoes and socks first. She knelt to do this, and before getting up again had grasped my cock once more, and swallowed the full length, looking up at me, and for the first time meeting my gaze directly. I could see the desire and pleasure in her blue eyes as she sucked and gobbled, tickling my balls as she sucked. I held her head for a second or two, fine blonde hair between my fingers, before I lifted her off me. It took only a moment for her to help me out of my trousers and shorts, and I was naked for the cameras. I turned, to give a good profile shot of my erect penis, and was confident one camera would have zoomed in on it as I shook it with my right hand so as not to obscure the shot. The lube was on the side-table, and I tore a packet open, greasing my cock. The tranny was so clearly a virgin that I did not bother with a condom; bare-backing her would be a rare treat for myself and for visitors to my website. 'Lay down, Terry.' I stood over her, looking down and rubbing the slippery lube up and down my cock. 'Take them off, your panties.' She was still hard, and her cock was very pretty. I promised myself a good long suck later. 'Don't hurt me. Please, Mr McPherson.' 'Your first time?' She nodded, eyes averted, shyly. 'I thought so. No, It won't hurt if you do as I say.' It would hurt of course: always does first time. But I would probably be able to make it "Hurt Good" just as Joshua, the Head Boy, had when he fucked me the first time, and me much younger than this boy. She was unresisting as I grasped her ankles, and bent her legs back over her, her arsehole coming into view: I thought I could hear a camera zooming in on the movement as I applied the residue of the silk-lube to the nice puckered rose. Her legs and bottom were deep-tanned, but between her thighs and in the very crease of her arse she was white and soft, her anus a lovely pink-brown, tight and inviting. I supported her legs on my shoulders savouring for a second the feel of the glossy nylon against my neck. Her arsehole glistened with the grease as I applied my knob to it. 'Push out, don't suck in. Push out as if you are taking a dump.' She turned her face sideways, averting her gaze from me, as I pushed and the knob slipped into her. There was a look of anguish on her face, but she did not protest or cry out. It might have been the thought of the pay giving her courage, but more likely she had been wanting this for a long age, but never daring to do it. I pushed again and my cock slipped easily into her until my body rested against her. I felt her anus contract, gripping me tightly for a second and then relaxing. She was still looking away as I started to fuck her with long, slow sweeps. After a bit I found I could rest my weight on her legs and on her belly, freeing my hands to feel her hard, enticing body. I pulled the straps of her basque down over her shoulders and her nipples were brown and hairless: as I fingered them they became hard little nuts between fingers and thumbs. Later I would suck these, I promised myself, yes and that cock and tight balls-sack. Her cock was stiffening again, and I knew I must be pressing the right spot inside her with each thrust. As I looked down a drop of cum appeared in the eye of her prick and ran down over the flaring helmet: yes, I would suck that too. She groaned involuntarily, and now it was with pleasure, or at least pleasure mixed with pain. I increased the pace and vigour of my thrusts, and her cock waved about between us. She reached down and started to masturbate, but I flicked her wrist with my hand and said "No" very firmly. I did not want her to cum.That was for my mouth in a few minutes. And I did not want cum all over that basque: that would mean having to wash it before the next photo session with it. And these satin pretties are never quite the same once they have been washed. But I was not far from coming, and she was looking directly at me with a dreamy look in her eyes like a satisfied animal. Her hips were rising and falling ever so slightly to meet mine. I knew she was enjoying it now, just as I had that first time so many years before. I think she knew I was coming without my saying so. Probably she could read the special look on my face, almost of pain, that the male has as he comes, or perhaps she could feel my cock swell just a bit more as the orgasm rose, or perhaps she could feel the first gush of hot cum inside her as I emptied my balls into her. It was good for me and I spurted four times, each with a spearing thrust deep within her before I had finished and eased off laying there unmoving again. Her anus finally expelled my cock, still half-hard. I got up and went over to the wash-basin in the corner of the room (this had been a bedroom before I converted it into a sort of video and photo studio). I rinsed my cock...no blood. Good, you never know with virgin boys: so no complications there! I dried myself on his bathrobe. 'Better clean yourself up too, Terry. Your arse will be a bit sticky!' I watched as he ran some hot water, soaped himself, and dried off, returning to the sofa. I knelt in front of him and ran my hands up slender legs to the soft flesh above his stocking tops. His cock was still not that of an adult, as long as some men's perhaps at about six inches but still not as broad as it would be in a few years' time. I kissed the fine fringe of blonde hair at its root, and another drop of precum appeared in the eye of a flaring, broad knob. I was glad the cock was cut, partly because it would make for good photos, and partly because I have a bit of a fetish for cut cocks on young teens...you don't get enough of them nowadays! I touched the droplet of clear liquid with the tip of my tongue, lifting it so a spider's web thread joined my tongue to his cock. I was thinking of him as a boy again as I took his knob between my lips and heard him give a sigh of contentment. While fucking him he had been my little girl! I lowered my head, and allowed the whole of his shaft to enter my mouth, till my lips rested on his belly. He held my head between the palms of his hand, holding me in place on his cock. But now I gave him a real professional blow-job, for which I am famous throughout the neighbourhood. You need to really love sucking cock to do it well, and I just love the feel of a cock in my mouth, and if there are nylon-stockinged legs and a satin basque for me to caress at the same time, then that is heaven. I did not expect it to last long, and it did not! His hips heaved and wriggled as I bobbed up and down on him, and then I heard him groan and my mouth was filled with the boy's cum. I guessed this was also the first time he had come in someone's mouth. His cock twitched and throbbed in my mouth as the orgasm passed, and I was careful not to make it sensitive. It was still hard and erect when I pulled back to sit beside him again. My cock was hard again as well! I poured us another drink each, malt for me and vodka and coke for him, and we chatted a bit side-by-side on the couch. I found that I was right. He was a grammar school boy from Kent, one of the few places that still had that old-fashioned selective education system. He had done his 'A levels' a year early at sixteen and got good grades in English, history, French and Latin. But the love of his life was drama and acting held all his ambitions. For years he had been the 'juvenile lead' in productions in the local repertory theatre, taking female as well as male roles, and enjoying the female parts even more than the male. He was going to university in September to study drama and hopefully get some more acting experience. He had come up to the city in the hope that he would find some theatre work before his drama studies began, but had not yet got his union card, which was why he was selling Big Issue as a stop-gap. I told him he made a really convincing girl, even with minimal grease-paint! He said it felt as natural as being male. 'Might be a first! I mean the first transvestite star actress!' 'There was always the great Sarah Bernhardt!' As we chatted I fondled him, and especially his cock and balls, now ensconced in satin again, and kept him nice and hard: the virility of a sixteen-year-old, plus the little blue pill, and of course, he was enjoying this new feminine role. I was still hard and looking forward to enjoying him the way I like most, from behind. 'I want you again, Terry. Shall we?' 'Please, Mr McPherson, and this time I want to really remember it as it happens. The first time it was all so new and exciting it went by in a flash.' 'I'll make it last a bit longer this time, promise.' 'I didn't mean that... I mean...' He blushed with embarrassment at his faux pas. I swear he blushed, and looked so lovely! 'I know what you mean, Terry, and I think it's sweet. Give me a kiss.' I felt his little cock in its green satin pouch, the soft inner thighs, and the glossy stocking tops as we embraced and his tongue explored my mouth. He was stroking my cock and I was soon rock-hard for him. I pulled his panties down (yet again!) and he raised his bottom so we could remove them completely. 'Now, Terry, on all fours with your head on the pillows.' He leaped to it! Knelt for me over the sofa his face in the velvet cushion. There was still a dribble of cum and lube between his arse cheeks, but to be safe I stroked some more lube over his anus and slid a finger in to make sure I penetrated easily for him. He wriggled his arse provocatively and I finger fucked him a few seconds, pressing against his prostate. 'Please...' I placed my knob and heard his groan of pleasure as I sank my shaft deep in him till my thighs were pressed against his tanned arse. His sighs and little squeaks were muffled by the pillow as I fucked him with long, slow sweeps at first, grasping his hips to control his movements beneath me. His back was bronzed and I thought the green satin was exactly right for his complexion. I stroked his back with the tips of my fingers and then leaned forward and kissed the back of his neck, where the blonde hair was finest. I was moving faster now, with short, stabbing thrusts, and a drop of sweat fell from my brow onto the green satin of his basque making an almost black spot. I reached for his panties on the floor beside us and mopped my brow, still fucking hard. It occurred to me that this was going to make a great video for my web customers: a stunning little tranny, me on good form, and real, enthusiastic fucking. I had slowed down to long, slow pushes while I thought about the cameras and Terry protested. 'Faster, Mr McPherson. Faster and harder. Please......' That suited my mood too, and I shagged that arse as thoroughly as ever arse was shagged! My thighs smacked hard into his bottom and I could hear his gasps with each penetration. I reached under him, and found his cock still hard. I gripped it and used it to control his movements, because he was flexing his back so his bottom rose to meet each thrust. His cock throbbed in my fist, and the whole effect was so sexy that, despite myself, I found I was coming, the tension rising from my own arse to my cock, and then spurting cum into him, one great gush with each of about four thrusts. I slowed now, enjoying the feeling of satisfaction, fucking slower and slower till we were still again. His arsehole expelled my cock, only half-hard now. Some cum dripped onto the carpet. I got up and went over to the sink to rinse off. No blood! He took his turn at the sink, and then sat beside me again on the sofa. 'That was wonderful! Great! I can't thank you enough!' 'I could tell you enjoyed it, Terry.' 'Oh yes!' There was a silence as I considered how satisfying it was to have awoken a young lad to the real nature of his sexuality. He was gay, and a cross-dresser. Lucky guy...or girl! 'How much have I earned?' I looked at my watch. 'Just over two hours...so that's a hundred and fifty.' 'I asked because I wondered if I could keep these clothes and shoes. I'll pay for them!' 'You're going to dress again, then?' 'I think I'll always dress as a girl from now on. It feels so good. And I look good, don't I?' He stood up and posed in the mirror again, pulling the panties on for the last time. 'You certainly look better in those than the dreadful stuff you arrived in'. He laughed. It may have been an illusion, but even the laugh had a feminine timbre now: of course he was a skilled actor...actress? 'And I'm feeling generous. I'm going to give you them for being such a good camera subject, and such a good fuck too.' His arms were round my neck and his lips on mine. I was very aware his cock was still hard, but to tell the truth I had enough, and was not really tempted to suck him off again. 'I've got a friend called Sir Joshua Sallah...' 'The guy who owns newspapers and race horses?' 'That's him. We were at school together and have stayed close. His steady girl Donna is a transvestite, but she has gone to New York to manage a night club, so he's on the loose a bit nowadays. I'd like you to meet him.' 'He's a very handsome man...' 'He is.' I was silent a moment as I remembered how Josh, two years older than me, had seduced me at school, and taught me the joys of gay sex. 'Yes he's certainly good-looking, and very, very generous.He can afford to be, of course. He'll be looking for a new little squeeze, and it could be good news for you, Terry, if you play your cards right. Fill your gap year in nicely, better than selling Big Issue at any rate. That tinkling laugh again. 'I'd like that. I suppose he'll want to fill my gap too, like you just did. I hope so: you've really woken me up down there...' 'I'll give him a call then.' Terry listened to the half of the conversation he could hear. 'Yes, Josh, blonde, tanned, slender, legal, and very pretty...twice and she loved it...yes, virgin, or at least was an hour ago, you know me!...educated, articulate...yes, keen to meet you...half an hour, then....' I went to the sideboard drawer and took out a little gold handbag I use as a film prop sometimes, counted out £150 and put it in the bag, handing it to Terry. 'He'll be here in a few minutes, and we'd better sort out your make-up. I've kissed some of the lipstick off even though it shouldn't. Powdered and lipsticked, and hair brushed again, she looked the perfect teenage girl once more. We put the powder and lipstick in the handbag, and as she slipped into her gown, I put three condoms in it as well. 'You won't want to use these with Sir Joshua, but sometimes he has rent-boys and lads he finds in bars. If you both go clubbing tonight, he's quite likely to take one or two lads home with you. If one gets to fuck you, make sure he wears a condom, sweetie.' She kissed me again, and we went through to my proper reception room to wait for him. 'When Sir Joshua arrives, remember a lady never gets up to shake hands with a man when she's already sitting, and always "Sir Joshua" even though I call him "Josh". It was all very satisfactory. I seldom want to have sex twice with the same person, whether girl, boy or cd. So all that was taken care of, and no doubt Josh would send me a nice present in the morning, probably a dozen of good wine.

Authors/Joyce/Big Issue Boy.txt

Joyce Hamilton

He Got What He Deserved

'Oh my God! My bag's gone. Shit! I feel so stupid. I left it here while we danced. Oh shit!' 'Hard luck! Much in it?' Her partner was thinking, 'What an airhead. Leaving her purse like that. Nice tits, nice arse, nice legs, but airhead.' 'No credit cards. Just a few quid. And my keys. Look, I've had enough. Lend us a tenner for the cab. I've got spare keys. Doesn't seem much fun now.' Josh had just finished his shift as a bouncer and was going to get his coat to go home, as it was early on a Friday. The girl's bag just begged to be lifted. No one was watching as he grabbed it, hid it under his jacket, and walked out to the locker room. He let himself into the staff toilet and checked it out. Lipstick. Condoms...the sexy bitch. Ten pounds, no credit cards. What's this? No, just a student union card. A photo on it. She's certainly a looker though. Petite, with long blonde hair. Keys. An address on the card. He sat there thinking. An idea was forming in his evil mind. Lurking in the bushes, Josh heard the taxi draw up. 'Want me to come in?' 'Not tonight, Charles. I really couldn't. It's really stirred me up having my purse nicked. I wouldn't be much good.' Josh watched them kiss briefly, before the guy got back in the taxi. As the girl lifted her arms to his shoulders, her dress rode up to show the sexiest little white bikini panties. The couple separated. Josh watched the guy adjust his trousers before getting back into the cab. Like the lurking Josh, he, too, had a hard cock. Josh smiled to himself and adjusted his own cock, rubbing its familiar shape. The girl tripped lightly up the steps, and for a moment Josh thought he had been spotted as she stepped into the bushes right in front of him. A slim white arm reached out and turned over a muddy flower-pot. As she leaned over, he could see the cleavage of her breasts, white in the moonlight. Her fingernails had glittery nail varnish. He crouched back further into the shadows. The spare key was under the pot, and he breathed again when he heard her step up to the door and let herself in. As the door opened, she was silhouetted against the light, and he could see she would be just perfect for him. Tiny, but with lovely legs, and her dress did not hide the pert prettiness of her tits, and her perky, jutting bottom. Blonde hair to the bare shoulders. The taxi drew away. He gave her ten minutes. There were two keys. One marked "3" must be the flat, and the unmarked one would be the front door. He rubbed his cock in anticipation. The flat was still warm from the sun that afternoon, and Julie did not need to light the gas fire. She poured herself a gin as consolation for the ruined evening. She felt sorry for herself. But then she looked at herself in the long mirror. She took a long gulp, and the spirit burned her throat. She lit a cigarette and switched on the television. Josh let himself in, his heart beating. Was it lust or fear? Probably both. Anyway, he was still hard as he unlocked the flat door...no chain, thank goodness...and shut it gently behind him. He could hear his prey walking about in the next room, talking to herself. The door was ajar, but he could not see her yet. At the end of the corridor, he could see a sink. Kitchen! He slipped across to the tiny kitchen and sure enough, there was a large knife on the rack. He grasped it. There was a pair of stockings thrown slovenly onto the floor. Ideal. He slipped one over his face. Back now to the living room door. He opened it gently another six inches. Now he could see her. She had finished a cigarette and got up to stub it out in an ornate ashtray on the table. She slipped the straps of her silver mini-dress over her arms and let it fall to the floor. Josh rubbed his cock appreciatively and quietly unzipped to get it out. He held the knife in his right hand, his shaft in his left, and watched, entranced, as she admired herself in the mirror, running her hands over her bottom, breasts, and legs. Lovely golden tan, and those brilliant white panties! Lovely tits under their white lace, and that pretty little mound under her panties. The crotch was tight over her cunt lips, separating and outlining them. He was going to have her. She would be well worth the risk. 'Not bad!' she thought. No wonder Charles...and the others...were after her all the time. She looked at her bottom in the mirror. The white thong did it justice, she thought. Firm and rounded, and she had shaved so the thong fitted perfectly over her mound. Holding the gin glass, she pirouetted. Good tits, too. And the white lacy bra showed them off well. 'Pert,' she thought. 'Yes, that's the word for my tits, pert. Glad they're not too big. The shape and firmness, that's what the boys go for.' She was about to kick off her silver high-heeled sandals, matching her dress (and purse!) that evening. But on second thoughts, she kept them on. Her legs looked better in high heels. Showed their shape off, and the shape of her bum as they pushed her center of gravity a bit forward. Nice flat belly! 'Pity it's too hot for stockings,' she thought. 'Love to see my legs in stockings.' She pirouetted, and stood, one leg bent up in the classic cheesecake pose. She laughed at her own vanity and poured herself another gin. 'Serves her right, cheeky little bitch,' Josh muttered to himself. 'Teasing guys like that! Just asking for it. Condoms in her purse, ready.' She was just finishing her second gin and considering whether to have another before her bath when she heard a noise. He had crept into the room and was close enough to touch her. As she turned, he grasped her arm and pulled her to him, her nearly naked buttocks pressed against his naked prick. The knife was at her throat. The stocking disguised his face, but his voice was clear, if made gruff by his lust. 'No noise, sweetheart. I know how to use this.' He cleverly put on a false Scottish accent. 'Please...' 'Sh! I said.' He was looking round the room and saw what he needed. Wide parcel tape. Yeah, that would do it. Wordless, he pushed her towards the desk, with a computer on it, and the tape in a filing basket. He stretched the clear plastic tape between his teeth and one hand and cut it with his knife. He held her wrists in one hand and bound the tape round them, four times. 'I know you. You're the bouncer...' 'Silly Bitch!' He pulled off the stocking mask. 'You see what you've done?' As he spoke, he cut off another length of tape and wound it round her head, covering her mouth, lifting her hair so the tape went under that golden cascade. On second thoughts, he would have preferred to have her wrists bound behind her, but this was okay. Another few layers of tape over her lower arms now. Leave her legs free as yet! 'Well, now. Looks like you're safe now, darling.' She kicked out at him, missing with the stiletto heels, and he laughed. He could see anger more than fear in her eyes. He'd soon change that, he thought. Suddenly he remembered a picture he'd seen years before. A German soldier was raping a girl. The plate was grey and smudged, one of a series of first world war propaganda atrocities he used to wank to when younger. She was tied to a farm kitchen table, her arms together, and her legs wide apart. Her cunt was about to be penetrated. A second print showed her face down on the same table, with the soldier wiping his cock. The clear suggestion was that after fucking her cunt, he had buggered her arse. The table was just like this one! He pulled her, still kicking, to it and bent her over it, backwards. The tape again, this time between her wrists and round the tape already there. Now over the table and down to a table leg. Three times round that. She was rolling about, legs kicking in the air. He could see the muscles in her flat belly as she wriggled. There were tears in her eyes, but whether of frustration and anger, or terror, he could not tell yet. He stood back. This would be the good bit! He dropped his trousers, keeping his t-shirt and shoes on. He was as hard as he had ever been, his cock twitching as he looked at the writhing figure before him. Now he grasped one ankle and wound tape around it before securing it to a table leg. The pretty little slippers matched the silver glitter on her toenails. He pulled her body towards the edge of the table, so her white-lacy butt was just at the edge before strapping her other ankle to the other free table leg. She lay there, helpless and gagged, legs wide apart. He ran his leg up one slender leg from ankle to crotch, and then the other. Smooth, cool skin, smooth as glossy stockings, he thought. He leaned over her and felt her tits through the lacy bra, his cock pushing against the crotch of her panties. A drop of his precum soaked into them. His mind went back to an evening in the cinema. 'Bitch!' he thought.It was three years ago now, but it still made his anger boil when he thought of it. He squeezed a breast brutally, and then stroked it again. He had been in the back row with Maisie Tomlinson. 'Bitch!' he muttered, and squeezed a breast again. He had managed to get his hand inside her blouse, feeling her breast through a satin bra. He had made to kiss her, and she had turned away. 'Christ! Your breath stinks, Josh Hogg. Ugh!' And she had walked out of the cinema, leaving him. The next day, everyone knew. 'Bitch!' he said out loud, and reached for the knife, which he had stuck into the tabletop. He placed the blade under her armpit, enjoying her flinch and the terror in her eyes as the cold steel touched her. 'Bitches teasing you with their lace and silk, and condoms in their bags. Bitches!' With an upward sweep, he cut the white bra strap, stuck the knife back in the polished tabletop, and pulled the bra away, throwing it down so it landed in front of the window. Her nipples were standing, as if excited, though that was hardly likely, he thought. He placed one hand on each breast and amused himself pushing them down so the nipples pressed into his open palms. They were good breasts, he thought, firm and round. He preferred them not too big. He rolled a pink nipple between each thumb and forefinger, and then pulled them, stretching her breasts out and up. He let go, and they went back into shape. He grasped them again, and this time twisted each one, counterclockwise the left breast, and clockwise the right. This must have hurt her because her hips rose from the table, and she was trying to wriggle. Tears ran silently down her face. He twisted and squeezed hard. The pink nipples were very hard now, and he realized that pain could mimic pleasure. It was a new idea. He leaned over her closer and licked one breast and then the other. She was salty, from the dancing earlier, he guessed. He bit her, hard. Her waist was tiny, and her belly flat. When he spread his hands, he could almost join them around her waist. Very trim and sexy, he thought. Well worth the risk of raping her. And no need to hurry this time, for once. No hurried release in the bushes before legging it. He stroked his cock. The teeth marks on her right breast showed red and livid now against the white flesh. He bit the left breast. Lovely flat belly, he thought. Her vulva seemed quite plump under the white satin thong. His mind went back to summer two years before. Nelly Pepper on the beach with two of her friends. Josh hanging around at the edge of a group of boys. Nelly had a tiny yellow bikini, the thong scarcely covering her vulva at all, and the back of it disappearing into the crease of her buttocks. He grasped the white satin as he recalled his humiliation. He had asked Nelly for a date, stupidly in public. But it had been thoughtless, on the spur of the moment, provoked by that pretty vulva so carelessly showing through the thin, tight, yellow cloth. 'I wouldn't go out with you, Josh Hogg, if you was the last boy in the world,' She looked him straight in the eyes, and there was nothing in her eyes but contempt. His face flushed now as he remembered. 'Hogg by name and pig by nature.' The girls giggled. The boys laughed. He had fled. Angry, he put his hand down into her white panties, grasped the fabric, and pulled, hard. The lace tore, and he threw the debris onto the floor. 'Shave your vulva then, darling? Shave it for Charles, do you? Condoms in your purse and vulva shaved for him to suck and fuck. Bitch!' He was holding her whole vulva in his hand. He let go, to look at it. The lips were tight closed, a thin parting in the pink flesh. He pulled them apart, two-handed. Inside was dry. 'Dry! But only to be expected, I guess. What about up here?' He jabbed a finger into her, but her vulva was just as dry, the flesh of her outer lips clinging to his finger, and being dragged into her with it. 'Not much good for fucking, sweetie.' He squatted between her legs and licked at the open slit. Salty! He sucked and licked, but there was no reaction, no flowing of hot juices for him. 'I like a slippery fuck, darling.' He knew where he would find what he wanted. On the side of the sink, in the kitchen, an open pat of butter. He returned with it in his hand. 'Buttered crumpet, darling!' He scooped a dollop and spread it over her open lips. His finger slipped in easily now. He felt around in her, removed it, and licked it clean. 'Now you're gonna get that shagging, sweetie.' She was wriggling, trying desperately to break the plastic tape bonds. He stood over her, one hand on her belly, the other holding his cock. It slipped easily up and down her vulva lips, and when his glans penetrated her vagina, he let go, and held her down with both hands on her belly. He pushed, and the whole length of his penis slid easily into her. 'That's more like it, darling. Don't want a sore cock after humping you. Easily now. 'Ah, yes, now that's good. Hot and tight!' He had intended to make it last, but as he looked at her breasts, her flat belly, her golden hair, the tears coursing down her face, and above all his cock parting her shaven vulva lips, and slipping in and out, he found he was coming. He pulled out, still erect. Semen dripped from his cock onto her thigh. He bent to pick up her torn panties but then had a better idea. He went around the table and wiped his cock in her golden hair. That felt good, and he was ready for another fuck. 'Gonna be in your anus now. I wonder if you give lover-boy Charles your anus, sweetie? Well, you're gonna give it to ole Josh!' He was careful not to give her a chance of escape. He cut one leg free, and then taped her legs tight together before cutting the other leg free. Then he cut the tape fixing her hands to the table leg. He rolled her off the table, and she fell heavily to the floor. Over onto her belly now, and then her legs forced up until she was kneeling, legs tied, and hands tied in front of her. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, and her tiny waist accentuated the round fullness of her buttocks. The butter again, and a dollop on his finger to work into her anus. Just enough fingering to allow his cock to slide in. He did not care whether she got any pleasure, so it was enough to grease it up, without bothering to relax the muscles. In any case, he liked a tight butt-fuck. He knelt behind her, a hand on each cheek, pulling them apart. Blonde, she had a pink anus, like a puckered rose. He placed his cock and forced the glans in. Two hands on her shoulders, he pressed forward until his thighs touched her bottom and his cock was fully enclosed. She was tight! Her anus was spasming on the root of his penis, gripping and releasing, only to grip again. He pulled out, so only the glans was in her, and gloated as he looked down at the symbol of his triumph over cruel femininity. He was fucking her in the anus for all those other girls who had humiliated him. He pushed in again, hard, and enjoyed the way her buttocks flinched away from him. He grabbed a handful of golden hair and twisted it so she had to look at him over her shoulder. The anger had gone from her eyes. Only bleak misery now. He made her watch his face as he fucked her, his other hand grasping the flesh of her right buttock. He felt his orgasm building, like a spring coiling up in his balls as they slapped against her vulva lips. He let go the hair, and slapped her arse cheeks in rhythm with each thrust. Left hand, right hand. He was ready now, and with a series of brutal thrusts he unloaded his passion into her. He was panting from the effort when he had done. Her anus was gripping his cock, but he pulled it out, half limp. Just a bit of her feces in among the shining butter. He wiped his cock in her hair again, but found he needed her torn panties to finish the job. He felt calmer now than he had for weeks, and he knew what he had to do. This would be a first, he thought. She had recognized him. There was only one thing to do. He went out to the kitchen again. In the cupboard, what he needed, a tall bottle of methylated spirit, and a smaller can of lighter fluid. By its weight, it was nearly full. He splashed the purple spirit over the carpet, and especially over the bookcase and settee. That would burn well, and quickly. The lighter fluid had a nozzle, and he squirted it liberally over everything, until it was empty. 'Should have saved some for her,' he thought. 'Too late now.' She was still kneeling where he had left her, sobbing quietly. Her anus was inflamed red from his buggery, but had closed up again. He could have managed her again, stimulated by her abject helplessness, but the smell of petrol was everywhere. He turned the gas fire on, but did not light it. He made a torch from a rolled-up newspaper and lit it using her lighter. He stepped towards the sash window, ready to throw the torch onto the settee before stepping out of the window into the garden. His left foot trod on the strap of her bra, where he had thrown it. The toe cap of his right boot fitted neatly into one of the bra cups. He tripped. As he fell, his head clipped the corner of the computer table, and he was unconscious even before he crashed to the floor. The blazing torch dropped from his hand to the carpet, where it smouldered. She found she could move, and with a series of 'bunny hops' managed to get round his prostrate body and to the window. She got her arms and body over the sill, so she was resting on her belly. Now a huge effort to produce a sort of back-flip, and she was lying on her back in the flower bed, crumpled against the brick wall. Above her, there was a sudden flash and a sheet of flame as the room caught fire, gas and spirit finally igniting. Mr Salim Mahmood had finished his shift and was driving his taxi home.His wife would have a nice meal for him, and with the children in bed, they would have sex in front of the television. He hummed happily to himself. It was the whiteness of her body as she fell through the window that caught his eye, and he was braking to a halt when the window was lit by flame. He called his depot on the radio and had them call the emergency services. He ran over the rough lawn to the window, crouching under the searing heat. He picked up the girl and staggered back to his cab, dumping her in the front seat. She was pretty and naked, but he felt no lust, only pity. He could not find a knife or anything sharp to cut her bonds and was scrabbling about looking when the police arrived. Woman Police Constable McFee took over, releasing the girl and wrapping her in a blanket. She allowed herself the luxury of touching those lovely breasts as she did so. God! The girl was beautiful. Her thighs and buttocks were bruised. There were bite marks on her flawless breasts and on her buttocks. Some bastard male had had her. WPC McFee promised herself she would 'counsel' the girl, warn her of men's violence, and persuade her of the supremacy of lesbian love. The fire brigade arrived just in time to hear Josh's scream of pain and terror as he regained consciousness to find he was on fire. Beaten back by the flames, they listened. The scream died away, and his next breath filled his lungs with raw fire. He managed to stand. Appalled, the firemen saw his face and arms blackened and bubbling, his hair and clothes on fire. He stood silhouetted, a black figure framed against the flaming room behind him. A desperate gurgle in his throat as he tried to scream again, and he fell backwards into the inferno.

Authors/Joyce/Just_Deserts .txt

Joyce

Grand

'One thing about the Grand is the quality of the staff!' 'Don't tell me! I could see you drooling over him!' 'And you too!' She reached down under the covers. 'I thought so! Hard as a steel rod. And I bet it was him, not me!' 'You're enough to give anyone a hard-on. I can't believe how lucky I am sometimes.' He reached over and slipped a hand down the pink bra-top she was wearing. 'But yes. I must admit he gave me some ideas.' They were discussing the waiter who had just left the breakfast tray on a large table under the window. About eighteen, Latin, slim but muscular. A smoldering volcano. In his Grand uniform, you could see his bulge under the tight, fitted pantaloons. You could even guess he was cut, from its shape. It hid little. His chest and shoulders were flattered by the tight waistcoat. Doubtless that was the uniform designer's intention. Many guests, of both sexes, fantasized over servants in this garb. And at the Grand, often more than fantasized. 'I don't mind. I go both ways too, as you well know.' She leaned over and kissed him, releasing his cock from her grip. She slid down the bed, covers kicked off now. 'I could fancy him, too. You know I like them young!' Her hand slid down into her panties, and caressed her slit. She shut her eyes. 'Yes! I really could!' He watched a moment. She suddenly stopped her solitary pleasure. 'Let's have him! I'll seduce him, and then you can have him. Play the outraged husband! Ring down and get him up again.' He dialed room service. 'There wasn't enough butter on the breakfast tray. Could you send up some more, please. Thank you!' 'Butter! I ask you! Good. Now you disappear to the bathroom! Let me come once.' She had slipped off her skimpy undies and had the sheet pulled up to her shoulders when the young man came in, carrying a silver tray with a knob of butter on a small plate. She had made sure her nipples showed well through the white sheet! He took the tray over to the table. 'Put it by the bed, here, please.' As she leaned over to remove books, tissues etc from the bedside table, her sheet slipped down, revealing her matchless breasts. He had a sudden, fleeting glimpse of red-brown nipples and full rounded, white flesh. 'Oops!' She pulled the sheet up again, but her guile was rewarded by the obvious erection under his tight, black trousers. As he stood by the bed, she grabbed him, arms round his back, on his bum, pulling him onto her waiting face, nuzzling him through his trousers. He smelled of aftershave and soap! For a moment, it seemed he would protest. But, skilled, she had his flies open and his cock out. Hands back to his firm, athletic buttocks, she took him into her mouth, deep, sucking, licking. He sighed, struck speechless. Her mouth was warm, wet, willing! Still sucking on his knob, she undid the clasp on his trousers and pulled them down over his young legs, till they dropped to his ankle. He was long! Longer than her Sam. And broad. Though not broader than Sam. There was room for her to grip him in one hand while moving her head back and forth on his cock. Her free hand was in the cleft of his buttocks, pulling him into her, fingers probing his tight, hairless bottom hole. She looked up at him. He wanted to feel her tits, but as she lay, he couldn't reach. He held her head in both hands, blonde hair slipping under his palms, and controlled the rhythm of her gobbling. She reached for the side-table and dipped her fingers in the butter, which had softened in the heat of the bedroom. She transferred a dollop into the crease of his arse and rubbed it up and down. Noticeably, his thrusts into her mouth increased in intensity as she let her index finger tap on his tight-closed anus. Then she slipped it in. He gave a gasp, but still shagged her mouth as she gently masturbated his bottom hole. She had a clear impression that this was a new experience for him. Two fingers now, and really it was the impetus of his eager thrusts that was moving his arse over her fingers. Her man was going to enjoy this well-oiled, well-prepared, silky-soft ring! She would have to be careful he didn't come in her mouth, too quick. The plan was for her man to 'discover' them in the very act of fucking. And in any case, she wanted this virile young cock in her before giving him over to be buggered. She tasted a drop of cum! It was time. 'I want you in bed with me. I want you to fuck me. Naked!' She could see her man peeping round the edge of the bathroom door. Above all else...or nearly everything else... he enjoyed seeing his woman being shagged, especially by one of her handsome young admirers. Hurriedly the boy stripped off, his stiff cock at right angles in front of him. What a contrast between the smooth, boyish body and the rigid, threatening prick. Between the olive skin of his belly and bottom, and the redness of his knob. She felt a surge of excitement as he finally pulled his undervest up over his head, exposing his chest. It was difficult for her to resist reaching down and tweaking her clit. But she did resist and instead reached up with both arms, inviting him to lay with her. Her husband was standing in the open doorway of the bathroom now. His wife could see him, and it was adding excitement to her caressing of the young man's smooth body as he leaned over her. In the doorway, he was motionless, except for his cock, which was gradually thickening, lengthening, and rising as he watched his wife accept this lover. He was kneeling between her legs now, and she held his stiff cock, placing it between her cunt lips, pressed against the nub of her clit. With the other hand, she stretched the lips and closed them over the knob. The boy groaned in pleasure. Now she was moving the knob the length of her lips, still holding them closed over it. Three or four times she did this, before allowing the knob, now thoroughly lubricated, to penetrate her. As he felt her warm wetness enclose him, he pulled her up to him, his arms round her back, pulling her tits, so full and firm, against his smooth chest. Her husband could see her fingers, on his bottom, make dimples in the olive-skinned buttocks as she, too, pulled herself onto him. As he drove his first thrust home, she squealed with pleasure, and they fell, her backwards onto the bed, he forwards onto her plump tits. He was going at it hard now, and her panting, groaning and obscene muttering showed he was arousing her. From the doorway, the boy's oh-so-desirable arse moved with each thrust. Muscles clenched, closing his cleft as he drove it in, but opening to reveal the butter-anointed, gleaming anus as he withdrew. It twinkled and winked at him as he watched, his cock out straight in front of him, untouched and unwanked. His wife was coming, announcing her orgasm in little, squeaking cries of encouragement. Her orgasm was just dying away when her new lover spurted his hot, vigorous cum into her. As the boy's arse juddered and writhed with the orgasm, her husband entered the room and stood by the bed, between the bed and the wardrobe mirror. Neither of the temporarily satisfied couple noticed him till he spoke. 'Had a nice fuck then. Enjoyed shagging my wife, have you?' 'Heavens! My husband!' The young man stopped squeezing her tits, which he had been doing till he heard those ominous words, and hurriedly pulled out his still-hard, glistening cock. 'Wet dick! I'm not pleased with you, boy. I see from these...' He lifted the uniform pantaloons with a toe and dropped them...'that my wife has been shagged by a hotel waiter. I should complain to the management, I feel.' His stern words would have been even more effective were it not for the great stiff cock, and the obvious pleasure he took in posing in front of the mirror, with that huge erection. 'No, darling! He is so beautiful! And they would certainly sack him!' 'Please, sir. Let me off. She was naked and so beautiful! And they would send me back to Uruguay if no job.' 'I know she's beautiful when she's naked. No need to tell me that, cheeky boy.' He leaned down and caressed one of her tits, and then, as if with a second thought, rested his hand on the boy's thigh. His wife looked at him, at the boy, and took her cue. 'Angel! Angel, give yourself to my husband, and then he will be equal, revenged. Look, he's a fine man. Give yourself to him.' Her husband was caressing the boy's bottom now. His 'consent' to this suggestion was only too obvious. 'Kneel, boy.' 'Oh, sir, I couldn't!' 'Uruguay!' The boy knelt in the centre of the bed. A picture of desirable, young, muscled love-toy. She arranged herself so the lad's face was resting on her breasts. Her husband knelt behind, and without greasing up....there was plenty of butter-oil in the crease of the arse offered up to him...placed his knob exactly in the hole. He reached underneath and grasped the boy's cock in one hand, and his balls in the other. He pulled the boy onto him as he forced his cock into the clearly virgin bottom hole.The boy yelled with momentary pain, but the noise was partially smothered by the breasts. Within seconds, the boy was moving in rhythm with the thrusting penis, a sure sign he was finding pleasure in this, his first penetration. Indeed, he had never known pleasure like it...the firm grasp of his buttocks by one hand, the fondling of his cock by the other, the feel of muscled, hairy thighs against his smooth buttocks. He had a sudden realization that, if not gay, he was at least bisexual. This submission to a muscular, dominant, and very handsome man was different from fucking a girl...but just as exciting. He could feel he was in danger of coming, and disengaged his face from the tits and nipples he had been nibbling. He couldn't stop it. He was coming. He yelled his pleasure, and his lover felt his hand suddenly covered with cum, sure proof of the success of his fucking. He held the throbbing cock until all the cum had been milked out, then wiped his hand on the smooth, white arse. Now it was time for him. He thrust deeper and harder, lightly spanking the buttocks with each thrust. He felt the orgasm mounting, until, with several draining spurts, he emptied himself into the eager, satisfied bottom. His wife laughed. 'I love to watch you boys fucking. You're so serious about it!' They lay a few moments...the boy with his eyes shut and a smile on his face. He was still hard! He opened his eyes as he felt a mouth enclose his cock, teasing it to full erection. It was his lover of a moment or two before. He moved so the man's limp cock was available for him, and took it in his mouth. It was the man's turn to laugh. 'Not for an hour or so I'm afraid. Not like you sixteen year olds. I tell you what though. Because you've been such a good fuck, and to show you you're bi...like me and my wife...I'll offer you my wife's lovely tight little arsehole! How would you like that?' 'Don't ask me whether I want...' She wasn't really complaining. That was clear as she was applying butter to her smooth arsehole, and working it in, before laying on her belly, her cunt and arse raised by the bending of one shapely leg under her. Her man lay back admiring the energy with which the young Latino shagged her, and the enthusiasm with which she received his cock. He started half-kneeling behind her, and her man could see the shaft penetrate, and then force home. Her hand crept under her body and he saw it start to tickle her clit before the boy collapsed on her arse, removing the view. It wouldn't be long, he thought, as her little squeaking cries and pants were replaced by the noisier sounds of her orgasm. The boy was grunting hard, and it was obvious from his contorted face when he came. Next morning, he rang down for their breakfast tray, and went through to the bathroom to run his shower. She lay under the bedclothes, dozing, hoping young Angel would again bring their morning treat. A knock. 'Enter!' It was not Angel. A trim black girl deposited the tray on the table and drew the curtains. She sat up in bed, giving the maid a fleeting glimpse of her breasts before pulling the sheet up over them. 'Not bad!' the maid thought, and she could still see the shape of the breasts, and especially the hard nipples through the sheet. She bent over to pick up a fallen napkin...quite deliberately giving the guest an equally fleeting view of her long, ebony legs and the dazzling white of her panties, tight over her crotch. 'Not bad!' the other thought as she looked at the girl. The sunlight streaming through the window now the curtains were opened silhouetted the girl, shone through her light, nylon housecoat, showing the shape of her hips and legs. 'Not bad!' And she came to a decision. As she reached for her purse on the bedside table, again her lovely breasts revealed. She took a bill out of the red leather wallet and laid it on the bedside table. 'There's a fifty says you slip that coat off and slip into bed with me for a few minutes...' The maid giggled and came over to the bed. She took the red note and slipped it into her coat pocket. She thought to herself, 'I'd have this one for free. But fifty's fifty!' And she slipped her coat off. She always wore good lingerie...though more often it was a man than a woman guest who had the benefit of it! She slipped her tits out of the white bra before reaching round to unclasp it. She smiled at the girl on the bed, who had thrown the covers off. 'You're lovely!' 'And you're not bad either, ma'am!' In the shower, he was just drying off, and could hear them talking. Gingerly, he moved the door an inch and peeped through the gap. The maid saw the door move, but gave no sign. She could see from the room that there had been a man there, and now knew where he was! Well, she'd give him a show too. She turned so he would get her breasts in profile as she leaned over to unclasp the stockings. Slowly, she rolled one stocking down, and then the other. He was hard. On the bed, his woman could feel her cuntlips plumping, her clit hardening, and her juices flowing. The girl kept her knickers on as she stood, ready, by the bed. 'Here! Beside me. Kiss me.' She knelt beside the woman, who was still reclining against the thick pillows. Their tongues touched. Their lips met. The blonde's tongue penetrated the black girl's mouth, and her hands grasped the firm, almost muscular hips. 'What's your name?' 'Lizzie.' 'Kneel down, Lizzie.' As she spoke, she was forcing the girl over, so her bottom was exposed to her man's view. She caressed the round, firm buttocks, kneading them through the slippery satin. Then she eased the panties down till they stretched across plump cunt lips. Her arse and cuntlips were naked of any hair. Bare. Just how she and Sam really liked them. Certainly best for sucking! She lowered her lips to the girl's other lips, and planted a kiss, before slipping her tongue into the scarcely-open slit. The smooth arsehole was very tempting, but it was into the salty-sweet vagina she slipped her tongue. The lovely arse wriggled under her. The panties were getting in her way, effectively denying her the girl's clit as she knelt there. She tried to pull them further down...they wouldn't come, as her legs were splayed. The black girl rolled over, and raised her arse. Now they came off! Slipping down over smooth, athletic thighs. They kissed again, mouth on eager mouth, hands learning the contours of each others' bodies. Though young, the maid had had so many bodies to play with like this. Suddenly, she thought how strange it was that they were all different, to the feel as well as to the eye. And yet, all so similar. With this thought, she reached down and felt the familiar nub of the blonde's clit, while she gently tweaked a rose-red nipple with her pursed lips. Seconds later, they were in the classic position for mutual satisfaction. From his doorway, Sam watched as his wife pulled the girl on top of her and buried her face between those lithe, brown cheeks, spreading the lips so he could see the pink within, shining and gleaming as his wife tongued her. And was tongued in her turn! He couldn't see this part of the action, but the way the colored girl's head moved, and the wriggles and heaves of his wife's body under her made it clear she too was getting a good licking. She came first, but only seconds before the girl. They lay motionless. Both had their eyes closed. Both were smiling. He came up to the bed, and reached out to fondle the ebony bum. The girl started. His wife opened her eyes, and before the girl could protest, spoke. 'And another fifty if my man can have you.' No reply, but no protest. In fact, you could almost see her bottom move provocatively under his palm. Both hands, now, in fact. Shit! What a lovely arse, he thought. He rolled her over, off his wife, and onto her back. She lay there, her legs spread, her lips and clit swollen from his wife's loving attentions. He reached down and one hand on her breast, the other rubbed at her clit, and then up and down in the slit, transferring her juices from her cunt to her arse. 'Well, if that's what he wants, that's all right by me,' she thought, raising her bottom a bit so his now-lubricated index finger could enter her. His cock followed where his finger had led. She was relaxed, and easy for him to penetrate. It was almost as if she was drawing him into her, as she raised her hips to meet his first long, slow, regular thrust. Her tiny, high-pitched squeal was of pleasure, he decided, not pain. This would be a good one! What a delight to have an eager arse under your cock! An experienced and willing arse! She was fingering her clit now as he penetrated and withdrew, slow and measured. Each thrust in was met by her hips, and each withdrawal with that strange little squeak...all very stimulating. He found himself wishing he hadn't jerked his prick while watching them from the bathroom. It was going to be difficult to make this last. He tried disengaging his mind from the shagging...thinking about the meeting on Monday. Nothing less exciting than that! It worked for a moment or two, but then she started to come, her busy finger flying up and down over her clit. He looked down at that, and could feel her orgasm as spasms ran through her body, making her contract on his cock, squeezing it, milking him. It was too much! He stopped trying to make it last and let himself go with huge, hard thrusts timed with the arching of her belly towards him. As the hot cum jetted into her, she thought to herself 'A hundred for two orgasms with two beautiful yuppies! Not bad for a working girl.'As soon as he withdrew, she got up from the bed, wiping the cum from her arse on a bedsheet. 'Fuck!' she thought, 'I've been here twenty minutes! Have to run!' She was dressing as the blonde reached in her purse and peeled off another note, laying it on the bedside breakfast tray. 'Can't you stay for another?' 'More than my job's worth, ma'am. Much as I'd like to. That was good!' 'I was disappointed when it wasn't Angel this morning...but not now. How about both of you bringing us our breakfast tomorrow...that's our last day here.' 'Poor Angel! He got the sack yesterday morning.' She slipped the second fifty into her pocket with the first. 'The manager found him asleep...must have been just after he left you! But there's another very nice boy I could bring along. Only don't exhaust him too. Good jobs with good tips and extras are hard to come by here. Especially the extras.'

Authors/Joyce/Grand_Hotel.txt

Lady Joyce Hamilton

Pip

'I know what will get you hard again, sweetie. I'll tell you about the first boy I ever had.' 'Oh, please, darling. I'll just lay here and suck your lovely cock.' ............................... 'Well, it must have been about a month after Mr. Olsen introduced me to the joy of sex. Probably about my fourth visit to his apartment. He had just given me a lovely suck, and then finished off in my bottom.' "I expect you have some other friends, boys at school, to have cock fun with?" "Jeez no. They're all dead against it. If they want to wind someone up, they call him gay...always leads to fights. Only they don't say 'gay': it's 'cock-sucker', 'faggot', 'bummer', 'mont', 'brown nose', 'arse bandit', 'shirt lifter', 'poofter', and all sorts of other insults. And they boast about their girls." "And yet one in ten of them will be gay. It's a fact." "Jeez, that means two others in my class. I mean with me that makes three." "Probability says must be one and possibly three more. Statistics." 'On the long bus journey home from his place, half across the city, I got to thinking about his "statistics". There just had to be one other among the boys I knew. And with the vigour of a fourteen-year-old boy, I needed sex more regularly than my one afternoon a week with Mr. Olsen. Wanking was okay in its way, but the real thing was so much better now I'd experienced it! In the back seat of the top deck, I had a quick look at one of the two magazines he had lent me. ("But save some cum for me next week!").' 'On Mondays in the school holidays, I used to cycle out to the golf-course with my friend Phillip (we all called him Pip), and we would hunt for golf-balls lost over the weekend. These we would sell to the professional, who would use them on the driving range, or sell them back to the members. There was usually enough money for cigarettes and other contraband. We always used the same technique. One would go up the left side of the fairway, looking for balls hooked into the rough, the other opposite looking for slices. Slices always found more than hookers. We would both then do the rough at the back of the green before moving on to the next hole.' 'That Monday it had been hot, we were both shirtless, and our rucksacks seemed heavy when we got to where we usually stopped for lunch. This was a great weeping willow, incongruous and out of place among the scrubby heathland trees. Under it was dry on wet days, and cool on hot days like that one. It was also well away from the fairways, and our own private place.' We emptied our bags. "Twenty-five me." "Jeez, and I've got nineteen." "Forty-four: best yet." "And nearly all good ones." "Must have had matches Saturday and Sunday. They always use good balls for competitions." I found myself looking at Pip, perhaps because of my new sex life with Mr. Olsen, perhaps because of the books he had lent me, perhaps because on the bus a couple of days before I had thought about Pip, fantasizing sex with him as I spurted spunk into the back of the seat in front of me. He really was good-looking, blonde like me, tanned, sweaty from his exertions in the heat, with bits of dry bracken and heather sticking to his hairless chest. He had nice, full lips, and long eyelashes. I looked at his nipples. They were brown, like mine, but looked bigger to my eyes. He lolled back against the trunk of the willow, beside me. It was surprising he was not more popular. Like me, he was a good sportsman, but like me, he was a loner, not a real "team-player". Perhaps the other boys sensed we were different. Perhaps he was the other gay boy "statistics predicted". My eyes drifted down to his crotch, and I suddenly realised there was something different in the way he was looking at me. He was looking at mine, too. 'I took a swig from my Coke bottle, and devoured the pork pie. His didn't last much longer.' "Let's stay here a bit, Pip. Too bloody hot out there." "Too right. And we've found a lot already." "I found a wank book on the bus Saturday. Wanna look?" "Something to do. Yeah!" 'We had never even wanked together before, so I felt this was real progress. I moved closer to him so we could share the images. My bare leg brushed his. He did not recoil, so I moved an inch even closer, and our thighs were pressed one against the other. I opened the book on our laps, turning the pages slowly. Of the two books Mr. Olsen had lent me, this was the least hardcore. It would have been considered 'soft porn' perhaps if it had not been gay. As it was, there were page after page of naked men, some huge and muscled, some ordinary-looking guys, some twinks, and some who looked not much older than us (though they probably were!). We looked in silence, and I felt my cock straining at my shorts, under the magazine. Then, suddenly, Pip put his hand on mine to stop me turning the page.' "Jeez. Look at him." "Fuckin' 'ell, look at that cock on him." 'It was a huge, muscled guy, tanned, muscles rippling. He was pictured part-profile, photographed from low down, and his cock was profiled against the cloudless sky. It was huge, and I mean neither you nor I, darling, will ever have seen a bigger one.' .......................................... 'I'm not a size queen, sweetie.' 'I know you're not, darling, and nor am I. But Pip was at that moment!' ........................................... 'I realised the effect this particular picture was having on him, and decided the time had come. "I've gotta jerk off." 'I gave him the book, undid my belt buckle, lifted my arse and slipped my shorts down. I had not put on underpants that morning (thinking ahead to this moment), and my cock was standing clear. I started to stroke it.' "Jeez. I've got to too. Look at the prick on that guy." 'Such welcome, hoped-for words, and even better, he stood up, and pulled his shorts off. Then he sat down again and slipped his cock out of the side of his white cotton underpants. We sat side-by-side, each stroking his own little cock.' "We're neither of us anywhere near as big as that guy." "Don't suppose many are. That's why they photoed him." Pip had a nice little cock, probably a bit longer and broader than mine. But whereas mine was straight, his had a sort of bow in it, not much, but enough to make it look especially eager and keen. I'm cut, of course, but he was not, though as he wanked, his knob was clear of his foreskin. Time to start to 'talk dirty' according to my planned seduction. "I wouldn't mind jerking that huge cock for him." "Too right." "But this is okay too. Better than mine." 'I reached over with my left hand and held his cock, displacing his hand from the base of it.' "Let me..." 'But I already was stroking his cock up and down between my thumb and forefinger, gently and fast, the way I like it. And, Joy!, he reached for mine and was jerking me. I looked in his face, but he was avoiding my glance.' 'So we, two teenage boys with all the vigour of fourteen-year-olds, jerked each other. It was nice to be able to get my hand properly round him, as Mr. Olsen was too big for me, and I liked the feel of the foreskin slipping up and down under my palm. It was too much for me, but I wanted more. I suddenly, not to give him time to protest, leaned over and sank that pretty cock in my mouth.' "Jeez!" ................................................ 'Those were the days, darling. What did it feel like in your mouth?' ............................................ 'You wish, don't you, you naughty girl. I was able to get the whole length in easily, not like with Mr. Olsen. As I bobbed up and down on him, he was laying back, eyes closed, and hands not touching me, completely passive. But then I felt his hips beginning to move, rising to meet my mouth each time I sank down on him. I fluttered my tongue up and down the front of his cock as I sucked hard, just like I'd learned in that West London flat. He groaned and moaned, and his upward thrusts were getting more urgent. I took his cock out and looked at it, straining and red-knobbed. It shone from my saliva. I licked down the front and licked his balls: just the hint of a few sparse and fine golden hairs.' "Don't stop!" 'I gave him my best, sucking and sliding my lips up and down his shaft, holding his balls in one hand and rubbing and squeezing his cock with the other. I had no need to wank my own, which was on the edge of coming at any moment. Then I felt his legs straighten, his hips rise, and heard him muttering incoherently. My mouth filled with his cum, warm and silky cum. I held his cock in my mouth for a minute or two, and felt the hardness go until it was completely soft. I let go, and sat beside him again, back to the tree trunk.' "Jeez. That was good." 'He looked at me shyly, his eyes not wanting to meet mine. Our glances met, and he looked down timidly. I noticed how long and feminine his eyelashes were. He was a very pretty boy.'I was aware my cock was twitching, close to coming even though untouched. "Shall I? I mean can I do something for you, Kevin?" "Oh, yes, please, Pip." He lay beside me and very tentatively kissed the eye of my knob. It twitched, and he laughed. Then, timidly, he closed his mouth around the helmet. I groaned. Then there was that lovely feeling as my shaft sank into his virgin mouth. I would have liked to run my fingers through his curly blonde hair, but it was safer just to lay there passive and let him experiment. He was sucking me well now, gobbling up and down on my cock. I felt myself coming. I tried to control it, to lengthen this first pleasure. But I looked down at his naked shoulders and chest, tanned and smooth, and I came, filling his mouth with my young spunk. He gagged a bit, but he swallowed. We sat side-by-side, silent. I knew what was going through his mind, as I remembered what I felt when Mr Olsen first taught me boy-love. He would be shell-shocked, appalled and astounded by the strength of the orgasm, by the power of the pleasure that had filled his mind and body. He would be scared by the sudden realization that he must be gay, and yet excited by that prospect at the same time. I waited for him to speak, to recover. "I never knew, Kevin." "That it could be so good? That's how I feel, Pip. It was so good..." "Kevin, Tuesday, tomorrow, my parents go out to their Bridge evening. We could do it on my bed..." "I'd like that. I'll come round after tea." "Have tea at my place. They go out at six and don't come back till ten. We can have some fun." Shall I fuck you now, darling? Or do you want to tell me about the Tuesday while I just suck you? That evening, as soon as his parents' car left the drive, we went up to his bedroom. I got the impression he'd tidied it for this special occasion. We lay on the bed, and I dared to kiss him. I felt him flinch at this intimate and "un-masculine" act, but for a moment only, and then his lips were open for my tongue to enter his mouth. After all, my knob had been in there the day before, and a load of warm cum! This act of intimacy seemed to release some inhibition in him, and for the next five minutes we were writhing together, kissing and caressing. No honeymoon couple could have been more passionate! I managed to get my hands up under his shirt and remember marveling at the silky smoothness of his back, and feeling his hands caressing my back. "Let me..." I pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. "Me too..." His fingers were picking at the buttons on my shirt and a second later it joined his on the carpet. We were embracing again, tongues fighting for possession, but naked chest to naked chest now. Minutes later we came up for air. I stroked his bare chest, hairless and tanned. His nipples stood hard, like the heads of small nails, as my palms brushed over them. I leaned over and took one brown nipple between my lips, nibbling gently at it. He moaned, and his hands gripped my shoulders tighter. The other one now, and another groan of ecstasy. Down now, my lips brushing his naked flesh, my tongue round his belly-button, and a giggle from him. As we lay, his shorts were tight over his flat belly. I unclasped the leather belt, undid the top button, and slowly, treasuring the moment, slid the zip down. He was wearing white 'y-fronts'. I could see the shape of his hard cock, and grasped it through the thin cotton. I leaned over him and took it in my mouth, sideways on, mouthing the front of it through the cotton. There was a damp patch of pre-cum. I licked that. His hands were still on my shoulders. I slipped a hand into each side of the waistband, and he lifted his hips to help me as I drew down his shorts and underpants together. There it was, that little triangle of golden boy-hairs, and that pretty cock, with its alluring bend in it. The shorts joined the rest of our clothes on the carpet. He was naked now, and I ran my hands over his whole body, neck, chest, belly, thighs, calves. "You too..." And he was struggling with my belt and zip. Finally he worked it out, and pulled my shorts down. I wore no underpants (ready for this session!) We hugged and kissed again, but naked this time, hard little cocks straining against each other. I rolled so I was half on top of him and felt his hands stroking down my back, kneading my buttocks. I had one arm under him, but was able to caress his chest with my free hand. I found his nipple, and felt it harden as I tweaked it, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. He buried his face in my neck, kissing and licking. I looked down at his curly, blonde hair. Our legs were writhing together, and I realized he was trying to rub his cock against my body. "I've wanted this so much after yesterday. I was hard all night." "Jeez! Me too, Kevin. I didn't dare touch it in case I came." "Me, too. Saving my spunk for you, Pip." "I want to suck you again, Kevin." "Like this..." We lay side-by-side, and I felt his lips around my knob. I waited, savoring the moment by licking his hairless balls. As he lay, his body slightly over mine, I could see his hairless anus, rosy and very slightly puckered. I promised myself that pretty little anus, and those plump buttocks. But for now there was his pretty cock. As his lips slid down my shaft, accepting the full length, I took his into my mouth, and slowly slid my head down on it till my nose touched those golden pubic curls. As I sucked, I stroked his balls, lily-white in their tight sack. The golden hairs were a quarter-inch sparse fuzz there. I tapped gently with my forefinger on that so-desired anus, and saw it contract as I did so. Taking his lead from me, Pip had cradled my balls in his hand as if weighing them and was gently squeezing them as he sucked me. I got my arm out from under him and used my free hand to explore his body. If I was becoming hard and angular as I moved into adolescence, then Pip was soft and rounded, almost girlish. But he was a boy, of course, so I didn't mind. He still had a little of his pre-teen puppy fat, but would soon lose that.'The magazine was being lifted by two teenage cocks!' Ah yes. Pip turned the pages slower now and was surprised when the boys did not come in each other's mouths. The next few pages showed in glorious color why not. The black boy greased and finger-fucked the blonde's arsehole, and then greased his own cock. They lay in each other's arms kissing. The photographer had arranged it so he could get the act of penetration in close-up. "Jeez. I've heard of that, but thought it was just stories. Looks as if it must hurt." "I shouldn't think so. Look at the white boy's face." And, indeed, his face was the very picture of dreamy ecstasy as that slender black cock slipped into him, until their bodies were completely joined, bellies and chests and lips touching. "And he's hard too. Should think he'd go soft if it really hurt." More pages, and a change of position. Now the blonde was kneeling, and his black lover was going at him from behind. From the way those strong black hands dug into the white flesh of his bum, it looked as if he was fucking hard now. The kneeling boy was propped on one elbow and wanking his cock with his free hand. "I reckon the black boy could do that for him. Wank him, I mean. Reach under him and wank him." "Be nicer for both of them I should think." "Look, Pip, those pics have made me horny as hell. I guess I'd like to try that. Would you like to try to fuck me." "You sure?" "I told you ..." "Well, if you want..." "Any oil anywhere?" "In my parents' room. I'll get it." I watched as he crossed the room, his little cock waving like a miniature version of the flagpole he held in front of him in the school 'marching band'. I was desperate for that cute little arse, but knew I would have to let him fuck me first. Then it would be 'only fair' for him to let me fuck him. Even then, darling, I was manipulative, using school-boys' sense of honorable fair play to get my wicked ways! He returned with a white pot of some sort of cream. "Let me." I smeared some into my arse-crack and then greased his cock. I don't have to tell you how much I enjoyed my palm slipping up and down the shaft. "How do you want me? Face-to-face like they started, or kneeling, like they finished." "Kneeling, I think. It looks easier. But you gotta open me up a bit with your finger like they did." In fact, I prefer kneeling, as you know, Deirdre. With Mr Olsen, I mostly got fucked kneeling and liked the feeling of complete submission, helplessness you get that way. Face to face is more tender, like lovers, but doggy-style is fiercer and sexier somehow. And I got in that habit. Lasted all these years. Me too, Kay darling. When you've finished your story, I'll fuck you good and proper from behind. And get on and finish with it. I'm as randy as a fourteen-year-old, and can't wait to have your satin-clad arse. They're sensible, those open-crotch panties. Ooooh! I'll get on with it then. "We can start laying down. You lay on your back, and I can get my finger up you from underneath." And that was much nicer as I could caress him while he gently inserted his finger and started to finger-fuck me. I had to train him in exactly how to do it, but didn't want him to know yet how experienced I had become. And it suited me he was beginning to take control of the situation, seducing me as it were. "Sometimes there's a place where it is really nice. Sometimes you touch a bit that feels good, I mean really good. Feel around a bit and I'll tell you." His oily finger felt inside me, and there it was. "That's it. Just there! Press there! Ooooh! That's great." "It's a sort of small bump. Like that?" "Oh yes. I could come I think, like that. Jesus! That's good. Fuck! You better stick it in me before I come with your finger. I think I'm ready now. Shall I kneel down?" As I knelt in front of him, I felt his hands part my buttocks, and in the moments he lingered like that, I knew he was looking at my anus. I felt his face between my cheeks, and then his lips kissing my secret mouth. This was something Mr Olsen loved to do, and often he would lick and kiss me there for ages, sticking his tongue up me. So I was only surprised that Pip had done it by instinct, without having been taught, I giggled as his tongue, pointed, penetrated me. "That's lovely, Pip, but stick your cock up me, please. I scared I'll cum before you get it in, and that would spoil it." First, that delightful pressure of knob against anus as he sought to locate the angle for entrance. I helped him, reaching behind me to hold his cock and place it precisely where I wanted it. Pressure again, and the knob slipped into me. There was the usual momentary pang, and then the feeling of fullness as his shaft slipped into me. He was smaller, much smaller than Mr Olsen, my only other partner to that date, but his cock still found out the centre of my male pleasure as he slid it out and in again. 'Hark at her! Centre of my male pleasure! You mean here?' 'You know I do, darling. I love it when you finger-fuck me.' 'But even more when my nine inches are up you... Get on with the story, I can't wait much longer.' 'You're the one who interrupted me, darling. Where was I?' 'Young Pip was banging his little cock against your prostate.' Ah yes. I was kneeling so I could have wanked while he was shagging me, but I did not need to. Even then the feeling of a cock in me and thighs smacking into my arse was enough to bring me off without touching my cock. But Pip was, if anything, too eager. "I'm not sure how long I can hold out. You're lovely and tight and warm, Kevin. Jeez, this is good." "It's lovely, Pip. Fuck me as hard as you want. Faster. Oooh, yes!" His thighs crashed into my buttocks, and he was slapping me with the free hand: the other was clutching at the flesh of my arsecheeks. I had to lean back into him or the weight of his body as he shagged me would have collapsed me onto the mattress. "Jeez. I'm coming. Fuck!" Three more thrusts, and with each one, he was spurting deep inside me. I collapsed into the mattress, and we lay there, his cock twitching and throbbing still inside me, me deliberately contracting and releasing my arse. He had been too quick for me, and my cock was still hard, my balls still full of cum. My turn now! 'Keep it short, sweetie, or I'll come over your arse instead of up it.' 'Don't want that, darling. So I will. Not much to tell really.' 'Take your time, sweetie, and tell it properly. It isn't every day you get to seduce a pretty fourteen-year-old lad.' 'More's the pity... Where was I?' 'Your turn now....' His cock slipped out of me with that delicious long slide, and I turned on my side to hold him tight and kiss him in gratitude. "That was great, Pip, the best ever." "Really? I was afraid I would hurt you." "Only for a second or two then it was great. I want it again! But first..." I rolled him over onto his side and then onto his belly. He had the most perfect, flawless back, and I just wanted to kiss and caress him there again. I lay on him, my full weight over him and my cock resting along the crease of his bottom. I kissed the back of his neck and licked the fine, golden hairs there, ruffling his blonde locks with my fingers. He was not quite as muscled as me, but his shoulders were good, and I caressed them while I licked and kissed his back between them. Down now to the small of his back, and he wriggled as I stroked and kissed him there, just above the white tan line made by his swimming trunks. I licked with the tip of my tongue, tracing that tan-line along its length, that boundary between the boy's public, sun-tanned beauty and the secret beauty of his white and soft-skinned buttocks. Down now to savour that white silkiness with my lips, and he wriggled again as I planted a kiss on each cheek. I parted them with a palm on each and there was the so-desired bottom-hole, pink and puckered like a young flower still in bud, a rose nestling there. I felt lust, but a sudden tenderness, which surprised me. I knelt forward and planted a wet kiss there. He giggled, and his hips lifted slightly inviting my tongue. With a pointed tongue, I licked round in a circle, and then penetrated him. His hips rose further, and I gained another quarter inch, feeling his anus contract on the invading tongue. In and out and round and round I rimmed him, caressing buttocks and back at the same time. "Nice?" "Don't stop!" His buttocks felt warm and smooth as silk against my cheek. "I want to see if I can find that place you found in me, where it is good." "OK." I scooped a dollop of the white cream onto the end of my finger and transferred it to the crease of his arse. It melted, and his anus glistened. I pressed the tip of my index finger against it, and the tip slipped into him: I let it slide up to the first joint. "OK?" "Mmmmm. It was further in than that." I knew, of course, exactly where it was. Mr Olsen had taught me that and a lot more! But I played the game, sliding my finger in and out of him without touching his prostate. "OK? Nice?" "OK. But not great. Not like you said." I allowed my finger to touch his prostate, lingering there and pressing, stroking it. "Oh yes! That's the place. Jeez! That's good." "I know where it is now. Got it."I made sure that each time I slid my finger in, I prodded that magical little bump, and soon had two fingers in him, approaching the width of my little cock. I was confident now that I would have him, my first little boy arse, my first seduction. I reached under him and found he was hard again. Oh, to be fourteen! 'We've got Viagra now, sweetie.' 'Better stop finger-fucking me, darling. I've nearly finished the story now. Don't interrupt again!' "You must be enjoying it. You're hard again!" "You want me to fuck you again, Kevin?" "Mmmm. But I'd like to see what it's like to fuck you first, Pip. It's only fair." "I suppose so. But stop if I say." "Kneel up for me..." I parted those tender white cheeks again, and there was that pretty little anus, glistening now with the melted oil, still tight closed despite my, finally, three fingers inside him. I knew, however, I had relaxed and stretched him, and there would be no real difficulty. There was plenty of lubricant already, but I wiped my cock once up and down his crease to get oil on my knob, and then placed it over his anus. Gripping my cock with an oily left hand, I pushed the knob firmly against him, without actually penetrating. Everyone loves the feel of that, even virgins. "That's nice, Kevin." I pushed harder, and my knob slid in. He flinched, and I had to grab him by the hips to keep him from escaping on all fours. "Oh no! That hurts, Kevin. Stop, please. I don't like it." But I gripped him tight, could see my fingers biting into the white flesh, and with a steady pressure, inch by inch possessed him. As soon as my thighs rested on his buttocks and I was fully in him, I pulled out but only as far as my knob. I knew from my first time with Mr. Olsen that the feeling of the cock being pulled out was nice, even in the first few seconds, like a good shit(!), and also that I had to keep my cock moving if I was to finally give him pleasure. It might seem kind to pause, but the best was just to fuck him, gently but firmly. I was somewhat chastened when I heard him starting to sob, but knew I just had to carry on.... I've started, so I'll continue! And my justification soon appeared as the sobs stopped and were replaced by little panting squeaks. I went at him harder, and the squeaks became moans, not of pain but of pleasure. I was half aware that he had reached under himself and was wanking his cock as I shagged him. His arse was completely relaxed, and I slid easily in and out, with it just tight enough to give me my pleasure in turn. "That's good! Harder, Kevin. Oh, fuck! You were right. It is good. Jesus, I'm going to come." I had been controlling myself on the verge of coming for several minutes: now I reached beneath him and felt his cum splash onto my wrist. I could come! And with three huge thrusts deep into him, I did just that, draining my balls into him. We were both exhausted, and I rolled sideways, still holding him, and we lay together, my cock still half-hard in him and his arse still gripping and releasing me. We lay silent, panting for minutes, while I kissed his and licked his neck. "You were right, Kevin. I'm so glad you did not stop when I said." "Kiss me, Pip." "I don't think I can fuck again yet." "Nor me. Let's get some food and then perhaps we'll be ready again. I've got some cigarettes, and let's see if your Dad's got any beer in the fridge; I'll tell you about a guy I know. You should meet him. You'll like Mr. Olsen." 'But that's another story, eh, Sweetie? Now kneel for me so your panties frame that cute arsehole....'

Authors/Joyce/Pip.txt

Hamilton Joyce

One Good Turn

'I enjoyed that, Marcel. Like the old days!' 'They were good, weren't they. We should have kept in touch.' 'I agree, Jean Luc. But you went to Africa, didn't you.' 'For a bit. You haven't changed, you know. Still got your boyish good looks. But it must be, what? Fifteen years? How do you do it?' 'Only one way I know. Plenty of sex. I have a different girl...or sometimes boy...every day if I can.' 'Must keep you busy, Marcel.' He was resting his cheek on his partner's thigh as they talked, nuzzling his now-limp cock occasionally. 'Not really. You know I'm head of security at the hypermarché. Well, you wouldn't believe the number of shoplifters we catch. Over two thousand a year. Hardly a day goes by without at least five.' 'So?' 'Well, I find that given the choice between the disgrace of court and all that, they're happy to take the easier way out...' 'You mean.....' 'You've got it in one. I make the more 'respectable' an offer they can't refuse. It's a matter of picking out the right ones. And luckily, it is the more respectable who are the juiciest catches...' 'Fascinating. Tell me more. I mean, how did you get to start? It seems pretty risky.' 'My first was a pretty little black girl. She took me back to my Africa days, and I just couldn't resist her. It's not really risky. No witnesses. And then I pick them carefully. Girls mostly...but if a particularly pretty boy comes along. Well. You know me!' 'Tell me about that first one.' 'I had her on film, slipping a lipstick into her pocket. She looked so demure standing there in the office in her pure white clothes, so bright against her soft brown skin. She was trying so hard to please...and get off. I can still remember how you could see her brown nipples through the thin cloth, and the gleaming white panties, a shapely bikini. She was arse-grippingly, balls-achingly lovely.' 'She must have been, Marcel. You've gone hard again. I'll suck and lick you while you tell me about her.'I've left early, changed into swimming trunks, and gone for a stroll round the Chateau, looking for my afternoon pleasure. I expect you'd like me to run into young Robin? He likes to wear lingerie and is sexually very versatile. 'Yes! Robin!' 'Well, hard luck, Marcel. Robin, in knickers, stockings and high heels, perfumed and smooth, is in bed with the British Ambassador. But this is as nice. Four little girls lying in the sun, getting an all-over tan! Three brunettes and a blonde, all with their tiny tits and pretty little mounds. They are pleased to see me and sit up on their elbows as I approach, accentuating their nascent breasts. Mary, the cheeky little brunette second from the right, greets me. 'Monsieur le Prefet, Therese was just hoping a gentleman would come along.' The girls were giggling most charmingly. 'She says the heat of the sun makes her randy.' 'Mary! How could you.' Therese's mock anger led her to lean over and wrestle Mary, till she was lying on top of the girl. This was certainly just an excuse to let me see her lovely adolescent bum, with only the hint of a bikini-line to mar her suntan. They struggled a moment. 'It's true, Monsieur.' This from Julie, whose cunt-lips were so appetizingly bare of even the lightest fuzz, and whose mons seemed to have been coiffed by an expert. 'She's begging for you!' Mary turned over, onto her back, and back into her place. 'Shall we, Monsieur. I would so like to....' 'Of course, Therese. I love you more than all, as you know. I'm in the grand salon today. I'm going to have a swim to freshen...but expect me there in a quarter of an hour.' 'Now, that's nice, Marcel. Like that, with your finger up me.' Well, fifteen minutes and an invigorating swim. In the salon, Therese awaits me, in her childish underwear. She knows what I enjoy. She drops her blue jeans to her ankles and slips both hands down the front of her cotton knickers, smiling coyly. Her tits scarcely swelled her tight t-shirt, suggesting but not revealing the tiny pleasures to come in our afternoon. 'Would Monsieur like me to take these off, and dry him?' Without waiting for an answer, she rubbed her hand against the front of my trunks, before drawing them down with both hands. 'Oh la la!' My cock was standing, as you would expect, Marcel, as she rubbed the dampness of my swim from my hips, thighs, balls, arse and cock. I held her in my arms, feeling her firm little body nestling against mine. She licked my chest, and a tiny hand felt down my belly, down between us, till it gently grasped my rampant cock. My hands slipped down inside her panties, plain cotton, and felt her bottom, my thumb slipping up into her crack. She was excited. I guessed she'd been masturbating thinking about me. Surely she couldn't have got so juicy just feeling my cock and my hands on her body? 'Monsieur would like me naked?' She stepped back and kicked the jeans from her ankles before dropping her panties to show me again that delightful belly, bum and cunt. She reached up with both arms and pulled the t-shirt over her head. Her tits stood beautifully as she stretched upwards. Her cunt lips seemed to have swollen since the afternoon. I was ensured a passionate romp with my angel! 'You are very lovely, my dear. I love your sweet little-girl body. Come here and kiss me.' My cock was hard against her belly-button as we embraced, me leaning downwards to kiss her on her lips, her breasts pressed against me, and me feeling the crease between her arsecheeks. 'Look at the present I've got you!' She clapped her hands. 'I love presents.' She tore at the wrappings, and the lovely flimsies fell out. 'It would give me the greatest pleasure if you would put them on, sweet Therese, and do some ballet exercises for me!' 'I'd love that!' There on the carpet in front of me, as I sat on the edge of the bed, she did the most beautiful stretching and dancing exercises. The thin, transparent nylon panties and flimsiest of body tops I'd bought her hid nothing of her body. Indeed, Marcel, I found as I always do that the glimpses of a young, eager-lipped cunt through nylon, of young, hard-nippled tits through nylon, is as stimulating, no more so, as the naked body. Anyway, I watched, entranced as she went through the routines. 'May I undress, and pleasure Monsieur?' She stripped off her new lingerie, folding it carefully back into its boxes. She approached me as I sat, on edge in more ways than one! She lay on her back across the bed, and I knelt over her. She knew what I would want first, and opened her mouth, seizing my hips with both hands and pulling me to her. I knelt over her, resting my balls against her tits. My cock, she grasped, and placed the knob between her lips, her teeth gently nibbling it. Yes, Marcel, just like that. Better stop for a moment or I'll come...and that would be a waste. Anyway, it only took a minute or so for this teenage whore to suck me off, and she was giggling, her eyes shining, as my spunk sprayed into her mouth, over her hair, her face, and, yes, her tits. She licked the last drops from the end of my cock, and then rubbed the spunk into her tits with both hands. 'Mary says it helps them to grow nicely.' 'I expect she's right!' Good on you, Mary, I thought. Tell them to get spunk on their tits...to the benefit of mankind in general! I was still hard. 'Please, Monsieur. I need it so much!' She opened her legs, still laying on her back, and pulled the lips of her cunt even further apart. She gasped, and then smiled as I pressed my knob, still wet with cum and her mouth, between the open lips and up into her. Her flat belly rose to meet me as I gradually thrust the whole length up and into her. You wouldn't think a young girl would be able to accommodate such a weapon, but I ensure you she took it all and closed her eyes as her pubes ground against mine, as if she wanted it even deeper. I could feel her vigorous young cunt gripping and relaxing, gripping and relaxing, as if milking me. This was one of the delights of fucking Therese....perhaps one day you'll have her Marcel...as a reward for sucking me like that. I watched her as I fucked for a minute or two, feeling her hard little tits. Then she stretched her arms up to me, inviting me to hold her close. I collapsed onto her bosom, and her legs closed behind my back. I shagged her harder, and her little heels beat a tattoo on my buttocks. 'Yes, Marcel. Now! God that's good. I'm coming!' And of course, I came off in her, filling her cunt with my cum, in exact time with the gripping and heaving of her own orgasm. 'I swallowed it all. Lovely! Was that all.' 'For coming and fucking, yes. But she called out of the window to one of her little classmates, and the two of them gave me a quite delightful little lesbian exhibition for half an hour or so. After they came, I went down to the pool for a few drinks with the boys before dinner. 'I envy you your little girls...and boys.' 'As I envy you your little boys, girls, and juicy young housewives. Especially the most respectable ones! And I've a suggestion.' 'I'm all ears, Jean Luc.' 'Well, how about you coming to Rosebuds once a month, and I'll take on your security duties once a month?' 'Can you get me in?' 'No problem. A lot of people like to take their spouses or lovers for threesomes and orgies. So it's quite normal.' 'You're on then. But once a fortnight each way!' There were several adults, men and women, wandering around singly or in groups of two or three. Naked or near-naked boys and girls chatted and laughed with them, or indeed played with each other, again in twos or groups. Marcel recognised some of the men as leading politicians, businessmen, actors, and some of the women from their roles on the silver screen. Many of the women were very beautiful. Some of them scarcely a year or two older than the children. He chatted with Jean Luc, who introduced him to some of the other members. He was not embarrassed by the hard-on induced by these beautiful, near-naked people, a hard-on obvious beneath his tiny satin swimming trunks. He fondled Jean Luc's bum openly as they strolled about, and couldn't fail to notice his friend and bed-fellow had a hard cock too. 'Ah! Here they are.' They stopped by the pool. On the pool-edge diving board, two boys, a blonde and a brunette, were laying in an embrace. The blonde seemed in ecstasy, his eyes closed, but the brunette, lying beneath him, his hands clasped round his fellow's back, had seen them. His eyes made contact with Jean Luc. Jean Luc knelt beside the couple and added his own hands to the two caressing the blonde boy's back, lower down. In fact, to tell the truth, not his back at all. Jean Luc went direct for the smooth, firm buttocks so appetizingly displayed. The blonde boy opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder. 'Good afternoon, Monsieur Jean Luc.' 'Hello, Jerome. And hello, Robin. May I introduce you to my good friend Monsieur Marcel.' The two boys, politely, stood up from their embrace, and, incongruously both with erect pricks from their boyish embrace, shook hands with the newcomer, as etiquette demands. 'Robin. I've been telling Marcel all about you. What a delightful companion you are.' 'Monsieur is too kind, and a notorious flatterer.' The boy had the coy, female grace of an accomplished flirt. Marcel could feel his cock growing still more. And this was not lost on the naked boy. Yes, this cock looked very interesting indeed! 'Yes. Jean Luc has been telling me. And I could hardly wait to meet you. And now I see what a beautiful boy you are...and what a lovely cock...' He reached out and held the erect penis for a brief moment.'I would certainly like to get to know you much better.' 'You are very handsome, Monsieur!' Jean Luc intervened. 'Best for you two to go and get acquainted, while Jerome and I amuse ourselves. Jerome. A threesome. Which of the girls do you fancy with me?' They lay on the great double bed together. Legs intertwined. Bodies heaving against each other, maximizing the friction to cocks. Robin kissed divinely, and his little tongue flickered teasingly in and out of the older man's mouth. Both of them were fondling and feeling all flesh exposed...mainly backs, bottoms, thighs. Marcel was luxuriating in the smooth, hairless, firm body, trained by hours of dance exercise until the muscle-tone was perfect, without losing that slender litheness so delightful in a teenage boy. He still had his trunks on...he had been so eager to lay with this angel that he hadn't even taken the time to release his cock. 'Monsieur permits?' The boy moved his thighs momentarily away from the hairier thighs of the older man, and slipped both hands into the legs of his red trunks, and slowly, so slowly drew them down over his thighs. The cock sprang up, and the boy giggled, before grasping it. Marcel raised one knee, then the other to disengage from the trunks. 'I like satin, but Monsieur has such a lovely cock.' He pulled it forward and allowed it to spring back to the hairy stomach. 'I love satin too. Over there, on the chair. Put them on for me.' Eagerly, Robin leaped up, and undid the tissue paper to reveal a pair of lilac-pink knickers. He held them to his face, savoring the texture and the 'new fragrance'. He noted they were very good. Very expensive. Just as eagerly he pulled them on, his cock making a tent in them, destroying their line, but in the most exciting manner to the bisexual Marcel. 'Come here!' Marcel's voice had gone down a full tone, and was almost a growl. The boy recognized the timbre of true sexual passion, and lay beside him. Marcel grasped him, none too gently, by his hips and buried his face in the crotch of the knickers, seeking out the anus hidden beneath the shiny satin. Now his cheek against the cock-bulge, and his tongue licking at the flesh, nearly hairless of the boy's thighs. Robin wriggled from under the weight of his lover, and rolled him over on his side, then full on his back. How he loved these mature, hairy, muscular men. Yes, he liked his fellow boys, and (especially) the girls, and yes, the wives who sometimes chose him for their frolics with or without their partners. But these strong-cocked, hairy-buttocked men. Yes! very exciting. He grasped the turgid cock and balls in his left hand, and licked into the man's anus. Marcel groaned with pleasure, and wriggled, as if shagging the satin sheets, as the boy tongue-fucked his arse, and squeezed his cock and balls. As the boy lay across him, he was able to feel and fondle his satin-covered buttocks, one hand on the silks, and the other under, exploring his tight balls and hard little cock. He was moaning and muttering in his ecstasy, while Robin merely grunted as he tongued, faster and deeper. His cock demanded a mouth, bottom, hand...anything! He turned over, and knelt over the boy. Robin held the erect cock, so red and angry, tenderly between thumb and forefinger while he first licked the offered bollocks with the tip of his tongue, then kissed them several times with great enthusiasm, and now took one ball entirely into his eager mouth. His chest was smooth, tanned, hairless, and, rapt, Marcel leaned down, looking at the small but springily-erect cock, and tweaking his tiny, hard nipples. The boy was wriggling in his pleasure. But his hands did not reach down to his own cock, like many men Marcel had known...women too...but both hands concentrated on caressing his lover's cock, ball, hips, bottom cheeks, and, yes, into the crack moistened by his own tongue. 'Suck me. Suck me, Robin.' There was nothing Robin wanted more. Had wanted since he had seen that bulge by the pool. Marcel lay on his back, waiting to be serviced. He had not relinquished his hold on the boy's cock, under the pink panties, or his caressing of the boy's buttocks either through the nylon, or sometimes up and under it, into the very crease of his smooth buttocks. He was in heaven. And all it needed now was a warm, wet mouth to complete it! With an almost reverential gesture, the boy lowered his lips on the red, swollen knob. His eyes closed as he savored the moment. He grasped the cock lightly in his left hand, down among the black hairs at its root. Now both lips round the cock, which twitched in appreciation. His lips fully round the knob now, he let his tongue flutter around the front of it. Intolerable pleasure for the supine recipient, who remembered that fluttering motion in his own mouth, and yes, after that in his own arsehole. It was almost intolerably delightful. His hands left the boy's cock and arse as he succumbed to his own pleasure. Now the boy pressed his head down, his eyes open now, and slowly, so slowly, the whole length of Marcel's cock was enveloped in the warm wetness of the boy's mouth. He teased him a moment by holding it there, before starting a skilled sucking, gobbling motion. The cock was stimulated entirely by his mouth. The hands now wandered over belly, thighs and balls. Marcel groaned. Robin tasted a little drop of cum. He stopped a moment. 'Monsieur has a lovely big cock. It is of a length and a width to give great pleasure. Will he wish to fuck me. I would so like to have it up me.' 'Are you sure you can take it? I have hurt some men. And I don't want to hurt you, sweet Robin!' 'I want to be stretched and filled. Ream me, Monsieur.' Robin was pulling off his pink panties, and kneeled, wriggling his arse provocatively. He reached to the table...he knew this room well, and had often been fucked in this very bed, and squeezed the tube, applying the dollop to his anus. 'There! Please, Monsieur.' The boy leaned forwards on his elbows and bit into the sheets as the great knob penetrated him. Then the shaft pushed up and in in one motion, until Marcel's hairy thighs pressed against the smooth buttocks and thighs. The white bikini mark was fascinating, and as he pulled out before ramming in again he caressed it with both hands. Robin was moaning in pleasure now, and his lover settled into a long, raking movement, indeed stretching, filling and reaming as the boy had demanded. Marcel was surprised the boy wasn't wanking. Most boys and men he'd had wanked to completion as he fucked them. He always did when he was being fucked....not that he needed much wanking in that case. This thought was exciting...and what with the lovely body in front of him, the appreciative noises the boy was making, and the gripping of his vigorous anus, Marcel couldn't stop himself coming. He pumped into the boy's arse. No withdrawal to splatter over his tender white bum this first time. But great hot splashes right up into him. As soon as he felt him come, Robin spoke. 'Would Monsieur like me to fuck him. I have only a small cock, as Monsieur knows, but I am a willing fucker!' Marcel lay over the edge of the bed. Like Robin before him, he bit into the sheets as the boy entered him. He may not have been as big as a full-grown man, but wasn't small either. Presumably, a lot of exercise in this admirable establishment, he thought. Anyway, Robin knew what he was about, and as he shagged the muscular arse, methodically, measured, Marcel felt his cock rising, pressed into the satin sheet. Incredible! He was going to come again, and just with the impetus of this boy, expertly fucking with a knowledge beyond his tender age. Robin could feel the contractions of the anus gripping his cock, and hear the groans, and encouragement from his subject. He could feel the cock shagging into the sheets. He knew the moment was right. He allowed his hot come to spurt into the man's arse, two hot gushes. Then, removed, two more as he wanked it over the waiting buttocks. Marcel came into the sheets beneath him. 'It was very generous, Madame Duvalier, of my colleague to leave us here. No doubt he expects you to offer me a bribe to get you out of this mess you are in.' 'The name, Monsieur, is de Duvalier. And if you wish a bribe, you have only to ask. I would not have expected better. Head of Security! Pah!' 'I am rich, madame. I could buy and sell your banker husband! You should have thought of the impact of all this before you stole the armagnac. Why? Do you get a sexual thrill from such behaviour. You surely cannot need to take such risks for financial reasons?' 'My reasons are my own. But it is true, my husband will be ruined if this comes out. Is there? Is there.....?' 'To be honest, madame, since my colleague left us to arrange an accommodation, an idea has been forming in my mind. And in yours, too, I believe?' She made no answer. But looked down. 'You are a very beautiful woman. Immaculately groomed. You indeed have something that would interest me enough to forgive you this fault...' 'My body....?' 'Exactly, madame. Your lovely body. But with a completeness and abandon.' 'What do you require?' 'The services of an expensive whore. A Five thousand franc whore.' 'And what, precisely are those?' 'Good. I see we are in a negotiating mode. I shall require you to strip for me, and to give me willingly, and with abandon, your mouth, your cunt, and your pretty arse, to finger, to kiss and to fuck.'The whole may last as long as one hour. Perhaps less. Not longer. And for this you may keep your bottle...and your honour. You never know, you may like it. Many find me an attractive man, and a skilled lover. 'You flatter yourself, Monsieur. But I seem to have little choice.' She started to unbutton her blouse. Jean Luc watched as she slipped the blouse off and undid the clasp on her skirt. Her white underwear was even more dazzling than the white of her outer clothing. She was not at all shy, he noticed. The deal had been done, and like the aristocrat she was, she intended to adhere to it in the letter and the spirit. Not that there was anything truly whorish about her as she met his eye, slowly lowering the skirt till it was around her ankles, covering her white, high-heeled sandals. There was a very sexy contrast between the pure white of her shiny undies and the expensive sun-tan of her shoulders and hips. Jean Luc's turn now, and he was naked in a trice, his erect cock pointing at the half-naked woman as he faced her. Her eyes were drawn to his prick. She had never seen Claude, her husband, as hard as that, no, not even after she had wanked him. And certainly not just from the effect of her nakedness. She was fascinated by it. And, despite herself, could feel that tightness in her bosom that promised sexual excitement to follow. He growled for her to come to him. As she faced him, he placed a hand on each of her shoulders and forced her to her knees in front of him. He knew her tits would be stunning, but for the moment he contented himself with feeling their firmness through the stiff, white satin of her basque. His cock bobbed in front of her face. She was still fascinated by its steel-hard erection. She had never had the opportunity to see, let alone handle such a weapon. Belatedly, she came to realize that her own husband was not well-endowed in this most important matter, at least in comparison with this man. Tentatively, she raised her hand and touched it. Now she grasped it. It was, indeed, steely within, under the warm, loose skin. She just had to. She grasped him by his hips and lowered her face onto the cock, taking its knob in her mouth. Still Jean Luc was fondling her tits, through her bra. She slipped the cups of her bra down off her tits and Jean Luc was pleased to see that his guess about the beauty of her naked breasts was correct. They were full, but so firm and shapely that despite their size, there was not the slightest crease under them. They stood full and proud. And he knew they wouldn't have been surgically enhanced, unlike some of the whores and showgirls he bought from time to time. No. This was going to be a feast! He put his hands on her shoulders, one on each, and was pleased to hear her giggle as the firm downward pressure made her sink to her knees in front of him. The nature of the episode was changing, losing all the attributes of a rape, where it had started. She was clearly a willing participant. As she sank to her knees, she allowed his cock to rub her breasts in passing, and when it was level with her mouth, she playfully kissed it lightly on the red knob. His hands moved from her beautiful shoulders, one behind her neck, and the other entwined in her long, curly, dark hair. He pulled her onto his cock, the knob passing her lips and into her mouth, resting against the top of her palate. Her tongue whispered around the shaft, and he could see her cheeks drawn in as she sucked on the cock. The thought went through her mind that she had never done this to Claude. And in fact only once or twice in her life...and then only with young boys, when she was a teenager at the convent. She remembered Samuel, a tall, thin, gangling boy, so many years ago, who had come in her mouth. To her astonishment, but also to her pleasure. And Gulliver, a Latino. Well, more of a negro really, from Martinique. He had a much better body than Samuel, and a bigger, longer, stronger cock. But neither of them as broad, long, steely-hard as this one. She was losing herself in reveries, as she gobbled, and as he shagged her in the mouth. She had no idea why she was doing this. It was something her husband, a strict and conforming Catholic, would never countenance. Yet it was so good. She sucked, and he was moving gently so the cock was inserted and withdrawn between her lips as she sucked. She could feel the temperature of her cunt rising. She had a sudden desire to feel herself there, and she gave way to it. Still holding his hip with her left hand, her right hand stole down between her legs and rubbed her crotch through her white panties. Now Jean Luc was aware she had inserted a finger into the legs of her panties and was masturbating while he was, so-gently, fucking her mouth. He knew this magnificent woman would also be a magnificent fuck! 'Naked. And I'll do something for you too, something you'll like.' She guessed what he meant. Something Claude would never do. Something she had not had since she left the convent school. And something she had never had with a man. She undressed willingly, cheekily slipping her panties off slowly, temptingly. She knew how attractive her arse must be to him....she'd seen how the men ogled her at the beach, and was well aware of the effect she had on them. And now she would be able to benefit from this effect, from the hardness of the cock. 'Let me do something for you.' 'What was he saying?' She returned to this world. 'Let me suck you, too. Lay on top of me. Yes! Like that!' As she lay on top of him, sucking his great pole, she felt his rough chin on her tender thighs, and then his tongue probing her, before finding the clitoris. Claude had never done this with her either....it would be a matter for confession if he did, she supposed. It was lovely. She found herself moving her hips in a fucking motion, running her clit up and down his tongue and nose. Her mind again went back to the convent. No boy had ever done this with her....but...Sister Eveline. Yes. Once Sister Eveline had opened her legs as she lay on her cot and kissed her long and hard on the clit, arousing but not satisfying her. The nun had taken fright, she supposed, and suddenly broke off, rising and leaving the dorm, never to mention it again, much less repeat it. This time there was to be no being left hanging short of orgasm, she knew. She was panting and muttering to herself as the tongue went faster and faster. His cock left abandoned for the moment, she felt his hands part her bottom cheeks even wider. How he must be enjoying those round buttocks, she thought. She knew how men lusted after them by the way their eyes followed her, in the street when she had her fine silk summer dress on, but even more so on the beach with her tiny red silk bikini. She could feel herself coming, and abandoned herself to the power of her orgasm. Jean Luc could feel her coming, and made sure his tongue rubbed her clit hard, as he stretched out her cunt lips, wide and open. He could feel her orgasms through her belly as she lay on him. As they lay silent, Jean Luc quickly stripped her of her flimsy remaining clothes. She lay naked on her back in front of him. Her eyes were still closed from the orgasm, and from the movement of her hips he could see that the last twitches of her cumming were still passing through her, as he rubbed his knob in her hot, wet, open cunt. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. 'Never. I have never....' 'Never had sex with a stranger?' 'That too. But I was going to say I had never been sucked off like that. I didn't know how good it was....' 'But. I thought you were a married woman....' 'Alas! Yes. But my husband doesn't do that. Or let me do that to him.' 'Lucky I came along then! But now to the main event!' He knelt between her legs and inserted his cock. It had been with difficulty that he had stopped from coming as he sucked her off, and he was glad that she was wanking her clit hard as he started to fuck her. The cock and her fingers soon had her coming again, and this time, as she came, Jean Luc leaned over her to feel those lovely round, firm tits, one in each hand. She was nearly screaming in her passion this time. But still he held back. 'Kneel for me, sweetie. When I come I want to be able to see and feel your lovely arse.' Eagerly she knelt in front of him, and felt his cock run up and down her slit, looking for her cunt. He touched her anus with his knob, and she gave a little start, but it was in her vagina he put it, pressing home till his hairy thighs touched her own smooth buttocks. Now this was something Claude did do. But not so long, slow, rhythmic as this, building her again to a third crisis. She didn't even need to pull her clit or rub her cunt lips with this man. His cock, alone, was bringing her to her orgasm. He grasped her hips and pulled her onto him with each thrust of his loins, each probing stroke of his eager cock. She felt herself coming again and told him so in little panting cries. She wished there was a mirror for her to see his thrusting, muscular thighs and torso. But she was coming. Jean Luc allowed her to get half-way through her orgasm, before he pulled his cock from her vagina and brutally thrust it into her anus, which was covered in her cunt-come. It slipped right up into her, but her own orgasm took a sudden unexpected turn. She gasped and screamed as the prick roved in up her, stretching her virgin arsehole. But, despite the momentary pain, she was still coming. In fact, harder and stronger than even before. Jean Luc knew she was still coming, despite his brutal attack on her rectum, as her arse was giving little nipping squeezes on his cock as he reamed in and out. She was screaming now, but in joy, not in pain.This was too much for him, and with the dying throes of her orgasm, he started to come. It was a deep, balls-emptying come. Spurt after spurt of hot jism pumped into her arse as they collapsed onto the bed, lying, no longer kneeling, but his cock still firm up inside her. They lay for minutes before she spoke first. 'I've never done that either. I had no idea it could be so good.' As she moved, the cock popped out, and she wriggled up beside him, so he could see her tits in profile, and his slick cock was sandwiched between their two bodies. He licked her breast and sucked on her nipple as she spoke to him. 'I wish you would be my lover. We could meet every afternoon and fuck, just like we did.' She was fondling his face and hair. He her tits and hips...he couldn't reach her arse. Jean Luc considered this a moment or two. She was tempting, with her glorious figure and randy, sexual temperament. But he knew he'd tire in a month or two. And that would be yet another mistress to get rid of, probably expensively and messily. No, he'd been here before. Best stay with his rosebuds and Marcel's housewives. Not to mention his own wife and his official mistress. Best the white lie. 'I'd love to...and it's very flattering. You are so lovely and so talented,' he said. She giggled as he reached down for her cunt. 'But, alas! I am so seldom in the north here that I would only be an occasional and unsatisfactory lover. What you need, and should arrange, is a strong, young working-class lad, say between eighteen and twenty-one, to satisfy your sexual appetites without commitment. One, did I say? Two would be even better for you.' She lay there thinking. Yes! Two strong lads. One to suck and be sucked. One to fuck. Then vice-versa. Or one to fuck her cunt at the same time as the other in her arse. That might well be a good idea, better in fact than a lover who might become socially a problem! She could feel her cunt warming again. And yes, his cock hardening against her hip. 'But how...?' 'A lady friend of mine gets them at the park. She went along Saturday mornings to watch the football. Then, as a supporter, she found out which bar they go to afterwards. She joined them there. After that, it was very easy to have as many vigorous young men as she wants.' 'I'll do that. But one more with you. On top of me this time. I want to feel your full weight. Squash me under you.'

Authors/Joyce/One_Good_Turn.txt

Joyce Hamilton

Poppy

'Look after the house, Poppy, and if you go out, please remember to lock up. I'll be back about six.' She tripped happily down the steps. He watched her, enjoying her shape in the tight leather trousers. He wondered if she wore panties under them. The children heard her little sports car zoom off down the road. 'She work, your Mum?' 'No. But she goes out two afternoons a week. It's a secret.' 'You wanna go out? Down the mall?' 'Let's look at my comics.' 'OK.' 'This used to be my Dad's office when he still worked from home. Now I keep my stuff in it. You like Wonder Woman, or is she too girly for you?' 'Superman's better, but Wonder Woman's okay.' 'I like this stuff. Look, she's caught this guy and tied him up with her magic rope...it's a sort of belt. I like that stuff, I mean when she captures a guy. I like to imagine I'm Wonder Woman with him tied up.' 'Let's play at that. I'll be a crook, and you be Wonder Woman. What can you tie me to?' 'Oh! I've thought about that too. If we turn this table on its side, then the legs make a good frame to tie a crook to. And I've even got some old rope. Yes, like that. But you should take your shirt off. They never wear shirts when she ties them up.' 'That too tight?' 'I like it.' 'Nothing to tie your ankles too. Pity.' 'You don't look much like Wonder Woman.' 'I asked Mum to get me a Wonder Woman costume last Christmas, but Dad said it would be too sexy for a twelve-year-old.' 'He's right. You do look sexy.' 'You think I look sexy.' 'You do. And you'd look even sexier in a silk costume.' 'Tell you what. I'll be Sheena Queen of the Jungle, and you be the evil big game hunter who has been attacking her animals. She only wears a brassiere and panties. You'll have to imagine mine are made of leopard skin.' 'Now you look real sexy.' 'I don't really need a trainer bra yet.' 'Your tits look nice, and I can see your nipples through.' 'You like my panties? I chose them myself, with little hearts just here and here.' 'You gonna let me feel?' 'You're tied up!' 'Hey, what you doing, Poppy?' 'It's Sheena! I'm pulling your jeans off. And your underpants. And now I'm going to blindfold you.' 'Why you wanna do that? I want to see you.' 'It is not suitable for a male to see Sheena's nakedness. That is jungle law.' 'You undressing?' 'I'm taking my bra off now. And now my panties. There!' 'Let me look!' 'Can you feel that? My tits against your chest? Can you feel how hard they are? Sheena wants to kiss the captive. Mmmmm.' 'Mmmmm.' 'Hey! Why did you do that?' 'Sheena always spanks her captives. Haven't you noticed? There's lots of spanking in the jungle.' 'Ouch! Hey! Cut it out! Ouch!' 'Captive likes the spanking. Feel! Captive's manhood is hard now.' 'That's your tits, and the kiss, not the spanking! Ouch! What you doing now?' 'Sheena takes pleasure. Sheena rubs her hard clitty with her fingers. Sheena's finger is right up in her now. Mmmmm!' 'Hey! Let me look. Don't stop feeling my cock.' 'Your cock later. Sheena is jerking her own clitty! Sheena has watched animals in the jungle.' 'I can feel your belly and cunt against me, as well as your tits.' 'If Sheena stands on one leg, her other one across your bum, then Sheena can rub your cock on her clitty. Like that! Oh! That's good. Kiss! Mmmmmm.' 'That's nice. It's slipping up and down your slit. You're ever so wet!' 'Sheena likes hard little man-arse. Sheena likes hard man-cock.' 'Ouch! Cut that out! Hey, that's good. Warm and wet and tight. I can feel you gripping it.' 'It's slipped up into me. Oh! That's lovely. I can feel I'm coming. Yes! Aaaaaah. Jesus! Yes!' 'You didn't come? I often come. That was better than with my candle.' 'I like to come too. But not in you. Not without a condom. Don't want any little Sheenas!' 'That's nice, Luke. I'll let you see as a reward. You want?' 'I want. Jesus, I want!' 'Is that nice? My tits against your cock?' 'You got lovely tits, Poppy. Let me feel. I want to kiss them.' 'Sheena, not Poppy. And of course you do. All the men do. Even the teachers. I can see them looking at me and wishing!' 'Please...' 'Perhaps next time. Now is this nice? This is what Tracy does to Tommy. I always wanted to try it.' 'Jesus! Suck like that Poppy...Sheena. Just like that. Be careful or I'll come.' 'Come! Mmmmm. Is that all? You done?' 'Undo me now. Ah! That's better. Next time, no Sheena crap, eh?' 'I liked you tied up. But I will let you have a feel first! And I know where Mom hides her rubbers! She's got a huge box of them in the boot of her car. She'll not miss a few.' 'Cool! Let's go down the Mall and see if Tommy and Tracy are there.' 'No boasting, you. No kiss and tell, Luke, or else no more.' 'Promise! Want me to fasten your bra?'

Authors/Joyce/Poppy.txt

Hamilton Joyce

Satan's Toy

'Ah, Ratsbane! You're two minutes late.' 'My abject apologies, Your Altitude. The lift down from the hundred and eighth floor was slow...' The figure behind the mahogany desk might be any sleek, groomed, suited businessman, were it not for his pair of horns. The office was conventional: leather-surfaced padded door, thick red carpet, portrait of the leader on the wall behind the desk. Only the leader was not a President or monarch, but a fearsome diabolical image. His eyes took it all in and were arrested by the two ornaments on the otherwise bare white walls. They were living statues, each securely trussed and gagged, hanging from cuffed wrists. One, a middle-aged woman, still with fine, firm breasts, their shape accentuated by the hanging posture, her cunt shaven and spread by the wooden bar between her ankles. The other a teenage boy, his cock hanging limply but elegant from his shaven pubes. 'Hmph! Never be late again, or you'll really be sorry. I see you've noticed my today's playthings. She cheated on her husband. I've been shagging her arse off-and-on through the morning. I've kept her at forty to remind me she cuckolded her man. The male was just greedy all his life. I haven't touched him yet today. If you sucked him, he'd probably go hard. But no time this morning. Work to do! Now, when did you last have a human to play with?' 'Independence day, Your Altitude. The Count Rawspite vouchsafed me a human from his harem for the day, to celebrate our liberation from The Great Enemy so long ago.' 'Ah, His Eminence The Count Horseshite. It's no wonder he finds so little time to fulfill the requirements of his high office. He has one thousand human souls, seven hundred female, three hundred male. He's so busy whipping and fucking them that his department is a complete shambles. Keeps them all at fifteen to sixteen. Vouchsafed! My arse! What sort of language is that, little Ratsbane? He gave you one of his humans for an hour or two to buy your support. And you know it. Male or female?' 'A young girl, Your Altitude.' 'And how did you use her?' 'I fucked her, whipped her, fucked her again, in the arse, tied her up, slapped her about a bit, fucked her again, pissed on her, and left her hanging by the heels in the atrium on floor three eighty nine to meditate on her fate.' 'Good! Well, at least you did that correctly, if a bit conventionally. I may only have a hundred souls, but I keep them at all ages, and believe in inflicting the maximum pain. Some say Old Count Horseshit is soft on some of his 'children'. But I expect you want to know why I summoned you.' A hologram appeared, shimmering over the corner of his desk. 'That's disgusting!' 'Obscene isn't it. Clearly praying to The Enemy.' The image was a young girl, perhaps fifteen or a well-developed fourteen. She was kneeling in an attitude of prayer, eyes closed, hands together. Her blonde hair was in pigtails to her shoulders. Despite the bizarre uniform, a schoolgirl's 'gym-slip', they could see her breasts straining against the fabric of her blouse. As she knelt, the dark green skirt had ridden up slightly to reveal tanned, slender thighs. The background was the rich and somber arches and hangings of an ancient church or cathedral. 'That is F/UK/86251003/V/966.' He opened the buff folder lying on his desk. 'She is English, a virgin, and called,' he consulted the folder, 'Suitably for a virgin, Mary.' Ratsbane saw him shudder, as he named one of The Enemy's lieutenants. 'And she is your project young Ratsbane. The Higher Command is interested in her. I believe Our Great Leader, the Mighty Lucifer himself intends to have her. So I needn't tell you how high profile this is. The rewards for success will be considerable. I leave you to guess the penalty for failure.' He licked his lips. 'Read this. Infernal Intelligence has been much more thorough than usual. Crowd of clowns! It has been decided to send you to Earth as a priest, a young curate, assistant to her parish priest. Her profiling suggests a handsome young priest is the likeliest road to her corruption. And it is her corruption, utter and complete that we require. 'I may be young, Your Altitude. But in human terms handsome?' 'We can change that. Naked now. Jump to it! Yes, ugly!' He rose from his chair, and stood over the hairy little imp. 'Taller!' His hands passed lightly over the devil's body, and as he spoke the form changed, becoming smoother, taller, more muscular. 'Latin looks, I think. Yes, fuller lips. White skin, and no body hair except there, there and there, of course. Now that arse. Smaller, harder, muscular. And this. A good ten inches I think. Ah! That's going to impress her!' He stood back and admired. 'Perfect. Better, in fact than any of my humans. In fact ... Kneel!' And Ratsbane submitted as the senior devil fucked him in the arse on the office carpet. The hanging victims looked on. They were inured to this by now. REPORT 01 : F/UK/86251003/V/966. Cadet Devil Ratsbane. I am pleased to report the project is developing well. My character as Father Dominic has been accepted and I have been given the task of supervising Subject's catechism. This gives me adequate access to her. She is very pious, but is open to suggestion, and as she is home for the eleven weeks of the school holidays I shall have time to complete her corruption. The first catechism lesson was a trial, having to rehearse The Enemy's spurious and discredited arguments, but the inspiration of our leader, The Mighty Lucifer, and the leadership of his dedicated lieutenant, The Count Rawspite, gave me the strength to prevail. After our first meeting I offered her a lift home. I saw a momentary surprise, then doubt, and finally acceptance in her eyes. It was still daylight, but the place I parked was secluded, and clearly well-used by couples. Empty bottles and full condoms spoiled the romance of the place I'm glad to say: how preferable is the austere dignity of our Hell to the spurious 'beauty' of Earth! I closed her mouth with a kiss before she could say anything. I felt her flinch and stiffen, but then relax, and her lips participated willingly in the embrace. I managed to get one hand on her breast, and felt it firm and round, even through the layers of cloth between her flesh and mine. I slipped a hand up her skirt and ran it up the top of her thighs, so smooth and warm. I tried to slip my hand between her thighs, but she clamped them even firmer shut. She broke away from the kiss. 'That was nice, Father Dominic. But drive me home now. Please.' I consider this an encouraging start, and intend to progress at our next weekly meeting. Ninth day of the seventh month in the 437698th year of our Liberation. REPORT 02 : F/UK/86251003/V/966. Cadet Devil Ratsbane. Management was correct that my actions have alerted The Enemy. I have, however, neutralized His actions and the project continues to develop satisfactorily. The next catechism lesson I made no pretence of teaching any of the old lies. Instead I sat down beside her immediately, put my arm round her and kissed her. She reciprocated willingly, her tongue in my mouth. 'Father Anselm told me not to see you again, Mary. You must have told him ...' 'It was my confession, Dominic. I had to.' 'I managed to convince him you had fantasized it all. Just like young girls sometimes do about their teachers, priests, doctors and so on. Looking for father figures."But if you do that again, well I think he would transfer me somewhere else." I had my hand, the one not on her shoulders, resting on her flat belly. She raised it and placed it on her breast. "I was so afraid you wouldn't kiss me again, Dominic, after I made you drive me home." I could feel her heart beating. Her breast was round and warm under my palm. Her nipple was as hard as a little hazelnut. "But no more confessing about me, about us." "I promise. I'll miss all that out. Promise." She kissed me again and was feeling my shoulders and chest through the heavy cloth of my soutane. As we kissed, I popped one of the buttons on her blouse and slipped my hand inside. She was warm and round, the skin soft and the breast firm. She squirmed against me, her tongue in my mouth again. I slipped my hand up under her skirt and caressed the inside of her thighs. This time her legs opened slightly at my caress, and I could slide my hand up and up until it rested on her cunt. She was naked. She had come on this visit with no brassiere and no panties. It was clear she wanted me! I had the side of my hand between her cunt lips now, feeling the wet and warmth of her excitement. "Last Tuesday, when I left you and drove home, I found I couldn't sleep thinking about you, Mary." "Me, too, Dominic." "I lay in bed wondering what you were like, naked I mean. I got so excited, I mean like I am now." I placed her hand on my cock, hard and erect, and visible even through the heavy cloth. "I got so excited I had to stroke it until I came. And even then I dreamed about you all night, and came again in my sleep." "I was excited too." I was rubbing the side of my hand over her lips and clitoris. "And...?" "I had to bring myself off, too. There! I've said it now!" "My little darling! I want you to see me. Look!" I stood up and pulled the whole silly uniform up over my head, pitching it onto the floor. My cock stood at forty-five degrees for her! "Me too." Her blouse and skirt were off in an instant and we stood there, me with my black, shiny shoes and socks, her with white cotton socks and trainers. She giggled. "These too!" And we took off each other's footwear. "Now we can really cuddle and kiss!" She was small enough and the settee large enough for us to lay together, kissing and caressing. I knew she was exploring a male body for the first time. But she was not timid, and her hands moved over me, cock, nipples, the crease of my arse. I reciprocated, of course. I lay on top of her, propped on my elbows. I managed to slip one leg, and then the other between hers. As we kissed, she pulled me down on her, my full weight on her breasts and belly. And more to the point, my cock prodding hard against her honeypot. I reached between us and parted her lips with finger and thumb, so my knob was placed inside the outer lips, and hard against the inner lips. We kissed, and I murmured juvenile nonsense in her ear. Finally, as we wriggled and writhed together, my cock just slipped into her. She may have been a virgin, as Intelligence Department has reported, but the physical virginity was no longer in place. There was a delightful look of shock and horror on her face for a moment, but I was riding her long and slow now, making sure I rubbed her clitoris with each down stroke, and grinding our pubic bones together before rising to shove again. "Oh! Oh! We shouldn't. Oh, please. No! We. It's wrong. Please, Dominic..." But her hips were rising to meet mine with each thrust now. I stopped her mouth with my lips and increased the pace and vigor. I moved my lips to her breasts, taking nipple and a lot of first one breast into my mouth, sucking and licking. Then the other. Her protests were forgotten now. "Oh! Don't stop! That's... Oh, Sweet Jesus! That's good." The Enemy's name nearly stopped me in mid thrust. But it was being used obscenely, I realized, commenting on the joy of fornication. (In passing, if I were a real Priest, would that be adultery according to their strange code? Do they mean it when they talk about being married to the Church?) As she came for the first time, her nails raked my back in her passion, and her legs were crossed over my buttocks. I speeded up to accompany her orgasm. She has strong vaginal muscles, and His Serene Highness Count Rawspite will enjoy the contractions of her cunt if he decides to allow her an orgasm. Even our Infernal Leader, the Great Lucifer himself might appreciate her passion. I reminded myself why I was fucking her. For the glory of our cause, and not for my own satisfaction, and was fortified by the knowledge of the faith Our Leadership has shown in me, a junior cadet. She was coming again, and I concentrated on maximizing her pleasure. Instinct, of course, was to fuck her and leave it at that. But it is important she becomes addicted to sex, and obsessed by Father Dominic. So I gave her a second and a third orgasm, before I decided to come in her, with her fourth. We lay side-by-side. She was silent. I suspect she was astounded by the strength of her feelings. "We should have used....I mean ....I could get pregnant couldn't I?" I kissed her nose. "I had mumps last year, Mary. I'm afraid I'll never be a father. I mean a father, not a Father!" "Oh, my poor Dominic!" But I could feel she was relieved. "I'd like to do that again, Mary. But I'm afraid I'd make you sore. There's another way." I buried my face between her thighs and lapped at her cunt. "Oh! How could you, Dominic. It's all sticky..." I took no notice. Silly girl! The pleasure of sucking a cum-filled cunt ... Well! I was pulling at her clitoris with my lips and licking the length of her slit. Again her hips were rising and falling in the rhythm of a fuck. I reached up one hand and found a nipple. I squeezed it. She was coming again. "Oh! That's lovely! Mother of God! That's lovely. I'm coming!" Again the very satisfactory blasphemy! I said nothing, but placed my knob against her lips. She knew it was my turn now, and I felt it slip into her mouth, wet and warm. It is said that despite The Enemy's ban on the practice, human females know instinctively how to suck. I can confirm that this one was able to bring me off within seconds, sucking, licking, caressing. I filled her mouth with cum, and she swallowed. "That was lovely. Can I come round tomorrow? ..." Twelfth day of the seventh month of year 437698 of our Liberation."I'll just suck you off." "You've been to idiot Anselm again!" "No, sweetest. It's just... it's just. Well, I've got my period..." "Good! Then we'll have some new games to play! Don't believe all that guff about punishment for Eve's sin. It's just God's joke against mankind. He's a vindictive old bastard! But there's a way round it." As we spoke, I was stripping her, and sure enough, there was that little string! Thank Lucifer, souls here, damned to Hell, don't have any of that feminine nonsense! I lay her down on her belly and parted her hard little arse-cheeks. Her anus is delightful, light brown, slightly puckered, and hairless, of course. My Lord will enjoy it just as I have. She half-protested as I applied my lips, giving her the kiss sacred to Our Faith. I felt her muscles stiffen under my palms, but then relax as I licked around it and slipped my tongue into her. "What's that? A scent bottle?" It was, in fact, a glass scent spray that I had filled with lavender oil for just this opportunity. "My brother gave it to me." This is a lie, of course. But it is so gratifying to lie unnecessarily, purely for the pleasure of deceiving. I sprayed the oil between her cheeks and replaced it on the bedside table. Now I was massaging her anus, slipping my index finger in with each stroke. I felt her arsehole completely relaxed now, and was able to slip a finger into her with no protest or sudden gripping spasm. "That's nice. But not as nice as..." "It'll have to do for today, my little darling. You do the same for me!" We lay side by side, masturbating each other's arses. "You feel a lump in there, darling? Yes! Just there. That's the best place for me. Yes! like that!" She had found my prostate. I had three fingers in her now. I could not guarantee not coming with her massage deep inside me. I slipped my fingers out of her and turned her on her belly again. I bent one of her legs to expose her anus. It gaped open from my fingering. I knelt and placed my cock. I pushed. "Oh no! It's too big! Oh no, Dominic, please. oooooh!" I recalled the importance my revered Chief places on buggery as a force for corruption, and was gratified to realize his wisdom in these matters. He is indeed an inspirational leader! I was in her now, knob and half my shaft. I pushed again, and my belly was against her smooth bottom. Slow at first, I fucked her. The pain had gone now, and the protests. I felt her fingers under her body, working away at her clit, between the mattress and her sweet belly. Her hips rose slightly, and I knew I had her. I fucked her harder, as hard and fast as if I had been in her cunt. She was panting, and her fingers worked harder than ever. She was coming. I timed it so that I pumped my cum into her rectum at just the highest point of her orgasm. I lay on top of her, one hand under, feeling her breast. I felt her move her hand, trapped under her body. As she did so, her anus expelled my cock. She giggled. "That was nice. I mean it felt nice as you slipped out." "Only as I slipped out?" "It was all nice, Dominic. But it's nicer in my... you know..." "In your cunt, sweetie?" "Mmmm." "It's better for men, because we've got that sensitive place you found. You haven't." "Not fair!" She giggled. "If I suck you, can you do me again?" "Better, you fuck me till I'm hard, and then I'll do you again." "I can't! But how? I mean..." "Another present from my brother. It goes like this." As she knelt on the bed, I fixed the strap-on around her hips. "Now! My turn!" There was no finesse. She just rammed it in and fucked me! I was soon hard, of course. This time I lay her on her back and entered her. There was room under the strap-on for her to masturbate as I shagged her, and she came when I tweaked her tits, rolling her pink nipples between fingers and thumbs. After, she would not stop chattering. "Where did you learn that, Dominic?" "My brother. When I came home from boarding school for the winter holidays, I had to share his bed. He was about eight years older than me. I guess I was twelve or so. Anyway, he was like a god to me, and the first night, as I lay there, I suddenly reached out and touched him." Ah! The pleasure of lying. The truly involved and superfluous lie! "Touched him here?" Her hand was on my cock. "Just there. He was hard. That was not the first hard cock I'd felt, of course. We were always messing around at school. But it was way the largest. In a second, he was all over me, and we sucked each other. Later in the holidays, he showed me how to fuck. When I got back to School, I showed the others, and we all fucked each other for all the years left. And then at Theological College, all the priests fucked, of course. They all do, you know." "Even Anselm?" "I expect so. We should find out some time." "If I come round this afternoon, will you fuck me again. I mean in my bottom?" The succubus, my 'sister', arrived on Sunday morning. On the pretense of having to go to morning service (my apologies for these obscenities but they are necessary for the report), I left the two together. The succubus had taken the apparent age of about eighteen. The report continues in her words. They discussed how a white father Dominic came to have a black sister! (I had meant by different color, brunette or redhead, not brown or black-skinned! I accept the error was mine in not making my intention clear. And hope the successful outcome will excuse me.) Adoption, of course! Then Lilith turned the conversation in the desired direction. "Dominic asked me to come down for a couple of days. There's a party we go to every other month." "A party! He didn't tell me!" "Probably thought you wouldn't enjoy it. You're a bit young." Mary stamped her foot. "What sort of party then?" "Fancy dress, really." "What do you go as then?" "Always the same." "But what?" "I'll show you!" Ten minutes later, Lilith returned, her black skin contrasting with the white satin of her basque, the white nylon of her stockings, and the white leather of her stiletto ankle boots... and multi-thonged whip. She had a long, blonde wig, incongruous but incredibly suggestive, and her shaven cunt glistened with oil. "Bloody hell! What sort of party is that, Lill? Sweet Jesus!" "I told you. Fancy dress. I've got a black costume exactly the same. You want to try it on?" Mary was stripped quickly, and slowly, with much caressing and fondling, the black nylon, satin and leather equivalent was fitted. Her wig was jet black! "It doesn't cover my... my hair, here!" Lilith laughed. "Or your sweet little rosy nipples, Mary. Hell! You look good enough to eat." Her arms were already round the girl's shoulders, and she pulled her to herself till their breasts met, and they kissed. Lilith's hand slipped down over the small of the girl's back, over the lacing, hooks and satin, down over her naked arse, and into her crack. She felt the girl tense, but her fingers told her the girl was hotly excited. "Good enough to eat... I want to eat you out, Mary. Like he does! Eat your sweet little honeypot. Like he does, my naughty brother!" Lilith was pushing her backwards, not at all unwilling, towards the sofa. As she fell onto it, her legs were open, and Lilith fell to her knees between them. Her mouth clamped to that sweet pussy, and her tongue was working at the clit before any protest formed, if indeed any protest was intended. Thighs, in black nylon, clamped round her neck and face, and the not-so-innocent girl raked her cunt up and down the black girl's face: chin, tongue, nose, tongue, chin again. Lilith reports that the girl came twice. I can confirm from my own observation that Subject was finally content to reciprocate, bringing our succubus to her completion. She was passive in this, lying on her back, while our little Imp rode her face, racking her cunt up and down till she had taken her pleasure. I watched round the half-open door, and listened as they chatted, arms around each other like any lovers! "Tell me about the party. Please." "I shouldn't!" "Please. Pretty please. We can't have any secrets. Not after.... that." "Oh. All right. But don't tell Dominic!" "Promise." "I'll show you the photos from the last one." The album of pictures is that provided by Intelligence Services, copy as Appendix 3 to this report. It showed, of course, the naked 'Father Dominic' being led on a dog-leash and chain collar, on all fours, through an assembled throng. Lilith, in her white dominatrix gear, held the leash. Most of the women in the salon were similarly dressed, and most of the men naked and submissive. "Sweet Jesus! I never knew..." "I said he didn't want you to know. Does he have you fuck him with that strap-on?" "Well, yes. He did." "So you're half-way there. But he likes this as well." 'This' was a page of pictures showing Father Dominic being beaten, whipped, buggered. Particularly impressive was a close-up of his erect cock, with the white cat-o-nine-tails descending on it and on his shaven balls. The opposite page was the whole picture, arms strung high above his head, naked muscles and hard cock straining with the effort of remaining on his toes. "Sweet Jesus!" Lilith reached between the girl's legs. The lips were plump, and clitoris erect. "You find it exciting, too." I walked into the room. "As soon as I'm away, you have each other. Well! I'm going to have some too!" I grasped 'my sister' by the shoulders, stood her up, turned her round, bent her over, and entered her, my skirts raised. With my second thrust, there was a searing pain across my buttocks. I looked over my shoulder to see Mary in her black basque and high heels raising her whip to apply a second lash. The whip fell, and again the delicious pain.I fucked her harder, reaching under Lilith to grasp one breast in each hand. Again the lash! I heard Mary laugh as the whip fell again. I looked over my shoulder again. The glint in her eye showed the pleasure she found in inflicting pain on me. Her black, glossy wig went well with this new persona. How different this young girl from the primly innocent fourteen-year-old of only a month before. I silently congratulated myself as the whip fell again, and I came. We sat in a row on the sofa, Mary between us. Each of us had a hand on her breast, the other hand free to wander across her body, pressing, fondling, caressing. 'I wish I had a brother...' 'Brothers, darling. You need brothers. Try being sucked and fucked at the same time. I had that from the age of twelve. Often. That's when they weren't fucking each other. I had to suck one of them then.' 'You can have my brother Ambrose when he visits, Mary. You'd like him.' 'Mary wants to come to the s&m party with us, Dominic.' 'Why not?' 'She'll need a slave to take with her.' 'I'll think. Tell me Mary, when you come by yourself in the night, when your pretty little fingers play and dabble here.' My finger was on her clit, teasing it till it was hard. 'Tell me, who do you think about? Who do you fantasize is with you as you come?' 'You, darling Dominic.' 'And?' 'I do believe she's blushing, Dominic.' Again that disgusting modesty. Still, we are gradually defeating it. 'And?' 'I hardly dare say.... My Daddy!' 'I've seen how your Daddy looks at you sometimes. I should think he has you in his mind when he masturbates.' 'You've seen it too. I wondered if I was imagining it.' 'I know, you see, Mary. I know he wants to have you, too.' 'You know? But how? Oh! I see. Confession! Mummy makes him go. He doesn't want to.' 'And when he's there he does it properly, my sweet. So I'll see what we can do. Now I'll fuck you from behind while my sister and you suck each other. Then I want you to fuck me with the strap-on while she whips both of us. Twelfth day of the seventh month year 437698 of Our Glorious Revolution. Count Darkflame was wearing the traditional black and red silk robes rather than the fashionable, modern three-piece suit. But his vestments still revealed that magnificent cock, standing free of them. Ratsbane knelt, compelled to do so by the force and might of the Demon. 'Excellent, Ratsbane. Yes, I prefer these robes, too. Though the suit may well give a desirable impression of efficiency. Your report?' 'Here, Sire.' The buff folder containing my report was placed square and tidy on the great mahogany desk. In summary, she has been buggered, and has buggered me. She has experienced lesbian lust, with the succubus so helpfully provided by The Count Darkflame. She has whipped and been whipped. She no longer goes to church at all.' 'Progress indeed. The sodomy went well?' 'Yes, Sire. I was especially careful, considering Your Altitude's advice concerning the importance of buggery. She has demanded I service her anus several times since. And takes a pleasure in buggering me with a strap-on device, whipping me as she does.' 'Excellent, Ratsbane. I shall read the report later. You have done well. Kneel, and suck!' Her father had visited me in the afternoon, at the church, answering my phone call. 'Mr Mcpherson, I thought I should inform you of some problems your daughter Mary may be having. I am not breaking the seal of the confessional as she told me outside that sacrament.' 'Problems?' 'She has a fixation on her father, you Mr Mcpherson. She has very adult feelings for a girl so young. She is barely fourteen, I believe.' 'Just fourteen, but developed for her age. She has the body of a sixteen year old.' Again that glint of lust in his eye. These humans are so transparent! 'Well, as she lays in her solitary bed, doing those innocent little things to her body that all young girls do, rubbing, squeezing, pulling, she imagines you are with her, kissing, caressing, yes and sucking and even having carnal knowledge of her.' 'Good Lord!' I shuddered at the mention of The Enemy. 'Sorry, Father. Forgot myself for a moment. What should I do?' 'She needs to grow through this obsession with her father, and come out the other side as an adult.' 'But how?' 'You must fulfill her fantasies, Mr Mcpherson. You must go to her bed, and make love to her. That will free her. It will be difficult for you, I know. But you must do it. It is your duty.' Again that glint in his eye! 'I fear it is the only way. I have told her that. That you will enter her bed, and enter her. Do you agree.' 'If you say so, Father. If you really insist.' 'I do, Mr McPherson. I really do.' There was almost a skip in his step as he went down the gravel path, away from the church. The next morning Mary told me all about it. She was happy and bubbling with excitement. 'I was still awake. It was about twelve. But I pretended to be asleep. I'd left the light on, but dimmed right down. I was lying on my belly. I heard him take off a dressing gown, and heard it slip to the ground. I felt the mattress move as he sat down on the side of the bed. I knew he was looking at me, and I pretended to murmur in my sleep as I turned over onto my back so he could see my breasts properly. Then I muttered again and opened my legs. I'm sure my lips must have been plump and my clit hard and peeping out, just as you like it, Dominic. The mattress moved again, and I knew he was now lying beside me, inches away from me. I turned over on my side, so I was facing him, and made sure the tips of my nipples brushed against him. I heard his intake of breath, as if the touch of my breasts had scalded him. I felt his hand, so lightly, on my shoulder. I murmured, still pretending to be asleep, and reached out. As I touched him, I murmured again, and held him in my arms, still pretending to be asleep. I murmured, 'Daddy, please. Please, Daddy.' And I heard his intake of breath again. Then he was kissing me. 'I pretended to wake up. 'Daddy! I dreamed it was you. And now it really is. Oh! How I've longed for this, Daddy.' Which was true, actually! I could feel his cock hard against my belly now, as we hugged and kissed each other. 'He was whispering, 'My little darling!' and things like that. Then he turned me on my back again, his weight on my tits and belly, and his legs between mine. I could feel his knob exactly where it should be to go in. 'Please, Daddy. No. Not here. Mummy's just through the wall and it would be terrible if we woke her. I'm noisy when I come! Tomorrow. I know a place we can go, safe. Tonight I'll just kiss and suck you till you come. Please!' 'He said nothing, but lay beside me on his back. I started with his balls, licking and cradling them. He's much hairier than you, Dominic. But I did not mind that. Then I bent one leg up and licked his arse hole, like you showed me. He groaned and I told him to shush. But now I played with his cock. He hasn't got this, Dominic. Just a shiny, dry knob! 'He's cut, then, Mary. I love that. I really like a cut cock!' 'Anyway, I had his knob in my mouth and was rubbing his shaft with my fingers and thumb round it. I could feel his hands pressing my bottom, opening and closing the cheeks. He groaned again, and I felt his cum spurt into my mouth. Lovely! 'Then we lay together whispering. I told him how I'd wanted this for so long. And he said he'd wanted me since I was twelve, when my tits first started to bud, and I had the first little fluff of hair here. Every time he fucked, either his wife or some hotel whore, he pretended it was me. He had managed to see me naked, through the bathroom keyhole, and often came thinking about my tits and bottom. I told him I had seen his cock, too, but not magnificently hard and erect like just now. I had him suck my tits, partly to stop him talking, as I was afraid he would wake her up. But I love my nipples sucked, as you know. Then I sucked him hard again with my finger in his arse like you taught me, and wanked and sucked him till he came. 'Before he went back to his own bed I told him to come here after work. I told him about you and me, and said I'd like to have both at once! Also, that you were bisexual. And, would you believe it, he is too. He'll be here at six, five if he can slip away.' Ten past five he hopped out of the taxi, and swiftly up the gravel path, round the church, and to my rooms. We were waiting. Mary answered the door wearing a see-through shift that I'd bought especially for this. I heard the front door close, and then their kissing. I heard Mary undressing him, there on the doormat, and her passion as she stripped him. 'Let me see. Ooh! Lovely. Huge. Lovely! You wait. Now the socks. There Daddy. That's what I want. In here. Dominic's there. He's been playing with me a bit while we waited. So we're both pretty hot! Hey! Get your finger out of there. On second thoughts, that's nice. Mmmm. leave it there while I walk in front.' They entered the room, she first, her tits clear through transparent red nylon, and her pretty cunt hair just visible. He was right behind her, his hand grasping her between her legs as they walked. I stood up. Erect! 'I think you two have tricked me.' 'How else could we ...?' 'I don't mind. This is close to my vision of paradise. A lovely teenage blonde, and a handsome, smooth-skinned young man with a beautiful hard cock!' She stood beside him.They had an arm around each other's waist. She held his cock with her free hand. He cupped her breast with his. Her head scarcely reached his shoulder, and as she leaned on him, the long golden locks flowed over his chest as well as hers. For me, the scene was made doubly exciting by the knowledge that the defining sin of incest was about to be completed. We have, of course, had possession of his soul for many years. We were about to gain hers. Fornication, even with the refinements of oral and anal sex, is, of course, merely venial, as is lesbian involvement. Incest is mortal, according to The Enemy's ridiculous rules! 'So what first, Jasper? The lovely teenage blonde, or this willing, smooth-skinned arse?' She giggled, in a 'high' state. 'Later, Dominic. I've waited years for this.' 'And so have I.' He was on top of her, and deeply into her in seconds. I lay beside them, stroking my cock and watching our triumph. I watched her fingernails rake across his back, tearing hair and skin, as she came for the first time. He seemed not to notice as he fucked her as fiercely as any Demon with a new soul to play with. He did not come, though I could see the effort in his sweating face. He lifted himself slightly and caressed her breast, pressing and stroking, tweaking the tiny, rosy nipple between finger and thumb. Now they were close together again, kissing, as their bellies crashed together. She came again, and I saw her hand slip down to his buttocks. Her finger, glistening from her own juices, slipped into his anus, just as I had taught her. Now he came, a great, shuddering orgasm that went on and on as he emptied his cum into her, an orgasm that had been waiting for two years of silent, secret lusting. I turned round on the bed, so that when he rolled off her, we were head-to-toe, as it were. His cock was still half-hard, and wet from his and her cum. I rolled him, unprotesting and still half-dazed from the force of his first orgasm in his daughter's cunt, onto his side so his cock was inches from my face. He will be a popular fuck when he joins us in Hell. His cock is straight and very light-skinned. Strangely hairless for such a hairy man, and crowned with a pretty red knob, foreskin quite loose. I took it in my mouth. His daughter was watching, and she sat up on the bed. 'Suck Dominic, Daddy. I want to see two men playing. I never have. Look how lovely his cock is.' I felt his hands on my waist and arse, and the warmth of his mouth around my cock. Mary got up from the bed. We sucked each other, excited as one always is with a new partner. Then Mary was standing over us on the bed, legs astride. There was a sudden searing pain across my buttocks. She had the black leather cat-o-nine-tails, and was using it on us as we sucked each other. I felt Jasper wince as the lash caught him this time, the flinching of his hips driving his cock deep into my mouth. She laughed, and it was my turn again. I could see her legs and cunt, the lips all swollen and parted, her clit standing hard and peeping out. A drip appeared. His or hers, I wondered. But the lash fell again, and as she stood over us, whipping, I saw her fingers play over her cunt lips, rubbing and stretching them, and then tweaking and pulling at her clit. The lash descended once more, and she was coming again. 'Don't come, Daddy. I want to see you fuck Dominic!' 'And then I get to fuck him back?' 'Yes! Kneeling, Dominic.' 'So you can whip us?' 'Of course!' Intelligence Department had, of course, reported his rather frequent homosexual adventures, and it was clear he was experienced in anal sex. He spat on his cock and was up me as smoothly and efficiently as any Senior Demon. He slapped my arse as he fucked. Then there was the sound of a lash hitting his arse. His thrust was even harder that instant, and I heard him squeal. Out of the corner of my eye I could just see the muscles of her belly and thighs contract as the lash descended again. And again the harder thrust and squeal. He was close to coming, and the third lash tipped him over the edge. I felt his fists pummel my back as he came in me. 'Now you, Dominic. Quick!' I spat in my hand, moistened my cock and was into him, kneeling in front of me. The purpose was not merely to fuck him, but to establish her willing compliance in the act. Indeed she had insisted on it. Was this possibly the same fourteen-year-old girl we had recorded deep in prayer only a month earlier? Deep in prayer she may have been, but she was deep in my arse now. As I shagged her father, so she knelt behind me, and shagged my arse with the strap-on dildo I'd given her.Too much hair for our modern taste. When she reaches Hell, she will doubtless be made to shave and exhibit that pretty, plump mound. Mary threw the shredded lingerie to the floor and picked up the whip I had given her. She showed no mercy, lashing the naked woman's thighs, belly, and breasts. 'Hey! Don't spoil her tits!' The Doctor was concerned she would break the delicate white skin. 'I'm only going to sharpen her up a bit. I think they look nice pink, don't you?' The lash fell again, this time the leather thongs cutting into her open thighs, and one of them finding the whole length of her slit. 'Still, that'll do for now. You want to fuck me, Doctor?' She lay on her back across her mother's naked body, her thighs raised. I watched the Doctor kneel between her legs, his cock at a forty-five-degree angle, suggesting a vigorous fuck. He wiped it the length of her slit and lubricated before entering her. It was a satisfying moment as it guaranteed her promiscuity. Me, her father, and now a comparative stranger. I watched as they fucked, writhing in each other's arms. Soon I was hearing the familiar sounds of her first orgasm, and saw her nails claw his back in her passion. I amused myself with a pair of tweezers I found by the bed, selecting one pubic hair at a time and tweaking it out. Soon I had cleared an area of one cunt lip perhaps a half square inch. By the way she wriggled and arched her body, despite the weight of the two bodies fucking across it, you would think I was really torturing her. In passing, when she reaches us in Hell, she will be a most amusing subject, with a low tolerance to pain. I heard Mary come a second time, and now they were kneeling. I watched his cock glisten as it reamed in and out of her cunt, not her arse, and listened to the smack of belly against buttocks. My game with the ginger cunt hairs was palling, so I decided a different form of torture. I lay on top of her and whispered in her ear. 'We're going to kill you, my sweetie. The Doctor's going to kill you. Perhaps he'll inject you. Perhaps it would be more fun to strangle you.' You would have enjoyed her fear-filled eyes, Your Altitude. 'Yes, that would be more amusing. But first, we're going to rape you a bit.' My cock was placed, and I pushed. She was dry and tight, but I managed to get the knob past her lips. 'Teach you to sneak to Father Anselm. To the Bishop.' I pressed harder and was in her. As I fucked her, I whispered, 'She fucks well, your daughter. Can you hear her? I taught her that, my sweetie.' Beside me, the Doctor had come, and they were laying beside me now. The Doctor reached between us to feel our victim's tits. It was time for me to come. My cock moved easier now her cunt was filled with cum, and I shagged on for a minute or two. The Doctor was speaking. 'Ride her face, Mary, while he fucks her. She can't bite with that gag.' Mary was astride her face, and grinding her cunt up and down. I knelt so I could enjoy fondling Mary's tits and belly while still fucking her mother. I noticed the Doctor getting hard again as he caressed his victim's breasts. I leaned over and licked the shaft of his cock. He laughed and pushed his knob between my lips. Probably because of this, Mary was coming again, her cunt raking up and down her mother's face, making it glisten with her and the Doctor's cum. I came again and pulled out. 'My turn at her now!' The Doctor immediately replaced me. His cock slid in easily into the cum-filled cunt. He had his hands round her neck. 'I'd like to strangle you. Always wanted to, sanctimonious bitch. But, Mary, take that pillow and cover her face. Now, when I tell you to, press down on it. I want to feel her death-throes as I come.' And so Mary became completely and indisputably our property. On the Doctor's instruction, she smothered her mother. The body arched as if in orgasm as he unloaded his cum into her. The Funeral Directors arrived for the body soon after, and Mary's father soon after that, to hear of the happy news. 'I shall prepare the death certificate as soon as I'm back to the surgery. Heart failure, I think. I can write up some notes showing I've been treating her for a heart condition for years. An early cremation, I think?' He was still hard. So was I. As her father undressed, I entered Mary's arsehole. The Doctor held her father in his arms. 'And I've always wanted you, Jasper. Kneel for me...' Twenty-seventh day of the seventh month, 437,698th year of Our Great Leader's triumph.And such a pretty arse. But not for me, Mary. An altogether more august personage will enjoy you first. And I have the honor to lead you to Him. But why not?' He forced her to kneel, and as he parted her robes, she saw his great red and purple cock towering from the unbroken mat of black hair. She knew what she must do. The crowd shuffled past, uncaring, as she lowered her lips...

Authors/Joyce/Satans_Toy.txt

Joyce Hamilton

Convent Girls

'Theresa. What have you got in your hand? Bring it here. Bring it here at once, girl. It's no good trying to hide it. I've seen it. And I know who passed it to you.' Disaster. The note Sisi had passed when they thought the History teacher's back was turned was disastrous. In bold block capitals it read: 'RUB YOUR HARD LITTLE CLITTY ON MINE.' Slowly, reluctantly, Theresa stood up and walked to the front of the class. The other girls (but not Sisi!) were tittering. Sister Angelica read it, and blushed bright scarlet. She gulped. All sorts of unwelcome thoughts and feelings were rushing through her head. At that moment the school bell rang. The lesson was finished. 'My study, after chapel this evening, Miss Theresa.' She swept out still holding the offending slip of paper, her black habit swishing behind her. Despite her trouble, Theresa couldn't help thinking that the light summer fabric showed Sister Angelica's good legs and bottom, especially when she rushed about...as she usually did. Mother Superior heard Sister Angelica's complaint with a worldly indifference. In the thirty years she'd taught at The Convent School of the Faithful Virgin, she'd heard all this before, and so many times. Sister Angelica was burbling on, increasingly strident and upset, waving the crumpled piece of paper. 'I'd suspected Sisi and Theresa were too close. It's unhealthy. And she's brought all sorts of disgusting ideas....yes, and practices...from her own country. We can't have her corrupting our girls. Rubbing their....their...' she couldn't bring herself to use the word...'rubbing their parts together!' Mother Superior looked at the young woman, only half listening. She protested too much. Probably a suppressed lesbian, like so many of the nuns she'd known over the years. Such a pity. The girl was only twenty and yet she pretended this almost middle-aged virtue. She was too pretty to be wasted like this.....she must have a lovely body under those severe robes. Time was she'd have helped the nun to come to terms with her sexuality, learn it was God-given and should be embraced gladly. Yes, she'd helped so many nuns learn the pleasures and fulfillment of lesbian love....including rubbing clitoris to clitoris as in the offending note. She addressed her mind again to the immediate problem. Yes. So much better for the schoolgirls to get their pleasure together rather than risking pregnancy or disease with boys....or worse still men. 'Faithful Virgin. Virgo Fidelis.' It might have been true once, but she doubted there were nowadays many virgins by the time they got through the summer holiday between fifth and sixth form. How much better old-fashioned girlish fun than all this premature heterosexuality. Yes, it was sensible to encourage lesbian 'crushes' among these teenagers, if that protected them from the lusts of boys and men for a few more years! Angelica was still holding forth. 'They must be split up. Sisi must not share a room with any other girl....she cannot be trusted not to seduce her room-mate. And Theresa will share with a girl I know to be pious and Christian. And Theresa should be beaten. Sisi should be too....but I fear we would have trouble with her family if we did.Mother Superior was silent while she thought. She looked the tall, willowy figure of Sister Angelica over and thought that even now, at her age, she would enjoy that body with its long limbs and firm bustline! She wondered why Sister Angelica wore flimsy, lacy underwear under her severe black habit. Black underwear, yes, but certainly intended by the makers to be sexually provocative rather than somber. Probably the woman's only acknowledgment of her own sexuality. She would look very tasty in those flimsies, as seen from time to time on the communal washing lines! Good Lord! Even at her age she was aware of a hot feeling! Mother Superior she might be, but she was a woman.....and she promised herself a few minutes with her faithful dildo as soon as this disturbing young nun was finished. No, she was not going to allow them to be split up. If they were lucky enough to find pleasure even at that young age, she would not destroy it. 'You take too severe a view of these matters, Sister Angelica. These teenage affairs are harmless, and soon pass in most cases. And there is something of beauty about them. Did you never as a young girl?....Well, perhaps not! But you have missed a beautiful experience. No, they will continue to room together. But in the matter of discipline in class...yes we should do something. If you really must, you may beat her. But not to really hurt, and not with a cane or whip.' As soon as the troubling body of her young nun was well out of sight, she locked the door and pulled the light armchair in front of her antique cheval mirror. Tipped at the correct angle, this would let her watch her solo pleasures. A dildo from the locked desk drawer, and with a sigh she sank into the deep chair. Her best friend, Bob, her B(attery) O(perated) (Boyfriend). She pulled her heavy black robe up to her waist and opened her legs. Not bad, she thought. Not bad for nearly fifty-five. Legs still good, and....thank the Dear Lord.....no grey in her glossy black cunt hair. Her cunt was moist, and the dildo slipped easily up and down her slit. As she watched in the mirror, she thought first of the two young girls 'rubbing their clits together'. And sucking, she had no doubt. She was getting more aroused, and as she switched the vibrator motor on, she thought of Sister Angelica. She was sure the prude was not as pious as she wished to be thought. Those two girls had excited her. How the Mother Superior wished she could, wished she dared..... But, no. No, she could not attempt to seduce Sister Angelica, as she would have done when she was younger, before she had the burden of the title she bore. One hand slipped up under her robes, and she fondled her breasts.....she still wore no bra. Still good tits, she thought, but Sister Angelica's would be delightful....with the black lacy bra just for decoration, not for support. She was getting close now! As she slipped the vibrator into her cunt, pulling and rubbing her clitoris with her other hand, she imagined pulling those lacy panties aside and kissing, licking, mouthing. It was too much. She watched her body arch, reflected in the mirror, as she came. Good! That would set her up for the day! With some trepidation Theresa made her way towards her appointment with the cane. In the corridor, tall and echoing, where a dozen or so of the nuns had their apartments, she paused as she saw an unwelcome figure. Father Benedict watched the girl approach in the gloom. As she crossed through a dusty beam of sunlight, he could see the shape of her hard little breasts under the cotton blouse. No bra, he thought, and unconsciously he licked his lips. Theresa avoided his eyes. She knew he was looking at her body, undressing her in his mind. He was even licking his lips. Dirty old sod! And he was standing where a huge, tall bookcase narrowed the corridor. He pretended to stand aside as she passed, but she knew his game. With a shimmy of her hips, and ducking low, she avoided his outstretched hand....aimed at her tits. She was past him, but could almost feel his eyes fixed on her bottom. He wondered whether her tits would be freckled too. No, he thought. Milk-white with rosy little nipples. And was her cunt hair red-ginger, or blonde like her golden hair. Blonde he hoped. She knocked on the heavy, iron-banded oak door. Later that evening. 'Did she hurt you, Theresa....... Sister Angelica?' 'Not much, really.' 'Let me see. Oh, my poor Theresa. It's all pink and sore! Here let me kiss it better..It feels hot against my cheek. Let me soothe it . What did she do?' She made me stand there with my hands behind my back while she walked round me lecturing me. I think that was the worst bit. It was so humiliating, and she was getting so excited about it. She kept muttering 'rubbing, rubbing' in the middle of her shouting. Then she tried to get me to say what we do...in bed.' 'Oh no, Theresa.' 'Oh yes Sisi.' Theresa imitated the pompous, pious voice of the young nun...'I know you sleep in the same bed. Tell me what you do. What do you do together, young lady?What does she do to you? What do you do with her?' 'You didn't tell her.......' 'No. But I was tempted. To teach her a lesson. Suppose I'd said we suck each others' breasts, feel each others' clits, and lick each others' cunts. And Sisi fucks me with a strap-on dildo.That'd stop her in her tracks!' 'You're terrible. But what happened then?' 'She was red in the face now. But finally she calmed down, and said she was going to punish me. Not with the cane I deserved, but with the flat of my hand. She made me bend over the arm of her easy-chair, lifted my dress hem up and caught it in my knickers, and smacked my bottom.' 'Good job you weren't wearing your scarlet silk panties....or she'd have given you a few more.' 'I had my white satin ones on....and thought I'd get extra for not wearing cotton. But I'll tell you something....she liked it. At any rate after one slap she stopped and I could feel her hands, both of them, rubbing and stroking me! But only where I wasn't naked. And then another smack!.' 'I'm kissing it better!' 'Mmmmmmm. That's nice. You're making me squirm. Well, now she decided to have me over her knees. So I had to bend over her lap while she sat on a wooden chair. She slapped me twice.....it didn't hurt, just tingled really. Then I was slipping off her lap, because her habit was a bit shiny. So she made me kneel up, while she pulled her habit up round her waist, and then had me bend over her thighs again.' 'Her naked legs. Sister Angelica? I can hardly believe it.' 'You haven't heard the half of it. Not naked legs. Black, glossy stockings. No, I'm not making it up. Black stockings and a black lace suspender belt. And...you won't believe this...and black, lacy knickers, with an almost transparent panel at the front. No, Really! I could nearly see her cunt.....and I could see enough to see she must shave it, like you, Sisi. And you could see her pouting cuntlips. And she was wet, like you're making me. I could see she was dripping-wet.....and that made the panties even more transparent. There was a wet patch right down the crotch.. I tell you, I was getting quite excited as I lay across her knees. I could have sucked her, I tell you!' 'And she would have liked that from what you say. Anybody would .....you're sweet! Even the holy Sister Angelica....' 'I tell you, she was blushing red, and panting, and I could feel her squirming under me. She was pushing me down onto her lap with one hand in the middle of my back so my tits were squashed against her. She kept caressing my bum, and then slapping it some more. We've got to try that sometime, Sisi....I was nearly coming just from that! And as she felt me, her finger kept pressing against my cunt, and even my bottom hole. I tell you, Sisi, I was getting really wet.' 'Did she pull your panties down?' 'No. That was it, really. She made me get up. And she let me go without another lecture....which I'd expected.' 'I bet I know why she was in a hurry. What she did as soon as you were gone.' 'What? Oh yes. I should think you're right, Sisi.' 'I'd like to see her legs....and her bottom, and her tits. And I wouldn't mind being spanked....no, not at all. And I think I know what to do about it....' Father Benedict was lurking as before. He watched the buxom girl stride, almost arrogant, down the corridor. Her nipples stood firm like hazelnuts, showing through her dazzling white blouse. He knew, from magazines he had bought surreptitiously in shops behind the Central Station, that black girls had tight, crispy cunt hair, like tiny coiled watch-springs. How he wished he could see it for real.....he never had a chance to spy on the girls....though he knew the shape of several of the nuns' bodies....and the colour of their cunt-hair. Dirty old bugger, thought Sisi. As she passed him, his hand grazed her breast, pressing the erect nipple. If he asked she'd let him cop a feel.....maybe even fuck her tits! But not this sneaky groping. And if he wanted her arse....she could feel his eyes boring into her as she walked towards the heavy door....well, why didn't he say? Fuck him, then! She knocked at the door. 'Come!' Sister Angelica put down the book she was studying and looked up. She was surprised to see it was the young black girl from form 4a. 'What do you want, Sisi NDoko?' Sisi thought to herself the nun would be surprised at what she really wanted, but she answered as she had prepared, and practised with Theresa. 'I was ashamed, Sister Angelica.'It was my fault I wrote that note and passed it in class. Not Theresa's. And she was punished, not me. I didn't think that was fair...and nor do the other girls. 'So what do you want, girl?' 'I want you to punish me like you did Theresa...and then the other girls will be nice to me again.' Sister Angelica looked at the girl, and could feel her heart beating too strongly, with a tight feeling under her breasts. Sisi could sense this, and also see the nun's color rising. She guessed Sister Angelica was feeling the beginnings of excitement between her legs, just as Sisi was. 'That is easy, Sisi. And you are very right to seek atonement. Yes, I shall punish you just as I did your accomplice...What are you doing, girl? What...?' In amazement, she watched as with two easy gestures Sisi undid a button and let her skirt fall to the floor, and lithely pulled the cotton blouse up, over her head and onto the floor. The gesture showed her breasts off to the very best effect. In between two blinks of Sister Angelica's lovely brown eyes the girl was naked. 'My Mother always makes me undress before she punishes me if I've been naughty.' She deliberately showed the nun her round, plumping bottom as she bent to retrieve the clothes, folding them and laying them on the edge of the nun's desk. Sister Angelica knew she should tell the girl to put her clothes on again, and that if she didn't she would be embarking on a road from which there would be no turning back. But the girl was so beautiful with her full, firm breasts, nipples standing. Breasts that defied gravity, as if the nipples were being pulled upwards and outwards by some invisible thread. And her bottom. It jutted out, pert, like her breasts, lighter brown than the rest of her shining, ebony skin, rounded and strong. She longed to caress it. Her heart was thumping, and her clitoris was tingling. As the girl bent over, Sister Angelica could see her black cuntlips, shaven, plump. And when she stood up again, facing the desk, her shaven mound, and the lips swollen with desire, and the pink clit just peeping out. She longed to lick it, and stroke her rounded belly. Theresa had been almost boyish in the hardness, slimness of her body. But this black girl was all rounded contours, luxurious and opulent, promising hot and energetic sex. In the event Sister Angelica had no choice. Whatever her belief in 'free-will' she had none. The combination of years of repressed lesbian urges, of the fire in her cunt, of the sexiness of the young girl, and above all of Sisi's obvious willingness made her decision inevitable. 'Well, if that's the way it is done in your home, that's the way we'll do it.' She lifted the upright chair round to the front of her desk, and as she sat down again raised her habit so her legs were uncovered. Her black stockings shone and Sisi saw that she did indeed wear skimpy black underwear. 'Over my lap, young lady.' But Sisi had her own ideas. 'In my country, we do it like this, Sister Angelica.' And she knelt in front of the nun, her tits resting on the naked flesh above her stocking tops. A hand on each thigh, she parted them, and moved up the carpet so her face was resting in the lap. Each hand now rested on the nun's thighs, and as they closed on her she felt herself being held firmly between those long, strong, graceful legs. 'That's how we do it, Sister Angelica.' The nun looked down at this vision, held completely immobile. Leaning forward over the girl, she could reach that lovely arse. She slapped it, slapped it hard, and felt the girl flinch against her. Again she slapped her, and again that exciting wriggle. She was sure her cunt was running wet! She looked at the back, waist and bottom, so desirable, so smooth, so exotically black. Lost to all decorum now, she caressed the shoulders, then the waist, and then that lovely bottom. As her hand slipped into the crease between Sisi's buttocks feeling past the secret rose to that hot wetness, Sisi knew she had won, and slipped her face under the rumpled, rolled up black habit and right into the nylon-clad crotch. The scent of arousal was strong, and the nylon was damp. She nuzzled with her nose, and then with her open mouth. 'No, Sisi, we shouldn't. No, really...Oh!' Sisi had grasped the nun's erect clit, and a fold of the thin nylon panties in her lips, and pulled at it. The nun's thighs rose involuntarily to meet her. Sisi slipped a hand between them and pulled the scanty fabric aside...and licked the full length of the cunt. The nun's hands rested on her shoulders, as if pressing her into that secret place. No boy or girl had ever done this (or any other sexual act) to her. But our pious nun had nonetheless had plenty of solitary exercise, and this girl was fulfilling her secret masturbatory fantasies. 'Oh, Sisi, that's lovely. I never knew...Oh! Ooooooh! Sweet Jesus! Yes!' Sisi's finger slipped into her cunt, and then her little finger into the tight arsehole. 'Oooooooh! Like that! In and out! Yes, Both places. And suck. Yes! More! Oooooh!' Sisi felt her come. For a moment she was worried about the noise of the orgasm, but no-one came to the door. And the panting nun lifted her till she was kneeling upright between her legs. Sister Angelica leaned over and kissed the black girl on her lips. 'Thank you, Sisi. I could have gone through life and not known that. So strong. So intense...But I'm selfish. You. What can I do for you?' 'What you really want, Sister Angelica. Exactly what you want. Look, I'm so excited.' She stood up, and showed her swollen cuntlips, glistening with lust. 'On my bed, Sisi. Through here.' She took the girl by the hand, and led her. Her free hand rested lightly on that pert arse, feeling the strong muscles moving under her palm. 'You're very lovely, Sister Angelica.' Sisi had giggled as the nun had pulled her billowing habit up over her head, getting it stuck on her wimple. Her legs and her bottom, lacy panties and all, were very fetching as she struggled to release herself. Now it lay discarded on the floor beside them, and Sisi was holding the taller figure against herself, her breasts pressed into Sister Angelica's back, her hands one on each firm breast, her belly making fucking movements against that full, rounded arse. 'You're very lovely, Sister Angelica. And these are sexy, but I want them off.' It was as if roles had reversed. Sister Angelica stood there feeling like a young girl as she submitted to the desires and commands of this much more experienced partner. She stood motionless as Sisi unclipped the bra and slipped the panties down. Both naked, they embraced, breasts crushed against breasts, tongues playing together. 'Sweet Jesus, I wish I'd done this before...' 'You know what I want now...' Sisi was giggling as she knelt down on the bed. 'What I said...' She wriggled her bottom as the nun knelt beside her. She was absurdly still wearing her wimple. What did the girl mean? Sister Angelica supposed she wanted to be licked, as she had in turn been licked. 'Spank me, Sister Angelica. Spank me like you spanked Theresa.' Why did she want this? She fondled the ebony buttocks, excited still by the feel of smooth skin and the flowing roundness there. Well, if that's what she wanted. She slapped one cheek, not very hard, and then the other. The bottom wriggled beside her. 'Harder...please,' please..' This time a really hard, stinging slap, and another that seemed to echo round the tall ceiling. She stopped and again caressed Sisi's bum. Another slap, and another. The nun found she was enjoying this...her cunt was awake again, even after the enormous orgasm of minutes before. As she slapped now, she noticed the girl's body was arching towards her to meet each blow. It was then she realised that the girl was enjoying it, was enjoying the pain. She reached under and felt her erect nipples, tweaking them hard, and then ran her hand down the crease between her buttocks, and round to her cunt. She was wet, hotly aroused. Amazingly, she liked being spanked! 'Please!' Now the blows rained down onto willing flesh, faster and harder as both became more excited. Sister Angelica's free hand slipped down to her own cunt, seeking out her clit, and pressing the side of it as she had long known to gradually increase her arousal. Sisi was now making little squeaking noises and panting, while still demanding more and harder spanking. Finally she threw herself over onto her back, legs wide apart, ebony cuntlips swollen and apart to show the amazing scarlet of her inner lips and clit. 'Now! Suck me now! Make me come. I'm nearly there. God you look lovely, do me now!' Without thought, Sister Angelica was lying on her belly, her face pressing against the open, wet cunt. Her hand still rested against her own clit, pressing the side of it. Two hands seized her hair and pulled her face even closer to the silky folds. The wimple came away, and was thrown aside. Now her head was held firm, while Sisi raised and lowered herself so her cunt raked the length of her partner's face, clit and lips rubbing on nose, mouth and chin. She was coming, and the squeaking noises were alternating with grunts and finally piercing screams of delight. Sister Angelica was masturbating with her free hand, fingers now running over her clit and into her cunt. Sister Erica was passing the outer door when she heard the noise. She stopped. Sister Angelica was having a nightmare! She ought to wake her and spare her the horrors. Her heart raced as she thought of Sister Angelica...perhaps she slept naked...or perhaps in a lacy see-through nightie, like the pretty underwear she washed out and hung up among the white cotton of the other sisters. It would be a kindness to wake her, and virtue might have the reward of seeing that lovely body.Sister Erica pushed open the door. The door to the sleeping room was ajar, and the noises still came from within as she pushed it open. Neither girl saw the tall, slender blonde in her black robes, standing in the doorway. Sisi had her eyes closed as she was reaching the peak of her orgasm, and Sister Angelica had her face tight into the girl's crotch. Sister Erica watched, enthralled, as the woman she lusted after brought herself to orgasm, her fingers now one in her vagina and the other in her anus, fucking in and out, while with her other hand she pulled and pushed at her clit. She could see her lovely breasts, still firm and upright even though she was lying on her back. Long legs, firm belly. Belly moving up and down as if in the sexual act. Standing at the door, Sister Erica reached up under the hem of her habit, and felt for her own cunt, that demanded satisfaction. And yet she had eyes, too, for the other figure. She recognized Sisi Ndoko. Her breasts no less firm and nipples puffy. And her cunt raking up and down her bed-partner's face. She watched them come, noisily, and as they came, had her own, quieter orgasm. As the couple lay motionless on the bed, she silently pulled the door to again, and left. Minutes passed before Sister Angelica pulled herself up the bed to lie beside her new lover. She leaned over and kissed the black girl lightly on the lips. Leaning over her, she whispered her thanks, her gratitude not just for two orgasms, but for the liberation from years of repression. She lay back again, but her hand rested lightly on the girl's bosom. 'And I never knew....Theresa told me how good it was to be spanked. I half believed her...but I never knew.' She leaned over the nun, and kissed her in turn. 'Did you come again?' 'Mmmm. You are very beautiful.' She was running her hand, light as a feather, over the shining skin, breasts, belly, thighs. 'Kiss me!' They hugged and their tongues touched. 'Tonight! Tonight, come to our room, and Theresa will show you her strap-on. I'd love to kiss you down here...' her hand was between them, nestling between the nun's thighs...'kiss you down here while Theresa's fucking you. And then you could do Theresa or me.' 'Mmmm.' She had had a quick wash-down, and washed out her sweaty and wet undies, and was walking over to early evening chapel, enjoying the warm sunlight, tolerable now after the heat of the day. A voice from the undergrowth beside the path. 'Sister Angelica. Sister Angelica, can you help me.' She recognised Sister Erica's voice and her slight Scandinavian accent. It was gloomy under the overgrown laurel bushes, and she had to stoop and push past hanging branches. About twenty yards into the thicket, and still the voice ahead of her somewhere. Intrigued, she continued. Suddenly she was back in the blinding sunlight. A secret, hidden glade....long, fine grass, and wild flowers in great abundance. A magically beautiful place. She stopped, dazzled. Without warning she was pinioned from behind, two hands feeling her breasts, a body pressed against hers. She struggled. A voice in her ear. 'Don't struggle, Sister Angelica. You see, I know about you and Sisi Ndoko. I saw you and her. I've loved you since I came here, and now I know my love is not in vain.' Her neck was licked, and then kissed, as the hands squeezed and caressed her breasts. 'We......I.....We were just.........' 'I know what you were doing, you lucky girl!' With a laugh, Sister Erica released her and was standing in front of her, about three feet away. Sister Angelica felt for the second time that day the tightness in her chest, heart beating. She recognised this now as being love....or at least the anticipation of sexual pleasure. She took in the figure. As tall as her. Short, cropped hair, so blonde as to be nearly white. Dazzling in contrast to the all-over golden suntan. Her breasts nearly conical, as if straining upwards and outwards, with small, hard, pink nipples. Long, slender legs, and a hard, boyish bottom. Just the lightest fuzz of pubic hair, a tiny powder-puff, the same ash-blonde as her hair. Sister Angelica's hand went to her bosom. Sister Erica mirrored the gesture, her own hand holding her left breast. She laughed. 'You, too, Angelica? My heart's beating, too.' As she spoke, Sister Angelica was pulling her black summer-weight habit over her head and casting it to the ground. Both nuns stood naked in the evening sunlight, naked except for their white wimples. 'Can't catch me!' With another girlish laugh, Sister Erica slapped Sister Angelica's bottom with an open hand and scampered off across the glade. 'Can't catch me!' A child again, with the freedom of a child, Sister Angelica found herself laughing too.....she had not laughed much in her life...and running after the lithe, athletic girl. At the far edge of the glade the blonde had to stop. Sister Angelica grabbed for her. Both girls were laughing now. 'Got you!' Momentarily she had one arm round her waist and the other over those pert breasts. But Sister Erica slipped, downwards, through her grasp, and was off again. 'Missed!' Another slap on the buttocks as she went. 'I'll have you!' What with laughing and panting from exertion the words were difficult to get out. 'I'll get you!' They were back where they started, beside the two piles of black cloth, when she caught up again. This time she grasped the struggling girl, and forced her to the ground, holding her down with a hand on each shoulder. Still with all her weight holding her down, she shifted so she was sitting on the girl's belly. Now she leaned forward, so the weight of her chest held her immobile. Both girls were panting from their exhaustion, bosoms heaving. But they stopped laughing and were suddenly silent as they embraced. Sister Angelica could feel the sunlight on her body, the soft grass under her, smelling of crushed thyme and mint, and above all the hard, but soft too, body of Sister Erica pressed against her. They kissed, hands wandering, seeking out breasts, hips, shoulders, bottoms. They rolled in the grass, sometimes the slim, golden body of one on top, and sometimes the fuller, rounded, olive-skinned body of the other. What could be more natural, than in the course of their play they, without knowing how or on whose initiative, suddenly were lying in each others' arms, head to tail, as it were. For the second time that day, and the second time in her life, Sister Angelica found herself tonguing a hot, hard clit. Sister Erica, amazed by the strange....to her....shaven mound and cuntlips was fondling that unaccustomed smoothness, the hairless mound resting heavy on her face, soft against her cheek. But it was thrusting against her face, insistent, and she obliged by opening the lips and kissing the nub. In the bushes Father Benedictus leaned back against the trunk of a laurel. He had been rather dismayed when the two girls had scampered away from him, across the grassy glade. But overjoyed again when they chased back, and collapsed scarcely ten feet from his hideaway. He had often watched Sister Erica sunbathing here, either by herself or with one or other of the nuns with whom she had sex. Sometimes, if he was lucky, there would be three, or even four naked girls, behaving in a most un-religious way. But seldom was he lucky enough to have the display under his nose as it were. He lifted his black skirts, and wedged the hem under his rope belt, leaving his cock free. Slowly, carefully, he teased it up to full erection, and with a loose grip ran his hand up and down the shaft. The display was good today, with the two girls heaving together in their passion. Sister Angelica was on top finally. He had never spied on her before, and guessed rightly that this was new to her. The nuns no longer confessed to him since he had used the confession of Sister Nadia, gone from the School now unfortunately, to blackmail her into sex with him ......his only regret that he had allowed her to get away with a bit of sucking. Now he would have had the lot, cunt, arse, tits, mouth, hands....the lot! He could scarcely use that weapon now, as most of the nuns knew the Nadia affair, and would use it to ruin him in his turn. Sort of mutually-balanced deterrent! But he was still pretty sure that Sister Erica had seduced the innocent, and apparently rather prudish Sister Angelica....and that she would not confess it. He was glad they kept their wimples on. He had seen Sister Angelica hang out her washing. What a pity she hadn't worn her lacy undies and stockings today. The combination of white wimple and black underwear would be so memorable! He studied her naked arse, scarcely daring now to touch his cock. She was humping, as if fucking the mouth of the blonde. Sister Erica's hands grasped the rounded bottom. He could see the marks her grip left in the soft flesh. He lifted his binoculars.....didn't really need them, but he always brought them in case the action was too far from his cover. Still gently fondling his own cock, cradling his balls, tip-touching his anus, he adjusted the focus till the scene was clear, magnified, as if beside him. He could see her brown, dimpled anus, and the scarlet gash of her cunt....so clearly. And as he watched, he saw Sister Erica's finger enter that moist, hot vagina, wanking in and out. He wanked harder, scarcely able to hold himself back now. And then.....oh joy! the glistening finger slipped out of the cunt, and gently into that secret arsehole. It wanked in and out, as far as the first knuckle. His hand flew faster and faster, and he dropped the binoculars to penetrate his own anus with his free hand.He felt it coming and watched the white globules fly into the air, to drop into the dry, brown dust in front of him. As ever, he felt immediate shame and guilt. How could he? The sin of Onan, allowing his seed to fall to the barren ground! The Bible was adamant. It was damnation! He let his robes fall into place and rushed away through the bushes. As he ran, he could hear first the whimpering squeals of one girl, and then the deeper grunts of the other, as they found their own natural and guiltless pleasure. 'She'll be here in a couple of minutes.' 'Are you sure she'll come...I mean, she may have second thoughts.' 'She loved it. She'll come. Let's pretend we're asleep, and let her wake us up!' Sisi was naked. Theresa had her best, red see-through panties...to tease, without hiding a thing. And when she had shaved Sisi's cunt that afternoon, she had allowed Sisi to shave hers, so it was white and smooth, lips swollen under the transparent nylon. The door was ajar, and the two nuns quietly entered. The scene was delightful. Both beds had been stripped of all but the base sheet and pushed together. The two teenagers lay side-by-side, Theresa's arm casually lying across Sisi's belly. White flesh contrasted to black. Sister Erica held her finger to her lips, and in silence the two stripped off their habits. They removed each other's wimples, and silently embraced next to the bed. Sister Erica pointed to herself and then to Sisi. This suited her companion, who, after all, had already enjoyed the black girl, and was looking forward to the blonde. She watched as Sister Erica kissed, oh so lightly, one black nipple, and when it was erect and hard, licked the other one, until that too stood. Sister Erica watched as her companion's white hand, nails trimly manicured but innocent, of course, of varnish, first felt Theresa's pouting lips through the flimsy red nylon that hid nothing, and make it go darker with the moisture. Then the hand slid down into the panties, and she saw a finger slip into the moist alcove. The 'sleeping' girl moaned and raised her hips. Sister Angelica leaned over and, still fingering the willing slit, gently kissed her milk-white but freckled breasts. (Yes, Father Benedict had been half right...freckles and rosy-pink nipples). Sisi pretended to wake up as a hand and probing finger felt down into her naked lips. 'Sister Erica. How lovely.' She spoke softly and lazily as if waking from slumber. She reached up with both arms and pulled the nun down onto her breast. This was the cue for Theresa who 'woke' and spoke. 'Sister Angelica. Like you promised. We got so excited waiting for you that we brought each other off and went to sleep. You can feel how ready I am.' She was still raising and lowering her hips against the penetrating fingers, but she too reached up and pulled the nun down onto her, till her hard little breasts were pressed against the lusher bosom of her lover. She felt down between them, and found Sister Angelica was just as excited as her. All four lay on the bed, fingering, caressing, kissing. There was no awkward embarrassment as their lust overcame all inhibitions, even between nuns and teenage girls. Theresa was the first to break the spell. 'Who wants to meet Iron John?' She giggled and broke the clasping embrace. All three watched her as she climbed on a chair and reached to the top of their wardrobe. She stood on the chair, aware of the effect her lovely young body was having, especially on the nuns. She opened a cardboard box and took out a contraption that seemed to be a collection of red leather straps...'Ta Ra! Iron John!' Still standing on the chair, she untangled the straps, and within moments the nuns saw what it was. The strap-on dildo stood out proud and long from her still-slim hips. The red straps were fastened by buckles, one behind each thigh, and the other in the small of her back. She was obviously used to fixing it as it was done with no hesitation, but she used the opportunity to turn round, bend over, squat etc, all to show off her body. She jumped lightly down from the chair. The dildo jiggled in front of her, but not her tits, firm as only a teenage girl can be. She stood by the bed. 'Who's first.....no, not you Sisi. You've had him once today already.' 'You promised me!' Sister Angelica sat up on the bed. 'And you've already got me all wet and hot.' 'Me after, then.' This from Sister Erica. Sisi sat up too, though she and Sister Erica were still gently fingering each other's cunts. 'You want to watch this. I've never seen Theresa do anyone else....and we don't have a mirror for me to watch her do me.' 'Don't stop!' Sister Erica opened her legs even wider and they watched the fun. 'It looks terribly big...Will it go in. She's rubbing it up and down the outside. Look at her bottom as she kneels. Sweet Jesus, she's got its knob in. And look how Sister Angelica is lifting her belly to meet it. What a lovely rounded belly.....and lovely plump lips.' 'That's nice. Can you slip a finger in my bottom too. Yes! Like that. Look at them go at it now. Theresa's right on top. Look at Angelica's face. She's gone. Look! Jesus, she's enjoying it. It's not too big for her. And listen to her....Did you ever hear such language?' Sisi was giggling, and Sister Erica found her fellow nun's obscenity amusing too. 'And from a Nun. Would you believe it. I wonder where she learned those words.' 'Some of the Nuns are not as innocent as they look. I could tell you some....but look, I think she's coming. Look at her face, all flushed. And Theresa going at it like a real stud. Does she come too?' 'Not while she's fucking.....but she gets so worked up that it only takes a touch afterwards! She's come....look they've stopped. Now move that finger in my bottom as well. Shall I?' She felt round to the Nun's tight, virgin asshole with her slippery index finger. 'Oh no!' But the finger slipped in, and moving in and out, gently, slowly, taught Sister Erica something new....and something she would never forget. 'Oh! Oh! I never thought. Oh, Sisi....Oh!' She slipped down the bed, collapsed, and the probing, black fingers slipped out of her cunt and asshole. 'I never knew! That was lovely!' Theresa removed her rubber cock from Sister Angelica who lay there, eyes shut, breathing deeply, a smile on her face. She knelt beside the other two. 'Your turn now, Sister Erica.' 'Oh, but I couldn't. I just came.....' 'All the better. And you don't know what coming is until you've met Iron John.' She grasped one tanned thigh in each hand and pulled the legs open. 'Lovely cunt hair. I love blonde cunt hair. Mine was blonde before this naughty girl shaved me.' She stroked the glistening cunt, her fingers combing through the blonde curls, and tip-touching the pink clit that just peeped out. She crossed her fingers and, giggling, showed them to the Nun before plunging them into her vagina. 'Candles?' The Nun nodded, and they both laughed. 'No problem, then.' This time she lay direct on top, placed the dildo exactly over the welcoming hole, and with a steady push of her hips entered. Sister Erica's slim hands were round the teenager's back, fingernails digging into her buttocks as they fucked. Theresa was whispering in her ear, but what the words were, obscenities or endearments, the other two couldn't hear. Sister Angelica looked at Theresa's cunt lips, like a purse from behind, and suddenly wanted to kiss them. She bent over the couple and her lips were on Theresa's shaven cunt. Each time the girl lifted, to shove in again, her tongue penetrated. The girl's anus brushed the nun's nose. Sisi was fondling a breast, her hand infiltrated between the two bodies. It was Sister Erica's breast of course...she'd often played with Theresa's, and a new toy was more exciting. On a sudden impulse, Sister Angelica slipped her tongue into the secret, puckered hole. This spurred Theresa to even greater efforts. Iron John went faster and faster. They wriggled and writhed as she humped the nun. And Sister Erica was coming.....and if her squeals and screams were anything to go by, the promise of an even bigger orgasm was being fulfilled. 'Now us!' Sisi reached under the bed and produced a gadget neither nun had even dreamed of. A double dildo: two cocks joined by a pink, flexible rubber tube. She knelt in front of Theresa and unbuckled 'Iron John'. 'You play with this!' She gave it to Sister Angelica who was buckling it on while Sisi inserted first one end in Theresa, and then the other in herself. She lay on top of her friend, and they embraced, both bellies and hips moving. They had all finished....for the time being. 'There's one thing worrying me.' The three looked at Sister Erica. 'You won't any of you go confessing this, will you. Especially not to Father Benedict.' 'I don't confess anything like that....not that I've had much to confess till today.' Sister Angelica blushed. 'We don't confess that either. And we've got plenty to confess.' This with a giggle from Sisi. 'Father Benedict's creepy. He's a dirty old man. He's always trying to touch you.' Theresa shook her head. 'Me too,' said Sisi. 'It's worse than that. I know he creeps around trying to see the nuns naked. There's a place where some of us play together and I know he hides to watch.' Sister Erica shook her head too. Sister Angelica was shocked. 'Not where we.....' 'Yes, Sister Angelica. Exactly there.' The lovely brunette blushed with shame. 'That's terrible.' 'But it's not the worst. Did you ever hear about Sister Nadia?' She told the others of the blackmail, rape, and disgrace of the lovely novice. Sisi was thinking. 'We should do something about the ugly old sod.'Another sunny afternoon and another visit to his personal sex-show for Father Benedict. He leaned against his usual tree and carefully parted the overhanging branches. The good news was there were four nuns, the bad news was that they were sitting in a circle talking. Another appeared over the far side of the glade and was walking towards the group. He focused his binoculars, and to his delight, recognized Sister Mary Wong. Of all the nuns, she was his favorite, and five at once. This could be one of his best sessions. She was up with the group now, and he could easily hear their happy greetings. She stood there a moment and seemed about to sit down in a space they had made. He was in luck. She hesitated and then, with a flowing, graceful motion, pulled her habit up over her head. Her wimple followed, and then she sat down, using the black robes as a cushion. She was facing him. He studied her breasts and felt his cock hardening, making a tent in his hassock. Time to get down to business. He pulled the hassock up and over his head and grasped the cock. She was wearing panties, dazzling white against her olive-lemon skin. Pity, he thought, as she had such a delightful cunt, with its wisps of straight, fine, black hair. He was masturbating now, but slowly. He felt the afternoon might become an orgy, and he didn't want to waste that. Slow and steady, he ran his fingers up and down his cock. Suddenly, a flashing light. Two more. Another. Shapes in the gloom. He was dazzled. What was it? His free hand was grasped and twisted behind his back, the binoculars falling into the dust. Now he could see...naked flesh. Sister Angelica, Sister Erica, and the young girl Theresa. He was protesting...his arm twisted right up to his shoulder hurt. But as he protested, so the pressure increased, bending him double. His face was level with the three cunts...he would never know whether Theresa had ginger or blonde cunt-hair. She was shaven, like Sister Angelica. A knee in his back forced him forward, brushing against the flesh he had so lusted after. Now he was in the glade, his naked shame exposed to the nuns, all of whom had jumped up when they heard the noise of his protests. His captor forced him into a kneeling position, facing four naked women and four in nuns' black habits. His captor joined them in the semi-circle, and he saw it had been the black girl, Sisi NDoko. 'Who is your confessor?' The naked Sister Erica seemed to be in charge. 'I said, who is your confessor?' Still no answer. 'Who brought the cane?' 'I've got it.' 'Give it to Sister Angelica, Sister Chastity. She's best with it. Now, unless you answer, you'll be caned. Now, who is your confessor.' Slowly and with ill grace, 'Father Murphy.' 'Oh, please, Sister Erica. Let me cane him. Just a bit. I'd so like to, please.' 'Just one then, Sister Angelica. To let him know what will happen if he refuses anything.' Sister Angelica's shaven labia were mere inches from his face when she leaned over him and touched his arse with the cane, making sure her aim would be accurate. She raised it and dealt him a stinging slash diagonally across his white buttocks. The red weal rose immediately as he lurched forward, his face hitting her naked belly and mound. 'Shouldn't do that, Father Benedict!' And she gave him another slash. Again, he screamed and lurched forward against her. He saw her labia had swollen, had parted, and her pink clitoris was peeping out between them, gleaming and erect. 'That's enough, Sister Angelica.' 'But it's so exciting!' 'I can see that!' She brushed her hand against the naked lips, before raising it to her face to scent the girl's arousal. 'And do you confess to him that you spy on naked nuns and jerk off using them as sex objects?' Silence. 'The cane, Sister Angelica.' One stroke. A third red weal, now making a triangle on his buttocks. Another scream. Another, deliberate this time, lurch towards the naked flesh inches from his nose. 'I shall take it, then, that you don't. Well, we intend it to stop. Sister Mary Wong, put your wimple on him.' 'What, I mean...?' 'Silence, you! That's right, adjust it properly. Now, Theresa, a few photos. Facial. Make sure none of us are in the background. Now, did someone bring Sister Angelica's pretties?' Sister Charity giggled and reached up under her robes to produce a tiny bundle of black lace and nylon. Sister Erica sorted them out and held them loosely in her hand. 'I'm sure you know what these are for. You have seen Sister Angelica in them often enough. Now you put them on.' He started in astonished horror. 'No...I...please...' 'The cane.' Another swish. Sister Angelica was very obviously aroused, and Sister Charity was grasping her own cunt, though her habits. 'You'll make your habits all wet, Sister Charity! Cane him once or twice more, Sister Angelica.' Sister Charity had her hand up under her robes now, and her fingers were busy in her cunt. Theresa was hugging Sister Mary Wong, one hand on a glorious, firm breast, the other down the front of her dazzling white panties, fingers busy there too. The other nuns were watching, entranced. 'Help him, Sisi.' Father Benedict had managed to get the stockings on, but couldn't fasten the suspender clips. Sisi did this and then fastened the lacy bra over his mean chest. 'Just the panties now...' He stood there, ludicrous, in the circle of giggling women and girls. 'Doesn't look as good as you in them, dear Sister Angelica. But it's still worth a few photos, Theresa. Make sure you get his legs as well as his face. Good! Now, Sister Mary Wong's habits. Put them on!' And he did look a bit like a nun...aged and withered, but a nun nonetheless! Theresa took some more pictures. 'Show us your legs. Lift your robes and show us your legs! Higher! Oh, dear...he's lost his erection! Sisi...' Sisi put an arm around his shoulder and, taking his hand, placed it on her breast. 'There! That's what you wanted, isn't it.' She lowered her voice and whispered in his ear, 'And how would you like to rub this between my tits.' His hand was pressing and squeezing her, making up for many lost years, as she felt down, feeling for his cock under the black fabric. 'My word, you certainly would like that, wouldn't you.' Louder now, 'He's nicely hard again, Sister Erica.' 'Lift your skirts, then.' Theresa took some shots of his stockinged legs, cock peeping from the waistband of his lacy panties, and made sure his face and wimple were in each picture. Despite his embarrassment and his apprehension, the naked flesh, and especially the fondling and caressing, and even more especially the unaccustomed feel of the stockings on his legs...all this conspired to keep him hard. 'That's enough...you're enjoying this too much. Take those robes off.' 'Can I cane him a bit, please, Sister Erica.' 'Later, Sister Chastity. Later. First, we need some pictures of him masturbating. Lie down. I said lie down on the grass!' He lay there, ludicrous in his wimple and scanties. His cock was hard, but he was trying to cover it with both hands. 'I couldn't, please, I couldn't.' 'Nonsense...you've done it often enough. Sister Charity, the whip!' She stood over him, trapping him on his side between her ankles. He looked up and saw her cunt part-open above him. He groaned...misery and lust inter-mingled. Her tits jiggled as she brought the whip down. It stung him, and he screamed, but his full concentration was on the girl's body looming over him. Involuntary, his hand was moving up and down his cock now, but Sister Charity treated herself to the pleasure of caning him twice more, before Sister Erica called her off. He lay there, his eyes half closed, jerking his cock with one hand and feeling his knickered buttocks with the other. His eyes flitted from figure to figure, but mostly between the beautiful black girl and the oriental nun...who had removed her white panties now. Theresa was taking photographs of his humiliation. He knew that, but the great imperative was his cock and his rising orgasm. He felt it build and build, and finally got his release as his spunk flew, spattering over his suspender belt and stockings, oozing now onto his hand and down onto the lace of his panties. 'Did you get that, Theresa?' 'Yes, Sister Erica. I'm sure I got several shots. I've shot off four films.' Theresa looked carefully at the white pools, remembering what Sisi had told her. She was tempted to dip her fingers in and rub it into her tits. But there were too many watching, and in any case, she suspected a withered old man's cum would not work like Sisi's vigorous young lovers. Father Benedict's usual shame after coming was magnified. Terribly so. He hid his face in his hands. 'We've done with you now. Look at me when I speak to you! I said we've done with you now. Can you think of any reason why we shouldn't send a set of these photos to the bishop?' 'You wouldn't...You couldn't. No...no.' 'Dressed as a nun...black stockings and underwear...and enjoying an al fresco wank! What will the dear old man think?' His misery was complete. Tears of shame and trepidation filled his eyes. 'This is what you will do. You will go to the bishop and resign your post here. Tell him the work is too onerous for you at your age. Understand? And we'll just keep the pictures as insurance, but not show them. Understand?' She was magnificently dominating, he thought. Naked and proud. He nodded his agreement and relief. Theresa was still thinking about cum. 'Sister Erica, can he tell the bishop that a younger priest would be able to get closer to the girls and young nuns?''A young priest would have our confidence.' 'Younger, and more handsome, I suppose! You girls! But why not. Tell him he should send a younger man, preferably just out of the seminary. Now you can go. Do you want your underwear, Sister Angelica?' 'I don't fancy it, covered in his stuff.' 'Take that wimple off. Now, just go. And if you're still here tomorrow, the pictures go to the bishop!' He scuttled back into the bushes, and if he had stayed, which he didn't, he would have seen the triumphant girls celebrate their victory in the way they most enjoyed.

Chapter 2

Authors/Joyce/Convent Girls.txt

© Hamilton Joyce

His Little Butterfly

'I'm going to bed, Dad.' 'Early, Tina?' 'I'm tired, Dad.' 'Well, sleep tight, My Little Butterfly. I'm playing poker online. I'll be late, I reckon. Sleep tight.' She offered her cheek for the usual goodnight peck. Charley McGrath returned to his computer. Since his wife had left him nearly a year ago, he'd found consolation in cybersex, though he always pretended to his daughter he was just gambling, 'low stakes.' As the months passed, he was getting more and more obsessed, spending most of his free hours surfing, and finding more and more interesting contacts and places to go. Tina knew he would be at his PC until the early hours of the morning! And Tina did not go to bed. Instead, she had a quick shower and sorted out her sexiest gear: her new pastel blue trainer bra and thong, her skimpy white, tight top, and a micro mini: her nicest white court shoes. It would have been nice to leave her bra off, but that would be a bit obvious. It was their first date, and she would let him touch her breasts, but she mustn't seem too easy! She would have liked to wear stockings, but it was still too warm for that. The girls said that boys loved to feel that soft bit above the stocking tops. Tracy said it sends them wild. Oh well, never mind. An afterthought, she clasped her new necklace round her neck, slipping it under her blonde shoulder-length hair. Daddy had given it to her for her twelfth birthday last week. It had a little gold butterfly on it. His name for her, 'my little butterfly'. She slipped the matching gold bangle over her wrist. It had the same image engraved on it, and had been her eleventh birthday present. She checked her mobile. There was nothing since the text messages that Saturday morning, asking her for a date in the evening. Thomas had walked her home from school Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday afternoons. He was two years older than her, and an athlete as well as being very handsome. She thought he looked so sexy with his wavy black hair and his broad shoulders and tiny bum. He seemed a bit shy, which was nice. He had texted her each morning saying how much he liked her, how pretty she was, and all that. And she had reciprocated. For three nights, she had masturbated imagining him kissing and caressing her. It was nicer than her usual fantasies of Hugh Grant. Sometimes she fantasised about a make-believe guy who was a sort of mix of Mr Busby the science teacher and her own Daddy, which worked quicker than Hugh Grant. But Thomas was even nicer! She looked again at the last two text messages. The one asking her for a date. And the next, after she had replied, saying they'd meet just outside the gates of the school sports field. She knew her Dad would never agree. So she would just sneak out, leaving a pillow in her bed in case he looked in before he went to sleep. She was excited. She'd never had a date before, and Thomas was very handsome, as well as it would make her the envy of all the girls when she allowed the fact to 'slip out by accident.' She knew he would kiss her. That's why he wanted to meet in the playing field! She hoped he would feel her breasts, and wondered if he would want to caress her 'down there'. She decided that if he did, she would feel him too. She used the lipstick and some perfume her mother had left behind when she ran away with the waiter man. She looked in the mirror, and liked what she saw. Slipping her house key into a little bag, she let herself out silently. Round the corner, out of her street, she checked her phone. No message. So she texted Thomas. 'I'm on my way. Be there in 10.' The reply was instant. 'I'm here already, Tina. You'll see a white transit van about 50 yards into the field by the side gate. It's been there all evening. I'm by that, xxxx'. It was dark, no moon. The street lights ran out near the back of the playing fields. The school had no lights at all: everyone had gone home for the weekend. It was still and completely silent. An urban fox startled her, running a foot or two in front. She was nervous, but it would be all right with Thomas. She knew he was there so they could kiss and cuddle with no-one interrupting. She felt her body waking up 'down there' with a tingling feeling. She would have liked to touch herself, but not here! She walked quicker, feeling her tight little thong rubbing nicely against her aroused clitoris. At the gate, it was black as midnight, and absolutely still. They were about half a mile from the housing estate here, and at least a hundred yards from the road. The school was silent. She had been petrified, creeping along the un-made and rutted track. Thank goodness it wasn't muddy today! She would have liked to run, but had to be careful not to stumble in her new shoes. Why hadn't he met her at the main gate? Why here, at the side? And there was no sign of him. She texted. 'I'm here. I can't see you.' 'Can you see a white van? I'm there.' She peered. There was a shape. And it was a van. She ran over the grass, so relieved. 'Thomas?' She was seized from behind, a hand over her mouth. She struggled and bit it. She tried to cry out, but the hand stayed firm over her face. 'Fuck! The bitch bit me!' 'Show her the knife.' A torch was shone in her face, lighting her, but momentarily blinding her. The hand was still over her mouth, but now she saw a shiny blade, pointed in front of her face. She felt a prick on her throat. A third hand was over her left breast now, gripping it hard, painfully. Then a hand was up under her skirt, gripping her thigh. 'Shut up. No noise. Or I'll slit your throat.' She froze. 'That's better!' She was lifted roughly, clumsily off the ground. The hand on her breast hurt her as it took her weight. The hand up her skirt slipped, and was holding her by her crotch. Someone had opened the van doors. She was lifted higher and thrown in, landing on her back. The floor was soft, like a mattress. 'Let's see what we've caught.' She heard the doors shut, and then there was a dim light from the corner of the scruffy van. The man with the knife was tall and stocky and had long, lank yellow hair. He had stubble on his face. His blue denim jeans and sweatshirt looked greasy. The other man was smaller, short, slender, better dressed in shirt and tie and looked cleaner. He was clean-shaven and had a small moustache. If anything, he looked even nastier than the giant man. 'Wowee, lookee this. What a catch! She's a looker all right!' The two men stood over her as she lay on a grubby, sprung mattress. They were too close, menacing, and gloating over her. She was too scared even to weep. A camera flash went off. The smaller man held the knife now, and a camera, while the giant knelt beside her. 'Let's have a clearer look!' She found her tongue as he pulled her top out of her skirt waist. 'Please don't! Where's Thomas? Let me go.' The monster took no notice and pulled her top up over her head. It caught on her necklace a moment, but then she lay there in her bra. He stroked her satin-y bra a moment and she felt her nipples harden involuntarily. Then he pulled at it. It had an easy clasp, and was soon off. 'Now that's very nice, darling. Look at that, Jonas. Did you ever see a nicer pair of teen tits. I love them small and round like that, puffy teeny nipples. Firm, too. Firm, round, teenage tits. Lovely!' He was squeezing and pressing them, almost to the point of pain. 'You're an old lecher, Murdo.' The man called Murdo had taken his t-shirt off and was undoing the belt on his jeans. 'Aren't I just? You can scream if you like, darling. No-one can hear you once you're in here.' Another camera flash. 'Very tasty, you dirty old man.' He watched as his partner, naked now, squeezed, palmed, fingered those pubescent mounds, rounded and white with their rosy tips. 'Let's see the rest. Strip her.' 'No! Please! Please! What have you done with Thomas?' The two laughed. It had been a stroke of good fortune Jonas finding the mobile on that bus. It must have slipped out of the boy-friend's pocket. They had read the stored messages, and realised they could get this young girl to come to them, avoiding the hassle and risk of having to hunt round some town or other for their fun, which is what usually happened. They always reckoned it was the risky bit, cruising around and being seen in their van, before finding some 'teen meat' to capture and rape. And some Saturdays they would go all evening before finding a suitable victim. And sometimes they had to settle for an ugly little bit, or even for a boy (which suited Jonas, but not so much Murdo). And just occasionally they drew a complete blank. All it needed was a couple of text messages Saturday morning and she was hooked! Her skirt had a Velcro fixing and was simple to remove. It just tore into a strip of thin denim, which was thrown into the corner with her top and bra. One shoe had come off when she had been thrown into the van. 'Lovely flat belly. Put your hand down her panties, Murdo, and I'll take a pic of you groping her.' His hairy paw slipped inside the waistband, and made a bulge at her crotch as he felt her. 'Dry, Jonas. Dry. But a very nice little fuzz here at the top.His hand was grasping the whole of her cunt, his finger between her dry cunt-lips. He pulled the pastel blue thong down, and it joined the rest of her clothes, flung in the corner. The other shoe, too, and she was naked except for her white cotton socks. Jonas was undressing now. He stood over her, his cock hard. It looked arrogant and male, jutting out like that from a bush of black hair. Murdo's cock was frightening to her. It must have been twice as big as his companion's, angry and red, with great veins running down it, like some creeper in the jungle, she thought. His pubes and belly were covered with flaming ginger hair. Like some horrible ape, she thought. 'Now, ain't that sweet. Look at that. What a pretty little cunt. Just a little blonde hair here.' He ran his hand down her belly to the fringe of blonde fluffy hair. 'None here at all.' His hand now was on her naked cunt-lips, smoothing them and then pulling them apart. 'None here, of course.' He reached under her, and his finger inspected her arsehole. Roughly, he pulled her legs apart, and was between them. She felt the stubble of his chin on the tender flesh of her thighs. Then his mouth was on her cunt. She had never even heard of such a thing. What was he doing? 'Please, no. What..?' Murdo and Jonas were serial rapists, but Murdo in particular took a pleasure in adding the humiliation of making his victims enjoy it. He was sucking, licking, nibbling at her clit. Despite herself, she began to feel pleasure. Her body was betraying her. She could not stop enjoying it. There was another camera flash, and then she felt Jonas' lips on her nipple, slobbering and sucking at her breast. His moustache added to the sensation. It was as if an invisible cord connected her nipples to her clit, a hidden pathway of pleasure. Jonas felt her nipples harden again under his tongue like two hazel nuts. The tongue worked at her, sometimes slipping into her vagina, but mostly weaving a figure of eight around her clit. She couldn't help it. She was going to come. Silent, but with panting breasts, and little heaves of her belly, she came. A camera flash caught her passion, and the picture would later show her holding Murdo's lank-haired head as she came, pressing it onto her eager clitoris. Didn't look like an assault, at least in the resulting pic! 'She's yours, Jonas. Nice and juicy for you.' She was lucky it was Jonas who would take her virginity. The Saturday before, in a Northern town, it had been Murdo, and the little Asian girl had certainly not enjoyed it! They always took it in turns. This was Jonas' week. He replaced Murdo between the girl's legs, but it was his cock closest to her cunt, not his lips. 'Hold on a minute. Yes, like that. Open her with your thumb and finger, and just rest the knob in her crack. Yes! That's it.' The camera flashed. 'You a virgin, darling?' 'Yes. I never.. Please. Please don't...' 'You're lucky. Jonas here has popped a lot of cherries. Knows what he's doing, does Jonas. You hear that, Jonas, another cherry for you. Now let me get back while you take her. Get the whole pic.' 'Nooooo!' How often in the history of man has that virgin cry been heard? So futile when the cock is actually penetrating! Holding her shoulders down, he was pushing; his cock had entered perhaps an inch. The camera flashed. 'She's tight, Murdo. Juicy but tight. Ah! There it goes.' His cock slipped further in, till his belly rested on hers. Another flash. The scream was of pain. Another 'cherry popped'. 'Yell as much as you want. There's no-one within half a mile. And if anyone hears, they'll just think it's kids mucking about. You and your Tom, perhaps? They'll just think he's stuck his finger up you, little darling.' Murdo had laid the camera down and was kneeling beside the couple, reaching to feel her tits. 'Hey, they're good, Jonas. Firm, and look at those nips. Ever see nicer rosy virgin nips?' As his partner in crime fucked her, he sucked and licked those nipples, squeezing and caressing the breasts he had so admired. Her humiliation was complete now. The pain had gone, and was being replaced by a tremendous feeling of pleasure. This was like her nightly orgasms as she played with her clit in her lonely bed, but so much more intense. He rode up an inch or so higher on her, and now his cock was raking its length down her clit with every down-thrust, and the pleasure just grew and grew. Her nipples, she knew, were swollen with lust as the other sucked them. She knew she was going to come, and she could not stop herself. With a little cry, she announced her orgasm. Jonas had been waiting for this. Murdo did not give a toss really, but Jonas took a pride in making his victims come: he felt he had possession of their souls as well as their bodies if they surrendered totally to him. So, as she came, so he pumped his spunk into her, emptying his balls into that tight, juicy cunt. They made her lay on her belly afterwards, her face buried in the smelly mattress. She heard the fizz of a couple of beer cans open, and smelled their cigarette smoke. Sometimes hands would feel her arse or her shoulders, smooth her hair, or reach down into the secret places of her arsehole or her cunt. They talked about cars and football, as if she was of no consequence, not even there. Then it started again. 'Hey, I'm hard again, Murdo.' 'Me too, Jonas. Kneel, darling.' And again she had the humiliation of feeling pleasure as she was raped. Murdo was much bigger than his companion, and as he forced his cock into her from behind, she felt him stretching and filling her cunt. But there was no pain. She felt his hairy thighs rest on her buttocks and she knew he must be completely embedded, every gross inch of him. Jonas had been fiddling with the camera, which was now on a stand in the corner of the van. It flashed automatically as he approached the kneeling couple. It would flash intermittently through the next ten minutes of her ordeal. Jonas grasped her head roughly, his hands slipping a moment in her fine hair. Then his knob was in her face. 'Open your mouth, Tina.' She kept it closed. There was a swishing sound and a sudden pain across her buttock. She knew immediately that Murdo, fucking her from behind, had whipped her with his leather belt. 'He said open your mouth, little darling.' Another swish and again that pain. She found she did not mind the pain, which was masked by the forbidden pleasure she was feeling in her clit and cunt. But she opened her mouth, and the knob slid between her lips. She could smell and taste herself on it from when it had fucked her. Murdo was taking his time, savouring the moment, fucking her slowly with long thrusts of his cock. She felt she just had to, and she reached under with her right hand and felt for her clit. It was hard, and demanding, and she just had to rub it, and pull it. She could feel the cock going in and out, and found she could touch it too. Murdo groaned in pleasure. The camera flashed. He fucked her harder, faster. Her fingers tore at her clit. She had almost forgotten the cock fucking her mouth. She was coming. She panted. The cock went faster still. She came. Murdo slowed down to his former steady pace. Now she was aware of the cock in her mouth, and found to her shame it had increased her pleasure, especially as Jonas had been feeling her tits, stroking, kneading, caressing. She held his hips as he fucked her in the mouth, her fingers sinking into his flesh. 'I'm gonna cum, Murdo. God, she's a good one!' Murdo quickened his pace again, and she felt his thighs crashing into her arse. Her excitement was increasing again. Each thrust from behind her moved her forward, increasing the penetration of the cock into her throat. Suddenly, without warning, her mouth was filled with silky cum. She gagged, swallowed, swallowed again. And she was coming too. She knew Murdo was squirting his cum into her, and she was coming. Filled with cock and cum at both ends, she was coming. She grasped Jonas by the hips to support herself, and his cock was deep in her throat, so her nose rested on his belly. One final thrust from Murdo and it was over. 'You got a gift for that, little darling.' 'You shouldn't have.' 'You loved it. Show her the pics, Jonas.' Each photograph was worse than the one before. Her degradation and humiliation was complete. 'Don't even think of telling anyone, darling. If you do, these pics go to everyone in your class.' 'Oh no. Please don't.' She had dressed, and the van had roared away, leaving her alone in the field again. She knew she would not tell anyone. Perhaps if her body had not let her down, she would. But now she could not. And she knew her body, once it had tasted that pleasure, would want more. It was Friday evening and Charley McGrath had decided to treat himself to some cybersex: no need to get up in the morning. His Butterfly was tucked up in bed. He'd given her the usual goodnight peck on the cheek, but she had placed her arms round his neck and given him a kiss on the lips. 'I love you, Daddy.' They had become closer since his wife had left him, and he had noticed she had been closer still, almost desperate, almost passionate, in the last few days. Missing her Mummy, he supposed. Anyway, he had showered, and was sitting in front of his PC in his dressing gown. He logged into his favourite site, a user group. His eyes ran down the postings. There was one from "Rude Dude": these were always good. He opened the Zip file and there were twenty JPGs. The Dude had excelled himself this time. She was very pretty.Though all their faces had been blurred or pixelated, you could see she was very young, with long slender legs, lovely little breasts, and long blonde hair. It had started as a rape, that was clear, but she had finished by enjoying it. He worked through the pictures and could see she had come three times: once when the blonde guy was sucking her, once when the little dark guy was fucking her, and again when she was being spit-roasted. You could see how she was loving that by the way she grasped the guy's hips as he rammed his cock into her mouth. Her fingers sank into his lean flesh as she pulled him onto her. He went back to the images of her being sucked, at the start of the set. You could see the passion in her eyes and in the way her fingers clutched at his blonde hair, pulling him tight into her crotch. And this one in the middle, when she was being spit-roasted: that little hand was rubbing and tweaking her clitoris as the cock reamed her in and out. You could see her tiny hand and the cock quite clearly in the same shot. She was so young, just a fuzz of ash-blonde curls on her mound, and none on her lips. He zoomed in on that image, and something caught his eye. He zoomed in a bit more, and his heart nearly stopped. That bracelet! There couldn't be another like it, surely? He had designed it himself, and the jeweler had hand-made it. He scrolled back to the picture of her being fucked, right at the start. As she lay there, you could see a gold necklace. He zoomed in. Again! His birthday present. It was his Tina. Was this why she had seemed so loving, so clinging this week? He smiled. He renamed the downloaded file 'Butterfly', encrypted it, and logged out. He let the dressing gown slip from his shoulders and made his way naked, his hard cock leading him, down the corridor to his night of pleasure.

Authors/Joyce/His Little Butterfly.txt

Hamilton Joyce

Summer Job

'Mensae, mensae, mensas, mensarum, mensis...' Lancelot was smiling as he recited the conjugation, and it lit his face up. With his golden curls and teeth so perfect, you would have suspected cosmetic dentistry, but he was only fourteen. It was difficult for me to concentrate on the job. I got up and walked behind him while he recited. I was only here because I had drawn the fourth ace to go with the three I'd been dealt. Choy had drawn inside to fill a straight flush to the queen. And that was where a friendly game of poker had got serious! I'd punted all the cash my father had given me to spend the long summer vacation in the USA, and had only stopped raising when it was all gone, and because I felt sorry for my opponent. Sorry!! So here I was tutoring for the summer. Harry Spode, 4th Viscount Spong had interviewed me for the job. A pompous ass, and puritanical too. I was to improve his son's Latin and Math before he started at Harrington, his father's old school and mine too. Lancelot recited on... He had the loveliest, fine, blonde hair at the nape of his neck, which itself had a beautiful bronze tan. His shoulders were still shapely rather than manly. As he leaned forward, I could see half an inch of tanned skin, firm flesh, at his waist. I could feel my cock hardening. My mind wandered back to that farcical interview. 'You are studying Philosophy at Oxford?' 'PPE, sir. Politics and Economics too.' 'But you have good Latin and Math? No-one left Harrington without an adequacy in both. I am most keen that Lancelot should shine at our old school. And you are, I believe, an athlete?' 'Gymnastics, and Graeco-Roman wrestling, sir.' 'Excellent. We have some horses and mats and stuff. I shall have them set up in the barn. Mens sana in corpore sano, eh?' I did not correct his Latin! 'I have one concern about Harrington.' 'Surely not, sir.' 'Oh yes! I tell you, my boy, in my time it was a hotbed of homosexual practices. A hotbed. I tell you I was terribly abused, terribly...' I looked at him. Even now, with his floppy blonde locks tinged with grey, you wouldn't kick him out of bed. I guessed he must have been a popular bed-partner! 'Nothing like that in my time, sir.' 'Relieved to hear it. I expect Pendlebury got hold of the place and stamped it out. Good man that.' I hid my smile. Headmaster Pendlebury was the randiest of the lot. His idea of a pleasant Sunday afternoon was to get a handful of the prettier boys round to his study for a naked romp. He liked to be fucked in the arse by one of the seniors while watching the pretty young lads suck and caress each other. He had called his son in. And suddenly the prospect of two months in the country did not seem too bad. I was almost drooling as I shook his hand! 'Amo, amas, amat, amamus....' He was declining his verbs now. I wondered if he knew how provocative he looked, how goddam sexy sitting legs apart like that. He had slipped forward on the polished wood chair, so his shorts were tight round his tanned thighs. And more to the point, the cotton was stretched tight over his crotch. I could just see enough of the outline of his cock to make my own twitch appreciatively. Probably didn't know, but there was something instinctive in the way young boys exhibited themselves. I wondered if his fluff would be golden-blonde, or ginger-red. I hoped the former. I clapped him on the shoulder. 'OK, you've convinced me. We don't have to start from the beginning! But that's enough. Let's check out the gym your Old Man has set up for us.' He had done well. Wall bars, parallel bars, a couple of horses, a box, medicine balls, and a good-sized mat. There were also a heap of towels and some singlets and shorts. Also some scarlet nylon swimming trunks, still in their shop-wrappings. I suggested the trunks. Lancelot turned chastely away from me as he slipped his shorts down and the trunks on, so I did not (yet!) see his prick. But his hard little bottom was delightful, a triangle of white, soft skin, contrasting with the gold of the rest of his body. I made sure he had the full view of my own cock as I changed. He looked good, very good. But he really was too slender for his age. His legs were long and slim, but not enough muscle there. And his arse was still a boy's, when it should have been starting to develop manly contours. So we started with lower-body strengthening exercises. I must admit to showing off, hanging from the wall-bars, raising my legs. I enjoyed watching him repeat the exercises. Then the press-ups and the medicine ball work. We were both hot and sweaty by the time we had spent half an hour. I let him finish off with some vaulting, and he was fairly good at the more simple exercises. I enjoyed briefly catching him each time he landed! I ended the session. Lance picked up a towel. 'I'm for a shower.' I watched his red-silk arse as he walked from the barn to our suite. His father had given us the guest cottage. It had four bedrooms, but shared the bathroom and showers. I gave him five or so minutes before I walked in, quietly. I stood for a moment in the doorway, watching. He was in the bath of clear water. There may have been only one bath, but it was huge! The boy lay there, soaking in the warm water, making little waves as he jerked himself off. I watched entranced as his fist moved up and down a straight, slender shaft, his eyes closed in his pleasure. Then he realised I was there, and stopped. He blushed. 'I...' I interrupted his hesitation. 'Don't stop, Lance. There's nothing better after a work-out.' I pulled my trunks down and kicked them away. The sight of his body and hard cock had made me half-erect. A couple of shakes and a bit of rubbing and I was as hard as him. I was jerking now, as I walked over to the bath. He started again. I could see his eyes fixed on my cock and balls as I stood over him. Then he spurted, and little streamers of white cum floated in the clear water. It was enough for me, and I came too, my spurts of cum joining his floating in the water. 'That's better.' I reached down and held his hand, pulling him from the bath. 'Better shower that cum off!' In the shower I soaped him, and he soaped me. The holiday job had started well. I was being paid for this! The next morning, gym again. I taught him to complete a vault with a somersault, and he was pleased with his progress. I got into the bath with him this second time. Large as it was, our thighs were still pressed close together in the warm water. His cock bobbled, limp, knob floating just above the surface. I was at least half-hard. He made the first approach, resting his hand on my thigh. My cock went instantly erect, and he giggled as he reached and grasped it. I held his cock, squeezing and teasing it till it too was erect. He was just gripping me, but I was jerking him now, and he soon followed suit, running his fist up and down my shaft. I longed to lick and kiss that tanned shoulder, but decided it was too early yet. So I just jerked him off. He came first, a little fountain spattering into the water. I came seconds later: watching cum always has that effect! Our next gym session, he asked me to start to teach him classical wrestling. I don't have to tell you how pleasant it was to feel his body writhe and wriggle as we struggled together. I never get hard actually wrestling, though the same actions on a bed would make me instantly erect. I showed him a couple of throws, and had him practise them. Then we had an actual bout. I let him succeed twice, to keep him encouraged. Then I threw him, arranging it so he finished on his back, me on top of him. I held his legs down, one hand on each thigh, my weight on his chest, and my legs splayed over his shoulders. The bout, in theory, was over. But with just the slightest movement, my face was in his crotch, and I was nuzzling him there with my nose, his cock beneath the red satin trunks we had worn for decency this first time. He was not yet hard, his cock laying sideways across his belly. Through the cloth I took it in my mouth, nibbling it as if it were a slice of melon. It was stiffening. I released his thighs from my grip, and eased his cock and balls out of the trunks, pinning the cloth down the side of his balls. And his knob was in my mouth. I sucked hard and let the shaft slip deep into my throat. That groan of pleasure, and the short, quick thrust of his hips as he tried to get even more of my mouth. I was gobbling away at him now, all pretence of wrestling gone. I felt his mouth on my cock, still shielded by swimming trunks. He nibbled it, and I groaned. Then, as I lay on top of him, I felt him pull at the waistband, lowering them till they were over my thighs, my cock and balls naked for him.A tentative lick, then his lips around my cock, then half the length in his mouth, and then the full shaft. We caressed each other, his hands firm on my arse, squeezing and stretching it apart, me caressing his thighs, and rubbing his cock with my free hand as I sucked on it. It did not take long, of course, this being his first ever, and he was coming in my mouth. He still sucked at me as he came, and the taste and feel of his cum made me cum too. Later that afternoon, sitting side-by-side under the great oak tree, only a hundred yards from The House, but on its blind side. 'I had no idea it could be so good.' 'I love sucking, Lancelot.' 'I wish you'd call me Lance.' 'I will. You've got a lovely lance, Lance.' We were in our trunks again, this hot summer day. He moved that six inches closer, and our thighs touched. He slipped his arm around my naked waist, and I draped mine over his shoulder. 'Let's wrestle naked next time, like the Greeks did.' 'How did you know that, Lance?' 'I guessed. And I knew they made love man-to-man.' 'We will, tomorrow.' His free hand rested on my bulge now, and I reciprocated, feeling his cock. 'Tell me about School. You went there like Dad? Tell me, is there a lot of sex?' 'Lots. Was there sex at your Prep School?' 'Not really. Not for me. A few boys perhaps, but not many.' 'Well, you'll find at Harrington they're all at it.' He was hard again. I wasn't yet. What it was to be an eager teen with instant recovery! 'The younger boys mostly jerk each other off, though some of them like to suck.' 'I'm glad of that. Do you ever kiss? Boys I mean...' 'I love it.' I leaned towards him and our lips met. It must have been some little girl who taught him to kiss like that, I thought. Passionate, and his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. We were handling each others' cocks now, and I had his out from his trunks again. We kissed for a long minute, and then came up for air. 'That was nice, Lance. You have a talent you know. Anyway, at Harrington you'll find boys in twos and threes all over the place sucking and kissing. In the dormitories of course, but in fine weather all over the campus!' 'What about the older boys?' He had my cock out now, too, and was stroking it gently. 'The same, really, though some of them are into fucking too. You soon learn that at Harrington.' 'Not sure about that....' 'Of course not, not till you've tried it. Anyway it's only really easy for those seniors they call 'Lions'. 'Lions?' 'Heads of Houses, captains of sports, scholars. The really important seniors get their own studies as a reward. Most of them will have a boy to keep their bed warm for them every night.' 'Different boys?' 'Sometimes a boy will really fall for another, and then it's just the couple. But often they like to ring the changes, and have a different boy each night.' 'I think I'm in love with you...' 'And me with you, Lance. Anyway, you'll be in great demand. You're so pretty! They'll all want this lovely lance here. (I was stroking his cock, which had a little drop of pre-cum in the eye). And your lovely arse.' I pulled him to me, and kissed him again, one hand on his cock and the other stroking his hips now. 'And the masters?' 'Well all of them enjoy a young cock from time to time. But Pendlebury... he's the Head... I guess he's the most fun. He has his Sunday afternoons, after Chapel. He likes to get a half dozen or so of the freshest, prettiest young boys to suck each other off while he's fucked in the arse by one or two senior lads. And I expect you'll go into Nelson like your father , and me too as it happens. Well, Boothe, the Housemaster is a bit odd. He likes his cock, too, but only the very prettiest. I expect you'll qualify! He likes his boys to put on stockings, high heels and open-crotch panties. Then they kneel for him and he shags them in the arse. Bizarre. He used to dress me up as Alice, blonde wig and blue ribbon, white shoes and all. And then have me suck him off.' 'That sounds nice! I mean especially the tarty high heels and stuff.' 'I'm glad you think so, because you're certain to be selected.' 'Were you? Glad I mean.' 'Oh yes!' 'Could I come to your bed tonight....keep it warm, like?' 'Now that would be lovely!' 'And would you teach me to fuck, please. I mean I should learn before I get to School.' 'OK. But better stop doing that if you want me to fill your bottom with cum tonight!' You could see he was nervous. He'd spent an age in the shower, while I waited on the bed, naked and hard. Then he walked in, naked, his cock limp and hanging gracefully from a light blonde, fluffy fleece. His eyes shone in the evening sunlight, and his white tan-line concentrated my eyes on his cock and pretty, slim arse. He lay on the bed beside me. 'You do love me, don't you?' 'You know I do, Lance.' 'Then I want you to...' We fell into each others' arms, and his tongue was in my mouth again. I felt his cock harden against mine as we embraced. I turned him over on his belly, and parted the white, smooth cheeks. His arsehole was pretty, pink and puckered. I bent over him and pressed my face between the cheeks. Then I licked, round and round the anus, before penetrating with a pursed tongue. He giggled. 'That's lovely.' 'Everyone likes to be rimmed...' 'Don't stop!' As I caressed his back and bottom, and rimmed his arse, I felt his whole body relax, and not only his arsehole itself. He was going to enjoy his virgin fuck, I was confident. Which would mean he would be back for more. Happy days for me, and later for his schoolmates and teachers! My tongue was slipping in and out easily, and pleasant as this was it was time to move on. I planted a kiss in the small of his back, and then turned him over. 'Are you going to....?' 'Soon.' The baby oil was handy by the bed. It dripped over my fingers and some went on the sheets. I pulled him to me with one arm and as we embraced kissed him. At the same time I penetrated him with my index finger. The rimming and the oil meant it slipped in easily. His tongue flickered in and out my mouth as I masturbated his anus. He was totally relaxed there, and I soon had two fingers up him. Only occasionally did a spasm grip me. He was ready. We had been laying side-by-side. I moved so I was above him. His eyes were shining and his face flushed with excitement. As I propped on one elbow, his hand encircled my cock. 'Now?' 'Yes, Lance. Now.' 'You do love me?' 'Yes, Lance.' I had oiled my cock, and was placing it. His hole was slightly open from my fingering. The knob slipped in with very little pressure, and then, slowly, slowly, the whole of my length. I was, of course, gentle, and moved slowly in and out. He knew what I liked and was teasing and tweaking my nipples as I fucked. His cock was hard, bobbing in front of me. One hand left my nipple and he was wanking as my cock slipped in and out. He came, two pretty spurts over his belly. I remember thinking he had more cum now than when we first jerked off together. His hips were rising to meet mine, and I was able to fuck harder, faster. His arms reached up to pull me down onto him, and he had the full weight of my body as I came in him, pumping deep inside. In the morning I dreamed that Patrick, my college room-mate, was sucking me. I woke to find the much prettier Lance was gobbling my hard cock. I held his un-combed curly head in my hands, and shagged up and down while he gobbled. 'I thought you'd do me kneeling. I didn't know men could do it that way.. I mean missionary. I was sure you'd do me from behind.' 'It's nice to see your cock and your face while we fuck. But would you like it kneeling. You've a lovely arse, young Lance!' 'Please!' This was all at least ten years ago, but I can still remember the thrill I got from caressing that white, smooth arse, from parting the cheeks and seeing the hairless, pinky-brown anus, so prettily puckered, like a rose. And then it darker and gleaming from the baby oil I applied, and rubbed in with my index finger. And then the way he wriggled provocatively, and giggled when I slipped my index finger in, up to the first knuckle, and then all the way, till my hand rested in his crease. I caressed his bottom with my free hand, as I reached under him to find his cock. He was hard! In the same rhythm I jerked his cock in time with my finger slipping in and out. Then a pause, and my thumb, seeking out the shape of his prostate inside there. His even more excited and exciting writhing as I masturbated him, cock and arse. I was so hard it felt as if my cock was of steel, and with wings! I placed the knob, and eased it in. He sighed, leaning back on me slightly, forcing the shaft deeper and deeper till my thighs rested on those slim buttocks. 'Do me hard, this time. Please!' I fucked as fast and furious as I could, still remembering to jerk him, and kissing and licking the back of his neck, his shoulders. He turned his head and we managed to kiss. I felt him cum in my fist, and with his tongue in my mouth, I came as well, a huge, balls-aching orgasm. We collapsed on the bed, him still impaled by my twitching cock. Those were golden days. His Latin and Math came on apace, and his body strengthened and matured with daily wrestling and gymnastics.But most of all, his cum became more and more, almost daily, and we fucked or sucked as much as six times a day (or more accurately, night and day). Even his father noticed. "You seem to have been good for the boy. Would you consider spending the Christmas vacation here? As well as Lancelot, his cousins will be here, both boys, both about his age." Would I not! And paid as well! We said our goodbyes finally with a sustained bout of sex. I made him promise to visit me at Cambridge during the half term. "You'll like my roommate, Patrick. He's a rugby forward, and built like one. If you think this is big, wait till you see his!" "I'll see if I can find a friend at school to bring along too. Make a foursome!" "You little darling! Here, kiss me again."

Authors/Joyce/Summer Job.txt

Blessed perversion chapter 11

'My name is Robert and it was my wife who first started fantasizing about making it with other people. I'm fifteen years older than her and had been around, before we got married, while she came to my bed a virgin. After six years of marriage, during which our sex life was fun and varied, she began to feel as if she'd missed out by not having had any sexual experiences before marriage. She is very passionate and needs a lot of attention and demands lots of energetic sex. It was around that time that she started making up stories, while we made love, and they became more and more graphic. She'd describe a scenario which usually was about another man screwing her while I watched and urged him to screw her even harder. The phantom lover would be enormously endowed and very masterful and would be able to keep going for hours. Now and then she threw in a fantasy about me screwing another woman, while she watched, but she didn't bring the same realism to those scenarios that she did to the ones where she was the center of attention. In fact, I believe that she only slipped those in to keep me sweet while her growing desire to screw another man grew stronger. These fantasies greatly excited her and I went along with them and enjoyed some fabulous sex. A few times I pretended to be this other man and it almost worked. Once I picked her up in a pub. She'd dressed the part and had gone in first and I took her to a hotel room where I paid her to have sex with me, as if she was a call girl. Another time I dragged her into the park, at night, and pretended to be a rapist. The sex on those occasions never failed to be sensational and after that I spent a lot of time trying to dream up exciting scenarios to satisfy her growing demands for more outrageous sex. She didn't actually nag but she never lost a chance to mention, whenever we made love, her curiosity about what it would be like to make love with another man. I have to admit, at this stage, that I felt a certain amount of guilt because, due to a childhood illness, I wasn't able to sire a child and I knew that Annabelle dearly wanted a baby. It was this guilt which decided me to take a chance and I decided to make her fantasies real. I really felt that if I didn't set it up she would look for another man, on her own, and that was the last thing I wanted to happen. Richard, a colleague at work, had once confessed to me that he and his wife were swingers. I'd glimpsed his dick, as he stood at the next urinal, and it was as big soft as mine was erect so he fitted the bill. Over lunch I told him what I had in mind. He listened quietly and said that they were giving a party, the following weekend, and that I should bring my wife and he would try to ensure that somehow he got my wife on her own. I told him that I wanted to be present when my wife was seduced by another man, but he told me that it would make it very much harder, but he could assure me that I would be able to watch without my wife knowing, if not the first time, at least during subsequent times. Annabelle wasn't that keen to go to the party because she didn't know anybody, and it took all my persuasive power to get her to go. Strangely, it was I who now longed to see her in the arms of another man. I knew that Richard was very experienced besides being well endowed, so was the perfect man to make Annabelle's fantasy come true. We arrived a little late and the party was in full swing. Richard was charming and I could see that Annabelle rather took to him. We were introduced to their friends and did a lot of socializing and had plenty to drink. After a short while, I could see that my wife had begun to relax as we danced, drank, and talked with some of our fellow guests. Richard was dancing with my wife when Tracey, his wife, took my hand and said that I should follow her. She led me into a small room containing some junk and a comfortable armchair. My last sight of Annabelle, before leaving the room, was of her hanging from Richard's neck, as they danced with their bodies welded together. The following account is pieced together from Annabelle's later confession and long talks with Richard, after the event, plus what I saw and heard. Apparently, my wife had not been aware that I'd left the room. She'd drunk quite a lot and things had become a bit hazy, and she felt completely relaxed. She'd gladly accepted Richard's offer to sit down, but had no idea how they'd ended up in his study. She'd sat her down on the leather chesterfield as he poured her another drink. She knew that she should stop drinking, but she was feeling very mellow and felt very relaxed with Richard because he was so handsome and such a gentleman. She felt safe with him even though they were alone and she was under the influence of alcohol. I should reveal, at this stage, that alcohol makes Annabelle very horny. Richard stared at my wife and apparently had hardly been able to contain his excitement at the thought of seducing her. I understand what he'd felt as I'd been there many times. He told me that he could hardly restrain his urge to get his hands on my wife's voluptuous body as he handed her a drink. Although she is now twenty-six, she looks and acts much younger, like an innocent young girl. Her manner is prim and proper, contrasting strongly with her sexy body. It makes the thought of seducing her doubly exciting. Annabelle, feeling more in control, suggested that they return to the party. She stood up and discovered immediately that she was dizzy from the amount of alcohol she'd consumed, and she stood swaying unsteadily, trying to regain control over her body. Richard, realizing that this was his chance, slid behind her and pressed his body against her back. There is no doubt that she must have felt his erect cock pulsating wildly against the smoothly rounded flesh of her buttocks, as his breath bathed her ear, but she made no effort to pull away. When she related what had happened to me later, she couldn't decide whether she'd been too drunk or whether she had already unconsciously accepted that she was going to be seduced by Richard. Richard said that she seemed to be in a state of shock and did nothing to dissuade him from slipping an arm around her waist or moving his hands slowly over the pliant mounds of her breasts, which were rising and falling rapidly beneath the sheer blouse she wore that night. She wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts are so firm that she doesn't really need one, and he soon felt her large nipples hardening as he stroked them. I know exactly what he experienced because I've felt those pulsing teats many times growing between my fingers. They double in size when they become fully erect. The drinks she'd consumed, and the warmth of his body against her back, had made her feel increasingly light-headed. Her nerve-ends became ultra-sensitive, as they do whenever she has too much to drink, and were sending messages of exquisite pleasure through her swaying body as Richard's fingers slid over them. Not realizing that she was doing it, she leant back against the man who was seducing her. He isn't sure if she was fully aware that he was unbuttoning her blouse, but if she was, she made no move to stop him. Her naked breasts tumbled out and he pawed them and tweaked the nipples until she was whimpering loudly with pleasure. Not wanting to give her time to gather her wits, he swiftly undid the zip on the side of the skirt, and it slithered down to the floor, leaving her naked save for a tiny pair of panties and high heels. The small room, adjacent to the study, where I was sitting had once been a pantry, and there was a hatch between it and the study. Through the slightly opened hatch door, I could see and hear everything that was happening in the study. It felt really strange to watch my wife being undressed by another man while I did nothing to stop him and that it had been Richard's wife who led me there. Richard's fingers slid up my wife's flat tummy and seized the resilient mounds of her naked breasts. I could hear him breathing harshly as he pinched and rolled her nipples expertly between his thumb and forefinger. Annabelle could not control the moans of pleasure, escaping her open mouth, as his expert caresses sent tingling shivers of sexual excitement through her loins. I could see that her entire body was compliant to Richard's caresses. Her acquiescence was filling my colleague with a tremendous sense of power, and he began whispering lewdly in her ear, as his fingers continued toying with the rock-hard buds of her nipples. The lewdness of his words, the heat of his body against her back, plus the hardness of his penis pressing into the cleft between her buttocks, was overcoming any lingering sense of propriety, and Annabelle could sense an almost liquid sensation surging through her lower belly and flooding her sex. I know that it was only her basic shyness and propriety which stopped her from sliding her hands down so that she could stroke the little bud of clitoral flesh which peeked out from its hiding place, begging to be scratched. If it had been me caressing her, she would have gripped her clit and tugged it out as far as it would stretch. My wife gasped as Richard's middle finger found the tip of her throbbing clitoris and flicked it back and forth. Involuntarily, she pushed her pelvis forward, pressing her erect bud even harder against his teasing fingertip. The sensations she experienced were irresistible and overwhelming, and she reached a fever pitch level of arousal in express time. My wife was now helpless, and Richard, sensing her surrender, gently tugged her panties all the way down, then gently forced her legs apart so that his palm could cover her sex mound. I couldn't see it, but he later told me that he squeezed her hair-fringed pussy lips together, relishing the heated wetness which was seeping out of her pulsing pussy and coating his fingers, while the other hand continued torturing her nipples.His long cock had been fully erect from the time they'd stepped into the study, and he quickly freed it and lodged it between the inner slopes of her naked buttocks. He almost bayed in triumph when he felt her tighten her buttocks unconsciously around his shaft, in response to the insertion. It was at that stage that he knew that she was his and that he could proceed at a faster pace. He was grinning when he told me later how the sensation of power had made him feel dizzy, and he'd felt like howling like a wolf. He continued licking and nibbling on my wife's earlobe as he moved his hips up and down so that his hard cock slipped lewdly along the warm, deep channel of her bum-cheeks. Annabelle was shocked to feel his naked penis pressing against her anus, and she made a feeble attempt to pull away from him. However, her arousal was such that it overrode her inhibitions, and her body, instead of pulling away, twisted and writhed with desire, causing her inner buttocks to lewdly massage the hard cock. Every nerve in my wife's body was screaming out her need for him to take her and make her his bitch. Still, somewhere way back in the back of her mind, a small voice, resembling her mother's, called out for her to stop before it was too late and remember that she was married. That struggle, between her strict upbringing and her natural sensuousness, only served to heighten her own lust-crazed need for instant satisfaction. Her whole body was burning with desire. Her tingling flesh was screaming out for Richard's hard cock to penetrate her sex. Even though her emotions were in a turmoil, she could feel the hard rod pressing into the cleft of her bottom, the head very near her anus, and this excited her beyond reason. Instinctively, she spread her legs wider to give him easier access to her steaming pussy, and the cock gave an excited lurch as the head pressed against the rippling ring of her anus. Richard growled with pleasure as his hands continued teasing her naked flesh. Annabelle's body trembled all over as three fingers slid easily along the slippery slit and up into her wet vagina. Immediately, her inner vaginal muscles tightened around them, not to resist, but to draw them deeper inside her until she could feel the tip brushing against her G-spot. My wife, driven mad by Richard's obscene whispering and lewd actions, suddenly sobbed out that she wanted him to fuck her. You could have knocked me over with a feather. I was utterly shocked by her use of such obscene words because she'd never, never used them when we make love. Liberated by her obscene confession, Annabelle twisted around to face Richard. Lacing her arms around his neck, she pressed her mouth against his and pushed her tongue deep into his mouth. Her hands started to undo buttons and pull zips as she twisted her pelvis against the thick hardness of his erect cock. She could feel it pulsing against her belly, while his hairy, dangling balls brushed against her inner thighs. Richard pulled away, got rid of his clothes, and yanked off the rest of hers. They were now both stark naked. He grabbed his lust-thickened cock in one hand and began stroking the long length of the shaft. It was so thick that he could hardly get his fingers round it. Trembling with excitement, Annabelle watched him stroking his cock to its full size with wide eyes. I was sure that she was comparing it with mine, which is at least three inches shorter and thinner, at six inches. I could see that she was wondering whether she would be able to take anything that thick inside her. I had the same doubts and couldn't wait to see whether it would fit. Richard told her to get down on hands and knees. It startled me that he was being so dominant, but I was even more astounded when, trembling all over with excitement, my wife obeyed him immediately. I could hear him panting hoarsely as he knelt behind her, between her spread calves. With one hand holding the small of her back to steady her, he landed four swift smacks on her defenseless bottom, two on each cheek. Annabelle squealed and tried to move away, but he had her pinned down. He told her that it was a first installment for the punishment she'd earned for being unfaithful to me. I didn't know what he was on about, but she seemed to, and said that she did indeed deserve to be punished for being such a slut. While she was agreeing with him, his rubbery cockhead slipped between her naked buttocks and pressed against her small hole. For a brief moment, I thought that he was going to try to take her that way. The thought both frightened and excited me, as we'd once tried, but it had been too painful, and, after that, she'd never allowed me to do it that way, and his cock was so much bigger than mine. He pressed down on her shoulders so that her head ended resting on her folded arms, and her buttocks stuck out obscenely in the air. I could clearly see the imprints of his hand where he'd smacked her, and it was extremely exciting to see the redness against the pale background of her flesh. Annabelle confessed later that she had found a depraved satisfaction at being made to assume such an obscene position, crouched like an animal waiting to have another man's thick cock shoved into the sex. She had been fully aware that, up to that point, her sex had only ever known my cock and that she was stepping into unknown territories. Richard gave her another six smacks. Annabelle astounded me by shoving her bottom out, even further, as if to invite him to hit her even harder. Her sex was half open and dripping wet, and it was clear that she was massively turned on by the punishment. While he was punishing her, the head of his massive cock pressed against the swollen sex lips. Its huge size made the elastic sheath stretch to its outmost as inch by inch the hard flesh forced itself inside her vaginal passage. Annabelle grunted as she felt the massively thick cock filling her completely stretched sex sheath. My wife was committing adultery only a few feet from where I was watching! As the massive girth pushed inward, it made her feel as if it would split her in two, which was agonizing and arousing at the same time. Richard kept trying to shove more of his cock inside her sex to no avail. Almost half of the stem was still showing, yet her sex seemed completely full. I saw his right arm draw back before he smacked her so hard that she screamed. At the same time, he pushed more of his swollen cock into her cunt, forcing her legs wider apart. The shock of the sudden pain had made her sex loosen, allowing more of his enormous cock to slip deeper inside. Her moans rose almost to screams as he shoved the last of his massive cock inside her sex. I could see his large balls dangling and butting against her clitoris as his pubic hair rubbed against her anus. Words and sobs tumbled out of her open mouth as he crammed all of his huge cock into her pussy. She was drooling and looked like a woman having a fit as, for a brief instant, her entire body went rigid as her sex was stretched to tearing point by the massive cock. Like a flash, Annabelle became transformed into a demented, lust-crazed animal before my eyes. Still kneeling on all fours, with her body trembling like a leaf, my wife lifted her naked buttocks as high as she could as she loudly begged Richard to punish and fuck her for being such a slut. The obscene words tumbled out of her open mouth, words which normally she would have never contemplated using, but she was beyond caring, beyond really knowing what she was saying. She was caught up in a sexual cyclone which was dragging her into a place where only physical pleasure mattered. Her only desire seemed to be used by Richard, and it didn't matter how debasing it could get. Richard's response was to start smacking her buttocks, in rhythm with the plunges of his lust-thickened cock all the way into my wife's belly. He used his hands and cock with vicious power, and Annabelle responded by ramming her sex backwards to receive all he could give her. Her vaginal muscles hungrily grasped his very thick cock as her flesh absorbed his hard smacks. She moaned, her voice gritty and guttural with desperate need, and whimpered as each smack caused her flesh to ripple and redden. I could see that Richard could hardly control his excitement as he heard my wife pleading for him to fuck and beat her. Hell, I could hardly control mine! He stopped smacking her and, gripping her pliant buttocks tightly with his hands, he began fucking his thick, hard cock in and out of her fiercely milking cunt as hard as he could. He varied his rhythm, from hammer-like blows to very slow, tantalizing strokes which smoothly slid all the way to the back of her cunt and caused the head of his cock to butt against her cervix, again and again. His skilled screwing had her begging for mercy. To make sure that she knew that he was in control, he withdrew the pulsating thickness of his cock from her grasping cunt, leaving only the plum head separating her sex lips, and waited for her to beg him to ram it back in. He didn't have to wait very long. My wife begged him to fuck her in the lewdest words. Accompanied by two resounding smacks, he rammed his cock back inside with such power that her whole body shuddered, and her breasts, which were dangling under her, swung so wildly that they slapped against her chin. Richard rotated his pelvis, which caused his cock to scrape every nerve-ending in her impaled cunt. I could see that he was delighted to feel her matching her movements to his. He'd imposed his will, and now she was his sexual plaything. I realized that it would only be the limit of his imagination which would put a stop to her sexual enslavement. Annabelle was constantly moaning incoherent obscenities. She was begging him to thrash her, then to split her in two with his cock. I could see that her verbal submission greatly enhanced his sexual excitement.I know that it enhanced mine and, in my head, I was urging him to take her all the way and show her that he was her master and she was his slave. Time and time again, Richard drove Annabelle right to the brink of orgasm, then would change the rhythm, leaving her hanging and begging for release. Each time she begged, he smacked her buttocks, but it didn't stop her; in fact, it had the opposite reaction, and she pleaded with him to smack her even harder. Realizing that Annabelle was hugely excited by him verbalizing what they were doing, he made her respond in kind, as he paused with his cock fully wedged inside her clasping cunt but not moving. I thoroughly enjoyed her whimpering, straining voice begging him to let her climax. My wife stretched a slim hand beneath her body and gently cupped his testicles, which had been swaying and slapping against her inner thighs. He started to plunge his cock relentlessly in and out of her straining cunt as she pressed his balls against her tingling, erect clitoris. She was moaning helplessly. Her sex was fully skewered by Richard's pistoning hardness as he concentrated on keeping a steady rhythm. He continued thrusting his cock into her moistly contracting cunt while smacking the silky flesh of her wildly rotating arse with his right hand. I could see that my ecstatic wife was in the grip of wave after wave of obscene delight, which flowed through her body, as Richard continued to ram his hard cock into her mercilessly. He was driving her into a state of mindless arousal. Swirls of pleasure were rising within her quivering cunt as she writhed involuntarily beneath his grinding hips. His long, thick cock reached the farthest depths of her skewered womb, and she responded with an animal-like whine. I marveled at his staying power, knowing that I would never be able to keep screwing her that long without losing control and ejaculating. Time seemed to have been suspended. Annabelle hovered in an erotic realm of her own rising orgasm. In her mind, she prayed that her Master would allow her to climax this time. I heard John grunting as he leaned forward and whispered lascivious words in her ear, while his cock urged her onward to a new incredible height of depraved enjoyment. The obscene words thrilled her to the very core of her being. He was telling her that he was going to invite some of his friends to join them and that they would fuck her senseless. She eagerly screwed her bottom backwards to meet the pulsating thick length of the hard cock as it streaked all the way inside, stretching her vaginal walls open farther than she had ever thought possible. At times, she felt as if she was on the brink of losing her sanity from the delicious and torturous pleasure he was inducing with his huge male organ. Suddenly, he pulled his massive cock all the way out of her pussy, and she shrieked with disappointment. Holding the base of his glistening cock, he guided its tip against her anus. Before she had a chance to react, he flipped his hips, and his cock invaded the virgin hole. She screamed even louder as he started smacking her buttocks hard while, at the same time, ramming his entire cock inside her fundament. Paying no attention to her screams and pleas, he started to fuck her bottom as hard as he'd fucked her sex. Each mighty thrust was accompanied by a hard smack. Suddenly, a massive wave of excitement rippled through my wife's kneeling body, like a white-hot flame, and overwhelmed her completely. She shook with uncontrollable passion as spasms after spasms whipped through her. Her face contorted in agony. Despite the pain, or was it because of it, at last, she'd reached the peak of her rapture with a massive cock rammed all the way inside her bottom! She screamed as Richard drove his thick cock hard into her rectal passage, with even more powerful intensity. The brutally fucking man gripped Annabelle's flaring hips savagely as he rammed his cock into her spasming anus, without mercy, again and again. I could see that he loved the way the tight rectal passage undulated around his pistoning cock, and I also witnessed the moment when she became aware that sperm was being injected into her quaking bottom, because the in and out motions of his cock became much easier. In lewd response, her second orgasm was released high inside her pussy, and she felt as if her womb was being turned inside out. She shrieked, flailing her head wildly from side to side, and I'm sure that, for a brief moment, she almost lost consciousness as the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced overwhelmed her. Her eyes were shut as waves of exquisite pleasure blasted through her straining body. Her bare bottom ground against Richard's pelvis in a mindless search for even more pleasure. Her rectum contracted hard around the ejaculating cock, and she felt an almost unbearable pleasure sweeping through her entire body as he kept lunging his cock in and out of her spasming flesh, again and again. Finally, the rapture started to subside, and she collapsed flat on the floor. Richard, still gripping her flaring hips tightly, came down with her, with his softening cock still deeply embedded within her convulsing anus. Her soft purrs of contentment mingled with his sighs of tired pleasure as his cock slowly withdrew from her anus, as it lost its hardness. He stood up and walked to face her. His hand grabbed her hair, using it to steer her face to his groin. Her mouth was open in agony, and she could do nothing to stop Richard driving his soiled cock between her lips. It took only a few seconds for her to surrender and use her mouth and tongue to clean his cock. When she'd finished, he let her go and, gathering his clothes, he left the room without another glance at her. I quickly made my way to the study. My well-fucked wife was lying on her front, her head resting on her folded arms, her slim legs spread apart so that I could clearly see a trickle of Richard's sperm oozing out of her half-opened anus. From her cunt, a trickle of her love juice also oozed out, blending with the thicker liquid of Richard's semen, on the carpet. I closed the door behind me and went to her. She turned her head, looked at me, and started smiling as she saw that it was me. She sat up, and I sat next to her and wrapped my arms around her and told her how much I loved her. She and I hugged as we kissed tenderly. She undid my trousers and gripped my erect cock with both hands, and manipulated it as I caressed the creamy white globes of her large breasts. I closed my thumbs and middle fingers around her nipples and pinched the elongated teats hard, causing her to whimper. It was the first time I'd ever been so cruel. I was aware of the very strong aroma of sex coming from between her legs. My right hand roamed through the tight curls of pussy hair, framing her damp cunt, till my fingers stirred up the love juice, which was still freely dribbling out from her gaping sex. Annabelle pushed me till I rolled on my back. She sat astride my body and placed the head of my cock between the splayed lips of her gaping pussy. Very slowly, she slid her dripping cunt down my throbbing cock until she had taken every last inch of its length, down to the root, deep inside her soaking passage. I felt the liquid, dribbling from her anus, soak my balls. It felt weird, yet also very exciting to have one's balls bathed in another man's spunk. Her cunt muscles were contracting and expanding, gripping and releasing, in a wonderful rhythm as she bounced up and down my rigid cock at an ever-increasing rate. I was delighted by her uninhibited lovemaking. I clutched her flaring hips as she leaned forward so that the corona of my cock rubbed against her clitoris, each time it went in and out of her cunt. Suddenly, she went rigid, threw her head back, and shrieked with ecstasy. Her vaginal muscles clamped around my cock like a fist, and I knew that she was climaxing. I felt my shaft swelling with even more blood as I blasted my spunk inside her spasming cunt. My orgasm seemed to last a very long time. I realized that we were joined in the throes of the exquisite experience and pleasures of simultaneous orgasms. When it was all over, she dismounted and took my cock in her mouth and cleaned it with her tongue. Since that day, Richard and some of his male friends have been regular visitors to our home, and I've had the exquisite delight to watch my wife being debased and fucked senseless.

CHAPTER 11

Authors/humoresque/Blessed perversion chapter 11.txt

Mike Stone

From The Desk of Mike Stone, Mike's Joke File 12-22-14

'Tis the season to tell jokes. Santa Claus stopped at this really hot young woman's house to deliver Christmas gifts. As old St. Nick was putting some gifts under the Christmas tree, the hot chick came down the stairs wearing a short, red silk nightgown. "Santa, I'm so lonely tonight, could you stay for a few minutes?" the young woman said in a sexy voice. "Ho, ho, ho! Santa's gotta go, have to deliver these toys, you know!" Santa said to the hot chick. "Santa, if you stay for one hour, I'll take off my nightgown." The hot chick said as she took off her nightgown. "Ho, ho, ho! Santa's gotta go, have to deliver these toys, you know!" Santa again said. "Santa, if you stay for two hours, I'll take off my bra." The hot chick said as she took off her red bra. Santa looked at the chick's tits and said, "Ho, ho, ho! Santa's gotta go, have to deliver these toys, you know!" Santa again said. "Ho, ho, ho! Santa's gotta go, have to deliver these toys, you know!" The hot chick then said, "Santa, if you stay for the whole night, I'll take off my thong." The hot chick took off her red thong. Santa looked over her smooth pussy and said, "Hey, hey, hey! Santa's gotta stay, can't go up the chimney with my dick this way!"

Authors/Mike_Stone/From The Desk of Mike Stone/From The Desk of Mike Stone,Mikes's Joke File 12-22-14.txt

Maddy Bell

Making Ends Meet part 1

'More bubbly, Colin?' 'Enough tonight.' 'Come on, the girls are ready.' 'Had enough for one night, you go on.' 'Thought you wanted to bonk the blonde.' 'Had enough for one night, you take the girls home.' 'But...' 'Look, don't worry about me. Here,' Colin pressed several twenties into his companion's hand, 'go.' 'You gonna be okay?' 'Sure, sure, just go.' His erstwhile drinking companion left him then, intercepting the evening's 'dates' and ushering them out of the club without so much as a backward glance. Colin was not as drunk as he seemed; it had mostly been a ruse to lose his self-appointed minder, Graham. Ever since his inheritance, Graham had barely let him out of his sight. Not that that was so bad - Graham had been a mate since primary school, the money was obviously a magnet, but he was pretty sure that Graham really thought that he was looking after Colin. Well, it got to grate sometimes, and tonight was definitely one of those times. The unexpected windfall of three-quarters of a million pounds just eight months ago had really knocked him out. His benefactor, a distant cousin, had left the money, and he really couldn't fathom why. Still, it had all checked out, and here he was now, if he didn't go mad, set up for life. He left the club and took a taxi home - home, hmpf, mansion really, it was a 'crumbling' Victorian pile set in a couple of acres a mile or so out of town. Well, it wasn't crumbling now, and there was still work to do - the ultimate bachelor pad, all he really lacked was some regular female company. Never a great success with the girls, the money didn't help, so he made do with the good-time girls Graham kept finding. He put on the stereo and settled down to the sounds of Yes' Topographic Ocean, one of his favourites. Then it hit him - he had money now, he could pursue some of his hitherto unaffordable fantasies, but start small, get a housekeeper. And if you have a housekeeper, why not a pretty young one? The idea hatched as Tormato hit track 2, and he started working on his ad copy to recruit his home help. Wanted: live-in housekeeper, Light duties, All found + £5000 PA, Suit student. Contact box 1245. Sarah ringed it in blue as a 'couldn't hurt to apply', red was for 'must try' (2 bar jobs and a pizza delivery), green 'it will do in a pinch' (late shopper and singing telegram) and blue 'not much chance of getting' (this and evening librarian at the Uni.). The grant had come and gone, not that she had misspent, but just not budgeted very well. If she didn't get a job soon, she would be surviving on beans and pasta and walking everywhere. Although not a party animal, most of her money had gone on concerts, theatre and books, until the Christmas recess she was barely in her flat. She sighed and started the now familiar 'I wish to apply for...' letters, the template was on her PC so she just needed to fill in the gaps appropriately. With an air of despondency, she stuck the stamps on and ambled down to the post box.

Making Ends Meet part 1

Authors/Maddy_Bell/mem01.txt

Madeline Bell

Sam and Tha

'Bust' 'Not again, Sam.' 'You're not too good at this, are you, boyo?' 'I'll say he's not. That's three out of the last four hands.' It wasn't Sam's day. Here he was with three good-looking girls playing strip pontoon. It wasn't a difficult game, and he stood a realistic chance of bedding one of them, but only if he won. And so far, he had mucked his chances up big-style. They had all started with an equal number of garments, that is, ten items, and he was down to four already. By comparison, Emma was still fully dressed, Julie had lost three, and 'Manda was down to six. How they came to be playing in Julie's parents' country cottage still surprised Sam. The invite came out of the blue, although he often hung out with the girls, and they seemed to enjoy his company. With the invite, it was obvious that they had further designs on his body and it wasn't all platonic! The next couple of hands went a bit better. Emma lost a shoe, and 'Manda had her cardigan on the pile of discarded clothing. However, it wasn't long before Sam's clothing was down to his underpants. A streak of luck on his part actually had the girls nearly as naked as him. Emma was still winning with four garments, 'Manda had pants and a bra, and Julie was in a body, one stocking, and a suspender belt. 'Twist' - twelve. 'Twist' - a two, one card left. Should he go for it, erm... 'Twist' - bugger, an eight. 'Bust' 'Come on, big boy, get them keks off.' 'In your own time, Sam.' Ah well, in for a penny. Sam stood up and eased his pants off. True to form, the girls heckled and verbally abused his manhood until he stood stark naked in front of them. 'Let's get the game finished, and we can have some fun.' 'Can I at least sit down, Emma?' 'Okay, but remember, winner takes all!' This caused some hilarity. 'You can deal, Sam.' 'Okay.' Julie was next to join the naked ranks, and soon after, a pant-wearing Emma was declared the winner. This was cause for celebration, and rather than an orgy, it turned into a naked and drunken cushion fight. Eventually, they all collapsed into a mass of naked flesh, and one by one, dropped into a state of slumber. Frantic shaking from Manda broke Sam's slumber. 'Quick, there's a fire!' 'Grab the clothes!' 'Julie, come on!' They stumbled to a halt at the end of the garden and turned to survey the cottage, which by now was pretty much all in flames. 'Shit, the car!' Their transport was still by the back door and in imminent danger from the flames. 'Where are the keys?' 'I left them in last night.' 'Right.' Sam ran round the cottage, just in time to be caught in a blast from the kitchen. Seeing him go down, Emma and Julie ran to Sam, while Manda went to rescue the car. 'He's coming round.' 'Thank heaven.' Sam opened his eyes to find the girls looking down at him, now at least partially dressed. 'You had us worried there.' 'What happened?' 'The propane heater blew up, and you were caught in the blast.' 'The car?' 'Manda managed to move it. It got a bit scorched, but at least we can get back to civilization now you're awake.' He sat up and, to his embarrassment, found he was still naked. 'I'll get dressed, and we can go.' 'Erm, we have a problem there, Sam. I grabbed the pile of clothes, but I lost some on the way out, and it was nearly all yours.' 'Shit.' Julie presented him with what was left - one sock, one shoe, and his wallet. 'Your wallet must have dropped out of your pocket when you took your trousers off. It was in my shoe.' 'I can't go into town naked!' 'I've got a bit of stuff in the car boot, just for emergencies like. Might not be your style, but till we get home, it will have to do.' 'I guess beggars can't be choosy. Cheers, Manda.' Well, Manda hadn't been kidding. The emergency kit comprised a Lycra tube dress, pants, and a pair of trainers. 'You better have my sweater too,' Julie offered. Sam wanted to list all the reasons he couldn't wear the dress, but in the circumstances, what choice had he. 'Okay, then, but no wise cracks.' Julie fetched her sweater - the chunky pink one with a satin heart embroidered on the back. Sam winced. At least the pants were like a pair of white Speedos, even if he was unused to the body-hugging feel of the black dress. The dress reached to just above the knee, but even so, Sam was still shivering despite the furry jumper. 'His legs are blue.' 'There's some hold-ups in the glove compartment.' 'I'll get them.' Emma returned brandishing the hose and, despite his protestations, insisted on putting the black nylons on him before putting the trainers on. 'Whoops, I forgot those trainers were so girlie.' Sam looked at his feet and winced at the bright pink footwear. 'Ah well, let's get organized and off home. I need to get out of this clobber.' 'Ah, don't be bashful. You look sweet.' First job was to call the fire brigade. Everyone's mobiles had gone up in the flames, and the nearest phone was a couple of miles away. They left the still-smouldering cottage and headed towards the phone box. Manda phoned the fire service first, then Julie rang to break the news to her parents, who, whilst upset at the loss, were at least, on the face of it, more concerned that they were all okay. Sam was anxious to get back to his flat and clothes, but at best, it was a four-hour drive back across middle England. The conversation was, to say the least, a little muted. Sam sat in one corner, huddled in Julie's sweater, Julie herself asleep on the other side, while Emma and Manda, the conversation confined to directions. 'There's a chuff about a mile. Let's stop and get some breakfast,' Emma checked the back seat passengers, who were now both well asleep. 'We'll wake those two when we get there.' 'Come on, guys. Wakey, wakey. Time for brekky.' 'Uh. Oh, sure.' 'Sam?' 'Oh, er, yeah.' 'We must look a right mess. First stop, the lav's.' None of the girls even gave Sam more than a glance, and he himself was oblivious to his state of dress. There were a couple of other cars in the car park, but it was still pretty early, and everyone had that bleary look in their eyes. The three girls dived straight into the ladies; Sam sought the gents. 'Sorry, miss. You want next door.' Sam, still half-asleep, obediently turned and went through the adjoining door into the ladies. Funny, it's all closets, he shrugged his shoulders and headed for a stall. He must have dozed for a minute, long enough at least that the girls were waiting outside when he emerged. 'Sam, you look a sight. Here, let me.' The still-dazed Sam stood obediently while Emma brushed his hair, fussed with his clothes a bit, and did something around his eyes, felt like cleaning them. Somehow, it hadn't clicked with Sam what he was wearing; the others by now were thinking mischief. The clean-up from Emma was, in fact, a bit of eyeliner and some diamante hairgrips. 'Better?' 'Sure, I need coffee.' 'Hi, girls. What'll it be?' 'Four breakfasts, one veggie, two teas and two coffees,' Emma ordered. 'And fruit juice,' Julie chimed in. 'Okay, ladies. About five minutes, I'll bring it over.' 'Cheers.' The middle-aged waitress disappeared to the kitchen, and the four of them located a window table. Sam was obviously a bit concussed, and a mutual gleam went between the girls. They could have some fun with this situation. 'Instead of going straight back, let's go down to the coast.' 'Great idea, Mand. I'm up for it.' 'Julie?' 'Why not.' 'You up for it, Sam?' Sam was sure there was a reason to get home, but all he could think of was clothes. 'I could do with a bit of air.' 'Okay, then. It's settled.' Breakfast then turned up, and the conversation was drowned in a flurry of eating and drinking. Another round of drinks later, they were ready to leave. 'Take care, girls.' 'We will. We've got action Sam here.' The waitress looked a little puzzled. There were just the four girls, and none of them looked particularly an action girl, least of all the one they referred to as Sam. Once they were on the move again, Sam was quickly asleep. 'We can have some fun here, girls.' 'I'm not sure. He's obviously concussed still.' 'Yeah, but what a chance.' 'Well.' 'We come clean before we get back home. It'll be fun.' 'Okay, but it ends on the way home. We'll get him some clothes later.' 'Sure, Em, but we need a plan.' While Sam slept a fitful sleep, the girls planned their mischief.By the time they got to the coast, Sam had undergone a full manicure and pedicure, his shoulder-length hair was in two braids, and the makeup job was completed. He even sported breasts courtesy of Julie's enhancer bra. He didn't have much facial hair, and what he had was plucked clean. Somehow, he slept through all the attention. "Sam, wake up, we're there." "Where?" "The sea, Sam. You remember?" "Uh." "At breakfast, we decided on a day at the sea." "Oh, yeah, sure." It was quite bizarre, really. They knew he was a bloke, but everyone else saw a slightly gawky girl. They weren't sure what Sam thought. Although at the toilets, Sam headed for the gents' subconsciously, the others subtly redirected him, somehow managing to avoid mentioning sex in the conversations. By mid-afternoon, he was taking himself into the ladies', although for some reason, he felt a bit uncomfortable doing so. An out-of-town mall provided some retail therapy. The ringleader, Manda, insisted on buying Sam some strappy sandals with a three-inch heel. The others joined the "fun" by supplying Sam with a top and skirt from Top Shop and a pair of control pants. A change session later, Sam's manhood was concealed, and if there was any doubt earlier, there was none now. He took to the heels like a duck to water, and they were soon back to a fun afternoon, the girls keeping the conversation as neutral, sex-wise, as they could. Emma was now getting a bit heady and was really into the charade. Seeing a tattoo parlor, she came up with an idea. "Hey, guys, let's get a tattoo." Manda already sported one and was quick to support the idea. "Hey, great idea." "Whoa, count me out." "Come on, Jules. What 'bout you, Sam?" "Only if Jules does." "How about it, then, Jules?" "Oh, what the heck." An hour and a half later, they all sported new body art, the same tattoo circling their navels: "Amanda, Julie, Emma, Samantha" with an interweaving vine in green. The wearer's name was done in red at the top, the others in blue below. Emma got a second nose stud next to her first, and Sam was persuaded to get his ears done. If the tattoo guy noticed anything odd, he didn't say anything, and Sam, if anything, was now really acting his part. Late afternoon, they returned to the car to head back home. "You ok, Sam?" "Fine, just a bit queasy." "Why don't you have a nap?" "Great idea." Sam was asleep before they were out of the car park. "When do we come clean, Mand?" "Soon, I guess." "Do we have to, just yet?" Julie put in. "I thought you were against the idea earlier." "Well, it has turned out rather fun. I mean, we've got him toilet-trained so far. He hasn't the foggiest, and he's got a tattoo, which is going to be kind of difficult to explain. We can lose the earrings, but that's pretty permanent." "Perhaps we went a bit far with that." "We got them too." "I guess." "What you got in mind, then, Julie?" "Well, there's no classes this week, so unless he snaps out of it, we keep it going till next weekend. He can stay in your spare room, Em, and we do a better job on concealment and that, have some fun." "Em, you up for this? It's your room." "Ok, guys, count me in." "Right, then, we need to do some planning while sleeping beauty is out of it." Julie and Manda had a fair bit of shopping to do: leg wax, hair color, a visit to the local sex shop supplied a couple of other items, and a few bits of cheap jewelry and stuff finished off. Emma had done her bit as well. A couple of sleeping tablets had Sam deep into a world of slumber so that when the others arrived just after ten the next morning, Sam was already plucked and, with some effort, bathed. Manda, being a medical student, was in charge of the next bit. She fitted Sam with a catheter and, with some help from Emma, fitted his equipment into the latex pant. This was a work of art, designed for transvestites; it concealed all the male gear and was finished with a quite realistic female arrangement. The pant was glued in place, the catheter arranged so peeing could be done a la femme, and then they set to on the rest of him. Emma and Julie waxed arms and legs; Manda dyed his mousy hair an almost white blonde and fitted a pair of blue contacts that Emma had bought on impulse a while ago. A "borrowed" pair of mastectomy replacement breasts was glued in place, and Sam was now Samantha. To help things along, he was togged out in a pair of Julie's pajamas, and they put him back in bed. Rather than buy some new clothes, they each donated some stuff for his wardrobe, after all, that would be more realistic than all new stuff. He slept through into the afternoon when Emma woke him. "Come on, sleepy, the others are here." "Wha?" "Come on, get dressed." Sam sensed something was not right but couldn't place it. He recalled the trip to the coast, checked his tattoo, but he couldn't really remember much before that, though. The clothes seemed a bit unfamiliar, but hey, they must be his; they were in his room, after all. He pulled on a body, a new pair of tights from the drawer, the long denim skirt, and the pink jumper. Shoes? The T-bars with the three-inch heels would be ideal. Was his hair really that bright? Guess so. He brushed his hair, admired the diamond studs Manda had put in that morning, and emerged into the living room. "Bout time, Sam." "What's the rush?" They all chorused together. "Brad." "The film starts in an hour, and we have to get to the multiplex." "Coffee first." "Here, you drink. I'll do your hair." When they left the flat, Sam once again had braids, albeit now white, and some basic makeup. Will the adventure continue? Watch this space!

Part 1

Authors/Maddy_Bell/sam1.txt

Madeline Bell

Making Ends Meet part 1

'More bubbly, Colin?' 'Enough tonight.' 'Come on, the girls are ready.' 'Had enough for one night, you go on.' 'Thought you wanted to bonk the blonde.' 'Had enough for one night, you take the girls home.' 'But...' 'Look, don't worry about me. Here,' Colin pressed several twenties into his companion's hand. 'Go.' 'You gonna be okay?' 'Sure, sure, just go.' His erstwhile drinking companion left him then, intercepting the evening's 'dates' and ushering them out of the club without so much as a backward glance. Colin was not as drunk as he seemed; it had mostly been a ruse to lose his self-appointed minder, Graham. Ever since his inheritance, Graham had barely let him out of his sight. Not that that was so bad - Graham had been a mate since primary school, the money was obviously a magnet, but he was pretty sure that Graham really thought that he was looking after Colin. Well, it got to grate sometimes, and tonight was definitely one of those times. The unexpected windfall of three-quarters of a million pounds just eight months ago had really knocked him out. His benefactor, a distant cousin, had left the money, and he really couldn't fathom why. Still, it had all checked out, and here he was now, if he didn't go mad, set up for life. He left the club and took a taxi home - home, hmpf, mansion really, it was a 'crumbling' Victorian pile set in a couple of acres a mile or so out of town. Well, it wasn't crumbling now, and there was still work to do - the ultimate bachelor pad, all he really lacked was some regular female company. Never a great success with the girls, the money didn't help, so he made do with the good-time girls Graham kept finding. He put on the stereo and settled down to the sounds of Yes' Topographic Ocean, one of his favourites. Then it hit him - he had money now, he could pursue some of his hitherto unaffordable fantasies, but start small, get a housekeeper. And if you have a housekeeper, why not a pretty young one? The idea hatched as Tormato hit track 2, and he started working on his ad copy to recruit his home help. Wanted: live-in housekeeper, Light duties, All found + £5000 PA, Suit student. Contact box 1245. Sarah ringed it in blue as a 'couldn't hurt to apply', red was for 'must try' (2 bar jobs and a pizza delivery), green 'it will do in a pinch' (late shopper and singing telegram) and blue 'not much chance of getting' (this and evening librarian at the Uni.). The grant had come and gone, not that she had misspent, but just not budgeted very well. If she didn't get a job soon, she would be surviving on beans and pasta and walking everywhere. Although not a party animal, most of her money had gone on concerts, theatre and books, until the Christmas recess she was barely in her flat. She sighed and started the now familiar 'I wish to apply for...' letters, the template was on her PC so she just needed to fill in the gaps appropriately. With an air of despondency, she stuck the stamps on and ambled down to the post box.

Making Ends Meet part 1

Authors/Maddy_Bell/www/text/mem01.txt

Madeline Bell

Sam and the

'Bust' 'Not again, Sam.' 'You're not too good at this, are you, boyo?' 'I'll say he's not. That's three out of the last four hands.' It wasn't Sam's day. Here he was with three good-looking girls playing strip pontoon. It wasn't a difficult game, and he stood a realistic chance of bedding one of them, but only if he won. And so far, he had mucked his chances up big-style. They had all started with an equal number of garments, that is, ten items, and he was down to four already. By comparison, Emma was still fully dressed, Julie had lost three, and 'Manda was down to six. How they came to be playing in Julie's parents' country cottage still surprised Sam. The invite came out of the blue, although he often hung out with the girls, and they seemed to enjoy his company. With the invite, it was obvious that they had further designs on his body and it wasn't all platonic! The next couple of hands went a bit better. Emma lost a shoe, and 'Manda had her cardigan on the pile of discarded clothing. However, it wasn't long before Sam's clothing was down to his underpants. A streak of luck on his part actually had the girls nearly as naked as him. Emma was still winning with four garments, 'Manda had pants and a bra, and Julie was in a body, one stocking, and a suspender belt. 'Twist' - twelve. 'Twist' - a two, one card left. Should he go for it, erm... 'Twist' - bugger, an eight. 'Bust' 'Come on, big boy, get them keks off.' 'In your own time, Sam.' Ah well, in for a penny. Sam stood up and eased his pants off. True to form, the girls heckled and verbally abused his manhood until he stood stark naked in front of them. 'Let's get the game finished, and we can have some fun.' 'Can I at least sit down, Emma?' 'Okay, but remember, winner takes all!' This caused some hilarity. 'You can deal, Sam.' 'Okay.' Julie was next to join the naked ranks, and soon after, a pant-wearing Emma was declared the winner. This was cause for celebration, and rather than an orgy, it turned into a naked and drunken cushion fight. Eventually, they all collapsed into a mass of naked flesh, and one by one, dropped into a state of slumber. Frantic shaking from Manda broke Sam's slumber. 'Quick, there's a fire!' 'Grab the clothes!' 'Julie, come on!' They stumbled to a halt at the end of the garden and turned to survey the cottage, which by now was pretty much all in flames. 'Shit, the car!' Their transport was still by the back door and in imminent danger from the flames. 'Where are the keys?' 'I left them in last night.' 'Right.' Sam ran round the cottage, just in time to be caught in a blast from the kitchen. Seeing him go down, Emma and Julie ran to Sam, while Manda went to rescue the car. 'He's coming round.' 'Thank heaven.' Sam opened his eyes to find the girls looking down at him, now at least partially dressed. 'You had us worried there.' 'What happened?' 'The propane heater blew up, and you were caught in the blast.' 'The car?' 'Manda managed to move it. It got a bit scorched, but at least we can get back to civilization now you're awake.' He sat up and, to his embarrassment, found he was still naked. 'I'll get dressed, and we can go.' 'Erm, we have a problem there, Sam. I grabbed the pile of clothes, but I lost some on the way out, and it was nearly all yours.' 'Shit.' Julie presented him with what was left - one sock, one shoe, and his wallet. 'Your wallet must have dropped out of your pocket when you took your trousers off. It was in my shoe.' 'I can't go into town naked!' 'I've got a bit of stuff in the car boot, just for emergencies like. Might not be your style, but till we get home, it will have to do.' 'I guess beggars can't be choosy. Cheers, Manda.' Well, Manda hadn't been kidding. The emergency kit comprised a Lycra tube dress, pants, and a pair of trainers. 'You better have my sweater too,' Julie offered. Sam wanted to list all the reasons he couldn't wear the dress, but in the circumstances, what choice had he. 'Okay, then, but no wise cracks.' Julie fetched her sweater, the chunky pink one with a satin heart embroidered on the back. Sam winced. At least the pants were like a pair of white Speedos, even if he was unused to the body-hugging feel of the black dress. The dress reached to just above the knee, but even so, Sam was still shivering despite the furry jumper. 'His legs are blue.' 'There's some hold-ups in the glove compartment.' 'I'll get them.' Emma returned brandishing the hose and, despite his protestations, insisted on putting the black nylons on him before putting the trainers on. 'Whoops, I forgot those trainers were so girlie.' Sam looked at his feet and winced at the bright pink footwear. 'Ah well, let's get organized and off home. I need to get out of this clobber.' 'Ah, don't be bashful. You look sweet.' First job was to call the fire brigade. Everyone's mobiles had gone up in the flames, and the nearest phone was a couple of miles away. They left the still-smouldering cottage and headed towards the phone box. Manda phoned the fire service first, then Julie rang to break the news to her parents, who, whilst upset at the loss, were at least, on the face of it, more concerned that they were all okay. Sam was anxious to get back to his flat and clothes, but at best, it was a four-hour drive back across middle England. The conversation was, to say the least, a little muted. Sam sat in one corner, huddled in Julie's sweater, Julie herself asleep on the other side, while Emma and Manda, the conversation confined to directions. 'There's a chuff about a mile. Let's stop and get some breakfast,' Emma checked the back-seat passengers, who were now both well asleep. 'We'll wake those two when we get there.' 'Come on, guys. Wakey, wakey. Time for brekky.' 'Uh. Oh, sure.' 'Sam?' 'Oh, er, yeah.' 'We must look a right mess. First stop, the lav's.' None of the girls even gave Sam more than a glance, and he himself was oblivious to his state of dress. There were a couple of other cars in the car park, but it was still pretty early, and everyone had that bleary look in their eyes. The three girls dived straight into the ladies; Sam sought the gents. 'Sorry, miss. You want next door.' Sam, still half-asleep, obediently turned and went through the adjoining door into the ladies. Funny, it's all closets, he shrugged his shoulders and headed for a stall. He must have dozed for a minute, long enough at least that the girls were waiting outside when he emerged. 'Sam, you look a sight. Here, let me.' The still-dazed Sam stood obediently while Emma brushed his hair, fussed with his clothes a bit, and did something around his eyes, felt like cleaning them. Somehow, it hadn't clicked with Sam what he was wearing; the others by now were thinking mischief. The clean-up from Emma was, in fact, a bit of eyeliner and some diamante hairgrips. 'Better?' 'Sure, I need coffee.' 'Hi, girls. What'll it be?' 'Four breakfasts, one veggie, two teas and two coffees,' Emma ordered. 'And fruit juice,' Julie chimed in. 'Okay, ladies. About five minutes, I'll bring it over.' 'Cheers.' The middle-aged waitress disappeared to the kitchen, and the four of them located a window table. Sam was obviously a bit concussed, and a mutual gleam went between the girls. They could have some fun with this situation. 'Instead of going straight back, let's go down to the coast.' 'Great idea, Mand. I'm up for it.' 'Julie?' 'Why not.' 'You up for it, Sam?' Sam was sure there was a reason to get home, but all he could think of was clothes. 'I could do with a bit of air.' 'Okay, then. It's settled.' Breakfast then turned up, and the conversation was drowned in a flurry of eating and drinking. Another round of drinks later, they were ready to leave. 'Take care, girls.' 'We will. We've got action Sam here.' The waitress looked a little puzzled. There were just the four girls, and none of them looked particularly an action girl, least of all the one they referred to as Sam. Once they were on the move again, Sam was quickly asleep. 'We can have some fun here, girls.' 'I'm not sure. He's obviously concussed still.' 'Yeah, but what a chance.' 'Well...' 'We come clean before we get back home. It'll be fun.' 'Okay, but it ends on the way home. We'll get him some clothes later.' 'Sure, Em, but we need a plan.' While Sam slept a fitful sleep, the girls planned their mischief. By the time they got to the coast, Sam had undergone a full manicure and pedicure, his shoulder-length hair was in two braids, and the make-up job was completed. He even sported breasts courtesy of Julie's enhancer bra. He didn't have much facial hair, and what he had was plucked clean. Somehow, he slept through all the attention. 'Sam, wake up. We're there.' 'Where?' 'The sea, Sam. You remember?' 'Uh.' 'At breakfast, we decided on a day at the sea.' 'Oh, yeah, sure.' It was quite bizarre, really. They knew he was a bloke, but everyone else saw a slightly gawky girl. They weren't sure what Sam thought.Although Sam subconsciously headed for the gents' toilets, the others subtly redirected him, somehow managing to avoid mentioning sex in the conversations. By mid-afternoon, he was taking himself into the ladies' toilets, although for some reason, he felt a bit uncomfortable doing so. An out-of-town mall provided some retail therapy. The ring leader, Manda, insisted on buying Sam some strappy sandals with a three-inch heel. The others joined the 'fun' by supplying Sam with a top and skirt from Top Shop and a pair of control pants. After a change session, Sam's manhood was concealed, and if there was any doubt earlier, there was none now. He took to the heels like a duck to water, and they were soon back to a fun afternoon, the girls keeping the conversation as neutral, sex-wise, as they could. Emma was now getting a bit heady and was really into the charade. Seeing a tattoo parlor, she came up with an idea. 'Hey, guys, let's get a tattoo.' Manda already sported one and was quick to support the idea. 'Hey, great idea.' 'Whoa, count me out.' 'Come on, Jules. What about you, Sam?' 'Only if Jules does.' 'How about it, then, Jules?' 'Oh, what the heck.' An hour and a half later, they all sported new body art, the same tattoo circling their navels: 'Amanda, Julie, Emma, Samantha' with an interweaving vine in green. The wearer's name was done in red at the top, the others in blue below. Emma got a second nose stud next to her first, and Sam was persuaded to get his ears done. If the tattoo guy noticed anything odd, he didn't say anything, and Sam, if anything, was now really acting his part. Late afternoon, they returned to the car to head back home. 'You okay, Sam?' 'Fine, just a bit queasy.' 'Why don't you have a nap?' 'Great idea.' Sam was asleep before they were out of the car park. 'When do we come clean, Mand?' 'Soon, I guess.' 'Do we have to just yet?' Julie put in. 'I thought you were against the idea earlier.' 'Well, it has turned out rather fun. I mean, we've got him toilet-trained,' a round of soft chuckles, 'so far, he hasn't the foggiest, and he's got a tattoo, which is going to be kind of difficult to explain. We can lose the earrings, but that's pretty permanent.' 'Perhaps we went a bit far with that.' 'We got them too.' 'I guess.' 'What you got in mind, then, Julie?' 'Well, there's no classes this week, so unless he snaps out of it, we keep it going till next weekend. He can stay in your spare room, Em, and we do a better job on concealment and that, have some fun.' 'Em, you up for this? It's your room.' 'Okay, guys, count me in.' 'Right, then, we need to do some planning while sleeping beauty is out of it.' Julie and Manda had a fair bit of shopping to do: leg wax, hair color, a visit to the local sex shop supplied a couple of other items, and a few bits of cheap jewelry and stuff finished off. Emma had done her bit as well; a couple of sleeping tablets had Sam deep into a world of slumber so that when the others arrived just after ten the next morning, Sam was already plucked and, with some effort, bathed. Manda, being a medical student, was in charge of the next bit. She fitted Sam with a catheter and, with some help from Emma, fitted his equipment into the latex pant. This was a work of art, designed for transvestites; it concealed all the male gear and was finished with a quite realistic female arrangement. The pant was glued in place, the catheter arranged so peeing could be done a la femme, and then they set to on the rest of him. Emma and Julie waxed arms and legs; Manda dyed his mousy hair an almost white blonde and fitted a pair of blue contacts that Emma had bought on impulse a while ago. A 'borrowed' pair of mastectomy replacement breasts was glued in place, and Sam was now Samantha. To help things along, he was togged out in a pair of Julie's pajamas, and they put him back in bed. Rather than buy some new clothes, they each donated some stuff for his wardrobe, after all, that would be more realistic than all new stuff. He slept through into the afternoon when Emma woke him. 'Come on, sleepy, the others are here.' 'Wha?' 'Come on, get dressed.' Sam sensed something was not right but couldn't place it. He recalled the trip to the coast, checked his tattoo, but he couldn't really remember much before that, though. The clothes seemed a bit unfamiliar, but hey, they must be his; they were in his room, after all. He pulled on a body, a new pair of tights from the drawer, the long denim skirt, and the pink jumper. Shoes? The t-bars with the three-inch heels would be ideal. Was his hair really that bright? Guess so. He brushed his hair, admired the diamond studs Manda had put in that morning, and emerged into the living room. 'Bout time, Sam.' 'What's the rush?' They all chorused together. 'Brad.' 'The film starts in an hour, and we have to get to the multiplex.' 'Coffee first.' 'Here, you drink. I'll do your hair.' When they left the flat, Sam once again had braids, albeit now white, and some basic makeup.

Part 1

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Rex Antioch

The Libation

'Ariadne', all fifteen meters of her, sliced her way easily through the blue Aegean with her white wings spread. The sea around us was empty from horizon to horizon apart from the last glimpse of Limnos far astern and a cruise-liner hull-down to the west, and I lay naked on the coachroof, soaking up the sun while my daughter Amelia stood her watch by the wheel in the cockpit. My daughter had seen me naked before. Not often, but often enough for her not, I hoped, to be bothered by it. At home, I'd walked naked between the shower and my bedroom, or sometimes swum naked in the pool, and if she'd seen me, I'd made nothing of it as though it was the most natural thing in the world, which, of course, it is. I'd seen her naked, too. Most often in the pool, white, lithe and glistening like a seal, and for all that the sight had made my heart pound and my blood sing, I'd smiled and passed on as though unconcerned. We'd seen each other naked on the yacht, too - two people cannot share a fifteen-meter yacht for five days without such intimacies - and I was well aware that my daughter now even enjoyed my seeing her naked while giving my nakedness a discreet close inspection, for what thirteen-year-old girl can be oblivious to the effect her body has on men and resist exploring the effect, even when the man is her father. I had designed the whole month-long vacation to meet the demands of her exploding sexuality. Greece in the summer is sensuality given form. We'd spent two weeks touring by land, drinking red wine in little candle-lit tavernas while my daughter enjoyed being undressed by the eyes of swarthy, dark-eyed, smooth-muscled Greek youths, or treading the hot sands of beaches beside the sparkling blue Mediterranean while college drop-outs from California made love to blond Swedish girls or teased frustrated German hausfraus with their fat, sweating husbands asleep on recliners beside them. We'd trod the ruins of Ancient Greece, admiring the statues of the athletes with their crowns of laurel and their limp stone penises, and sat on the worn steps of ruined temples while I had explained Sacred Prostitution to my daughter, in which every woman in the City was required for one day each year to go to the temple steps and have sex with the first man to approach her, be he king or beggar, old or young, hale or cripple. Then we took over the 'Ariadne,' chartered for ten days and the long sail across the Aegean to the island of Lesbos where Sappho had lived, and we had anchored in quiet bays drinking red wine while I read Sappho's poetry, some of the most erotic ever written, to my daughter. Now we were sailing back to the mainland through Homer's 'wine-dark sea' which had been furrowed by the keels of the Greek fleet en route to Troy to rescue Helen, the most beautiful woman to ever live, and only a few days of the holiday remained. I had immersed my beautiful, virgin daughter in sex and now, only now, would I discover if she was ripe for plucking. I could see her from the corner of my eye, sitting on the cockpit seat with a lazy hand looped over the chrome curve of the wheel, for the autopilot was steering and her main task was to watch the wind. We were on a broad reach in a good, not too strong breeze with the genoa set and drawing well and the boom almost all the way out to the shrouds. It was perfect conditions for the spinnaker, but for reasons of my own, I hadn't suggested setting it. Amelia was topless in little tight shorts she was wearing only, I thought, because the plastic of the cockpit seats could get too hot in the sun for a bare bottom during the day. Her little breasts were perfect, high on her chest and jutting yet far from fully grown, with tiny pimpled nipples at the centers of slightly protruding inch-wide discs of soft-pink aureol edged by a narrow rose-red ring where it met the smooth honey skin of her breasts. She was in-between the straight-sided shape of a child and the hour-glass figure of a woman, with the first signs of a narrowing waist and the rounding of hips needed for childbirth, but I knew from my memories of seeing her naked that her bottom was rounding, her thighs were filling out and her legs were losing their boyish skinniness for a feminine rounding of her calves and slimming around the ankles. And I could remember from seeing her naked how that little mound, now covered with the first faint growth of soft golden fur, was beginning to pout at the join of her legs with, at its base, the deep, inviting head of the gorge that ran between them and from which I had sometimes glimpsed her tiny clitoris peeking shyly out at the world. As I caressed my daughter's breasts and clitoris in my mind, my penis swelled to grow hard and rigid. Lying on my back on a towel spread on the coachroof, I took it in a hand and began caressing it, stroking it, rubbing the foreskin back and forth until it grew too long to be contained with the hood of skin. Clearly in view of my daughter, I masturbated, knowing she was watching, excited by the fact she was watching. She had seen me erect before and was aware it was a sign of sexual excitement. I had never before, though, drawn attention to it or overtly handled it as I was now. Picturing my daughter's breasts, I stroked it and teased it. To the memory of that tight little crack between her legs and what lay within it, I provoked it to orgasm. A great gout of white semen fountained from it three-feet vertically into the air, for it was an orgasm which had been building for weeks as I, too, had been soaking in the raw sex of Greece with my beautiful, virgin daughter at my side. Another and another, each not quite so big or so high but each falling back to spatter on my skin, my body convulsing and my penis jerking. I did not look towards my daughter but knew she had to be watching, could not help but be watching in her fascination and curiosity. My orgasm died to a weak trickle of white fluid and I sighed. Then I rose, took one look toward Amelia to meet wide, startled eyes, and then dived from the coachroof over the rails into the sea. I went deep, the bubbles hissing in my ears and the sea, the warmth of red wine, washing the semen from my body. I was risking my life. Amelia knew what to do, for we had practiced man-overboard often enough on our little sailboat at the lake at home. But a little sailboat in a lake is not a sea-going yacht in a wide sea, and we had always before been recovering life-jackets or squabs thrown overboard, with me there to help Amelia recover it. Now she was on her own, and if she messed up, I could die. My head broke the surface and I shook the water out of my eyes. The yacht's Danbuoy was bobbing ten feet away where Amelia had thrown it, the little flag on top of its pole flapping in the breeze, and 'Ariadne' was a long twenty yards away, already curving around as she turned downwind. I swam over to the Danbuoy and let it support me as I watched my daughter handle my rescue. So far, she had done everything right, but it could still all go wrong, for although the 'man-overboard' drill I had taught her was just a simple circle which should bring the yacht up into wind almost on top of the man in the water, its disadvantage was that it involved a gybe, with the stern of the boat passing through the eye of the wind. Making a mistake in sail-handling at that time could dismast a boat, and although I knew the wind we had was not strong enough to do that to 'Ariadne', there was still ample opportunity for the girl to lose control. If she regained it, she would face at best having to tack directly up to windward to find me again, a hard task solo. If she didn't, she could quickly be carried far enough to leeward to lose sight of me and the Danbuoy completely. Then her best bet would be to get onto the radio, but it would be hours before even a helicopter could arrive, by which time I would be a very small dot indeed in a very large sea. The Mediterranean in summer is not cold enough to kill by itself, but it quickly drains strength, and even with the support of the Danbuoy, I doubted I would survive a night. With my life completely in my daughter's hands, I watched her avidly. As the bow turned further downwind, I saw her winching the main-sheet in furiously, which meant she'd already taken the genoa's sheet off the winch and belayed it. The boom crept inboard, and the main blanketed the foresail, which collapsed flapping. "Don't panic, Honey. You're doing fine," I breathed across a hundred yards of water to my daughter. The stern passed directly through the wind, and the genoa opened with a crack on the other side, forcing the bow down. The little girl in the cockpit turned from the winch to the wheel to compensate, and as she turned back to the winch, the wind hit the other side of the mainsail and flung it and the boom across the boat. The yacht swayed in the water to the shift of weight and driving force, but my daughter was already at the wheel to correct. The main and foresail bulged out in the breeze, and sweetly 'Ariadne' picked up speed again, continuing the wide circle it needed. As the bow came up to wind, it obscured my sight of the girl in the cockpit, and also stopped her from seeing the huge sigh of relief I gave. Growing comfortingly large again, the yacht accelerated around the circle as the wind came around her beam and then slowed again as it headed her. Finally, she came to a stop nearby, head to wind and sails flapping - not as close as was possible, perhaps, but close enough. Towing the Danbuoy by one of its lines, I swam through the easy swell to the stern and climbed back aboard by the ladder. My little girl was standing by the wheel, her face ashen and her pert breasts rising and falling as she panted her fright and relief. "Are you all right?" she asked. "What happened?" "Just testing," I told her. Her mouth opened and shut.She knew as well as I what could have happened had she messed up. "I knew you could do it," I told her gently. "But you needed to know it, too." She looked ready to cry, so I set the Danbuoy back in its cradle on the stern rails and opened my arms to her. She stepped into them, and I hugged her small, lithe body to mine, crushing her breasts against me. It was the first time ever I had felt them skin to skin, firm yet gloriously soft. "Oh Honey," I breathed into her hair as my penis threw off the effects of its immersion and stirred against her stomach, also skin to skin. "I so much want to make love to you." She was still in my arms, her arms tight around me. She could surely feel her breasts pressing against my chest, my penis throbbing against her. "I'd like it too," she whispered. A dream come true. I hugged her fiercely and kissed the top of her head. "We'd better get this show back on the road first, though," I said, and let her go. I backed the genoa to bring 'Ariadne's head around, and together we settled her back on her original course. My daughter kept shooting me little glances, as though expecting me to begin having sex with her there and then, but for all that I was quivering with the need, I was in no hurry. Once the autopilot was reset, I reminded Amelia it was still her watch and went below to wash the salt from my body. Returning to the cockpit, I took her a glass of chilled white wine, dew settling on the cold glass, and we went through the rescue step by step, discussing what had happened and if it could have been done better. Then, as the air began to cool for the evening and the breeze began to drop as it usually did, I went below again and returned with our evening meal, a Greek salad. I knew Amelia was puzzled, and wondering perhaps if she had really heard me say that I wanted to make love with her. We had more wine with the meal and finished as the sea began to darken and the western horizon burned with a rose and gold sunset. Against the rising dark to the east, another cruise-ship - the Aegean is stiff with them in summer - twinkled like a Christmas Tree while the navigation lights of several other ships appeared against the horizon. None, though, were within ten miles of us or coming in our direction. I lit and checked our navigation lights and then hopped back into the cockpit. Amelia was watching me, and when I stood before her and held out my hands as though inviting her to dance, she rose. Gently I took her by the waist and kissed her, not as a father does a daughter but as a man does a woman. Awkwardly, uncertainly, she kissed me back. I slid my hands up her sides and down her flanks, behind her shoulders and then around to cup her little breasts. Each one just filled one of my hands, already firm like a woman's yet only half-grown. I felt her very slightly press herself further into my hands and kissed her again. Her nipples were tiny and hard, like cherry-pips, and the small pink flower containing each one was softer than new snow. I toyed with them until I felt them protruding slightly, and my daughter was pressing herself more fiercely into my hands, her mouth seeking mine and becoming more urgent. Then I slid my hands down her flanks to the top of her cut-down denims, unsnibbed the rivet at the belt and unzipped the fly. Gently I began easing them down over her hips, but I could only reach so far. At that point, my daughter took over, wriggling them down her legs and kicking them through the companion hatch into the pilot's berth. Her stomach was flat and firm with the little pock-hole of her navel. The mound of Venus below it was soft and velvety with the young virgin growth of her pubic hair, and the crack below that, when I slid my finger into it, was dry and tight. I sat down on the cockpit seat, misted with the forming dew, and pulled her with me into my lap. I was running my hand more firmly over her body from breasts to thighs and dipping between her legs. Shyly, uncertainly, she brushed my penis with her hand, took it away and then took it in her hand more firmly. It twitched and pulsed against her fingers and palm, and she giggled. 'Ariadne' was chasing the sunset, running easily in the dying breeze and pitching to a slow swell. It was beautiful, perfect. I was making slow love to my virgin daughter, bringing to life her sex and sexuality, showing her that sex is not shame but glory, that the fire of sex in her blood is the fire of life itself - and the brighter it burns, the more life she has. I parted my daughter's knees with my hand and dipped my finger into her vagina, drawing it out slippery with her sex-dew which I spread around her little labia and clitoris. Her tiny hand was stroking my penis, feeling the urgency of its need and power, and gentling it. We were alone on the vast sea, yet I could believe there were others on the boat with us, the spirits of those great women of legend who had sailed that same sea and were now watching and sharing my daughter's discovery of her sexuality at her father's hands, for such a thing was not unusual in Antiquity. Helen, the cause of a ten-year war. Ariadne herself, dying for the want of Theseus' love on the Island of Naxos nearby. Persephone, sacrificed by her own father to gain the support of the Gods in his war against Troy to recover Helen. Iphigenia, lost and then recovered by the love of her brother Orestes. Sappho from the island behind us, versed and immersed in love. My finger had well-oiled my daughter, and I whispered, "Would you like to try intercourse?" I felt her face her apprehension of that vast new step, brace herself and nod. "What do I do?" she asked. My hands at her waist lifted her to her feet and turned her to face me. I closed my knees and held my penis steady like a spike in my lap. "Straddle me and lower yourself onto it," I told her. "But no more than you want. The first time can be painful, and we can try again another day." I saw her lips narrow with determination as she moved forward to straddle my thighs. The last golden light of the sunset painted her body, gilding her breasts and spread thighs. 'Ariadne' slid onward through the wine-dark sea, pitching gently like a living, breathing sea-beast, and the water slipped whispering along her hull. With her hands on my shoulders to steady herself, and mine at her waist to give support, my daughter lowered herself onto my penis. My finger slipping into her vagina had warned me she was small, perhaps too small. And she was a virgin. I could feel the tip of my penis was at the entrance to her vagina, in the correct place, but when only the first half-inch was in her, I could tell she was tiny. It was as though I was trying to push my wedding ring down over my penis. A fraction more, and it was beginning to hurt me as my glans penis was crushed into too small a space. It was hurting Amelia, too, probably more than me, for she had her teeth bared in a small snarl of determination as she tried to force me into her. She was shifting her hips slightly, trying to wind my penis further into her little vagina with tiny increments and changes of angle, but as well as my discomfort, I began to feel hers too and closed my hands on her waist. "Enough," I breathed, hugely disappointed. "You're not old enough yet. We'll try again later. Maybe next year." She kept up the pressure a moment more, growling slightly, then the weight on my penis eased. "You're too big, dad," she said accusingly and with, I thought I heard, a hint of disappointment of her own. She was still kissing the tip of my penis with her vaginal lips, and I leaned forward to kiss her on the lips and once on each nipple. "Sorry," I said. She lifted herself off me, and a fluke of the easing breeze gusted across the yacht like a sigh of disappointment from the sea. "Maybe...." my daughter said and turned back to me from the remains of the meal still set out on the navigation flap. In her hands was a small glass flask I knew contained olive oil, best extra-virgin olive oil. Amelia poured some into her hand and smeared it over my penis, the sight and sweet sensation of which nearly caused me to ejaculate into her face. "Let's try again," she said and straddled me once more. The oil helped a little, as did the fact that I'd lost a little of the rigidity of my erection in my disappointment and tried hard not to let my penis swell again. Gritting her teeth, my daughter wound me millimeter by millimeter into her vagina. I could feel something resisting my advance, her virginity, and with a grunt Amelia forced herself down brutally against it. My helmet popped through the gap in her pelvic girdle into the soft folds of her vagina beyond it, tearing her hymen on the way. My daughter gave a little cry, and as though her knees had given way, she slid down my pole, and her weight settled across my lap. I held myself still for her, melting into the hot, tight clasp of her vagina around my penis as she recovered herself. After a long moment, she let her breath out with a whoosh and said, "Ouch!" "Oh, Honey." I was awed and humbled by what she had done, more challenging by far than saving my life earlier. "Are you all right?" I felt her collect herself and straighten up in my lap. In the last of the light, I saw her wrinkle her face in thought and felt her shift her weight slightly as she explored the feel of the thing inside her. "A bit sore," she admitted. Then she linked her hands behind my neck and leaned back slightly to regard me thoughtfully, her little breasts thrust towards me, the tip of my penis at the mouth of her womb. "What do we do now?" My little daughter was a woman, with a man inside her. The others, the women of Antiquity who had once done it for the first time themselves, probably at around the age my daughter was and quite likely with their own fathers, had lent her their strength, seen her succeed and left us.We were alone in the middle of an ancient sea, the oldest on Earth, and I loved my little daughter with the kind of love that had fueled a ten-year war and launched a thousand ships, brought death by broken heart at Naxos, and led a man to journey into the land of the dead to recover his lost love. "Nothing," I said gently, stroking her breasts, her flanks, and her thighs. "You hurt and you're bleeding. We'll do it again as soon as you're ready and not before. It will be easier next time." I sensed she was a little relieved at this, and I held myself still as she lifted herself off me, my penis sliding blood-stained out of her vagina. Seeing it there, sticking massively out of my thighs, I was staggered that my slight daughter had actually managed to take it into herself. I drew her head down and kissed her. "I love you, Honey," I whispered. "I love you too, Dad," she whispered back, and then made her way rather painfully and stiffly down the companionway and into the master cabin for, I presumed, a shower. With the fall of full night, the breeze had stopped falling away, and 'Ariadne' was easing her way along almost upright at just under three knots. I checked the set of the sails and the autopilot setting, marked the GPS reading and time on the chart, and then settled back for my watch. The cruise ship had gone, and the navigation lights of any others within the horizon were lost among the mass of glittering stars that filled the sky with majesty. Nothing showed on 'Ariadne's little radar screen, which meant there was nothing within line of sight from her cross-trees, about eight miles. My penis was still half-erect as a result of the uncompleted act of sex with my daughter, but I could live with that. In two or three days, perhaps anchored up in a lonely little bay on the mainland of Greece, I would make love to my daughter properly and pump my seed into her as yet unready womb. In the months to come, back home, I would introduce her to oral sex and anal sex, and make videos of our having sex to console me in the days beyond that when, with a man of her own, she might no longer have any time for her father. But that was to come. For the present, I was sailing the oldest sea like a god with my penis still sticky with the first oil of the olive and my own pre-cum mixed with the virgin blood and vaginal secretions of my daughter, my lover, my woman, my angel, and my goddess. Carefully, I wiped the sticky mess off my penis and shook it off my hand into the sea as the oldest libation of all to the gods who control the fates and fortunes of men, thanking them for Amelia.

Authors/Antioch/The Libation.txt

William Wordsworth

To a sister

'To a sister' is an innocuous poem penned by the finest and most famous of English Romantic poets, William Wordsworth, and yet it is found in very few of the volumes of his 'complete' works published both during his life and for a century after his death because, one would assume, of the precious sensibilities of the Victorians and their immediate successors to the idea of incest. William Wordsworth was born in 1770, and his sister Dorothy the following year. His early works of poetry earned him little attention and less money, but in 1795 he received a small bequest which enabled him to live an independent life first in Dorset, then Somerset, and eventually in the famous 'Dove Cottage' at Grasmere in the English Lake District. Each move was in pursuit of the dream of the idyllic rustic existence so fervently sought by the Romantic movement of the time. At all times, his devoted sister Dorothy accompanied him and lived with him. This arrangement seems to have caused some degree of gossip, and Thomas de Quincey, who lived with the Wordsworths for a time in Dove Cottage, hints much later at an incestuous relationship between them. That there was no more substantial scandal at the time is likely to have been for a number of reasons. First and foremost, their living arrangements were by no means unique. In the social milieu of the day, a woman had only two career paths: prostitution or marriage. A woman who wished to pursue neither was forced to rely upon her family for support, and thus many brothers had to take responsibility for unmarried or 'non-working' sisters. Sisters frequently functioned as housekeepers in the households of their brothers, but perhaps the Wordsworths were slightly unusual in that there is no evidence that Dorothy regarded herself as being in any way 'in service' to her brother. Although she ran the house, from all accounts theirs was a relationship of equality, which, for the times, was a very modern arrangement. Moreover, in households where the sister acted as 'housekeeper,' the household was usually run by the brother's wife. In the case of the Wordsworths, William did not marry until 1802. With the French Revolution in full swing, the world of the 1790s was in turmoil, and everything was 'up for grabs.' In England, it was a time of licentious immorality, of rakes and libertines. The Revolutionaries in France, initially admired by William, had rejected religion and sought a purely secular, rational morality. William himself, of course, and Dorothy too were at the forefront of the Romantic movement, which, if it rejected the anarchic amorality of the libertines and the purely 'rational' morality proposed by the French revolutionaries, also rejected all moralities 'imposed' by State or Church and instead looked for and lived by an inherent 'morality' of nature, which they believed could be accessed by the individual surrendering to and directly experiencing the divine as expressed in nature. One consequence of this view was that as long as it was kept discrete and caused no harm, a person, or couple, could do whatever they wanted. Morality was seen as a personal matter, which no-one else had any right to comment upon. By choice, the Wordsworths lived isolated, secluded lives with a small circle of like-minded friends, which included Samuel Taylor Coleridge, a circle which even had it known of an incestuous relationship between them would have regarded it as purely a matter for them and no-one else's business. Even someone such as de Quincy who did become aware of it was clearly unperturbed by it and only mentions it in passing much later. Nor should it be forgotten that in this circle, sex was seen as wholly 'natural' and inevitable, while in society as a whole, incest itself was no great matter. A father still 'owned' his daughter as property until he 'gave her away' in marriage, and as property rights were absolute, what he did with her was up to him. However, getting her pregnant made it harder to find a husband, and amongst the middle and upper classes may even have reduced her value in dowry, so there was much literature available concerning contraception and, as a last resort, termination, much of which would make a modern physician's hair stand on end. In most households, all the children of the family - and often the parents too - would likely have shared the same bedroom and even the same bed until the day they left home to get married, and brother-sister incest seems only to have been regarded as a major 'sin' when it could be added as an afterthought to a longer list of far more 'serious' mischiefs, as in the case of Lord Byron. Lastly, and sadly, it must be noted that it seems Dorothy Wordsworth herself, although blessed with a fine mind and, as her Journals reveal, considerable literary talent in her own right, was not a physically attractive woman, which may be why she not only never married but never seems even to have contemplated it. Any man living alone with a beautiful sister is bound to raise envy and a degree of curiosity in other men as to whether he sleeps with her, but where the sister is not one likely in herself to raise lustful desires, it is perhaps more understandable that men should assume the brother responds the same way! The purpose of this introduction is to set the background for a series of previously unknown letters purporting to be (and I believe genuinely are) from Dorothy Wordsworth to a friend, identified only as 'Emma,' which throw considerable light on this previously speculative side to the relationship between William Wordsworth and his almost equally famous sister. 'Emma' was Emmeline Jane Gidding of Summerley Farm in Forncett St. Peter, Norfolk. In 1788, Dorothy's uncle and guardian, the Revd. William Cookson (b.1754), who had at one time been tutor to the sons of King George III but whose anti-slavery views would have earned him some enmity among the establishment, was granted the living at Forncett St. Peter, where he went with his new wife and his niece. Dorothy was then 17, and Emma was 14, so a friendship between them was very likely. In the circumstances, it was perhaps very remiss of Emma not to have destroyed these letters, which are extremely compromising of William and Dorothy, especially as Dorothy clearly reposed a great deal of trust in Emma by sending them in the first place. However, anyone reading Dorothy's journals can easily comprehend the character of the woman who would expose herself so thoroughly and unstintingly to someone who was clearly a good and close but deeply troubled friend. To my mind, too, I have to say that I think that Dorothy at least (I would not speak for William) would not have been greatly perturbed had her relationship with her brother become public knowledge, as she was clearly very strong-willed with a distinct attitude of 'take me as I am or not at all!' For whatever reason, Emma did not destroy the correspondence. She did, however, secure them in such a way that they did not come to public attention for two centuries, and for the light they shed upon the lives and personalities of William and Dorothy, I for one am glad she did. Although they bear no anagram, I believe the letters can safely be attributed to 1797-98, and as they thus pre-date the Alfoxden Journals, they will be of intense interest to admirers of Dorothy's work. In this, they will not be disappointed. However, apart from some particularly notable observations of a "Romantic' kind, the following extracts have been edited to concentrate upon what they reveal of Dorothy's thoughts about sex, sexuality, and incest, and of course Dorothy herself. Alfoxden House, Kilve, Somerset. August 3rd My dear Emma, your letter to me at Racedown [Racedown Lodge, Dorset, where the Wordsworths made their first home together from Sept. 1795 until July 1797] has only just caught up with me here, where W. [William] has moved us to be near our new friend Samuel Coleridge, who lives just three miles away at Nether Stowey. C. [Coleridge] has published some poetry already, and he and W. strike sparks of inspiration off each other like a horse-shoes on a flint road. It is wonderful to watch. [Description of Alfoxden and much of interest on Coleridge.] By all means do feel free to write me with complete liberty, and in the perfect knowledge that I shall certainly hold close to my heart any confidences which you feel able to entrust to me. Do not either hold any concern that I do not speak for my brother also. Your friend, Dorothy Wordsworth. Alfoxden House, September 20th. Dearest Emma. Your letter makes me a little homesick for the wide Norfolk skies. Those majestic cauliflower clouds boiling up from the west above the Elms of the Summerley Meadows and the light of the setting sun spearing out of the gaps between them. The light seems somehow harder here in Somerset when it was so soft in Norfolk. It cannot be just that we are further south, although those who have travelled there say the light is harder still in Italy and Spain, for we are not all that much further. Perhaps it is that the land here is harder, for there are even outcroppings of rock (some of them as circles made by man long ago), and the hills are far more bony than anything in Norfolk. Perhaps it is just that the sea is so much closer. [Alfoxten House is practically on the beach of the Bristol Channel. Forncett St. Peter is 25 miles from the North Sea.] [A quite lovely portrait of the Quantock Hills.] I am saddened by the rift between your father and L [Emma's second eldest brother Lionel].You do not enlarge upon the matter at the root of this rift, which must for certain be substantial if it has driven L from his home and prospects, yet I can tell it troubles you deeply. I doubt there is anything I can do to help heal it, for although I have fond memories of L, your father, as I recall, is a man much of his own mind, and I suspect he will have little memory, and even less regard, for me. Yet still I sense a quiet cry for help among your words, and, woman to woman, stand ready to open my heart if in any way that might be of assistance to you. Yet in return yours must be more open to me. Let us be as sisters might, and I the elder. [Dorothy would be 26 on Christmas Day, 1797. Emmeline turned 23 on June 1st that year.] Your loving sister Dorothy. Alfoxden House, October 21st. Oh, my dear Emma. No, I am not shocked, and were you here in place of this paper, I would hold you close to my heart with all the firmness of the sisterly loyalty and love that resides there for you. As women, we must make allowances for men, as the poplar bends to the gale. Our task is to bear children; their task is to create them. Thus, ours is passive, to be the tree which bears the fruit, but nature makes man the bee, driving him from dawn to dusk from flower to flower, ever seeking the sweet nectar that lies within. Thus, nature rides men as the postillion his horse, forcing them if necessary with whip and spur to the destination of bringing into being the next generation. If they were to fail at that, there would be no next generation, and so nature drives hard and cruelly. Marriage is a man-made thing, and nature takes no account of it. It did not cease riding your father hard on the death of your mother, and, like the desperate rider, uses whip and spur even more cruelly when thwarted. Widowed, your father's choice to escape the savage demands of nature, which can drive a man to despair or bitter rage, was to take you to his bed or some uncaring whore, nothing to you and to who you were nothing, and likely unclean to boot. You accepted your womanly duty. It can be hard and painful, but so is childbirth, and women have ever accepted that as their lot. When we are children, our fathers seem as gods and kings to us, for so do they have utter control over our lives and our destinies. Discovering they are merely men, as powerless in the face of their nature as is all else, is one of the pains of growing up for us all. For sure, a man is at his most natural when in the transports of sexual congress, and by experiencing him thus in his bed, that transition of your father from god to man was both greatest and most abrupt, and thus most painful to you, especially in one so young. [Jane Gidding is buried in the churchyard at Forncett St. Peter. Her gravestone records her date of death as 17th September 1787, when her daughter Emmeline would have been just 13.] Duty can be hard, but performed can give us satisfaction, and performed well can give us pride. It is the sternness with which we perform duties even when our inclination lies elsewhere - as might be the soldier standing firm under fire on the battlefield when his sense of self-preservation urges him to run to safety - which marks the hero from the coward amongst men, and while of course it goes unrecognised and unrewarded amongst us of the weaker sex, your performance of your womanly duties in your father's bed for those years should surely fill you with the pride of the hero rather than the shame I sense from your words that you feel. Yet I believe there is more, for you have not yet uncovered to me the cause of the rift between L. and your father, which I sense lies closer to the heart of this. I am, too, distressed to learn that your father's use of your body continues after his marriage [John Gidding married Sarah Alice Flatman at Forncett St. Peter's on 20th March 1793] for with a wife to satisfy his reproductive urges, he should in all conscience no longer have need of recourse to his daughter. It is, of course, long after time he should have found a husband for you, and while he might perhaps be excused for seeking to retain your services to perform the wifely duties of the household before his remarriage, to continue to do so afterwards when you are free to marry in your own right, argues a great selfishness. If you wish me to write my uncle, not of course with the full story but merely a casual expression of surprise to learn that you are still not away and married, I shall of course be quite happy to. I'm sure a gentle expression of concern as to your position from my uncle would help remind your father of his obligations to you. However, I shall not do so without your consent. Consider me ever your sister Dorothy. Alfoxden, January 3rd. My dearest Emma, I hope my delay in replying to your letter has not distressed you, but I have been away in London for some time with W and C in hope of obtaining a sponsor for W's new play 'The Borderers', - which alas was not to be on this occasion - with Christmas in Bristol. Thus, your letter has only just come to my hand. [A brief and disappointingly superficial description of the London visit.] No, my dear sister, I do not think my comments, and compliments, to you regarding the pride I believe you should feel in the service given to your father in his bed in those years following your mother's death are in any way invalidated by the confession that you enjoyed it. I do concede that my words were intended to console you for something endured rather than eagerly seized upon, but while a duty enjoyed is undoubtedly less onerous than one undertaken reluctantly, I say this should be taken as merely good fortune, which in no way invalidates the underlying worth of its steadfast performance. Yet I sense in your words a suggestion that you should not have enjoyed sexual congress with your father - that the fact it was your father's flesh within you should not have woken in you the feelings and sensations it clearly did. Do you then feel that you should have lain beneath him passively, unfeeling? Do you say that had you felt nothing but the simple motion of his manhood within you just as you might, say, experience a movement of your bowels, the act itself would be in some way different, and less 'guilt' accrue to you therefore? Nay, Emma. This is foolishness. Your body responded in all particulars as a woman's should when preparing itself to receive a man's seed. Your mind, of course, knew the flesh within you and the seed it was depositing there was your father's, but your body did not and could not, for the flesh has no way of recognising such things. Do not, I beg you, feel shame in the blind and natural responses of your body - particularly when it is experiencing the act of sex, which is most central and fundamental to its very existence. This is the path of those who despise the body and reject it, who punish it with scourge and hardship for being no more that what it is, which is the temporary and frail physical shell housing our immortal spirit. In seeking out, yearning for and encouraging your father, your body was merely pursuing the dictates of its nature. With a husband, those desires would be unquestioned, and the rewards of delight eagerly consumed. Circumstances meant it was your father instead, yet where would the purpose be in denying yourself those rewards of delight merely because of those circumstances which were in any case without your control? No. The only immoral joy is that which is obtained at the expense or pain of another. Do not make the delight you experienced in your father's bed an immoral joy because you think that for some reason you should not have experienced it, for you had no choice in the matter. Instead, drink it to the full, for that is what nature intended. I am glad you have at last been full and open with regard to your brothers, for now I believe I can fully comprehend the matter. Also, I believe I understand why you address me of all people about it. Do not, I pray, be concerned that I am offended by the implication that I have a particular experience in this regard, for I freely admit to you that you are correct in your suspicions. I do have such experience. Neither am I concerned that you should even have cause for such suspicions. A woman who chooses to live openly with no-one but her brother invites such suspicions as a matter of course, and I think no worse of you for thinking thus. W and I are fully aware that the locals glance askance at us and wonder if we share a bed. Why should this concern us? Such a thing offends only canon law, and the Church has no jurisdiction over us. Although all know we are brother and sister, for we will not cower under the fraud of a pretend marriage, W and I could join in sexual intercourse in the middle of Bridgwater on market day, and the magistrates would be able to impose no greater penalty upon us than had we been husband and wife committing the same act in public - although I have no doubt the prescribed penalty would be applied to the full in recognition of the extra 'horror' I have no doubt they would claim to have experienced at our 'Breach of the Peace'. [Incest per se did not become a crime under English law until 1908]. Let me then place all that experience at your disposal, in order that it might do what it can to help you resolve your troubles - not only those you have expressed but those I read behind your words. In doing so, I must be fully open and speak to you as woman to woman as well as sister to sister, and while I would unhesitatingly engage in sexual intercourse with W. in Bridgwater Market in full view of the locals without shame were William to ask it of me, I am confident he would never wish to expose me thus and indeed would be distressed if what he is well aware is suspected were to become conclusively known.Thus for W's sake I would ask you to be most discreet with this paper as I can assure you I have been with yours. Like you, I have four brothers. Of them, W. is the only one I have known sexually, apart from children's play. Yet should any of the other three desire me, I would not refuse him. That this has not occurred is largely circumstance. We spent our childhoods and formative years apart, so the opportunity was never there. [When their mother died in 1778, Dorothy was sent to an Aunt in Halifax. On their father's death in 1783, the boys, too, were farmed out to relatives.] W. and I have never openly admitted our relationship to them, but neither have we acted in any way to counter the rumors, so I have no doubt they assume it. They are now engaged upon their own lives with their own affairs, and we see little of them. I have, however, no reason to believe they recoil from or disapprove of us, and their letters to us both are always friendly and warm. Thus, I doubt any of the three have any need of me sexually, yet were they to wish to have intercourse with me for any reason that might seem good to them, or indeed just for the pure pleasure of the act, I would most willingly make myself available. W. and I have discussed the possibility, and he agrees that it would be wrong of me to deny to one brother what I freely give another - without at least good reason, and one good enough has yet to occur to me. Your circumstances, of course, were different, with your brothers beneath the same roof, yet I believe you acted rightly in denying none of them your body. It is quite natural that you should prefer one above the others, and even in an order of four. Although it might be an ideal, your brothers each have their own personalities and character quirks, and no mere human can be expected to love four quite different people in exactly the same measure. The consequences to your family had you granted your body to one or some of your brothers but not all could have been terrible, for envy and jealousy are powerful forces for evil even, or perhaps especially, amongst kindred. To have allowed S. [Stephen] and J. [John] to know you merely in order to maintain harmony amongst your brothers was an act of true charity for which I am sure you reaped immediate rewards from their peaceful co-existence. Yet to your cruel dilemma. I have already stated that I believe your father wrong not only to continuing to use you as a wife now that he has a true one, but instead to stand in the way of your advancement to a marriage which I am sure would not be long in occurring, for I know full well that you caught W's eye during his visits here and he was much attracted to you. [Only one such visit by William is recorded elsewhere, early in 1791 when he was on his way to France, full of enthusiasm for the Revolution still, at that time, in its heady, idealistic days. The horrors of the guillotine and the 'Reign of Terror', which William repudiated, were still to come. Previously, however, William was a student at Cambridge, and although Forncett St. Peter is 50 miles from Cambridge, it stands only a few miles off the Cambridge - Norwich main road, and so was likely within a day's travel by stage-coach. His uncle would have been his 'closest living' relative, and visits there surely quite frequent. One wonders now if Dorothy's choice to accompany her uncle there in 1788 following William's moving to Cambridge the previous year was the pure coincidence it has always seemed!] Your attachment to H. [Henry] is of course quite natural, for he is your eldest brother and I certainly remember him as a strong and handsome man who would make for any woman a fine husband. Yet there lies your problem. The farm is his inheritance and his life, and it is his duty to pass it on to a further generation, for which he will need an acknowledged son. Such a son he cannot have with you, for such a thing could never be kept hidden from the parish. You must free him to marry some good woman in the usual way and so keep the respect he will need when he finally comes into his inheritance and his place in the community. That your father's response upon discovering you with L. was so cruel and violent is telling to me. To be truthful, I am impressed and surprised that you managed to keep the secret of your relations with your brothers for so long, for I had would have assumed your father was fully aware of it but felt unable to 'cast the first stone', as it were. That despite having a wife of his own, your father still feels unable even to share you, even with his sons, suggests to me that he is not be at all willing to give you up, and this does not bode well for your future prospects. Yes, it is open to you to stay, second wife to your father and secret lover to your brothers until such time as they all, all but H that is, have left for homes of their own. Stay to become an old maid, for even after your father's death and the farm passes to H, he will not be unable to acknowledge you openly. You do not say if your step-mother knows or suspects anything of your father's use of you, yet I am sure he does not bed you openly. Such too would have to be the case also once H. has married, and I do not think you could find that tolerable. Even without knowledge of the truth, I am sure H's wife would have suspicions of you which would make for an unhappy household, while if she were to catch you and H in the position in which your father caught you and L. and it became the gossip of the parish, you would surely find life intolerable. No, dear Emma. Though H might have your heart as, in truth, W has mine, I do not see how any future there can lie. You have a choice of two courses, as it seems to me. The first is to become your own woman, free of both father and brothers. I know my uncle well enough to be able to say with confidence that were I to hint at what I know of your father's use of you, he would hold you nothing but a dutiful daughter, free of blame, and would work discreetly and diligently to ensure your father did right by you. The other is to accept L's offer and become to all the world his wife. His proposed move to India certainly offers a good prospect of such a harmless deception having every success. If you choose the first course, I urge you most strongly never, never to tell the man to whom you eventually cleave of your relationship with your father and brothers. All men look for the woman they choose to commit themselves to, to be both virgin and whore - virgin to all men other and whore for them. If he truly loves you, he might forgive you not being virgin when you meet if you can spin some tale of true love betrayed or thwarted. Perhaps if he is a Percival indeed (and these are rare as unicorns!) he might believe he can accept your father's use of you if he believes it was forced upon your unwilling flesh, yet even then it will be a thorn festering in the back of his mind and freshly irritated each time he places himself where he knows your father has been before. To know that you have been so used by all your brothers also would, I fear, be more than any man could bear. Perhaps for five years, perhaps for ten while love and lust still cloak you in the virgin-martyr's clothes, but for a lifetime? Never. Thus would he in time abandon you for a younger, fresher and 'unstained' mate, and you will ever live in dreadful anticipation of the event. Thus does this course demand a lifetime of deception, and the constant fear of some trivial event or unguarded word leading to its unmasking. Yet I have to say, dear Emma, that to live together as W and I do, openly as brother and sister, is a bold and brazen thing to do and not without its difficulties. First and foremost, of course, is the matter of children. W. and I decided from the first that we wished no children of our union, but making this so is a continual and heavy responsibility upon me. Were we to choose to pass ourselves off as a married couple, and I have no doubt even my uncle would be willing to co-operate in that deception were I to ask it of him, the chance swelling of my belly with W's child despite all my precautions would arouse no scandal compared with the vitriol wagging tongues would spray were it to so swell as we are. More, we can live as we do because we are beholden to no man. Were W. to seek respectable employment, the rumors which swirl around us would inevitably blacken his prospects even were there no truth in them. You must ask yourself if L. is in such a fortunate position. Certainly, if you are content or even desire to have children by L, a pretend, and even an actual blacksmith's, marriage is essential for your and those children's respect in society. You do not touch on this aspect of L's offer in your letter, yet I would say to you do not take too much notice of the tales of old women about the offspring of sibling pairings. I will not deny there is a risk, yet there is a risk in any childbirth, and as, especially in the early months of my life with W, I had to consider the chance of a child occurring despite my care, I did pay much attention to what I heard and even consulted several respected sources. In short, Emma, you and L, as well as what I know of your family, display no congenital defects, and even when they do exist within a family, they seem to have a tendency only to come to the fore in babes after two or three generations of close-kindred coupling. So for my part, I would say that while you should not close your eyes to the risk, there is every possibility that you and your brother in India could have for yourselves a perfectly normal family of healthy children who, with only a little care and necessary deception on your part, need never know anything of their irregular ancestry. W. and I are aided in our brazening by the fact that, as I know you will agree, W.He is a handsome young man with a quick, alert, and entertaining mind, while I, I freely admit, am not one to set a man's pulse racing. Men do not respond to meeting me and learning I am unmarried by embarking upon my seduction, and, in truth, I am long past the age of minding that. I am sure many, upon hearing of our living arrangements, wonder immediately how many beds we use, but later, upon meeting us or upon perhaps thrilling with the chance to breathe those suspicions into the ear of any who have seen us, take the view or are told that I am poor W's burden, the sister no man will have and whom he is obliged to provide a home for, perhaps even to the detriment of his own marriage prospects. That this calumny misses the mark by a mile is even a source of amusement to me. You, on the other hand, are beautiful, and were you to live with your brother as a sister, it would inevitably raise in the minds of many who see you a huge speculation as to how your brother could refrain from at least seeking your bed, even if you denied it to him. Dear Emma, I am conscious of the length this letter is acquiring and hope the size of the resulting packet will not make it awkward for your friend, in whom I trust your confidence well reposes, to smuggle to your hand. Yet I wish to expand a little on the nature of the relationship I do have with W, for it, I must concede, is markedly different from any relationship you could have with L., based, as I am sure it would be, on a genuine fondness for each other and honest physical attraction (may I say healthy lust?) such as forms the foundation of every happy marriage. Fondness, of course, there is between us, as there should be between brother and sister. Yet I must admit I do not seem to respond to the physical attractiveness (or otherwise!) of a man as other women do - perhaps because I know any such response on my part would be futile - and William I know is not physically attracted to me. Nor, as I know some would suggest, do we gain some perverted pleasure from the sex act merely because we are brother and sister, and are therefore engaging in what some would have as conscious 'wickedness' if not downright devilry. What, then, is the basis of our coupling? W. is an exceptional and brilliant man. I believe he will one day (one day soon, I hope) stand proudly in the public eye and intellectual respect alongside Shakespeare and Milton. C., who has already been published to some acclaim ['Poems on Various Subjects', 1796], stands in awe of W and looks on him as an elder brother. [Dorothy was ten months older than Coleridge.] W is a true visionary and philosopher with a poet's mind and an eye that sees more and further than any man's. Yet he is also a man, and a young and lusty one at that, and so is hard driven by that same nature that drove your father to take you into his bed. When W. is not at his desk scribbling the words I later try to order, he is striding over the hills seeking the inspiration of his muse. What wife would be willing to work as I do to relieve him of the mundane distractions of life and look for no affection in return? How could the children she would seek, and rightly expect, from him fit within that life? Yet without a wife (or mistress, with her own demands) where else but with the nearest two hours' travel from our sanctuary, very likely unclean and at a penny a poke we can hardly afford, does a man relieve himself? How much better for a sister to do those things. A sister with no desire for a husband and children of her own but who is content to devote herself to her brother in all things. Yes, in all things - even matters of the flesh and the bed. The stirrings of his loins are a distraction to W., drawing his mind from its lofty contemplations to their base demands. Within me, he silences those stirrings. Oh, do not think us passionless, each a physician treating the other as patient with the cold aloofness of the stone-walled ward. W's manhood within me wakes a woman's thrills such that I at times cry out and at others swoon, and I betimes crush him to my breasts as fiercely as any wife her husband, while W strives mightily to use my soft woman's flesh to fire his hard maleness into those ecstasies of release I cannot begin to imagine, yet can see and feel all too well in his body as his seed floods into me. Thus do I tame the rider that would ride him so wildly, and free him from the harness nature would buckle about him, while gaining in full measure for myself the sweet delights of the flesh many think me sour for want of. Nor just in the bedroom. We walk far together, at times on the nearby beach and at others far into the wild hills. I'm sure you will recognize, dear Emma, that wonderful moment when, our ecstasy spent and nature's demands fulfilled, our bodies can be at peace for a short time and our minds seek the truth of themselves, freed from the tyranny of the body. That moment is the most precious of all to W, for in it he is open to some sublime sense of that presence which interfuses all things - the setting sun, the restless sea, and all that great arch of air that spans the earth beneath the sky and also haunts our minds. [Need I highlight these lines? Did Dorothy inspire William or is this Dorothy inspired by some draft scribbling by William which later found its perfect expression in 'Tintern Abbey'? I fear we shall never know.] How oft within some woody glade, beside the moon-gilded surf or beneath a windswept rocky cairn have I felt W's hand fiercely seize my arm, and I know it is time for me to lift my skirts and petticoats, lay myself on the ground and open myself to him so that he with no preamble may penetrate and within me silence the distracting clamour of his seed as it demands release. And how often have I looked up at him afterwards, sometimes still kneeling between my spread legs with his limp manhood signifying that satiation of his body, and his face looking about him with a glow of dizzy rapture, radiant with the glow of elevated thoughts which I can only wonder at. Yet that look on my brother's face is my own abundant recompense for the damp and angular discomfort of the ground beneath my back, the ants and grass-seeds in my hair, the moist coldness of the free air upon my privates, and the slippery creep of the stuff within me which, alas, must perforce slime down the insides of my legs beneath my petticoats as we walk on despite all I can ever do to plug it in its receptacle. (I sense your alarm, dear Emma, and in truth it alarms me too. Though most often it occurs when we walk in moonlit nights or far from habitation, as though solitude were some essential ingredient in the stew, the risk we will be seen and local speculation confirmed cannot be ignored. Yet it speaks much for the intense need of W. to experience such moments that he is prepared to take that risk despite what I know he fears would be the damage to my reputation - about which I care not a jot - while I console myself with the thought that we have but a short lease on Alfoxted House and, because of our 'furrin'' accents (for such is the lilt of the northern counties heard here in the south), our godless ways (we do not go to church a'Sunday as most here do, tho' with such a headache from overconsumption of the local potent cider that they must barely hear a word of the sermon, and the hymns be as hammers on their skullbones!) and our highly suspect visitors such as John Thelwall [a radical orator central to the movement for parliamentary reform] - I'm sure his name must be tutt-tutted over even in sleepy Norfolk - we are already considered far beyond the pale of civilised company (even for Somerset!)) These precious moments of bliss which follow our copulation are W's opium, and yes, he is addicted to them. Thus, he will often use me two or three times a day, and such has been his anguish at even a short-term withdrawal that I have perforce on occasions had to consent to his taking me even in my menses - a messy business if ever there was, like drawing a rabbit! C. [Coleridge] is well aware of our coupling and it troubles him not, but I will admit to having been annoyed with W. for offering C. the use of me as an alternative to the poppy with which he is experimenting in the quest for that perfect bliss. Between us, dear sister, I will admit that I had no objection - C. is a bluff yet basically kind and honest man, and his marriage was over almost before it had begun - but I was privately infuriated with W. for not having had the common courtesy to have consulted me first! (A confession - Though a delightfully awkward gallant, C. is not in the least attracted to me as man to woman, but in a darkened room can pretend I am as beautiful as Helen herself. And another - you ask in your letter if it was not the mark of a wanton to sometimes arrange for three and even all four of your brothers to take you at the same time. If by "the same time" you mean simultaneously, I beg you, dear sister, tell me how, for I can conceive (an ill word for the circumstances!) of a way to take three men simultaneously, but can think of no easy way to take four! If you mean but in one session, well yes, I say that is wanton. But I will also say that to my mind it is a million times more healthy and enjoyable to be wanton than to have the prim and tightly-laced mind of those rod-backed ladies who populate the pews of every church each Sunday morning. For my part, when I read your letter and having only ever had one man, my W, at a time, I felt a distinct envy, and thrill of curiosity, at the picture you painted. Wholly in consequence thereof I encouraged W and C both to enjoy my favours "at the same time" during the London expedition - as I say, they have taken to each other like long-lost brothers and seemed to have no difficulty whatever in sharing their sister!)Whether I shall ever have the opportunity to earn the full and unqualified title remains to be seen. Alas, I cannot see how, but should the opportunity ever arise, be assured I shall seize it with both hands - or however it is done! I trust I have, in something of a roundabout way, answered your question. To have been able to rise regally from the bed, leaving two handsome, lusty young men lying exhausted and worn-out upon it, was a sweet victory for the female, and to do so from a positive battlefield strewn with defeated combatants would surely justify a veritable Trajan's Column - ha! A suitable image, methinks. Now, as my pen-nib has to plough its furrow on the headland of this sheet, I must draw to a hasty close in the hope my words have been of some assistance to you in your dilemma, dear sister. Yet my team of heart and hand stand ready to plough another ten-acres if the harvest thereof will avail you any. Dorothy. Alfoxden, February 3rd. Dear Emma, Yes, of course. If I can assist you in your flight, you have here a sanctuary. We are but 30 miles from Bristol, and East Indiamen are a frequent sight on our horizon, their white wings spread for those far and exotic lands of silk, spice and elephant. If L desires to wait for you here, or you him, you will be welcome. Yet do not long delay, for already W and C are planning some adventure for the summer, and it is unlikely we will be here long beyond your birthday. I can understand London is more convenient for your flight, and I would not have you risk anything just to visit an old friend, or even a dear sister, across the breadth of England. If force of circumstances blow you here, our door is open to you, and closed to any who would interfere, but if the gale is fair from London, dear sister, seize it. You say you will be at your father's house until Easter, and against that fair London gale I will pen this letter to you as it will likely be the last, for by the time you reach the Indies, even with a fair gale, we shall be gone from here. I will pass such addresses as we have from time to time to G.H. [?. Presumably the go-between through whose hands this correspondence passed.] and should you have occasion to write to her with your eventual address, we might resume our sisterhood. Yet perhaps it would be better still for you to look upon England as it sinks beyond the rail of your ship as Atlantis indeed, sunken in truth beneath the waves with all its baggage, and then turn to face the rising sun into which you sail as a new day with a new life in its train, unencumbered by any history. Your intelligence regarding my uncle's attempt upon you does not surprise me. I did once overhear a conversation between my namesake DC [presumably Dorothy Cookson, her uncle's wife] and my uncle as to whether your father might be 'abusing' you, but their conclusion, in common with any others in the parish who harboured the same thoughts, was that your own happy demeanour and unfeigned devotion to your father mitigated against any such suspicion. I must also say that your identical unfeigned devotion to your brothers acted the other way and confirmed in the minds of many, including I suspect my uncle's and, latterly at least, mine, that the source of your happy demeanour was likely the outcome of this devotion to your brothers being taken to its logical conclusion, but such matters are, of course, seen by all as purely and entirely a matter for parents or guardians to judge and control. I know my uncle would have intervened instantly had you made any appeal to him for assistance against abuse, or indeed had your demeanour called attention to itself and demanded investigation, but as you always seemed so innocent, happy and hearty, I know my uncle was content that your father had matters well in hand and saw no reason to intervene. Yet my uncle is a man, and you are beautiful. That white band around his neck does nothing to block the demands flowing from the clergyman's loins to his brain, although I grant it is supposed to chain him to the obligations of his duty like the watchdog to its kennel, thereby to stop it indulging its nature by mauling its own flock. I am sure he would not have attempted to seduce you had he believed you were an innocent, but at age 21 and with the strong suspicion that you were sexually engaged with your brothers at least, I regret that few men in my uncle's powerful position would have been able to resist the thought of "I wonder if..." and perhaps seek to satisfy that curiosity. I am glad that my uncle did not persist in the face of your refusal, and am grateful to you for not injuring his reputation by shouting of it to the world. In light of that proven discretion, I feel able to reveal to you that my uncle made trial of me also - and did not find me averse. Regarding himself in loco patris to me, he originally undertook to find me a husband - despite my assurances that I wanted no such thing - and took in hand my education with regard to a wife's duties. 'In hand' very well describes it, for he handled me a great deal and had me handle him even more. As I say, I was not averse, for although one's own fingers are the more responsive and subtle, the fingers of another relieve one of much distracting labour in the gratification of the flesh, while I was ever of the opinion that while a man with a sword in his hands has a powerful weapon, a woman with his penis in her hands can wield both man and sword, and is therefore even more powerful! My uncle even made trial of my virginity, but, as with you, did not persist in the face of demure which I am sure he saw through, for no woman can surely have suffered her flows, nor her fertile time, as frequently as I claimed in those days. Certainly the fact I was his sister's daughter did not dampen his ardour nor raise any scruple, but he is not a man to take any woman against her will of that I am sure. In truth, I set little store by virginity, for I can see no point in any woman suffering the agonies of denied desires in order to retain that which only she can ever be certain she has, but, yes, even then, dear sister, I must confess that like some Lady of Camelot I had determined to make of my virginity a gift, and for all my gratitude and devotion to him, it was not a gift I wished to give my uncle. (And, dear sister, to help pass these last few Sundays as you fidget on those unforgiving pews while my uncle lectures on morality from his pulpit, the following tale might ease the discomfort. That self-same pulpit was a place my uncle particularly enjoyed taking me in hand (or I him!) for my education of a quiet evening. It was during one such tutorial that Mrs. D.E. [probably Dora Edwards, churchwarden at St. Peter's from 1775 -1801] entered the nave unexpectedly. Had she seen her vicar with his penis between the lips of his niece (and honorary curate, not to mention Sunday-school teacher!) and being ministered to in that highly unbiblical way, I have no doubt at all that the entire parish would have known of it by sunrise and the whole County when next it set. Fortunately, being on my knees as though meekly at prayer, I was invisible behind the pulpit walls. Aware that my uncle was near to his climax, I determined that it would take too long a while for his manhood to retreat therefrom and return to a sufficiently flexible state to be returned to respectability. Thus, he with commendable composure and only an occasional unsteadiness of the voice addressed Mrs. E. and endeavoured to keep her at the length of the nave with some queries concerning the state of the font, while I used all my skills and 'education' to bring the matter to a neat and successful conclusion. This effected, the usual immediate and often most inconsiderate rapid collapse of my uncle's male member enabled me to feed it back into his breeches and the laces retie, at which he was able to descend from the pulpit to engage Mrs. E in conversation, leaving me kneeling in its shelter desperately swallowing at the tickle in my throat my uncle had left me with and shaking, although whether with fright or laughter I could not have said even then.) Your confession to me of your 'indiscretion' with W. was unnecessary, for I knew of it and harbour no ill-will towards you because of it. Nor can I see any reason why I should, for you are sister, not rival, and W is not my husband despite all that passes between us. I must say, though, that I know of it only because W told me of it some months ago when your first letters arrived. I certainly knew nothing of it at the time. How well I still remember you on those Sunday-school benches, the picture of the modest and innocent young lady blushing at the very mention of Adam's nakedness. Yet even before you seduced my brother, you with your father and your brothers 'under your belt!' were the woman, and I, the strict and omnipotent dispenser of knowledge before the class, was the virgin! And as we walked together down the lanes or shied stones into the village pond and I donned the mantle of elder sister if not mother to pass on warnings about the ways of men... Now I blush to remember of it, and think you could not have helped but secretly pity me my ignorance. You do not say during which visit of his your attempt upon my brother was successful, not that I would imagine it required a siege of any magnitude, but I can assure you that he kept the secret successfully even from me, whom even then was closer to him than any. Had I known, though, at the time, I must confess I would have hated you, sister, for fear that you might make my own attempt upon my brother even more difficult than I expected it to be, if not impossible. Your brothers, to be sure, made no trial of me, which I attributed both to my looks (or lack of them) [According to de Quincey, Dorothy's face was of "Egyptian brown", "rarely, in a woman of English birth, had I seen a more determinate gypsy tan.Her eyes were not soft, as Mrs. Wordsworth's, nor were they fierce or bold; but they were wild and startling, and hurried in their motion. And my bible-barricaded status, for what man would dream of attempting the seduction of a Sunday-school teacher? (Well, perhaps many dream, but who would dare think of embarking upon such a campaign?). I'm sure even my uncle only made such use of me because I was extremely convenient to him, especially during D's pregnancies. What hope did I really have that my handsome brother with his lofty ideals, whom I knew would never consider seducing his own sister even were she as beautiful as Helen, would possibly respond with anything other than appalled disgust and rejection were I to offer myself to him? Had I known at the time that I would have been offering myself in competition to your beauty and sweet femininity, I think I would have given up the attempt even before it was launched. Oh, how close I came to doing that anyway. I adored W and the thought of earning his rejection, the fear that I might disgust him both in myself and in my designs, terrified me. Too, I was not then entirely free of that biblical morality which invests even the thought of brother-sister carnality, let alone its practice, with the promise of hell-fire and brimstone retribution. That you, younger than I and five-times guilty of such 'sin', were able to attend church and Sunday-school with such purity of conscience now fills me with amazement, and if any ignorant words of mine at that time ever caused a shadow to fall on that conscience, I now most humbly beg your forgiveness. Of course, that such joy could ever be considered a sin is, to my mind now, the only sin involved. Yet back to my seduction of my brother, which I hope you will not think amiss if I describe just as one sister might share the events of the surrender of her virginity with another and by doing so relive them, for I have no other sister with whom to share them. Many were the false starts during my brother's visits, those chances missed when alone with him I might have bared my heart (and all the rest of me!) but cowardice prevailed. I watched him as a hawk a mouse for any lingering of his gaze upon my bosom, which at times I fear I thrust at him most shamelessly, and searched the front panel of his breeches for any sign of that stiffness which might betray some thoughts of me he might think secret and hid, to no avail. How oft between those visits did I imagine my uncle's fingers upon my breasts or between my legs were W's and the stiff and throbbing manhood in my hands or mouth my brother's, and so deceive myself that the pleasure I was receiving and giving was ten times the greater because of it. I even once embarked, taking the opportunity to remind W of those times when he, still a boy yet with those first stirrings of curiosity as to the female form and his own response to it, sought to satisfy that curiosity with me as the only girl available to him. [No date or place can be allocated to this. Between 1778 and 1787 Dorothy and her brothers lived with different relations, and it is hard to imagine such adolescent games taking place as late as the latter date, when William was 17 and Dorothy 16. However, the Wordsworth children and their guardians doubtless visited and spent time with each other often during this period.] Yet his response was immediately to color and beg my forgiveness for his abuse of me so fervently that I was completely unable to inform him that I was willing and only too eager for him not only to resume such investigations but avid for him to pursue them to the ultimate. So did I come eventually to my Rubicon. With W bound for France and all the huge and dangerous uncertainties there [in 1791 with the King still living, the possibility that the considerable opposition to the Revolution could unify behind him and plunge France into outright civil war, with neighboring monarchies such as England coming to his assistance with troops, was very real], while I faced a lifetime of old-maidhood in Norfolk. I begged W to take me with him, yet how could he, for he had no living to support himself, let alone a sister as well. Yet in those last days of his visit, he did handle me gently, on the shoulders as a brother should, yet how I thrilled even to that, and kiss me gently and chastely, yet still setting my blood afire. And he promised that, if it came to it, he would do his best to support me and preserve me from an unwanted marriage, and even make a home for me. Yet I knew the home he had in mind - with me spinning unwanted and half-forgotten in the corner by the fire, housemaid to his wife - and that if I accepted it, I would have to live within the expectations it entailed. Which I knew I could not bear. Thus it all came down to one last throw, on his last night in the rectory. I had to risk all and show my true self, and live forever with the consequences. In terror I crept into W's room and, naked, slipped into his bed. He woke to a sister's hands and mouth upon his manhood, a sister's bare breasts pressed against him, a sister's slippery sex seeking him. It seemed to me that my only chance was to wake the man before the brother woke, and my assault was successful for he was within me, my virginity given, before his eyes widened in the frosty starlight and he said my name. Too late by then, of course, and he could no more stop himself from completing the act and impregnating me than water can run uphill. Then did he appreciate the true gift I had for him. Not the mere onceness of my virginity but that bliss I had to offer him any and every time he chose to take it, purchased not with coin or promises or even exchange of love's duties, but on permanent, unlimited, unconstrained offer, free, and easy as breathing. So, dear Emma, were the foundations of my present life laid in that bed that night, and with so much joy. And the moral, the purpose of this story? It is, brave the risks and seize the moment. When I recall how terrified I was when I crept soft-footed along the corridor to my brother's room, how close I came to turning back even as I laid my hand upon the door handle, I shudder now to think of it, for without that mutual commitment, that exchange of crimson virgin blood for snow-white seed (to be poetical - the red-rose and the white?), I never would have known the life and joy I now have. So Emma, when that last day comes, that last moment in which the choice between your father's house and secret bed or a married life in India with your brother still lies before you, remember me creeping a virgin to my brother's room, to leave it in the grey dawn a woman complete, with a brother's commitment to me rather than wife in my very womb. And if you have any last doubts, just ask yourself if you envy me the child of our coupling that night, for if you do, your way will surely become clear. My every wish for your happiness and good fortune will accompany you on that way, your affectionate sister, DW.The "adventure" in the summer of 1798 referred to by Dorothy in her last letter to Emma was a tour by the three friends of the Wye Valley in South Wales from which was born Wordsworth's poem, "Tintern Abbey," perhaps the most beautiful and perfect of all the poetry of the Romantic Movement and well-deserving of its recognized place as one of the finest poems in the English language. No less than the final third of it is an open acknowledgment of his debt to his sister for "another gift, of aspect more sublime: that blessed mood in which the burden of the mystery, in which the heavy and the weary weight of all this unintelligible world, is lightened," and with the fresh insight into the exact nature of his relationship with her gained from her letters to Emma Gidding, these words take on even greater passion, and indeed an eroticism they never had before. The enigmatic allusions in the final paragraph of Dorothy's last letter to Emma are particularly interesting. There has never before been any suggestion that she bore a child to anyone, let alone her brother, even as a hint by the most savage of the detractors of her 'lifestyle.' Moreover, and even though she wrote nothing with the intent that it be published and in fact nothing of hers was published until after her death, there is still nothing anywhere within it to suggest she had a child or yearned for one, living or desired. My own view is that 'brother's commitment within her womb' to which she refers is nothing more than William's commitment to her rather than to taking a wife, while the 'child' of their coupling that night was merely the fully-sexual life together which ensued. Yet the possibility that she did conceive a child by her brother that last night in Forncett St. Peter rectory cannot be totally discounted. With the gift of her virginity given, Dorothy may well, perhaps just as a precaution, have no longer resisted her uncle's advances, and when she knew she was pregnant, attributed it to him. Obviously, the scandal of having made his own niece pregnant while in his care would have been catastrophic for the reputation and career of the Revd. Cookson, and it is not improbable that in those circumstances, Dorothy might well have 'disappeared' from Forncett St. Peter for a few months later in the year, in order to have the baby discreetly 'out of view' and have it adopted - something Emma at least might have been aware of. With this regard, it has always been accepted that while in France, William Wordsworth fathered a child on one Annette Vallon. The child, a girl called Caroline, is said to have been born in December 1792 and thus cannot have been Dorothy's by William if this is correct. In August 1802, William and Dorothy took advantage of the Peace of Amiens to travel to Calais and meet with Annette and Caroline. However, it is slightly odd that after ten years' separation, during most of which William struggled financially to support himself and Dorothy and would have been hard-pressed indeed to support a mistress and child in France, Annette should still have been willing to meet with him and give him access to the child. However, had Dorothy travelled to France to bear a child in 1791, a child what is more for which her uncle took responsibility, it is possible that Annette Vallon was merely a foster or adoptive mother, and the child was financially maintained throughout this period by the Revd. Cookson, with William, in his role as putative father, the 'official' link between the Cookson/Wordsworth families and the child. This would certainly be more likely had the child been born in December 1791, which might indeed be the case with a simple error or confusion arising later as to the date for any number of possibilities. If this is the case, one might wonder why Dorothy and William did not assume responsibility for their child when they became able to - in 1802 if not earlier. However, their uncle might very well have been unhappy at such a prospect, as might Annette Vallon and William's then prospective wife. One can even imagine Dorothy not informing William that the child was, in fact, his. Furthermore, with England actually at war with France for most of this period, it might well have been impossible even if desired. There is a record of another meeting between William, Dorothy, Annette and Caroline as late as 1820, which also included Annette's husband, whom, one might expect, should not have been at all happy for his wife to meet with her early lover and the father of the child he stood "in loco patris" to. In October 1802, William, by now in Dove Cottage with Dorothy, married Mary Hutchinson. Both William and Dorothy had known Mary and her sisters since childhood. She certainly could not have been ignorant of the rumors surrounding them, and as she had lived with William and Dorothy for several months when they were at Racedown, it is hard to imagine she was unaware of what we now know to be the truth of them. Dorothy herself did not attend the wedding, as she was said to have been 'hysterical,' a catch-all medical diagnosis of the time for practically any mental distress of the female and invariably thought to have a sexual origin. However, she seems to have quickly reconciled herself to the change in her status, or perhaps an 'accommodation' was reached between William's wife and sister. William and Mary's first child, John, was born only eight months after the wedding, yet a mere six weeks later, William, Dorothy and Samuel Coleridge left Dove Cottage together for a tour of Scotland, leaving Mary holding the baby! In addition, Dorothy's own 'Grasmere Journal' for this period is generally regarded as containing her finest work. In 1806, one of Mary's sisters joined the household, and in 1808, so did her other one. It was between these two events, in 1807, that Thomas de Quincey stayed at Dove Cottage and later not only comments rather suggestively upon William's having both wife and sister-in-law in his household but also hints that he is sleeping with his own sister. As might be imagined, Dove Cottage is not the cozy two-roomed thatched nook the name suggests but is actually a reasonably substantial house, which is fortunate because, in addition to his wife and collection of female relatives, William's growing fame and recognition as a poet and metaphysical thinker attracted a growing crowd of admirers such as Robert Southey as well as 'hangers-on,' so that it was not unusual for there to be a dozen or more guests at Dove Cottage at any one time. Quite how William managed his ménage à quatre, whether Dorothy ever did get the opportunity to earn the unqualified title of wanton and whether she seized it with both hands if she did, we will probably never know. Dorothy's last years were not happy ones. She suffered physical ailments and increasingly with what would now be termed dementia. Regrettably, some were quick to attribute this to a 'punishment' for her 'lifestyle' (read 'incest') with her brother, and perhaps they were not altogether wrong, for in the increasingly moralistic and straight-laced atmosphere of the Victorian age, her 'bold and brazen' defiance regarding her relationship with her brother must have become ever harder to maintain and a heavier burden as she herself grew more frail. William Wordsworth, by then England's Poet Laureate, died on 23rd April 1850, and Dorothy on January 25th, 1855. It is said that during their lives, they were sometimes to be found lying side by side on the ground, pretending they were in their graves, and this macabre pantomime is now realized as they lie side by side in the graveyard at Grasmere, an arrangement more usual for husband and wife, of course, but surely appropriate for this brother and sister.

Authors/Antioch/To a sister.txt

bobwhite

Vocation Day

'This is never going to end,' I thought as the man at the head of the class--Joe's dad, in fact--continued to describe his wonderful job. Even though it was a month ago, I can remember it like it was yesterday. "... and then, if the margins are high enough to my satisfaction, I'll suggest a client make that particular investment; however, I am bound by certain regulations--both federal and state, mind you--that allow me to give only unbiased, and totally honest, advice. That's how being my particular type of financial advisor works; you can't just pull an Enron anymore and fudge the numbers to your liking! Haha! Anyway, I'll go over each of those particular regulations now, in no particular order...." I sighed, leaned back in my chair, readjusted my bra, and tried to keep my eyes open. Joe's father, who was some kind of accountant or advisor or something, had been droning on for about 20 minutes or so. And, the promise of learning more rules I would never need to know didn't bode well for my mission to stay awake. As he began reciting rules by code, chapter, section, paragraph, and line, though, Mrs. Thatcher decided enough was enough. We had one more parent in the room who had to describe his career, and I don't think she was interested in hearing a bunch of arcane regulations that dealt with Joe's dad's job. The whole idea was that, after hearing all the parents speak, we would be able to choose our career path and start applying to college. Yep. Just from listening to some parents ramble on about the tax codes of New Hampshire, or--my favorite--the OSHA regulations that restrict just how many dead squirrels Rebecca's dad can scrape off the highway per day... and where he can put them... and where he can dispose of them... and how bad the numerous animals smell at various stages of decay. "Well," Mrs. Thatcher started (interrupting Mr. Anchovy), "that was fascinating. And, we'll pass out the literature you brought out for the students so they, too, can understand the exciting field that awaits them if they 'set sail on the wide accountancy,' as you put it" she said while pointing to a large stack of books that were about 4 inches thick each. Joe's dad just said "No problem, ma'am. Glad to help," and sat next to Mrs. Boligraph, my best friend Valerie's very pretty mom, who was some kind of dance instructor. He blushed as he sat next to her; she was really good looking and wearing silk... and even I could notice her nipples poking through a little. Mr. Anchovy was looking at her nipples, too; his stare told me that even though he was married, he wasn't dead.. "And now, we have Mike's father, Mr. Zachary Taylor. I'd introduce your career, but... you left that blank?" she said as a handsome, well-built man stood up. He wore a tight shirt, and his jeans... 'Oh... mmmm, that ass...,' I mused, openly gawking at him like a hooker eyeing a rich, lonely man. I glanced around, and noticed that all of the other girls were also taking in the sight of this unlikely god's amazing physique. It was somehow perfect... not to mention, arousing. "Thanks, Mrs. Thatcher. Can I call you Julie? Thanks. Now, Julie, I think all these kids would like to see... oh wait, I got ahead of myself," the man said, laughing a little. Continuing, he announced, "Hi, kids, I'm Zach. Just call me Zach. Yep, I'm Mike's dad. That's my Hummer you saw in the parking lot, and I'll be getting another hummer before I leave this class!" Everybody was impressed. I, and some of the other girls, even said "oooooooh," although it was not really intentional. It just slipped out. Power is so sexy, especially in a man. Especially this one; he was clearly wealthy and commanded respect. Jenny, a girl next to me, raised her hand. She started asking a question, but all I could notice for a while was the way her tight baby doll shirt hugged the underside of her right breast. Suddenly, I wondered what it would be like to hold it. Her tits were larger than mine, and the one I was staring at looked... 'Sara! Snap the fuck out of it!' my conscious screamed, knocking me out of my small trance. I looked around as Jenny continued to talk, and a lot of other girls--and all the guys--were staring at the same thing I had been staring at. "... so, what do you do?" Jenny said as she finally finished her question. I swear she never uses one word when ten will do just as well. "Glad you asked. Boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen, I am a mind controller. I know what you're thinking: 'And what sort of job is mind controlling,' right? Well, basically, I make money by selling my services to rich people who need me to make someone have an attitude adjustment. A very specific adjustment, sometimes; other times, just a general re-wiring of a person's personality, memories, actions, or whatever. The customer is always right." 'What the fuck did he say?' I thought. 'that's not real. That's... oh, he's playing some joke. I wonder what this is all about... where's the camera...?' "You there, uh, Sara, is it?" he asked, looking at me. I stood up and answered, "Yes." Funny... I don't remember wanting to jump to my feet that fast and answer him. "You don't believe me, do you? You're not alone. Mrs. Thatcher there, who is about to start playing with herself under her skirt, thinks that inviting me here was a mistake. Don't you, Julie?" Julie--I forgot her last name, she was just Julie now, a pretty woman who was about as sexy a teacher as I could ask for--just reached up her skirt and began moving her arm (and, I assume, hand and fingers) around. After a few (apparently!) involuntary grunts, she said, "... yesssss... how are you making... me... oh, do this... ungh!" After that final grunt, she continued to fiddle about--but she slumped back, rolled her eyes to the ceiling, and let out a long moan. "Yep, you just came. I made you play with yourself, and I even sent you a little orgasm. And, I was able to do it all because I'm a controller of minds. Another example: Jenny--yes you, Ms. Ten-Minute-Question--please come to the front of the class and show us your tits. We're all dying to see them." She looked at me, and by the look on her face, she was extremely annoyed to even be a witness to such a request, much less the target. And, she was probably very surprised to find herself walking to the front of the class. There, she took off her top and bra. She looked very scared and about to cry, but he whispered something to her and she relaxed. She even bounced up and down and shook side to side quickly so they'd jiggle. "This is great! Thanks, Zach. I always wanted to do this! I love being naked," she said, taking off the rest of her clothes as if nothing were out of the ordinary. 'Damn, she keeps that shaved!' I thought as my eyes roamed her body, stopping briefly at her crotch. Oddly enough, I had never really looked at a girl as a sexual object. But, that's what Jenny was... something designed just for fucking. Hell, I was straight, and even I wanted some of her. I dragged my eyes away from her snatch, and up over her perfect body. I noticed a strange look on her face; she appeared to be listening to some instruction--even though nobody was talking. Then, she started dancing like a stripper, making two laps around the classroom, and stopping when she was in front of Mrs. Boligraph and Mr. Anchovy. She proceeded to give them quickly alternating lap dance attention, and I saw them start to get undressed. Suddenly, though, it wasn't important enough for me to watch and I looked at Zach again, who was sitting on Julie's chair in front of her desk. Julie, naked from the waist down, was on her knees and.... 'Oh fuck! She's sucking his dick right here in class! Damn... she looks good, and she could teach a class on cocksucking... I wonder if we could get together for some private lessons... and maybe even practice a little pussy licking....' I thought. Then, he looked right at me. "Sara? Do you believe me now?" he asked. Still standing, I said (before I could think of a way to phrase it or even lie), "Yes, Zach." "And, will you--or anyone else here--say a word about it or try to tell any authorities?" What a stupid question. "Of course not, Zach," I said. Everyone else nodded or mumbled in agreement. "Would you do so under other circumstances? Isn't it odd that you would not tell anyone about this, seeing as how it's just so damn unusual?" "Well," I said, "I guess so. But, clearly, telling anyone about this particular situation would be a dumb idea. Can I sit now?" I said, getting nervous.I could hear Jenny's moans, and judging by what Mr. Anchovy was saying and what Jenny and Mrs. Boligraph were moaning and screaming, one of them was getting a cock in the ass while the other ate out the one getting butt-fucked. When I heard a woman scream, I snuck a peek to where the other parents were sitting to see if I was right about the "fucking arrangement." "So, Mrs. Boligraph likes it in the back door... and I bet Jenny's tongue would feel good on my..." "Sure, Sara," Zach said, focusing my attention on him again. "Good girl. Now, sit down," he told me. I sat without hesitation. "Focus, people," he continued. "Some of you might want to know what I can do. Clearly, I can make people do things, and even enjoy them. But, did you know that, because of the way our brains process sensation, I can make people feel certain physical sensations--given almost any stimuli or situation, or even regardless of either?" Mary, the really cute (but really skinny; she needed some cheeseburgers!) redhead who sat behind me, stood and asked a question. "Uh... damn, you're making me strip. Whatever," she began. When she tossed her bra over my shoulder (it landed on my desk), I turned to watch her, and she continued. "Anyway, how can you do that? I mean, let's say you wanted to make me feel like I have a cock in my tight cunt. I know that there doesn't have to be one there, since all physical sensation actually occurs in the brain and not where the stimulation is on the body. But, I'm a virgin and I've never put anything in there--how could you make me feel like I was getting fucked? I doubt you could...." she said in a manner that was both intelligent and uncharacteristically foul-mouthed. Her hands went to her clit, but no further; they just started rubbing... "Good question, Mary," he responded, snapping me again out of a hot daydream. "I know you're a virgin, so I can't just dig into your mind and make you feel what you felt when a cock pounded your cunt. But, because I've played in a lot of women's minds, I can now let you know what you're missing out on by using a mix of the sensations they remember, and giving them to you. Here ya go," he said. A moment later, Mary, who had been right behind me, leaned over her desk and grabbed my shoulders for support. My head snapped forward as her hands landed on my shoulder, and she immediately let out a yell. A few moments later, she was rocking back and forth slightly, and she lifted her head. "Oh fuck! FUCK! Mmmmmm, fuck, oh, faster... yeah, oh, harder... fuck, how is this... mmmmmmmmmm, yeah... oh oh...!" she yelped and moaned. Suddenly, she dug her mouth into my shoulder again and screamed so loud I thought she'd pop a lung. "Fuck, it just keeps going... oh fuck I came, I came, I came! Make it... oh God, it's not stopping! OOOOH! Now there's something on my clitty... fuck! FUCK! Someone licking my nipples!" she screamed, increasingly incoherently, as she now lay the side of her head on my shoulder. I could feel her body thrashing, and it was increasingly getting more hectic as she screamed louder and louder. "Class," Zach began, "She's feeling what it's like to have me fuck her while someone else sucks on her nipples and clit. And this," he added, nodding and winking at the quivering mass of sex that was Mary (and making her squeal a little!), "is the addition of something in her ass. She'll never forget this, and will now feel it any time she has sex... which I'm betting she's planning on doing a lot, seeing as how she will get more enjoyment from even the most pedestrian sex than most people get from the kinkiest sex. Isn't that right, Mary?" Again, Mary came loudly, but this time, just sat back down. I turned around to get a look, and she was sweaty breathing heavily... but apparently relaxing. She breathily moaned, "Yesssssss...." "Good. Julie, please slow down a little and start fingering yourself again." Julie complied, I noticed as I turned back to the front of the class. "Great. Now, here's the main reason for this visit. You see, there was no "Vocation Day" until I planted it in your heads last week when I dropped by... oh yeah, which you don't remember. Nevermind. Anyway, I'd like to let you know that today is Mike's birthday. He's eighteen today." We all stood up and applauded him. Well, everyone except Julie, the other parents (who were all starting to form an orgy in a back corner of the room), and the Mr. Anchovy/Mrs. Boligrapho/Jenny threesome that was already in high gear. "And," Zach said, "he is getting a gift today. It's time for him to learn the family trade. His present is... this school." Mike jumped out of his desk and did a short happy dance. He clearly wanted this. And, when he looked at me, I was happy for him. 'He's also really fuckin' cute,' I thought. 'He'll get laid a lot, and I hope he fucks me more than anyone else....' It was then that I noticed my hands pawing at my ample tits, and working to get my top off. I eventually stood up to untuck my blouse from my skirt, although I don't remember wanting to do that. "Happy birthday, son. You are now in complete control of this school, and I will be watching, as will others. Your powers don't exist outside the school, and all changes you make will only matter here. If you can prove that you can handle this power without drawing undue attention or severely mindfucking people to the point that the 'undue attention' I just mentioned decides that you have to be 'taken care of,' I'll remove that restriction and give you the town." "Thanks dad!" Mike said as I finally got all my clothes off. I looked around, and all the girls were getting naked. In fact, so were the guys... the class was about half male, and the other girls started pairing up anywhere they could in the aisles. But, I still just stood there. Zach went behind Julie's desk, and Julie got in front of him, bent over, and grabbed the front of the desk so she could watch us as she was fucked doggy-style. As Zach started fucking her from behind, he pointed to me and said, "I take it that's Sara?" Mike was blushing, but said, "Yes." It was amazing that he'd be apparently shy; his power--one I already had total faith in--was awesome, and he was the best looking man I'd ever seen. He should have all kinds of confidence. "OK. Sara?" Mike asked, pumping away at my teacher slut. Or was it my slut teacher? "Yesssss?" I playfully teased, pinching my nipples while thinking, 'Oh fuck, just trying to guess which one of them is making me play with my tits is making me even hornier!!' "Mike's in total control of you, in and out of school. He wanted a girlfriend for his birthday as well as mind control powers, and he handpicked you. You'll do whatever he wants, and his control over you is total--in fact, he doesn't even have to speak his commands to you. Anything he does is fine by you because you love him so much," he said. By the time he told me that, I noticed that I was totally a passenger in my own body. I could feel Mike's mind in mine, and he was using my hands to feel every square inch of my body; since I could sense some of his thoughts while he was in me, I knew he wanted to know what I felt like to my own hands. And, I could tell he was getting very aroused as he felt the sensations as my hands and fingers rubbed my now hyper-sensitive pussy. It was like getting fingered by a really cute guy and much more powerful than when I just masturbate. And, no matter how hard I tried, I could not regain control of my hands. That only made it hotter. When my hands brought me to one quick orgasm, I found myself in control enough again to go Mike, kneel down in front of him, and take his cock out of his jeans, stroking the stiffening member to life. I was distracted briefly when Julie screamed; I looked over and Zach was leaning over her body and whispering to her. She smiled and moaned, and he backed up, walked to where his pants were, and got dressed. While his dad walked to the door, Mike went to the chair where his dad had been sitting (it was still in front of my teacher's desk) and sat down, leaving me panting with desire. His prick was pointing straight up, and as I approached, I knew what to do. Facing him, I straddled him, lowered my cunt onto his rod, and started riding him... like all those scenes in those porno movies I could suddenly remember watching. Every touch of his hands or lips on me lit me on fire a little more, and when the warning bell rang (which it did 10 minutes before the end of any class), everybody in the class screamed, grunted, or moaned in ecstasy as they came. Or, at least I assumed they came. I know I did, and so did Mike. As I continued to wiggle on Mike's slowly disappearing erection, I realized that I--and by the looks of things, everyone else--knew it was time to get dressed. Class was almost over. That was four weeks ago. Except for that one class orgy, nothing too out of the ordinary has happened. I mean, obviously, we've won all of our home games, thanks to the serious mistakes of all opposing teams. And, Mike really loves me--he fucks me more times a week than all of the cheerleaders combined. I guess the main thing that I notice as being different is the fact that all the girls here are now really, really horny all school day long--for any kind of sex, even with other girls, which we all can't believe we ever did without.That, and Julie's Cocksucking and Cuntlicking classes have started, although the potential students have to share Julie as a teacher and practice dummy. And, let's just say we girls don't skip the showers at the end of gym anymore, although I can't say we get much cleaner after a good "shower." I've found that a ride on Mary is, by far, the best trip anyone can take in my gym class; she reacts just as Mike's dad said she would. In fact, she's become something of a willing fucktoy, passing herself around to any boy or girl who finds pretty, petite redheads sexy. He made a few other adjustments to school life, but it's mostly about the same as it used to be. I just can't wait for this Friday's formal dance. It's in the school's auditorium, and Mike promises me that it'll be a night that neither of us will forget, even, he keeps reminding me, if everyone else will have trouble remembering it. He even said that he passed his test, and he'll be getting his full powers the day before the dance, although he'll be carefully watched for the first few months. He was so happy he said I can ask for anything I want as a gift, and I've been racking my brain when I'm not busy fucking him or the group of girls he's also fucking. Yesterday, as I pondered what to ask for, I saw Jenny and shouted, "Show me your tits!" She got an annoyed look on her face, dropped her books, and complied. I pinched her nipples a little, and she sighed and rolled her head from side to side. 'A little more of this pinching and she'll be begging to fuck....' I realized, only to remember that we both had class to get to and didn't have time to play. "Please... let me go," Jenny said. Mike made her obey any command to reveal her boobs given to her by anyone at all while at the school, but she still retains all her normal thoughts (plus the standard horniness), so she's quite fun to play with... especially since her tits are just perfect. I smacked her on her ass, thanked her, and she walked away, happy to be able to cover up again but hornier than she had been a moment ago. It was then, watching her sexy ass sway as she walked down the hall, that I decided what to ask for. He shouldn't be the only one with a fuckpuppet.

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bobwhite

Adventures In Accountancy

'Two weeks. It took me this long to find a misappropriation of $1,032.43 for a client whose monthly income is about $300,000 a month.' I sighed in victory. Four years of college and two of grad school had landed me a job as a CPA who could be just handed over for private use to some mysterious client. I had protested the decision that put me in his private study for eight hours a day--but apparently, he pays the firm a lot of money. "Who knew the owner of 'Controllico' was a control freak," I said aloud in a voice dripping with sarcasm. I didn't even know what this company did, but I knew all about its finances. And, after one brief meeting with Mr. Boss Man, I'd be free to... do whatever in the hell it is I do at the office. I went into his office as I had done every day since I'd been assigned to this place. He didn't look at me, but I was used to that. "So, did you find out where the money went?" he asked, sitting in his chair with his back to me. "Yes. It was fairly well-hidden, but it clearly went to... here: Employee 23-469, somebody by the name of Alexandria Robertson. She works in something called 'For Hire Productions,' and she apparently funneled the money out about $50 or so at a time, just skimming from tips. Probably thought nobody'd notice." Still not turning around, but his chair rocking more, he grunted - and stopped rocking. I figured it was a sign of approval. "Thank you very much, Claire. I'll tell your supervisors you're due for a promotion. As a special gift, I've left you a pair of reading glasses. I hear people find them sexy if you want them to." He chuckled at that remark. I picked up my "reward," a pair of reading glasses with purple wire-rimmed frames. I had never even told him I need reading glasses. Packing them into my purse, I left his large house and went back to the office for the afternoon. When I got to the office, I found out that I had a new assistant, Erika. Not only that, but I had a new office--I was now one step closer to partner. Of course, not many women ever make it to that level, much less a closet lesbian like me--but a girl can dream! After a few weeks of my new job, though, I was finding myself paging my assistant more and more--for fewer and fewer good reasons. As I buzzed the intercom that would summon her this time, my mind began to wander. I'd really like to tear into that nubile little thing. To my eyes, her straight black hair came to a point in the middle of her back that led, like an arrow, to her perfect, heart-shaped ass. And, as I knew from staring at it any chance I got, she was wearing a thong today. Oh, how I'd like to slide that over and... "Uh, Claire?" Her voice roused me from my little daydream. Erika was walking towards me, her C-cup breasts jiggling slightly underneath her silk shirt. Every time I saw her, I had to remind myself that she was just one more straight woman I'd never be able to have. "You buzzed?" "I'm staying late tonight, so can you come back to the office around 7?" 'And wear something revealing,' I added in my thoughts. I was feeling bold today, for some reason. I noticed after I was done checking her out that I had put on my new glasses for no apparent reason. "Uh, yeah, sure. It's 5 now, and I have to leave real quick. I'll be back in a couple of hours," she politely chimed. When 7:00 PM rolled around, I was ready for a short break from my after-hours number hashing. Before I could get up, though, my assistant came back in the door--dressed as if she was ready to enjoy a night clubbing. "Oh! Hi, Claire! How do I look?" She set her purse down on the floor near the door and did a little turn for me--I was hoping she'd do it but afraid to ask. She looked damn good. I ran my eyes over her form... she was now wearing a tight, black mini-skirt and a sheer top. 'Does she know the effect she's having on me? Damn, it's like she's teasing me... oooooooh...' She had just bent over to look for something in a low file cabinet, and it exposed just enough of her pink thong to catch my eye. 'I wish she'd shake that ass a little...' And she did. It was so subtle, though, and could have been a coincidence. My imagination started to run a bit since she couldn't see me gawking at her. I built a little scene in my mind, one in which she grabbed the sides of the file cabinet after flipping her skirt up over her hip. I would then go over to her and swat her hard on the ass--but I would leave my hand there, slowly dragging it to one side and pulling the thong to the side in the process. Still living within my fantasy, I turned my back to her and sat on the floor, looking up at her shaven pussy. Gently tugging her down by pulling on the ring in her clit hood, I had her bend her knees slightly to place that pussy right on my mouth. My tongue slipped out and began to flick her clit a little, but I quickly sucked it in and inserted a finger into her at the same time. That elicited a shudder and a little yelp... "Ungh!" Erika grunted, snapping me out of my daydream. Regaining focus, I took a look and was so shocked I couldn't speak--she was bent over and fingering herself! And, she didn't seem to care if anyone was watching. At least, she did not seem concerned enough to stop. "Uh, Erika?" I nervously said. She turned around instantly, licking her lips and locking eyes with me. She took off her top and started playing with her tits next--something that was probably as shocking to her as it was to me! Without knowing it, I started to lower one of my hands to my lap. "Mmmmmmm... I don't know what's... h-happening... to... me... " was all she could get out. She seemed to realize what she was doing, though, and started to back away from me, covering her breasts. My finger had slipped into my slacks, though, and had found my love button. As soon I started to rub it, one of the hands she was covering herself with went right to her groin, and her eyes opened wide, looking straight at me. "I need you right now... I mean... ooooooooh... I have to leave..." She was openly masturbating in front of me. I took my hands away from my crotch and took off my sweater. It was quickly followed by the shirt I had on underneath and my bra. As I took off my pants, though, I noticed she was near the door and desperately fumbling with the doorknob. "I don't think you'll be leaving, Erika," I knowingly stated. She turned around and slid down the door to the floor, two fingers now working her pussy and the other hand covering her face. "No... I need... you... I mean, I have to... leave... ooooohh!" her demeanor changed when I stroked my own clit again. My mind subconsciously made the connections between what I wanted and what was happening--and almost instantly, I knew that I could have what I wanted right here and now. And I wanted Erika. I began to knead my tits--an action mirrored by her free hand. "No, I think you need something else right now, don't you? Where are you going to go dressed in your birthday suit, dear?" I continued to stroke my clit, and each movement of my finger seemed to melt her will a little more. "But... I have to... mmmmmmm, I have to fuck you... no... no... please..." She started crawling over to me, her body forcing her into what her face told me was something she really didn't want to do... although the desire to go along with her body was winning the day. When she got to me, her hands slid up my body, and she looked up--from that angle, she could see everything I had to offer. She wanted it--I could tell by the look on her face. "Please... let me... lick... no... wait..." "Well, I don't think we'll have any of that 'wait' nonsense. Do what you know you have to do. And do it now." "No... I don't... do... girlssss... mmmmmmmmmmm..." was all she got out before I brought my hand back down and started rubbing my clit again. I knew the effect it would have on her--and I was not disappointed. Gasping with a sudden need, and forgetting everything else but that need (and me), she drug me down to the floor. Once there, I spread my legs and let Erika get her first taste of my pussy.Whatever she lacked in pussy-licking experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm! When she took my clit into her mouth and hit my g-spot with her middle and index fingers, it was only a few seconds before I came on her face. And that only made her want more. Apparently, whatever was connecting her arousal to mine would not let her go until I let it happen. This pleased me to no end. "Please make me cum... please! I need to... aahhhhhh... cuuuuuum," she moaned, desperately working her cunt with one hand and using the other to continue to play with me. "Only if you can get me off one more time. Then you have to go--we don't want that husband of yours to get suspicious about your new attitude towards working late, do we?" I was having a tough time talking, and before I could tell her to do so, she turned her body around so she was right beside me, lifted one leg, and placed it on the other side of my head. As she lowered herself to my face, I noticed a small hoop on the hood of her clit. 'How did I know that was there?' I asked myself. I decided I'd figure that out later, though. There was some "work" to be done. Unlike Erika, I'm no amateur when it comes to cunnilingus. After a few minutes, I was working her clit so well that she lost all ability to do anything with her mouth but moan constantly. She used two fingers--one on either side of my clit--to stimulate me, desperately trying to get me off, knowing as I did that she would never get any release if I didn't climax one more time. She needn't have worried. Her actions, while rough and frenzied, were enough to elicit one more powerful orgasm out of me, more powerful than the first. She came at the same time I did, her whole body clenching up (even her vagina clenched around my fingers) and then shaking uncontrollably as she raised her head like a wolf and screamed in sweet release. I continued to climax until I saw stars... and then, nothing. When I got up (an hour later, according to the clock), I was naked and on the floor. The discarded clothes were gone, and I would have thought it was a dream--if I hadn't seen the purse sitting by the door. I quickly got dressed and prepared to go home. I gingerly took off the glasses and put them away for safe keeping--I don't know how, but I knew they had something to do with what I had just done with my assistant. There was no way I was going to lose them. After all, there are at least a dozen women here I'd like to interview for a... position... in my office.

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Bobwhite

Hard Sell IV

'This place looks familiar... wait, this is where Tania and I met,' Katrina idly thought as she walked into the restaurant where she was to meet Ted. It had been a month or so since their last meeting, and she knew she had to meet him here, tonight, at about 8:00 PM. It worried her a little that she wasn't really sure how she knew. But, she did know that Ted could have done a lot more than just take back his girl. That, somehow, put her at ease just enough to trust him; at least, to trust him a little. She still did not like the fact that she had no control over his thoughts. After she was seated, she waited patiently as 8:00 came... and went. By 8:30, she was a little upset--she'd never been stood up before, and it was proving to be irritating. Thankfully, the cute waitress she'd seen wandering the floor came up to her, holding what was undoubtedly a message from Ted. "Are you Katrina Spellacy?" the well-curved waitress asked. Running her eyes over the curves in her blouse caused by her very full breasts, Katrina replied, "Yes. Do you have a message from Ted?" The waitress looked uncomfortable, but not because she was being ogled by the customer. She was never sure how to deliver messages that basically said the person being waited for would be late--the one who was waiting always wanted more information, and she never had it. "Actually, I'm supposed to hand this to you. I didn't read it, but I was told to take you to one of the private dining suites--I guess the guy felt so bad about being late for your date that he paid quite a bit of money to reserve one of the rooms. I can show you to the room, if you like," the waitress politely chimed. Katrina, after reading the note, smiled and raised one of her eyebrows. She folded the note, slipped it into her purse, and simply said (with a mildly creepy smile), "Lead the way, dear. Oh, and what's your name?" "Oh, didn't I tell you before? I'm sorry! It's Jo." 'I wonder if she knows how much he paid for this dining suite,' I thought as I led the guest to the largest of our five secluded dining rooms. I suppose it didn't matter, though, because he was still late. Men! Well, I can't complain--I married a man, after all; but at least he was the kind who never missed a date. But it still gets me that some guys think they can show up when they want to, wine and dine their girl, and if they spent enough, all is forgiven... and sometimes rewarded! 'It's almost enough to make me want to be with a woman instead,' I thought. I didn't know where that thought came from, though. "Here we are. Now, you have a seat, and I'll have the waiters..." I began, stopping suddenly. Somehow, I just couldn't talk. "Actually," the strange woman said, her grin widening, "I was thinking that you and I could... talk. For a while, anyway. You're not busy, are you?" I had a "deer in the headlights" feeling come over me, but that didn't matter--I was, in fact, very busy. "No, I'm not busy at all. Shall I lock the door so we can have some privacy, ma'am?" I said. And that's when the panic hit me--I didn't mean to say anything like that. Before I knew what was happening, though, I found myself walking to the door, locking it, and walking back--coming to a stop in front of this beautiful woman named Katrina. 'Beautiful? Where did that come from? I'm not...' Before I could finish the thought, though, she spoke again--this time, with a voice that seemed to fill my ears with some kind of warmth. "Don't worry about a thing, darling. My, uh, date, as you call him, can't make it for another hour or so. But, he did give me something to occupy my time. Care to guess what it is?" As she spoke, I felt the warmth drip into my brain from my ears... it was like warm oil was being poured over and into my mind, and down my body. Everywhere part of my body it touched tingled. My brain began to buzz with... arousal? Whatever it was, as her liquid voice invaded my head, it drove away my panic... my responsibilities... and my will. She spoke again, as the warm sensation found my nipples and slowly dripped down my back. "Your answer is not necessary; you'll figure it out. I can't help but notice that you're sweating, though. If you want, you can take off that blouse, and your skirt--they look very hot." Of course! My clothes! Why didn't I think of that! My hands--shaking because of the tingling feeling at my nipples (and dripping down my backside, somehow cupping the curve of my ass and finding my pussy)--quickly unbuttoned my blouse. Even after taking it and my skirt off, though, I still felt warm, so I undid my bra and took off my panties--getting slightly embarrassed when I saw her notice the wet spot. Instantly, the warm feeling left--but the tingles remained. "Still uncomfortable?" she said, almost teasingly--there was no way she was behind my sudden hot flash, was there? "N... No, ma'... am..." I stammered. The tingling was getting intense around my nipples and pussy... there was almost a sensation of something moving in and out of me, but it wasn't quite tangible. It was, however, very nice. Hoping she wouldn't mind, I brought my hands up to caress my round tits. When my fingertips found my (almost painfully) hard nipples, though, an electric bolt shot down to my groin, and I doubled over in ecstasy. I hadn't cum, but I definitely struck a nerve... the good kind of nerve! My husband was going to get sooooo lucky tonight... "That may be," she said, as if I was thinking out loud, "but for now, I think you'd better focus on your current predicament." As she spoke, she took off her evening dress. I finally got the strength to stand up again--still holding, massaging, and pinching my breasts and nipples--and that's when I noticed that she was naked, except for a dark violet thong. 'Mmmmm, she shaves..." I thought. That's when I realized what was happening--this woman was somehow making this happen! I had to get out... I had to get home, to my man... "Don't worry about him. He'll never know," she said as she walked over to a chair, swinging her hips and swaying her butt seductively. Sitting down, she went on. "Back to your predicament--didn't you notice your hands were tied behind your back?" Instantly, I felt ropes bind my hands. I looked at my wrists, and there was no rope--but I could feel the rope surrounding them, pulling them behind me, and then locking them together. I tried to speak. "What... why..." was all I got out before I felt a phantom rope going around my ankles. They were drawn and locked together in seconds, flat. I frantically searched for the unseen ropes for what seemed like a eternity--but it really only took a few seconds to realize that they were either invisible, or I was crazy. Her voice drew my gaze in her direction as I felt something surround my neck--not a rope, though; it felt more like a band of leather. "It's a collar," she said, obviously hearing my thoughts on what was around my neck. Then, she held up a an empty fist and announced, "This, my little cuntlicker, is the leash." Now, I've hated that word for as long as I've known it. But, at that moment, the word hit me like a sexual jolt--and I wished, suddenly, that my hands were free to pay attention to my clit. Just as I thought that, though, she spoke again... and I hoped one of the words would be cunt! "Tsk, tsk, tsk, Jo. You're not allowed to touch yourself. You have to depend on me to give you pleasure. And, I won't give you pleasure without some kind on incentive." With that, she flicked her wrist, and my neck felt as if it were tugged sharply forward--the momentum brought me to my knees. Somehow, I maintained my balance and didn't fall face-first onto the floor. Her gaze fell on me, and her deep eyes seemed to fill my whole being with the knowledge of what I needed to do. What I had to do. It was the most important thing I had ever known--and I couldn't believe that I'd lived my whole life not knowing it. 'I must service her. My happiness is her pleasure; without her pleasure, there is no happiness.' 'I am her cuntlicker.' She teasingly asked, "would you like me to let you crawl to me, pet?" "Yes, Mistress. Let your cuntlicker slave come to you so she can lick you." As I said it, the feeling around my ankles faded enough so I could just barely move them around--it was like having my feet tied with bungee cords. And so I walked, on my knees, to my owner. When I was close enough, I dove for her right foot. Kissing and licking it wasn't enough, though; I kissed my way to her toes and gently took them--each of them, one at a time--into my mouth. I sucked them gently, and my tongue gave each one the best massage it could. When I was done (somehow, she let me know I was done without speaking!), I gave her other foot similar treatment. After a few minutes of that, and after getting a few moans out of her (each moan made elicited a tingle deep inside my pussy), I began to lick and kiss my way up her smooth calf.When I passed her knee, I continued towards my reward: the glorious, and probably glistening, center of my universe. It all resided behind a thin patch of purple cloth. I made it to a few inches away when I felt my collar hold me fast. All I could do was look at the damp panel of cotton and breathe in her mesmerizing scent. It was a warm scent, one that had an effect on me that wasn't too different from when I experimented with opium back in college, before I got married--it was simply intoxicating! "Not so fast, slave. You have to take off the only barrier keeping you from true happiness--the only barrier keeping you from pleasuring me. You want to do that, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress," I muttered, too ashamed for not realizing this earlier to meet her eyes. Somehow, looking at her without her permission just seemed... wrong. "Of course you do. You know your only hope of... release... is to please me, don't you," she said, emphasizing the word "release" to make sure I knew it meant both my physical release, and my orgasmic release--my heat had been rising since the first "rope" had circled my wrists! "Yes, Mistress, but your slave's hands are bound. How can this slave remove your panties?" She didn't say a word--she only stood up, and turned around. My gaze followed the backs of her lovely legs all the way up to the crack of her perfect ass--and that's when I saw it. "It," of course, was the "T" of the thong. I scooted up as close as I could, and worked my way--lips first--up her right leg. When I got to the bottom of her derriere, though, I stuck out my tongue and traced a line up--between her cheeks--until I tasted the top of her underwear. It took a few tries, but I was able to grip it in my teeth, and I wrestled it down to her ankles. My new Goddess stepped out of them, kicked the chair aside, and lay on the floor several feet away from me. When she slowly spread her thighs, I got my first glimpse of her perfect cunny. I could not take my eyes from it, but out of the corner of my eye, I did notice her hand--the one holding my invisible leash--whip up. I fell forward a little, and much to my surprise, I caught myself! All of my "ropes" seemed to have disappeared. I initially wondered if I had done something wrong; I quickly began to fear for myself because I knew I would never know pleasure again if she sent me away without pleasing her. Then, I felt a tugging on my neck. I looked at her hands, and they looked like they were pulling on a chain or rope. As they pulled, I was drawn in, foot by foot. It only took a few moments for my mouth to make contact with her pussy. I kissed it as if it were my husband's mouth ('Husband?' I thought, unable to remember much of anything before discovering my new destiny as a cuntlicker--thankfully, the memory faded as quickly as it has appeared), my tongue exploring her wetness timidly at first. As I began to know her curves, folds, and taste, my tongue picked up speed and found a good rhythm with which to lap her. She lifted her spread legs, forming something like a "V" made of exquisite flesh. She let her feet rest on my back, and I suddenly realized that I could use my tongue to actually penetrate her in this position. So, I did. In and out my erect tongue went, my head leaning left to right as it plunged in and out of her crotch. After several minutes of this, I put my tongue in her as far as I could, and held it there. She was panting and moaning now--each sound of ecstasy she made, no matter how minute, was enough to make it feel like someone was sucking my clit. The louder she moaned, the more intense the sensation. Realizing that she would enjoy the sensation much more than I was allowed to, I slid my tongue up and out--and, once my upper lip passed her slightly protruding clit, I closed my mouth around the area and gently sucked it in. She made an animalistic grunt and dug her heels into my back--ooooh, it felt so good! The sensation in my own pussy told me that I was on the right track--so, I teased her clit with my tongue. It moved up to love button and then darted away. It rubbed a circle clockwise around it, and then darted away again. She was almost giggling with pleasure now, her hips gyrating and her body much more animated than before. And, when the sensation in my crotch was almost too much to bear, I figured I should try to push her over the edge. I sucked a little harder on her slit, and rubbed her clitty vigorously with my tongue. I worked it as hard and as fast as I could. And, I didn't stop until I felt her cum all over my face. In fact, I didn't even stop then--my mouth created a plateau of pleasure on which my Mistress hit several climaxes before making me stop. It took her several minutes to recover. At some point, I think she got up and got a drink of water from the table, which must have been set while I was worshiping at the altar between Her legs. I didn't question why--She probably told them not to disturb us. But, those thoughts were unimportant, because I discovered that I was somehow bound again, and blindfolded, too. This time, I was almost completely unable to move. When I wiggled my torso a bit, I did feel a soft rope drag across my clit--if it weren't Her rope, it would have hurt, but the feeling I was experiencing was divine. Suddenly, I could see her standing over me. I felt myself roll over to my back, and my arms and legs were pulled (again, by Her ropes) until I was spread eagle. She looked at me, cocked her head to the side, and my arms were brought down towards my hips. My legs were also moved--my ankles were brought back, and when they almost met my wrists, I once again noticed the now-familiar sensation of invisible rope binding them. My legs were spread, I could barely move, and She brought a finger to within an inch of my clit. "Don't speak," She warned. "Can you feel me?" she asked. I nodded--I really could! There was some kind of raw heat coming off of Her finger, and it had a pulsating energy behind it--I imagined it was in time with Her heartbeat. "I know you can. If you want release, give yourself to me, now. You can continue your life with your husband, but when I need you, I will have you. Don't worry about him, I'm only interested in you. But, you must give yourself to me, completely. You will be mine. Everything that you were, everything that you are, and everything that you will be--the very essence of your being--will belong only to me. What do you say?" Instantly, my memory came back--I was married! And, I was not gay! What the fuck... oh, but Her finger... if it touched me... and Her taste... and Her cunt... I was Her cuntlicker... "My husband would not know?" I meekly whispered, almost delirious with the anguish of being so close to the release that I needed, and having so much to lose at the same time. "Give yourself to me. Nothing else matters." When She told me that, I saw Her arm move a bit more... and when the heat and the pulse grew, I knew that She was closer to me than ever. My cunt almost quivered in anticipation... My internal battle, though, didn't relent. I was married, I had a good husband, he was great in bed--oh, but it never felt like this! To completely surrender myself to Her was going to be the best thing I could ever do... it would feel better than anything else in my life ever had... but my husband... "I'm yours." After I said it, all regret was washed from me by a tidal wave of pleasure so powerful, I felt it wash me towards transcendental bliss. Right before I passed out, my eyes rolled back into my head as I rode the orgasmic wave towards my new life as a slave, ready to serve at Her convenience. That's when I briefly saw a man walk into the room with an amused look on his face. After my eyes closed but before I passed out, I heard him say something about my screaming. I didn't even remember making a sound.

FF mc

Authors/bobwhite/hard_sell_4.txt

Stephanie's Biggest Challenge

'Twas the night before WrestleMania, and Stephanie McMahon was a bit worried. Why? Because she felt bad that she didn't accept Melissa McCarthy's challenge at WrestleMania. Melissa knew it would be a staged match, but she just wanted the chance to put Stephanie in the stinkface and fart all over her, and that's what she was set to do. To get into Stephanie's hotel room, Melissa had to politely ask Hunter (Triple H) for the key and also pay him over $200,000, but it was worth it. Melissa made sure she was to give Stephanie the worst stinkface punishment ever, so she made sure she filled up on extremely gassy foods, and also it was important that she got rope and tape to secure Stephanie in her bed so that she wasn't able to move. Stephanie McMahon relaxed and watched TV and began to get sleepy. She began to doze off to sleep while watching a replay of Monday Night Raw to see if she did well. She fell into a deep sleep and didn't wake up. Stephanie woke up to scratch her arm but realized that she couldn't, and she gasped when she saw Melissa McCarthy in a bright velvet dress, smiling at her. "Do you like my outfit, Steph?" she asked in a teasing way. "What are you doing???!!!! Let me out now!!!" Stephanie yelled at the top of her lungs as she thrashed and kicked, trying to loosen the ties. "Listen, Steph, you didn't want a match tomorrow night, so I'm gonna give you my own match I have designed. If you can stay conscious for 30 minutes, since tomorrow is WrestleMania 30, woohoo, I will let you go safe and sound, and no talking about this. But if you can't, this session lasts longer and you will suffer more!" Melissa declared, but Stephanie didn't want to listen, instead she screamed until Melissa put the tape across her mouth and jumped her fat ass on her chest. Stephanie lost a little bit of air and struggled to breathe under Melissa, who sat full-weight on her chest and smiled. Stephanie flared her nostrils just to get air and breathe, but barely, and it was the only thing to keep her conscious. "There, that's good, just continue to do that so I can do this-" *PRRRRPPPPPPRRROOOOOT!* That was held in so long, and Melissa sighed right after that big fart, and watched the impact of Stephanie, who struggled helplessly to get Melissa off of her but couldn't even budge her as the smell caved in on her and she whimpered miserably through the tape. "Want some more? Huh?" "Mmmmmmnnnnoommmphhh! NNOOOOOOMPHHHH!" Stephanie screamed. "Well, here's more!" Melissa once again turned her body around, almost crushing the ribs of Stephanie, and she lowered her ass right on the tip of Stephanie's nose, then intentionally let out a silent but violent fart, and Stephanie could feel the warm air as it entered her nose and caused her to gag and scream through the tape in anger. This time Stephanie used all of her might and energy to budge Melissa off a little tiny bit, but she was extremely exhausted and gasped for air, so she inhaled through her nose only to get an even deeper whiff of that last fart that soiled the room. Melissa slipped her dress off and then notified Stephanie, "You have 24 minutes left, stay in it, Stephanie!" She teased, then she lowered her ass a little more and blasted a big *SHRRROOOOOMPHHHHHHHT* in her panties, and a little bit of shit splattered in them from the wetness of that fart. Stephanie wrinkled her nose and closed her eyes to try to tolerate it, but it was way too rank to ignore. Melissa bounced her ass on her face, then took her panties off and rubbed them all over Stephanie's face at the 20-minute mark. "NNNNNNNNNNMPPPPHHHHHH!" Stephanie yelled violently through the tape as she suffered to smell the shit-covered undergarment. Melissa raised her leg in her face and let a big puff of fart gas travel fast to her face and leave her fading. Stephanie's head spun from the power, and then she realized Melissa was about to do it again, so she turned her face, allowing her nostrils to face another way, but that way. Before Melissa exploded her gas, she noticed and held Stephanie's head easily and then let it all out. *PROOOOOOOOOMPPPPHHHHHHT!* The gas expelled and went straight to Stephanie's nostrils and into her lungs, forcing her to choke and gag as her nose began to turn red. Melissa laughed and erupted an even bigger fart straight up her nose to force her to pass out with 14 minutes remaining. Stephanie woke up still in the position she was previously, and Melissa stood over her. "You lose, Stephanie McMahon. Now it's time for complete torture." Melissa said, followed by her smothering Steph with her big feet. She shoved Stephanie's nose in between her disgusting feet filled with dirt and forced her to smell them. Melissa crouched down and came all over her face and then pissed on her face. "Oops...a little more than cum..." Melissa giggled as she held Stephanie's nose and forced her to hold her breath for about 40 seconds, then as soon as she let go, she turned her ass to her face and-*VROOOMPFFFFT!* Stephanie yelled through the tape, and Melissa slapped her several times, then she began to pinch Stephanie's nipples through her sleepwear. Melissa thought of quick torturous things for a moment, then stood up and dropped her ass on Stephanie's face and stayed there for a while, then stood up to see Stephanie, who looked half-alive and barely moving. She rubbed her pussy all over Steph's fuckable nose and came in it a little. Steph could do nothing about this brutal punishment, all she could do was fight to survive and live to see another day, which, Melissa knew she would, she was having fun. Now Melissa decided to make her pass out once more by blasting 5 straight farts right up her nose, then completely smothering her with her huge ass and not letting off. Stephanie woke up the next day, half-tied, and felt like complete crap as the room smelled of crap, and she found shit in her bed and pussy juices. The maid wasn't cleaning any of that up.

Authors/StinkFartFetish/Stephanie's biggest Challenge.txt

Silvio Stoker

Take Care (Mg ped)

'Hi... how are you?' It was December, but Karen would still go out, dressed in a cheap parka, fake wolf fur around the ill-fitting hood, threadbare cords, red rubber boots. She would walk up and down the alley, or play in the vacant lot when it snowed. He took her picture when she returned, and sometimes he ran out the door so that he might pass her on the stairs. Joel had been practicing for weeks. "Hi, how are you?" His voice shook. Karen Weeden was born under a bad star, but the child was so different from her parents, and later from the men her mother took as lovers, that Joel sometimes thought of Karen as having fallen from some far-fetched heaven, or as having been sired upon the slutty parent by some cosmic mistake, by some handsome wayward deity who had suffered a momentary lapse of taste in selecting an earthly womb. Joel Brown lived below the Weedens on the third floor of the dilapidated four-story building, his apartment level with the El. The trains no longer disturbed him, but the Weedens did. He didn't complain about their violence, being meek, but he was often awakened by Sheila's screams and Karen's father's besotted voice, the sound of fists and slams, thuds, moans and miserable wails. That Karen did not lose her soul was probably due to her father's death when the child was four, and for a couple of years after his demise the Weedens' apartment was comparatively calm. Sheila, a curvaceous creature with silicone implants and frizzy hair of an indeterminate hue, came home with a different man every month or so. Some stayed a week or two, others days, a few until she found the next one and drove the previous catch away. Once the woman even tried to seduce Joel, drunk, in the stairwell, and stopped speaking to him for a time when her mild-mannered neighbor fled in disgust. Karen was seven when Joel Brown started to stare. He was usually excited by older girls, nine or ten, eleven and even twelve if they weren't yet in bud. A morose and even an ugly man of forty-six, with an unkempt beard the same bricky color of his thin and oily hair, Joel would often go to the lake to ogle prepubescent girls, terrified that they would notice his furtive gaze and laugh at him. One afternoon at the mall, a gaggle of pretty young teenage girls had noticed Joel's piercing stare, and the eldest of them had pointed at the hideous man who so obviously dared to lust after them. They had tittered and jeered, and Joel had run away to consider suicide, cowering in his apartment for weeks afterward, ordering pizzas and beer and dying of shame. Such accidents happened less frequently with girls who weren't yet in puberty, who were less likely to know what dirty thoughts lurked behind his surreptitious but intense gaze, and perhaps that was why he had lowered his sights to ten-year-olds. He could see Karen from his window, without her seeing him if he stayed in the shadows, half hidden by the heavy curtains. She would often play in the courtyard, sometimes alone, sometimes with the two other girls who lived in the building or the Billington boy from across the way. Several times he saw the seven-year-old's feet, and in late spring she began to wear tights, dirty white things that reminded him of long underwear, the outline of her little crack perfectly clear. Sloe-eyed, with skin the hue of semen and thick sable hair down to the small of her back, a slightly upturned little nose and an obstinate mouth, the poor child fascinated and obsessed him. He bought a camera with a telephoto lens, struggling with the need to jerk off as he satisfied his desire to immortalize Karen's innocent but already strangely pathetic poses. She seemed more vulnerable than other children, dreamier, dangerously fragile... fragile, and yet not, as if she were somehow unbreakable; she was defiant, too, sometimes seeming to possess a trace of the spiteful, and she seemed older than the other girls her age, serious, now and then almost like a little lady, self-possessed. Self-taught, Joel learned to develop black and white pictures - it was rare for the old dog to learn anything, but he was too scared to turn in the films at Walgreen's - and soon he had hundreds of photographs of young Karen Weeden, close-ups of her skinny butt, of bare alabaster skin where her T-shirt had ridden up her slender waist, of her delicate hands and dainty feet, of her playing with the Billingtons' dog, naïvely lying on her back as if she were doing something nasty, the black lab between her skinny thighs. Karen's toilet training had gone awry. She was scared of the dark, and her father hadn't replaced the fluorescent tube in the bathroom for months. The child had held her poop in, and he'd spanked her after her accidents, taking her across his knee while sitting on the pot. When she started trying to be good, her poop had splashed her with cold toilet water. She hated the cold and the dark, and the bathroom was a terrifying place where her daddy had hurt her. She was six when her mommy started to punish her. It didn't happen a lot, because Karen hid her soiled underwear, but when Sheila caught her she had dragged her to the bathroom and beat her, rubbing the filthy panty in her daughter's face. Karen kept going in her pants, wearing no underwear when there wasn't any, and one night, when she went in bed, her mother stuck a thick pencil in Karen's poophole, slapping her between the legs until she went pee. By the time she started kindergarten, Karen had learned to wash her panties and hold it in for a really long time. It hurt when she went poop, but her accidents were rarer. It was autumn when Joel saw her mess her tights. She was seven and a half, her mysterious eyes like molasses. Joel watched her playing with a girl named Sharon, a first-grader who had become a kind of tomboy, and the Billington boy. The courtyard was otherwise desolate, and his photographs were getting better, her fabulous body almost mystical against the burnt-out grass and boarded-up windows of the slum. He regretted the angle, desperate for pictures of her ethereal face. Another girl, Teresa, joined them. They were pretending to cook something, putting mud and pebbles in a broken kettle, when Karen began to back away towards the other side of the building, which he liked because it let him catch her face. She had a strange expression, straining, her little body utterly tense. He saw her pale skin turn scarlet, her nostrils flared. Suddenly she seemed to be in orgasm. Karen closed her eyes and grimaced as a huge turd squeezed through her spastic anus. She staggered away, going in a circle around her playmates, her hand behind her back, and Joel realized what had happened. Some feces had slid down her leg as she cupped her little butt, and the sepia wetness had seeped into her tights. "Potty pants! Potty pants!" Sharon began the chant. "Potty pants, potty pants!" The others joined in. Joel put down his camera, trembling. He heard the girl climbing the stairs, passing his apartment door, and then he heard her wail as Sheila caught her by the arm and dragged her into her horrible home. Karen's screams thundered in his head. It was like when he'd been laughed at on the beach, staring at a pretty thirteen-year-old. He imagined rescuing Karen, running away with her to some wild place where no one could ever hurt them. He covered his ears as Sheila beat her daughter. The man who lived across from the Weedens was deaf, and the apartment across from Joel's had been empty since a kitchen fire. No one would help Karen. He cried, listening to her punishment. He would never punish her. He would worship her and make her happy. Joel began to jerk off as the noises died down. After that, Karen didn't play with Teresa and Sharon anymore. They teased her whenever she went into the courtyard, and the seven-year-old would wince and walk away. A week later, Joel put his camera in a shoulder bag and followed her. He couldn't stand to be without her, masturbating to his latest series, staring at the eerie expression she'd had when the accident happened. She went into the alley along the El tracks. He walked past her, trying to act casual, and saw her slip through a fence that surrounded a vacant lot. Joel went around from the other side. The overgrown lot was behind an abandoned dry cleaner's, and the graffiti-covered fence there had fallen in several places. The building was gutted, and Joel climbed inside, stepping through the shambles towards the gaping hole that had been the back door. He was scared. She had never seen him taking pictures. Karen would recognize him, though. Joel stepped through the opening, saw her, and hid behind the portal. His little love was playing in a mud puddle, alone. He peered at her with one eye, hiding in the shadows. She didn't see him, and he grew bolder. The child was fifty feet away, near the fence she had crept through.He watched her play, then played with himself. She looked so lonely, squatting barefoot by the muddy water. Joel ejaculated, then took more pictures. She never looked up, lost in her own world, talking to herself. Some days there were teenagers in the gutted building, and he couldn't go in. Karen could hear them, too, and would peer through the gap in the fence, frightened. Joel was scared, too, scared that something would happen to her. Other days, Karen would go to the playground on Sheridan Road, keeping away from other kids. Her mother didn't seem to supervise her in any way. Mrs. Billington, who lived across the courtyard, would drive Karen home from kindergarten, where her son was in second grade. Joel tried to pass his beloved in the stairwell, his heart beating hard when he came close to her. She usually avoided his gaze, but he was near enough to smell her, to see her soft white skin. He found the guts to say hi, and the child looked at him, nervous. He could hear her 'hi' even in his sleep, and in November, he recorded it, 'hi,' playing it over and over as he studied her pictures, finally making a loop of the tape. 'Hi... how are you?' It was December, but Karen would still go out, dressed in a cheap parka, fake wolf fur around the ill-fitting hood, threadbare cords, red rubber boots. She would walk up and down the alley, or play in the vacant lot when it snowed. He took her picture when she returned, and sometimes he ran out the door so that he might pass her on the stairs. Joel had been practicing for weeks. "Hi, how are you?" His voice shook. "Fine, thank you... how are you?" "I'm fine..." He wanted to say something more, but his voice caught in his throat as she paused, three steps below him, then hurried past. One day while she was at school, Joel took bricks from the floor of the abandoned dry cleaner's and filled most of the gap. He was terrified of getting caught when he took pictures of her or jacked off. Once he almost was, a couple of teenagers coming in while he watched Karen make angels in the snow. There were two rooms, though, and he slipped out the side door, also a hole. The vacant lot was between two brick apartment buildings, but neither had windows on that side - there must have been another building between them, long ago. "Fine, how are you?" "I'm fine, Karen." He said her name for the first time, a week before Christmas. He'd heard it so often when she had playmates. Joel was worried that she would wonder how he knew her name, but she didn't. During Christmas break, she spent most of her time outside, even though she was obviously cold. He would go to the dry cleaner's as soon as he saw her leave, almost safe behind the bricks. He didn't care that her body was hidden in winter clothes because sometimes he could get her face. Then some other, older kids started to play in the vacant lot, and Karen didn't go there anymore. She went to the playground for a few days, but the children there picked on her, and Joel had to follow her to find out where she was going. Sheila had invited a drunk to live with her, a lean ex-con with lupine eyes, and Joel saw him touching Karen. It frightened him. The man - he had heard Sheila call him Bill - would hold her little hand sometimes, walking through the courtyard, and Joel could tell that Karen didn't like it. Maybe it was because she didn't like any of the men her mother slept with, but Karen seemed strange with, even stranger than she had been before. Joel imagined Bill doing terrible things to the child and considered calling the police. Sometimes he crept up the stairs to listen at the Weedens' door, but it was hard to hear anything except the occasional fight between Bill and Sheila. One afternoon Joel took pictures of her coming through the courtyard with Bill, later making a montage - getting rid of her surrogate father and putting himself in his place - and Karen Weeden looked up at his window. Karen saw the camera. Joel froze, but she didn't look upset and didn't say anything to the drunken creep whose hand she held. She didn't smile, but when he blew up her upturned face, he could read - or it seemed that he could read - a timid interest or even subtle invitation in her eyes, the distance between her and her mother's boyfriend taken up by a tension he thought he could see even in the grainy picture. Karen had started going to the library. When it was closed, she wandered through alleys and along the El, but when the library was open, the child would go to the children's room and read. Joel felt uncomfortable about going in there, sitting in the reference section instead, sometimes able to glimpse her through the glass doors, sitting on the pillows on the floor, reading Dr. Seuss. He thought about pretending that he had a daughter or son, but was afraid that Karen would wonder what he was doing there. She seemed so aware of everything around her, even as she seemed to inhabit a crystal ball, afraid of anything that came close to her... except him. She wasn't afraid of him, was she? She even made eye contact sometimes, on the stairs, awarding him a weak, forced smile. Her little mouth was coralline, the lower lip nearly twice as thick as the upper, often chapped in the severe weather that swept over the squalid community without surcease, blanketing the broken sidewalks in snow that soon turned the color of Karen's excrement. "Hi, Karen! How are you doing?" He had slipped out of the library after her. It was dusk. She must have had to be home for dinner. "Hi," she answered, unsmiling. "I'm fine, thank you... how are you?" "Very well, thank you... are you... walking home?" "Yes," she said. "It's almost dinnertime." She was an exceptional child, her voice the opposite of her vile mother's, and Joel almost swooned. "So am I... my name's Joel," he said. "Joel Brown... you visit the library often, don't you?" He was deathly afraid of frightening her. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Brown," she said, and took off her little red mitten to shake hands with him, shyly staring at the snowy path to Sheridan. Joel almost came in his pants, taking her hand, still warm from the library. Did they teach them this at school? He couldn't imagine Sheila Weeden shaking anything except her tail. The kid wasn't even eight years old! "I like... Dr. Seuss," she said, then fell silent, looking down at her rubber boots. "Shall we walk together?" Joel hardly ever talked to anyone. He had a small inheritance from his father and had been a hermit since his mother died, leaving him her insurance money. "Okay," she said, looking away, and they went up the path to the busy street. He was too excited to say anything, and she was a quiet girl. "Well, have a nice dinner then," he finally said, opening the door for her. "Thank you... you too!" She ran up the stairs, flushed. Joel jerked off into the night, remembering her touch, not even taking out the pictures. He restrained himself from following her the next day, careful, and didn't even run out into the stairwell when she returned. The day after that, though, he caught her on the stairs again. "Hi, Mr. Brown... how are you?" He looped the tape. /'I'm fine, Karen... how are you?' Over and over again: 'I'm fine, too... have a nice evening.' In January, he intercepted her at the library twice. Bill had become a permanent fixture, and Karen seemed sadder. Joel saw them together every day, and the drunk had started picking her up at school. Joel hated him. He listened at the Weedens' door and was almost caught. He heard nothing. Karen and Joel didn't talk until February. He 'ran into her' on Sheridan, anticipating her dinnertime return, and asked her how old she was. "I'm going to be eight... next month." He longed to touched her, and wished she would shake hands with him again. He got his big break soon after Karen's birthday. He had left the reference room to use the drinking fountain and peek into the children's section when he saw the sign asking for volunteers. 'Friends of the Library.' Joel trimmed his beard, got new glasses, and presented himself to Mrs. Tillinghast. She recognized him, the nervous man who read the Britannica and different almanacs, but had never paid attention to Joel. Mrs. Tillinghast was delighted by his signing up, and soon Joel was shelving books and performing other menial tasks, sometimes in the children's room. Karen grew prettier with each passing day. She was comfortable at the library, as if her bubble was bigger there, and sometimes seemed like a girl of nine or even ten as the gossamer of self-possession slowly veiled her delicate face. He greeted her when he worked there, the eight-year-old arriving in the afternoon to lie on the brightly colored pillows and read, the books becoming more difficult, taking off her rubber boots and looking around before she settled in, her socks often wet because the snow was deep, sometimes with holes at the heel or toes, outgrowing her cords, her ankles visible if the socks were short. She sucked her thumb sometimes, blushing when he saw her, and now and then he could tell that she was constipated, her movements tense, her dark eyes nervous as she turned on her belly and clenched her little butt, Karen's slender stomach obviously slightly bigger even under her sweaters, most of them too tight. The seat of her tight corduroys was often worn, and sometimes her sweater would ride up, an inch of her pale back unveiled under the hem of her undershirt. She would squirm obscenely, then look around to see if anyone was looking, furtive, as if she were writhing in a dirty fog. It rained a lot in April and was unseasonably cold. She wore a yellow slicker and sometimes went to the vacant lot when the library was closed, the other kids having found another place to play.Karen would stand by the fence or walk in circles, killing time. One Monday afternoon when it was pouring, Karen took shelter in the gutted building, and Joel was trapped. He hid in the shadows of the other room, then heard her grunt. He didn't dare move because the floor was littered with glass, nails, and other detritus. He rubbed himself through his pants, then heard her leave. Joel saw her yellow slicker slipping through the fence and found her feces. The long turd was the hue of Karen's eyes, steaming in the cool air. It was as thick as kielbasa and as long as the girl's forearm, curled in the shape of a croissant, narrowing at one end, the other darker, like a drawing of a storm cloud. It stank as if she had eaten fish, and around it were dirty Kleenex she had used to clean herself. He lifted one and studied her snot, then sniffed the streak of feces, jerking off. Joel tasted the turd and took pictures of it, fixing his pants and fleeing when he heard someone step into the other room. Her waste was bitter, like nutmeg and rot, but he felt as though he had been there, almost a part of her. He went home and developed the pictures, shaking. Joel went back to look at it the next day, greenish-gold beetles crawling along the drying excrement. He thought sadly of how she would age, perhaps to become like her mother. But she couldn't. He knew she wouldn't. He wanted her suspended in time, hovering above the surrounding squalor like a little angel, his angel, immune to the vagaries of desire... immune, yet responding to his, his desire was different, wasn't it, he would protect her, he would keep her from the filthy earth, teach her how different she was, his, he would hold her so that her soft feet would never have to touch the ground, sweep her away... Then he went to the library, staring at her as he shelved some books, then greeting her, careful not to attract Miss Gibson's attention. The children's librarian had seemed to notice his preoccupation twice before, and Joel had been very frightened, no longer trying to catch Karen when she left. In late May the weather turned nice, and one day, a Saturday, Karen was wearing a dress. It was new, and Joel seethed with jealousy, figuring Bill had bought it for her. It buttoned down to her slender waist, pleated like a skirt below her narrow waist, puce. She wore patent leather shoes open from above the toes and pink socks, and her expression was different, or he thought it was, tinged with a slight conceit, still sad but already more mature. In June there was another argument between Bill and Sheila, and Joel heard the words distinctly through the radiator, even without climbing upstairs: "You leave her alone," Sheila shouted, Karen screaming as if in agony, and the next day Bill carried boxes to a U-Haul. Joel got a bottle of champagne and drank it by himself, staring at the photographs of Karen and her feces. When she wasn't wearing the dress, Karen went to the library in shorts and cut-offs, changing after school, and after school let out she had gone into day care. He followed her often, and once she saw him near the day care center, but she was getting used to seeing him. Karen looked miserable and Joel often saw her crying. He couldn't understand what was wrong now that Bill was gone, but the child often looked tragedy-stricken. Sheila was drinking hard and sometimes spanked her. Joel curled up into a ball when he heard the awful noises, heard her hurt his darling. Still, there was something in Karen's face that even frequent spankings could not explain, unless Joel Brown had developed such a subtle empathy for Karen that he could no longer tell what troubled her, oversensitive, memorizing her every feature until he saw her as clearly at night as he did when he actually gazed upon the troubled girl. Her face was bruised sometimes, once after the argument that had meant the end of the evil Bill. After a neighbor picked her up from day care, Karen would go to the library. In the second week of August, when Joel had been stalking her for more than a year, Miss Gibson asked to speak to him. Terrified and trembling, Joel met his superior after the library closed, ready to run and drown himself in the lake or get a gun and put it in his mouth. She was in her late twenties, pretty despite her efforts to hide her alluring but nervous body and strawberry blond hair, the disturbing intensity of her deep blue eyes softened by the thick rectangular glasses she wore. Mrs. Tillinghast, who donated her time to many of the volunteer program's activities, had been ill a lot lately, Miss Gibson said, and she wondered if Joel would like to read to the children on Saturday afternoons. Joel was in ecstasy. Only five or six kids attended the reading sessions, and Karen was always among them. He had never had the guts to attend, and now he would be near her, not talking to her but her listening to him, looking at him... The first Saturday, she was wearing the dress. Karen sat at a distance from the other children, but in her element she seemed almost stuck up instead of afraid, her skinny white legs shifting on her pillow when her attention drifted, which was rare, her eyes meeting his as he read from _The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe_, Joel trying to divide his looks between all of the listeners. Miss Gibson was there, too, and complimented him afterwards, keeping him from pursuing Karen. The following week Miss Gibson asked him to watch the desk while she did some things in the storeroom. He sat and pretended to read, gazing at Karen. The girl caught him staring, and the next time he looked, she had been looking at him. The eight-year-old had the half-conceited mien that he had seen when she first wore the dress. She was wearing khaki shorts and a loose cotton tank top, light blue, pink ankle socks, and a string around her neck that must have held her house keys. He'd heard her letting herself in when Sheila wasn't home. Her mother sometimes left her alone all night, even. They both looked away, but their eyes met again a minute later, and she held his gaze for the briefest of moments. The child's face flickered with seductiveness for a second, eerily adult, the dark eyes vertiginous, then darting away. Joel felt like he was falling, and he couldn't take his eyes off her, imagining the keys hanging against her washboard chest, the book blocking his view. As if she had divined his thought, Karen turned on her stomach, putting the book she was reading on the pillow before her. She tucked the keys back into her tank top and the loose cotton sank under their weight, away from her chest. Karen was a naughty girl. She glanced up at him, her eyes suffused with shame but coy nonetheless, then pretended to read, fidgeting, rubbing one foot against the other, then slowly clenching her buttocks, aware of his stare, tense. Miss Gibson returned and almost caught him... them; Joel was certain that Karen's movements had been deliberate. She had tucked the keys under the tank top to show him her chest. Her eyes had held whole worlds of horror and desire, like tiny fetishes in aspic. Joel didn't masturbate that night. He was deathly afraid. He had meant to fantasize about her, to make fodder for his fantasies and follow her, photograph her, tape her tiny voice... but he had never imagined actually doing anything to her. When he jerked off he thought about touching her, kissing her naked body, changing her soiled underwear and washing her, Karen nervously touching him, curious, his penis, scared... helping her, teaching her about her beauty and his love for her, about how his penis stiffened because he loved her... Had Bill corrupted her? Anger coursed through him like an acid. He still loved her. He would always love her. He had to get his hands on her. On Saturday there was a severe thunderstorm. The library was almost empty, and only Miss Gibson, Karen, and a second-grader with myriad freckles came to Narnia. Mrs. Tillinghast's husband called as Edmund was lost to delicious evil, a catalpa having fallen on their garage. The reading was interrupted as Miss Gibson agreed to take Mrs. Tillinghast's place in the reference room, and Joel was left alone with Karen and freckle-face. Karen was wearing the dress and her pink socks, and the second-grader didn't pay attention, finally wandering off to look at the Goose Bumps series so popular with television children. Karen and Joel both got nervous, the eight-year-old only a few feet away, sitting Indian-style on an indigo pillow, avoiding his gaze as he continued to read. Joel got a hard-on and held the book so that Karen couldn't see, trying to concentrate, not looking up until he couldn't stand it anymore. The child was hugging her knees, her eyes frightened but her face a parody of female need, almost feral, obviously displaying her crotch. Karen's cotton panty was narrow enough for him to see a hint of rosy skin at the very edge of her vulva, the white cloth printed with little violet bouquets. She crossed her feet, two toes sticking out of a hole in her left sock. Joel couldn't breathe, and neither could she, shivering. Joel looked over at freckle-face, but the second-grader was engrossed in a stupid book. Then he looked back at Karen, who had shifted her legs, crossing them and fixing her dress. She had tears in her eyes when she looked at him again. Joel kept reading, lying down on the bright red pillow beside her as nonchalantly as possible, as if he were tired, leaning on his elbow and turning the page. Karen lay down, too, less than three feet away, facing him, breathing hard. When their eyes met, the eight-year-old seemed relieved that nothing terrible had happened. They understood each other.She knew that he knew that she had done it on purpose, that she was testing him, seeing if he wanted to see. He did. He wanted more than anything to touch her, and struggled to stay in control, his mouth dry. She saw the bulge in the gray tweeds he had bought for these readings, and Joel could smell her fear. Fear, and recognition - she knew what it was. She knew it was for her. Karen twitched as warm urine gushed from her peehole, squeezing her legs together and squinting as her sweet face was suddenly twisted into a terrified grimace, then started to sob. Freckle-face looked up from her book, trying to figure out what was wrong, the man lying by the weird little girl. It was scary, and she hid behind a shelf, hoping her mommy would come. Joel was petrified. He saw what Karen had done, and glimpsed the second-grader disappearing behind the shelf. Karen sat up and tried not to cry, hyperventilating like she had before her mother's boyfriend fingered her pissy hole and played with her botty, whispering dirty things to her and telling her to touch it, rubbing it against her tummy or even her trickle until the salty stuff squirted into her cunny or across her face. He had made her put it in her mouth once while she rubbed it, crying, the mattress soaked with her pee, telling her how pretty she looked. Karen had choked on his come, but then he had made her feel good, playing with her poophole until she wasn't sure if she hated him anymore, hurting, sniffling, his semen running out of her nose, his finger in her botty until it was really warm and she felt like she had the runs, squirming, her face against the soiled bed as her mother's boyfriend frigged her, chewing on the filthy sheet and finally howling as he wiggled the finger and diddled her slit, Karen holding her cheeks apart like he told her to as steamy spasms seemed to sweep up her spine, her sphincter squeezing the finger as Karen felt like it had slid into her tummy, a water moccasin on a spit, and her stomach cramped and he pressed on her clitty until she thought she would pee but got hot and sticky instead, wiggling her butt while he laughed at her and rubbed her cunny, then held her and stuck a pencil in there, hurting her hole. He took it out and put her on her back, then started to put his thing in her trickle. Karen tried to scream, retching, and felt the bulb fill her wet little opening, then push in and out of her until it only hurt when he pushed it against her hymen. She thrashed against the bed, and then there was nothing for a few minutes but pain, her cunny empty, his hands on her calves and ankles. Suddenly she felt something in her poophole, like what squirted out of his thing only cold, and then her botty was burning, only she was drowning, jerking like a little frog, then limp, then drifting back to feel him gripping her ankles and fucking her bottom hole, slowly forcing his cock into her colon, her butt hanging over the edge of the bed, then him going out like a fire, in again, stabbing her, out, in again and out, in and out, deeper and deeper until the pain made her puke, faster and faster until Karen was carried away by an undercurrent of utter agony, breathless, the thing throbbing inside her until it spewed warm semen into her intestine and Karen wailed, arching her back and bucking in ecstasy at the sudden wetness, his thumb on her clitty, her head back and her eyes rolled up toward the roof of the world. The beautiful library swam before her eyes as Karen Weeden felt the urine soak her dress in front of Mr. Brown. She whimpered and stared at nowhere through her bitter tears, the one place where she could breathe now ruined, flooded with her shame. Then the man touched her. She whined and spread her legs, almost delirious, but he wasn't touching her like that - he was putting his tweed jacket between her thighs. Joe was flushed, shaking. He steeled himself, rose, and went to the reference room. Miss Gibson was alone. "Miss Gibson," he said in a low voice. "I'm afraid Karen... one of the listeners... has had an accident." "An accident?" She clutched the edge of Mrs. Tillinghast's desk. "I mean... she wet herself," Joel explained. "She... she seems very embarrassed, and... well, perhaps you could call a taxi and take her home?" "I can't leave the library, Joel! What's wrong with her?" "An accident," he muttered. "Well, then, maybe close the children's section and I'll accompany her... a taxi..." He was terrified that Miss Gibson would think he had caused the accident, that he had done something wrong. He _had_ done something wrong. He felt sick. "I suppose I must," Miss Gibson said. Freckle-face was standing in front of the pillows, staring at Karen as if the miserable girl were a freak of nature. Miss Gibson shied away from Karen, and Joel fumbled with the phone. There were no taxis, the dispatcher said; it was raining hard and the wait would be half an hour at least. "Miss Gibson... maybe I'd best walk her home... the storm, and... and... and there aren't any taxis!" "Yes, do," Miss Gibson said. "But do ask her parents to call me... I'll have to make a report, you understand; the regulations are very particular." Karen stood, holding the jacket in front of her and staring at the floor. He gave her her shoes, touching her shoulder reassuringly, and found her slicker. Karen put on the shoes, sobbing, and he helped her into the yellow raincoat, taking his jacket away. "Goodbye for now, then, Miss Gibson." He was almost as embarrassed as Karen. "See you soon, Joel..." Miss Gibson hesitated. "That was very nice of you, to give her your jacket. Very... chivalrous." He blushed, then led the child from the room. Karen clung to his hand, confused. Mr. Brown was like her kindergarten teacher, Mr. Culling, who'd shouted at her when she sucked her thumb and spread her legs. Mrs. Billington had been late picking her up from school, and Karen had thought that Mr. Culling wanted her to be dirty for him. That was before her mommy brought home Bill, when her mommy was with a man named Ken Scarpelli. Ken showed Karen how to be sexy, but he never touched her, and she liked showing off for him even though he sometimes said nasty things to her. Mr. Culling said nasty things, too, but he didn't want to look at her. Later her mommy caught her showing Ken her cunny and beat her up. Ken went away. She didn't show it to Bill at first, but she always felt weird when she was alone with him. Then he made her strip. Bill called her dirty, but he wanted her to be, or sometimes he did... that was confusing, too, and Karen didn't know what to do. Bill made her play with her trickle and rubbed his thing, asking her if she wanted to touch it. She was scared of it, of him. He showed her pictures of nasty little girls and told her she was just like them. He said her mother would strangle her and put her in the garbage if she found out. She didn't know what strangling was, and he squeezed her throat. She peed herself, and then he took her kitten and strangled it in front of her. He threw it in the garbage and played with Karen. It hurt and she hated it. She hated him. He laughed at her. He kept telling her how sick she was and how he was the only one who knew. Her mommy called her sick sometimes, too, less often now that Karen washed her soiled underwear and didn't have accidents too often. Bill started making her feel good even though he hurt her and she felt awful afterwards. Then Mr. Clampitt found out that Karen was sick. He was the accountant at the day care center, and Amy Clampitt, who was in charge of the younger girls there, was the man's daughter. One day she took Karen to her father's soundproof office. He was really old and smelled like mothballs. Mr. Clampitt locked the door and told Karen to take off her clothes. His daughter watched her, too. Karen tried not to pee, trembling, and he told her that she was beautiful. He asked her who did things to her, but Karen knew she couldn't tell. Bill or her mommy would strangle her. Mr. Clampitt caressed her, then kissed her. Karen had never been kissed. He told her she was very special because most little girls didn't like to have sex. He made her feel good even though Karen knew that sex was sick and wrong. He put a blanket in front of a soft chair and had her kneel and bend over. Then he licked her, her trickle and her botty. She was embarrassed, then went crazy, the pleasure too intense for her until he put his penis in her cunny. He was much smaller than her mommy's boyfriend and sort of soft, but Bill had never tried to put it deep inside. Mr. Clampitt took her from behind, taking her virginity and ejaculating in the child's vagina. It hurt horribly, but even so she felt a strangely pleasurable ache when he seeded her, and even pushed against him to get his semen deeper into her cunny. Karen cupped her buttocks, whimpering, used to her mommy's boyfriend's cock there. Instead, Amy Clampitt licked her, sucking her father's seed from Karen's cunny as Mr. Clampitt took pictures. She had soft hands and played with the eight-year-old's nipples, then caressed her and tongued her back and arms. Karen wiggled her butt as it became too intense for her, and Amy tied her wrists to the chair. Karen let her, trusting Miss Clampitt's young fingers, and gasped when she felt her sore little gash being opened again. It didn't hurt as much the second time, but Karen realized that the penis was a stranger's, that it wasn't Mr. Clampitt's. She couldn't see whose it was, and she was frightened, but Amy kept caressing her, then kissed her and fingered her botty, Mr. Clampitt's camera clicking and whirring, and then the second man squirted into her cunny hole.Amy tongued her slit again, then gave her a deep kiss redolent of sperm, diddling her. The third man was much bigger, but he was careful and Karen's vagina had dilated. Mr. Clampitt and his friends fucked her all afternoon. She wasn't sure how many there were. Sometimes she thought she remembered the feel of one, but she was very sore and the longer they screwed her the less certain she was. She thought it would go on forever, Amy softly stroking Karen's buttocks as cock after cock filled her cunny with come. Then she was alone with Amy Clampitt. The woman took her to the bathroom in her father's office and put ointment on her vagina, then gave her a letter. "Give this to the man who does things to you," Amy said. "Or something terrible will happen." Karen was dazed. Her crotch felt like a wound. She asked Amy what would happen, and Amy made Karen tell her everything about Bill. Then Amy said that if Bill didn't strangle her, Mr. Clampitt would. Karen gave Bill the letter, oblivious to its contents. He went nuts and hurt her, but it didn't feel good. He would have killed her if Sheila hadn't come home early, and the next morning he moved away. Mr. Clampitt and his friends used her once or twice a week. Sometimes there were other girls there, their daughters or a couple of the kids in day care, and Karen learned what she was. At first they were nice to her, at least when she took her clothes off and after they raped her, but then Mr. Clampitt told Karen that her holes weren't pretty anymore. Karen and an eleven-year-old named Nicole were whores who were only used when the Clampitts and their friends molested girls whose holes were too little for the grown-ups' penises. They would pose and beg while the men played with the prettier, younger girls, and Karen stopped crying, repeating what they taught her until it was hard for her to tell whether she wanted to say those things or not, looking into the video camera and talking about how much she needed them. Too young to contemplate suicide, Karen went crazy, and after a few weeks she needed to be hurt. The pain lessened and she sometimes got little orgasms, especially in her botty, and now and then she was left alone with Nicole. The redhead told her secrets. Nicole said that Karen was still pretty, that Mr. Clampitt and his friends were bad men who couldn't love little girls because they hurt them. They didn't like girls who liked sex because they didn't really like sex. Nicole told Karen that her other boyfriends didn't hurt her. They gave her things and made her feel good, they took care of her, they were careful when they needed to make love. Karen Weeden suffered under the weight of these many mysteries, and Nicole's secrets touched a nerve, the sensitive mental membrane in certain prepubescent girls, usually a year or two older than Karen, the tender caul that makes a young girl erotic. Nicole was gorgeous, Karen slowly realized, not just a hole like Mr. Clampitt said she was. She was the kind of kid that needed to be raped at a very early age, a whore-child. Karen wanted to be like her. They made out, too, until Amy Clampitt caught them. The accountant's daughter was a victim. Karen tried not to be a victim, thinking about Nicole's soul when Mr. Clampitt and his friends abused her. The eight-year-old had had a revelation: the Clampitts and the other rapists hated them because they weren't ruined. Remarkably, the child was still alluring, despite her damage. She survived the afternoons in the accountant's office, and by August Karen Weeden was transformed - she had transformed herself - as if her wounds had been repaired with a perverse and precocious femininity. Drunk out of her mind, Sheila didn't notice what had happened to her daughter - or, if she did, she didn't care. When she'd caught Karen with Ken Scarpelli, displaying herself, Sheila had blamed it on her boyfriend. But when she sensed that Bill was having sex with her daughter, she began to blame Karen. Still, fate and poverty conspired against the Clampitts. Unable to pay the bills, Sheila enrolled her daughter in a different day care center at the beginning of August, and Karen Weeden spent her days in a squalid but innocuous building with children who hated her and adults who pitied her as if she were a stray. Karen clutched Mr. Brown's hand. Joel opened his umbrella and led her up the path to Sheridan, almost empty of traffic. The storm was terrible, but Karen wasn't scared. She wasn't scared of very much anymore, or she was permanently scared, scared of everything. In the month that had passed since her mother had taken her away from the Clampitts, Karen had been in constant turmoil. Her young body had recovered somewhat, but she sometimes couldn't concentrate, and her mommy hurt her more when she was without a man. Karen sometimes forgot what she was doing, and she had accidents when Sheila yelled at her, peeing, and then her mommy would put the wet panty in her mouth and whip her. Sometimes it made her trickle wet, and sometimes Karen got excited for no reason, or when grown-ups looked at her, or around certain kids. She loved the library, but she got wet there, too, a lot, especially when she was constipated, and then she couldn't concentrate and read the same sentence over and over. She didn't play with herself, she just ached, and once she came when she went poop in the restroom there. Even so, Karen was a very bright girl, and she was soon reading at a fifth-grade level. She dreaded September, though, when she would begin first grade. The kids from the courtyard picked on her, and she was so full of secrets that she was sometimes afraid she would burst, or be crushed like a doll beneath their terrible weight. She began to notice Mr. Brown's stares when he started to say hi to her in the stairwell, and she wished he would look at her more. He seemed to want to, like the old janitor at the new day care center, only Mr. Brown was different. He worked at the library, and so he was part of her other secret world, the one where nothing hurt and everything ended happily ever after. His eyes weren't like the others', either, soft somehow, even if they were piercing, even if they seemed to be undressing her sometimes. When she said hi to him, Mr. Brown's eyes would stop undressing her, and then she would get confused, wondering if she hadn't been mistaken. Maybe he was like Mr. Culling? But Mr. Brown wouldn't call her a dirty little whore, she decided. He was afraid, like the janitor. Or maybe he didn't really want her? What if he only wanted to look at her, like Ken Scarpelli? She hoped Mr. Brown was like the men Nicole had told her about. She daydreamed about him giving her things and making her feel good. She got carried away, imagining him marrying her mommy and taking care of her when her mommy wasn't looking, only her mommy would happy, too, and they would live in the library with Miss Gibson and lots of cats named after the children in Narnia... Now she had ruined everything. She had struggled not to cry or pee in the accountant's office, imitating Nicole, and half of Karen was a fairy tale... she wanted things to be wonderful even though she couldn't quite imagine what wonderful was, or - when she was really sad - whether she would like it, if it was wonderful, whether wonders were not the same as sleep. Karen had wet herself in Narnia. Mr. Brown had acted like the nice grown-ups at the new center and not like he wanted her at all. She clung to his hand and walked with him, holding back tears as the hard rain beat against his big black umbrella. Her soaked panties were plastered to her bald pubis, the urine irritating her trickle. Karen began to cry, and Mr. Brown put his arm around her shoulder. It made her feel more secure, but it made her feel bad, too; it felt like the grown-ups at the center made her feel, ashamed of her dirty little cunny, the girl's slit still sticky from his stares. Why had he wanted to look at her? Maybe he hadn't? Or maybe she wasn't pretty, like Mr. Clampitt had said? Joel's heart pounded as he put his arm around her, feeling her delicate shoulder through the slicker. She was just like he'd imagined her, devastated, trusting. They needed each other, like father and daughter. Lovers... He ran his fingers through her hair, already damp with rain, then touched her face. Karen held her breath, getting tense like she always did when grown-ups needed to rape her, wet and nightmarish, as if her brains were being used to mop up the slime in her astral body and then wrung out above her bright little mind. It was hard to walk, his fingers brushing her ear, then her neck. They had reached Jarvis, and Joel took the shortcut along the embankment of the El, relieved that she didn't protest. They were alone. Karen bit her lip as her gash got soggy, her botty moist and warm. "You have such pretty hair, Karen," Mr. Brown whispered, his voice hoarse. But he kept walking, his hand on her shoulder again. "Did you like the storytelling today?" "Yeah," she whispered, struggling to stay calm. "Yes, th-thank you." "I like reading to you," he said, clearing his throat. "What are you reading now?" She couldn't remember. "Oz," she lied. They went around the corner to their building and through the courtyard. He took his hand away, and Karen felt abandoned, fighting back tears. He held the door for her and unlocked the inner one. Then they were in the stairwell. "Karen," he said gravely, reaching his floor. "You have to ask your mother to call the library, okay?" "Yes," she said, then started to sob. Suddenly he hugged her.She pulled as urine ran down her leg, clumsily lifting her raincoat and dress to show him her private area, crying. Joel trembled as he saw her bare thighs, Karen standing two steps above him, then embraced her, trying to calm her down. "Ssshhhh, honey," he whispered. "It's okay... is your mommy home, do you think?" "N-no... she..." Karen cupped her genitals through the wet cotton. "F-fuck me," she whimpered. "Fuck me..." "Karen!" He was shaking. "Karen, stop it!" Joel unlocked his apartment door and pushed her in, terrified. What if someone had seen them? The eight-year-old leaned against the old coats hanging in her neighbor's hallway, weeping. Joel picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, then ran water in the tub. He took off her slicker, breathing hard. She saw the bulge in his trousers and shivered. "Karen... why don't you take a bath... and... and hand me your dress through the door, and your... panty, and I'll wash them, and then you can go home and not tell your mommy. Okay?" She nodded, dazed. Joel left the door open a crack and glimpsed her naked body as she handed him the clothes. He staggered to the kitchen and opened the washing machine, then yanked his penis out and masturbated, sniffing her panty, tasting her urine, coming almost instantly, ejaculating into Karen's rumpled dress. Joel couldn't think. He put the clothes in the machine and poured four fingers of whiskey into a tumbler. What could he do? Talk to Sheila? Call Miss Gibson and tell her... what? He decided to do nothing. He drank and transferred her dress to the dryer, her words revolving in his head. 'Fuck me... fuck me...' But the dirty words were not for him! They were... were they what Bill had taught her? What had he done to her?! Joel wanted to kill the lean drunk and slutty Sheila Weeden, to... ... ... How could anyone hurt the girl? How could they? Joel Brown imagined scattering the mean kids who had made fun of her before her, carrying her through the courtyard, his princess... 'F-fuck me...' Where had she learned that word? How did such a word dare enter the shell of her delicate ear? Karen Weeden sat stiffly in the deep water of the claw-foot tub and tried to contemplate the situation. Nicole had taught her to meditate, but Karen rarely got past contemplation. It was hard though, much harder than getting lost in Narnia. She was too young, and what she had to contemplate was too profound. She suffered from a sort of psychological glaucoma, as if she had to tunnel through everything that happened to her, most of it terrible, trying to breathe, to get to the softer soil of sleep. But even there the men would find her, and Karen would wake up screaming, slick with sweat, ghostly hands strangling her, a spectral penis stuck in her little throat. She wet the bed, and sometimes she played with herself until the ghosts went away, stroking her genitals and inserting her finger in her rectum. Karen had only recently begun to be seductive again. She remembered Mr. Culling calling her a whore, and she hadn't tried to show anyone else, not unless they were going to rape her, not until the janitor started staring at her. Nicole had told her that nice men wouldn't want to rape her right away. Something happened though. Karen felt like she would suffocate when she saw the bulge in his pants. She wet herself, waiting for him to punish her, holding the hem of her dress up around her hips, urinating. The black man looked down the hall and said something, but she couldn't hear, as if the tunnel had collapsed, urine trickling down her trembling legs. Someone was coming and the janitor slipped away. Karen dropped her dress and ran to the restroom. Now she had done that in front of Mr. Brown, at the library, and Miss Gibson had seen her, and she could never go to the library again. Karen cried, then let the water out of the tub. She loved the library. She couldn't even think about what she'd said to Mr. Brown. 'Fuck me...' It was what she'd said in the movie with the Clampitts and Nicole, what Nicole said, what all of the girls there said. And Mr. Brown had said 'stop it.' Why did he look at her then? She was scared of her mommy... but Mr. Brown was washing her dress. Maybe her mommy wouldn't find out? She loved the library so much! Joel knocked on the door. She didn't answer, and he opened it a crack, trying not to look at her, putting a towel, her clean dress and panty on the toilet seat. "Here you go," he said. "I'll make some hot cocoa for you, okay?" "Okay," Karen whispered. "Thank you..." Mr. Culling had taught her to be polite, and she liked it, pretending that she was a girl in a book. There was a turn in the tunnel and Karen tried to be good again, climbing out of the tub and drying herself, opening the drain. She loved hot cocoa. Her mommy bought her Nestlé's Quick, but there was almost never any milk. Joel had a second whiskey, making her cocoa - Hershey's, a pinch of salt, sugar... He was very nervous. He had to call Miss Gibson. He was afraid of Miss Gibson. He was afraid of everyone, even of Karen... especially of Karen. The child came in so quietly that he spilled some cocoa, barefoot, holding her breath. She tried not to look at his crotch, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, staring at the floor, her tiny feet white against the linoleum, scuffed avocado, so tense she was scared she would snap, embarrass herself again... Joel pulled out a chair for her and her exaggerated politeness kicked in, she had to pretend - she had to act like she did at the new day care center, sitting down, stiff, his hand so close to her for a second, his groin... she liked make-believe, liked getting lost, it was easier than thinking about getting hurt, about bouncing up and down on a big fat penis, bucking like crazy, trying to get it to ejaculate in her rectum so that it would stop hurting... Karen didn't know what to do with her hands until he handed her the cup of steaming cocoa. "Did you have a nice bath?" Joel avoided looking at her, afraid she would do something inappropriate again. "Yes... thank you, Mr. Brown." "I'm going to call Miss Gibson," he said. Karen clutched the hot cup. "I'll tell her your mom wasn't home... then I'll ask your mom to call her... we'll... I'll make up something, okay?" "Thank you!" Karen felt light-headed. He was being so nice to her, like a man in a storybook, and he was nice to her even though she'd been so bad. She wanted to hug him. No one ever hugged her, and sometimes she even wanted to be raped only because she needed to be held. Mr. Brown called the library. Miss Gibson said that she couldn't file a report until she heard from the parent, but he promised to get a note from Sheila and take it to the library in the morning. Chivalrous. It was only then that he started to consider not returning Karen, just for a second... but Joel couldn't make the leap. He couldn't even make the leap from masturbating in front of the photographs and his visions of her to the actual girl in his kitchen. He had to pretend, too. He pretended that she wasn't really there. "We'll tell your mom that the library was closed because of the storm... she just has to say I brought you home." Joel realized he was asking the child to lie. "I mean... well, it's just a fib," he said, sitting down at the table with his whiskey. "We can tell her... what happened... if you want," Karen said quietly. He was just like the man at the day care center, not the janitor but the ones who always treated her like a pet, a poor pet. He looked at her. Karen was on the verge of tears again. "No," Joel said quickly. "I don't want to... I just... well, I didn't want to ask you to lie." He stared at her long wet hair, at her stubborn yet submissive face, her soft flesh almost translucent, like onionskin, her dark eyes suffused with dread, her lips parted, then at her feet, hardly longer than his hands from their rosy heels to the longest toes, slender, the muscles of her legs taut, her thighs as thin as his upper arms... "You're so beautiful, Karen," he whispered. No one had ever said that to her. Karen blushed, confused. "Th-thank you." "What time do you think your mom will be home?" "I don't know..." She sipped her cocoa as it cooled. "Will you... will you come upstairs with me, when she does... please?" "Sure... should I make some dinner maybe? Or order a pizza?" "Yeah!" She brightened suddenly, almost overexcited. "Would you?" "What do you like?" "Mushrooms... and pepperoni!" Joel called a place he liked on Howard Street and considered asking her to the living room. The kitchen seemed safer somehow... the living room had a sofa... He poured another whiskey, then changed his mind and took a beer from the refrigerator. "I guess school will be starting soon," he said, pouring the Rolling Rock into a glass, though he usually drank from the bottle. "Yes," Karen answered sadly. "Do you like school?" What could he talk about other than her beauty? "Not really," she said, avoiding his gaze. "Maybe it'll be better... I'm going to be in first grade." "Oh? I thought you'd be in second by now... and you read such difficult books." She stiffened."What's wrong, Karen?" "I... I can't go there now," she said, her lower lip trembling, fighting back tears. "Of course you can! Everyone has... accidents, Karen. No one will even remember. I'll be very disappointed if you don't come to my storytelling hour... you're my favorite listener!" They talked about Narnia, and she relaxed a little. Joel didn't. He yearned to take her into his arms, awed by her every gesture, by her eyes sparkling at last through her sadness, by her smell... the pizza came, overwhelming her delicate odor, and he hardly ate, watching her, her mouth. She was ravenous and had eaten four slices when they heard her mother return. "I guess I have to go," she said, dimming. "Yeah... get your shoes... I guess... I guess you can leave your socks here? I'll wash them for you, and maybe... you could come over tomorrow?" "Yes!" She almost hugged him, but was scared to. They went upstairs, her going first. Sheila was smashed and glared at Joel when she opened the door, remembering his rejection, so long ago. "Mrs. Weeden... your daughter... the library closed, after the electricity went out. I... we'll need a note, saying she's safe." "Oh." She went and got a pen and paper, shoving Karen in front of her, then leaning against the door. "Who's we?" "The library... I work there. I'm a volunteer." "Who do I write it to?" "Miss Gibson... the children's librarian." "Okay." She scrawled a thank you and handed it to him. "Thanks for taking care of her... did she give you any problems?" "No! Not at all! She's... she's very nice." "Yeah, right." He said bye and turned to go, but she called down after him. "Hey... if you think she's so nice, maybe you want to watch her tomorrow night? I'll be back late... I could pay you something... not much." "Sure... you don't have to pay me. I like kids... don't really have anything better to do." "Cool... she usually stays at the library till it closes. I'll just tell her to ring your bell then... what was your name?" "Brown... Joel Brown." "Thanks! Thanks a lot!" Joel finished the whiskey, alone and pensive, worried, then drunk, then crawled off to bed very early, looking forward to Sunday as he never had before, and scared, too, scared to his very core. He took the note to Miss Gibson as soon as the library opened. The librarian was wearing a charcoal skirt and black pantyhose, a hint of lace showing through her starched white blouse where it wasn't covered by her blue silk jacket, the bra unnecessary because she barely had breasts. Anemic and frail, awkwardly tall, Miss Gibson stood close to him as she thanked him, and slowly Joel realized that she seemed to be interested in him. He had been with women before, in college, intellectual types, but they hadn't been as interesting as Miss Gibson. The librarian had the body type he had longed for before he began to be obsessed with young girls, that of a starved gazelle, but Joel had always been painfully shy and only slept with women who seduced him through long and tortuous friendships, most of them messed up like he was, hung up, bad in bed, vacillating between frigidity and a meaty joy that made him wilt. Miss Gibson had no meat on her bones, and she took his mind off Karen for the first time, the thrill of maybe being seduced by a woman again mixing with ancient terrors and a paralyzing shyness. She was shy, too, and weird, and Joel decided that the children's librarian might even be a virgin. Were there really such things? Cloistered, perhaps? Miss Gibson said goodbye and Joel felt as though he had sinned, thinking of someone other than his love in such a way. Karen was not a virgin. He knew that now, but he couldn't bring himself to think about it. It was a gray day, though it didn't rain. He bought another bottle of whiskey on Jarvis, really with an 'e' this time, Tullamore Dew, anticipating his beloved's visit. Baby-sitting... he would be baby-sitting her. How strange. He spent the day walking, reading mysteries, cleaning his apartment, washing her socks after sniffing them, the urine different a day later... and she arrived early, while the pink socks were spinning in the dryer, at four in the afternoon. She was wearing the dress and sandals, no socks. "Hi... my mom says... well, she told me to come here." "Hi Karen! Come in... I've been expecting you... only I wanted to get some videos and didn't have a chance yet... do you want to come with me and pick a movie?" It was so nice to be with her in public, now that he had a reason to be... her mother's permission. They reached a busy street and Karen automatically took his hand, then flushed when she realized that she maybe shouldn't have, how unfamiliar it was. Joel's heartbeat quickened, and he held her clammy little hand all the way to Blockbuster, in bliss. She picked _Escape from Witch Mountain_ and _The Black Stallion_, and she took his hand on the way back to their building. Joel made popcorn and they sat on the couch, almost two feet of Naugahyde and the bowl of popcorn between them, nervous, Karen sipping Coke and her neighbor his whiskey, straight, watching Disney. After the first movie, he ordered pizza, and they ate it on the sofa. Karen kicked off her sandals and crossed her legs, aware of Mr. Brown's stare, the plate in her lap. She wasn't hungry. It was hard to breathe, and she hadn't gone potty for three days. She had bad stomach cramps and she kept thinking about Mr. Clampitt playing with a four-year-old while she and Nicole begged to be fucked, Amy Clampitt holding the camera and kicking them if they stopped wiggling or begging, the four-year-old crying when Mr. Clampitt tried to fuck its cunt, then fucked in the ass, not deep but hurting it before he buttfucked Karen hard and fast, then Nicole, the redhead grunting in agony and need while Karen diddled her... Karen wanted to feel like that, like Nicole did, clawing at her little titties as Mr. Clampitt ravaged her rectum, squeezing her throat. Nicole said men were nice to her, but Karen knew that the eleven-year-old liked what the Clampitts did to her, or part of her did... the redhead hadn't pretending anymore when he buttfucked her, and Karen knew it 'cause she fingered Nicole's wet slit, rubbing her clitty. "Excuse me," Karen said, putting her plate with its half-eaten slice of pepperoni and mushroom on the coffee table and going to the bathroom, aware of Mr. Brown's eyes on her ass, the puce dress clinging to her behind. Bill's dress. He'd been nice to her, too, not always only hurting her. Was that what Nicole meant by 'nice'? Karen wasn't sure what 'nice' was; it couldn't mean Mr. Brown, he wasn't nice, he was just there, like a kindergarten teacher. Why had he wanted to look at her? He had, hadn't he? Karen climbed on the toilet backwards, barefoot, lifting the dress, and went poop. She was horribly lonely after the hurtful pleasure, tinkling, wiping herself. She was three years younger than Nicole. It was much easier for her to understand the redhead than it was for her to relate to kids her age, though. Everything that was hidden had seemed mysterious, then scary, and now it was painful. What girls and boys had under their clothes, what was in her botty, what happened after kissing, what happened where no one could see. She was there, and she could see... but was she really there? What happened with what she saw? Lost in such metaphysical speculation, the eight-year-old flushed the toilet and washed her hands. What if there was a Narnia? Joel was drunk. He could sense that Karen didn't want to eat the pizza. She didn't want to watch the movie, either. He had to talk to her... but what could he say? The girl came back, gloomy, and Joel looked at her, speechless. Then he got up and popped _The Black Stallion_ into the VCR. Karen Weeden fell asleep, curled up at the other end of the sofa. Joel covered her with a knitted blanket and drank, looking at her sleeping face, her mouth open. Then he got the camera and took some pictures. After midnight, Sheila knocked on his door, and Joel touched Karen's shoulder, rousing her. The child screamed. It curdled his blood. Karen regained her composure. "She's like that," her mother said, swaying in the stairwell, talking about her as if she wasn't there. "I don't know what to do. I wish I'd never had her." Joel said nothing, seething. Sheila thanked him and led her daughter upstairs. Monday morning was strangled by his heavy hangover, lambent, and Joel swilled El Pico at a place called the Farolito, huevos rancheros, a Bloody Mary, more El Pico, then turned his jacket in at the cleaner's - the scent of Karen's urine was very strong on the third day - and walked to the library. On Mondays he had to shelve books in the children's section - had to, wanted to - but Karen wasn't there. In vino veritas must refer to the morning after, Joel thought, the look of the world after a mock death, as if the universe had undressed. Karen wasn't there. Miss Gibson had gotten contacts. Joel could tell that she had done it for him from the way the librarian looked at him, too timid to be seductive, too intellectual, terrified of rejection. She really was very pretty, Joel thought, not quite as pale as Karen, like white chocolate, luminous, lanky. Her bright blue eyes had lost some depth as she swam to the surface, condescending to display her delicate beauty, seeking a mate. The straight strawberry blond hair she had always tied back in a ponytail flowed over her tense shoulders, shimmering. She had no freckles, and Joel studied the soft aureate hairs on her skinny arms, the blue veins on the hairless underside when she reached for a book.Miss Gibson was wearing the expensive silk jacket again, stiff, cyan, tapering at her slender waist, buttoned this time with two dozen tiny buttons, and a hyacinth skirt, white stockings, pumps. She wore no jewelry and hardly any makeup. She didn't need it. She looked like she would cry when he didn't compliment her, then realized that Joel was eyeing her and returned his gaze like a painfully shy schoolgirl. There was something pathetic about her, and it emboldened Joel. The more he stared at her, the younger she seemed, submissive, strangely girlish. Before he left, he approached her and asked if she would go to dinner with him. Miss Gibson was trembling. "Yes," she answered in a tiny voice, staring at the pillows where Karen had peed. "Is... is tonight... too soon?" Joel hadn't asked anyone out since college. "No... tonight... tonight's fine... will you meet me here?" "Yes... I don't have a car, though..." "I do... the Kia... six then?" "Yes, six... I'll see you then, Miss Gibson." She brightened as though she had passed through some ordeal. "You can call me Ashley," she said with a nervous smile. What had he done? He again felt that he was betraying Karen and went to a bar, not wanting to drink at home where he would definitely get drunk before going to meet Ashley. He got drunk anyway, drinking a lot of coffee before returning to the library. The redhead noticed and winced. They drove to a Thai restaurant and ate, talking about books and drinking Singha beer, which went to the librarian's head, and Joel found himself violently attracted to Ashley. She was twenty-eight and had gone to the University of Chicago. She acted like a frightened teenager, and Joel noticed that Ashley did everything he said, ordering what he suggested, almost scared to speak if she disagreed with him about a book, waiting for him to tell her what to do. He'd never led before, and liked it. Leaving the restaurant, he asked if she would be able to drive; he didn't have a license. With her body weight, she was tipsy after a couple of the strong beers. "I don't know... what do you think?" "We could call a taxi and get the car in the morning," he said. "I mean... you could... unless you want to stay at my place." She bit her lip and looked at him like a child. "I have a couch that folds out." "Okay... if it's okay," she said quietly. He went back into the restaurant and called a cab. He couldn't have asked her in any other way; even so, his shyness had diminished somehow. He wanted her so. Within half an hour, they were drinking wine in his living room. It didn't relax her at all, and the tension turned him on. Finally, he asked her to remove her shoes. She looked like he'd asked her to strip, but did it, avoiding his gaze. "Don't you want to take off your jacket, Ashley?" He spoke in a low whisper. She hesitated, then fumbled with the buttons. Tears welled up in her big blue eyes. Still, she obviously wanted to take it off, wanted him... and yet he was afraid to touch her. "What's wrong?" "N-nothing..." A sob choked off her soft voice. Joel took her into his arms. She kept unbuttoning the jacket, crying, then swung her long leg over his lap and pressed against him, whimpering, lifting her skirt and pushing her crotch against the bulge in her pants. The bittersweet, slightly vinegary smell of her sex reached his nostrils, and Joel kissed her lips, his hands on her haunches. "Do you like this?" She whispered, rubbing her panty-clad cunnus against his trapped penis. "Hold me... please... let me... haaaeeennnh... hold me! Please... mmnnnngh... mmhhh... mmhhh..." Ashley came, clinging to him like a child and moaning, then blushed crimson and began to cry. "I'm sorry," she whimpered. "I... I'd better go..." "Don't go... Ashley..." "Do you... hate me?" She crawled from his lap, her jacket open, the lacy bra beneath her blouse loose on her little breasts. They looked no bigger than a sliced egg. She was sweating, and her sweat had a strong, sickly scent that mixed with a cloying perfume. "No! Ashley... please don't go!" He begged. "I... I love you," he said. He did. He was in love with her, or with the unexpected proximity of another person he wasn't afraid of, her, and he'd never felt so close to anyone, so suddenly, her torment drawing him like the spoor of some mysterious quarry, threatening to disappear, an apparition about to dissolve. It was as if the room had gone dark. She was his daughter and sister and lover. He needed her. He couldn't let go of her scent, of the momentary intimacy, as if he had split a second like a cut diamond and caught her there... and now she was slipping away? Even his timidity had been breached, and he caught her wrist. She stared at him, shocked. Ashley was in love with him, too, but she had never imagined confessing it - and she distrusted it, the swift and scary emotion swathed in familiar shame. "I love you... I love you, Joel... but you... you don't know me..." "Don't go! Please... I'll... I'll fold out the couch, okay? I mean... for you..." "You wouldn't love me... if you knew me," she said in a self-pitying, childish whimper. "I would... I do... please stay?" Ashley sat down again, at the opposite end of the couch, and offered up her secrets, begging him not to interrupt. "Let me tell you... then... if you still... want me... you won't, Joel... let me..." But she had opened like a cloud, and he could hear her desire, a distant thunder.Men came on to her, but she refused their advances, even in college, even after graduate school. She became a first-grade teacher at twenty-four, still suffering from a sexual melancholy, and a year later, she got a position at a private girls' school, teaching fifth and sixth grade. Without a private life, Ashley concentrated on her work, but then discovered to her utter horror that she was violently attracted to young girls, particularly girls approaching puberty. She befriended a lonely twelve-year-old beauty, not intending to molest her, but ended up getting her drunk and going to bed with her, not touching her but frigging herself, begging the pupil to frig. The girl told her parents, and Ashley lost her teaching certificate and got probation, returning to school to study library science and moving from state to state. Ashley Gibson was a virgin, and she was afraid, afraid that she would lose control and touch another girl. She thought about it all the time and had almost done it at the library several times. Joel Brown listened in silence, sipping the wine. The redhead saw his hard-on and felt the horrid dyad of desire and shame she had known with her father. She wanted to tell him everything, like a drowning child pulling her rescuer down into dirty water. She had rubbed against her father like that only once, when she was twelve, the only time she'd come without using her fingers. Ashley brought herself off constantly, even in the restroom at the library, but had never gone home with a man before. Ashley never fantasized about intercourse. She still saw herself as a little girl when she played with herself. She dreamt of getting married, but when she went home, lying naked and caressing herself for hours, lost in a trance so deep that she sometimes urinated and even defecated in bed, cowering as if there were someone else in the room with her and masturbating herself to sleep, Ashley suffered from strange nightmares that often started while she was still awake. She had fleeting visions of young girls she had glimpsed during the day, of nude children writhing in the gloom, their frightened bodies bruised by huge penises she never saw, of the pupil she had tried to seduce, staring at her, scared, breathing hard... Ashley dreamt of getting married, of her husband - a faceless giant - watching her undress on their wedding night and seeing her sins as if they were tattooed on her pallid skin, as if sludge oozed from her virgin vagina. She saw herself stripped and hung from the slippery elm, bleeding. Ashley had never been hurt by a man and masturbated very delicately until she was sore or soiled the bed. Then clawed at her tiny breasts and scratched her clitoris, crying. She rarely inserted her finger. Then the alarm would ring, and she would hit the snooze button, hugging the pillow and sobbing. Sometimes she would frig or go pee before getting up and staggering to the bathroom. She always set the alarm very early, taking a long bath and smearing her body with moisturizer, cleaning the mess - she put plastic under the sheet - and preparing for work, dressing as if she were putting on a second skin, dreading what the day would bring. By day, Ashley was composed unless she lost focus, but towards afternoon, she would begin to fall apart, daydreaming about a lover who resembled her father, lonely, hiding behind her responsibilities, waiting for evening and dreading that, too, driving home and stripping. She had noticed Joel staring at Karen, and she'd noticed Karen, and Karen Weeden was like one of the anonymous nudes in Ashley's nightmares. Joel Brown aroused the librarian, but most men did. He was different, though. Ashley fantasized about taking her clothes off for him - the way he'd asked her to take off her shoes, asked if she wanted to take off her jacket, making her feel helpless, like her father had - and she sometimes daydreamed about being Joel's daughter, about him finding her in bed and pulling down the covers. She would squirm in her waste, trying to hide the dirty thing she'd done, but her daddy would see and comfort her, then take out his cock. Karen was their daughter, and daddy would watch Ashley suckling the eight-year-old. Karen would get naked and straddle Ashley's thighs, her back to daddy, and Ashley would fondle Karen's buttocks while the child sucked her nipples and Joel jerked off, coming on Karen's back. Ashley would take a teaspoon and feed their daughter her daddy's semen... But there was another Ashley, the morning Ashley, the librarian who had studied hard and had been a wonderful teacher until the vile demon her father had sired upon her caught sight of a vulnerable pupil... these two Ashleys barely knew one another, but they knew of one another. She wasn't insane. Really, only a very small part of her was womanly, the weight of her clothes compared to the scant weight of her perverted but still almost celibate body. Still, that part of her that kept her above water was surprisingly strong, resilient, the twin of her darker demon. Even when physically immature, Ashley had never entirely given herself to her father, keeping back her soul somehow. The depraved child who ran to the restroom to masturbate whenever she got wet wanted nothing more than surrender. Ashley wanted to belong to someone in a way she had never belonged to her father. She hadn't been ready to be her father's whore, and now she needed a daddy who would love her perversity as much as he loved the librarian. Ashley hated herself, or the librarian hated the whore, but it was a sexual hatred, putrid, desirous. Her soul, a child's soul, could never forgive her father for not loving her. The librarian thought he hadn't loved her because he had abused her, but her wet part had wanted him to love her hard, to fuck her brains out, to rape her until she was his in body and soul. She imagined him dying in prison because he loved her, martyred, ejaculating as his cell-mates hanged him. She spoke in disjointed sentences, revealing everything except that she had seen how Joel looked at Karen. The library had been Ashley's sanctuary, as it had been for Karen. Joel Brown had invaded Ashley's inner sanctum. Then he had asked her out and seen her abject need at last. She had crawled into his lap like she had into her father's. "I go... in bed," she whimpered, squirming. "I go potty... in bed, like that girl... I can't... I frig... I frig it... frig... frig it, my cunny..." Ashley was panting, crouched at the end of the couch, her blue eyes wavering between lunacy and despair. "Potty... and I... I don't go... I go in bed..." Joel took her into his arms again at last. She was cold and dripping with sweat. Ashley straddled him again, rubbing against the bulge in his pants. "Hold me," she whined. "Hold me... horsey... mmmhhh... horsey... d-daddy..." She was so wet that her juices soaked through his trousers. He stroked the bare skin above her stockings as she humped him, her arms around his neck, writhing. "Horsey..." Joel gently lowered her to the sofa and slid her panty aside. Her hair was darker there, drenched. Ashley held her arms at her shoulders, her white blouse damp with sweat, thrashing as he fingered the sore opening of her virgin slit. Her clit stood out, scarlet, erect. Joel took his cock out and took her virginity with a sudden stab. She howled and grabbed his hips, bucking in agony, pulling him deeper. Her hole was unbearably tight, viselike despite her blood and slime. He slid from her and teased her anus. Ashley bleated, wild-eyed, but didn't struggle, and Joel forced his penis into her rectum. He had never possessed anyone so completely, and stared at her desperate movements, her long-limbed body in hideous pain, first at her sphincter, then deep in her bowels... pleasured then, fucked, still in visible torment but needing it, moaning in agony and need as he filled her colon with his cock, his balls slapping against her skinny butt as the slimy hole loosened and he reamed her, hard. The redhead barked as spasms of unspeakable ecstasy swept through her intestines, tearing at her starched white blouse and clawing at her titties through the tiny bra, her long legs spastic as his penis reversed the flow of her feces, forcing it from her rectum and into her brain, fucking her brain, raping her mind like a little dead girl until her lungs caught fire and Ashley shrieked in orgasm, semen flooding her reeling senses like scalded milk. Joel slipped from her anus and lay down beside her. She was shuddering, but she wasn't crying. He held her, and she clung to him like a daughter. She clung to him, afraid he would throw her away. "Don't leave me," she whimpered. "Please..." "I'll never leave you," Joel vowed. He helped her take off her torn blouse and unnecessary bra. Her upper body was a perfect rectangle, angular, ribby, the little titties almost entirely nipple. Ashley was embarrassed by her apparent immaturity. "You're so pretty," he whispered, gently fondling the firm flesh, her teat raw from her rough treatment of the tiny alabaster lump, the molested nipple a kind of madder yellow. "Do you like them?" Ashley grasped his wilting penis, tentatively stroking it. "I don't know what to do... tell me?" Joel kneaded her titty, then slapped it playfully. "Please... don't... hurt me." She moaned plaintively. "Hurt me..." Her deep blue eyes were wild with need. "I want you to hurt me... mhh... my body... is it nice?" "Yes... you're not like a woman at all." "What am I like?" His penis stiffened in her grasp. "Am I doing it right?" Joel put his fingers in her mouth. "Didn't your daddy ever do this?" She whimpered as he finger-fucked her wet mouth. "I want to fuck you in the mouth, too, darling. Suck me, Ashley... suck my cock."Sobbing, she obeyed, taking his dirty dick into her mouth and drooling, moaning. "Mfff... mmfff... I... I have to... go," she whimpered, frightened. "Will you... take me potty?" "Do you have to go poop?" "Yes!" "Go here," Joel whispered, putting her on all fours and lightly spanking her slit a little, then licking her, running his tongue along her sweaty crack to the sore sphincter, rimming her. "Go here... go in bed like you do... I want to see, Ashley..." "No... naaauuuuuugh... take me... potty... please..." Joel frigged her anus with his thumb. "Pleeeeeease... ohhhh... don't... please... aunnngh... aunnngh... aunnngh..." Ashley was utterly humiliated, pushing against his thumb, the filthy taste of her blood and feces mixing with his semen in her mouth. He held the invading digit still, and she bucked against it, mewling. She knew that men liked her behind, but had never had anything in her butt. "Hurts... fuck me... please... fuck... mnngh... mnngh... fuck me..." "Frig... I want to see you frig..." "Yeah... yeh... mnngh... aunnngh... aunngh..." She fingered her cunt, fucking against his thumb. "Your poophole... are you dirty, Ashley? Are you my dirty girl?" "Yeah... fuck me..." "Frig your pooper, Ashley... frig it with me? Show me how you frig..." "I have to gooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh..." He took his thumb out and she convulsed, cupping her cunt and crying as semen and snuff-colored feces gushed from the tormented hole. Joel pulled her into a squat and spread her buttocks apart. Ashley farted more, wetly, masturbating. Her malodorous waste flooded the sofa as she went pee. "Play in it, Ashley... play in it, pretty girl... play in your poop... are you my dirty girl?" "Pretty... lyehhh..." she gurgled. "Lyehhh... frig me... I have to... frig..." Ashley squatted in her feces, then put some in her mouth, baby-faced, bawling. "You're so pretty like that... good girl... oopsey-daisy..." Joel lifted her and impaled her rectum on his rampant shaft. "Is that good, darling?" It was incredibly good. She had always felt empty after defecating, lonely in her little rectum. Ashley found her balance, holding his hands, and squatted down on his penis, stuffing it into her butt, feeling it fill her colon again, her mouth full of feces. "Fuck me... fuck me, Ashley..." "Yeah... yessss... ohhhhh... aunnnnnnnngh... lyehhh... mhhhh... mhhhh..." The base of his penis looked so large between her skinny buttocks, the shaft buried in Ashley's shithole. "Fuck me, baby..." Grunting, she rode him hard, wailing and sticking it beck in when it slipped from her anus. Suddenly she howled in orgasm, then went limp. Joel lifted her from his cock and put her into a crouch again, pushing her face into her poop and reaming her rectum from behind. Ashley slobbered, rubbing her face in her feces, then devouring the dense waste, shuddering as he rammed his cock into her colon with deep, hard thrusts, holding her girlish hips. Finally he fucked her mouth, cutting off her breath. She gagged and gasped when he ejaculated, choking, snorting semen. Her ecstatic face was covered with excrement. They fell asleep in a tangle on the floor. Ashley woke in agony and sucked him awake at dawn, pink-eyed, her delicate features soiled with dry feces. She went pee, sucking him, then licked his asshole. Joel pulled her on top of him and helped her put his prick in her cunt, her facing him, obviously not liking to get fucked in there as much as she liked it in her bottom. "Play with my balls," he begged. "I'm gonna come in you, baby," Joel whispered, kneading her tiny breasts. "We need to make you pregnant, don't we? Does my dirty girl want to get pregnant?" "Yeah?" It had never occurred to her to get knocked up. She didn't think of herself as a grown-up. "Frig your botty, baby... do you need to play with your poophole, little girl? Frig it for me..." Ashley masturbated her anus with her middle finger, rocking her hips. Joel pinched her nipples. Ashley whined, shuddering and worming her finger in and out of her rectum. It was horribly embarrassing to be so aroused in her butt. She knew it made her immature, infantile. "Use more fingers, Ashley," he whispered encouragingly, spreading her cheeks.. She slid a second finger into her bung, sobbing. "Good girl..." Joel grasped her wrist and brought the filthy fingers to his mouth, sucking three and guiding her hand back to her butt. She wormed them inside. He hurt her titties, and Ashley quivered, puling, then came, her cunt milking his prick, frigging her back door. Joel ejaculated, then put her on the floor and slid into her intestine. Ashley groaned, then shuddered in orgasm as he urinated into her bowels, emptying his bladder. "Good girl... let's go potty, darling... hold it in... hold my pee, okay?" "Yeah..." Joel slipped from her ass and helped her to the bathroom. Ashley was almost delirious, suffering cramps, but she kept her hurt tiny sphincter tight until he put her in the tub and closed the drain. She held his hands and squatted, then squirted out his piss. He didn't even have to tell her to lap it up. Joel guided her hand to her crack and Ashley diddled her anus again, drinking the stinking urine. He turned on the tap and played with her clit until she came again, three fingers in her rectum. The redhead's orgasm was painful, the sore nubbin and her sick little colon over-stimulated, raw. Joel took off her ruined stockings and bathed with her, and they lay in the water like lovers, kissing. Ashley stroked him softly, childlike. She had gone from perverted virgin to submissive whore in a single night, her solitude broken. The world was totally different; she needed to be molested like a little girl, but she knew that her depraved desires were her lover's, too. She hadn't dared to dream of a man who would understand her like he did, almost wordlessly, and though she wanted to be punished for her perversity, her fears of never finding fulfillment evaporated in his embrace. "Joel... can I call you daddy?" "Yes... I want you to." "I love you, daddy... the water's dirty... hold me, I'm cold." He held her close. "I want to have a baby, daddy." Her voice was shaky. "Will it hurt me?" Joel snaked a finger into her ass. "Aennnh... it hurts, daddy... do you like me there?" "I love you, Ashley." "I love you... do I taste good?" "Yes." She giggled shyly. "I have to go pee!" Joel coaxed her into a squat on the edge of the tub and tongued her peehole. Ashley squealed and started to piss. "Daddy! It's dirty... daddy..." She clutched his head as he sipped her urine and sucked her clitoris. "Oh, daddy... it hurts... hurt me... ennhhh, you're hurting me!" She moaned in pain as he nibbled on her nubbin, then fingered her anus again. Joel pulled her back into the tub and turned her over, then stabbed his tongue into Ashley's inflamed back door. Her moans turned miserably desirous, and he sodomized her, brutally, slamming his prick into her butt and pulling out, banging the bright red hole until she started to scream. Joel switched to her twat and shot off, trying to get her pregnant. Joel Brown was drawn in so deep that he forgot everything other than Ashley. She enveloped him like a fog. They showered, and then he had her shave. Shagged out, the redhead had regressed, a helpless child. He had her call in sick at the library and put her to bed, then went shopping. Ashley was crying when he returned. He spanked and masturbated her, then dressed her in the clothes he'd bought her - a ridiculously tight dress, dark blue damask, black stockings and another tiny bra, also black, like the g-string - and held her while she wept. She was falling apart. Her botty hurt and she was scared of having a baby. "Don't ever leave me alone again... please?" "I won't, I promise." He diddled her again and again. Her genitals were obscene without hair, and Ashley kept asking if he liked them. "Is my cunny as pretty as Karen's?" "What?!" He froze. "What do you mean?" "You like her, don't you, daddy," Ashley whispered. "I wish she was our baby." "You do?" "Yeah... I wish she was with us." Ashley's eyes were a lurid twelve-year-old's. "She's dirty like me." Ashley moistened her fingers and stroked her slit, her dress up around her hips, the g-string around her ankle. "She's like this, daddy... I think she plays with it... look... look at me..." Joel put her on her back, her head hanging over the edge of the bed, and slowly slid into her throat. She learned to swallow, frigging her holes, and finally he urinated into her esophagus, washing his semen into her shuddering body. He held her while she puked his piss, then fingered her to orgasm. So they wallowed for several days like weird pigs, discovering the other's depravity. He was almost surprised when Ashley woke one morning a woman again, worried about work. Even his - and she was entirely his, wife and daughter, waif and supernatural whore - Ashley retained a sense of self, a sort of seductive distance that begged to be violated but couldn't be, as if part of her were a ghost through which his hand might pass, masochistic and yet somehow inviolable, or recombinant; no matter how he hurt her (and he did, hitting her titties and spanking her between the legs), the part of her that wasn't matter - her soul - remained available, apart. She couldn't be alone, though, as though she never had been, accompanied the ghost of her father, now departed. Only at the library was she ever without him, and strangely enough she seemed the same as she had been before her defloration, withdrawn, even virginal. They broke the lease on her studio apartment, and Ashley moved in with him.They didn't get married, but Joel gave her a diamond ring. He showed her his pictures of Karen. Joel didn't need them anymore, and wore his heart on his sleeve at last. His true love had turned out to be an adult, even if emotionally immature. He hadn't sinned, not with the child anyhow, he thought, not a real one... Ashley was fascinated by the pictures, though, frigging and whining even after he fucked her in the butt, begging him to knock her up. It was as if the ordinary biological need to give birth was utterly warped in her. She had a whorish womb, and her need to reproduce seemed only erotic. Ashley needed a kid because she wanted to hold herself at a distance. Joel hurt Ashley, but he also took care of her. After the first couple of days, their lovemaking grew milder, and he always lubricated her before using his hand or a bottle. Nor was their relationship merely sexual. They shared everything, Joel meeting her at the library after work, walking her home. He gave her enemas while they discussed Flaubert and Balzac. They slept with his cock in her rectum, his hands on her tiny breasts. It was the redhead and not her daddy-man who had a disturbing smile on her face when Sheila Weeden showed up one day, knocking on the door with her little girl. Yes, they would watch her for the weekend, Ashley said, her blue eyes glowing like gas. Karen got her pajamas and returned barefoot to stay with the Browns, her mother's stiletto heels clacking through the courtyard to the broken sidewalk, then fading away as Friday evening fell. Deathly pale and obviously miserable, the eight-year-old was being molested by the janitor at the day care center and her mommy's new boyfriend, a pudgy drifter named Paul. The janitor only used her mouth, but Paul sodomized the hapless child while Sheila slept, gagging her and greasing her and reaming her sick little rectum until the girl was delirious. Karen was constipated and leaky. Her cunny was infected and she was in constant pain, suffering from insomnia, frequently unable to keep food down and often blacking out. The janitor was nice, petting her and never forcing it into her mouth. Paul had a huge penis and hurt her with it. Ashley was wearing a white silk robe. Karen recognized her from the library, but was too tormented to be ashamed or even surprised to see her there. Joel was wearing flannel pajamas, a kind of industrial green. The pair was weary, having fucked all night the night before, but Karen's reappearance troubled him. He knew that Ashley wanted a child, as if he had never had the same urge. The eight-year-old's pajamas were a thin synthetic, pink. She had lost a lot of weight, and the elastic waistband was loose on her bony hips. Joel poured himself three fingers of Jameson, and the three of them sat in the living room, nervous. "We've missed you on Saturdays, Karen," Joel said. She hadn't come to the readings. "Don't you miss Narnia?" Karen nodded, noticing Miss Gibson's nervousness and dirty smell. She'd never thought of females as predatory. Mr. Clampitt's daughter did things because her father wanted her to, and Nicole had been a little girl like her. Ashley let her robe fall open, biting her lip. Joel tensed as Karen saw his lover's raw nipple. The redhead held her breath and drew up her legs. Karen could see her cunt. The sore slit glistened with slime. Karen swooned and wet her pajamas. Joel took her into his arms and rocked her. She must have weighed about forty pounds. "Baby," he whispered. "It's okay... Karen..." She seemed to be having a seizure, almost epileptic. Ashley snuggled up to him and drew Karen to her breast. The girl sucked Ashley's nipple, sniffling. A faraway look in her corrupt eyes, Ashley pulled her into her lap and unbuttoned the pink pajamas. Joel downed his whiskey and stared. He was a different man now. Part of him wanted to punish Ashley, but he was both aroused and unable to hurt her in front of the child he had wanted for so long. His lover wasn't hurting the girl. Puling, Karen let the librarian undress her. Ashley saw the girl's inflamed cunny and badly bruised bottom hole. Karen winced as Ashley gently fingered her distended genitals, straddling the redhead's thighs. "Does it hurt, honey?" Ashley's voice sounded as if it came from the tomb. There was concern in it, but she was hysterically aroused. Karen winced, grimacing. "Do you want me to lick it?" Karen nodded. Ashley put the child on her back and lapped at her slit. Karen grasped her ankles, her emaciated body quivering in pain. Ashley drooled, tonguing the girl's clitty and damaged sphincter, then licked her finger and masturbated the eight-year-old anally, licking her dirty gash. Karen started to thrash, then stiffened and moaned. She had come. Joel felt sick all of a sudden. When his nausea didn't pass, he left the room and threw himself on the bed, sinking almost with the suddenness of illness into a disturbing slumber, as if he were dreaming several dreams at once, his self split into several and each of them awake, a brood of messy lives suckled by his swollen liver while his body was shut down, only his eyes flickering frantically beneath their heavy lids. His heart beat hard and fast, then fluttered and fell. Karen responded to the redhead's tenderness. She had never been in such hands. The woman bathed her lovingly, and together they sought Mr. Brown. Like a meaty divinity who had borne Karen into at least a momentary calm, Mr. Brown, sinless, had ceased to be. The librarian he had rescued shook him, but no breath clouded her mirific eyes. His lungs seemed no bigger than ovaries, empty. She shook him and shook him, then backed away. Ashley wrapped the unresponsive child in a long coat and ushered her out the door. Trembling, Ashley Gibson followed upon the waif's heels, spectral in her white silk robe, barefoot. Her little Kia coughed to life. The librarian drove until the tank was almost empty, Karen watching her in the rear view mirror, trusting and tragic and finally unafraid.

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Maxamm

Asian Delight

'Cute, isn't she?' I glanced at the guy to my right. We had both been watching the same thing - a cute Filipino girl of about eleven, who was sitting on the lap of a fat, middle-aged white guy. Her light pink cotton dress scarcely covered her ass. It didn't take a degree in rocket science to figure out that she wasn't this man's daughter. I had already been in Manila for two days, but had yet to find myself a pre-teen girl. There were plenty of teenage prostitutes available, but I hadn't come all this way to fuck the kind of girl I could easily find back home. 'Sure is,' I agreed. 'But I like my girls a little younger.' He nodded. 'Me too. First time in the Philippines?' 'Yeah. I heard this was a pedo's paradise, but I haven't had any luck yet. Guess you have to know where to look.' 'I know where to look,' he told me. 'Haven't you noticed all those little kids begging in the street? Picking one up is child's play, if you'll pardon the phrase. I come here twice a year, so I should know. My name's Carl, by the way.' I shook his hand. 'Pleased to meet you. I'm Max.' 'Well, Max, I suggest we finish our beers and go find ourselves some child pussy. We can take her back to my hotel. I have an arrangement with the doorman.' Carl was right. The streets of Manila were a pedophile's shopping mall, crawling with poverty-stricken kids whose eyes lit up at the sight of a dollar. The girl we chose looked like she was hardly five years old. She didn't speak a word of English, but that didn't matter. We didn't plan on giving her mouth much time for talking. Twenty minutes later, we were in Carl's hotel room. I whistled as he stripped the child of her street rags. She was a real beauty, with shoulder-length black hair and a small, unblemished, dark-skinned body. From the frightened look in her big brown eyes, it was obvious she had not been in this kind of situation before. Innocent and unmolested. Perfect! 'Want to help me get her cleaned up and ready to fuck?' asked Carl. 'You bet,' I answered, my hard-on already uncomfortable in my trousers. We both stripped, then led the naked little girl to the bathroom. There wasn't room for three in the shower cubicle, so Carl had the pleasure of washing and soaping her, paying particular attention to her ass and pussy. I stood in the doorway, fisting the throbbing boner that would shortly be breaking this little slut wide open. 'Ever fucked one this young before?' asked Carl. 'Never had the opportunity,' I answered. 'That's the reason I came here.' I toweled the little girl dry, taking the opportunity to touch her all over. The mound of her hairless pussy was soft as silk. 'Christ, she's so small!' I murmured, tracing a fingertip over her tiny slit. Carl grinned. 'That's the way we love 'em, right?' The little one squealed as I pushed the tip of my finger into her pussy. But she didn't squeal for long. My partner grabbed her by the hair and forced the fat purple crown of his huge cock into her open mouth. She started to gag as he rammed several inches down her throat. Had he tried to stuff her with his full ten inches, he would certainly have broken her jaw and probably choked her. I thrust my finger deeper into her virgin pussy, holding her with one arm wrapped tightly around her waist. The sight of Carl's massive hard-on fucking her face was the most exciting thing I had ever seen. Though I did not consider myself a sadist, I had no problem with us forcing this small, helpless girl to do whatever we wanted. When it came to my turn, there would be no holding back. After all, sex with children was the one and only reason I had come to Manila. 'Yeah, suck that big cock, you dirty little cunt!' Carl grunted, ramming his fuckpole further down her throat. Her little body jerked as I penetrated her with the full length of my finger. I couldn't believe how tight she was. 'Christ, I can't wait to fuck her!' I gasped. 'Then don't,' Carl replied. 'Ohhhhhhhhhh...... what a fucking sweet baby cocksucker!' I raised the little girl off the tiles, so that she was splayed face down between us both, her mouth stretched around Carl's thrusting cock. Holding her with one hand, I positioned my boner between her thighs, then pushed the wet head against her pouting slit. It took more effort than I had imagined to force even the first inch inside her. Her virgin pussy was stretched wide open as I pushed deeper. Had she not been choking on Carl's cock, she would have screamed in agony. 'So fucking tight!' I grunted, impaling her on another two inches. I moistened my right thumb in my mouth, then jammed it into her asshole as I started to fuck her, stabbing her tiny, tight pussy with rapid strokes of my engorged shaft. With each thrust, I sank a little deeper into her body, though I knew there was no way I could use my full eight inches, without causing her serious injury. Carl was doing his best to ram his full length down her throat, holding her by the hair as he aggressively fucked her mouth. He climaxed first, shooting the first few globs of cream down her throat, milking the remainder of the thick mess over her face and hair. I was only minutes behind. My cock spasmed, then my hot lava flooded the child's ruptured pussy. Even before I had withdrawn, the slime was oozing from her slit and dribbling down her thighs. Carl took several photographs of the dazed and sobbing little girl as she crouched on the floor at my feet, cum streaming down her face and upper body and dripping from between her thighs. After we had cleaned her up and calmed her down a little, he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. She might have thought her ordeal was over then, but it was really just beginning. This little street slut was going nowhere for several hours yet. Laying her, face down in the center of the large double bed, with two pillows beneath her belly, I held her thighs apart while Carl spread the petals of her pussy and examined her closely. 'Good fuck, huh, Max?' he asked. 'Best I've ever had,' I replied, smacking the child's ass. While Carl probed her pussy with his fingers and tongue, I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head up and forced my fresh hard-on into her mouth. In the next few minutes, I became a lust-crazed animal, raping her throat with fast, deep cock thrusts, not caring that I was nearly choking her. Carl snapped a few photographs of the action, before spearing the little girl's pussy with his ten-inch fuckpole. He took her with such force, it was obvious he didn't care if he killed her. Right then, neither did I. The child meant nothing to either of us. We did not even know her name. She was a toy, to be raped and abused, before being tossed back onto the scrap heap. 'Fucking little cunt....................., so fucking tight!' Carl gasped, burying at least six inches of his shaft in the little girl's pussy. We raped her without mercy, stuffing her with two throbbing lengths of cock, until she was pumped full of cum in both ends. Afterwards, standing by the bed and smoking a cigarette, Carl looked down with obvious pleasure at the little girl. She crouched between my thighs, tears and semen running down her face, her mouth filled with my semi-hard cock. It felt so good, I just didn't want to let her go. My grip on the back of her neck ensured she did not even try to get away. 'Christ, I love these little kids!' Carl sighed. 'If only it was so easy to get your hands on 'em back home. I could fuck my way through a kindergarten a week and I don't think it'd be enough.' 'They sure are addictive,' I agreed. 'You get much back home?' 'I don't have any kids of my own,' he answered. 'But I have a few good friends who don't mind sharing their little ones with a fellow pedo. I don't go for anything over eight. The younger, the better - that's my motto.' 'A good philosophy,' I agreed. 'This little beauty is just perfect. Fuck, I'm getting hard again already!' Carl's cock was rapidly regaining full stiffness as well. 'Then stick that hard-on in the little bitch,' he grinned. 'That's what she's here for.' 'I want to fuck her in the ass,' I said. Carl licked his lips. 'That's exactly what I was thinking. Let's flip a coin for who goes first. You call.''Tails,' was my appropriate response. He flipped a coin, and we both watched it fall to the bed. I smiled triumphantly. 'Must be my lucky day. Got any lube?' Carl took a tube of KY from the bedside table drawer and handed it to me. 'Always keep a supply. Grease her up and enjoy. You haven't lived until you've fucked a little girl up the ass.' I smeared some of the clear jelly over my cock, then thrust the nozzle of the tube into my little fuck slut's asshole. Carl held the wriggling and whimpering child down, while I squirted a generous quantity of KY into her rear orifice. Kneeling behind her, I raised her lower body off the bed and positioned my cock head at her one remaining virginal entrance. The pillow muffled her screams as I spread her legs and forced my throbbing boner into her ultra-tight rectum. As I stretched and filled the hot canal, I knew I had saved the best for last. Even well lubed, she was so tight it hurt. 'Oh fuck... oh Jesus..., this is incredible!' I gasped. 'Oh yeah, fuck that baby girl asshole!' Carl grunted excitedly. Pinning the squirming little girl to the bed with one hand, he pumped his hard cock with the other. I rammed my shaft hard and deep into her ass, impaling her a little more with each thrust. This was like my every hottest fantasy coming true at once. If I had known it would be this mind-blowing, I would never have been able to wait so long. It was difficult to believe I was fucking a girl so small and so young. I raped the five-year-old child like a wild beast, ravaging her asshole with my frenziedly stabbing cock. By the time my cum flooded her bowels, I was drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. The instant I had withdrawn, Carl snatched her legs, flipped her over, and drew her onto his greased cock, his big hands gripping her small thighs. It was no longer necessary to hold her down, as she had lost the will and strength to offer even the slightest resistance. All she could do was whimper hoarsely as her tender asshole was invaded by over six inches of huge cock meat. 'Man, she is so fucking tight!' Carl cried. 'You hear me, little bitch? Daddy's gonna fuck your tight little ass so hard, you'll wish you were dead.' The big man fucked the child with such brutality, I was surprised he didn't disembowel her. After he had filled her ass with a second load of semen, he carried her to the bathroom, still impaled on his cock. I followed right behind, not wanting to miss a thing. Sitting her on the toilet bowl, he forced her to open her mouth, then began to piss. The hot amber stream gushed into her mouth and eyes, drenching her face and hair. I had never seen such a perverted sight. 'Feel free, Max,' Carl called out, wielding his streaming cock like a fire hose. 'She's your toilet too.' I did not need a second invitation. Before he had even finished, I was emptying my bladder over the dark-skinned little girl, reveling in the freedom to enjoy this additional depraved luxury. The helpless child was repeatedly raped in all three orifices and used as a piss bowl for a second time, before my friend and I were finally satisfied. We cleaned her up, dressed her, and delivered her back to the streets, with enough cash stuffed in her panties to feed her family for a month. It was a small price to pay for an unforgettable afternoon. 'So, what do you have planned for the rest of your vacation?' Carl asked, as we enjoyed a celebratory beer in the bar where we had met. 'Same thing as you,' I replied. 'Matter of fact, I think I might pick up another little girl for tonight. Now I've had a taste, I intend to make the most of every minute here.' 'I'll drink to that,' my child-fucking friend grinned.

Authors/Sergdriver/favoritecollection/maxamm/asiandel (MMg pedo oral anal ).txt

Shakes Peer2B

Body Guards II: Stolen Secrets

'Darren!' Sun's warning in my head wasn't necessary this time, as I was anticipating the pass. I caught the ball behind my back while my eyes kept Frank occupied. My chi told me that Wei was open, so I shot a bounce-pass in front of her as she passed behind and to my left, headed toward the goal. She caught it just as she started her leap and made another easy layup. The basketball game had been my idea. The Gemini Girls had been searching for a way to sharpen our ability to use each other's senses to greater advantage, but it was hard to design an exercise that would do that. It was after Frank and I had a little one-on-one game that I realized basketball would be the perfect way to accomplish what my mind-mates wanted, and have a little fun while we were at it. Our first practices were laughable. It is very difficult to coordinate your own movements based on what someone else is seeing, and the temptation to use your own eyes is tremendous. Mei proposed that we take turns wearing a blindfold to remove that temptation, one at a time, starting with me, since my chi would give me a little help. Since my 'energy vision' could not work on inanimate objects, all it could do for me was let me know where the others were and approximately what they were doing. If one passed the ball to me, I had to depend on someone else's eyes to catch it. Sounds simple, right? Wrong! It took a lot of practice to get to where I could convert what the others were seeing into something my muscles could use, but gradually I started getting the knack. When I became reasonably proficient at it, I passed the blindfold to Jun, who went through the same process. The disadvantage the ladies shared was that they also had to interpret what my chi was telling them about what everyone was doing. Their advantage, however, was that they had been there with me as I learned, and already had a head start. Finally, after many hours of practice, chasing missed balls, and suffering not a few bruises, balls in the face and jammed fingers, we felt that this 'secondary vision' thing was becoming second nature to us, even without the blindfold, so we challenged the rest of the Gemini team to come up with a basketball team to play against us. The game was scheduled for a Saturday, and the entire Hastings household, as well as many off-duty employees from Gemini and Hastings' company had come to watch. We didn't have that big an advantage on defense, though being able to see the person you're defending through other eyes makes it more difficult for him or her to fool you. On offense, however, they couldn't touch us. Time and again, we made impossible plays that baffled our opponents and threw their defense into disarray. Being the big guy on our team, I was, naturally, low post for most plays, and my chi helped to keep us all informed of how the defense was configured, and where the weaknesses were. Some of our play must have looked like something from a Harlem Globetrotters game. We weren't anywhere near as good at handling the ball as the Globetrotters, but then, I don't recall ever seeing them do a no-look catch, and that was what kept confounding the team against which we were playing. Our opponents were pretty good, and in a normal match might actually have beaten us, despite the G-Girls' athletic prowess and superhuman stamina. As it was, however, the game was a blowout for us. Since no one but Hastings and his daughter knew our little secret, our performance must have been astounding to watchers and opponents alike. Frank McKenzie approached me after the game. "Damn, squid!" The ex-CIA agent told me. "You five act like you've got eyes in back of your heads or something! I've never seen that kind of teamwork! No wonder three of you were able to take my team so easily back in that hotel in Frankfurt!" "Now, see what loving your work can do for you?" I laughed. "I don't know, man," he replied, shaking his head. "That's got to be more than just loving your work. That was spooky!" "These ladies are awesome, aren't they?" I said, trying to deflect his curiosity a bit. "They've kind of taken a liking to me, and taught me some things the SEALS never dreamed of. By the way - doesn't the losing team owe the winners a few drinks or something?" "Drinks, my ass!" he snorted. "This was a setup from the start! If anybody owes anyone drinks, you guys oughta be buying!" "How about a rain check?" I grinned. "Let's get through this CIA interview next week, and if everything comes out all right, I'll buy you, Talibah, her mom, and your whole team a drink!" He slapped me on the shoulder as we headed for the shower. "You got a deal! Hey, thanks for putting in a good word with Hastings and my bosses about letting me go with Talibah for this interview. She's going to need a friendly face nearby, and since I know these guys' tricks, I can kinda keep 'em from getting too nasty." "No problem, jarhead." I replied, "You just take care of my girl, huh?" I couldn't tell him that I also thought it would be a good idea for him to carry a couple of the Proteus bugs with him. It would be harder to detect them if there were only a couple on each body. Besides, he might go visiting old pals and get into places that Talibah couldn't get close to. After my own shower, I met with Hastings and the G-Girls for a final planning session. I was a little leery about sending those devices in with Talibah, especially without her knowledge. For that matter, I wasn't all that thrilled about doing it to Frank, either, but we figured they'd be less likely to tip someone off, deliberately or accidentally, if they didn't know they were carrying spyware with them. Hastings compromised and swore that if either of them was caught, he would take responsibility. I didn't say so, but he wasn't the only one who would be running interference for them if they were discovered. The real sticking point was retrieval of the devices after they had done their work. There was no reason to expect that the spooks would be able to detect them, but it wouldn't be wise to leave them laying around the grounds - somebody, someday, would come across them and put two and two together. Since the grounds of the Langley compound weren't quite as secure as the buildings, we decided that Mei, Wei, Sun, Jun, and I would be the pickup team. Once a day, starting three days after insertion, we would drive by and blip the devices electronically, after seven days or when all devices answered, we would go in at night and retrieve them. The last blip before we entered the grounds would give us rough positioning. Each of us would be equipped with something that looked a bit like a flat black janitor's dustpan, but was small enough to fit in a pocket. Each of these 'garages,' when activated, would emit a low-level signal that the bugs would home in on. We would each make our way to the vicinity of one of the bugs, as reported by the blip, and activate our dustpan. When a bug 'docked' in its garage, the dustpan would send a signal to its wielder's headset. Theoretically, each garage could retrieve up to a dozen bugs, but we only planned to send half a dozen, and the less time we spent on the grounds of the CIA compound, the better. With five of us going, if all six bugs made it out, one of us, whichever was closer, would have to pick up the extra bug. With any luck two of them would be close together and could be retrieved with a single stop. Talibah's interview went well enough, though the CIA wasn't happy with what she told them. She was forthcoming about Ghalib, the Chinese, and the involvement of the agents in Germany and Salzburg, but would not give up names or other information about living members of her organization.Frank, true to his word, protected her from some of the worst things they could have thrown at her. She didn't, for instance, get packed off to Guantanamo Bay, but short of physical abuse, they used every weapon in their arsenal against her. When we collected them in the evening, Talibah looked drained but not too much the worse for wear. A quick sweep picked up CIA bugs that had been planted on both of them, but no trace of the Proteus devices. Our 'bugs' had apparently crawled away without being noticed. Since Hastings Company manufactured security devices, the listeners probably weren't too surprised when their bugs died. Three days later, in a different vehicle, Sun drove by the Langley compound and got responses from four of our devices that had made it out of the buildings with their loads of data. The next night, yet another vehicle, and five responded. We hoped we might be able to make our pick up earlier than expected. It wasn't until the seventh day, however, that the sixth bug responded to our signal. That night was moonless and overcast - a perfect night for infiltrating one of the most secure places on earth. We were using a combination of techniques I had learned in SEAL training and spec-ops, and stuff that the G-Girls had gotten as part of their training and experience. We wore headsets for communication with our control - one of the most trusted of Gemini's people - and to hear the signal from our 'garages' when our bugs came home, but our communication with each other was, naturally, through our 'personal' hookup. It was much faster and more reliable, but it drove the woman chosen as our control batty, since she had no idea what was going on unless one of us bothered to tell her. The place was a maze of optical, laser, and other detectors, but we had one advantage. To avoid having too many false alarms from wildlife, patrolling dogs and such, the point of detection had to be a certain distance above ground, and motion sensors were not used at all. Our progress was slow, but Sun, Jun, Mei, Wei and I slowly made our way from our widely dispersed insertion points to our respective pick up points. My 'chi vision' came in handy more than once, as guards or dogs passed near one of us. Thanks to the early warning, we all managed to stay downwind of the dogs and not raise any alarms. I made my pickup without incident and started back out. I had almost reached the fence when my luck ran out. One of the dogs - a Doberman Pinscher, picked up my scent and came straight for me. I could have killed him, but if I could neutralize him without leaving evidence of my passing it would be much better. Instinctively, my chi reached out to him, tasting the white hot anger and fear that my scent had aroused in him. The fear was for his trainer's wrath, I realized, as he charged silently upon my position. I sat cross-legged on the ground, checking my tell-tales to be sure we were out of range of sensor and camera sweeps. My energy flowed outward, flooding the dog's anger with affection, and soothing his fear. I had never tried this before and I could feel the girls watching tensely as the dog paused, whining, sniffing the air around me. It was hard to remain calm and keep the proper energies flowing, so I was grateful for the steadying presence of Sun and Jun. Mei and Wei kept track of what my chi was 'seeing.' I continued sending out soothing energies while sitting perfectly still. In fits and starts, the dog inched closer, ears erect now, curious about what I might be. It took a couple of minutes that seemed like hours, but soon, the dog was happily licking my face! I scratched him behind the ears and under his collar, then resumed my progress toward the compound fence. My new canine friend followed along as I crept and crawled, avoiding sensors and cameras, and I feared he might draw unwanted attention to me in his zeal to be my friend. I 'pushed' caution at him, and suddenly, he was creeping along beside me on his belly, his ears up and alert, nose twitching. I felt a little guilty when I reached the outer fence and had to leave my pal behind. I felt like I had betrayed him in some way. Three of the girls had already made it back to the pickup point by the time I got there, and Mei arrived shortly after I did, having had to pick up two of the bugs. It was beginning to look like a clean getaway, but we didn't relax our guard until we were well away from Langley, each making our separate way back to California. I was airborne on a flight out of Baltimore when the girls began bombarding me with questions about whatever possessed me to take the dog on in just that manner. I tried my best to come up with a logical explanation, but the truth was that it was sheer guesswork, and I was going to have to be careful about that. It was not wise to jeopardize a critical mission for the sake of an experiment, even if the result was positive. Our homecoming in California was a muted affair. Having each taken different flights, we arrived by ones and twos at Hastings' estate. As I waited for Wei and Sun to arrive, I took a walk around the grounds. It was really a park-like affair that cleverly disguised the defensive capabilities of its features. I was lost in thought, so I was almost on them before I realized anyone else was there. Talibah and Frank, however, were so wrapped up in each other - literally - that they never noticed my presence. I watched their passionate embrace for much longer than was polite, then sadly turned back toward the house. I guess I was feeling a little sorry for myself, realizing that my bond with the girls would make it difficult for me to ever have a 'normal' relationship. The more I thought about it, the more morose I became. I had never really seen myself in a monogamous relationship before, but it seemed that now I would never get the chance to experience what it was like. Gradually, I became aware of a mixture of amusement and sadness emanating from my four partners. Of course: they would know, automatically, how I felt and why, but their reaction puzzled me, until I bothered to notice the thoughts behind it, then the situation became crystal clear. Here I was, pining over the loss of a woman who, no matter how I felt about her or she about me, had chosen another man, and I was bemoaning the fact that my link with four lovely ladies would keep me from having such relationships. Until that moment, it had never occurred to me just how lucky I was. Here I was, irrevocably linked to, not one, but four beautiful women who loved me dearly. It is the very nature of our bond that I couldn't help but love them back. Not only that, but the five of us had something that few, if any couples ever achieve - we UNDERSTOOD each other on so many levels that would be impossible without this mind-meld I had somehow created between us. The bonus, especially for me, of course, was that we could, and often did, enjoy sex in many ways that would not be possible with a 'normal' woman. I may not ever have a monogamous relationship, but the one I had could prove to be even better. I'm not sure how to describe the reaction I got from my partners as they 'watched' me work this out for myself. I guess the best I can do is to call it 'mental applause' but there were also feelings of tenderness, and even relief on my behalf, as if they had been there WAY ahead of me, and were wondering if I would ever catch up. Our sex that night was more loving, more tender than any I can recall before or since. It was almost as though they were welcoming me home, and we spent hours pleasing each other, over and over, as often with hands and mouth as with our sex organs. The following day, I met with Steve Hastings and the Gemini Girls at Hasting's company headquarters, where, for the first time, I got introduced to his CTO. The guy was a total wonk, but who could fault him when he kept coming up with all these gadgets that were so far ahead of the rest of the world? The information retrieved by the bugs was incredible, though most of it was useless for our purposes. We had no intention of putting agents or legitimate missions at risk, and the illegitimate ones we wanted to stop at the source, not in the field. It took the better part of two weeks to sort out the stuff we needed because it was a task that could not be automated. Sun, Jun, Mei, Wei and I, however, made a much quicker job of it than might have been expected, since we could scan five different data streams and correlate what we saw without having to put it on paper. In the end, we destroyed about eighty percent of the data we had recovered, keeping about twenty percent for our own purposes. It was near the end of that period that the CIA came calling. Fortunately, the five of us were working late that night. Wei, the on-call supervisor for the building's security got a call from the security center, reporting that several cameras had been disabled and that sensors were reporting the presence of many extra bodies. When I extended my chi beyond the walls of the building, it encountered a large number of bodies on the ground, and others descending from two helicopters hovering above the building. These guys were serious! From the size and organization of the assault force, it had to be a Government agency, and we wondered if our little invasion of CIA Headquarters had been detected, after all. Naturally, the ground floor entrances and exits were blind traps that would allow any incursion to reach a blastproof steel door, then drop another behind the invaders. The same was true of the roof access. Each of these rooms, once sealed, could be flooded with a knockout gas.In the event that the invaders came equipped with gas masks, automatic weapons systems and firing ports for the guards would do a more permanent job of disabling the intruders. The elevator shafts were also impenetrable. Between the equipment room on the roof and the shafts that carried the elevator cars were two thick layers of reinforced concrete. The cables that raised and lowered the cars were threaded through individual holes in that concrete. No one was coming in that way. That left the air conditioning system. The intakes for the system were on the roof and gave easy access to an equipment room on the top floor of the building. Getting beyond the top floor through those ducts, though, would prove an arduous and frustrating task for the intruders. I saw in the minds of the girls the system of baffles and heavy screens that would take hours for even the best equipped team to penetrate. There were, however, access panels that allowed egress from the system into the equipment room. The girls assured me that the guards would handle the ground floor incursions and anyone coming down the stairs from the roof. Our job was to capture anyone attempting to enter through the air conditioning. The equipment room would have been tough to break out of, as well, but we weren't going to give them a chance. We were wearing ear protection and safely hidden behind concrete barriers in anticipation of the standard space-clearing tactic when they tossed concussion grenades into the room through the two access doors. As soon as the first pair of booted feet appeared, however, we took up positions near the access openings, but out of sight. The owner of those boots hit the floor, crouched, peered around at the apparently empty room, and said 'Clear!' into his throat mic. That was when Jun hit him. He fell, unconscious, and she caught his weapon to keep it from clattering on the floor. Not that his teammates would be able to hear much. Being inside those metal ducts when the grenades went off outside must have been like being inside a drum at a headbanger's concert. No wonder the guy had been shaking his head when he came out. The other three from this team dropped, one by one, into the room, and each instantly fell prey to blows from one or more of us. They hadn't left anyone on the roof, as my chi confirmed, but there was a control team in the parking lot. With these agents secure, and the guards busy securing the gassed intruders from the entrances, I took one of their headsets, listening to the frantic calls from the guys in the van they were using as a command post. I grabbed a direction finder and headed outside, homing in on the signals from the command center. Jun, understanding my purpose, came with me. I took the back doors and she took the side. The two men and a woman inside surrendered without a fight when faced with two silenced automatic pistols. At the same time, Mei and Wei turned on the building's anti-aircraft systems, painting both choppers with fire control radar before ordering them to land in the parking lot. The pilots, too, were disinclined to resist. Now that we had the entire assault team secured, we naturally wanted to know why they were attacking us. The answers, this time, were not quite as easy to come by as they had been in Germany, but all of us were trained in interrogation techniques. We took the five who seemed likely to know the most into five different rooms. My guy and I conversed about the reasons for the attack. Sun and Jun and their agents did the same. Mei and Wei asked their guys about who sent them, where the orders came from, etc. Since each of us could hear what all five had to say without them knowing it, it was easy to cross them up and get them to trap each other. By the time we were done, we knew that the attack was put together not on the suspicion of stolen data, as we had feared, but to find out what the Chinese had wanted so badly from us that they put together such an elaborate scheme to get it. Seems the agencies Hastings worked with on his other products hadn't been able to provide the answers, since Hastings had kept them in the dark about his R&D, and Talibah's answers to their questions had only piqued their interest. They didn't believe the story she told about the girls' former employer wanting them back, dead or alive, when they asked what the Chinese were after.

Chapter 8

Authors/Shakes_Peer2B/Bodyguards_II/BG-II_08.txt

Arty

Blush

'I'm going to get him for this. Oh yes...' Friday's train of thought was broken as another wave of arousal swept through her. She stopped and breathed deeply, waiting for her excitement to wane. Friday considered the options - whips and chains definitely, she toyed briefly with hanging, drawing, and quartering - but decided that death would be the easy way out, however gruesome the means of departure. The pedometer beeped to show that she had been standing still for too long. Friday considered the advantages of a rack - now that had possibilities! Gathering her strength, she started walking again, the movement causing the pedometer to shut up and preventing the vibrator from starting up. This was imperative now that she was entering the more crowded parts of the park. It wouldn't take much to make her cum, and she knew that once she started, she probably wouldn't stop. The thought of all those people staring at her as she was cumming was just too much. 'Yes, the rack, definitely the rack.' She felt like everyone was staring at her, like they knew that beneath the long fur coat, she was naked and in chains. Friday stifled a moan as she grew more and more aroused. If only she could walk more quickly, but the knee hobble prevented that, forcing her to take short steps. Her hands were thrust deep into her pockets, which seemed reasonable, as it was quite a chilly day. What was not obvious was that her wrists were chained to a wide leather belt cinched tight about her waist. All this was embarrassing enough, but not enough to make her moan and blush. Friday was forced to stop again. She knew by now that this was an exercise in futility and that the dastardly arrangement of stimulating devices would soon drive her to an inevitable orgasm. Her breathing slowed, and her flushed face grew less so. Once he was on the rack, then she would consider an extended session with some sharp instruments! Before the pedometer issued its beep, Friday started to walk again. She could see him now, his face split with a huge grin - a grin she would take great delight in removing when she finally got him at her mercy - oh yes! As she walked towards him, the silken lining brushed against the two clips attached gently but firmly to her nipples. On their own, they would be quite effective, but with her hands tied and the hobble making her stride awkward, her breasts swayed more than usual, and the feelings were multiplied. A similar clamp ensured that her clitoris was randomly stimulated when the swing of the coat was just right. The final touch that ensured that she was helpless to control the rising tide of arousal were the ben-wa balls that he had persuaded her to insert before she realised the full extent of the dastardly plan hidden behind the innocent suggestion of a 'walk in the park.' Being who he was, he had to add that last technological touch: a 'magic bullet' vibrator keyed to start if the pedometer showed she was stationary for too long. 'Overkill, always overkill, he never knows when to stop!' Just as she reached him, her control faltered, and the tsunami of feelings that she had been holding at bay for so long overwhelmed her. She had just enough presence of mind to bite down on the scream of her release, but she was unable to stay upright as the strength left her legs, and her hips jerked backwards and forwards in an unconscious effort to bring off a non-existent lover. Friday came round to find herself sitting cuddled on his lap as they sat on a nearby park bench. Several onlookers whispered amongst themselves, but refrained from pointing. "Did I?" "Oh yes, and how!" Friday blushed. "See I told you I could make you blush." -Fin-

Authors/arty/friday/blush.txt

Maa

'Hey Maa, I seek your blessing for this divine copulation. Welcome me in your depths, from where I came and to where I want to arrive.' Keeping my hands on either side of her, I looked into her eyes twinkling with pleasure and a hint of tears. 'Come, my son, your mother welcomes you. But you have to promise that you will follow your duty and respect the boundaries of our love.' Saying this, she held my penis and placed it at the opening of her pussy. With a slight movement of her hips, she urged me to push. I backed to kneel again between her thighs and watched my penis slowly disappearing into her depths. I saw her labia stretching to accommodate and her engorged clit quivering. The feeling was too good to bear, so I pulled out all the way and, holding her waist, pushed it all the way in with one smooth stroke. Amma gasped and let out a long moan. I looked up at her, and to my surprise, her eyes were locked on mine. She kept looking at me and then raised her arms, beckoning me to lie on her. I sank into her arms, put my lips on hers, and probed my tongue inside, which she welcomed and started to suck on. I started to move, not exactly intending to saw into her but just to keep the sensitivity alive. Amma, looking intent, raised her legs and crossed them over my back. Taking the cue, I started to fuck her in deep, long, slow strokes and settled into a rhythm. I continued this without any hurry, and our eyes locked into each other. She gave sensuous looks, biting her lower lip and murmuring 'ooo...ooff! Aa..ah beta! Hmmm..hmph!' This drove me wild, but with tremendous self-restraint, I maintained the slow fucking. Keeping myself in her, I raised and sat kneeling between her thighs. I wanted to look at her, and I soaked up her image of a lady in love, roaming my eyes all over her until I saw my rod embedded in her. I pushed it a little and then pulled out, and it felt exotic, my penis glistening with juices going in and out of my beloved mom's pussy. 'What I see in your eyes cannot be sin. I never felt anything lacking, yet I am feeling a completeness. Come, my darling son, give your mother what she had been waiting for without even knowing.' Saying this, she spread her thighs in an almost impossible posture, lifted her thighs, hooked her elbows underneath her knees, and pulled upwards until her arse got upturned and her pussy exposed to receive me. I hunched on her, placing my hands on her sides, and started to hump her with hard, deep plunges. Every time I struck hard into her depths, her pussy tilted backwards, giving me even deeper penetration. I maintained a deep fucking rhythm, sending ripples in her belly. Her breasts swayed with every thrust, and she arched her back and lifted her chin. 'Pee lo beta, I wish I still had them full.' I sucked harder, mauling her breasts and alternating between the nipples. I continued to saw my penis hard and fast inside Amma, my hips pounding her pudendum with an urgency, making hard slapping sounds which, in harmony with her moans, hisses, and incoherent encouragement, was music. Suddenly, in an urgent move, she got her legs down, planted her feet firmly on the bed with her knees bent and raised. She started to raise her hips with every move, ramming my hips hard onto her pussy and raising her hips to meet me. She did it with such vigor that it was becoming difficult for me to keep pace with her. 'Chinu, my darling son, do it...do it harder, my son, take me across this wide or I will die.' With that, she urged me on, and I started to ram into her deep. I placed my mouth on her breasts and suckled on her nips, biting them hard, and she moaned 'aa..aaaah! beta.' Her jabs were getting shorter and more urgent, and she was getting there. I moved on to kiss her, and she immediately pushed her tongue inside, and I sucked hardly on her tongue. 'Aii....i...y..y...iii...eee.e.....aaaaah!' She arched her back to an impossible angle, raising her entire body and supporting our joint weight on her shoulders and feet, and started to release. She scratched and dug nails into my back, holding that pose for a few seconds before slumping back, screaming 'don't stop, my son, or I will die. Just give it to me, my son, GIVE IT.' She once again raised her thighs, and I held them and pushed them over to expose her slobbering pussy, starting to saw my penis in long and hard strokes. I knew she was in the middle of her pent-up orgasm and desperately needed hard fucking to let go. 'Yes...yes....my darling son, just a little more...a little more, my child. Aaaa....rrnn...ghhhhh..! Chinuuuuuuuuu........I am there, my son, hold me.' And she clutched me in her vice-like grip and held me still. I let go of her thighs and fucked her in short jabs as she bucked her hips to take more of me inside. She did not ooze but rather bled her juices profusely, and my penis was making a sloshing sound going in and out of her pussy. Now she lay relaxed and loose, sweat pouring from her body. She smelled of sweat and sex, and it drove me nuts. I stayed still, burying my face between her breasts, inhaling her intoxicating aroma. Amma pushed me, holding my shoulders, and looked at me lovingly, running her fingers on my face. She smiled, her face glowing, and she once again lifted her thighs and wriggled her arse to remind me of fucking. I resumed in nice, slow strokes, observing the expressions on her face. 'Oh Chinu, I never had such an explosive orgasm ever before in my life.' She said haltingly between her moans. I reached to kiss her with a smile. 'I love you, Amma,' and she held my face and kissed my forehead, eyes, nose, and then on the mouth, sucking my lower lip into her. I was striving for my own peak, thus started to fuck with long and hard strokes. I pulled out more than half and then jabbed it hard into her. She reciprocated by pulling her thighs further up and thus receiving me in her upturned pussy to the hilt.Initially, she kept mewing and sucking in, but as the tempo increased, she rode high on her own excitement, encouraging me. "Oooo...oof, Son, fill me up, sow your seed in your mother's womb, my darling." And so on. I realized we were not using any protection, and she could get knocked up. Erotic feeling, huh! Knocking up the womb that carried you for 9 months. But soon, my worries were put to rest. "Chinoo... Kash ki main garbh dharan kar sakti. Tumhare virya se sthapit garbh mere bachche. Beta, apne virya se meri yoni bhar do. Aa...aaah, Chinu, bhar do mujhe." (Chinu, I wish I could get pregnant by your seed. Oh! How I crave to carry a child by you. Darling, fill my vagina with your seed, son, FILL ME UP.) She was now completely out of her mould of worldly alignments. She was open-heartedly exclaiming her love and desire. I too was reaching my peak. Eager to bring this union to conclusion, I started fucking hard and fast. I moved on to hold her breasts for leverage and started to savagely saw into her. It must have been painful as I held her breasts with all my strength and pulled them to ram into her. I felt my orgasm building up. "Amma .....Oh my beloved, here I come. Oh Ma, take me in you, accept my seed. Oooooooooo....ooh! Ma." "Cum, my darling son, bless your mother's pussy with your virile seed. This vagina longed your seed for my uncountable past lives. Come, my darling, fill me up." I let go of her breasts, snaked my arm underneath her neck, and pulled her to kiss. I mashed her mouth with mine and started to shoot my cum into her. She sensed my eruption and, planting her feet on the bed, started to buck her hips to receive me. She reached out for my bums and started to slam-bam again. "Oh Chinuuu...uuuu. I am gone again." She let out an animal grunt and continued to her second orgasm, humping me back. She grunted with every stroke. I bucked my hips to pour all that was there in her willing womb. My frantic humps faded into slow bucking till my mother squeezed all of what she wanted. After our fucking frenzy came to an end, we laid spent and exhausted. Me on top of her while she held me close and tight with her arms across my back. I sensed her pussy pulsing and gripping my penis in her post-orgasm rigors. The feeling was exquisite, as she milked my penis with her pussy, I moved again a little, only to be stopped by her. She asked me to stay still and let her feel me inside. My penis shrunk and popped out of her. Amma smiled at me and asked me to get off, saying that she needs to clean herself. I slid off her and laid by her side. She sat up, looked between her spread-out legs, and exclaimed, "Chinu, dekho tumne kya kiya hai." (Chinu, see what you have done.) I got up and looked; there was a puddle of our juices at the base of her pussy on the bed, and her vagina was still leaking my cum. I looked up, and she smiled, "I am sorry, son, all this virile seed of yours is wasted. In Shivangi's (My Wife) womb, it could have made a fine son. If only I could carry." She reached to give me a peck on the lips. I scooped the fluid and rubbed it on her breasts, I kissed her full on her mouth, and pushed my finger into her.When she saw it, she loved it so much that now she wants a handy cam around every time we make love. Suddenly, in an urgent move, she got her legs down, planted her feet firmly on the bed with her knees bent and raised. She started to raise her hips with every move. God almighty, she was now humping me from below. She was ramming my hips hard onto her pussy and raising her hips to meet me. She did it with such vigor that it was becoming difficult for me to keep pace with her. There was a riot on the bed, desperate slamming of our bodies with moans, hisses, and grunts echoing in the room. I sensed she was approaching her orgasm. I played along with no moves of my own. I played an instrument, taking my mother to her peak. She was humping so hard that I found myself completely out of control and was like a doll between her thighs. "Chinu...aa...aahh.....chinu, bкte, do it ....do it harder, my son, take me across this wide or I will die, ooooooo....ooooohhh! Beta, main majhdhar mein hun, mujhe par kara de mere bachche." (Oh my darling son, I am just about to arrive, son, please pull me over.) With that, she urged me on, and I started to ram into her deep. I placed my mouth on her breasts and suckled on her nips. I bit them hard, and she moaned "aa..aaaah! Beta." Her jabs were getting shorter and with urgency; she was getting there. I moved on to kiss her. She immediately pushed her tongue inside, and I sucked hardly on her tongue. "Aii....i...y..y...iii...eee.e.....aaaaah!" She arched her back to an impossible angle, raising her entire body and supporting our joint weight on her shoulders and feet, and started to release. She scratched and dug nails into my back. She held that pose for a few seconds and slumped back, screaming, "Ruk mat, beta, nahin to meri jaan nikal jayegi. Mujhe de do, beta." (Oh my son, don't stop, or I will die, just give it to me, my son, GIVE IT.) She once again raised her thighs. I held her thighs and pushed them over to expose her slobbering pussy and started to saw my penis in long and hard strokes. I knew she was in the middle of her pent-up orgasm and desperately needed hard fucking to let go. "Yes...yes....mere bкte, bas thoda aur ....thoda aur mere bachche aaaa....rrnn...ghhhhh..! Chinuuuuuuuuu........main gayi, mujhe sambhal, beta." (YesSSSS......SSSSS, my darling, yeah.. a little more, haaaaa.rder.. ....I am just there, darling, just there.... Honey, harder ...shr..i..e..k, I am losing it, chinu, hold me, honey.) And she clutched me in her vice-like grip and held me still. I let go of her thighs and fucked her in short jabs; she bucked her hips to take more of me inside. She did not ooze, rather bled her juices profusely, and my penis was making a sloshing sound going in and out of her pussy. Now she lay relaxed and loose, sweat poured from her body. She smelled of sweat and sex, and it drove me nuts. I stayed still, burying my face between her breasts, inhaling her intoxicating aroma. Amma pushed me, holding my shoulders, and looked at me lovingly, running her fingers on my face. She smiled, her face was glowing, she was a different woman now, and she once again lifted her thighs and wriggled her arse to remind me of fucking. I resumed in nice slow strokes, observing expressions on her face. "OH...Chinu, aisa visphotak charam maine aaj tak anubhav nahin kiya." (Oh Chinu, I never had such an explosive orgasm ever before in my life.) She said haltingly between her moans. I reached to kiss her with a smile. "I love you, Amma," she held my face and kissed my forehead, eyes, nose, and then on my mouth, sucking my lower lip into hers. I was striving for my own peak, thus started to fuck with long and hard strokes. I pulled out more than half and then jabbed it hard in her. She reciprocated by pulling her thighs further up and thus receiving me in her upturned pussy to the hilt. Initially, she kept mewing and sucking in, but as the tempo increased, she rode high on her own excitement, encouraging me. "Oooo...oof Son, fill me up, sow your seed in your mother's womb, my darling." And so on. I realized we were not using any protection, and she could get knocked up. Erotic feeling, huh! Knocking up the womb that carried you for 9 months. But soon, my worries were put to rest. "Chinoo... Kash ki main garbh dharan kar sakti. Tumhare virya se sthapit garbh mere bachche. Beta, apne virya se meri yoni bhar do. Aa...aaah Chinu, bhar do mujhe." (Chinu, I wish I could get pregnant by your seed. Oh! How I crave to carry a child by you. Darling, fill my vagina with your seed, son, FILL ME UP.) She was now completely out of her mould of worldly alignments. She was open-heartedly exclaiming her love and desire. I too was reaching my peak. Eager to bring this union to conclusion, I started fucking hard and fast. I moved on to hold her breasts for leverage and started to savagely saw into her. It must have been painful as I held her breasts with all my strength and pulled them to ram into her. I felt my orgasm building up. "Amma .....Oh my beloved, here I come. Oh Ma, take me in you, accept my seed. Oooooooooo....ooh! Ma." "Cum, my darling son, bless your mother's pussy with your virile seed. This vagina longed your seed for my uncountable past lives. Come, my darling, fill me up." I let go of her breasts, snaked an arm underneath her neck, and pulled her to kiss. I mashed her mouth with mine and started to shoot my cum into her. She sensed my eruption and, planting her feet on the bed, started to buck her hips to receive me. She reached out for my bums and started to slam-bam again. "Oh Chinuuu...uuuu. I am gone again." She let out an animal grunt and continued to her second orgasm, humping me back. She grunted with every stroke. I bucked my hips to pour all that was there in her willing womb. My frantic humps faded into slow bucking until my mother squeezed all of what she wanted. After our fucking frenzy came to an end, we laid spent and exhausted. Me on top of her while she held me close and tight with her arms across my back. I sensed her pussy pulsing and gripping my penis in her post-orgasm rigors. The feeling was exquisite, as she milked my penis with her pussy, I moved again a little, only to be stopped by her. She asked me to stay still and let her feel me inside. My penis shrunk and popped out of her. Amma smiled at me and asked me to get off, saying that she needs to clean herself. I slid off her and laid by her side. She sat up, looked between her spread-out legs, and exclaimed, "Chinu, dekho tumne kya kiya hai." (Chinu, see what you have done.) I got up and looked; there was a puddle of our juices at the base of her pussy on the bed, and her vagina was still leaking my cum. I looked up, and she smiled, "I am sorry, son, all this virile seed of yours is wasted. In Shivangi's (My Wife) womb, it could have made a fine son. If only I could carry." She reached to give me a peck on the lips. I scooped the fluid and rubbed it on her breasts, I kissed her full on her mouth, and pushed my finger into her.

Authors/kamasutra/July - December 2013 -Multiple stories in one file/Maa.txt

M. Sherlocke-Romianik

Shy - Part 8 - Jasmine

'You want a ride home?' I asked her as we walked into the parking lot together. 'Um, it's okay, I can walk.' 'It's right on my way, and those heels can't be comfortable to walk in,' I reasoned, looking appreciatively up and down her legs. I could see that she agreed with me, it was just the principle of it. 'Okay, if you're sure it's no trouble.' I smiled my sweetest smile. 'It's no trouble at all.' It was, but it would be worth it. I opened my car door for her, and she climbed in, giving me a good glimpse of thigh as she slipped into the seat. I walked around to the other side of the car and slid into the driver's seat. I started the engine and pulled out of the lot. 'So,' I said as I drove, 'how's your boyfriend?' 'Oh, you know, typical male, always wanting something, never giving anything back. We're going through an "off" period where we're supposed to be taking time apart.' 'Right. Think it'll help?' 'Not likely, I'm sure he's screwing the bimbo on the top floor of his building.' Her eyes were downcast, and she looked uncomfortable, as though she didn't want to reveal this much information, but couldn't help it. 'You know,' I said soothingly, 'He's probably not worth it. I'm real easy to talk to. I've had my share of problems.' 'Yeah, I've heard you get around,' she said jokingly. 'You want a piece then?' I said casually and looked at her reaction. By the look on her face, I could tell I had shocked her, but beneath that was something more. A flicker of hope grew in me. 'That was the turning for my street,' she said, avoiding the subject. I turned the car into a cul-de-sac and killed the engine. I undid my seatbelt and turned to look at her. 'Wha...' she started to say, before I silenced her with my mouth, pressing my lips firmly against hers. Her eyes opened wide and then fluttered closed as my tongue slid over her lips. I closed mine too, and her lips parted, allowing me to press my tongue into her mouth. My hand reached up to the back of her neck and pulled her hair free from the band that held it. It cascaded softly around her face and brushed against my cheek as I kissed her. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. I could smell her perfume, her shampoo, her moisturizer. She was real and in my arms. Then reality slammed down on her. She pulled back and pushed me away. 'I'm not gay!' She said defiantly. 'I know that, I never said you were.' 'Then why the hell did you kiss me?' Her eyes flashed angrily. I cocked my head to one side. 'Because you wanted me to.' Ever the logical one. She looked perplexed. 'I didn't though.' 'Liar.' She undid her seatbelt and opened the door. Her cute little ass bounced its way out of my car. I bolted out of my door and moved quickly to meet her by the hood of the car. I took hold of her arm and pulled her to face me. 'Tell me you don't want me.' My voice was filled with passion now. 'I don't want you.' Her voice trembled. I didn't believe her. I'd seen this before. 'You know where my house is, don't you?' I moved to plan B. She nodded. 'Good. I'll be home tonight and tomorrow morning. Think about it. If you change your mind, come and knock on my door. I don't care what time it is. I'm not going to push you, but I really think you're lying.' 'I just, I don't think I'm ready for this. I mean... I've looked at you and people have said things about you swinging both ways. I guess I never believed them. I guess I was always curious because none of the things I heard were... bad. I just don't think I'm gay.' She was struggling with this. 'Even if you aren't, there's a really good way to know. I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that I don't want you, because I do. I'm just saying that if you want me, then you know where I live. If you cut through that alleyway, you'll be right at your house.' I leaned in and kissed her gently on the mouth. Her tongue responded briefly, and then she was walking away. I watched her go and stepped back into my car, driving the short distance home quickly. I walked into my bedroom and slipped out of my dress. I sat heavily on my bed and lay back against the blue pillows. I stared up at the ceiling and sighed heavily. I licked my lips and tasted the tiniest bit of blood. The cut there had opened slightly. It didn't hurt; it just made me remember. This was a rare time for me. My house. My sanctuary. I didn't spend a whole lot of time here. My thoughts turned to the brunette. Close, but yet so far. I wasn't going to force the issue. I knew girls like her, had been one once. I knew full well she'd come around. She was curious. Besides, the whole playing hard to get thing had been a bit of a turn-on. I was caressing my breasts before I realized I was doing it. Playfully pulling at the nipples, making them hard and tingly. I slid my fingers under the flimsy fabric of my bra and felt the gentle tightening of skin around my nipples rising into firm points. I undid the front clasp and pulled off my bra, tossing it to the floor. I ran both hands down from my neck, over my breasts and across my belly, slipping my fingers under the waistband of my panties and tracing over the smooth skin below. I stripped off my underwear and crossed the room, feeling my tits bounce free as I walked. I picked up my favorite strawberry moisturizer from my desk and returned to my bed. I flipped the cap off and squeezed the light pink cream down my body. I drew a line from my neck to just above my pussy and squeezed another blob onto each breast. I recapped the tube and put it next to me on the bed. I ran my hands over my breasts, feeling the cool goo ooze through my fingers. The scent of ripe strawberries washed over me, and I felt my body start to tingle. I kneaded and played with my breasts, sighing gently at the luxury of smoothing the cream over my skin. I rubbed lower, across my belly and down to my pussy, my skin soft there, rapidly absorbing the moisturizer. I ran a hand over my center, juice from my pussy mingling with the cream, making me completely slick. My pussy started to ache. I was worked up by now, no brunette to play with. I dipped a wet finger into my hole, feeling my inner walls soft and hot. My touch made me ache even more, and I slid my other hand down to tease my clit while I finger-fucked myself. I rubbed in little circles around my clit, which was harder by now. I jerked my finger out of my pussy and switched hands, this time putting two fingers in. My hips moved in time with my fingers as my right hand flew over my clit. I gasped and moved faster, a blush of red creeping up across my breasts as I grew hotter and started to pant. I pushed my fingers in and out of myself, my juice creeping out of me, spreading all around my pussy and onto my thighs. I moaned and lost control, moving fast and hard, pushing myself further and further into pleasure. I cried out as I came, arching my back hard with my fingers buried as deep as they could go inside me. My hand left my clit and gripped the bed sheets as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me. I moaned again and lay flat back down, panting hard. I could feel my pulse throbbing at my center, and I lay there, fingers inside me. I felt better, much better. I rolled onto my side and curled up. My body started to cool down, and I closed my eyes, resting, peaceful.

Authors/msromianik/Shy08.txt

Sleaze n Tease

Waiting For Dawn To Come

'Typical,' Ed moaned, pulling up his trousers and staggering to the ringing phone. On the TV, an extended tongue was paused on its way to a shaved pussy. He picked up the phone and managed a reasonably polite 'hello'. 'Hi, Ed?' A woman's voice he couldn't place. 'Yes?' 'Hi, it's Dawn.' Dawn from work? She had never phoned his house before. 'Hi, how are you doing?' he said. 'Yeah, I'm good. How are you?' 'Well, you've interrupted me, actually - I was just about to have a wank.' She burst out laughing and Ed smiled, picturing her. Dawn was blonde, gorgeous and, of course, unavailable - just like his other attractive female friends. Not that he had a hope in Hell, anyway - he was always The Funny Friend. He had forgotten how to be anything else. 'No, I'm all right,' he said. 'Day off, so...just chilling out and stuff.' 'You weren't really...' 'No!' he laughed, 'I was actually making a cup of tea. So, is everything all right?' 'I'm locked out of the house.' Ed snorted. 'It's not funny!' Dawn said, but she was laughing. 'I told John not to take the keys this morning, but he did, the idiot.' The boyfriend. Ed had seen him in photographs; he was a good-looking bastard. 'What about your neighbours?' he said. 'Nobody's in. Well, I think the Camerons are in, but no way am I sitting with them for four hours.' 'So...' 'I was wondering...' 'You want to come over here and wait?' 'Oh, can I? Ed, that would be so great! You don't have company?' 'No, come right over.' 'Oh, you're a star!' Ed blushed, as he always did with compliments. 'Number 58,' he said. '58, sure.' 'How long will you be?' 'About five or ten minutes, I think; I'm in the car. Is that all right?' Five or ten minutes! His place was nowhere near chick-ready. 'Yeah, great. See you in a bit,' he said. 'Bye-ee!' Ed put down the phone and glanced at his masturbation set-up in the living room. Driven by panic, he got to work. * While Ed was in the bathroom refreshing his armpits with deodorant, the doorbell rang. It had been over ten minutes since the phone call had ended and he had managed to make the living room somewhat presentable - i.e., porn-free. He hoped. He opened the front door. 'Hey!' he said. 'Hey!' Dawn replied. God, she's a knockout, he thought to himself. Dawn was one of those women who always got away with being overdressed. Today she was wearing a low-cut black top with short sleeves and tight black trousers. As Ed stepped aside to let her in, he checked just how tight they were. Very tight, he confirmed. 'I'm going to kill John when I see him!' she said. Right away with the boyfriend. In case I forget, Ed thought. He noticed that the pendant on her necklace was nestled in her cleavage - a cruel test for any man. He was doing well to avoid its lure, but as a consequence he was standing in front of her like a mute. Say something! 'Cup of tea?' he asked. Her smile melted his insides. 'I'd kill for one!' 'Follow me, madam,' he said, and led her to the kitchen. * 'Oh!' Dawn said, and swigged the last of her tea. 'I need to check my e-mail. Can I do it here?' Ed's stomach flipped. That would mean going to his bedroom, which he hadn't cleared for chick access. The bed wasn't made, yesterday's socks were probably still on the floor, maybe his underwear, too...what else? Porn? No, most of that was on the comp- Shit! Despite these thoughts, he heard himself say: 'Sure, let's go.' Ed led the way up the stairs very slowly, as if he were being taken to a cell; he had just remembered that his desktop picture showed a nude, Nordic goddess displaying considerable imagination with a garden hose. 'Mind if I use your bathroom?' Yes! Ed screamed in his head. Take a big, long dump, I beg you! 'Sure, here it is,' he said, pointing to it. He heard the door close. He bolted for the bedroom. The computer booted up while he tidied the room. He felt like he had OCD, the number of times he was rearranging stuff. On top of the trashy horror novel he was currently reading he placed his unread copy of Kafka's The Castle, which had a cool, arty cover. Yeah, Ed, cause we all know that chicks drop their pants for guys who read Kafka. Well-known fact. Kafka on your bookshelf? They'll blow you on the spot. Ed knew he was being foolish. He also felt guilty because Dawn was his friend. He valued their friendship, but at the same time he wanted to ride her like a pony. Plus, she had a boyfriend. He would never do that to another guy. It was loathsome. He heard the toilet flush. The Nordic stunner had been replaced by a picture of the Moon, but what about the porn files - would she see any of them? The bathroom door clicked open and he heard Dawn's skipping footsteps. Too late to do anything about it now. 'That is by far the cleanest bathroom in any guy's house, ever!' she said. Ed smiled. It was true; he liked a spotless bathroom. 'Here, have a seat,' he said, offering his chair to her. 'Haven't you got one for yourself?' 'You take this one, I'll get one from the other room.' 'Thanks,' she said, sitting down and sidling up to the monitor. Ed returned with the chair and sat down a few feet away from Dawn, giving her space to read her e-mail. 'Cream Pie Addicts 2?' Dawn said. Ed's blood ran cold. He looked up to see her navigating the folders on his hard drive. What the hell was she doing? 'Uh, what?' 'Triple X Beach Party, An Assful of Cum Volume 4, Cum Catching Bitch-' 'Whoa, whoa!' Ed wheeled his chair across, bumping into Dawn's, and tried to cover the monitor with his hands as a joke. Dawn laughed. 'So this is your porn stash?' 'Yes, it appears you have accidentally come across it,' he said, trying his best to make light of it. He suddenly realised that their knees were touching. He didn't want to move away in case it seemed rude. 'Let's have a look at one,' she said, a mischievous look on her face. Ed watched in amazement as she double-clicked 'Cream Pie Addicts 2', a series of porn vignettes. Each ended with a load of come oozing out of a pussy or ass. Ed was hoping that Dawn would think it was set in a bakery. 'Is there a story to this?' she said. 'Oh yeah, it's real Dickens material.' She giggled and nudged his side with her elbow. The movie played in a large window on the monitor. A well-endowed blonde who looked uncomfortably close to Dawn strutted into view. She was having an inane conversation with the cameraman and taking off her clothes. Wearing only a white G-string and clear heels, she sat down on a couch and began to massage her breasts. I'm watching a porn film with Dawn, Ed thought. I'm confused. Dawn wasn't saying anything. She seemed very interested in the movie. 'The acting is great, isn't it?' Ed said. Dawn smiled. 'It's pretty hot.' 'Pretty hot'? Is she getting turned on by this? With me right next to her? The woman was rubbing her pussy through the fabric of the G-string. A man came into view and pulled off the G-string. Cue large close-ups of him eating her out. The sounds of licking and moaning floated out of the speakers on the desk. Ed's face felt hot. Sweat tickled his underarms, despite the deodorant. He could see Dawn's expression on the monitor's reflected surface - she was transfixed. In his peripheral vision, he could swear that she was stroking her thigh. Ed thought that his heart was going to burst out of his chest. Plus, he was getting a raging hard-on. He wanted to move but he was acutely aware that their knees were still touching, and breaking the spell of this moment would surely be heresy. 'That's right, suck it,' the man said, the woman obliging. Dawn made a sound like a moan. She coughed in an attempt to cover it up. Ed turned to look at her. Her face seemed very close to his. She looked at him. Her eyes flicked downwards to his crotch. She stared at it for a long time. At some point her hand reached out and landed on the fabric of his trousers. Almost a minute passed in that finely balanced position, the two of them like statues - the only movement in the room the fleshy flickering on the monitor. Then the line was crossed: her fingers squeezed his crotch, and Ed inhaled sharply. Dawn stood up and straddled Ed, sitting right on his lap, her tits in his face. She forced them against his mouth and he opened wide, getting a taste of cotton-covered breast. Her hands tugged down on her top and B-cups, causing her breasts to spring out and point right at him. Ed dove his face in, licking his way across her tanned cleavage, sucking the mound of one tit while feeling the other. As he did this, Dawn worked her pelvis, grinding her crotch into Ed's, her arms around his neck.Ed's hands reached down and cupped her ass. He squeezed and pulled her body into his. She pulled away while his mouth was on her tit - there was a wet pop as it came out - and stood up. Her hand pulled on Ed's waistband. He stood up and she helped him out of his trousers while he lifted off his shirt. She jerked down his boxer shorts, and before he could even step out of them she had his erection in her mouth, sucking hard on it. While her hands squeezed his ass, she licked an exquisitely slow path from the tip of his penis, along the underside of his shaft, right down to his balls. Which she began to suck. Ed's opinions of his ex-girlfriends' oral techniques had plummeted. Dawn had both balls in her hot mouth, her tongue gently working them over. She popped them out and paused to get her breath back. Ed touched her shoulders and she stood up. They exchanged an impatient kiss, Ed moving down quickly to her neck. He stepped back as she removed her contorted top and bra, then he bent down to her breasts. As he tongued her erect nipples, his hand pressed down past her tummy and tucked inside her waistband. She undid a button on her trousers, allowing his hand to advance to her crotch. He pressed against her panties and felt the dampness there. He moved his hand inside them and felt the crispy curls of her pubic hair, then he slid down further where her flesh yielded and he was inside her, where it was so soft and wet. She moaned into his ear and his cock pressed painfully against her leg. Dawn made an anguished sound and stepped back, almost tearing off her trousers and underwear. They were both naked now. She tugged Ed's arm and brought him over to the bed, where she lay back and spread her legs. He dived down and licked the inside of her thigh. She moaned as if to say "Come on," but he teased her, suddenly thinking he was some kind of stud. He licked and kissed her other thigh, moving right up to her pussy, but he caved as her smell filled his nostrils - an incredible smell of heat and sex. He licked his way up the lips of her pussy to her clit and then slid a finger inside her, then two. She was well lubricated. His fingers worked inside her as he moved his tongue flat across her firm, pink bud. Dawn was getting vocal now, high-pitched ohs and aaaahs escaping from her. He pulled his fingers out, wet with her juices; she took his hand and stared at him while she sucked his fingers clean. He put them back in and worked her pussy hard, curling his fingers upwards as he pushed in and out. With each stroke his thumb brushed her clit. Eventually he felt the spongy surface of her G-spot. As soon as the tips of his fingers rubbed against it, she screamed, 'Oh fuck!', and so he continued. He returned his tongue to her clit, soaking it liberally. She was hardly making any sound now, he noticed. Then she erupted. She had been silent because her breath had stopped; it came out in a guttural scream that boomed out of her and then rose in pitch, and Ed thought, "Fucking hell!" Amazed by her reaction but wanting to top it, his fingers pumped even harder, his tongue slithering across her clit in double-quick time. She screamed again and her body jerked like a single muscle tensing. Then she collapsed. She was laughing softly. 'Oh...my...God!' she said. His face rose to meet hers, and she kissed him all over. 'Have you got a condom?' she breathed. Ed nodded and searched his bedside drawer with trembling hands. "I hope these aren't out of date," he thought, taking one out of its carton. On the monitor, the man's ass was bobbing up and down, his cock pile-driving into the woman's pussy. Ed watched, trying to keep his erection. Dawn was also watching the monitor, stroking herself idly between her legs. "I'm spoilt for choice," he thought. Ed freed the slimy rubber from the wrapper. He looked up and saw Dawn getting on all fours, her ass wiggling in the air. She gestured towards the monitor, smiling. The woman in the film was doing the same. Ed pulled the sheath over himself and stood behind Dawn. Her hand reached down and she guided the head of his penis into her. Ed pushed himself in all the way, and they both moaned. He slid in and out, slowly increasing the tempo. He loved how she backed into him. "What a view," he thought. He was thrusting into her hard and fast now, watching her body jolt as her ass slapped against him. He could feel himself ready to release already and he cursed himself, wishing he could last longer. His rhythm faltered, and Dawn turned to look at him. 'Here,' she said, easing his cock out of her and turning to face him. She rolled the condom off him and chucked it on the floor. She knelt before him and soaked his dick with saliva; then she began to jerk him off. With her other hand she massaged his balls and stroked his perineum, as if summoning the come out of him. 'Ah...ah, ah...' Ed breathed, on the brink. Dawn opened wide and pumped her fist even faster, flicking the tip of his cock with her tongue. "Christ!" He exploded, shooting thick arcs of semen into her mouth. Once, twice, three times - she really had a mouthful of it. Her mouth enveloped him while he was still coming, and he pulsed inside her hot mouth. He could feel her tongue swirling the come all around him and then she sucked it away, swallowing it. His dick was still dribbling it out, but she licked every last drop of him. She looked up at him with a cute smile on her face, like a little kid proud of finishing everything on her plate. Ed collapsed in a heap; Dawn laughed and fell down beside him. * * * Two weeks later, Ed received this e-mail: From: Dawn Subject: [blank] To: Ed hey, i took a holiday, although i'm guessing someone at work already told you that. i would have phoned but i couldn't think what to say. john's been working up north for the last 2 weeks, and he'll be there for another 2. i was wondering...i'm off tomorrow afternoon and after the gym i might phone u up and pretend that im locked out again, just like i did two weeks ago. that ok with you?

Authors/Sleaze_n_Tease/waitingfordawntocome.txt

Dublin Delights Chapter 8

'Oh, my God, this is going to happen. And only three days ago, I never dreamed that I would feel like this toward another guy.' I smiled. 'And three days ago, I wasn't this happy. I guess that I have always felt like this, I just pushed it so far down that I had forgotten. I didn't want to face it. Now I felt a surge of confidence and security. With Aaron at my side, I could face Satan himself and not feel a shred of fear. Throwing my arms up into the air, I fell back onto the bed, my eyes closed. 'I felt so free and powerful, yet surrounded in the most delicate of blankets. I felt so warm and comfortable. This is it, this is what I have always wanted.' Lost in my thoughts, I never heard Aaron approach the bed. He sat and then stretched next to me. Instinctively, I rolled and captured him into my arms. I could feel his chest against mine, with only cloth separating us. It was exhilarating, just being next to him. I looked into his eyes, the green jungle enveloping me. I closed my eyes and just felt him, felt him next to me. A sudden jolt of electricity shocked me as his lips pressed into mine. The kindling of passion roared into a bonfire. I wanted him... I wanted him now. My lips parted a bit and our tongues met; I didn't think that fire could get any hotter, but it did. That kiss seemed to last for what felt like an eternity, eventually he released, much to my disappointment. "What about that shower," he said. "Who cares," truthfully I intended to skip the shower and go right to bed. Not to sleep either. "I do; we stink." "Oh, I hadn't noticed." I must have been too enthralled with passion that hygiene didn't play a part. I agreed with him. We did stink. I wrinkled my nose and sat up. Staring at him, I started to break into giggles. "What is so funny," he asked. "I don't know, it's just that you said, 'I do; we stink,' I just found that funny all of a sudden." I said between fits of laughter. He soon broke down too, and we were rolling in laughter. We eventually calmed down. Still on the bed, I started to get off. I slipped right next to him, I kissed him below the ear and whispered, "Are you coming?" He put on this devilish grin and quickly followed me into the bathroom. The room itself was immaculate. A tub at the far end was big enough to accommodate us perfectly. Not too small, but small enough that we must always have physical contact. As soon as I was in there, butterflies started to migrate to my stomach. I felt so nervous, no... apprehension might be a better word to use. But why? I wanted this so bad. I wanted to be with him, forever. I wanted to love him, so why did this feel weird? I turned around only to see in him the exact same feeling. I smiled and said, "You're nervous, aren't you?" "Yeah, I have never done anything like this before. I was hoping that you had." "Looks like we are going to have to play this by ear, because I am in the same boat you are." His eyes looked right at me. Just looking at his perfect face gave me all the encouragement I needed. Stepping up to him, I cupped his cheeks and kissed him deeply. My hand dropped to and caressed the small of his back. One of his hands slid down my back, I could feel little shivers. The other he rested on my chest. I felt my heart beat against his palm. As we kissed, his hand moved up around my neck to the back of my head and pulled my head into his. Our lips, our tongues, our souls were intertwined. My hands grabbed his ass and pulled him as close to me as possible without becoming one. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. Small moans escaped from our lips as we sucked in air. My hands slid back up and grabbed hold of the bottom of his shirt. I didn't want to waste any more time. He got the hint and did the same to me. I pulled his shirt over his head, and I was greeted by the most wonderful sight. 'My God! he is perfect.' His slightly tanned skin was smooth, and he had the development of a good six-pack. His nipples stood erect and were perfectly proportional. Like I said, an Adonis. He pulled my shirt over my head, but I soon grouped his body once more. This time for the front of his pants. They were soon down to his ankles, and for some odd reason mine were too; I didn't even feel them drop. We both stepped out, and he lunged at me for another barrage of kisses. I stopped him. "What, is this," he said. I put a finger up to his lips and mouthed a shhhhhhhh. He stood paralyzed at this odd behavior. I stepped back and turned around. I reached out for the shower knobs and turned them to reach the right temperature. I turned around to see that Aaron had taken off his boxer briefs. I gasped and jumped back, almost landing in the tub. 'My God, that is the most beautiful tool I have ever seen! Well, besides my own, it is the ONLY tool I have ever seen. Nevertheless, it was beautiful.' Like a flash, I jumped out of my boxers and stood there. I eyed him up and down, and he was doing the same. Since we don't take showers in PE, this is the first time I have seen another guy naked. Feeling courageous, I walked up to him and pulled him close, again our lips met, only this time, there was nothing separating us. We were chest to chest, mouth to mouth, and hard cock to hard cock. I could feel the heat that thing was generating. 'WOW!!!' Reluctantly, I pulled back. I grabbed his wrist and stepped under the warm spray. Instantly, any tensions and worries went away, the fact that soothing water fell down my back and caressed Aaron's face made everything else in the universe disappear. "Turn around." I told him. He complied. I started to massage his shoulders. I stepped closer. My hands moved down to his shoulder blades. I stepped closer. My hands sank to his sides. I stepped closer, and my hands encircled him. I reached for the soap and lathered up his chest from behind. My soapy hands lathered up his stomach, and they finally sank to his crotch. There my hands skipped his dick and went straight for the balls. I lathered them up real nice by rolling them around in my hands. His head swung back and rested in the crook of my neck. I started to kiss his shoulder and neck as my hands started to stroke his raging hard-on. I pulled one hand away and pinched his left nipple. He let out a gasp. He let out moans, and his breathing became heavier. I knew he was getting close, so I stopped. He quickly turned around and looked at me with want and need. I smiled and put my finger up to his lips and mouthed a shhhhhhhh. I let the water wash the soap off of him as I kissed down his chest. I spent little time on each nipple. I quickly moved down, and finally, his cock was staring me right in the face. 'Oh, God, I don't believe that I am going to do this, please let me do it right. How am I going to fit that six-inch monster into my mouth.' (Alright for your first time, anything seems big) No guts, no glory, I told myself.' With my left hand, I reached up and massaged his balls. "Ummmmmmmmmmmmm, don't stop," he told me. "Not this time." And with that, I took the head of his dick into my mouth. The taste is hard to describe, but there was a definite sign of Dial soap. I swirled my tongue around the head and attacked with full force the small bundle of nerves just under the head. I looked up and saw that he had his head thrown back, and he was holding onto the railings. I continued on in my duties. I took in as much as I could, which wasn't much, my over-active gag reflex took over. I focused, drawing my energy to control. With a few more attempts, I had my nose in his pubic hair. There I took in as much of him as I could before I pulled back. I could feel him getting tense, his body I knew was locking up, joint by joint. His dick expanded in my mouth, I could feel the heat intensify, then the first jets of his juices hit the back of my throat. He must have shot six or seven shots, it was more than I could handle. Some dribbled out of my mouth and fell with splat sounds onto the tub floor. As soon as he finished cumming, he went weak, I caught him as he slid down. He looked up at me. "Sean, that was the most amazing orgasm I have ever had, it's just... it felt so... mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." I put a finger to his mouth and mouthed a shhhhhhh. At that moment, it was as if I fell in love all over again. He kissed my finger, then he pushed it aside and pulled me close and kissed me. Our tongues exchanged places, and they began to dance around. I pulled him into me closer. I wanted to be attached to him. My still raging hard-on poking him in the leg. We pulled apart, he grabbed my hand and put my finger up to his mouth. He then submerged it into his hot mouth. It felt so good as he sucked on my finger. 'My finger, never would have thought, that it would get me as horny as I am now.' He reached down and gave my dick a good squeeze, then slowly started to stroke it. His slow movements felt like nothing I have ever experienced.It felt much better than when I jacked myself off. That bonfire of passion grew and grew until it was a great Chicago fire. I needed this bad. He opened his hand and palmed my dick head! He swirled it around. God, it felt awesome! He then pinched that small bundle of nerves under the tip. "Mmmmmmmmm, Uahhhhhh, Aaron, I'm going to cum." He bent down in the small tub and engulfed the head of my cock. That did it. I pumped what seemed like a gallon of cum down his throat. Some dribbled out of his mouth. I was in shock. Jitters, shivers, shakes, everything possible was going on in my body right now. Once my orgasm subsided, I fell into post-orgasmic bliss. I went limp. I slid as far as I could in the bathtub, and Aaron was laying on top of me. 'This was interesting,' I thought to myself. He bent down and kissed me, sharing my seed with me. The water began to run cold, and I was getting a cramp in my neck, but I didn't want to move, having his naked body on top of me, this is all I needed. Much to my disappointment, he got up. (Which by itself was a comical situation, the bathtub being so slippery and all.) Once up, he offered me a hand. I still felt a little weak, but I could stand. By now the water was running ice cold, the rest of the shower went by in seconds. We finished washing under the icicles shot from the shower head. It became unbearable, and we both jumped out the tub. I turned off the water, and Aaron reached for some towels. I turned to see he was still bending over. His pucker sticking right up at me, God, he had a cute ass. "See anything you like?" he asked. "The question should be: see anything I DON'T like?" We laughed and toweled ourselves off. I heard the door shut first. I froze. Aaron turned and looked at me. I put a hand up to my ear. He froze. I guess he heard it too. "Who's in there?" It was Tim's voice. I pointed to him then me and mouthed 'you or me'. He pointed at me. 'OK' I mouthed. "It's me, Sean." "Oh, Do you know where Aaron is?" "No, I thought he was out in the lobby." "No, I checked there." "Did you check in the café area?" "They have one?" "Yeah, it is right next to the lobby," I said. "I'll go look, thanks." The present danger had passed, I heard the bedroom door close. We finished drying and getting dressed. I opened the bathroom door, and we stepped out. "Hey guys," Tim said.

Chapter 8

Authors/Omicronthetas_Argos/Dublin_Delights08_Gay_lit.txt

Captain Quixote

Christmas Magic 2010 1 Prudence

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all around the world were lovely ladies in lace and nightgowns. Some were quite naughty, with plenty of nerve. This story is about them getting what they deserve! Miss Prudence Minter will be our first subject for this story series. What has she done wrong? For the most part, she's one of those annoying grown-up tattletales. She turned in a neighbor for not getting a building permit for a very small project. She reported a second neighbor for not collecting sales tax at a yard sale. She actually phones the police when she sees a car at a parking meter that has expired. You get the idea. All of her neighbors have endured her attitude at one time or another, multiple times in fact, so all of them will benefit. Miss Minter was awake when Saint Nicholas arrived. He swept in through her chimney, and she was so happy to see him. "Santa Claus! You're really here!" He made a show of checking his list, "Prudence Minter?" She nodded happily, in anticipation of a gift. She had mailed him a long list of goodies she wanted. Instead, though, he shook his head, "You've been a naughty girl this year, Prudence." "Wh-what?" "I'm afraid that bad girls like you don't get presents." "I'm going to get coal?" "No, I'm starting a new program. Coal you would just throw away and complain about. This memory will last." His eyes wandered up and down her nightgown-clad body. It wasn't really revealing or even sexy, but she still looked quite lovely in it. Naughty she may have been, but she was enticing all the same. Strawberry blonde hair that she had in a long ponytail, her face was a collection of pretty features that could very easily adopt a sour, wide-eyed expression. Her body was a fairly slender one, but it had very evident, graceful curves, especially at the legs and hips. Santa Claus snapped his fingers (quite a feat in his gloves), and the magic began. From his bag, several of his elves rushed out and grabbed a hold of the naughty Miss Minter. "What? What's going on?" Though they were no more than two feet tall, an elf at each ankle and each wrist held her tightly enough that she couldn't move. Another pair of elves grabbed the hem of her nightgown and lifted it. "Hey! Don't do that! Stop!" But they didn't stop. The nightgown kept lifting, and her pretty blonde bush was bared. "AAH! Cover me back up! Right now!" That didn't happen, of course. Her breasts popped out from under the nightgown as it lifted, real nice ones with soft pink nipples and a firm bounciness as she struggled to be free from the elves. With a magical swoosh, her nightgown was off without the elves even having to let go of her arms. She looked down at herself, then at each elf, all smiling greedily, then at Saint Nick himself, who had a happy smile that seemed more appropriate to milk and cookies than tits and pussy. She wondered, "Is this really happening?" "It's about to get more real, Prudence," Santa told her. "Let's give some Christmas cheer to your neighbors." "What do you mean?" "A body that pretty and naughty should be put on public display." In moments, they had her outside in the chilly night air. The elves brought her to the front of her porch. Christmas ribbons flew from Santa's bag and secured her in place, arms spread and legs slightly apart. Santa assured her, "On this magical night, you will not freeze, but you sure will shiver from exposure, both to snowy cold and to curious eyes." "No! Santa! Don't leave me here like this!" The elves rushed back to the bag, then with a wave, Santa rose through the air back to his sled. The sound of the sleigh bells flying away was the worst thing Prudence Minter had ever heard. "Come back! I'm naked! Hey!" She squirmed and struggled, but the ribbon was unbreakable. There she was, stripped naked and tied up in full view of her neighborhood. For a long while, she was out there alone, feeling the cold and trying not to shiver at all. From out of his window, though, her neighbor Paul noticed her. She saw him stare out of his window and then disappear. "Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no. At least I'll be untied though." "What happened to you, Prudence?" he said when he got to her, smiling wide. "Look somewhere else!" "But what happened?" His goofy grin and wide eyes were still taking in every bit of her naked body. "I was naughty, and now Santa Claus tied me up out here! Untie me! Please?" "Is that a joke? Have you forgotten the dent you left in my car? That you never paid for? Or the time you called the police about my party? Or when you turned me in for having a license plate two days overdue? I'll be back in a little bit. With a camera." "What? Don't you dare! Hey! Get back here!" Her breasts quivered with her rage as she watched him rush off. She waited with heat in her eyes and a sinking feeling in her stomach. She waited a while before Paul showed back up, camera in hand. "What took you so long?" "I had to call Glenn and Marty and Delbert and Norm and Chuck." "What? NO!" The thought of all of her male neighbors getting in on this show was too much. Then, Paul put his camera to his eye. "NO! Don't take pictures! You can't! AAAaaAAA!!!" He clicked away, taking snapshots of her beautiful, bound nudity. From the edge of the lawn came another voice, "Hey Paul!" "Hey Chuck, come look at this!" "Damn! You got some nice tits, Prudence!" "Shut up!" she screamed. "Stop looking! Oh no, you've got a camera too?!" "So do we," said two more neighbors. "Damn! She really does have some nice tits. Look at how the cold makes those nipples stand right up." "Nice pussy too," said another as he got up close to take a picture. "Gotta love that blonde bush." Prudence wailed at that and stared around at all cameras that kept clicking pictures. By then, all of her neighbors, even the ones Paul hadn't called, were outside taking in the view with broad smiles. She shouted to no one in particular, "I wasn't this naughty, was I? Do I really deserve this?" Just then, a group of twenty-five Christmas carolers arrived, but upon seeing the sexy naked, ribbon-bound beauty, they stayed silent in respectful awe. Then, of course, the cheers and appraisals began. Prudence was subjected to the naked humiliation of this crowd for over an hour before the ribbons slipped off magically and let her run back inside, where she huddled up and vowed to never be naughty again.

Authors/Captain_Quixote/Christmas Magic/Christmas Magic 2010 1 Prudence.txt

Annsachd

'Twas the proper season. The barley crop had been harvested, the shearing done. My man. Goodness, the sound of that. Ian asked my father in the spring, and now that the bans had been observed, we were free to wed. The village was excited. Everyone thought that Ian and I would be a good match, ever since I was a child. The day before the festivities, the children ran out and picked wildflowers. The wedding was to be done during the harvest festival. My mother took my dress out beyond the village and set it across the sweet grass to bleach white in the sun. We spent most of our spare time over the summer making the dress and other things I'd need for my new home. Ian had also been busy over the summer. He built our home near the edge of the village, where out the window we would be able to see the sheep grazing in the distance. The mud on the wattle had dried nicely, and 'twould be a snug home. He'd built the few pieces of furniture we'd need, the bed, tied well with rope, and the mattress full of heather. He whitewashed the inside, so it seemed bright and airy. We'd met with Father, where we learned about our new roles. He explained what the Latin said in the service, and how loving each other was an extension of God's love for us. He also explained about Prima Nocte. One of the greater lords, an Englishman, had proclaimed that the lords under him have the right and duty to bed each woman under his rule on the night of her wedding. Ian turned green at the notion. My Ian is a brave sort, but it was the law, and nothing he could do. Father looked understandingly. A woman should pair with her husband; "Therefore, what God hath put together, let no man separate." He had no love of the law. Of course, what Father didn't share with us then was why our lord felt so inclined to force such a sinful law upon his good people. The eve before the wedding, Father asked me to come to chapel to pray with him. When I entered, I saw the midwife speaking with him. I attempted to stay in the shadow, as I didn't wish to interrupt a private matter. "Evie, come my child. Tilda is here for us tonight," he called out when he heard the door shut behind me. I slowly made my way up to the altar. "Before we start our prayers, my dear, we must purify ourselves. Drink this." The midwife handed me a cup. "Drink it all now, dear." I sputtered on the first sip, "'Tis bitter!" Then, seeing the look they gave me, nodded and did my best to finish the drink. We knelt before the altar, praying that I would follow the good and true path of wife. We prayed that men in power would see the sinful nature of Prima Nocte. We prayed to God to forgive me and to console my soon-to-be husband for the morrow. "In Deus, Patri et Spiritus Sanctus," the father intoned, as we all crossed ourselves. We bowed to the altar and moved away. "Evie," the midwife called to me. "Yes, ma'am?" "Expect your humours to attend you in two to three days." She looked at Father. "The purifying drink will bring them on." Certainly, I will go to hell for this! It is sinful! I gasped aloud. "Yes, dear. I know. But desperate times call for desperate measures. And I tell you in Father's presence, you are still a child of God, and will not be punished in this life or the next for what you've done this night." Father nodded, blushing. "'Twill protect your womb from a seed that does not belong there. When your cycle starts, our Lord will know he has not sired off you, as he has not done off a girl from this village in these past years. Have you not heard what they call him in court?" "Now, Tilde, we do not need to pass around court gossip. It has served us well to remind our Lord that he cannot bend God's will and command. You must submit your body; there is nothing we can do about that. But we have protected your family." "Thank you, Father. Thank you, Tilde. I must go and tell Ian. He 'twill be relieved. By your leave?" Father nodded, and I hurried out of the chapel. I explained to Ian, who then laughed. "I always wondered how it was that there were never any of his seed running about here. It does take trouble off my mind. Not that I don't want you round with our child. I look forward to seeing you like that. Often. Ours will be a big, happy family. You'll see, Annsachd." He whispered this last to me, his mouth close to my ear. I turned, so I could feel his lips against my cheek. The morning was bright, and I danced about in glee. "Thank you God, for such a gift!" My mother smiled at me for speaking such out loud. I was a bit sad, no longer would I be in this home, most of my belongings had already been moved to the new house. A few linens, a few changes of clothes, as I would wear my wedding gown to the Lord's keep. Mother and my sister helped me put on the dress, tying the laces, and tucking in bits of rosemary for remembrance and late heather to match the crown the children had woven for me. We walked carefully through the dusty street to the stone chapel. Everyone was there, the entire village; my rivals, my friends, my family. My father walked me to the altar, so he could speak when it was time to give me away. My big, bold, brash father, bless his heart had tears in his eyes. I smiled at Ian as we knelt beside each other and received communion from Father. We stood up as he declared the benediction. Ian leaned into me, his lips soft against mine, while his strong arms gently wrapped around me. I'd never been happier. Then we were all outside, enjoying the bright fall sun. The pits had been opened so there were roast meats and harvest vegetables and late fruits, honey cakes and mead. Ian never left my side, touching me as he never felt free to do before. His hand on my waist felt warm and possessive. His hand would come up, and stroke my loose flowing hair, as though he'd never truly felt how soft it could be. We ate, we danced, we spoke with friends. We knew our time was growing short. So did the village, and they pretended to not notice when we snuck off by ourselves. We knew the punishment if the Lord did not receive a virgin. But we touched, and murmured and caressed. His lips that were always soft and careful, were now full of passion, heat and desire. I wanted nothing more than to melt into him. To let him take me to our new home, and make me into a woman, HIS woman. I murmured against his lips, that I was his wife, his woman, my heart and soul. His strong arms crushed me tighter to him. My own arms squeezed him as well. Slowly, we drew apart, and returned to the festivities, knowing we would be called shortly anyway. We returned, with our arms around each other, both of us just wanting to get the next twelve hours over with. We didn't have to wait long before our Lord rode up on a grey charger. "Where is the bride I am to see?" The Lord looked over the gathering. You could see he once sat proudly on this steed, but his posture had started to crumble and sag into his gut. His wig was beginning to look weedy, and the white hair only made his face look more sallow. I attempted to step forward, but Ian's grip tightened around my waist. "Annsachd, please don't make this harder for me. It is not my choice, but 'tis my duty." I whispered then touched his hand. He slowly released me, but followed me closely as I moved toward Lord Farrington. "I am here, M'lord." Ian took my hand and turned me to him. His lips fell to mine softly, whispering softly against my lips, before taking me boldly, his tongue an invader in my mouth. Then his kisses became caresses until he moved away. I didn't want him to, until I heard Lord Farrington clear his throat. I blushed mightily, realizing it probably wasn't the first time, and I had not even noticed. Ian lifted me by my waist as though I 'twere a bundle of twigs and placed me before Farrington. "M'lord, I realize I cannot stop what happens this night. But harm her, and even the angels will not protect you. I give you my oath." Farrington, whom, I would guess had heard many words such as this on similar wedding days, simply nodded curtly. Lord Farrington's arms were around me as he held the reins, the horse going at a brisk canter. It was obvious he wanted to reach the keep before dark. My body stayed tense, since there was no way to truly hold onto the horse the way I was on it, only relying on M'lord's arms to keep me from toppling into the horse's hooves. It was dusk when he pulled to a stop at the gate. A number of people were waiting there. I suddenly felt shy. I'm just a country girl, not some high-raised child. He handed me over to a kindly looking maid. "Bathe her then bring her to my chamber." "A Bath? M'lord. 'Tis not healthy!" I bit my tongue as soon as the words spilled out, even though everyone knew bathing made you ill. He glared down at me. I blushed in my embarrassment, curtsying, "I'm sorry, m'lord, I've forgotten my place."Aline, the maid, who I found was a distant cousin of Tilde, tried her best to make me feel comfortable. "Bathing here isn't the same as it is in the village. Warm water, in a very warm room, with scents in your bath to make you smell fresh as the dawn. I will be with you until he comes to you, so do not be afraid, Child. It will not be long." And a mutter under her breath as she led me into the bathing room, "it never is." Ignoring that cryptic comment, I started to loosen the ties on my dress. She helped me to pull it over my head, stopping a moment to look at the work. "You and your mother do very fine work. You should be proud. It is a lovely dress." I nodded and smiled, but felt odd to be standing in my shift before a stranger. My face must have heated up, for she took a sonsy tone, "Don't worry about it, child. 'Tis common, and nothing I have not seen before." Slowly, shyly, I pulled my shift over my head then stepped cautiously into the tub. The water felt like nothing I'd been in before. Sweet herbs and steam teased my nose as I slowly slid into the full tub. I felt myself relax in the warmth until I nearly forgot what was about to occur. It was much too soon when I stood to be rinsed, and was rubbed dry. "Put this on, dear." This was a beautiful night shift of fine linen, finer in fact than anything I had ever seen. "Oh, no, I couldn't! 'Tis far too fine for me." "Tosh! Take it, Child, it's the only thing of any value you'll take home from tonight. As though he could replace what he will be taking, but he gives one of these to each bride that comes." With a nod and a shrug, I pulled it over my head. She pulled the torch of rushes off the wall, before climbing stairs. The room itself was fairly dark. The logs in the fireplace and the rush torch were the only light in the room. A large bed was silhouetted by the light, making it seem larger and more imposing. I fell back, and brushed against Aline. "'Tis only the light that makes it fearful. Go in, and I will get you settled." I crossed the chilled room, and clambered up into the high bed. So soft! I couldn't imagine how many winter fowl had died to make such a comfortable bed. The bedclothes were heavy and warm. It was then I determined not to be swayed by such richness. 'Twould be easy to do. This is not here for me, but for M'lord, to whom I'm about to become a chore. My Ian loves me, and I would rather be in our little home, on a heather mattress than here surrounded by all these riches about to be sacrificed in the name of some Lord. I'll do my duty, but I don't have to enjoy it. Aline tucked me in, then withdrew with the promise that she would be back after Lord Farrington left. I heard him enter before I saw him. He was without his wig, and I could see his hair was thin for the firelight reflected off his scalp. He shucked off his clothing and moved across the bed. The bedclothes were removed from my body, and he pulled up my nightdress. I felt his substantial weight over me, and felt him press against me. I forced myself to relax, somehow knowing it would be worse if I were tense. This seems so wrong! I wanted to cry out, but knew 'twould be no matter. He pressed into me, feeling my maidenhead. I could feel the pressure, the dull ache. He began to hum and mumble some bawdy tune from court, and I gasped. He thrust through it and though I wanted to scream, I would not give him the pleasure. He continued to hum, thrusting in and out of my limp body in rhythm to the song. Such an odd habit. The blood made it easier to endure. Not that it was really much to endure; shortly after, he trembled mightily, then fell to the side of me, removing himself from my body. A few moments more and he gathered his clothing and left. Praise the Saints! It didn't take Aline long to show up. "If ever there was a time when I would be grateful for one of those baths, Mistress Aline, I believe 'twould be now," I murmured. "Of course, Child, come with me. Do you feel you can stand?" "I am stronger than I look." Stronger than that man, that much is for certain. We made our way back down the stairs to the bathing room. The tub was already filled. "You knew?" I was astonished. "'Tis common to feel the need to rid your body of an unwanted touch. I would have been more surprised if you had NOT asked." I nodded mutely, anxious to be in the bath. My body slipped in and I let the warmth remove the feeling of his clammy skin and foul breath. "Mistress Aline, may I ask a bold question?" "Of course." "Is it always like that?" It couldn't be. Ian loved me. But I had to know if that is what I had to look toward to. "Goodness no, Child. The lord has no love of you, nor quite frankly, love of the deed. Your true wedding night will be much different, and I daresay much better." I nodded in response, thankful at least that my feelings were right. I don't know how long I was in it, but Aline helped me out. Once again I dried off, and pulled on the nightshift. This time she led me to a different room. "You can sleep in peace here, child." The room was small, with a common bed. I gained comfort from those things that were known to me. It took me very little time to fall asleep surrounded by the scent of heather. The next morning, Aline once again helped me to dress. I hugged her, appreciating all she had done for me. One of the lord's men held me gently in front of them. He went slowly, and I can only guess he was considering my comfort. I whispered a thank you for his kindness. The trip seemed shorter this time, perhaps because it was something I was looking forward to. The wedding party was still there, since the first Prima Nocte, the village would continue the party to keep the groom occupied and in reasonable cheer. I rushed down, turning only a moment to thank the lord's man for his attention. Then I rushed to my Ian. He only looked better to me. I reached for him, hoping he would not hold what was done against me. I looked in his eyes, and saw the relief as he rushed toward me and swept me up into his arms. "Annsachd, I will love you always," he said as his lips, warm and full met mine. The village party quickly began singing, leading us to our new home. We would be left there to celebrate our wedding properly. Gifts of food would be left at the doorstep for the first few days, a tradition I'm told is particular to our village. Ian lifted me up and carried me into our new home, his strength making me feel delicate. Then, the door was shut and we were alone. "Did he hurt you?" he whispered. "No more than should be expected." His voice grew quieter as he sat on the edge of our bed, "Will you miss him?" "Oh, Annsachd!" I kissed him gently as I settled into his lap, "He may be Lord, and he may have fine things, but he has no fine manners. And all I could consider was this, even surrounded by that finery, I would rather be here, with you, even in our poor home. He had no love for me, and I'm not even entirely certain he knew my name." My hands ranged his muscled shoulders and arms. "I missed you. And I did not make love with him. It was no different than setting a prize boar on a sow. He did his rutting with no spare thought for me, good or ill, and left. He did what he was required to do, as did I." I pulled away enough to look him in the eye. "Would you help me forget that?" His lips fell quickly onto my own, his hands tugging at my ties. My own hands fell to his clothing, and I could not wait to see what sort of prize I had won when I married him. We were quick and clumsy and we fell into bed beside each other. Hands moved over fevered skin, and I felt my own heart race. I looked into his face, and his eyes sparkled in the half light. The look seemed to change him, and he dawdled. His fingers drew fanciful designs upon my skin, causing me to moan in frustration; of what I knew not. "Ian, Annsachd, please...." He smiled, "Oh, I will please you, I will please you and myself as well." His tongue flicked over my breasts and I gasped at such a touch. His fingers slowly crept toward my center, until they were there, exploring my tenderness. I moved against him, desperate. My body knew, yet I did not. His lips trailed kisses down my stomach and then... I went fuzzy. Hot breath and warm gentleness. I could feel my innards curl in waves, like the wind across the fields of barley. Finally, I could stand the tension no longer, and I cried out to God. Ian quickly came back up to me, kissing my face, my eyes, my nose, my cheeks before settling back on my mouth. A different taste was on his lips, but 'twas not foul. I felt his hardness press me, and almost against my will, I tensed. Then I forced myself to relax. This 'twill be different, Mistress Aline said so. A fullness I could not imagine filled my core. Slowly, so slowly, Ian pressed into me. I opened my eyes to see him watching my face closely, looking for signs of my discomfort. I smiled warmly at him, at this man I truly loved, and pressed back into him. I had been selfish, and wanted this to be as beautiful for him as for me. I raised my hand up and around his neck, pulling him to me. I sought purchase to press myself farther against his shaft. I felt the waves begin again, and I sighed into the kiss we were sharing. I felt him shaking, and thought that it 'twas nearly over. "Shhh, Annsachd, I want to make this good for you. Do not rush me or we will be over before we've begun," he said in a tortured whisper. And then I understood the shaking was his lapsing control. I tried to still my body, I did. But he felt so wonderful inside me, his warm skin against mine, and I could not help myself. I bucked against him and heard him moan.Such a sweet sound. I bucked again, and he growled. His hands moved to my hips to still me, but I was in a lust. I could not be stopped, and the waves crested. I screamed this time, my body releasing its tension wave after wave. He looked down in amazement, his own breath coming in gasps. "You are beautiful, Annsachd. So beautiful." And then he began to thrust wildly, pulling my hips against him. I continued to moan in that half sense caused by bliss. My body relaxed, so relaxed. Ian, my Annsachd, my beloved, let out a mighty roar, and I could see the same tension course through his body. I pulled him down to me, tight against me. It was then I heard it, "Huzzah! Huzzah!" and music began to play. I was certain if I went to the door now, there would be food upon the step, and the villagers would be celebrating our true union. I chose to stay where I was, curled up against Ian and listen to his heartbeat. It would not be long before my humours came upon me. And then we could start working on our family in earnest.

Authors/Dryad/Annsachd.txt

Rules

'Twas the night before Christmas. Wait, no, wrong story. It was a bland day in March, on the eve of my 16th birthday. I was busy walking down the street in Caspin Point. (Where that is has been lost to time.) Everything was fine, just another walk, headphones in ear, blasting heavy metal up the bejeezus, when I stopped. I stood absolutely still, I have no idea why I did, but I did. I felt the blood rushing to my head, everything in my being was coiled, ready to strike, then, I bolted. I ran for god knows how long, all the while, I had a point in mind, instinctively, I knew exactly how to get there, I just didn't know where it was, or what it was. All I felt was a sense of growing dread. I pushed myself as hard as I could, I barely even registered the change of scenery from downtown, to the residential areas. I ran and ran, until finally, I was there. I stopped in front of a house. It was stunningly... bland, white paint, a green lawn, a simple concrete path leading up to the porch where a single white painted door stood with a single welcome mat and a single window with some cheapo curtains drawn shut. I knocked on the door. My mind was a million places at once. I was poised to attack as soon as the door opened. I heard voices on the other side of the door, a laugh and the sound of the lock being opened on the door. The door opened. Behind the door stood a woman, maybe in her 30s, she wore glasses, and her scraggly hair was in a ponytail. I recognized her. I didn't stop to think about how I recognized her, I shoved her out of the way and ran into the house. I found the stairs, and I ran up. A couple hallways, and a few turns later, I saw a door. It called to me. I ran straight at it, I brought up my shoulder. To this day I have never been able to break down a door again. Believe me, I've tried. The door fell, I heard a scream, the sound of a chair falling over, a very human-sounding thud. Then nothing. "In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present" -Sir Francis Bacon I woke. There were lights. Bright ones. My ears were ringing, there was a strange buzzing going on in between my ears. I felt like I had been boiled, had my insides ripped out, then been carefully stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey, only to then been thrown in front of a steamroller at the last minute. Not good. Do you remember that time in your early history when you made a really stupid decision and that super stupid decision caused you to roll down a very steep hill? No? Well, I felt like that. Not the rolling down the hill part, the stupid decision part. No, I didn't feel like a stupid decision, I felt like I had just made a stupid decision; elevenfold. I lay there for what seemed like hours(TM), and I was starting to get really thirsty. The lights seemed to dim little by little until I could see that I was staring at the ceiling in a hospital, which was odd, considering I was laying on my side. The ringing in my ears ebbed until I could hear the normal hospital sounds. Not much better, I thought. And the buzzing, oh the buzzing, if anything that f****** buzzing got worse with time. (And better with thyme.) There was a ring, and a nurse walked in. She seemed to notice I was awake. She called someone, and then proceeded to check my everything from that machine that stands by your bed. (Hell if I know what it's called.) and walked away. A few minutes later, the doctor walked in. He was a man in his mid-40s, and walked with a limp. (His name wasn't House, unfortunately.) He checked his charts. It was about 15 minutes before he spoke. His voice was exactly what you'd expect a doctor to sound like, (smooth yet scratchy voice). He said, "I see you're awake." Yeah. No shit. --- End Chapter 1 ---

Chapter 1

Authors/MrBombasticSuperFantastic/rules/ch1.txt

Sahebji

BAM WHAM THANK YOU MA'AM

'No, never,' I replied laughing. 'It is the truth,' she said seriously. 'Okay, tell me,' I said. 'My father worked as a night watchman in the local high school. My mother died when I was only three. I was the only child of my parents. Therefore, there was no one to guide me. As my father slept during the day, I spent most of my time in the orchard of the school. One day, when I got up after pissing, I saw two boys watching me,' Shanti started to tell her story. 'Kanchi, what were you doing squatting on the ground?' they asked. 'Can't you see I was pissing?' I replied, pointing to the puddle. They didn't believe me. One thing led to another. The boys persuaded me to lie down and show them my pee hole. One of the boys was examining my pee hole when suddenly I felt excruciating pain and became unconscious. When I came to, I found the second boy on top of me, and his bottoms were moving up and down. I still felt groggy. Suddenly, I felt something warm being injected inside me, and the boys changed places. This story seemed familiar, but still, I asked, 'If they were hurting you, then why didn't you shout for help?' I said. 'I thought of it, but what the boy was doing felt nice, and I waited to see what happened. Before I knew, the boy on top of me got off and made place for his friend. By the time the second boy spurted something warm inside me, I had had my first orgasm. I had never felt such pleasurable sensation before.' Afterwards, they helped me to my feet. 'Kanchi, come tomorrow, we'll play the same game again,' they said and went off. I nodded but did not go to the orchard for two or three days because my choot was swollen and hurting. On the fourth day, I felt the desire to feel the wonderful sensation again. I went to the orchard, and the boys were there. We played the same game again. I went there daily, but after six months, they stopped coming. 'Sir, believe it or not, this is how I lost my cherry before I knew I had one,' Shanti said. 'I believe you. Didn't the boys ask you your name?' I asked. 'No, sir. They didn't ask. I didn't tell them because I liked it when they called me Kanchi,' she replied. 'Do you know their names?' I asked. 'I never asked. They were always in a hurry. They came, fucked me, and left. There was little or no conversation,' Shanti replied. 'Will you be able to recognize them?' I asked. 'No, sir. It happened so long ago,' Shanti replied. 'When did you find out that you had lost your cherry?' I asked. 'I found out about a year later. One afternoon, I was waiting for Selma, my best friend, in the orchard...'Then I went on long leave to Nepal. When I returned after two months, they fought over me and everything came out in the open. The result was that I was sacked. Then I got my present job. 'Has anyone other than Mac fucked you?' I asked. 'No, only Mac sir. Many others have tried but I did not yield. It is a nice, comfortable job, and I didn't want the earlier situation to reoccur,' Shanti replied. 'Kisi ne teri gaand maari hai (Has any of them fucked you in the ass hole)?' I asked. 'Oh yes,' she said. 'Didn't the two boys take your ass hole cherry?' I asked. 'No, sir. My husband took my ass hole cherry. He loved my butt and fucked it regularly. After him, the youngest of the three brothers I told you about used to fuck me in my ass hole,' she replied. 'Theek hai, ab main teri gaand marunga (Fine, now I'll fuck you in your ass hole),' I said. 'If you want to fuck my ass hole, do so by all means, but be gentle, your cock is too big,' she said, getting into the ass fuck position. I applied oil on her puckered hole and pushed my whole cock into her butt in one stroke. 'AAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE,' she screamed, 'Gawd, sir, it hurts.' When I had finished fucking her ass hole, I fucked her one more time in her cunt. Then we dressed. 'Sir, did my choot please you?' she asked. 'Very much,' I replied, 'come again next week, same place same time.' 'Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,' she said and, after wishing me good night, left. When I got home, I was told that Minu had called. I returned her call. 'Babu, I want to meet you,' she said. 'Why not? Would tomorrow evening at six p.m. suit you?' I asked. 'No, can't you meet me earlier,' she asked. 'If you want, I can come now?' I said. 'That will be great. We'll meet in half an hour at the West gate of the City Park,' she said. She was waiting when I reached the West gate. 'What the hell do you think you are doing?' she asked before I could greet her. 'Me! I am doing nothing,' I replied, 'what happened?' 'You know what happened. The whole school is rife with the rumor that a girl in a senior class is sleeping with her brother,' she said. 'So? You think you are the only horny girl in the world to seduce your brother? There are probably several girls in your class who might be fucking their brothers. Why brothers only, they might have seduced their fathers,' I said glibly, 'why stop there? There are other male members like uncles, cousins…..' 'AAWW, STOP IT,' Minu yelled, 'I know you are behind this rumor……. What the hell do you want from me?' 'You know what I want? I want to fuck your beautiful choot. Spend a whole afternoon naked in your arms,' I said, smiling. 'NEVER,' she fumed. She then turned on her heels and rushed off. On Saturday, I saw Shanti's videotape and edited it to suit my purpose. In the evening, when the Adams arrived, they were accompanied by a very pretty girl of about fourteen years of age. 'Mary, won't you introduce us to this pretty young lady?' abbu said. 'Her name is Suzy. She is our new maid,' Mary said, 'Abbu, please have patience. I'll explain later. Joey, go call Bela and the other maids.' 'Yes, mom,' Joey replied, grinning broadly. 'Joey, no hanky panky, when I say call them, I mean now,' Mary said. The grin on Joey's face faded, and he said, grimly, 'Yes, mom.' 'Suzy, would you like to live in this big house?' Mary asked. 'Oh yes, mom. It is so big and so beautiful,' Suzy replied. 'You understand that a big house means a lot of work,' Mary said. 'I am not afraid of hard work,' Suzy said. Just then, the three maids entered the room, followed by Joey. The maids were naked. 'Look, mom, they are naked,' Suzy giggled. 'Yes, child,' Mary said, 'If you work here, then you must also take your clothes off.' 'I don't mind,' Suzy said, 'Mom, shall I undress now?' 'Not now, my dear, later,' Mary said, 'Bela, from today, Suzy will work here like you three. Take her with you. Mehru will tell her duties later. You understand?' 'Yes, ma'am, perfectly,' Bela said, placing a finger on her lips. 'Good girl,' Mary said. 'Come, Suzy,' Bela said and led her out of the room. 'Abbu, I am sorry if I was rude to you earlier,' Mary said, apologizing. 'Pretty lady, I don't mind as long as you do your apologizing with your cunt?' abbu said, laughing. 'Not at all, it will be my pleasure,' Mary replied, starting to peel off her clothes. 'Hey, stop! First, tell us where did you get her from?' I asked. 'Believe it or not, I got her from the church,' Mary giggled. 'Tell him also why is she here,' John said. 'Of course. Babu, you gave me so much pleasure on the first night that I wanted to give you a present. Suzy is your Christmas present,' Mary said. 'Thank you very much, Mary, I appreciate it. I hope you give many such presents in the future,' I chuckled, embracing her. 'You got her from the church? I didn't know they had started dealing in young virgins,' Uncle Mohan said. 'Of course not, silly. It is a long story,' Mary said. 'It is very interesting, you should hear it,' John said. 'Let us help ourselves to a drink, then you can tell the story,' ammi said. After we had settled down, Mary started her tale, 'Couple of weeks after we shifted here, I went to the church. I thought Father Brown's face was familiar, but I couldn't place him. On a later occasion, I saw Suzy leaving his study. Her face was flushed, and she was wiping her mouth with her sleeve. I did not pay much attention to it then.' 'On Monday, I remembered who he was. Janet, my best friend, had committed suicide because of him, and he was doing the same thing with Suzy. I took her last letter, in which she had pointed the finger at him, and, shoving it in my purse, I drove to the church. I was very angry. I planned to expose him. This man had to be taught a lesson. When I reached the church, I was told that he was in his study.' 'So you are still up to your old tricks,' I said, bursting into his study without knocking. 'Ah, Mrs. Adams, come in,' he said politely, 'what "old tricks" are you referring to?' 'You know what I mean,' I said, 'I saw Suzy leaving your study the other day.' 'Oh Yes, dear Suzy comes to my study quite often,' Father Brown said. 'For drinking the "Holy Water" from your private dispenser, no doubt,' I said sarcastically. 'I don't understand, please don't speak in riddles, Mrs. Adams,' he replied. 'Twenty years ago, were you posted in Agarwal?' I asked. 'Yes, but…' he replied. 'Do you remember Janet, a gentle soul? Who wouldn't harm an ant even if it bit her?' I said, interrupting him. 'What has…,' he said. 'Please, Father, let me tell you a story,' I said, cutting him off again, 'In a small town once lived a very religious family. They believed that after God, the priest is the cat's whiskers. He can do anything. They had a daughter, Janet. When Janet was thirteen, she got sick. They had her treated, but it did not help, so as a last resort, they asked their priest for help. The priest took the thirteen-year-old under his care. Janet started to visit the church three times a week.' 'One day, the priest told her she needed to drink "Holy Water" to cleanse her soul. Poor Janet started to suck his cock and swallow his cum. Three months later, to clean her lower half of her body, he took her cherry and started pouring "Holy Water" into her lower mouth.' 'She looked healthier. Her cheeks glowed, and she and her parents were happy. I was her best friend. She told me everything. I told her to break off with him, as this would only bring grief to her. She didn't listen. By that time, she was hooked on fucking.' 'Then the inevitable happened. She got pregnant. The priest refused to help her. All he said was to have an abortion. She wouldn't do that because of her belief. At last, she got so frustrated that she hung herself.' 'Do you know who the priest was? You, Father Brown, you were the priest. You were responsible for my best friend's death, and I'll see to it that you are punished,' I said. 'Who will believe you? Janet is dead, it'll be your word against mine,' he replied. 'No, Father, Janet is not dead,' I said, triumphantly pulling out the letter from my purse, 'her body may not be here, but her written word is. Here, in this letter to me, written a few hours before she took the ultimate step. In this letter, she has described everything in great detail.' 'If the letter is genuine, then why have you waited for twenty years before producing it,' Father Brown asked. 'The letter is genuine enough to send you to jail,' I said, 'Luckily for you, it was received when I was at Janet's funeral. When I got back, my mummy said that a letter had arrived for me, and she had placed it in the book I was reading. Unfortunately, I assumed that it was from Amrit, a boy in my class, who was pestering me to go out with him. I was so grief-stricken that I was in no mood to read his drivel. Later, I couldn't find it. Five years later, when Martha was getting married, I found it. I was shocked at its content.' 'If the letter is really genuine, you should have told the world then. Why now?' Father Brown said. 'I wanted to expose you, but Martha said that they will dig her up. Why disturb her? Janet's parents had also reconciled themselves to their loss. I didn't want to open old wounds. You had been shifted to another city, and I hoped you had learned your lesson,' I said, 'why now? Because the other day, I saw Suzy leave your study, her face was flushed, and she was wiping her mouth with her sleeve. I didn't attach any sinister meaning to it. Today, I placed you. I also realized what Suzy had been doing. You felt no remorse. I didn't want Suzy to go the same way as Janet. So I came here to expose you.' 'What can a twenty-year-old letter do?' he said. 'I'll find out where Janet's parents are now and send it to them. They will definitely report you to the Church.'I am sure you did not stop "cleansing" girls in the last two decades. There will be lots of publicity, and some of the girls who have suffered silently at your hands may find enough courage to speak up against you,' I said. 'Mrs. Adams, is it necessary to dig up the past? Maybe we can come to an understanding. Suzy...' he said. He was interrupted by a knock on the door. It was Suzy. While he talked to Suzy, I saw Saira in her, a young virgin. I also recalled Seema telling me that she had presented her to Babu for his graduation. Suddenly, I knew what I wanted. I wanted Suzy. I cared two hoots whether Father Brown went to jail or not. Someday, God would punish him. Coming back, Father Brown said, 'I was saying... is it necessary to dig up the past? Can't we both come to an understanding?' I perceived a slight movement below and looked down. I was shocked at what I saw. Father Brown, while talking to Suzy, had opened his fly. His tool was sticking out in all its glory and jerking involuntarily. It was probably this movement that had caught my eye. It was not an ordinary cock. It was huge. It was a tad bigger than Babu's. The juices in my cunt started to flow. My panties became soaked in no time. For a moment, I forgot about Suzy and wanted to impale myself on this magnificent specimen of manhood and fuck it till cum oozed out of my nose and ears. Somehow, I managed to control myself. 'Put it away, you horny man. When I get home, my husband will fuck me silly,' I laughed. 'What a pity? You are very beautiful. I would have loved.....' he said. 'Tell me about Suzy,' I said, interrupting him. 'Mrs. Adams, don't decide in haste. Many women come to me for...ummm...solace, and none has been disappointed,' he said. 'I don't doubt your word, but as far as I am concerned, the answer is no, definitely NO,' I laughed, 'now tell me about Suzy.' 'All right,' he sighed, putting away the biggest cock I have ever seen, 'Suzy is an orphan. She lost her entire family in a car crash on her birthday. That is the reason she is not fully there.' 'Are you sure?' I asked. 'She is very bright, but sometimes she acts a bit strangely,' he said. 'All right, continue,' I said. 'For six months, she was shuttled from one relative to another. No one wanted her. Three months back, they brought her here with the request to find work and a good home for her.' 'What sort of work can she do?' I asked. 'She can do household chores or any other similar job. I guess, she could even look after a small child,' he said. 'It should not have been difficult to find her a job?' I said. 'To tell you the truth, I didn't try too hard for obvious reasons,' he smiled. 'Naturally,' I said sarcastically, 'Since when is she drinking the "Holy Water"?' 'She started fifteen days after she came here,' he said. 'Have you also....' I said, leaving the sentence unfinished. 'No, I haven't. She is still a virgin. I was saving her cherry for the New Year's Eve. I had planned to ring in the New Year with her cherry,' he said. 'Okay, I'll take Suzy in lieu of keeping quiet,' I said. 'You can take her in the New Year,' he said. 'No, Father, I mean now,' I laughed. 'After two months...now.... After a week... now.... Okay, take her tomorrow,' he said finally. He didn't give up easily. We both wanted Suzy's cherry. 'No, now, I said, like in right away. Call her and tell her,' I said. 'You must love your husband a lot to provide him with a virgin to deflower,' he said. 'That is none of your business,' I said, laughing. 'You will take the girl and give me the letter?' he asked. 'No, the deal is, I'll take Suzy and keep the letter also. Only as a precaution against you in case you tried any monkey business. I promise to keep quiet and to bury the letter deep in my trunk where it lay till now. Take it or leave it,' I said with finality. 'You think that is fair?' he asked. 'You think making a young girl drink your cum is fair? You think deflowering them is fair? Yes... then what I have proposed is also fair,' I said, 'anyway, I don't require the wretched letter. All I have to do is persuade Suzy to tell the congregation what you have been up to. Then, Father Brown, even God won't be able to help you.' 'You are a tough bargainer,' he laughed and called Suzy. 'Suzy, this is Mrs. Adams. She has offered you her home. You will work as a maid in exchange,' he said. 'Suzy, the work is light, and you will be like a member of the family. You'll have a family again.' 'Yes, ma'am,' Suzy said. 'Call me mom like my children do, and my husband dad. You'll have two sisters, Rose and Sara, and a brother, Joey. He is a rascal, but you'll get along with him,' I chuckled. 'Yes ma'am, oh sorry, mom,' Suzy smiled. 'Suzy, go pack your things. Mrs. Adams would like to take you now,' Father Brown said. 'Father, I have one request,' I said after Suzy had gone to pack, 'Fuck as many girls or women you like, but don't make an unmarried girl pregnant.' 'Don't worry,' he laughed, 'after the episode with Janet, I got a vasectomy done.' As we were leaving, Suzy said, 'Father, what about my New Year present you promised?' 'Mrs. Adams will give you one, otherwise come to the church and collect it,' he said. 'What is this about a present?' I asked. 'It is nothing. I meant to give her my cock,' he whispered. 'What do you mean it is nothing? It is huge,' I whispered back. 'Let me know if I can be of any service,' he said, smiling. 'I definitely will,' I giggled, slipping the car into gear. When we were on our way, I assured Suzy that she would be happy living with us. Her dad, sisters, and brother will love her. 'I am sure I'll be very happy,' she said politely. 'Suzy, tell me something about your parents and yourself,' I said. 'My father was a foreman in the big car factory, and mummy was a waitress in their canteen. My daddy loved me. He was the best daddy in the world. I loved him so much,' she said and started to cry. 'I am sure he was. Take your time, I am in no hurry,' I said gently. 'No, it is all right,' she said, wiping her tears, 'Daddy used to say... "Doll," he always called me Doll, "we will celebrate your fourteenth birthday in grand style. We'll drive down to a luxury hotel and check in, in their best suite."' 'Won't that be very expensive?' I would say. 'Expensive? Nothing is too expensive for my Doll. We'll order champagne and caviar and...and...,' she said, bursting out in tears. She was so overwhelmed with grief that she couldn't continue. For a while, we drove in silence. 'Suzy, since when are you drinking the "Holy Water"?' I asked. 'You know,' she whispered. 'Of course, I have known Father Brown now for over two decades,' I laughed. 'D...Did you also suck his cock?' She said. 'The girl knows what she was doing,' I thought. 'No, I didn't, but I knew a girl of your age who did,' I replied, 'when did you realize you were sucking his cock?' 'From the very beginning, but I didn't let on,' she giggled, 'you see, on my twelfth birthday, my mummy taught me how to give daddy and Paul, my elder brother, a blowjob. Daddy had promised me that he would deflower me on my fourteenth birthday.' I was shocked. Had I saddled myself with a fucked cunt? 'Did he?' I asked, crossing my fingers. 'No, he didn't get a chance,' she said. I breathed a sigh of relief. 'Why, what happened?' I said. 'On my fourteenth birthday, daddy, mummy, and Paul were coming to pick me up from school. We were to go to a luxury hotel, and after checking in, in their best suite, order champagne and caviar. While Paul opened the bottle of champagne, daddy would have opened my cunt. Then we four would have fucked, fucked and fucked the whole weekend. But before all this could happen, God struck, and in one stroke wiped out my whole family,' she said and fell silent. 'Suzy, what was this about a present?' I asked. I had to be sure what Father Brown had told me was the truth and Suzy was still a virgin. 'I don't rightly know, but my guess is that Father Brown would have deflowered me on New Year's Eve,' she replied. 'Are you a virgin?' I asked. 'Absolutely,' she replied. 'Suzy, why didn't your relatives accept you?' I asked. 'They were puritans. They didn't like the way I was brought up. One Uncle didn't like me sleeping in the raw, another objected to my taking a bath with my female cousin of my age, and one aunt was scared because her husband was taking too much interest in me. The list goes on and on. One day, they decided to leave me in the church. They did not care that I had to suck Father Brown's cock and wait patiently to be deflowered on New Year's Eve,' she said, sobbing quietly. 'I thought you were looking forward to be fucked,' I asked. 'Of course, I was. I cried because I felt so unwanted, so rejected,' she said. 'Darling, I love you,' I said, pressing her hand. When we got home, I introduced her to the family. Joey was the one who was most excited. 'Rose, Sara, please help Suzy bring up her luggage,' I said. When the three had left, Joey said, bubbling with excitement, 'Where will she sleep? There is a bed empty in my room. She can sleep there.' 'You rascal, so that you can pop her cherry,' I said. 'The thought had crossed my mind,' Joey grinned. 'Listen, you two,' I said, wagging my forefinger at John and Joey, 'don't you dare stick your cock in her choot, not even your little finger. So from now on, keep your pants on, open your fly only to piss, otherwise keep the zip tightly closed and your hands in your pocket. She is a virgin, and I want that she remains a virgin. Understood?' 'Agar hum isse chod nahin sakte tau aap isse kyon laayi hain? (If we can't fuck her, then why have you brought her),' Joey said, making a face. 'Good question, and you know that we don't need a maid,' John said. 'I have brought her for Babu. I am planning to present her to him.'He has given me and the girls so much pleasure that I would like to reciprocate,' I said, 'John, I hope you don't mind?' 'No problem,' John replied sportingly, 'Joey, let Babu deflower her then we'll fuck her silly.' 'When do you plan to present her to Babu?' Joey asked. 'I was thinking of Christmas,' I replied. 'What! For three months we'll have to see her around before we can plug her,' Joey groaned. 'Joey, three months is not a long period. Whenever you want to fuck, then your sisters are there. If you like, you can fuck me also. On weekends, we spend with the Khans at their house. There you have no dearth of cunts,' I explained. 'Okay, mom, I'll try and control myself,' Joey said. I trusted them, but with horny Suzy, eager to lose her cherry, any man could lose control. So I kept an eye on her. John slept in Joey's room, and I made Suzy sleep in John's bed. When I went out, I took her with me. In the apartment, I made sure never to leave her alone for too long. One day I had to go out and couldn't take Suzy with me. When I came back, I saw Suzy giving Joey a blowjob. Although what they were doing was quite harmless from my point of view, in the heat of passion, it could go out of control, and Suzy would lose her cherry. 'What may I ask is going on here?' I said. Joey, tucking his cock in his pants hastily, slid out of the room, leaving Suzy to face the music. Suzy was unfazed. She stood up slowly and said, 'Mom, you must show Joey to the doctor. I have sucked his cock for nearly an hour or so. He has had several orgasms, but he did not ejaculate even once. His cock is absolutely dry.' I laughed, 'Darling, Joey is still young. Give him time, he will spurt more cum than you can swallow. Tell me, who started this?' 'I don't know for sure. We were sitting in the living room watching an adult movie, which Joey had brought. There was a scene where the heroine sucks the hero's cock. 'Suzy, have you ever done this before?' Joey asked me, pointing to the screen. 'Of course I have. The other day I sucked dad's cock. His cum is very tasty, thick and creamy,' I replied. 'Why don't you suck my cock and see if "tasty cum" runs in the family,' Joey said, opening his fly. 'Whaaat! You sucked dad's cock? Did he ask you to?' I asked. 'No, he didn't,' Suzy replied, 'Today morning, when I went into Joey's room, dad was sleeping. His cock was standing. I decided to give him relief and started to suck it. Dad opened his eyes and tried to stop me, but I sucked on till he shot his cum in my mouth.' That night I gave the matter a lot of thought. I came to the conclusion that keeping Suzy here is dangerous. Today it was cock sucking, tomorrow it could easily be fucking. There was not only danger from John and Joey but also from other men in the building. One word from them, and Suzy would spread her legs. The best would be to present her to Babu at the first opportunity. Today is the first opportunity. 'Babu, for the pleasures you have given my family and me, I am presenting Suzy to you. You can deflower her when you please,' Mary said formally.

Part 13

Authors/SAHEBJI/BAM WHAM THANK YOU MA'AM 13.txt

Sahebji

BAM WHAM THANK YOU MA'AM

'You will enjoy this,' I replied and gave a mighty shove. 'AAAAAYYYY mfhh...,' she yelled before Yusuf could cut her scream off by covering her mouth with his hand. Her choot hole was very small, and only half of my cock entered. I kept pushing in and out until the whole of my cock was inside her. Suddenly, I noticed that she was very quiet and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, and she lay very still. She was unconscious. For a minute, I was scared and started to withdraw my cock from her cunt. 'Chod na, ruk kyon gaya. Tere baad main chodoonga (Fuck her, why have you stopped. I'm waiting to fuck her after you),' Yusuf said. I reinserted my cock inside her cunt and started fucking as fast as I could. The tightness of her cunt took its toll, and I came a few minutes later. 'Now it's your turn,' I said to Yusuf, getting off her. She was still in a swoon. Yusuf got on top of her and fucked her with fast and hard strokes. 'Oh my God, I am already coming. AHHHH,' he panted, shooting his load into her choot, 'Her choot is very tight.' When Yusuf got off, I saw that her choot was covered with blood. I wiped her choot with my handkerchief and started fucking her again. Suddenly, I felt a movement under me. I looked at her. She was staring at me with wide-open eyes but made no effort to dislodge me. I continued to fuck her. 'Oh,' 'Oh,' she murmured a couple of times. At first, I thought she was groaning with pain, but then I realized that she was moaning. 'Accha lag rah hai? (It feels nice, doesn't it?' I asked, without missing a stroke. She nodded. I could not hold back any longer and came in her choot. She did not move and remained lying with legs apart. 'Get on top of her and make her cum,' I said to Yusuf. Yusuf mounted her. After a few minutes of fucking, she moaned loudly, and her hips moved in a fuck motion. Soon Yusuf was on short strokes. Suddenly, she stiffened. Then with a loud 'AAHH,' she came. A few strokes later, Yusuf also deposited his load up her cunt. 'Mazaa aaya? (Did you enjoy it?)' I asked. 'Haan. Ek baar aur karo (Yes. Do it once more),' she asked without moving. 'Kanchi, we have to go now, but we'll come tomorrow at the same time, then we will do it again,' I said. 'Will you come tomorrow?' Yusuf asked. 'Yeah, I'll come,' she nodded. 'We will come only if you promise not to tell anyone how we enjoyed today,' Yusuf cautioned her. 'I promise. I won't tell anyone,' she said solemnly. We waited for her for the next two days, but she did not come. On the third day, when we were about to leave after waiting for her, we saw her coming. 'Why didn't you come? We waited for you,' I said. 'My "su-su" was sore,' she replied. 'Is it okay now?' Yusuf asked. 'Oh yes,' she said, brightly. We took her behind the bushes and fucked her. We enjoyed her choot at least three times a week. After a few months, we completed our schooling and never went back.Suddenly, the door to her asshole opened and my cock rushed inside. I pushed in and out a couple of times until the whole of my cock was in her butt. "Now you can relax. I am inside you," I told Molly, starting to fuck her behind and simultaneously rubbing her cunt with my hand. As soon as I withdrew after I had finished, Mohan shoved his cock up her behind. "OUUIIIIIIIIIIII MA," she screamed, at this unexpected assault. "How was it?" I asked her after Mohan had finished. "Except for the initial pain, it was very nice," she replied, rubbing her ass. One evening I said, "Darling, come on top of me." She impaled herself on my cock and began the fuck motion. "Wait, not yet," I said, spreading her ass cheeks, "first let Mohan enter your asshole." "What? Both of you together," she said, surprised, "Is it possible?" "Don't worry, we have done it before," Mohan assured her, pushing his cock up her asshole. We continued to fuck her until the summer vacations started. In the holidays, we reverted to screwing Amba and Maya. When our college reopened, we met Arti and Sania, who had just joined the college. They were both very beautiful with a perfect hourglass figure. Mohan fell in love with Arti and Sania won my heart. We could meet them very often as they stayed in the girl's hostel. After a whirlwind courtship, we proposed to them. Though our engagement was unofficial, we were committed to marry them when they graduated. "Abbu, then why did you not marry them?" I asked. "Wait till you hear the whole story," Abbu replied. In a month, we persuaded them to surrender their virginity to us. Mohan and I used the room for fucking for two days in the week each. Abbu continued the story. We started to double date. Arti and Sania became good friends and discovered that they were from the same town. One day we told them about our pact. "You mean Sania and Mohan and you and I," Arti said, shocked. "Yeah, you are right," Mohan said. "You both are mad," Sania said, "Arti, let us go." "Think about it, if you girls want us to marry you, then you'll have to agree," Mohan said. Mohan and I decided to wait a week before we touched the subject again. "What are you girls doing this evening?" Mohan asked when we met them after a week. "What have you in mind?" Sania asked, cautiously. "Go to our room and watch TV, what else," I said, grinning. Before they could reply, Molly came on the scene. "Hi boys, long time no see," she said, "If you are not busy, then we could watch TV." "They are busy tonight," Sania said. "We are? Doing what?" I said, surprised. "Watching TV, what else," Arti said, blushing. "Sorry, Molly, some other time," Mohan said, "we are busy." "No sweat, bye," Molly shrugged. That evening, we fucked each other's fiancée. In the next six months, we not only fucked them but also took their asshole cherry and double fucked them. One day, we suggested that they sixty-nine with each other. They protested, but we were able to prevail on them. After they had finished eating each other's pussy, Mohan asked, "How was it? Did you like it?" "So-so, but we like it more when you do it," they said. We continued fucking them, and when we got tired, they ate each other's pussy. During the summer vacations that year, Amba got married. "Sorry to interrupt you, are you still fucking Aunt Amba?" I asked. "No longer, last time we fucked her was just before her marriage," Uncle Mohan said. When we returned to college after the holidays, I felt that our fiancées were acting strangely. I told Mohan, but he dismissed the thought, saying that I was imagining things. Couple of months later, one day, Molly said, "Do you know what your sweethearts are up to?" "No, what?" I asked. "Come with me," Molly said, leading us to a secluded part of the campus. We saw that they were talking to a girl. "Who is the girl?" Mohan asked. "Her name is Sheila, a first-year student," Molly answered, "Now, don't make any noise and listen." We crept close until we could hear everything clearly. "...better than masturbating," Sania said, caressing her arm. "I am confused. I don't know what to do," the girl replied. "Listen to me. In pussy eating, you enjoy the pleasures of the sex act without losing your virginity," Arti said, "You are a virgin, aren't you?" She nodded. "My God, Mohan, they are talking like lesbians," I whispered. "Shh, listen," Molly said. "Okay, I have a suggestion. You come to our room this evening and cooperate with us. If you don't like what we do, then you can leave," Sania said. "You won't...?" the girl asked. "No, we won't stop you and forget the whole thing. Is it a deal?" Arti said. "All right, I'll come. Will six be okay," the girl asked, getting up to leave. "Six o'clock will be fine," Sania said, and the girl left. We confronted them on the spot. They confessed that they enjoyed licking a cunt more than a cock. "How did this happen?" I asked. "When you made us lick each other's cunt, we didn't enjoy it much, but later we loved it. During vacations, we met regularly and licked each other's cunt," Sania said. "One day, a beggar girl, about thirteen years old, came to our door to beg for alms," Arti said, continuing, "We'll give you a lot of money if you let us bathe you." Normally, I would not have suggested it, but that day I was feeling very horny. She hesitated. Sania got the drift and started waving a tenner under her nose. Seeing the note, her resistance broke. We took her into the bathroom and took off her smelly clothes. She looked lovely. She had small tits. The lips of her hairless cunt were stuck together, and her tiny clit was barely peeping out from in between. Oh, what a beautiful sight it was! We started giving her a bath. Under the guise of soaping her, we pressed her small boobs and caressed her hairless cunt. Suddenly, I had an overwhelming urge to taste her pussy. "Hold her firmly, I am going to eat her pussy," I told Sania. Sania pulled her on her back and placed her mouth on hers before the girl realized what was happening. I spread her legs and started licking her cunt. The poor girl struggled, but we were much stronger. I ate her pussy until she came. "How was it?" Sania asked. "I have never felt so much pleasure before," the girl said, gasping for breath. Then, Sania licked her sweet cunt. "We enjoyed Chameli, that was her name, for a month," Arti said, "then one day, she came and started crying." "Sweetheart, what has happened?" Sania asked, hugging her. "Kal raat ko bapu ne meri choot phard di (My father deflowered me last night)," she said and started to cry again. "WHAT! YOUR OWN FATHER HAS DEFLOWERED YOU," I said, aghast, "Where was your mother? Didn't she help you?" "She was there and tried to protect me," Chameli said. "Pee rakkhi hai kya? Tum apni hee beti ko chodoge (Are you drunk? You want to fuck your own daughter?" my mother said. "Haan, main aaj Chameli ki choot phardunga. Tune inn saat haramzadiyon ko paida karke mujhe diya hee kya hai sivaye inki kori chooton ke (Yes, I will deflower Chameli tonight. Only thing I can get from these seven bitches you have given birth to, are their virgin cunts)," bapu said, taking a swig from the bottle in his hand. "He then ordered my six sisters to watch. Then, catching me by my hair, tore off my clothes and laid me on the bed. Then, he caught my ankles and, pressing my knees on my chest, placed his cock at the entrance of my cunt. "Watch carefully, you bitches. When you are older, then you will be lying here, and my cock will go into your cunt like this," bapu said and gave a mighty shove. "AAAAAAYYYYYYIIIIEEEEEEEE," I yelled as his cock tore through my virginity and buried itself inside me. Bapu started to fuck me. I kept screaming, mother cried, and my sisters watched, cringing with fear, but my father kept laughing until he finished fucking me. "You devil, God will never forgive you for spoiling your own daughter," mother said, looking skywards. "Abhi tau maine sirf Chameli ko choda hai per jab yeh bardi hongi tab yeh laurda inn sab ki choot baari baari kar ke phardega (Today I have fucked Chameli only, but when they are older, then this cock will deflower them one by one)," he said, shaking his blood-stained cock at my mother. Then, bapu fucked me two more times. We told Chameli to wait and discussed the matter among ourselves. "Her father is a rogue. Imagine deflowering a girl so brutally and that too his own daughter," Sania said. "Her cunt must be sore," I said, "let her go home. She can come some other day." Sania agreed with my suggestion. "Chameli, I think you better go home and..." I said, when she started crying again. "Please, ma'am, don't send me away," she said. She thought that we wanted to break off our relationship because she was no longer a virgin. She didn't want to give up the pleasure we were giving and, more importantly, the money we were paying her for licking her virgin cunt. "But..." Sania said, trying to explain. "Ma'am, I may have lost my cherry, but I can bring my sister. She is a virgin. Better still, I will bring two of them, but please don't send me away," she said. "All right, bring all of them," Sania laughed. For the next month or so, we enjoyed all her sisters. By the time college reopened, we preferred hairless virgins to men," Arti said, concluding her story. "What about this girl?" I asked. "You mean Sheila? We caught her masturbating in the ladies' toilet," Sania said. "What! She was doing it openly?" I asked. "No, she was in the cubicle, but she moaned so loudly that we thought someone is sick. On checking, we found she was fingering herself."We threatened to tell the others. She followed us here, begging us not to tell. "Rest you know," Sania said, laughing. "Yes, we got the drift. You have got yourself a virgin, but not a hairless one," I laughed. "When we are through with her this evening, she will be ready to shave her head if we ask her to," Arti giggled. Then we had a serious talk with them and broke our engagement with mutual consent. "Now you understand why we did not marry them," Uncle Mohan said. "Whom did you fuck then?" I asked. "We were able to persuade Molly to spread her legs for us again and fucked her till we graduated," Uncle Mohan replied. "Six months later, Mehru and I got married," Abbu continued. "Let me tell now," Ammi said, "after a week of marriage, Yusuf told me of their pact." "I am your wife, and it's my duty to obey you. I'll do what you say, but I suggest you wait till your friend is also married. What if I sleep with him, and he does not deliver his wife to you?" I said to him, expressing my doubt. "No, you don't know Mohan. He has given his word, and he'll keep it," Yusuf said. "Then Yusuf invited Mohan to fuck me over the weekend. Thereafter, Mohan spent all his weekends with us, and both of them fucked me together. Four months later, Mohan got married. Yusuf waited for a week, then started inquiring about news from Mohan twice a day. When I told him there was none, he was very disappointed. "Why don't you call him?" I suggested, but he wouldn't. "Did he think that I wanted to cheat him?" Mohan laughed. "No, he did not doubt you for a minute. His was only impatient to fuck a tight choot," Ammi said. "Couple of days later, a letter arrived from Mohan. The letter said..." Ammi continued her story, but Abbu interrupted her. "I have still got the letter," he announced proudly and, opening his cupboard, said, "Here it is." The letter read: Dear Yusuf, Seema and I are leaving on our honeymoon tonight. Enclosed are two tickets for Mehru and you. Join us there. I have booked a suite with two bedrooms, one for you and one for us. I'll fulfill my pledge there. I am sorry for the delay. More when we meet. Love, Mohan "Two days later, we arrived at their hotel at six in the evening," Abbu said, continuing with the story, "Mohan introduced us to Seema. She was a stunner. We had attended the wedding, but didn't get a good look at the bride. What big boobs! I couldn't take my eyes off them." "Ooooo, did you see her big tits? I am going to enjoy fucking her," I told Mehru that evening when we were getting ready for dinner. Dinner was a very pleasant affair. Seema was not only very beautiful but also well-read and witty. "Please excuse me, it is eleven o'clock, and I am sleepy," she said, getting up to leave. "Wait, I will join you," Mehru said, also getting up. When the ladies were approximately ten yards away, Mohan said, "Seema, listen," and leaving me alone at the table, hurried to her. He whispered something in Seema's ear. Seema blushed. Mohan again said something, and she nodded. "Yusuf, I have a confession to make," Mohan said, joining me at the table. I did not reply and waited. "I have not had the courage to tell Seema about our pact," Mohan continued, "She is very horny and loves fucking. You don't have to worry. I have made arrangements for you to fuck her. She will be waiting for me naked in bed in a dark room." "You mean..." I asked. "Yes. You go in instead of me and fuck her," Mohan said. "She might create a scene afterwards," I said, expressing my doubts. "It is possible, but I was hoping that once you have fucked her, her horny nature will take over, and she will be one of us," Mohan said. "Okay, I'll give it a try," I said. "Good, let us go up," Mohan said. Now Seema took up the narration. "Good night! I am going straight to bed. I feeling very sleepy," I said, yawning. "Good night! Enjoy yourself," Mehru giggled, winking at me. For a moment, I thought she had overheard Mohan. 'No way,' I thought, dismissing her remark. After a quick shower, I shaved and perfumed my cunt as Mohan had said. In twenty minutes, I switched off the lights and waited for him naked in bed. I caressed my choot as I was feeling very horny that night. 'For the first time in my life, I had drunk wine with my dinner tonight, it must be its effect,' I said, smiling to myself. I heard voices. Mohan has come. The door opened and then closed. I could hear the rustling of clothes as Mohan undressed. Mohan was as impatient to fuck me as I was. He climbed on top of me as soon as he got into bed. I spread my legs invitingly. He immediately shoved his cock inside my cunt. 'Oh, his cock feels so big today. It must be the effect of the wine,' I thought naively and made a mental note to find out its name for the future. Mohan started the in and out motion. 'Oh Mohan,' 'Oh Mohan,' I moaned. He was fucking me with hard and fast strokes. I also fucked him back as hard I could. 'HARDER MOHAN, HARDER,' I shouted. After ten minutes of in and out motion, my body arched. I was about to cum. Mohan was on short strokes. 'Y...HES, THAT'S IT. NOW FASTER. OH GOD I AM NEARLY THERE. Y...HES, I AMMM COOMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG,' I shouted and fell back on the bed, gasping for breath. A few strokes later, with a loud grunt, Mohan jettisoned his hot cum into my choot and lay panting on top of me. 'Oh, this was great. You have not fucked me this hard since our first time on our wedding night,' I panted when Mohan had rolled off me. 'Probably it is because it is also my first time with you,' Yusuf said. I was shocked to hear Yusuf's voice. I screamed and, rolling to the other end of the bed, switched on the bedside lamp. It was only now that I realized that I was naked. I looked for something to cover myself, but nothing was at hand. I placed one hand on my cunt and covered my tits with the other arm. 'Y...Yusuf, you? W...What are you doing here?' I asked. 'Main? Maine abi tujhe choda hai (I? I just fucked you),' Yusuf laughed, moving closer to me. 'I...I didn't mean that. W...What I meant was where is Mohan?' I asked, nervously. 'In my room,' Yusuf replied, shifting still closer. 'In your room, what is he doing there?' I asked, a bit confused. 'Mehru ko chod raha hoga (He must be fucking Mehru),' Yusuf replied, grinning. Now he was lying next to me. 'What am I saying? Why...you...Mohan...my God, I am so confused,' I exclaimed, shaking my head to clear it. 'You mean Mohan hasn't told you anything?' Yusuf asked. 'No. He has not told me anything,' I replied. Then he told me about the pact and connecting circumstances. While he was talking, he pushed my hand covering my choot aside and began caressing my cunt. I tried to cover my choot, but Yusuf kept pushing my hand away. My mind was in turmoil. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate. What shall I do? Yusuf has already fucked me with the consent of my husband. In turn, my husband is fucking his wife. Now I understood Mehru's cryptic remark. She knew that her husband is going to fuck me tonight. My mother's advice came to my mind. She had said, 'Obey your husband and serve him well. Remember, if your husband is unhappy, then you can never be happy.' 'I had really enjoyed myself when Yusuf had fucked me. Why should I feel guilty? It is my husband who wants me to sleep with his friends, and if I enjoy it, then what can I do,' I thought. I was even more confused than before. Still undecided, I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was Yusuf's magnificent erection. I was already feeling horny; the caress of my choot was driving me crazy, and now his tempting erection. I wanted to impale myself on his erection, but thought that it won't be lady-like. Just then, Yusuf came to my rescue. 'Seema,' he said, taking me in his arms and kissing me, 'let us fuck again.' 'No, I shouldn't, I am a married woman,' I protested feebly. 'What a coincidence, I am married also,' he laughed, getting on top of me. I spread my legs to facilitate him. When I felt the tip of his cock on my choot entrance, I said, 'Please don't, what will my husband say?' 'I don't know. Remind me, I'll ask him tomorrow,' Yusuf replied and shoved his cock into my choot. We fucked twice more and then fell asleep in each other's arms. Now Abbu took up the narration. 'As usual, I woke up at six in the morning,' Abbu said, continuing. 'Seema looked beautiful. She was sleeping on her back. Her shaven choot looked delicious. I gave it a couple of licks. Then I separated her legs gently and, crouching in between them, started to eat her pussy.' After a few minutes, she woke with a start. 'Who...what... Oh, Yusuf, it is you,' she moaned, pressing my head to her cunt with her hands. I continued to lick her cunt. 'Oh Yusuf,' she moaned loudly, raising her legs. I took her clit between my lips and pressed lightly. 'Oh my God! It feels sooo gooood,' she moaned, bucking her hips. Releasing her clit, I inserted my tongue in her choot and started to tongue-fuck her. 'AGHRR,' she moaned, 'DEEPER YUSUF DEEPER. Y...HES, Y...HES. STOP. FUCK ME. Y...HES, Y...HES YUSUF FUCK ME PROPERLY,' she shouted, pulling me on top of her by my hair. Without further ado, I drove my cock into her choot and started the fuck motion. By the time I finished, Seema had cum four times. After the fuck, we dozed off. Being a light sleeper, I got up when the door opened, and Mohan and Mehru walked in. They were still naked. Seeing that I was awake, Mohan whispered, 'How did it go?' I grinned and gave him thumbs up sign. 'Rise and shine everybody,' he said, grinned back, 'it is nine o'clock, and we are famished.' I was watching Seema. She opened one eye and took in the scene.Suddenly, she jumped out of bed and ran into Mehru's arms crying, "Aapka Yusuf barda kharab hai. Ussne mujhe saari raat choda. Dekho na, meri choot kitni sooj gayi hai (Your Yusuf is very bad. He fucked me the whole night. Look, how sore my cunt has become)." They looked at each other and, hugging each other, laughed loudly. Seema then turned to Mohan. "Dear husband, why did you not tell me about your pact with Yusuf?" she asked. "Would you have agreed?" Mohan questioned in return. "No, definitely not," Seema shot back. "There you have my answer," Mohan laughed. "Okay, now that Yusuf has fucked me, you might as well tell me to whom all have you promised my choot," she asked Mohan. "Only Yusuf, no one else," Mohan replied. "What a pity, I would have loved to fuck some more friends of yours, but I suppose I will have to be satisfied with Yusuf only," she giggled, then turning to me, added, "Yusuf, you will have to do duty tonight also." We all laughed. "Mehru, let us go to your room, and I'll tell you what happened last night," Seema giggled happily, leading Mehru out of the room. After breakfast, we did some sightseeing. It was very hot. We were very thirsty when we returned to the suite for lunch. I opened a bottle of beer from the mini bar and poured two glasses. "What about us?" Seema asked. "We have a better drink for you in mind," I laughed, pulling down the zip of my trousers and taking out my cock. Mohan followed suit, "Mehru, shall I pour out your drink or would you prefer to have it fresh from the source." Both of them sucked our cocks and swallowed our cum. For two days and two nights, we fucked, sucked, and licked at will. On the third night, Mohan declared, "Ladies, tonight we are going to take your ass hole cherry." "What! You are not going to fuck me in my ass hole," Mehru said.

Part 6

Authors/SAHEBJI/BAM WHAM THANK YOU MA'AM 6.txt

Sahebji

DEN OF DEBAUCHERY 10

'No! I did not lust for them. You gave me what you say you did because you wanted to repent for blackmailing me to fulfill your lust for Arti,' I replied, looking the MD in the eye. 'I loved Mala and would have married her if I had not been scared shitless of my father.' 'What about Reema and Seema? Tell me you loved them too and never lusted for their kori choots (virgin cunts),' MD said, getting agitated. 'No, I did not love them then, nor did I lust for them,' I replied truthfully. 'When Arti forgave me for my part in the despicable deed of pushing her into your arms, I had promised myself that if she forgave me, then I would do whatever she wanted. She told me to fuck Reema and Seema, and I fucked them...' 'What a horrible thing to say,' Reema said, with tears in her eyes. '...but since then, I have learned to love them just as dearly as I love Mala,' I concluded, kissing her tears away. 'Darling, that was then, but now I love you.' MD's face was red with anger. 'You mean you had no feelings for them and fucked them so Sudha could get her revenge?' he sputtered. 'Of course I liked them very much, but Sudha's revenge had nothing to do with it,' I replied calmly. 'Arti asked me, and I did her bidding.' The MD was getting more and more agitated, but before he could reply, Kala intervened, 'Stop it, you two. This is enough for one day. What has happened has happened and can't be undone, but Raju, you need your rest. I don't want you falling sick again. Girls, continue your discussion with Randy and Arti somewhere else.' 'Randy, let us go to my room,' Reema said, smiling. 'After hearing all that happened to Miss Breganza and Tulsi, I am leaking like a municipality tap.' 'Good idea,' I laughed, putting my arm around her and squeezing her boob. 'I have just the plug to stop the leak.' 'Kala, dekh Randy phir meri lardkiyon ko chodega (Kala, see Randy is going to fuck my daughters again),' we heard MD wail. 'Chodene de. Randy unki choot tau phard hee chuka hai, ab unhain chodene main kya harz hai (Let him fuck. He has already deflowered them, and where is the harm if he fucks them again),' Kala said. 'But you must rest now.' After I had plugged Reema's leak, I asked, 'Seema, how are Miss Breganza and Tulsi doing?' 'They are fine. Miss Breganza has stopped chasing girls, and I think she is fucking a boy named Arvind. Arvind is on the football team. He is over six-foot tall and as strong as an ox. Tulsi has gone back to her sweetheart Amit and, according to her, is fucking him silly.' 'Did you go back to her?' Reema asked. 'No, but I plan to someday,' I replied. 'Randy,' Mala said with a straight face, 'I think my choot requires plugging too.' 'Mine too,' Seema giggled. This made us all laugh. I tried to plug the leaks as often as I could, and it was quite late when we returned home. I think it would not be out of place to mention here that a few years later, Amba did apply for a job with the company. This is what transpired: One afternoon, Jaya announced that a Mrs. Meera, from the Accounts Department, wanted to see me, but she had no appointment. 'Never mind the appointment, just send her in,' I told her and got up to receive Meera. 'Hello, Meera, come on in and take a seat,' I said, kissing her on the cheek and helping her into a chair. 'Long time no see, I hope all is well.' 'Thank you, sir. Yes, it has been some time since you called me,' she replied, sitting down. 'Is it something special you wanted to see me about?' I asked, adjusting her chair. 'I have come to ask you for a favor,' she said. 'Sure, tell me,' I replied, walking towards my chair behind the desk. 'My daughter Amba has applied for a job in the company,' she said. Immediately, the vision of Amba standing naked in front of me floated before my eyes, and my cock started to swell. Covering the distance to my chair in two big strides, I sat down quickly so that Meera would not see the bulge in my pants. For a few minutes, I remained silent, thinking how to proceed. This time, I did not want Amba slipping through my fingers. 'Yes,' I thought, 'the best strategy would be not to be too eager.' 'Sorry, I would like to help, but at present, there is no opening,' I told Meera, trying to play hardball. 'I hear that Manjari is leaving,' Meera said. 'Yes, you're right. She is getting married at the end of the week and moving out of town,' I replied, 'but I had not planned to fill her place.' 'Amba is intelligent and hard-working. I am sure she will be an asset to the company,' Meera pressed. 'Well, if you say so, then I can consider Amba for Manjari's job,' I replied, acceding to her request gracefully. 'Anything else?' 'Actually, this was not the favor I had in mind,' she said. 'I suppose she will have to appear for an interview?' 'Yes, we insist on interviewing all before employing them,' I replied, trying to control my jumping cock. 'In the past, I have been present during several interviews and know how they are conducted in the company. I was wondering if you could dispense with it in her case,' Meera requested. 'Sorry, Meera, that will not be possible,' I replied. 'It is company policy, you know.' 'Yes, I know that, but can't you do it for old times' sake?' Meera asked, with tears in her eyes. 'My Amba is still a virgin.' 'Now that you have invoked our old association, then let me tell you something about Amba and why she is still a virgin,' I said and related the story of my first meeting with Amba. 'It was stupid of her to go to Miss Breganza, and I am grateful to you for letting her go without touching her that day,' Meera said. 'But can't you do it again at my request?' 'Meera, I hate to disappoint you, but that is not possible,' I replied. 'On that day, I acted as Randy, a friend of Meera, who could do what he liked, but now as an officer of the company, I have to uphold the policies of the company.' Meera looked very dejected. 'Meera, I can make a couple of suggestions if you want to protect Amba's virginity,' I said. Meera's eyes lit up with hope, and she asked eagerly, 'What do you suggest?' 'The first is to ask her to look for another job,' I said. 'You think I haven't tried it, but she and her father have set their minds on this company,' Meera replied sadly. 'The second one is you tell her clearly what to expect during the interview,' I said. 'I thought of that too, but telling her means exposing my activities here. The consequence would be that my husband would throw me out of the house,' Meera said, sobbing. 'Only hope left now is to pray that she does not cooperate and flunks her interview,' I said. 'Yes, I know, but it is a very, very slim hope. I know you, and I am certain you will be able to persuade her. Like her mother, she is quite horny,' she replied and, as she got up to leave, added, 'Sir, please don't tell her about us.' 'Of course not, but if she is intelligent as you say she is, then it won't be long before she finds out,' I replied. 'Oh, let her, because by the time she gets to know about me, she herself would be in the same vulnerable position as I,' Meera smiled. Couple of days later, Rama ushered Amba into my room immediately after lunch. 'Amba, meet our boss,' Rama said. 'Sir, this is Amba. She is here to interview for Manjari's position.' 'Pleased to meet...W...W...WHAT YOU?' Amba shouted, surprised. 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?' 'Hello, Amba,' I said, grinning back at her. 'Amba, do you know our boss?' Rama inquired, a bit puzzled. 'I...I d...d...don't know,' Amba stuttered, confused. 'Does the boss have a twin brother in the police force?' 'Not that I know of,' Rama replied. 'Sorry, ma'am, I must have confused him with someone else,' Amba said, recovering from the initial shock. 'Shall we start?' Rama asked. Amba nodded.For the next hour, Rama quizzed her intensively on different subjects. Amba answered all her questions confidently. When I saw that Rama had reached the second part of the interview, I raised my hand, motioning her to remain silent. "Rama, I will take over from here," I said, and getting up, walked to the other side of my desk. Seeing me get up, both Rama and Amba also came to their feet. I approached Amba from the rear. "Amba, your boobs have grown quite nicely since I saw you last," I said, cupping and weighing them with my hands. "So it was you," Amba laughed nervously. "Yes, my dear, it was me. Now, take off your clothes and let me see how the rest of you has developed," I said. "Y..y...you want me to undress?" she asked, surprised. "What's the big deal? I have seen you naked before, haven't I?" I said. She reflected for a minute, then started to disrobe. "Why not?" Amba laughed. She looked as beautiful as ever. Her choot had no hair on it. Miss Breganza knew her oats. Amba's shaven choot looked gorgeous. Her well-developed clit peeped out from between her virgin cunt lips, which looked as if they were stuck together. I put my left arm around her waist, squeezing her tit gently, and ran the fingers of my other hand through her slit. "I see no hair on your choot, so you did take Miss Breganza's advice," I observed. "Yes, I did. My choot looks nice, doesn't it?" Amba said proudly. "Yes, darling, it looks superb. Now, lie down on the sofa," I said. "K...K...Kya karenge aap? (W..W..What are you going to do?)" Amba said, nonplussed. "What you wished I had done that day but didn't. Main aaj tujhe chodoonga (I am going to fuck you now)," I replied, undressing. For a moment, she froze, but when she saw my raging erection, she placed her hands in front of her naked choot, as if to protect it from my cock, and said, "Nahin! Main aap ko chodene nahin doongi (No! I will not let you fuck me)." "Oh, I forgot you require a compelling reason to give up your virginity. Amba, my dear, if you don't agree, then you can't work here," I said, grinning devilishly. "W...W...Who told you all this?" she said, "oh, I know it must have been Seema. So it was you who fucked Seema also." "Haan maine hee usski choot phardi thi jaisse main ab teri choot phardene wala hoon (Yes, it was I who popped her cherry, and I am going to deflower you now)," I replied, still grinning, "remember, Amba, no fuck, no job. Think." She stared long into my eyes and then, slowly removing her hand from in front of her choot, lay down on the sofa. In the next few hours, I interviewed her from all aspects, in the best tradition of the company's policy. "When do I start?" she asked, dressing. "From tomorrow. Collect your letter of appointment from Jaya first thing in the morning and come to my office. I will show you what to do till Manjari leaves," Rama said. "See you in the morning, ma'am," Amba said happily. "Sir, I am curious when and how did you meet her?" Rama asked after Amba had gone. In a few lines, I told her the story without any reference to Meera. "Your compelling reason, 'no fuck, no job,' was quite weak," Rama smiled, "for a moment, I thought she will refuse." "It may seem not compelling enough, but I knew that she wanted the job desperately," I laughed. "For the sake of argument, what would you have done if she had said no?" Rama asked. "Done! Me! Nothing, and she would still be a virgin," I laughed, "Rama, it is getting late. Let us go home." Next morning, when Amba came to collect her letter of appointment, I spent another few hours with her before she could report to Rama. In the afternoon, Meera came to see me. "Randy, I know you have fucked her because she has got the job," she said, "but what surprises me is that you also introduced her to butt fucking and cock sucking." "I thought why leave anything for tomorrow," I laughed, "but how do you know? Did she tell you?" "No, she did not tell me. She told her father in her own way, though he did not understand her meaning, but it was clear to me," Meera smiled. "Meera, join me in a cup of coffee while you tell me," I said. When Jaya had served the coffee, Meera said, "Yesterday, after her interview, she came to my department. From her radiant smile, I knew that she was not a virgin anymore, but still asked, 'Amba, how did the interview go?'" "'Oh, mama, very well. I got the job,' she replied, giggling happily. When we reached home, her father asked her the same question, but insisted that she give more details." "'Okay, papa, in the beginning, Mrs. Rama, Manager (HRD), asked me a zillion questions. They were easy, and I breezed through them. Then the boss took over. His first few questions were easy, and I had no difficulty answering them. Then he brought out a real big hard one. Though I had the answer with me, I was a little scared and nervous. Papa, I had never done it before, and it was my first time.'" "'What do you mean it was your first time?' my husband asked, getting worried, 'tu wahan interview dene gayi thi na ki chudwane? (You had gone there for an interview and not to fuck). Where was Mrs. Rama?'" "Amba opened her big eyes wide and, looking innocently at her father, said, 'Interview dene (for an interview), but papa, it was my first time. I have never been interviewed before. Mrs. Rama was there throughout the interview.'" "'Oh, by your first time, you mean your first interview,' my husband said, relieved." "'Of course, what else?' Amba asked sweetly." "'All right, go on,' my husband said." "'Okay, where was I? Oh yes, then the boss threatened, "Amba, if you can't answer this question, then no job."'" "'Papa, I knew how keen you were for me to get this job, so I gave him the answer. His next question was very strange. He wanted the answer to the same question, but this time from the reverse. I thought, "What the heck, in for a penny, in for a pound," and clenching my teeth, gave him the answer he wanted.'" "'Tell me, papa, what should I have done?' she asked." "'Good girl,' her papa said, 'did you get the job?'" "Suppressing a smile, she continued, 'Of course. The boss was so happy with my answers that he gave me a drink before I left.'" "'A drink? What type of drink?' my husband asked, surprised." "'Coffee, papa, coffee, coffee with lots and lots of thick, yummy cream. Ummm, it tasted sooooo goooood. Bye, I must run. I am meeting with Seema tonight,' she said, completing her story and ran out of the room." "'What a strange way to describe an interview. I really don't know what happened,' my husband said to me." "'Main batati hoon. Woh apne boss se chudwa ke aayi hai (I will tell you. Her boss has fucked her),' I said." "'No, you are mistaken. You are always suspicious of my little girl,' my husband said lightly." "'Amba ne pahele apni choot phardwayi, phir gaand marwayi aur baad main boss ke laurde ka ras bhi peeya (First Amba got herself deflowered, then fucked in her asshole, and later swallowed the boss's seed),' I told him." "'Meera, you are stupid. What you are imagining could not happen, not in Mrs. Rama's presence,' my husband replied smugly, 'I have met Mrs. Rama Swami, she is a lady and would not have permitted such things to take place in her presence.'" "'He had put his faith in Rama, the biggest fucktress in town, and his horny daughter, so I kept quiet,' Meera said, 'Well, this is all.'" "'You think it was wise to say it all so openly?' I asked." "'Randy, for some reason, I thought he should know the truth. Maybe in the future, when things come out in the open, it might help me,' Meera said, 'I knew he won't believe me, as you see, he didn't.'" "'Yes, sometimes truth is stranger than fiction,' I laughed." Meera got up. "I must go now," Meera said and added wistfully, "I suppose now that you have the tight cunt of my daughter to fuck, you have no interest in her mother." "Meera, never say that," I said, "I can never forget your choot. Come on the sofa, and I will show you how much interest I have in it." I then proceeded to demonstrate to her my interest in her choot and gaand several times. After an hour or so, Meera left with a satisfied smile. When I was about to leave for home, Jaya came in. "Sir, shall I put their names on your 'mother and daughter' orgy list?" she giggled. "Yes, please do that," I replied automatically. Then, realizing that she had been eavesdropping again, I caught her by her hair and said, "Jaya, I wish you would stop listening to private conversations." "OWWW! You are hurting me," she screamed, "just because you are the boss, you think you can hurt a girl when you want." "Yes, and fuck her too," I replied angrily, poking my finger at her cunt. "Oh, that would be nice. Shall I undress, or you want to fuck me with my clothes on?" she giggled. "NO! I am not going to fuck you. Get out and call for my car," I said, laughing. Somehow, I could not remain angry with Jaya for more than a few minutes. "Sir, may I ask you something?" Jaya said. "Go on," I replied, "I am in a hurry." "Have you ever deflowered the mother and later her daughter also?" she asked. "No, not yet," I replied, grinning, "but when I deflower your daughter, then the answer will be in the affirmative," I replied, laughing. "Naughty, naughty," she giggled, "you have again forgotten that you did not pop my cherry, but I can think of many other candidates who could fit the bill." "Get out and do your thinking outside," I said tersely, "and don't forget to call for my car." When I reached home that evening, Seema was apparently waiting for me and waylaid me before I reached my room. "Randy, congratulations," she said, "your prophecy turned out to be correct." "Thanks, my dear," I replied, "but do you mind telling me which one." "About Amba," she continued, "suna hai ki aapne usski choot phard dee (I have heard that you have deflowered her).""'Yes, yesterday afternoon,' I replied, kissing her pretty face and opening the door of my room, added, 'Come in, I need to shower.' Although I knew that Amba had met with her yesterday, stepping into the shower, I asked, 'Who told you?' 'Amba herself, who else?' she replied. 'Tell me about it,' I said, 'why don't you join me? Then we won't have to shout.' Seema undressed and joined me in the shower. 'Okay, now tell me what happened,' I said, squeezing her breasts and rubbing her pussy. 'Oh, Randy,' she moaned, 'if you keep rubbing my pussy like this, then I will not be able to concentrate.' 'Sorry, darling,' I said, switching my attention to soaping her back, 'is this all right?' 'Yes, much better. Yesterday, Amba called me and wanted to meet me urgently,' Seema said, starting her story, 'when I reached the appointed place, Amba was waiting for me. 'Seema, darling,' she gushed, 'do you see anything different about me?' I looked carefully at her. 'Yes, you look radiantly beautiful, there is a sparkle in your eyes and your skin has a glow I have never seen before,' I replied truthfully. 'Oh, Seema, I am so happy,' she giggled, 'can you guess the reason?' 'Well, the first thought that pops into my mind is that you are no longer a virgin,' I replied. 'Right the first time,' Amba laughed and, embracing me, cooed, 'oh, Seema, I am so happy.' 'Did you enjoy your first fuck?' 'It was heavenly, just heavenly,' she sighed. 'Tell me when it happened and who was the lucky man?' I asked. 'This afternoon, and the lucky man is the same one who opened your pussy,' she replied with a naughty smile. 'Still fishing? Don't you ever give up?' I laughed. 'No, my dear, not fishing, I know,' she laughed, 'for your information, I went for a job interview to your company.' 'Oh, oh,' is all I could say. 'Oh, oh is right,' she said, smiling, 'before popping my cherry, he told me that he had deflowered you too.' 'Randy, why did you tell her?' Seema complained, breaking off her narration. 'I did not tell her, she guessed,' I replied, kissing her, 'I merely confirmed it.' 'How could she guess?' Seema asked. 'Firstly, she recognized me, secondly, to convince her to agree, I had to use the information you gave me,' I told her. 'What information?' Seema inquired. 'Information like she was disappointed that I had not fucked her that day, and she had to have a compelling reason to give up her virginity,' I explained, 'I hope you are not too annoyed, she is your best friend, isn't she?' 'That she is,' Seema said, 'no, I could never be angry with you.' 'What happened next?' I asked. Continuing her story, Seema said, 'Amba suddenly lowered her voice and whispered, "Gosh, Randy's cock is so huge." I nearly chickened out when I first saw it standing majestically on its hairy bed with its big glowing head pointing towards the ceiling, but then I thought if Seema could take it, then so can I, and agreed.' 'So you had an enjoyable afternoon,' I giggled. 'Not everything was so enjoyable,' Amba replied, rubbing her ass. 'It seems that he not only deflowered you but also took your asshole cherry,' I laughed. 'What could I do? He insisted, and I had to agree,' Amba replied, grimacing. 'Was it fun?' I asked. 'It was terrible,' she replied, 'I nearly died of pain when his cock entered my ass, but later it was not so bad.' 'Don't worry, with time it will get easier, and you will love it too,' I told her. 'I hope so, because that is exactly what he said,' she said. 'What else did you do?' I probed. 'Oh, I sucked his cock and swallowed his cum,' Amba said, 'it was very salty.' 'Yes, it is a bit salty, but you will like it. With time, the taste grows on you,' I replied. 'Seema, tell me it was you who took Randy to Miss Breganza's place that day, isn't it so?' Amba asked. 'Yes, I did,' I replied. 'But why, she was not harming anyone?' Amba asked. 'Yes, she was. She was harming herself and the innocent girls like you and me she seduced. She wanted us to become lesbians and hate men when she herself had had no experience with a man,' I explained to her, 'did you know that she was still a virgin?' 'No, I didn't, but how do you know?' she asked, surprised. 'I know because I stuck my tongue into her pussy,' I continued with my explanation, 'Amba, you were there only once, but after giving you pleasure on your next couple of visits, she would have asked you too to lick her cunt.' 'Gosh, I don't know if I could have done it. Even today, I have not eaten a pussy,' Amba said. 'Tulsi did it. I did it, and you would have done it also. She could be very persuasive,' I replied. 'How come you decided to do it?' Amba asked. 'I was completely under her influence. I loved pussy eating and hated men. On my eighteenth birthday, Randy deflowered me. Randy was very different. He was not like the men ma'am had described. He was very gentle and considerate. The pleasure I felt was many times more than what her tongue produced,' I explained to her, 'I discussed my idea with Randy and his wife. We decided to give her a taste of being with a man, and after that, she could decide what to do. Luckily, Tulsi and ma'am loved fucking, and today they are happily married.' 'Hey, hold on, Tulsi went away after leaving me with ma'am,' Amba asked. 'Yes, she did, but she returned just in time to lose her virginity to Randy,' I laughed. 'So this is how Randy happened to be there,' Amba mused. 'Thank me, otherwise, you would be a virgin still looking for pussies to eat,' I giggled. 'Thank you, ma'am,' Amba laughed, bowing low, 'Seema, some day we must fuck Randy together.' 'Of course, and then you can get the taste of your first pussy,' I giggled, 'This is all. Randy, I am feeling very hot.' 'Me too,' I replied and carried her to the bed and started to hump her. A week later, Seema came to the office. 'Seema, what are you doing here?' I asked. 'I have come to give Amba a taste of my pussy and fulfilling my promise to fuck you together with her,' Seema replied. 'Didn't you see her outside?' I asked. 'No, only Jaya was there,' she replied. I asked Jaya to step into my office. 'Jaya, where is Amba?' I asked her when she came. 'She has gone to deliver some papers to Malti ma'am,' Jaya replied, grinning at Seema. 'Find Amba and tell her to bring her tight pussy into my office right away,' I said. Jaya walked to my desk, throwing the external speaker switch, picked up the phone, and punched in a few numbers. 'Malti here,' we heard Malti say. 'Good morning, ma'am, it is Jaya on the line,' Jaya spoke into the phone, 'is Amba there?' 'No, I don't think so,' Malti replied, 'hold on, she has just come in.' 'May I speak to her?' Jaya asked politely. 'Yes, Amba speaking,' we heard Amba say. 'Jaya here,' Jaya said, 'I have a message for you from the boss, quote, tell Amba to bring her tight pussy into my office right away, unquote. What shall I tell him?' 'Tell him I will be there in two minutes,' Amba replied. 'Actually, darling, there is no hurry, take your time,' Jaya cooed into the phone, 'in the meanwhile, I will take care of his needs.' 'Don't you dare, you horny imp,' we heard Amba shout, followed by 'Ma'am, here are some papers boss wants you to see. Sorry, I have to run, boss wants me.' Seema and I laughed heartily at their conversation. 'Randy, why don't you give poor Jaya also a shot. Her pussy must be itching also,' Seema said. 'Thank you, ma'am. My pussy is itching soooo,' Jaya replied, throwing her a grateful glance and looked expectantly at me. 'Poor Jaya,' I laughed, 'she has a perpetual itch between her legs.' Jaya made a face, and before she could reply, Amba burst into my office, panting heavily. 'Sir, I came as fast as I could,' she said, gasping for breath. 'Relax, my dear,' I said, 'look who is here.' 'SEEMA,' Amba shouted, still panting, 'what brings you here?' 'You wanted to fuck Randy together with me, so I am here,' Seema replied. 'Jaya, you can go back to your room while I take care of these two ladies,' I said, undressing. 'Randy! Don't be so mean, let Jaya stay if she wants to,' Seema said. 'Seema, you lie down on the sofa, Amba will eat your pussy while I take her from behind,' I suggested. 'I have never licked a cunt before,' Amba said, grimacing. 'Try it, you will like it,' I replied, 'if it is too distasteful to you, then I can always ask Jaya to take your place.' 'YES, YES,' Jaya shouted and started to pull off her clothes. 'No, I will do it,' Amba decided. Soon, we were in position. Seema lay on the sofa with Amba crouching between her wide-spread legs, offering her behind to me to enter. 'Jaya, don't stand there, come here and give me your pussy to lick,' Seema said, 'it has been a long time since I tasted it.' Jaya undressed quickly and squatted facing me on Seema's mouth. 'Okay, we can start now,' I announced, pushing my cock into Amba's pussy from behind. 'Oh, it feels so good,' Amba moaned. After a few strokes, I spread her butt cheeks and shoved my cock into her asshole. 'AAWWW OH AAAHH,' Amba groaned. 'Amba, what is with you?' Seema asked. 'Boss has switched holes and entered my ass,' she replied. 'It didn't hurt much, did it?' Seema inquired. 'No, it is getting easier,' Amba groaned, 'every day for the last one week, the boss first buys me lunch and then fucks my asshole twice.' 'Amba, darling, soon he will stop buying you lunch, but still continue to fuck your butt,' Jaya moaned. 'Ladies, are we here to talk or to have fun?' I complained. After that, we fucked and licked. Each time we finished, we rotated the ladies. That afternoon, no official work was done, but by evening, I was completely done. Now back to the present. Days went by."MD's health kept improving. The doctors were very pleased with his progress, but to be on the safe side, they still advised him continued rest. The only concession they would make was that the MD could walk around the house. Going out remained taboo. For this reason, I was surprised to see the MD walk into my office one morning. "Sir, what are you doing here? You know the doctors have advised you to remain in the confines of the house," I said. "I thought I would surprise you," he replied, sitting down. "Apparently, you are not pleased to see me." "Of course, I am very happy to see you up and about, but is it wise?" I asked. "The ladies had gone shopping, and I was getting bored, so I thought I would drop in for a chat with you," he said. "So, how are things going?" "Everything is fine. Our turnover is up, so are our profits," I replied, giving him a statement I was perusing. For the next twenty minutes, he studied the document, asking questions which I clarified. "Sir, Rama ma'am wants to see you," Jaya's voice came over the intercom. I looked at the MD. "Go ahead, see her," he confirmed. "Jaya, send her in," I spoke into the intercom. Rama was also surprised to see the MD. "Sir, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in bed?" she exclaimed. "My dear Rama, I missed you so much that I thought I would come and give your choot a good poke," MD replied, laughing. "I am so glad that you are here," Rama cooed. "You can fuck me any time you like, but today I have a delectable piece of young virgin choot crying to be deflowered waiting in my room. I came to ask the DMD if he had time to interview her today." "Where do you plan to put her?" I asked. "My filing clerk is leaving. I would like her to take over from her," Rama explained. "Who is she? Tell us about her," MD said. "Her name is Saira. She is nineteen and very beautiful. You will love her," Rama giggled. "What the hell are you waiting for? Bring the lass in," MD laughed. Ten minutes later, Rama entered with her. Rama had not exaggerated. The girl was really very pretty. She was tall, slim with big bluish eyes. Her two long tresses lay lazily on her shapely boobs. "It would be a pleasure to open her choot," I thought, caressing my hardening cock. Rama introduced us, concluding with, "Saira, you are very lucky to be interviewed by the MD himself. Today is the first time he has come to the office after three months." "Very pleased to meet you, sir," Saira replied in a soft, well-modulated voice, smiling prettily. "She is apparently from the upper crust of society going through a bad patch," I thought. Rama started asking her the usual questions. "Just a minute, Rama," I said, holding up my palm. "Saira, from your application form, I see that you are only nineteen. Shouldn't you be studying instead of looking for a job?" "You are right, sir, but due to family circumstances, I had to give up my studies. Two months back, my father suddenly died, leaving my mother, the twins, and me behind. Our circumstances were not good, therefore, I, being the eldest, had to look for a job," she replied, dabbing at her tears with her handkerchief. "The twins?" I asked. "Oh, they are my younger sisters. They are still in school," she replied. "Don't you want to finish your studies?" MD asked. "Yes, sir, I do. I have joined evening classes and plan to attend them after work," Saira said. "You think you will be able to manage?" MD asked. "Yes, sir, I will," she replied confidently. "Okay, Rama, go ahead," MD said. For the next thirty minutes, Rama quizzed her. Saira replied to all her questions with confidence. Then Rama asked the inevitable question. "Saira, are you a virgin?" Rama asked. "Yes, ma'am, I am," Saira replied without batting an eye. "Oh, what a pity," Rama said. "Sorry, Saira, we can't offer you a job." "But why?" Saira asked, puzzled. "What has my being a virgin got to do with it?" "It is company policy not to employ virgins," I clarified gently. "What if I was not a virgin, then would the job be mine?" Saira asked. "Definitely," Rama replied, looking at us. MD and I nodded. "Please, as a favor to me, can we continue with the interview tomorrow?" Saira asked. "What difference would that make?" Rama asked, surprised. "I hope to locate at least one man in the next twenty-four hours who will put an end to my virginity," Saira replied calmly. Even the indomitable Rama was taken by surprise. "You mean..." Rama started to say, but Saira cut her off. "Ma'am, you don't understand my situation. I require employment very badly, and for this job, I am even willing to surrender my virginity," Saira replied. "Well, well, well," Rama said slowly, tapping the desk with her forefinger. "If you have decided to lose your virginity, then there is no need to look for anyone. If you like, our management can pop your cherry." "Would they?" Saira exclaimed, surprised. "It will be an honor." "Good, then let us get on with it," Rama said. "Saira, take off your clothes and lie down on the sofa." Without any ado, Saira started to undress. The MD and I stared at her beautiful body as she bared it. Soon, she was standing in her bra and panties. She unhooked her bra, letting it fall on the carpet, exposing her shapely boobs to our gaze. They were very firm, and her light brown nipples were taut. The sight was too much for my cock, and it started to ooze pre-cum. She then stepped out of her panties. Her cunt was covered with short but tastefully clipped pubic hair. I could just make out the contours of her cunt lips sticking together, with the clit peeping out from between them. She walked to the sofa in her birthday suit and lay down. "I am ready," she said to Rama. "Good girl," Rama said. "Randy, sir, please do the honors." As I unbuttoned my shirt, MD said, "Randy, wait. I will deflower her." "Please, sir, don't," Rama exclaimed. "It will be too strenuous for you." "Shut up, Rama. I said I will deflower her, and that is exactly what I am going to do," MD said, getting irritated. "Randy, call Manjari." When Manjari came in, MD asked her to help him undress. When he was naked, he sat down, panting slightly from the effort, with his limp cock hanging lifelessly between his legs. "Manjari, my dear, suck my cock and make it hard," he ordered. Obediently, Manjari got down on her knees and started to suck his flaccid tool. I noticed that Saira was watching everything very intently. After ten minutes or so, MD's cock looked hard. "Enough, Manjari," MD said, getting to his feet. "Sir, you are not hard enough to deflower a virgin," Rama pointed out. "Rama, must you always play spoilsport?" MD chastened her, and pressing back Saira's legs on her breasts, got in between them. Placing his cock at her choot entrance, he gave a mighty push. "OOOWWAA!" Saira screamed. "You are not in her," Rama commented, peering in between Saira's legs. "Yes, I know," MD replied and shoved hard again. "OOOWWAA!" Saira screamed again. This time, MD's limp cock fell out. "I told you that you were not hard enough," Rama said triumphantly, helping him to his chair. "Manjari, don't stand there gaping like an ape," MD said. "Come here and suck my cock." "Sir, Saira has been very cooperative, and I think it is not fair to make her suffer like this," Rama said to the MD. I noticed Saira give a grateful look towards Rama's back. "Haan, tum theek kaheti ho. Randy, tum isski choot phard do, main isse baad main chod loonga (Yes, I think you are right. Randy, you pop her cherry, I will fuck her later)," MD said. I quickly undressed and walked to the sofa. Seeing my raging erection, Saira's eyes widened with fear, but without a word, she raised her legs in the air and spread them, making place for me. I got on top of her and, placing my cock at her choot door, took a firm grip of her. "It is going to hurt a little," I said. She nodded bravely. I pressed my forward. "OW!" she groaned as the swollen head of my cock entered her. I pressed on. Her virginal membrane stretched and wrapped itself around my phallus. Suddenly, "AAAAAAYYYYYYYYIIIIIIEEEEE!" Saira screamed as her hymen snapped under my relentless pressure, and my cock rushed into her choot till our pubic hair intermingled with each other. "OH GOD, IT HURTS!" Saira groaned. "Soon, it will be okay," I said and started to fuck her with long, slow strokes. After ten minutes of stroking her choot, her "OH's" of pain turned into "AAHH's" of pleasure. Her choot was very tight, and I was enjoying myself. "Randy, that is not the way to fuck a virgin," MD said. "Fuck her harder and faster." I obeyed. "Manjari, stop. I don't think you can manage it," MD said. "Rama, you suck my cock. If there is anyone who can blow life into my cock, then it is you." "OH, IT FEELS SO NICE. Y..HES, SIR, FUCK ME HARDER!" Saira shouted, moving her bottoms in rhythm with my in-and-out movement. "Achcha lag raha hai? (Does it feel nice?)" I asked, increasing the strength and speed of my strokes. "Y..HES, IT FEELS HEAVENLY, AND IT IS GETTING BETTER WITH EACH STROKE. OH, SIR, PLEASE, FASTER. Y...HES, THAT IS THE WAY. GODDD, I AM NEARLY THERE. DOOONNN'TTT STOP. OHHHHHHHHHHHH SSSSSIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRR!" she yelled and fell back, gasping for breath. After a few more strokes, I, with a loud grunt of satisfaction, poured my cum into her hitherto virgin choot. For a while, we lay kissing each other. When the kiss broke, I lit a cigarette, and we both lay in each other's arms, watching Rama suck MD's cock. "OH, IT FEELS SOOO GOOD."'RAMA, YOU ARE THE BEST COCKSUCKER IN THE WORLD!' MD moaned, 'SAIRA, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? GO ON, SUCK RANDY'S COCK.' Without any hesitation, Saira took my cock in her mouth and started to suck. 'For a virgin sucking her first cock, she was good,' I thought, 'or was this her first blowjob?' 'Oh, Saira, you are good,' I moaned, 'keep it up. Suck faster, my dear.' She continued to roll her tongue around the phallus while bobbing her head up and down. 'GOD, SAIRA, I AM ABOUT TO CUM,' I screamed. 'Saira, you must swallow Randy's cum,' MD instructed. Nodding, she sucked harder. 'OH, IT IS COMING,' I yelled and started to inject my cum into her mouth. Diligently, Saira swallowed all that I had to give without spilling a drop. 'Well done, my dear,' I said, seating her on my naked lap and squeezing her shapely breasts. 'Thank you, sir,' she panted. 'Where did you learn to give head like this?' I asked. 'Sir, this is my first time. I just did what I saw ma'am do,' she replied. 'Darling, you have talent, and with some practice, you will be as good as Rama,' I complimented her. 'In this job, I bet there would be no dearth of that,' she smiled. 'We will make sure of that,' I laughed. Rama was still busy working on MD's cock. I felt my cock stirring again. 'Saira, get on the sofa on all fours,' I said. 'All fours?' she inquired, raising one eyebrow. 'Yes, now it is the turn of your virgin asshole,' I replied, taking out a tube of Vaseline from my desk drawer. 'Are you going to fuck me in the asshole also?' she asked. 'It is still virgin, isn't it?' I inquired. She nodded, and without a word, got into position. 'Manjari, prepare her asshole,' I said, giving her the tube. After a few minutes, Manjari said, 'Sir, her asshole is ready.' 'Sir, your cock looks good. Now, would you like to take the first shot at her asshole?' I asked the MD. 'No, Randy, you do it. I am enjoying the sensation Rama's mouth is producing. I have not ejaculated in three months and want to reward Rama with a bucketful of my cum,' MD smiled. Taking a firm grip of Saira's shoulder, I placed my cock on her puckered hole and pressed. As her hole started to open, Saira shouted, 'PLEASE STOP. IT IS HURTING VERY MUCH. I CAN'T BEAR IT.' 'It will soon be over,' I consoled her. 'NO, NO, THE PAIN IS TERRIBLE. STOP. I DON'T WANT THE JOB, BUT FOR GOD'S SAKE, STOP,' she pleaded. Ignoring her pleas, I pressed harder. 'AAAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE,' she screamed at the top of her voice as suddenly her sphincter snapped open, burying half my cock in her butt. One more push, and I was fully inside her asshole. 'Oh, please stop,' she sobbed. 'Darling, you have been so brave. Don't lose heart now. Now, you will feel pleasure only,' I replied and started to fuck her butt. She lay groaning with pain. With the in-and-out movement, I simultaneously rubbed her pussy with my hand. Soon, her groans stopped, and a loud 'OH' of pleasure escaped her. I increased my speed. She continued to moan with pleasure. 'Oh, sir, it feels good now,' she moaned, 'I think I am coming. Yes, I am there. OHHHHHHHHHHHH,' she moaned. A few strokes later, I shot my load inside her. 'So, was it terrible enough to throw away the job?' I asked. 'Sir, in the beginning, the pain was unbearable, but later, it was nice. Will I be required to do this often?' she inquired, wiping her tears. 'Yes, when we want to, but the next time, it won't hurt so much, and after a few times, you won't even feel it. Right, Manjari?' I told her. 'Yes, sir,' Manjari concurred. MD had not yet cum, but was moaning loudly. Rama was also not giving up; she continued to suck his cock hard. 'RAMA, MY DARLING, I FEEL MY SPERM IS RISING,' MD said loudly and, closing his eyes, shouted, 'OH, RAMA, HERE COMES THE BUCKETFUL,' and started to spurt his cum inside Rama's waiting mouth. Rama swallowed as fast as she could, but the quantity was too much even for her. Rivulets of cum ran out from the side of her mouth. 'Manjari, our MD's cum is very precious. Make sure it does not fall on the carpet,' I said. Immediately, Manjari licked off the excess from Rama's face. 'Oh, this was good. Rama, you are really the greatest,' MD sighed and lay back, gasping for breath. 'Saira, get dressed now,' Rama panted, 'tomorrow, after collecting your letter of appointment from DMD's secretary Jaya, report to me. As Saira was leaving, Rama said, 'Saira, our management likes hairless pussies.' 'Yes, ma'am, I understand. They will have no cause to complain,' Saira replied and closed the door behind her. 'Randy, MD does not look too good,' Rama said after Saira had left, 'he has not moved for the last five minutes.' She was right. MD's face had taken an ashen hue. 'You're right,' I said, 'please check.' 'Sir, sir, are you all right?' she asked, shaking him. 'Yes, I am fine,' he replied weakly, 'Rama, I am feeling very weak. Please help me dress and call for my car.' Ten minutes later, we saw him off. Just before closing time, Rama came to see me. 'Sir, I am worried about the MD,' she said, 'he did not look good.' 'You are right,' I replied, 'I was anyway planning to call on him. Would you like to come too?' She nodded. When we reached his residence, we met Kala. 'How is the boss?' Kala asked. 'He is sleeping. He looked like hell when he returned,' Kala said, 'what happened at the office?' Rama told her exactly what had transpired at the office. 'Oh, Kala, I am so sorry. I should have refused,' Rama said with tears in her eyes. 'It is not your fault, my dear,' Kala said, 'you know Raju is very stubborn. If you had refused, he would have got someone else to do it. For a moment, his looks did worry me, but he is tough. He will be his old self by morning.' 'Please make sure that he does not leave home again,' I advised. 'I have already taken care of that,' Kala replied, 'I have instructed the driver not to take him anywhere until I say so.' She was right. In the morning, when I inquired about MD's health, Kala told me he is still a little weak but otherwise fine. Next morning, Saira arrived at nine sharp. Jaya ushered Saira into my office, handing me her letter of appointment. 'Saira, before I sign it, I want you to read it carefully and check if everything is as per our discussions of yesterday,' I told Saira, giving her the appointment letter. Saira read it carefully. 'Sir, it is alright,' she said. As I signed the letter, I asked, 'Was your mother happy that you got the job?' 'Yes, as happy as she could be under the circumstances,' she replied. Her reply took me by surprise. 'What! You told your mother what happened here?' I exclaimed incredulously. 'Yes, everything in detail. There are no secrets between us in the family,' she explained. 'What did she say?' I inquired. Saira laughed softly. 'What is so amusing?' I asked. 'The twins, Abida and Farida, they are the limit,' Saira replied. 'You mean you told your younger sisters also?' I asked, surprised. 'I told you we have no secrets in the family. Yes, they were present when I told amma,' Saira said. 'Tell me what happened?' I repeated. 'Sir, this is what transpired,' Saira said, 'when I reached home, Abida asked me eagerly, "Appa (a term to address an elder sister), did you get the job?" 'Without replying to their query, I asked, "Where is amma?" '"In her room, where else," Farida said and shouted, "Amma, appa is back, but won't tell us if she got the job or not." 'Since the death of my father, my mother feels very lonely and spends most of her time in her room,' Saira explained. 'Quite understandable,' I said, 'please continue.' 'The twins followed me into mother's room. As I entered, my tears began to flow. I embraced my mother and started to cry. '"So, it is correct," she muttered more to herself than to me. '"Amma, what is correct?" I asked, controlling my sobs. '"Nothing, my dear. You tell me how did your interview go? Did you get the job?" mother asked. '"Yes, amma, I did, but at what price," I replied. '"What are you saying, appa? You mean you had to pay to get the job?" Abida asked, not understanding what I meant. '"What a cheap company. I will never work for them," Farida remarked. '"Quiet, you two. Let us hear what happened. Tell me everything in detail," mother asked softly. I then told her everything in detail. '"WOW, how cool," the twins said as one. '"Saira, I was afraid that something like this might happen. The MD of the company, also a member of The Country Club, once told your father that it is their policy not to hire virgins, but I did not believe it," mother said, hugging me with tears in her eyes, "maybe I should have warned you." '"Oh, amma, I wish you had," I replied. '"Saira, I am proud of you. It must have been a tough decision, but you rose to the occasion and sacrificed your virginity for the sake of your family." 'The twins started to giggle loudly. "What is with you two, this is not a laughing matter," mother said, scolding them. "Amma, I was thinking that appa did not rise to the occasion..." Abida started. '"...to lose her virginity but lay down on the sofa," Farida said, finishing the sentence. We all laughed at their remark. '"Amma, in a way, they are right. That is exactly what happened," I said. '"Amma, I have decided that when I am older, I will work for this company only," Abida said. '"Yes, me too," Farida added, "and lose my virginity during the interview. Abida, what do you say?" '"Yeah, and get fucked in the asshole too. Cool, man, cool," Abida agreed. '"Shut up, you two. Go and finish your homework," amma said, trying not to giggle. 'At night, after mother had gone to sleep, they crept into my bedroom with a thousand and one questions. '"Appa, aapke DMD ka laurda kitna barda tha? (Appa, how big was DMD's cock?)"''Oooh, it's so large! It must have pained a lot when it deflowered you?' Farida wanted to know. 'Yes, it hurt, but later it was very enjoyable,' I replied truthfully. 'Really, how enjoyable was it?' Abida asked. 'More than you can imagine,' I replied, and hugging them to me, added, 'my darlings, it was just heavenly.' 'How did it feel when it entered your asshole?' Farida inquired. 'I nearly died of pain, but later it was nice,' I replied. 'I have read that a cock in the asshole also gives lots of pleasure,' Farida said. 'That is what the DMD also said,' I replied, 'tell me, where do you read all this stuff?' 'Oh, here...' Abida started. '...and there,' Farida said, completing the sentence. 'Appa, we are very keen to fuck,' Abida giggled. 'Your time will also come,' I laughed, 'you are still young.' 'When?' Farida asked, 'how long must we wait?' 'Till you are at least eighteen,' I replied, 'then one cock or the other will pop your cherry.' 'No, not any cock. I have decided to give my cherry to your DMD only,' Abida said. 'Me too,' Farida added. 'Girls, go and sleep. It is getting late,' I advised. 'Can we sleep with you tonight?' they asked in unison. Before I could reply, they wrapped their arms and legs around me and settled down to sleep. In ten minutes, they were fast asleep, but I was very uncomfortable. Later, I disentangled myself from their limbs and went to sleep in their room. 'Today morning when I was leaving for work, amma said, "Saira, I hope you realize that your bosses would want to fuck you again and again."' 'I hope they do,' I replied indignantly and, giggling, added, 'if they don't, I would have to insist on a fresh interview or resign.' Before mother could reprimand me, I ran out. 'Sir, this is the whole story. The twins are horny like hell and have decided to give their cherry to you only,' Saira giggled, concluding her narration. 'Saira, bring them to me, and I will be pleased to oblige them,' I said, laughing. 'You will have to wait,' Saira replied, smiling, 'as I said earlier, they are still too young.' 'Oh, I will wait. I am a patient man,' I laughed, 'Saira, that reminds me, I have a couple of questions to ask.' 'Would you like me to answer them here on my knees or on my back on the sofa?' she giggled, starting to unbutton her blouse. 'The sofa will be fine,' I smiled. 'I am glad you took Rama's advice,' I said, caressing her hairless choot. 'I had to. I thought it was mandatory,' Saira replied. 'Yes, it was. Now for the first question,' I said, getting between her wide-spread legs. 'AAAHHHH,' she moaned as I entered her and started to pump her tight choot. With each stroke, her moans got louder and louder. Her bottoms started to move in rhythm with the strokes, and her body arched upwards. 'OH SIR, IT IS HEAVENLY. OH, GO ON. Y...YES, FUCK ME HARDER. Y..HES, THAT IS THE WAY. NOW FASTER. OH SIR, I AM NEARLY THERE. Y..HES, I AM THERE. OH CRRRRIIISSSTTTT, I AAAMMM CCCOOOOMMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGGG,' she screamed in ecstasy and fell back, gasping for breath. A few seconds later, I also came with a loud sigh of satisfaction. After resting for a few minutes, I got up and, sitting down on a chair, lit a cigarette. 'Oh, sir, this time it was even better than yesterday,' Saira panted, 'but, sir, why have you withdrawn your lund? You had said that you had a couple of questions to ask. Aren't you going to ask the other one?' 'Maybe later,' I laughed, 'but at present, I want a cup of coffee. Would you like to join me?' 'That would be nice,' Saira replied, sitting up. 'Then, come and sit on my lap while I order it,' I said. Saira sat down on my naked lap. 'Jaya, could you please come in?' I said into the intercom. 'I will be with you in a minute,' Jaya replied. The heat from Saira's crotch started to reach my cock, and it became hard again. 'Saira, why are you fidgeting so? Can't you sit still?' I asked. 'I can't. Your big cock is poking me so,' Saira replied. 'Why not? That is its job,' I laughed. Saira half got up and bent forward. Then, taking my erect cock in her hand, aimed it at her choot hole and slowly impaled herself on it. 'Now, your cock is in its right place. It can poke here as much as it likes,' Saira giggled, squirming to settle more comfortably. 'Yes, sir,' Jaya said, smiling as she took in the whole scene. 'Two cups of coffee, please,' I said. 'Right away,' Jaya said and turned to leave. 'Sir, not for me,' Saira said, 'I couldn't drink coffee with your cock inside my choot. I will surely spill it, burning both of us,' Saira explained. 'Okay, Jaya, no coffee, but come here,' I said, lifting Saira's legs and spreading them, placed them on the armrests of the chair. Saira's hairless choot was fully exposed to Jaya's gaze. 'Jaya, my love, do you prefer to stand and look at Saira's choot or would you like to welcome Saira to the company?' I asked, smiling. 'Wow! Today must be my lucky day. Of course, I would,' Jaya replied eagerly and, getting down on her knees, started to lick Saira's hairless pussy. 'Christ, this feels good,' Saira moaned, squirming on my lap. Jaya was an experienced hand at pussy eating. Slowly, she increased the tempo, driving Saira up the wall with this new sensation. 'JAYA, YOUR TONGUE FEELS GREAT. GO ON. DON'T STOP,' Saira yelled, pressing Jaya's head to her choot. Jaya continued to lick her pussy. 'CHRIISSST, I AM NEARLY THERE. BITE ON MY CLIT. OWWWWAAAA, THAT WAS LOVELY. CHRRRRIIIISSSSTTTT, I AMMMM CCOOOOMMMMMIIIIINNNNGGGGG,' Saira screamed, jumping up and down and released her love juices, wetting my lund. Jaya slurped up Saira's cum and continued. Saira wetted my cock twice more before she pulled Jaya's head away from her cunt. 'OH, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE. IT WAS TOO MUCH,' she gasped. 'Then, I am sure you would like to thank Jaya by returning the compliment,' I said with a mischievous smile. 'Y.hes, I will, but let me catch my breath first,' Saira panted. 'God, am I lucky today,' Jaya giggled and, tearing off her clothing, lay down on the sofa with her legs wide apart in the air. She did not have to wait long. Saira released my cum-drenched cock from her choot and crouched between Jaya's wide-spread legs on her all fours and started to eat her pussy. I had not cum, but wanted to, and espying Saira's inviting position, I pushed my cock in her choot from the rear. After a few strokes, I spread her ass cheeks and placed my cock on her puckered hole. 'Saira, now for the second question,' I said and pressed for entry. Saira stopped licking and clenched her teeth together, waiting for the pain to come. 'Oh, why have you stopped?' Jaya moaned, 'it felt so good.' 'OW, OWW, OOWWAAA,' Saira shouted as the head of my cock disappeared in her asshole. 'GOD, IT STILL HURTS,' she groaned. 'OH, WHY HAVE YOU STOPPED?' Jaya repeated herself loudly. One push, and I was fully inside Saira's gaand. 'Sorry, Jaya, boss wanted to enter my gaand, and I was afraid that with the ensuing pain, I might bite off your clit,' Saira said and recommenced to eat Jaya's hairless cunt as I shoved my cock in and out of her tight asshole. Ten minutes later, I filled Saira's rear hole with my cum. In the meanwhile, Saira had brought Jaya to orgasm three times. 'Now that the honors are even, let us have coffee,' I suggested. Jaya started to dress. 'No, Jaya, you stay here,' I said and asked Manjari to serve the coffee. As we sipped our coffee, Jaya, with an impish grin, asked, 'Sir, don't you have questions to ask of poor me?' 'Yes, a few...' I started to say, but Jaya's scream of delight interrupted me. 'YIPPIE,' she shouted and, running to the sofa, lay down with her legs in the air, 'sir, ask away. I am ready.' 'Come back here, you imp,' I laughed, 'my questions can be asked here also.' She returned to her chair, with disappointment written all over her face, said, 'Okay, I am here.' 'Have you typed the letters I gave you yesterday?' I asked. 'GOD, WORK, WORK AND WORK,' she yelled in frustration, 'you do know how to spoil a girl's mood. I bet you practice it daily. Yes, sir, I have typed the letters, and for your kind information, I would have finished typing the statement you gave me also if I had not been recruited to join the welcoming committee.' Pin-drop silence followed her outburst. Suddenly, Jaya brightened and, turning to Saira, said, 'Don't mind Mr. Grouchy Pouchy here. He is not always like this. Usually, he is very nice and sometimes sweet also,' she giggled, taking my limp cock in her hand and kissing it, added, 'but this big fellow is always nice and sweet. I love it. With time, you will also learn to love it.' 'I already love it,' Saira giggled. 'Saira, if you enjoy fucking, then you will like it here,' Jaya said. 'I am sure I will enjoy working here,' Saira giggled, 'my first forenoon has been out of this world.' 'Good, then I think we will be good friends,' Jaya said, then lowering her voice, added in confidence, 'whenever you are free and Mr. Grouchy Pouchy...' 'Jaya,' I said, trying to intervene, but she ignored me and continued. '...is out on a screwing assignment, then come over. We will sixty-nine on his sofa.' 'Screwing assignment?' Saira asked, perplexed. 'Oh! You don't know? How could you, you are new here,' Jaya said, 'can you believe it, this man has one hundred and three cunts, including you, in the...' 'Jaya,' I repeated, but a little louder, without result. '...Company to fuck and half a dozen at home, but he is still not satisfied.'He goes around town fucking schoolteachers and schoolgirls. Many in the company call him "Mr. Insatiable." "JAYA! It is enough," I said. Jaya glanced at me and, walking to the sofa, stared hard at it. "Ah, this is a new one," she exclaimed, pointing to a red spot. "Saira, come here. Look at this red spot; this is where your shattered virginity bled yesterday," Jaya said. "Don't believe a word. The design has red spots in it. The upholstery is specially manufactured. It does not get stained; one wet swipe and it is clean again," I explained. "I can see that," Saira laughed. "Jaya, which is the spot left by your bleeding choot?" Jaya drew herself to her full height and assumed a superior expression. "Mine, you won't find it here! I was not deflowered in a lousy office but in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel," Jaya replied proudly. "I bet that I am the only girl in the world who lost both her cunt and gaand cherry simultaneously. I will tell you the story someday." "Jaya, all this does not interest Saira," I said mildly. "Saira, come over as I said before," Jaya said, changing the subject. "I will tell you such stories that your cunt hair will stand." "Jaya, Saira has no hair on her cunt, or did that escape your attention?" I laughed. "Nothing escapes Jaya's attention. Point well taken, sir," Jaya continued unruffled. "Correction: I will tell you such cunny-wetting stories that will make you masturbate for days." "Ahem," I cleared my throat. "I think it's time to get dressed and go before Mr. Grouchy Pouchy says in his gruff voice, 'Girls, it's time to go back to work,'" Jaya said, imitating me. We all laughed. "I think we all should get back to work," I said, laughing. An hour later, Jaya brought in the letters and the statement. I pulled her onto my lap and kissed her. "Darling, you should not speak so much in front of a new girl. You could scare her," I said, reprimanding her mildly. "I didn't say anything wrong," she countered. "No, but when you start talking, you don't realize what you are saying," I said, squeezing her boobs. "Did I say anything I shouldn't have?" she moaned softly. "You shouldn't have told her about losing your cunt and gaand cherry simultaneously," I told her, putting my hand inside her blouse and caressing her taut nipple. "It is a fact, and it was my virginity. I can tell anyone I please about it," she replied stubbornly, squirming. "There are so many things I could have told her but didn't." "Like what?" I asked, putting my hand under her sari and tickling her choot. "I could have told Saira, if you work in this company, then the MD will fuck you, the DMD will fuck you, and then they will invite you to a party and compel you to screw their relatives. You will have to comply, even if it is distasteful to you. One fine day, they will take you on tour and let their friends hump you, so consider carefully before you join," Jaya said. "B..B..But nobody forced you to do anything?" I stuttered, shocked, inserting my finger in her choot. "I thought you enjoyed the parties." "Of course, I enjoy your parties, and no one ever forced me into anything, but she doesn't know that I am fibbing," Jaya giggled. "Oh, your finger feels so nice. Oh, sir, finger-fuck me." "Jaya, if you ever tell such fabricated tales to anyone, then I will have to take action against you," I threatened, feigning anger. "Get off my lap; you are a bad girl." "No, please let me remain. I was only joking," Jaya said, nibbling at my ear. "But the new girl doesn't know that you are fibbing. She might get scared and run away," I said mildly, finger-fucking her. "Oh, it feels nice," she moaned. "Where's the harm? Let Saira run away; you have already opened her choot. Then Rama ma'am will bring another girl, and you will deflower her also. It will be nice for you; you will get another cherry for the same job," she giggled. "I don't want Saira to run away; I want her to work here. She is intelligent, and I like her, so please restrain yourself," I said, continuing to move my finger in and out of her cunt. "Oh, move your finger faster," she moaned. "What do you want from me?" "I don't want you to tell her anything. Let her find out things for herself in due course," I said, pressing her clit with my thumb. "OWW!" she moaned, jumping clear off my lap. "What if I refuse?" "Then I will be forced to replace you with Manjari," I said, withdrawing my finger from her choot. "OH! Why have you removed your finger? Put it in again, no, put two of them in," she moaned. "Okay, I will do as you say, but on one condition." "And that is?" I asked. "You fuck me right here and immediately," she giggled. "Done deal," I said, and laying her on my desk, entered her. After a few minutes of in-and-out motion, Jaya screamed, "OH, SIR, IT IS LOVELY. Y..HES, FUCK ME HARDER. Y..HES, Y..HES FASTER. OH, I AAAMMMM CCCOOOMMMMIIINNNGGGG." A few strokes later, I came with a loud grunt of satisfaction. "Okay, I have done my part; now it's your turn," I panted, putting away my rammer. "Boy! This really hit the spots," she said, settling her sari. "Don't worry, I will not say anything." As she walked to the door, she swung her hips sexily. "Jaya, say 'promise,'" I called after her. "Promise, promise, promise," she shot back, laughing and waving at me. "God, she looks sexy," I thought as my cock began to swell again. I was in half a mind to call her back for another fuck but decided against it. "She is spoilt enough," I thought. Two days later, the phone rang. I squinted at the clock. It was five in the morning. "God, which idiot is calling at this hour?" I thought and decided to ignore it, but the phone kept ringing. Cursing, I got up. "Hello," I said sleepily into the receiver. Sudha was on the line, crying. All my senses became alert. "Sudha, what happened? Why are you crying? Is everything all right?" I inquired in quick succession. "Randy, please come here," she sobbed. "Our Raju is no more." "Where are you now?" I asked. "At home," she replied. "We will be right there," I said, replacing the receiver. Waking Arti, I told her about the phone call. Within twenty minutes, we were at MD's residence. I could see Sudha and the girls, but Kala was nowhere in sight. After offering our heartfelt condolences, Arti asked, "Where is Kala?" "She is inside with him," Sudha replied, bursting into tears afresh. "Sudha, take a grip of yourself; you are the oldest, and in this hour of crisis, you must try to be strong," I said gently, embracing her. "Did he suffer another heart attack?" "No, his heart was fine. His death was an accident," she sobbed. "Accident? Tell me what happened," I asked. "At about three a.m., he got out of bed. Kala, being a light sleeper, also woke up. 'Where are you going?' she asked him. 'To pee,' he mumbled. When fifteen minutes later, he had not returned, Kala went to check. She found Raju lying on the floor, bleeding profusely from a big gash on his head. Apparently, he had slipped and hit his head on the corner of the bathtub. We immediately called an ambulance and took him to the hospital. On arrival, they said he was no more. They did their best to revive him, but without success. Then we brought him back here, and I called you," Sudha explained. We found Kala sitting next to the body, staring into space with tearless eyes. "Kala, we are very sorry. Please accept our condolences," I said. "He was a good man." "Yes, he was a good man, sometimes unreasonable, but nevertheless a good man and a good husband. Everyone has to go sometime, but he must have hated to go like this. I am sure he would have some harsh words to say to God," she said with a tired smile. Not knowing what to say, we mumbled words of sympathy. "Randy, do you know what Raju always said to me? 'Kala, I want to go as I am cumming after deflowering a young virgin and fucking her tight choot,'" Kala said with a sad smile. "So would I," I replied. "What arrangements would you like me to make for the cremation?" Then we discussed the arrangements for his last rites. At eight, I rang up Rama and told her the sad news. "I'll be right there," she replied. "No, first go to the office and convey the sad news to the staff and inform them that the cremation will take place at 5 p.m. at the City Cremation Grounds, declare a three-day mourning as a mark of respect to the departed Soul, and then come here." In the evening, hundreds of people gathered at the cremation grounds to pay their last respects. The gentry read like the local who's who. Prominent industrialists and businessmen were there, as were the members of The Country Club and senior civil servants. The Minister of Industries also laid a wreath. Nearly all the staff members, past and present, were there, especially the ladies. Most of them were crying softly, and those few who weren't stared vacantly into open space, demonstrating that despite MD's insatiable lust for their bodies, they loved him dearly. At sharp five, his mortal remains were consigned to the flames in the presence of the august gathering. A week after the mourning period was over, the Board of Directors confirmed my appointment as the Managing Director of the Company. "Congratulations, Randy," Kala said. "If you like, now you can shift into his office." "Kala, this is not the way I wanted to be MD, but thanks anyway," I replied, shaking my head. "I think I will retain my office because I will feel uneasy sitting in his chair. In a few days, I will go through his papers and have all his personal effects sent to you." While going through MD's desk, I found a half-empty bottle of the special aphrodisiac, still in its original packing complete with the name and address of the Tantrik Baba, hidden deep in one of the drawers. Along with his personal belongings, I sent all his placards, trophies, etc.He had received for excellence in the field of management to Kala but retained the half-empty bottle which I gave to Arti for safekeeping. After some initial hiccups, it was soon business as usual. One evening, Kala and Sudha called on us. "Welcome, ladies. What a pleasant surprise, come in and make yourselves comfortable," I said. "What would you like to drink?" "Randy, this is not a social call," Kala said. "We have come on a mission." "Where is Arti?" Sudha asked. "Call her so that we won't have to repeat ourselves." "ARTI, LOOK WHO IS HERE!" I yelled, and said to myself, "Randy, my boy, it seems like something serious." "Arti, come sit down. The ladies have something to tell us," I said. "All right, now what is on your mind?" "You know that my husband was the first MD of the company and stayed at our house," Sudha said. "Yes, we know that," I replied. "After his death, Raju became the second MD and also stayed in my house along with his family," she continued. "All right, go on," I prompted. "Now that you are the third MD, we would like you to stay at my house as well," Sudha said. Kala nodded her head vigorously in agreement. Their proposal took me by complete surprise. "Y-Y-You want Arti and me to shift into your house?" I stammered. "Yes, as the head of the house. Arti will be the mistress of the house, and we both promise not to interfere," Kala said. "Please don't say that you will feel uneasy in Raju's bed. Sudha, the girls, and I will try to make you as comfortable as possible." "Yes, Randy, we will do our best to make you both very comfortable," Sudha pleaded. "Please don't say no." "Of all the things in the world," I laughed loudly, "I did not expect this. Ladies, it is not a simple decision of yes and no. There are many things to consider, for example, what will we do with our flat?" "Oh, sell it or rent it if you like," Kala replied. "Do what you wish with it." "All right, give me time. I have to discuss it with Arti," I told them. "Discuss as much as you like, but we expect you to shift in on Saturday," Kala said with finality. "I am told it is an auspicious day." "Now that our mission is over," Sudha sighed, "Randy, give me a stiff whisky and soda." "Me too," Kala added. They spent another hour with us before leaving. In the next couple of days, Arti and I discussed their proposal several times. Ultimately, we decided in its favor. We shifted house on Saturday. Tonight is my first night in the MD's house. I am lying naked on my back in the late MD's bed with Mala and Arti, also naked, flanking me. They are kissing and biting my nipples while I am finger-fucking them. Reema is crouched between my legs, sucking on my cock, as Seema licked and kissed my family jewels. On the adjoining bed, Sudha is banging the "black one" into Kala's choot. The room is echoing with our loud moans of pleasure. My mind wandered back to the day I joined the company as an accountant and how, due to the grace of God, I have risen to the post of the Managing Director in a short span of a few years. Today, I have everything I ever dreamed of: power, position, money, property, a fleet of cars, and over a hundred pretty ladies at my beck and call to satisfy my libido. 'Yes, this must be paradise,' I concluded. In the background, I heard Kala's ecstatic screams, punctuated by Sudha's grunts of satisfaction, as she came, and the moans of pleasure of Mala and Arti as they inundated my fingers with their love juice. Suddenly, I had doubts. 'Is this really paradise?' I thought. 'What did Sudha say to the late MD, a den of debauchery?' Then, as I started to spurt my cum into Reema's eager mouth with a loud sigh of satisfaction, I decided, 'No, no, she must be mistaken, because if there is a heaven on earth, then it is this, it is this...' The End

Part 10

Authors/SAHEBJI/DEN OF DEBAUCHERY 10.txt

Sahebji

BAM WHAM THANK YOU MA'AM

'Nice sisterly sentiments you have for your twin brother,' I laughed. 'The question is what do we do with him?' Seema asked, 'What would you say if he was to join us?' 'That means he will fuck us also?' Rose said. 'Of course. When he is part of our group then he will fuck all five of us,' Seema said. 'The lucky bastard, okay, we are game,' Sara laughed, looking at Rose. She nodded her consent. 'Has he fucked a girl before?' I asked. 'Fucked a girl?' Rose laughed, 'I doubt if he has seen one naked because once I caught him trying to peek under Sara's skirt.' 'Do you know anything else about him other than this?' Seema asked. 'He masturbates three to four times a day,' Sara said. 'Every young boy does that,' Seema said, 'is there anything else you know which might help us to make him join us?' 'Yes, I think so. A couple of weeks ago he came home from his English tuition, crying. When dad asked him why he was crying, he started to howl even louder and pointed towards his bottom. Then dad took him to his room,' Rose said, 'Later, when I asked dad, he was evasive. I wondered what could have happened to upset him so.' 'Mr. Hardy must have buggered him,' Sara said, gleefully. 'Sara, you would like to see him buggered, don't you?' I laughed. 'Not really, but he is a big pain in the butt,' Sara replied. 'You both go, we'll join you in a minute,' Seema said. 'I have never buggered a boy before. I'd like to try it,' I said to Seema. 'Sure bugger him but remember his cherry is mine,' Seema giggled, 'come let's join the others.' We sat down on the sofa with Joey in the middle and joined in their conversation. After ten minutes or so Seema whispered to Rani to leave us alone with Joey. Few minutes later Rani said, 'Mama, may we go to our room.' 'Sure,' Seema replied, 'In the meanwhile we'll entertain Joey.' All the four girls left. We talked on many subjects. Joey was very frank and forthcoming. 'I'll get something to eat,' Seema said, winking at me and left the two of us alone. 'Joey, how old are you? I asked. 'Thirteen plus,' he replied. 'Have you ever seen a woman naked?' I asked. Joey blushed and lowered his eyes. 'Don't be shy. Tell me, man to man,' I said, 'I won't tell anyone.' 'Only in sex magazines,' he said, softly. 'You mean you haven't seen your sister's choot?' I asked, acting surprised. 'No, once I tried to see Sara's choot but was caught,' he replied. 'Would you like to see one,' I asked. 'Yes, very much,' Joey replied, excitedly. 'I'll arrange for you to see one but first tell me what happened and who caught you,' I said. He looked around and lowering his voice said, 'Rose. One day when I entered….' Just then Seema returned with a tray full of goodies. 'Have I missed anything?' she asked, placing the tray in front of Joey. 'Joey just told me that he had never seen a choot. I have promised to show him one,' I said, 'Now he is telling me how he made an unsuccessful attempt to see Sara's choot.' 'You promised that you won't tell anyone,' Joey said, getting angry. 'I told her because if you request her she might show you her choot,' I said. 'Really? Please auntie, show me your choot,' Joey asked. 'I won't. What do you take me for?' Seema replied, gripping her housecoat tighter around her. Joey requested several times and each time Seema refused. 'She is weakening,' I said, encouraging Joey. 'Please auntie, I have never seen one. I promise only to watch and not touch,' Joey pleaded. 'All right but no touching,' Seema agreed, laughing, 'now, what were you saying?' 'Thank you auntie. Where was I…yes… one day when I entered my sister's room, Sara was fast asleep as she was not feeling well,' Joey said, 'I saw that her big boobs were half exposed and her skirt had worked its way to her thighs.' 'Did you touch her tits?' I asked. 'No, I was afraid that if I touched her she might get up. Anyway, I was not interested in her boobs as several girls in my class allow us boys to play with their tits but they don't show us their pussy,' Joey replied, 'It was a golden opportunity for me to see a choot as no one was around.' 'Okay! Proceed,' I said. 'As I was about raise the hem of her skirt, Rose entered the room and caught me red-handed,' Joey said. 'What the hell do you think you are doing, you rascal,' She said, twisting my ears. 'OWWWA, let me go. There was an ant on the hem and I was trying to catch it,' I lied, smoothly, but it didn't fool Rose. 'Likely story!' Rose replied, giving my ear another twist. I howled so loudly that Sara woke up. 'Why are you howling? Can't you see I am trying to sleep,' she said, yawning. 'Tell Rose to let go of my ear,' I begged. 'Rose, why are you twisting his ears?' Sara asked. 'This rascal was trying to lift your skirt and see your choot,' Rose replied. 'Really! Why didn't you ask me? I'd have shown my choot to you,' Sara giggled. 'WOW! REALLY! Show me,' I asked excitedly. 'See,' she said and lifted her skirt for a fraction of second only then pulled it down. 'That is cheating, I didn't see a thing,' I cried, disappointed. 'You stupid boy, did you really think I'll show you my cunt? Remember, if you ever try again, I will tell mom. Now get out.' Sara said. They both laughed aloud as I slunk out of the room. 'Your sisters seem to trouble you a lot,' I asked. 'Sometimes only, otherwise they are nice,' Joey said. 'Tell me what happened at Mr. Hardy's house. Did he bugger you?' I asked. 'NO! HE DIDN'T!' Joey replied, getting agitated. 'Something must have happened for you to get so agitated,' I said. 'Honestly nothing happened,' Joey said. 'Come child, sit on my lap,' Seema said, pulling Joey onto her lap. 'Where is the harm in telling us. If he buggered you then he buggered you,' Seema said, 'Joey, if you tell us the truth then I might even let you fuck me.' 'What! Fu…You'll let me…I don't believe it. God, today must be my lucky day. Thank you God, you have answered my prayers at last. Yes, yes I want to,' Joey said, his face flushed with excitement. 'First tell us about Mr. Hardy,' Seema said, kissing him on his lips. 'Mr. Hardy works for the government and he gives English tuition in the evenings and over the weekend. In the last term I didn't do well in English. Therefore dad made me go to Mr. Hardy for tuition. Three weeks ago I reached Mr. Hardy's house early. Not wanting to disturb him I waited in the driveway of his house.' Suddenly I heard a boy's voice, 'Please sir, let me go.' Few minutes later the voice became shrill and whiny, 'Please sir, I beg you don't do it.' Curiosity got the better of me. I tried to look through the window but it was too high. There were few flowerpots lying around. I stood on them and peeped in. I was shocked at what I saw. A boy of my age was doubled up on the backrest of a sofa. His legs were dangling in the air. His pants were lying on the floor and his ass was bare. 'Did you know the boy?' I asked. 'No, I saw him for the first time,' Joey replied and continued with his tale, 'Mr. Hardy stood behind him. With one hand he held the boy in position and with the other he was rubbing something on the boy's ass hole.' 'Please sir, it will hurt,' the boy whined. 'Stop whining. It'll hurt a little in the beginning but then you will enjoy it,' Mr. Hardy replied, dropping his trousers and exposing his erect tool. 'Gosh auntie, Mr. Hardy's cock was thick and long. The head of his cock was swollen and deep red...HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?' Joey exclaimed loudly as Seema's hand dove inside his open fly. 'I want to see the equipment with which you are going to fuck me,' Seema said, pulling out his erect cock and added, 'Hmmm not bad. Was Mr. Hardy's cock bigger than this?' 'Yes, longer and thicker,' Joey replied. 'Was it larger than Babu's cock?' Seema asked, 'Babu show Joey your cock.' I took off my clothes. 'OOOOO! Your cock is very large. No auntie it was much smaller,' Joey said. 'Son, go on and finish your story,' Seema said, moving the foreskin of Joey's cock up and down. 'It's phallus was deep red in color and glistening with pre-cum. Mr. Hardy took a firm grip of the boy and placing his cock on the boy's ass hole, pushed forward.' 'SIR, PLEASE DON'T. OH MY GOD, IT IS HURTING. OH SOMEONE HELP ME AAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE,' he yelled as Mr. Hardy's cock disappeared in the boy's asshole.Mr. Hardy pulled more than half of his cock out and then pushed it back in, hard. "PLEASE SIR, TAKE IT OUT. IT IS VERY PAINFUL," the boy screamed with tears in his eyes. Ignoring his pleas, Mr. Hardy, with a triumphant smile, started to pump his gaand. The boy kept groaning as Mr. Hardy's piston went in and out. After some time, he started pumping faster. "Y...HES, Y...HES," he shouted with each inward push. Then suddenly he yelled, "Y...HEEESSSS," and pushed his cock deep inside the boy's asshole with an ecstatic smile on his face. After a few minutes, Mr. Hardy withdrew his limp cock from the boy's gaand. The boy straightened, massaging his ravished asshole. "Your gaand was very tight. I enjoyed it very much," Mr. Hardy said, kissing the boy on his lips, "Sit down, now I'll give you pleasure." The boy sat down on the sofa and Mr. Hardy kneeled before him. "Do you know, auntie, what he did?" Joey asked. Seema smiled knowingly but shook her head. "He took the boy's cock in his mouth and sucked on it like a lollipop," Joey said. "Don't tell me?" Seema said with a naughty smile. "Yes, he really did. I was shocked too. Anyway, he kept sucking it till the boy had an orgasm," Joey said. "Did you enjoy yourself?" Mr. Hardy asked, wiping his mouth. "Yes, sir, it was wonderful," the boy said. "Good. Now it's your turn to give me pleasure," Mr. Hardy said, getting up. "Y...Y...You w...want me to suck your cock?" the boy stammered. "Not today, but you'll suck my cock next time," Mr. Hardy chuckled, "Today, I want to bugger your tight asshole again." "Please, sir, not again. It hurt terribly," the boy said, placing his hand on his asshole to protect it. "Liar. Why were you moaning 'Oh, sir' repeatedly?" Mr. Hardy laughed and laid the blushing boy on the backrest of the sofa and started to bugger him. "Did you enjoy it?" Mr. Hardy asked when he had finished. The boy blushed and hid his face in Mr. Hardy's broad chest. "That's all right," Mr. Hardy laughed, stroking his head, "Wear your clothes quickly and leave. Joey will be coming soon. I'll see you on Wednesday at the same time." "Sir, have you buggered Joey also?" he asked, wearing his pants. "No, but I'll bugger him soon," Mr. Hardy laughed, "I like his ass." When I heard my name, I got so scared that I ran from there. In my haste, I toppled over the flowerpots. From the gate, I looked back. I saw Mr. Hardy watching me from the window. By the time I reached home, I was crying openly. I told dad about it. Dad said that he'll tell a friend of his who is in the police to keep an eye on Mr. Hardy and made me promise not to tell anyone, not even mom. "That is the whole story. Now fulfill your promise," Joey said, standing up. "Let's go to my room," Seema said. Seema started to undress. Joey got impatient and grabbed at her boobs. "Joey, wait! Have patience. Let me take off my clothes," Seema laughed. While undressing, Seema asked, "Do you cum?" "I did not cum this morning when I last masturbated," Joey replied. She lay down on the bed when she was naked. "Okay, my choot is all yours. What will you like to do, see it, finger it or fuck it?" she giggled. "I'll fuck it, the rest can wait," Joey said and quickly covering her, started to move his hips up and down. "JOEY STOP!" Seema shouted when he did not listen to her repeated requests to stop. "What's wrong?" Joey asked, stopping. "First put your cock inside my choot, then fuck. Lie still. Let me do it," Seema chuckled and with a deft movement of her hips took Joey's cock inside her cunt, "Now fuck slowly." "Oh, auntie, your choot is so hot and slippery," Joey said, starting to fuck slowly. I ran to the girl's room naked. They were also naked and busy eating each other's pussy. "Is any of you interested in seeing Joey lose his cherry?" I asked. "We all are," all four replied together. "Then follow me now," I said. When we returned to Seema's room, Joey was on short strokes. "JOEY, DON'T STOP. I AM ABOUT TO CUM. FUCK FASTER. Y...HESSS THAT IS RIGHT. OH OHHHHHHH JOOOOOOEEEEYYYYYY," she yelled, gasping for breath. A few strokes later, Joey also had an orgasm. "Bravo!" we shouted, clapping. Joey looked around and saw us. "So this is why you were reluctant to bring me along," Joey said to his sisters, staring at four naked, hairless choots, "Since when is this going on?" First Rose and then Sara told him how they lost their cherry. "Gawd! Babu, you are very lucky," Joey said, "Did you deflower Rani and Nira also?" "Yes, but now you will fuck them also," I chuckled. "Didn't I say that today is my lucky day," Joey laughed. "Joey, now get off me," Seema said. "Not yet. I am going to fuck you again," he replied, starting the fuck motion. Joey, after fucking her for the second time, lay panting on Seema. "Babu, you said you'd like to bugger him," Seema said, separating his ass cheeks, showing me his small puckered hole. I was in two minds. "I've never fucked a boy in his ass hole before," I said, doubtfully. "Babu, take his ass hole cherry," Rose said. "Babu, don't listen to Rose. She is mad," Joey said, trying to get up, but Seema held him tightly. "Babu, what are you waiting for? Bugger him," Sara said. "Shut up, you bitch," Joey said, "You'd have brought the roof down if your gaand was in danger of being penetrated by Babu's massive cock." "What do you mean by 'was in danger'? Babu has fucked all of us in our ass holes also," Seema giggled. "Babu, have you buggered Sara also?" Joey asked. "Yes, not once but several times," I laughed. "If Sara can take your big cock up her butt, then so can I," Joey said, "Tell me what shall I do?" Seema placed him on all fours on the bed and applied vaseline on his rear entrance. I took a firm grip and, placing my cock on his gaand, pressed forward. "JEEESSUSSS," Joey said, grinding his teeth in pain. I felt his sphincter giving way. "BABU STOP. IT IS VERY PAIAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIEEEEEEE," he screamed as his asshole snapped open, admitting my cock within its fold. "Babu, now bugger him," the girls yelled, clapping, as I started the fuck motion. Joey continued to groan as I fucked him. His asshole was very tight. After ten minutes or so, I felt my seed rise. I increased the speed of my strokes. "Y...HES FASTER. BABU, RAM IT INTO ME," Joey shouted. I was very near. Suddenly with a loud 'AAAHHHH,' I exploded. As I poured my cum into his asshole, Joey screamed, "YEESSSSSSS," and fell on the bed, gasping for breath. "How was it?" Sara asked. "It was fantastic. Babu, you can bugger me whenever you like," Joey panted. "Joey, choose the cunt you will like to fuck first," Seema said, pointing at the four naked girls. "I'll fuck Rani first, then Nira," Joey replied. "Joey, don't you like our cunts?" Sara asked, with an impish smile. "Oh, they are very pretty," Joey said, kissing their cunts, "I have chosen Rani and Nira to fuck now because I can fuck your choots at home also." Joey had some stamina. He had fucked Seema twice. Then he screwed Rani and Nira two times each. Later, I was told that after lunch, his cock tasted the cunts of his sisters, and in the evening, when their parents had gone out for dinner, he humped his sisters twice, once in the cunt and once in their asshole. Joey started coming with the girls every Sunday. In the following weeks, Joey enjoyed the asshole of the ladies also. We also "double fucked" them. One day, Rose said, "Mom wants you all to come for lunch on Sunday." "Is something wrong?" I asked. "Everything is fine. My parents want to meet our friends, with whom we spend so much of our time," Sara explained. "That is understandable," Seema said, "Thank them for the invitation, and we'll all come." The lunch on Sunday went without any hitch. Mr. John Adams was handsome, six feet tall, slim, strongly built with a pleasant smile. The twins had taken after him, but Rose was a replica of her mother. Mrs. Mary Adams was gorgeous. She had shoulder-length bobbed hair, a beautiful figure with big firm boobs and a tight ass. Every time I looked at her, I got hard. Following Thursday, when we were resting after finishing our love games, Rose asked, "What do you think of our parents?" "Your mother is so vivacious that I had a perpetual hard-on during lunch," I sighed. "Babu, you are the limit. You have fucked the daughters, and now you want to fuck the mother also," Sara giggled. "Why not? Your mother is exceptionally beautiful," I replied. "Your poor father, he couldn't keep his eyes off my girls," Seema laughed. "Yes, I noticed, especially Nira," Sara giggled, "He was ravishing them with his eyes." The conversation drifted to other subjects. Suddenly, Rose said, "Rani, I have been wondering as to how Babu seduced you." "We had a slight misunderstanding, and he stopped talking to me. One night when everyone had gone to bed, I went to his room to sort out the matter," Rani replied. "It was very stupid of you. Didn't you realize that he would fuck you?" Sara said. "No, not at first. Later, when I sensed that he wants to fuck me, I raised no objection and let myself be seduced by him," Rani giggled. "That must have been the most exciting moment of your life?" Rose asked. "What a stupid question? Naturally, it was. What could be more exciting for her than lying in bed with her legs wide apart and Babu's cock poised to enter her virgin choot," Sara said. "No, Sara, the most exciting moment of my life was when my papa fucked me for the first time," Rani replied. "Y...Y...Your father has fucked you?" Rose asked, surprised. "Yes. We both have not only slept with our father but also with Babu's father," Nira replied, proudly. "You remember when you saw your dad's cock? You were so excited that you could not sleep. At that time, I even suggested that you sleep with your dad," Rani said.'Look at the irony, then I was scared of his big cock and later a bigger cock deflowered me,' Rose laughed, 'Now I wouldn't mind but I doubt whether dad would fuck his own daughter.' 'Don't worry, dad will fuck both of us,' Sara giggled. Before we could be so sure, she said, 'We have talked enough now for some action. Who wants to fuck me?' Eveready Joey sprang up, shouting, 'ME.' Soon the conversation was forgotten. Rose and the twins visited us twice a week. During these visits, we fucked and sucked like crazy. One Sunday when they were leaving, Rose said, 'We will not be coming on Wednesday.' 'Why not? I thought it being a holiday we could enjoy ourselves longer,' I said. 'We would have liked to, but mom and dad are taking us to the movies in the afternoon,' Sara said. 'We'll see you on Sunday. Bye.' We were surprised when the three of them turned up on Saturday evening. 'Good that you have come. First, let us have a cup of tea, and then we'll have fun,' I said. 'We can't stay for long,' Rose said, 'We have come to tell you that dad has fucked the three of us in every hole.' 'Congratulations!' Seema said. 'Congratulate Sara for she had the courage to seduce dad,' Rose said. 'Tell us about it,' Seema said. 'Sara, tell them. It is your story,' Rose said. Sara stood up and, taking a bow, said, 'Thank you. Thank you for the honor you have...' 'Stop it, cunt,' Joey said, interrupting her rudely, 'just tell them what happened.' Sara glared angrily at Joey. Then her eyes softened, and she said, 'All right, dear brother.' 'Remember, the day when Rani told us about her papa fucking her,' Sara said, narrating the story, 'the same evening we discussed it among ourselves. Rose told us how she saw dad pounding mom's cunt with his big cock. We decided that we wanted our dad to fuck us also.' 'In the following weeks, we tried to tempt him. We would bare our breasts more than necessary or jump into his lap wearing thin pajamas, etc. Joey distracted mom while we played our tricks on dad. Dad's cock got hard, but he did not take the hint. This Sunday, we came to the conclusion that we'll have to be bolder. We also discussed how we'll go about it.' 'Sara, I am scared,' Rose said, 'You do it.' 'Okay, I'll do it,' I laughed. We chose Wednesday as the D-Day. Firstly, because on Wednesdays, mom did her weekly shopping at the Farmer's Mart, which is twenty miles away, and secondly, it was a holiday, and dad will be at home. Mom left at ten. We sent Joey with her to ensure that she did not return before two. We kept an eye on dad. After reading the morning paper, Dad went to the bathroom to shave. When he was halfway through, I walked in and said, 'Dad, hurry up, I have to piss.' 'Go to your bathroom,' he replied without even glancing at me. 'I can't, Rose is in there. Oh, I can't hold it any more,' I said, stepping out of my pajamas, straddled the commode, and started to pee, 'Ohhhhh! What a relief.' I sat on the pot on my haunches so that dad could see my cunt clearly. I watched dad. Superstitiously, he was trying to look at my cunt in the mirror. 'Dad, you like my hairless choot,' I giggled. 'Shut up!' dad replied, recommencing to shave. 'I don't mind if you look. Here, now you can see better,' I said, taking off my pajama top. Now I was completely naked. 'SARA, STOP IT!' dad said, sharply. I got up and walked up to him. 'Oh dad,' I laughed, 'Your Sara has given you a raging hard-on.' 'Don't be silly,' dad said, turning away, trying to hide his protruding member. 'Don't hide it. Let me have a look,' I said, pulling his cock out of his pajamas. 'SARA,' dad shouted. 'Oh, it is soooo majestic, so handsome. Dad, give it to me. Yes, fuck me. Deflower my hairless cunt,' I begged, moving the foreskin of his cock up and down. 'SARA, HAVE YOU GONE MAD. YOU ARE MY DAUGHTER,' dad said. 'Yes, I am mad. I always wanted to lose my cherry to you,' I said, kissing his erect cock. Suddenly a big drop of pre-cum appeared on the tip of his cock. 'Your cum is so yummy,' I said, licking the drop with a flick of my tongue and started to suck his cock. 'SARA, STOP!' he shouted, but I kept sucking. 'Sara, please stop. What you are doing is not right,' dad begged. I, however, continued to give him a blow job. Suddenly, dad lost control. 'God, forgive me,' he mumbled and, picking me up in his arms, carried me to his bed. After laying me down, he got between my legs and, ramming his big cock inside me in one wild push, started to fuck me as if there was no tomorrow. 'Oh dad, at last you have burst my cherry,' I moaned. For ten minutes, he fucked me with hard and fast strokes. 'Oh dad, it feels so nice,' I moaned. 'Sara, I am about to cum. Oh, I am about to cum,' he moaned, pumping my cunt faster. 'CUM DAD, CUM INSIDE ME. FILL YOUR DAUGHTER'S CUNT WITH YOUR SEED,' I shouted. Suddenly, dad grunted loudly and, shoving his cock deep inside me, started to spurt his cum. His hot cum falling inside me triggered off my orgasm. 'DAAAAAAAADDDDDD,' I shouted and came. 'I hope Sara's choot pleased you?' I panted after dad had rolled off me. 'Oh, Sara, it was fantastic,' dad replied, gasping for breath. 'WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?' Rose said, entering the room. 'Rose! What are you doing here?' I said, feigning surprise. 'I was watching you two. Mom will be very pleased to know what father and daughter are up to in her absence,' Rose threatened. 'You are not going to tell her, are you?' I asked. 'Why not?' Rose said and, after a while, added, 'Not if dad deflowers me.' 'Dad, please take her cherry also, otherwise, she will tell mom,' I begged him. 'All right, take off your clothes and get into bed,' he laughed, making place for Rose on his other side. 'OOWWWA,' Rose remembered to scream as dad entered her. I had forgotten to do that in my excitement. Dad moved in and out of her choot for ten minutes or so. 'Oh dad, it feels so lovely,' Rose moaned. Her hips moved in rhythm with dad's strokes. Dad fucked her faster and faster. 'Y...HES, Y...HES FUCK ME HARDER. Y...HESSS,' Rose screamed. Dad was now on short strokes. Suddenly, she raised her bottoms. 'Y...HES DAD CUM INSIDE ME. FILL MY CHOOT WITH YOUR CUM. OHHH OHHH GOD I AMMM COMMMMIIIINNNGGGGGG,' Rose screamed and fell back, gasping for breath. A few strokes later, Dad pushed his cock deep into her with a loud, 'AAAHHHHH'. 'Oh, it was heavenly,' Rose panted, kissing dad. 'Dad, did you enjoy deflowering your daughters?' I asked with a naughty smile. 'Your choots were very tight, but you girls were not virgins. Tell me, who deflowered you? Was it Joey?' dad asked. 'No, not that rascal,' I giggled, 'We'll tell you if you'd fuck us again.' 'Don't worry, now I'll fuck you at every opportunity I get,' dad laughed, 'Rose, you tell me.' 'It was Babu,' Rose said, blushing profusely. 'And you?' dad asked, turning to me. 'Babu took my cherry also,' I replied. 'What! He deflowered both of you? Did you lose your virginity together?' he asked. 'No. Rose lost her cherry first, and I later,' I replied, 'Now he fucks us together.' 'This Babu is quite a guy. Is he the boy who came for lunch with your lovely friends?' dad asked. I noticed that dad's cock became hard as he said "your lovely friends". 'Yes, that was Babu,' I giggled, 'Dad, I see you like our friends.' 'Oh yes, very much. I would love to stick my cock in their virgin cunts,' dad replied. 'We'll help you to get their choots, but they are not virgins,' I said, kissing his now rock-hard cock. 'Babu had already taken their cherry before he deflowered us,' Rose replied. 'Lucky son of a gun, deflowering four tight virgins,' dad said. Then Rose and I proceeded to fuck dad's balls dry. Mom arrived just before two. We were watching TV in the sitting room. Dad's balls were empty, and our cunts full of his cum. 'Mary, where have you been? We are starving,' dad asked, surprised. 'I would have been home much earlier, but for this rascal,' mom replied, catching Joey by the ear, 'When I was about to leave, this boy vanished. It took me over an hour to locate him. I'll never take him with me again.' 'Mom, I didn't know you had finished shopping,' Joey replied, winking at us. The next day, mom had gone to visit a sick friend when dad returned from the office. He peeped into our room and saw Joey fucking Rose, and I was waiting my turn. 'I thought you had said Joey had not fucked you,' dad said. 'We said that he had not deflowered us. We never said that he had not fucked us,' I said. 'Dad, fuck him in his tight ass hole,' Rose said, separating Joey's ass cheeks. 'Yes, dad, do it. I love a cock up my ass hole,' Joey said without missing a stroke. 'You lied to me. Mr. Hardy did bugger you after all,' dad said. 'No, dad, I told you the truth. Babu took my ass hole cherry,' Joey replied. 'My God! Babu is some guy. He has plugged all my three children,' dad said. 'That evening, dad fucked all three of us in our ass holes,' Rose said. 'This is the whole story,' Sara said, 'Auntie, may we bring dad with us on Sunday? Dad is very keen to fuck Rani and Nira,' Rose asked Seema. 'Please, mama, say yes,' both Rani and Nira pleaded. 'Who am I to say yes or no? It's your choot he wants to fuck,' Seema said. 'Auntie, I am sure that he will fuck you also,' Sara giggled. 'Will he? That remains to be seen,' Seema replied. 'Rose, bring your dad, I am sure that everything will be fine,' I said. On Sunday, Mr. John Adams accompanied Rose and the twins arrived. 'Please, make yourself comfortable,' Seema said, leading John into the sitting room. We were chatting when Rani and Nira entered the room. 'Rani, Nira, look after John. In the meanwhile, Babu and I will get tea and some snacks,' Seema said, and we both left the room. When we returned with trays laden with tea and other goodies, I saw that Rani and Nira were sitting on John's knees.His hands were under their skirts, fingering their cunts. Rani and Nira were kissing him frantically and moaning loudly. Rose and Sara were watching them and rubbing their choots. Seema also saw what was going on. She placed the tray she was carrying with a bang on the table and demanded, angrily, "What the hell do you think you are doing?" John was taken aback. So was I. John was flabbergasted. "I...I..." he stammered, pushing the girls off his knees and tried to get up. "How dare you think that you can walk into my house and...and f...finger my daughters," Seema said, her face livid with anger. "I...I...t...thought...y...you...," John tried to explain but his voice failed him. "I know what you thought. You thought that you can just walk in and my young innocent daughters will lie down and let you fuck them," Seema said, sarcastically. "B...But... my daughters told me...," John said. "I don't care what your daughters told you, but the fact is that nobody fucks my daughters before having fucked me first," Seema continued, interrupting John, and started laughing loudly. "Theek hai. Pahele main tujhe chodunga phir teri betiyon ki choot maroonga (Okay. I'll fuck you first and then your daughters)," John grinned. He embraced Seema and started kissing her passionately. They undressed each other while they kissed. When the kiss broke, John laid Seema down on the living room carpet and rammed his cock inside her choot and began to fuck her with hard strokes. "That is how dad was fucking mom when I saw them," I overheard Rose telling Rani. Seema held John tightly. "Y...ES, Y...ES JOHN RAM IT INTO ME. Y...ES MAKE MINCEMEAT OF MY CHOOT," she screamed, moving her hips frantically. John continued to screw her with hard strokes. His speed became faster and the strokes shorter. Suddenly Seema's body arched. "YESSS, DON'T STOP. GO ON I AM ABOUT TO COME, OH I AM COMING OOHHHH YESSSSS JOOOHHHHNNNN," she yelled, grabbing John's head and glued her lips to his in a long passionate kiss. Just then John drove his cock deep into her cunt, jettisoning his load at the mouth of her womb. "Oh, it was lovely. I haven't been fucked so hard in a long time," Seema panted, "John, fuck my daughters and give them as much pleasure as you have given me." Now we all joined in. John concentrated on Rani and Nira for the rest of the morning. Joey and I looked after the needs of Seema, Rose and Sara. John started coming every Sunday. Sometimes he dropped in for a "quickie" or two on the way home from his office. On one Sunday when we were discussing sex and sexy women, I said, "Mary is very sexy. I'd love to fuck her." "Why not? She enjoys big cocks. She would love to be fucked by your big cock," John chuckled. "Then why don't you bring her with you?" Seema asked. "I'd have brought her, but I am not sure that she would like to join us," John replied. "You mean to say that Mom does not enjoy sex," Joey asked. "Of course not. She is hornier than Rose and Sara put together. She is a bit old-fashioned. I am not sure that she would be comfortable with incest etc. but I'll try," John replied. "Dad, do that. It'll be great if I could all fuck together," Joey said. Soon it was exam time. The focus shifted from sex to studies. One day, half way through the exams, Rani, when she came home from school, said, "A very funny thing happened today." "What happened?" we asked simultaneously. Rose and were talking when she suddenly burst out. "Rani, a terrible thing has happened. Dad has been transferred to Bh***lap*r. He left yesterday. We'd be joining him immediately after our exams." Rose said, sobbing softly, "I don't know when we'll meet you guys again." I laughed loudly. "Why are you laughing?" Rose asked. "Because we'll be meeting very soon," I said, "Bh***lap*r is Babu's hometown and when papa returns from Dubai we'll also be shifting there." "That is great, I thought we'll never meet again," Rose said, wiping away her tears. "We'll contact you when we get there. Just remember to drop a line giving your new address and phone number," Rani said. After a fortnight, we received a letter from Rose.

Part 10

Authors/SAHEBJI/BAM WHAM THANK YOU MA'AM 10.txt

SAHEBJI

BAM WHAM THANK YOU MA'AM

'Thank you, Mary. I am grateful,' I said, 'I don't remember giving John pleasure, but I am willing, eh John?' 'Keep away from me,' John laughed, 'unless you want to suck my cock.' 'Ladies, Suzy has one more quality other than being a virgin. She has a long, thin, and pointed tongue. Need I say more?' she announced. 'How do you know? Did she eat your pussy?' Seema asked. 'No, but she offered to eat me out on the first night. She told me that her mother always said that she had a tongue of gold. I made her show me. Her mother was right,' Mary clarified. 'Don't worry, we'll all try her out tomorrow,' Seema laughed. 'Why tomorrow? I don't understand,' Mary said, bewildered. 'Let me explain,' Seema said, 'When a virgin is initiated in our group, then the men folk have their fun on the first evening, but the following morning belongs to us ladies. It is fun. You'll experience it for yourself tomorrow.' 'Nira, go tell Bela and others to escort Suzy into the room,' ammi said. Bela, Paro, and Saira brought Suzy into the room. Bela and party were naked, but Suzy had her clothes on. 'Suzy, I have good news for you,' Mary said, 'You will receive your New Year's present tonight.' 'Oh, mom, you mean I am going to lose my virginity tonight?' Suzy asked, blushing sweetly. 'Yes, my dear, Babu will deflower you,' Mary said, 'Are you ready?' 'Yeah, mom, I am ready,' Suzy replied excitedly. 'All right, let's all undress and watch Babu pop Suzy's cherry,' ammi said, 'Paro, you look after the drinks, Saira will serve the snacks, and Bela, you help Suzy undress.' When we were all naked, then Suzy said, staring at my cock, 'Mom, Bhaiya's cock is nice and big, like Father Brown's cock, isn't it?' 'Yes, dear,' Mary said, 'now lie down on the bed.' She lay down with her legs wide apart and in the air. 'She knows the position,' I thought, getting on top of her and rubbing my cock up and down between her lower lips. 'Fuck me, bhaiya, fuck me,' she moaned impatiently. 'Isse apni choot phardwane ki bahut jaldi hai (She seems to be in a hurry to lose her cherry),' I heard Paro whisper to Saira. 'Lakin jab bhaiya ka lamba aur mota laurda isski kori bur ko phardega, tau chillaegi, chord do mujhe, chord do, maine nahin chudwana (But when bhaiya's long and thick cock deflowers her, then she will shout, let me go, let me go, I don't want to be fucked),' I heard Saira reply. 'Shh, not so loud, someone may hear you,' Paro cautioned Saira. I smiled and, gathering Suzy firmly in my arms, gave a mighty push. 'AAAAAAYYYYYIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE,' Suzy screeched, as my cock tore through her hymen and embedded itself in her cunt. I pulled back and pushed forward till I was fully inside her love hole. 'BHAIYA, PLEASE MUJHE CHORD DO, MAINE NAHIN CHUDWANA (BHAIYA, PLEASE LET ME GO, I DON'T WANT TO BE FUCKED),' she yelled. I continued to move my cock in and out of her choot, and she kept begging me to let her go. Her cunt was very tight, but not as tight as Saira's. Within five minutes, I was on short strokes, and two minutes later, I poured my cum inside her cunt. As soon as I withdrew my flaccid cock from her fuck hole, John was ready to penetrate her cunt. 'NOOO, DAAAD, DON'T DO IT,' she pleaded, as John penetrated her choot. 'Please, dad, it hurts,' she sobbed. 'Don't worry, child, soon you will feel pleasure,' Mary said, consoling her. 'Dad, please don't fuck me,' she sobbed. John kept fucking her, and she continued to beg and cry. Suddenly, she was silent. Except for the creaking of the bed, there was no sound. Then Suzy moaned, 'Oh, dad.' 'Suzy, it feels nice, doesn't it?' Mary asked. 'Yeah, mom, it feels heavenly,' she moaned. John continued to hump her. Soon, her hips started to move in rhythm with the in-and-out strokes. Her body arched. 'FUCK ME, DAD, FUCK ME. HARDER, DAD, HARDER. Y...HES, Y...HES. OH GAAWWD, I AM NEARLY THERE. Y...HES, OH OHHHH Y...HESSSSSSSSSS,' she screamed and fell back on the bed, gasping for breath. John was not ready to cum yet. He continued to fuck her till, with a grunt, he released his load into her waiting cunt. In the meanwhile, Suzy was racing towards her second orgasm. It took a few minutes for John to make place for abbu. 'HURRY, HURRY,' she shouted impatiently. By the time abbu, Uncle Mohan, and Joey had finished fucking her, she had come several times. 'How was it?' Mary asked, smiling, when Joey had finished humping her. 'Oh, mom, it was fantastic,' Suzy said, jumping off the bed, with cum streaked with the blood of her shattered virginity running down her legs and embracing Mary, 'At last, I am a complete woman now.' 'Abhi nahin, pahele hum teri gaand maarainge, tab tu poori aurat banegi (Not yet, first we will fuck you in your ass hole, then only you'll become a complete woman),' Uncle Mohan said, stroking his cock. 'Mom, k...k...kya yeh meri gaand bhi maarainge? (Mom, a...a...are they going to fuck me in the ass hole?)' Suzy stammered. 'Of course, the men have fucked all the ladies present in their ass holes,' Mary said. 'Nahin, main apni gaand nahin marwauingi (No, I am not going to let you fuck my ass hole),' Suzy said. 'Tu kissi se poonch le. Bela, Paro aur Saira sab ne apni gaand marwayi hai. Yahan tak ki hum teenon ki bhi gaand inhone maari hai (You can ask anyone. Bela, Paro, and Saira all of them have been fucked in their ass hole. They have fucked us three in our ass holes also),' Mary said, 'Be a good girl and get on the bed on all fours.' 'You all can do what you want, but I'll never let anyone touch my ass hole. It will pain like hell,' Suzy said, stubbornly. 'SUZY! GET ON THE BED AS I SAY,' Mary shouted at Suzy. 'NO, I WILL NOT,' Suzy shouted back. 'Mary, let me try. I have a very convincing argument. She can't refuse it,' ammi said. 'Okay, I give up. She is very stubborn,' Mary said. 'Girls, grab her and put her in gaand fuck position,' ammi said, quietly. All the three maids moved as one towards Suzy. 'NO! NOOOOOOOO,' Suzy shouted, backing off when she realized what is about to happen. The three grabbed her. 'EEEEEKKKKKK,' Suzy screamed, 'LET ME GO.' They dragged her to the bed and put her in the gaand fuck position. Saira sat on her knees, facing Bela and Paro, with her bum resting lightly on Suzy's shoulders so that Suzy's face was pressed against the bed. Paro and Bela caught her ankles, spreading them, pushed her bent knees under Suzy's body so that her ass was high up in the air. 'Ammi, she is in gaand fuck position,' Bela panted. 'Mary, prepare her ass hole,' ammi said. Mary spread her ass cheeks and started to apply oil. 'Please, mom, let me go,' Suzy pleaded, crying. Mary continued with her task. 'Her ass hole is ready,' Mary announced. 'John, take her ass hole cherry,' ammi ordered. 'With pleasure,' John grinned, placing his erect tool on Suzy's rear entrance. 'DAD, DON'T DO IT. IT WILL HURT,' Suzy yelled. 'Not much, my dear, just a little,' John said, pushing his cock half inside her back hole with one hard shove. 'AAAAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE,' Suzy screamed, beating her fists on the bed. John pulled out his cock till only its head was in and then pushed back till the full length of his cock disappeared inside Suzy's gaand. 'DAD, YOU ARE HURTING ME,' Suzy shouted. 'Don't make so much noise. The cock is already inside you,' ammi said. 'DAD, PLEAmpffff,' Suzy said. Saira had shifted her bum slightly backwards so that Suzy's mouth was pressed against the bed. 'Is this okay?' Saira asked ammi. 'Good girl,' Ammi smiled. John continued to fuck her ass hole. 'Sir, you can hold on to my tits if you like,' Saira suggested. John grabbed her tits and kept shoving. Saira bent forward and glued her lips to John's lips. After a few minutes, John came with a loud grunt. As abbu was about to push his erection inside Suzy's back door, ammi said, 'Girls, you can let her go now. She has learnt that it does not pay to say no.' Bela and Paro released Suzy, but Saira kept sitting on her perch. 'Saira, get off her,' Rani said. 'It's all right,' Saira replied, 'I'm quite comfortable.' 'You are comfortable, but the weight of your boobs will kill Suzy,' Sara said. 'Boohoo, everyone is jealous of my big boobs,' Saira said, rubbing her eyes, pretending to cry. 'Let them be jealous, but I love your big boobs,' I said, lifting her and kissing her tits. I seated her, facing me, on my lap to suck her nipples. Saira was not one to miss an opportunity. She immediately tried to insert my erect cock in her choot. 'Hey, what do you think you are doing?' I laughed. 'Bhaiya, please, ander dalne do (Bhaiya, please, let me put it inside),' she begged.'Okay, but don't make me cum. I've yet to fuck Suzy's asshole,' I said. While I watched abbu then Joey fuck Suzy in her asshole, Saira squirmed about on my lap. When Joey had withdrawn his cock from Suzy's rear, I said to Saira, 'Saira darling, get off. Suzy's asshole beckons.' 'Just a minute,' Saira said, gluing her lips to mine and jumping up and down on my cock several times. 'AAHHHHH,' she moaned and drowned my cock in her love juices. 'Please, bhaiya, penetrate me gently. Your cock is very big,' Suzy pleaded. 'Don't worry, my cock is slippery with Saira's cum, so it will slip in before you even notice it,' I said, pushing my cock into her asshole. 'OOWWWAAAAA,' Suzy groaned. After I had finished, Mary asked, 'You enjoyed yourself, didn't you?' 'Yes, mom, it was nice,' Suzy said, rubbing her bum. Then we fucked all the ladies in different positions. 'Let father and son double-fuck Suzy and Paro. We'll take Suzy, and you can take Paro,' Joey said to me. 'No double penetration for Paro. She is four months pregnant,' ammi intervened, 'Take Bela or Saira till you can. Their period is also late, and soon you'll have to double-fuck one of us ladies.' 'How do you know that they are pregnant?' I asked ammi. 'Simple. I keep the stock of tampons. If someone doesn't ask for them, I ask her,' ammi laughed. We enjoyed ourselves deep into the night, then we all went to sleep. In the morning, we all assembled for breakfast in our birthday suit and sat around the table with a glass top. 'Bela, have you finished serving?' Ammi asked. 'Yes, ammi,' Bela replied. 'Then what are you waiting for? Do your stuff,' ammi said. All four maids crawled under the table and started sucking our cocks. 'What about me? Who will suck my cock?' Joey wailed on being left out. 'Don't worry, son,' Mary said, 'Come to me, and I'll give you a blowjob.' 'Joey, would you prefer your mother to suck you off, or would you like to join the ladies immediately after breakfast? We will be eleven of us,' ammi said. 'Eleven? I think I'll wait,' Joey said, grinning. That night when the Adam family was leaving, I asked Joey, 'How was it with the ladies?' 'As ammi had said, there were eleven of them. Do you know what that means? Thirty-three holes, eleven choot holes, eleven assholes, and eleven mouths to choose from,' Joey said. 'And how many did you fuck?' I asked. 'Every one of them,' Joey replied proudly. 'What! You mean you had thirty-three orgasms in one morning?' I asked incredulously. 'Nooo, man, I had five orgasms only, but I pumped all the thirty-three holes,' Joey replied, grinning.'No, I won't undress. You can fuck me with my clothes on,' she said, lifting her skirt and moving towards the bed, 'or forget about it.' 'It is not about just one fuck. The deal was that you would spend the whole afternoon with me,' I said. 'Okay, so it was for the whole afternoon, but did the deal say that I have to undress?' she said. 'I thought when we are together, we might as well enjoy ourselves,' I said. 'Enjoy ourselves?' she laughed, sarcastically, 'How can I enjoy myself when you blackmailed me into coming here?' I had heard enough. 'Minu, if you are not naked in two minutes, then I'll tear the clothes from your body,' I said in a menacing tone, 'then you'll have one more thing to explain other than your incestuous relationship with your brother, Jas.' She muttered and complained under her breath, but she was naked in one minute and forty-three seconds flat. 'Good girl, now lie down,' I said, leading her to the bed, 'I'll join you soon.' She looked very pretty lying on the bed. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her long black hair lay on either side of her head. She had red, sensuous lips. Her breasts had really grown big but were firm as rock, with erect dark nipples pointing towards the ceiling. There was no hair on her vagina. Apparently, Jas also liked bald cunts. Her clitoris was erect and peeping out from between the lower lips. I sat down next to her and stroked her bald vagina. 'Did you shave your vagina today?' I asked, caressing the smooth skin. 'It is none of your business. Just fuck me and satisfy your lust,' she said rudely. Her rudeness angered me. I caught her ankles roughly and separated her legs. Then, bending them at the knees, I pressed them on her breasts and said, 'Hold them like this,' and started to lick her pussy. 'No, Babu, don't. It's dir...oh... OH...OHHHHHH,' she moaned. I moved my tongue up and down between her vaginal lips for a few minutes. Then I took her swollen clitoris between my teeth and lightly sucked on it. 'OH BABU, IT FEELS SO NICE,' she moaned. I sucked her clitoris. 'OH BABU,' she moaned, pressing my head to her vagina with her hands. I continued to lick her vagina as fast as I could. Then I stuck my tongue in her vagina and started to tongue-fuck her. 'AAGGGRRR,' she screeched. Her hips moved up and down at a feverish pace. Soon her body arched, and she yelled, 'STOP, BABU, STOP. I AM ABOUT TO CUM.' I did not stop. Instead, I tongue-fucked her faster. Suddenly, she screamed, 'OH MY GOD, OHH MY GOD, I AM COMING,' releasing a stream of her love juices in my mouth. I did not stop but continued to tongue-fuck her. She came two more times. When she came for the third time, she gasped, 'Babu, Babu, fuck me, fuck me now.' I pulled myself on top of her and placed her legs over my shoulders. I positioned my cock at the entrance of her tube of pleasure and, taking a firm grip of her, rammed my cock into her vagina. 'YEEEOOOWWWWW,' she screamed as my cock entered her well-fucked vagina, 'GOD, THAT HURT.' I fucked her slowly. I kept varying the length and the speed of my strokes. Her hips started to move with the rhythm of my strokes. Her breath came in gasps. 'Y...YES BABU, Y...YES,' she screamed. 'Do I need to be careful?' I asked. 'NO NEED, CUM INSIDE ME. I AM SAFE,' she screamed. Suddenly, her body arched. I continued to fuck her with short, hard strokes until she shouted, 'BABU, FASTER, Y...YES, FASTER, HARDER, YES, HARDER. OH MY GOD, I AM COMING,' and fell back on the bed, gasping for breath. A few strokes later, I poured my cum into her waiting vagina and lay panting on her. After a few minutes, I rolled off her. We both lay savoring the pleasure we had just experienced. 'Oh Babu, you were great. I have never felt so much pleasure before,' Minu said. 'I only humped. The whole credit goes to the little fellow,' I said, pointing to my flaccid cock. 'Not all, but most of it,' Minu giggled, taking my limp cock in her hands and kissing it. My cock started to grow. 'Oh my God, you call it little, it is huge,' Minu exclaimed. 'By your scream, it seemed that Jas is not very well-endowed in this department,' I laughed. 'I thought he was big, but now he seems just adequate,' Minu said, cuddling up to me. 'Have you slept with anyone other than Jas?' I asked out of curiosity. 'No, only Jas and now you,' she replied. Our eyes met. Slowly, our lips drew nearer until they were locked in a long kiss. During the kiss, I climbed over her. Minu spread her legs and, reaching down between her legs, guided my cock into her fuck tube. After we had fucked for the second time, we dozed off. I woke up before she did. I pushed her onto her belly. It was time to fuck her ass hole. I separated her buttocks and inspected her puckered hole. 'Her hole looks very small,' I thought, 'I wouldn't be surprised if her ass hole is still a virgin.' Suddenly, with a start, she woke up. 'What are you doing?' she asked, yawning. 'Nothing, I was looking at your ass hole,' I said. 'Are you planning to lick my ass hole also?' she asked. 'I was not planning to lick your ass hole, but to fuck it,' I said. 'You are joking,' she said, laughing. 'No, I am dead serious. Soon you will feel my cock going up your virgin back door,' I replied, pressing her tight sphincter with my thumb, 'It's virgin, isn't it?' 'You are serious, aren't you?' she said, after a while. 'I told you,' I said, taking out a tube of Vaseline from the bedside table drawer. 'I won't let you,' she said, moving away from me. 'In that case, I'll have to use force,' I chuckled. 'I'll scream for help,' she said, still inching away from me. 'And have your naked photo splashed all over the front page tomorrow, never. You know how the media is? They will ferret out the entire story about you and Jas,' I laughed, 'Minu, come here.' 'No, I won't,' she said, jumping out of the bed. 'Where the hell do you think you are going?' I said and dived to catch her. I caught her before she could clear the bed. She fought like a wild cat, but I was too strong for her. Within minutes, I had her flat, face down, on the bed with me lying on top. I took the rope, already tied to the legs of the bed, and tied both her hands tightly to the bed. She lay on the bed with her face downwards and her outstretched arms tied to the bed. She didn't give up. I sat beside her and looked at my handiwork. She continued to struggle silently and kick with her legs. I caught her legs and, bending the knees, pushed them under her. I placed one of my legs between her calves and her thighs so that she could not straighten out or kick. Her ass was in the air. I spread her ass cheeks and squeezed the Vaseline on it. 'Minu, your ass hole seems to be virgin,' I said, rubbing the Vaseline around her ass hole. 'Babu, please let me go,' she begged, ceasing to struggle. 'Of course, I'll let you go, but after I have taken your ass hole cherry,' I said, continuing to rub Vaseline on her butthole. 'OWWW, TAKE OUT YOUR FINGER FROM MY ASS HOLE, YOU BRUTE,' she screamed as I inserted my forefinger in her ass hole to grease it from inside. 'Tut, tut, rudeness never pays,' I said, slapping her buttocks. Her white ass turned light pink. 'OUCH! DON'T HIT ME, YOU BASTARD,' she shouted. 'You called me a bastard,' I said, hitting her hard on her bum. 'Yes, I'll call you a bastard not once but a thousand times,' she said. 'And I'll hit you each time you call me a bastard,' I said, hitting her hard. Bastard...slap...Bastard...slap...Bastard...slap....BASTARD...SLAP....BASTARD....SLAP. She grew louder and louder, and my slaps harder and harder. Her buttocks had taken a dark crimson hue. Suddenly, she moaned, thinking it was a trick, I continued to slap her. 'Y...ES, BABU, HIT ME, HIT ME HARDER, GO ON, DON'T STOP,' she shouted, wriggling her bum. 'You think I'll fall for your reverse psychology,' I laughed, slapping her as hard as I could. 'FUCK ME BABU, FUCK ME. HURRY,' Minu shouted. I was taken aback by the urgency. I quickly got into position and rammed my cock in her vagina. To my surprise, her vagina was dripping wet. 'NOT IN MY VAGINA, YOU IDIOT, FUCK ME IN MY ASS HOLE. YES, YES, YOU HAVE HEARD RIGHT. FUCK ME IN MY ASS HOLE,' she yelled, 'HURRY BEFORE THE TINGLING SENSATION STOPS IN MY ASS.' 'Don't scream as it will hurt,' I said, placing my cock on her rear entrance. 'I won't. You just shove your big cock in and fuck my ass hole and hurry,' she said urgently. I took a firm grip of her and pushed my hips forward in a hard stroke. 'AAAAAAAAYYYYYYIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE,' she screamed as half of my cock buried itself inside her ass hole. I pulled it back a couple of times and pushed it in again until my balls hit her vaginal lips. 'I told you not to yell, stupid girl. If someone has heard it, then there will be trouble,' I said, getting angry. 'We'll deal with it when the time comes. Now you concentrate on fucking my ass hole,' she moaned. Luckily, no one had heard her piercing scream. Slowly, I moved my cock in and out of her rear hole. Her ass hole was very tight. I leaned down to stroke her hard and swollen clitoris. 'OH BABU, IT FEELS REAL NICE,' she moaned. I continued to hump her ass hole while rubbing her vagina and manipulating her swollen clitoris. Her vagina was dripping cum. 'FUCK ME HARDER. BAABBUUU, FASTER AND HARDER,' she shouted. I shoved two fingers deep into her vagina and moved them in and out. 'OH MY GOD, I AM COMING,' she screamed and collapsed on the bed, nearly dislodging my cock from her ass hole.A few strokes later, I felt my cock swell and start to spurt cum inside her gaand, and I lay, gasping for breath, on her crouched figure. Soon, my flaccid cock slipped out of her asshole, and I had rolled off her. 'Babu, please undo my hands now,' Minu said. 'No tricks!' I asked. 'Promise, I'll behave,' Minu said. I decided to risk it. As soon as her hands were free, she grabbed my head with her two hands and planted a long and passionate kiss on my lips. 'Thank you, Babu, you were wonderful,' Minu panted when the kiss broke, and, catching hold of my prick, added, 'and you, big fellow, were fantastic, absolutely fantastic.' We lay kissing and caressing each other. 'Minu, don't you think you should be going now? It is quite late,' I said. 'No, not yet,' she said. When I showed her my watch, she said, 'Okay, I'll leave, but fuck me one more time. Please.' 'Okay,' I laughed, 'but which hole shall I fuck?' 'You decide so that I can get into position,' she said. When she was leaving, she asked, 'When can I come again?' 'You want to rent a room in my castle in the air?' I laughed. 'Aw, forget what I said,' she said, blushing, 'Please, Babu, when shall I come again?' 'Would Monday suit you?' I asked. 'After five days? Okay, okay, I'll come. Same time?' she asked. I nodded. 'Babu, you didn't tell me how you spread those rumors in the school,' Minu said. 'I'll tell you later, now you go,' I said. I was in a good mood. I had not only fucked Minu's choot and gaand, but she had begged me to let her come again. Now, only Ravi's mother was left. If all goes well, I'll fuck her soon. 'BELA,' I shouted when I reached home, 'A HOT CUP OF TEA AND SOMETHING TO EAT. I AM STARVING.' After ten minutes, she came carrying a tray. 'Aaj aap bahut khush lag rahe ho. Kya Minu ki choot phard dee (You look happy. Have you popped Minu's cherry),' she said, pouring out the tea. 'Come, sit here,' I said, 'I'll tell you.' 'Remember, two years ago, I had shown your choot to three of my friends,' I said. She nodded. 'Then, I had a fight with them and promised to fuck the ladies, i.e., Mac's maidservant, Jas's sister, and Ravi's mother, they were fucking,' I continued. Again, she nodded. 'Today, I fucked Minu, Jas's sister. I have already fucked Shanti a few days ago, Mac's maidservant. Now, only Ravi's mother is left. God willing, I will fuck her soon also,' I said. 'Ravi, wohi hai na jo mujhe paise dekar chodna chahata tha (Ravi is the same fellow who offered me money to sleep with him),' Bela asked. 'Good girl,' I said, kissing her, 'You remember everything.' I reported to work whenever I was free. Within a fortnight, I was able to develop the film and make prints. The prints were not of the best quality, but they would serve the purpose. The next day, I spotted Ravi's mother leaving the apartment building. I followed her. She entered a self-service store. I entered behind her. In a lonely aisle, I confronted her. I was very nervous. I had never done such a thing before. Scaring a young girl to submit is one thing, but blackmailing a mature, experienced woman to have sex is another thing. 'Good morning, auntie, I am Ravi's friend,' I said. I didn't introduce myself on purpose, lest things went awry. I had never met her face to face. The maroon sari and blouse she was wearing suited her. She looked good-looking. She was tall and slim with big, grapefruit-sized boobs. She was dark, but her red, sensuous lips were very sexy. Her bobbed hair fell on her shoulders, adding to her beauty. 'Good morning. What is your name?' she replied, smiling. She had a nice smile. 'Here, look at these,' I said, ignoring her question and pressing the envelope containing the photos in her hand. 'What is it?' she asked. She opened the envelope and looked at the pictures very carefully, glancing at me after each photo. My nervousness increased. I stood on one leg, then the other. 'I have the negatives. If you want them, then you will have to sleep with me also,' I said, nervously. She took her time. She looked at them once, twice. When she was turning them over for the third time, I threatened, 'If you don't agree, then I will send them to your husband and plaster them all over town.' 'Photos toh bahut achchi hain. Kya tumne khinchi hain? (Photos are very good. Did you take them?)' she asked. 'Yes or no?' I asked, getting panicky at the delay. 'Mujhe kahan aur kab mujhe chodna chahoge (When and where would you like to fuck me),' she said without turning a hair. I was floored. She had agreed just like that. 'C...Come t...tomorrow at 2 p.m. at this a...address,' I stammered, handing over a slip with the address on it. 'I'll be there,' she said, putting the photos and the address in her purse and returned to her shopping. Outside, I heaved a sigh of relief.

Part 14

Authors/SAHEBJI/BAM WHAM THANK YOU MA'AM 14.txt

Sahebji

BAM WHAM THANK YOU MA'AM

'What is it now?' he asked, reducing the pressure a bit. I heaved a sigh of relief. 'Death is too easy a punishment for him. I suggest you cut off his big cock. His cock is the real culprit as he used it to fuck me and deflower our sweet little daughters,' Seema said. 'Yes, you are right. Take his cock out. I might as well see how big it really is,' Uncle Mohan said. Seema opened my fly and pulled out my dick. It was soft and flabby. 'Make it hard,' Uncle Mohan ordered Seema. In normal conditions one touch of Seema's hand would make it spring to attention, but today I was so scared that even when she manipulated it for five minutes, it remained lifeless. 'It is not getting big,' Seema said. 'Take it in your mouth and suck it. I want to see how big it is before cutting it,' Uncle Mohan said. She took it in her mouth and sucked. After ten minutes or so, blood rushed to my cock and it became semi-hard. 'Suck harder. You are making his cock hard,' Uncle Mohan said, egging her on. She continued to suck. Soon I was hard as a rock. Seema continued to bob her head up and down. 'I AM ABOUT TO CUM. LET ME GO OTHERWISE I WILL COME IN YOUR MOUTH,' I screamed ten minutes later. Seema instead of letting go of my tool caught it more firmly and sucked harder. 'MY GOD! I AM COOMMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG,' I screamed and spurted jet after jet into her mouth till nothing came. She swallowed it all and smacking her lips, said; 'Mohan, you can let him go now.' Uncle Mohan let me go. Both Seema and Uncle Mohan doubled up with laughter. I grabbed a chair and sat down gasping for breath. 'Relax Babu, it was all a joke,' Uncle Mohan said choking with laughter. 'Some joke! I nearly died of fright,' I said, feeling my throat. 'Forget it. Now you can fuck the girls and me as often as you like,' Seema said. 'Is it all right with you?' I asked Uncle Mohan. 'Yes my boy,' he laughed, 'As a matter of fact I was planning to deflower them myself but you beat me to it. Tell me how did you do it.' I narrated the story. 'How are their choots?' Uncle asked. 'Their choots are very tight, especially Nira's choot,' I smiled. 'Good, I have not fucked a tight choot in a long time,' Uncle said. 'Why don't you fuck Rani today? Nira is going to a birthday party and Rani will be alone,' Seema suggested. 'What if she does not cooperate?' I asked. 'Then he will rape her,' Seema said, without turning a hair. Rani sat in the drawing room reading a book in the evening. Uncle Mohan went in the room and sat next to her while Seema and I watched from behind the door. 'Rani, you are very pretty,' Uncle Mohan said. 'Thank you papa,' she said smiling, 'it is very sweet of you to say it.' 'Look how beautiful your boobs are,' Uncle Mohan said, squeezing them. 'Oh papa, please don't squeeze my tities,' Rani said, blushing. 'What is the harm?' Uncle said, 'Show me your cunt. I bet it is also pretty.' 'PAPA! What would mama say if she heard you?' Rani said. 'Mama would say show it to him,' Seema said, entering the room, 'Come let me help you undress.' I joined Uncle Mohan as Seema started to strip Rani. Rani was wearing her school uniform. She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. Then unhooked her bra and with a flourish pulled it off, saying, 'Look at her shapely tits.' 'Yeah, they are very beautiful,' Uncle said, bending down to kiss them and suckle the nipples. 'Oh papa,' Rani moaned. Next Seema took off her skirt. Then pushing down her panties, said, 'Gentlemen, her choot!' Uncle Mohan drew a loud breath and started to undress. 'Don't they deserve a kiss,' Seema said, spreading the lower lips of Rani. 'Yes, yes they do,' Uncle Mohan said, kissing Rani's swollen clit. 'OOOO,' Rani said, drawing a sharp breath. 'Rani, lie down on the floor and show them your hole,' Seema said, pulling Rani down on the floor. 'Gentlemen, the gateway to paradise,' she said, pulling Rani's legs apart. 'Gosh, she is beautiful,' Uncle said, starting to eat Rani's pussy. 'Oh papa, it feels so nice,' Rani moaned, pressing his head to her choot with her hands. He licked the clit and then worked his way downwards. 'AAGHR,' Rani screamed as Uncle Mohan stuck his tongue in her cunt hole and commenced to tongue fuck her. 'DEEPER. PUSH YOUR TONGUE DEEPER INTO MY CHOOT. Y...HES, NOW TONGUE FUCK ME. FASTER PAPA, FASTER. YESS, Y...HESS FASTER. OHHHH YESSSSSSSSSS,' she screamed, releasing her cunt juice in Uncle Mohan's mouth. Uncle licked as fast as he could. Then pulling himself up, he got between her legs and ramming his cock up her choot, started to fuck her. In the meanwhile Seema pulled out my cock and started to suck it. Uncle's cock was going in and out of Rani's cunt. Rani's hips were moving up and down in rhythm of Uncle's strokes. The strokes became faster. Their breath was coming in gasps. They were about to come. 'PAPA, CUM INSIDE ME. Y...HES, FILL YOUR DAUGHTER'S CUNT WITH YOUR CUM. Y...HES, THE SEED THAT MADE ME. I AM NEARLY THERE. I AM COMING OH PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAA,' she shouted as she came. After a couple of strokes Uncle Mohan slowed down after depositing his cum in her choot. Simultaneously I also spurted my seed inside Seema's waiting mouth. 'It was wonderful,' Uncle Mohan panted, as he rolled off her, 'I had always wanted to fuck you.' 'Oh papa, if I had known that you want to fuck me then I would have not given my cherry to Babu. I would have saved it for you,' Rani gasped. 'Doesn't matter,' Uncle Mohan said, 'Babu is also like a member of the family.' Then they fucked again. 'Not a word about this to Nira,' Uncle warned us when we were dressing. That night I fucked the girls till I couldn't fuck any more. I fell asleep in their bed as there was no danger of being discovered but Rani woke me and sent me to my room. Next day, in the evening, I heard Nira yelling, 'MAMA!' I rushed out my room. I met Seema and Rani in the corridor, coming out of the kitchen. 'What has happened?' I asked. 'Nothing,' Seema smiled, 'I think Mohan has made his move to fuck her.' 'But Nira loves fucking,' Rani said, bewildered. 'Yes, I know,' Seema replied, 'It is some trick, let's go and find out.' Just then we heard her shout, 'DON'T TOUCH ME. PAPA! NO. MAMA, COME QUICKLY.' 'COMING,' Seema shouted back and turning to us added, 'See, I told you so. Don't let on. Let us have some fun.' As Seema entered Nira came running into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Uncle Mohan was grinning as he pushed the foreskin of his erect cock up and down. Seema consoled her and asked, 'What happened?' 'P...P...Papa mujhe ch...ch..chodena chahate the (P...P...Papa wanted to f...f...fuck me),' she stuttered. 'First calm down and then tell me from the beginning,' Seema said. She straightened herself and after swallowing a couple of times she said, 'I was watching television when papa came into the room. I love small boobs he said and squeezed my tits.' 'Aren't you ashamed of yourself pressing your thirteen year old daughter's breasts,' I protested, slapping his hand away. 'No, I am not ashamed. First, I will squeeze your tits then I will fuck your thirteen year old choot,' he said. 'What! Tell me everything,' Seema said, trying hard not to laugh. 'Mujhe mat chodo. Meri umer hee kya hai? Main abhi bachchi hoon (Don't fuck me. I am not old enough. I am still a child),' I said. 'Pagli, yehi tau chudwane ki sahi umer hai (Stupid, this is the right age to fuck),' he said, taking out his erection. 'Really? Then what happened?' Seema said. 'Apne laurde ko ander rakho. Mujhe iss se dar lagta hai kahin yeh meri kori choot ko na phard de (Put your cock inside. It scares me. It might fuck my virgin cunt),' I said, starting to weep. When Rani heard the words "fuck my virgin cunt", she could not stop herself and started to giggle. 'Rani, it is no laughing matter,' Seema said sharply then turning to Nira added, 'What did papa say?' 'Iss se mat daro. Yeh teri choot aisse pardega ki tujhe pata bhi nahin chalega (Don't be scared of it. You won't even feel it when it deflowers you),' he said, pushing the foreskin up and down. 'Maine apni choot nahin pardwani."Maine suna hai ki jab choot phatti hai, bahut dard hota hai (I don't want to be deflowered. I have heard that it pains a lot when a girl loses her cherry)," I said and shouted for you for help. Rani could not restrain herself and burst out laughing. "Why is she laughing?" Nira asked, surprised. "Ask her," Seema said and started to laugh. "You stupid girl, papa knows that you are not a virgin. Also, that Babu has popped our cherry and fucks us regularly," Rani giggled. "OH! Why did he not say so?" she said and, going down on her knees, started to suck Uncle Mohan's cock. "Oh, it feels lovely," Uncle Mohan moaned, closing his eyes. Nira was in her element. She sucked hard, bobbing her head up and down. Uncle Mohan's hips started moving in a fucking motion. He moaned loudly and shouted, "I AM ABOUT TO COME." "Papa, come in her mouth. She loves the taste of cum," Rani said. Just then, Uncle Mohan sighed loudly and ejaculated his load into the waiting mouth of his younger daughter, who swallowed it without spilling a drop. Nira was in a hurry to fuck. Releasing Uncle Mohan's cock, she quickly undressed and lay down, with her legs wide apart, on the carpet and shouted, "PAPA, HURRY! FUCK ME." "I will, sweetheart, I will, but first let me take off these damned clothes," Uncle Mohan said, struggling to undress. Uncle Mohan fucked her thrice. In the meanwhile, I also fucked Rani and Seema once each. That night, Uncle Mohan slept with both his daughters, and Seema shared my bed. After a week, our summer vacations started. Uncle Mohan and family decided to spend the holidays at my house. One fine morning, we left for my house by car. After a ten-hour journey, we reached our destination in the evening. I was very excited at the prospect of fucking Bela again. Just before dinner, I managed to catch her alone and whispered, "Don't lock your door tonight." Just then, ammi came and asked her to serve dinner. "Yes, ammi," she said and, turning to me, smiled sweetly, asked, "Did you say something?" "Nothing," I replied, thinking she had said that because of ammi. After dinner, I heard Bela go up to her room. I waited for ten minutes. Rani and Nira were fast asleep, and I could hear Uncle Mohan and Seema in abbu's bedroom laughing and talking. I quickly changed into my nightclothes and stealthily made my way to the roof. Bela's door was closed. On trying the handle, I found it was locked. "Open the door," I said, knocking softly. "What do you want?" Bela asked, coming to the barred window. "You know what I want," I said, getting irritated, "Open the door, I want to fuck you." "No. I won't. You will never fuck me again," she replied. "I will beat you," I said, getting angry. "You can kill me if you like, but I will not let you fuck me again," she replied, calmly. I tried every trick I knew. I told her how much I missed her. I praised her beauty. I reminded her of the good times we had together. When this didn't work, I threatened her with dire consequences, but without success. I even begged her to open the door. Each time, she shook her head, repeating, "Main aapse kabhie nahin chudwaoongi (You will never fuck me again)." After thirty long minutes, I returned to my room, disappointed and frustrated. When I was about to get into bed, the internal phone rang. Abbu was on the line. "Babu, please come to my room," he ordered. When I entered the room, I was shocked. All four, i.e., Ammi, Seema, Uncle Mohan, and abbu, were naked. I covered my eyes and tried to back out, but abbu stopped me. "Don't go. You are old enough to join us," abbu said. "You must be wondering what is going on?" Uncle Mohan laughed. I nodded, unable to speak. My eyes were riveted on ammi's naked body. Ammi was lying on the bed. I stared at her full breasts and freshly shaven choot. I am ashamed to say that seeing her naked gave me an immense hard-on. I was so taken up by her naked body that I did not hear Uncle Mohan. "Sorry, Uncle, I did not hear you," I said, apologetically. "I was telling Yusuf how big your cock is," Uncle Mohan repeated. "No need to guess," Seema said, getting up and pulling my pajamas down and exposing my erection, "See for yourself." "WOW! It is magnificent," ammi said, drawing a sharp breath. I was very embarrassed and tried to pull up my pajamas. "Don't hide it," ammi said and then, opening her arms and spreading her legs, added, "Come in my arms." I hesitated, not knowing what to do. "Don't hesitate, go fuck your mother," abbu said, "she should have done this a long time back." I undressed quickly and, getting between ammi's legs, started to ease my cock into her waiting choot. "Uff, slowly, aahh, it is in," she gasped as my cock slid into her wet choot. I commenced to fuck her. "Oh, it feels good," ammi moaned. After ten minutes of the in-and-out movement, ammi's hips started to move in rhythm with my strokes. "BABU, FUCK HARDER. Y...HES, THAT'S THE WAY. FUCK FASTER," she screamed. "Shh, not so loud. You will wake Rani and Nira," abbu cautioned. "Let her scream. They won't get up. I have put sleeping pills in their glass of milk," Seema laughed. I felt my seed rising and started to fuck her with fast and hard strokes. "SON, CUM IN MY CHOOT. Y...HES, CUM IN YOUR AMMI'S CHOOT, FILL IT WITH YOUR CUM," she shouted. Suddenly, her body lifted and arched. "I AM COMING," she yelled and fell back, gasping for breath. I could not hold back any longer, and a few strokes later, started to spurt my seed into ammi's choot. "Oh, Babu, it was wonderful," ammi panted, kissing me on the mouth, "Fuck me one more time." When I had finished fucking ammi for the second time, I lay in bed flanked by ammi and Seema. "You were telling Babu how we came to swap wives," ammi said, cuddling up to me. "Why only wives? We have shared all the women who came into our life," Uncle Mohan said. "I think it would be better if you narrate the whole story while I play with my pet," Seema giggled, taking my cock in her hand. "Well, it is a long story, but I will narrate the main points. First, a little background. Yusuf and I met at the age of eight. Despite being from different social and economic backgrounds, we became very good friends," Uncle Mohan started to tell the story.Her breath was coming in gasps. Fifteen minutes later, when I was about to cum for the second time, she sighed loudly, 'AAHHH,' and came. A few strokes later, I came and lay still on her huge bosom. 'Mohan, now go to your room,' she panted. 'Please, not yet. Let me fuck you one more time,' I pleaded. 'Not now, we'll fuck again tomorrow when you get back from school,' she said. 'Promise?' I asked. 'Yes, promise,' she replied. The next day, I practically ran all the way home from school. I dumped my books in the corridor and ran into the kitchen. 'Maya, I'm back. Let's fuck,' I said eagerly. 'Not now, later,' she replied. 'But you promised, come now,' I insisted. 'We'll fuck, but not now. You go to your room and wait. I'll come as soon as I have finished my work. It will take a maximum of thirty minutes,' she said. I went to my room and, taking all my clothes off, waited for Maya to come. Maya came in twenty minutes. 'You needn't have undressed. We could have fucked with our clothes on like last night,' she said, seeing me naked. 'No, you also take your clothes off. I want to see you naked,' I said. When she undressed, I was surprised to see that she had no hair on her choot. 'What happened to your hair?' I asked. 'I shaved them especially for you. Do you like it?' she said, pouting. 'Very pretty,' I said, running my fingers in between the lips of her cunt. I fucked her three times that afternoon and every afternoon for seven days. After a week, I told Yusuf about my piece of luck. 'Can you ask her to let me fuck her also?' Yusuf said. 'That's why I've told you. Come home with me after school, and I'll request her,' I replied. On reaching home, I approached Maya, 'You know Yusuf, don't you?' She nodded. 'I told him about us, and he also wants to fuck you. Please let him,' I requested. 'No, and from now on, you won't either. I told you not to tell anyone,' she said, getting angry. 'He's not anyone. He's Yusuf, my best friend. I had to tell him. Maya, please,' I begged. 'If I let him, then tomorrow you'll produce another best friend, and soon your whole class will be fucking me. No, thank you. No one will fuck me now, not even you,' she said. 'Maya, listen to me. There won't be anyone else. I promise. Yusuf is the only best friend I have,' I said. She shook her head and turned to leave. Suddenly, I remembered something. 'Maya, his cock is much bigger than mine,' I said, and turning to Yusuf, added, 'Quick, take out your cock and show her.' She stopped and stared at Yusuf's erection. 'All right, if I agree, promise you won't spring another best friend on me,' she said, licking her lips. 'No, we won't. We promise,' we both said together.It may belong to the father, brother, husband or a friend,' Maya lectured, 'Take me. My father deflowered me on my thirteenth birthday. Thereafter, he and my four brothers fucked the hell out of me every day. They fucked me so often that I had to give up school and remain at home. 'Didn't your mother help you?' I asked. 'Poor mother, she couldn't do much as they fucked her also,' Maya laughed. Just then, Yusuf finished and rolled off Amba. 'Why have you stopped? Fuck me more,' Amba said, raising her legs. 'Go on, Mohan, fuck her,' urged Maya. 'God, her cunt is very tight. I could not hold back, I had to cum,' Yusuf panted. 'One minute, Amba, Mohan will fuck you,' Maya said, 'Mohan, fuck Amba.' 'Her choot is real tight, you will enjoy it,' Yusuf said. 'HURRY, BHAIYA, HURRY. FUCK ME,' Amba yelled, making a fuck motion. With Maya urging me, Yusuf promising great pleasure, Amba's urgent invitation to fuck her choot, and my cock about to burst, I forgot my scruples and, climbing on top of Amba, shoved my cock in her waiting choot. I started to fuck her. I moved my cock in and out of her choot with her hips moving in rhythm with my strokes. Suddenly, she stiffened. 'I AM COMING,' she shouted and fell back on the bed, gasping for breath. A few strokes later, I deposited my load in her choot. After that day, we fucked Amba and Maya together. Amba sucked our cocks; we ate her pussy and persuaded her to let us fuck in her asshole. We even double-fucked her. It was then that we made a pact to share all our women, including our wives. 'Are you still fucking Aunt Amba?' I asked. 'No. We stopped after she got married,' Uncle Mohan replied. 'I think Kanchi came next,' Ammi said. 'Wait! Look at this glorious erection,' Seema said, pointing to my standing cock. 'I'll soon take care of it,' Ammi replied. 'Mehru, no, it is now my turn,' Seema said, impaling herself on my erection and moving up and down. 'Okay, now you can continue,' Seema panted, getting off after she had "taken care" of my erection. 'Was Kanchi next?' Uncle Mohan said, looking enquiringly at Abbu. 'Yes, she was,' Abbu replied, 'Mohan, do you really think she was really so dumb?' 'God knows, but the important thing is that we enjoyed her choot,' Uncle Mohan chuckled. 'Yes, that is so. Tell the story and let us take Babu's opinion,' Abbu said. 'Our school had an orchard. One day, in the winters of our last year, we scaled the wall to steal some fruit,' Uncle Mohan said, 'while we were enjoying the fruit, we spotted a girl sitting on her haunches behind a bush. She was apparently pissing.' 'Let's have some fun,' Yusuf suggested, winking at me. 'Hey! What are you doing?' I asked. To my surprise, she got up without any sign of embarrassment and, wiping her choot with her skirt, said, 'Shaab, main peshab kar rahi thi (Shaab, I was pissing).' We saw that she was from Nepal. Like all Nepalese girls, she was very fair and beautiful. She was quite young, about twelve or thirteen years of age, with very small breasts. She was wearing a short skirt and a blouse. 'Kanchi, why do you sit down to piss? I do it standing,' I said, taking out my cock and pissing. She looked very carefully at my cock. We did not know her name and called her by the common Nepalese name Kanchi. 'Very strange? What about you?' she asked Yusuf. 'I also do it in the same manner,' he said, taking out his cock. 'Funny, I don't have a thing like yours,' she said. 'What! You don't have a thing like ours? Then how do you piss?' I asked. 'I have a hole,' she replied, innocently. 'Really! Kanchi, I don't believe you, show us,' I said. I thought that she would protest, but she promptly raised her skirt and showed her hairless choot. We both made a big show of locating the hole. 'Kanchi, where is the hole?' I said, 'We can't see it.' 'It is between my legs,' she said. 'Lie down then and show us,' Yusuf said. She promptly lay down on the grass and raised her skirt. I picked up her legs and looked. I stared at her hairless choot with its small virgin hole. My cock, which was already hanging out, rose to its full height, urging me to fuck her. I hesitated, thinking it would be the rape of a minor. 'Take her. We'll deal with the consequences later.' Yusuf said, reading my thoughts. I succumbed to the wishes of my cock. 'Hold her tightly,' I told Yusuf, deciding to fuck her. I pressed her knees on her small breasts and placed my cock on her small virgin entrance. 'What are you doing?' she asked nervously as she felt the warmth of my cock at the entrance of her choot. End of part 5. To be continued...

Part 5

Authors/SAHEBJI/BAM WHAM THANK YOU MA'AM 5.txt

Sahebji

DEN OF DEBAUCHERY 2

'Randy kiss me again,' she panted. As we kissed, she slid down to the floor, taking me with her. I pushed one hand inside the bathrobe and caressed her shapely breasts. 'Oh Randy! I am randy,' she moaned. For a moment, I was confused and, not understanding her, replied, 'No, I am Randy. You are Mala.' 'Oh Randy, I am feeling so randy,' she repeated. By now, my cock was hard as a rock and oozing pre-cum. It formed a big tent in my pajamas with a large wet spot at the top. I was so excited that I no longer cared if Mala saw my hard-on. I pushed open her bathrobe, exposing her naked body to my gaze. 'Oh Mala, you are so pretty,' I moaned and kissed her breasts and sucked her taut nipples. 'Oh Randy, it feels so nice,' she moaned. I worked my way towards her cunt. Her pubic hair was clipped short. I kissed and licked her cunt. Then, taking her swollen clit between my lips, I pressed it hard. 'OHHHHH,' she squealed with pleasure. I raised her legs and, for the first time, saw a virgin cunt entrance. 'God, it is small,' I thought. It was just large enough to accommodate the tip of my little finger. As I flicked my tongue on her fuck hole, she squealed with pleasure and then, with a loud 'AAAHHHH,' came in my mouth. Mala grabbed me by my hair and tried to pull me on top of her. 'Oh Randy, get on top of me and take me. Yes! Fuck me and make me yours,' she commanded. I moved on top of her and, placing my cock at the entrance of her cunt hole, I asked, 'Mala, are you sure you want me to do it?' 'Yes, Randy, yes. Fuck me. Deflower me,' she shouted excitedly. I pushed my cock inside her. 'OWW,' she cried as the swollen head of my cock slid in until it reached her unbroken hymen. Holding her firmly, I said, 'Mala, it is going to hurt a little.' 'Yes, I know,' she squealed, 'just do it.' I gave a mighty push, and my cock, tearing her cherry to shreds, sank balls deep into her virgin cunt. 'AAAAYYYYIIEEE GOD IT HURTS,' she screamed with pain. I stopped and saw tears of pain running down her cheeks. Kissing away the tears, I said soothingly, 'Darling, the painful part is over. Now you will feel only pleasure,' and started to pump my hardness gently in and out of her cunt. Her tight cunt gripped my cock like a vice, and with each stroke, she groaned with pain as my cock rubbed against the edges of her torn virginity. After ten minutes of pumping her tight pussy, she started to moan loudly. Her hips moved in rhythm with my strokes. She was squealing and moaning with pleasure, 'Oh Randy, Oh Randy,' encouraging me to pump faster. 'Oh Randy, go on. Don't stop,' she shouted, 'I think I am about to cum.' I felt my sperm rising, and not wanting to put her in any danger, started to withdraw. 'What are you doing? Keep pushing,' she screamed. 'Mala, darling, I must withdraw. I don't want you to get pregnant,' I replied. 'NO! DON'T YOU DARE. Just keep fucking me and cum inside me,' she yelled. 'B...but..' I stammered. 'NO BUTS! CUM INSIDE ME. FILL MY CUNT WITH YOUR CUM,' she insisted and clasped me tightly to her. I recommenced the fuck motion. Her body arched. 'OH RANDY, IT FEELS SOOOOO GOOD. Y...HES, OH Y..HES I AM THERE. Y...HES I AMMMM CCOOOOMMMMINNNNG,' she screamed as I shot my load inside her cunt. For a long time, we lay panting, enjoying the afterglow. When my drained-out cock slid out of her cum-filled cunt, I rolled off her. 'Oh, darling, it was lovely,' she sighed. 'Yes, my love, it was great,' I replied, kissing her. I fondled her breasts and moved towards her slit. I was keen to see what a recently deflowered cunt hole looked like. I separated her legs and saw her ravished hole. The tiny hole was now much larger. It was oozing blood-stained cum, which collected in a heap on the bathrobe. 'Randy, can you give me some coke and rum. Make it a stiff one,' Mala said. 'Sure, darling, but I thought you did not drink alcohol,' I replied. 'No, I drink alcohol all the time, and I love coke with rum,' she laughed, taking the glass from me, 'I shouldn't be telling you this, but I will. When I peeped out of the bathroom to ask you about the bathrobe, I saw your cock getting hard. The sight sent shivers through my body. When I came out, I saw your cock getting hard again. My body was still tingling from the first time; this time, I felt hot liquid gush out, and my cunt became soaking wet.' 'I had a strange premonition that today I was destined to lose my virginity. If this was so, then I wanted to be stone sober when it happened. I did not want an excuse to console me later that it happened only because my judgment was clouded by alcohol. Now that I am no longer a virgin, I can enjoy my drink.' 'Oh, I am sorry I had no intention of doing it,' I replied apologetically. 'Don't worry, Randy. If I had not wanted it, then I would have stopped you,' Mala said, 'Good that I am no longer a virgin. I have no regrets.' In ten minutes, I was hard again. She took hold of my erection and giggled, 'Randy, put it in again.' 'Is it wise? Aren't you scared of getting pregnant?' I questioned. 'Yes, I am. It will be disastrous if I do,' she said, then giggling, added, 'you have already poured so many sperms inside me, and a few million more will make little difference. So why shouldn't we enjoy ourselves?' That evening, we fucked three more times. At nine, Mala said, 'Randy, I must go now.' 'It is only nine,' I replied, 'I will drop you home at ten.' 'No, I told my mother that I am going to a movie, and she will be expecting me home around this time,' Mala replied, 'if I am late, then she will lose faith in me and never trust me again.' Next morning, I reached the office a little late. When I switched on my computer, an email from Mala was waiting for me. It read, 'Darling, it was lovely last night. Let us do it again. I will be with you at six today evening. I love you. Mala.' Through the glass partition, I looked towards her seat. She waved at me, grinning happily. I sent a reply reading, 'Yes, let us. I will wait impatiently for the clock to strike six. I love you. Randy,' and waved back. At lunch, Meera said, 'Tau akhirkaar humaare Randy ne Mala ki kori choot phard hee dee (At last, our Randy has deflowered Mala).' I did not reply, though I was bursting to tell someone that I had at last fucked my first virgin. 'Why do you say that?' Neha asked. With a patronizing smile, Meera replied, 'All right, children, I will tell you. Today morning, when I came to the office, I ran into Mala, and as every day, said, "Good morning, Mala. How are you today?" Mala's reaction was very different than usual. Oozing happiness, she smiled brightly, "Yes, what a beautiful morning," then hugging me, she added, "Oh, Meera, I am soooo happy." 'From this, you concluded that she was no longer a virgin,' Abida said skeptically. 'I have seen this sort of reaction once before,' Meera elaborated, 'one afternoon when my youngest sister, she was only eighteen then, returned from her music tuition, she behaved exactly like Mala. Being of a suspicious nature, I pressed her for an explanation. Ultimately, she confessed, "Didi, today my music teacher popped my cherry. It was so lovely. I am so happy. I feel I am in heaven."' 'This could be a coincidence,' Neha replied. 'This was not all. The way Randy walked into the office today, with jaunty steps and a song on his lips, confirmed my earlier conclusion,' Meera said. Both Neha and Abida turned to me, 'Randy, is this correct?' I couldn't hold myself and burst out, 'Oh, ladies, it was lovely. Her cunt was sooo tight. I thought that my cock is being held in a vice.' 'See, I was right,' Meera said in a superior tone, 'now, girls, we must let Randy enjoy his new conquest, and we should not go to his flat any more.' 'What!"You want us to miss out on his big lund. No way," Neha said angrily. "We won't have to," Abida giggled, jingling the keys to the stationery store. "Long live the stationery store." On the way home, to be on the safe side, I bought a dozen condoms. In the days that followed, we met daily and fucked to glory, but with protection. Five days later, Mala announced that she is not pregnant. When she was well again, we recommenced our fucking. "Randy, must you wear this stupid rubber? It takes away half the fun out of screwing," Mala said when we had finished fucking one evening. "It is a must. We were lucky once, we might not be so the next time. The only other way is that you take birth control pills," I replied. "Yes, I know, but firstly, no one will prescribe them for me, and secondly, my mummy or uncle might get to know about it," she said tearfully. When we met the next time, she said, "Listen, Randy, I have started to take the pills, but my stock will last for only ten more days. Somehow, you have to get more." "Hey, good work. How did you manage that?" I inquired. "I did a bit of thinking and snooping. I found a bottle full of them in my aunt's medicine chest. I went back to her room when she was there and complained, 'Oh, Aunt Komal, I have such a severe headache.'" My aunt said, "Child, take some aspirin. There is some in the medicine chest in the bathroom." I took out a handful of the pills, put them in my pocket, and dropped the bottle, breaking it. "Oh, Aunt Komal, I have broken your medicine bottle," I cried tearfully. "No need to cry. It is not important. I can always get more," my aunt said, helping me clean up. "I had thought she would let me throw the broken glass pieces away. That way, I could have salvaged a few more pills, but she did it herself. So, I am stuck with a small stock only," she continued, then excitedly added, "Randy! Why don't you ask Meera or one of the other ladies in your department?" "It won't be wise. They will put two and two together and know that we are fucking," I replied. "Oh, Randy, I don't care. I am fed up of this rubber business. It is like eating a thick, juicy steak still in its cellophane packing. Oh, darling, please ask them," Mala pleaded. Every night, I dreamed of marrying Mala. It was not because I was in love with her, but to be the son-in-law of the managing director. Who knows, I might be the future MD of the company? Next morning, catching Abida alone, I said, "Abida, I would like you to do something for me, but promise to keep it to yourself." "What can I do for you?" she asked. "Of course, I will keep it a secret if you want." I told her what I wanted. She laughed, "Yes, darling, I will get them for you." At lunchtime, Abida promptly announced, "Hear, hear, Randy wants me to buy birth control pills for his latest love." I looked angrily at her and said sarcastically, "I thought you were going to keep it a secret." "I had to tell them. We share everything, our work, our lunch, and also your lund, so how could I keep such a juicy bit from my friends. Don't worry, it won't go any further. Right, friends?" The other two nodded. "Why don't you use condoms?" Neha asked. "We do that, but Mala doesn't like them," I replied. "Sensible girl," Meera commented. The next morning, giving me a packet, Abida said, "Here, take this. It is a year's supply. Have fun, my love." And we did. I was having a glorious time, fucking the three ladies in the office during the day and Mala's tight choot in the evening. This went on until Mala returned to her college, promising to return soon. The ladies, in turn, returned to their old routine. For over a year, I had not been home. In each letter, my mother pleaded with me to come home for a visit. I also missed my family, especially Ritu and Nitu, my sisters. Taking leave for a month, I left for home. It was nice to be home. For the first time in my life, I felt comfortable in my own home. Everyone was highly impressed by all I had achieved in this short period. My father could not get over the fact that I had done something praiseworthy. If only he knew about my extracurricular activities, he would surely have killed me. There was nothing for me to do. I ate and lazed around, basking in my newfound glory. One afternoon, my father announced, "Randhir, I have fixed your marriage. The girl's name is Arti. The baraat (groom's marriage party) will leave in four days." My heart shouted, "NO, FATHER, I DON'T WANT TO MARRY ARTI. I WANT TO MARRY MY MALA AND BECOME THE MD OF THE COMPANY," but aloud, I could only muster enough courage to say, "Yes, father, whatever you say, father." Tonight is my wedding night. My bride, Arti, is waiting for me in our bedroom, and I am stuck with my friends, most of them married and my married brothers. Every one of them was giving me some advice or the other as to how I should tackle my bride. "Randhir, tonight is your wedding night. Don't go in and yawn loudly, get into bed and announce, 'Arti, it is getting late.' Go to sleep and start snoring," my friend Mohan said amid lots of laughter. "No! Then, what am I supposed to do?" I stammered, playing dumb. "Remember, your bride is a girl. Girls have a choot and not a laurda like you have," another friend, Shyam, said. "Come on, boys, Randhir knows that," my brother Shashi said, coming to my defense. "He is old enough." "Just making sure, Bhaiya (elder brother)," Shyam continued. "In school, Randhir was quite a dumb dodo." "Of course, I know that," I said in a hurt tone. I wondered what they would say if they knew that I had already fucked four women, and one of them was a virgin. To avoid making them suspicious, I listened to them with rapt attention. "On her wedding night, a bride expects to be fucked good and proper. So, don't you disappoint her," my friend Ramesh said. "Yes, I know, but how am I supposed to do that?" I asked, blushing. "Go in. Catch her by the ankles and spread her legs wide, and shove your lund into her kori (virgin) choot," Ramesh advised, amid lots of sniggering and laughing. "Stop it, Ramesh, you are confusing poor Randhir. Don't listen to him, Randhir," Mohan said. "Don't follow Ramesh's advice. He is a barbarian. Your bride will definitely be a virgin, so proceed cautiously. Take her tenderly in your arms, kiss her lips, and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Then..." "Catch her by the ankles and spread her legs wide, and shove your lund into her kori (virgin) choot," Shyam said, completing the sentence. His remark brought the house down with laughter. Mohan kept trying to complete the advice he was giving, but no one was in the mood to listen to him. They were too busy laughing at him. Whenever I tried to leave, one of them would say, "Hey, man! What is the hurry? Listen to this last bit of advice before you go." This type of fun went on until it was eleven. At this point, my mother came in. "Enough, boys, now let Randhir go. Poor Arti must be waiting for him," she said, and with a naughty smile, added, "I am sure he is also very keen to join her." "That he is, since the last one hour," they shouted together, laughing loudly. Entering the bedroom, I locked the door behind me. The strong scent of jasmine hit me. The whole room was decorated with seasonal flowers. Arti was sitting on the decorated bed with her legs drawn up; her face, covered with her pallu (the upper part of her sari), was resting on her knees. Hearing me enter, she raised her head. Sitting down next to her, I said, "Arti, why have you covered your face? My mother tells me that you are very beautiful. Uncover your face and let me also see your beauty." Arti replied with an imperceptible shake of her head. If I had not been looking at her, I would not have noticed this slight movement. "If you are not going to lift your veil, then I will have to do it," I whispered. She did not react, and taking this as her tacit approval, I slowly lifted her veil. She continued to sit with downcast eyes. Putting my finger under her chin, I raised her face. Her beauty, even with her eyes closed, took my breath away. My mother was right; Arti was very, very beautiful. Mala was not half as pretty compared to her. For a few minutes, I stared at her pretty face. "Arti, you are the prettiest woman I have ever seen. Please open your eyes so that I can drown myself in them." Slowly, she opened them. It was like the blossoming of a lotus flower. I placed my lips on her blood-red lips and kissed her lightly. Other than blushing deeply, there was no other noticeable reaction from her. She was laden with jewelry. Kissing her face, I slowly removed her jewelry one by one. "Come, Arti, let us lie down together," I said, pulling her down next to me. For a while, we lay, without moving, in each other's arms. Then, placing my hand on her shapely breasts, I squeezed them gently. "What are you doing?" she protested softly. "Just feeling your beautiful boobs," I replied gently. When I started to unbutton her blouse, she caught my hand and whispered, "Please don't." "Let me, darling. Tonight is our first night together. It is meant for us to be one in body and soul. I don't want these clothes to come in between us in our first union," I replied soothingly. "Switch off the light. I will die of shame," she said softly. "Let it be on, otherwise, how will I see your beautiful body?" I replied, smiling. Then, one by one, I took off her clothes. She kept protesting feebly, but also helped me by subtle twists and turns of her body. "Oh, Arti, your naked body is much more beautiful than I had imagined," I said. She blushed again and shut her eyes even more tightly. I caressed her firm boobs and sucked on her taut nipples. She moaned softly. I was very keen to see if her virgin choot hole was as small as Mala's.Kissing her body, I worked my way down to her belly button and then to her cunt. Her cunt was covered with tastefully short, clipped pubic hair. Parting her lower lips, I gave her slit a couple of licks. 'Oh, don't do that. It is dirty,' she moaned softly. 'No, darling, it is not dirty. It tastes very nice,' and I continued to lick her pussy and clit until she came with a loud moan. Now I moved lower and, lifting her legs, looked at her choot hole. Yes, it was as small as Mala's hole before my lund had enlarged it. 'Don't look at me there,' she said, struggling to release her legs from my hold. 'It is so embarrassing.' 'Darling, don't feel embarrassed. We are married. Your body is mine and my body belongs to you. If you like, you can see my lund,' I said gently. Blushing beet root red, she shook her head vehemently. Pulling off my clothes, I got on top of her. Her thighs were pressed tightly together. 'Darling, spread your legs and make place for my lund.' She did not react to my request. I asked her again, but instead of opening them, she pressed them tighter together. Not wanting to use force, I rubbed my cock between her cunt lips. Slowly, her body relaxed, then with a loud sigh, her thighs separated. I pushed my knee in between them and spread her legs wide. I was very excited at the prospect of popping her cherry. 'No, I will not destroy her hymen with a jerk like I had done in Mala's case,' I thought, placing my cock on her choot hole, 'but do it slowly to get the maximum pleasure out of it.' Arti trembled with fear or was it anticipation when my cock touched her lower mouth. Holding her firmly in my arms, I slowly pushed my cock into her. 'OWW,' she groaned as the big red knob of my cock slid into her until her intact hymen stopped its progress. 'Darling, it will hurt a little,' I said. Her eyes were closed. She made no reply, but I felt her body stiffen as if to brace itself against the impending pain. I pressed in slowly. I felt the hymen stretch under the pressure. 'AA... AA,' she groaned softly. I increased the pressure. Her hymen wrapped itself around the knob of my cock. 'OOOO AAAAAAAA,' she groaned. Soon her hymen snapped under the relentless pressure of my cock, and my lund sank deep in her cunt until our pubic hair entwined with each other. Arti screamed softly, 'UUUUUIIIII MAA MAR GAYI (UUUUUIIIII MAMA I AM DYING).' I paused and saw tears of pain welling up in her eyes. Kissing the tears away, I said soothingly, 'Darling, the worst is over. It won't hurt ever again,' and started to pump my cock gently in and out of her tight choot. Her cunt was very tight. She groaned with pain with each stroke, as my cock rubbed against the torn edges of her shattered hymen. After a few minutes, her cunt became wetter, making my movement much easier. I continued to pump her cunt. Soon her groans of pain became soft moans of pleasure. My in and out movement became faster and harder. The only sign she gave of the pleasure she was feeling were her soft moans and twitching of her bottoms. I had not had a woman for nearly three weeks now; this coupled with the tightness of her quim was my undoing. I was ready to cum. In the height of my passion, my lips sought her lips. This time she responded, but feebly, to my kiss. My sperm started to rise. 'Oh, darling, I am coming. I can't hold it back anymore. OHHH,' I grunted and shot spurts of hot cum, filling her deflowered cunt. As my hot cum fell inside her cunt, she came with a loud sigh, 'AAAHHHH,' and fell back panting. We lay coupled together, enjoying the afterglow of our first union. Soon, my fast-wilting cock slipped out of her cunt. We fucked four times that night. Each time she protested, 'Please let me sleep now,' but would let me persuade her with ease. With each successive fuck, her reactions became more and more pronounced. When I fucked her for the fourth time, she moaned and squealed with pleasure, her hips moved in perfect rhythm with my strokes, and she responded to my kisses just as wildly as I kissed her. When I reached the short strokes, her body arched, and she raised her bottoms to meet my strokes halfway. A few strokes later, with a loud 'AAAHHHHHhh,' we both came together. Then we slept in each other's arms. When I woke up in the morning, I did not see Arti. She was gone, and so were her clothes. For a minute, I had doubts whether she had been with me last night at all or if it was only a dream. One look at the telltale spots of our love-making on the bed sheet, which bore witness to our union, convinced me that it was not a dream. I was still deep in my thoughts when Arti entered the room, 'Good morning,' she said cheerfully. 'Where did you go so early in the morning?' I asked. 'Early? It is past nine. I had gone to brew tea for you,' she replied, pointing to the steaming cup in her hand. 'Why are you blushing like a rose? Is everything all right, or did someone say something to embarrass you?' I inquired. Her face turned a couple of shades redder, and she giggled, 'No, nothing important. Your sisters cornered me in the kitchen while I was making tea.' 'Ah, my sisters, Ritu and Nitu. They are quite naughty,' I said indulgently. 'Yes. They are very, very naughty,' Arti said, laughing softly. Even her laughter sounded like music to my ears. 'I love my sisters,' I said, 'I hope you three will be good friends.' 'Oh, yes, we will be,' she replied, grinning. Wanting to fuck her again, I beckoned to her, patting a spot next to me on the bed, 'Come and sit here.' Apparently, she guessed what I had in mind and shook her head. 'No. Drink your tea before it gets cold,' she said, 'everyone else has already had breakfast except us.' 'You are thinking only of the damned tea,' I said, jumping out of the bed and, pointing to my erection, added, 'what about this? Do you want this to get cold?' At the sight of my glorious erection, Arti's jaw fell, and mesmerized, she stared at it. Apparently, she had never seen a man's cock in its full glory before. Then blushing, she stammered, 'W....w..was t..this b...big thing inside me last night?' 'Yes, my love, the whole of it,' I laughed. Seeing the look of disbelief on her face, I pulled her on the bed and pushed my cock inside her. 'AAAHHH,' she moaned as I entered her. 'Do you believe me now? See how easily it went inside your choot,' I said, 'Arti, jab main tujhe chodeta hoon tau tujhe mazaa aata hai? (Arti, do you feel pleasure when I fuck you)?' Arti just looked at me silently. 'Come on, tell me. This is no time to feel shy,' I said. Slowly, she nodded, 'Haan (Yes).' I started to fuck her with long, slow strokes. I kept varying the speed and length of my strokes. Arti moaned, 'Oh, oh.' After ten minutes of slow, long strokes, I started to pump faster and harder. She clasped me tightly to her breasts and moved her bottoms in rhythm with my strokes. 'Oh, oh,' she moaned. I was on short strokes. Suddenly, her body arched, and with a loud 'AAAAHHHH,' she fell back. At that moment, with a loud grunt of satisfaction, I poured my hot cum into her choot. 'Oh, darling, it was lovely,' I said, rolling off her. 'Yes, dear, it was great,' Arti said, kissing me and trying to get up. 'Where are you going? We will fuck again,' I said. 'No, please, not now. Get up. I am starving,' Arti pleaded. We fucked like hell every night. We fucked during the day also whenever we got a chance. One night, while running my fingers through her choot, I casually mentioned, 'Arti, why don't you remove these hair? They tickle my nose when I lick your choot.' She only stared at me without saying a word, but the next night, her cunt was bald as a baby's backside. One thing mystified me. When I fucked my three assistants, they always yelled with pleasure when they came. Even Mala shouted with ecstasy when I had fucked her for the first time, but Arti, except for soft 'oh's' and a loud 'AAAHHH,' was strangely silent. Arti had said that she enjoyed fucking, but I had my doubts. My leave came to an end. It was time to go back to work. My father had thoughtfully booked a first-class air-conditioned coupe for us. On the long two-day journey, we fucked, I ate her pussy, and introduced her to cock sucking. In the beginning, she did not like the taste of my cum, but later, she could not get enough of it. When we reached our destination, my sack was empty of cum, but Arti's cunt and stomach were full of it. Opening the door of my apartment, I asked, 'Na Arti, what do you think of our flat?' She looked around and said, 'It is small and cozy, but the main thing is that it is ours.' 'Yes, darling, you are right. You rest now, and I'll go and buy some provisions and fresh vegetables. I should be back in an hour or so.' When I returned, I found Arti tinkering in the kitchen. 'What do you think you are doing, my dear?' I asked. 'Getting familiar with the kitchen,' she laughed, 'you want dinner tonight, don't you?' 'Yes, but today is your first day. You sit down and relax. I will cook dinner,' I replied. Despite her protests, I pushed her out of the kitchen. 'Would you like some rum and coke to drink before dinner?' I asked. 'No, I don't drink,' Arti replied, then added, 'I didn't know that you drank alcohol?' 'Yes, I have all the bad habits. I drink, I smoke, and you already know about my third bad habit,' I replied, laughing. 'Yes, yes, I know. You don't have to tell me about that habit. I found out about it on the first night,' she replied with a smile. After a hearty meal, we decided to go to bed. I got into bed while Arti was in the bathroom doing whatever she did before going to bed. When she emerged from the bathroom, she was dressed in a near-transparent nightie. 'No, my dear, you are not going to bed clad in that.'Take it off and get into bed naked like me,' I said, throwing off the sheet covering my erection. She blushed and, without protest, pulled off her nightie. 'Yes, another thing. Before you get into bed, bring some cooking oil in a katori (small metal bowl) with you.' 'Cooking oil? What are you going to do with it in bed?' she inquired, raising her eyebrows. 'I will fry my balls for breakfast,' I replied, laughing. Shaking her head, she obeyed. Taking her in my arms, I kissed her and said, 'Darling, today is our first night in our own flat. Let us enjoy ourselves.' She nodded, 'Yes, whatever you say.' I ran my hand up and down her naked body. Taking her tits in my hands, I squeezed them gently. She moaned softly. Then I kissed her taut, pointed nipples. 'Oh, Randhir,' she squealed. I worked my way to her hairless choot and licked it. As I took her clit between my lips, her ass bucked, and she moaned, 'Oh, Randhir, this feels so good.' Pressing her knees on her breasts, I pushed my tongue inside her choot. 'AAGGHRR,' she cried, 'oh, Randhir, this is heavenly.' As I tongue-fucked her, she yelled, 'Oh, darling, yes, darling, go on. Oh, oh my god, OH MY GOD. AAAHHHH,' and released her cunt juices in my mouth. For a moment, I was taken aback by her vocal reaction, but I was too excited to stop and ask. I got on top of her and pushed my hard-on into her. 'AAAHHH,' she sighed as I entered her. I started to pump her pussy with slow, long strokes. I kept varying the speed and the length of my strokes. After ten minutes of pumping, she started to breathe harder. Encouraged, I increased the speed of my strokes. 'Oh, Randhir, oh, Randhir, it feels sooo wonderful. Yes, darling, go on. Oh, don't stop. Haan, aur jor se chodo (Yes, fuck me harder). Yes, faster. Yes, yes. MY GOD, I AM NEARLY THERE. YEESSSS, RANDHIIIIR, FEW MORE HARD STROKES. OH MY GOD, RANDHIR, I AM FIININSSSHHHHING,' she yelled in ecstasy and fell back on the bed, gasping for breath. I could not hold out any longer and spurted my cum into her pussy. We lay kissing each other, enjoying the afterglow of the intense feeling we had just experienced. As I lit a cigarette, I said, 'Darling, you are full of surprises.' 'Surprises? What surprises?' she asked, bewildered. 'You never gave vent to your pleasure so vocally before. I thought that you did not feel much pleasure,' I replied, pressing her nearest tit. 'I wanted to scream like this even when you fucked me for the very first time, but with great difficulty, I was able to check myself,' she clarified. 'But why, my love?' I asked. 'If I had screamed like this, then everyone in the house would have known that the new daughter-in-law is being fucked silly by their son,' Arti replied, giggling. 'You did well. This thought never struck me. Darling, now it is time to pop your other cherry,' I said, pressing her asshole. 'What other cherry?' Arti asked, surprised, but then, feeling my fingers pressing her asshole, added, 'Don't tell me that you want to fuck me in my asshole?' 'Absolutely right, my dear. Now you know why I asked you to get the oil,' I replied, smiling. 'No, please not in my asshole. It will hurt like hell,' Arti pleaded. 'Stop whining and get on your knees,' I said sternly, 'nothing you say can save your butt cherry tonight.' Reluctantly, she got on all fours. I pressed her head and shoulders onto the pillow and asked her to spread her butt cheeks as far apart as possible with her hands. This gave me a clear view of not only her very delicious-looking cunt, but the puckered rosebud of her anus as well. Dipping my fingers in the oil, I began to lubricate her back entrance. She moaned with pleasure as my fingers rimmed the edge of her anal opening, and then gently I slid one finger inside, carrying a good portion of lubricant with them. 'Darling, I see you are enjoying it,' I laughed. 'Oh, yes, it feels good,' Arti moaned. One, two, then three fingers disappeared into Arti's clenching rear entrance. 'Oh, Randhir, it hurts,' Arti protested at this invasion. I began to slowly stroke my fingers in and out of the tight opening. 'Oh, Randhir, it feels so good,' she squealed. 'Oh, Randhir, why have you stopped?' she moaned in protest when I finally removed my oily fingers from her now relaxed asshole. 'Don't worry, my love, I'm going to put something much more interesting than my fingers there in just a moment,' I said and began to thoroughly coat my throbbing cock with oil. 'Now for the real thing,' I said, 'Arti, are you ready for my cock?' 'Please, Randhir, must you put your big lund in my gaand? I am scared that the pain will kill me,' Arti pleaded. 'Darling, it has to be done someday, then why not tonight?' I replied soothingly and placed my cock on her rear door, 'Yes, it will hurt a little at first, but then you will find it very pleasurable.' Grasping the slippery shaft firmly in one hand, I began to slowly push forward into the tight ring of muscle, which formed her anal opening, watching carefully as it began to stretch to accommodate me. 'OOOOO, Randhir, please stop, it hurts,' Arti complained. Without replying, I continued to apply pressure. Despite liberally lubricating her asshole and my cock, I found the entry tough. 'Randhir, darling, please stop. OH, IT IS HURTING. STOP IT, PLEASE,' Arti shouted. 'Just a minute more. I am entering,' I panted. Her asshole was giving way. I saw the opening stretch, and the wrinkles of her puckered hole smoothening. I felt a strange excitement building in me. I was on the threshold of taking my first asshole cherry. Then suddenly, her sphincter snapped open, and my cock rushed into the depths of her asshole till my balls rested against her cunt. 'AAAAAAYYYYIIIEEE, MAR GAYI (AAAAYYYYIIIIEEEE, I AM DYING),' Arti screamed at the top of her voice as I entered and started to sob softly. 'Shh, darling, not so loud. Relax, my love, the painful part is over. I am in. Now for the good part,' I said kindly and started to pump my cock gently in her asshole. Her butthole was very tight, making my in-and-out movement difficult. 'Oh, Arti, it feels soooo great. Your gaand is very tight,' I panted and, pushing my hand under her body, commenced to rub her cunt vigorously. Without replying, Arti continued to groan with pain, but after ten minutes of pumping, she moaned with pleasure, 'Oh, Randhir.' I was about to cum. I increased the speed and shortened my strokes. From the movement of her hips, I sensed that she was also in the last stages. I started to bang my cock mercilessly into her. Her breath became short, and her whole body quivered as she went into her orgasm. 'Oh, darling, I am cumming,' I shouted as I injected my hot cum in her asshole and, gasping for air, lay still on her. 'How did you enjoy your first gaand fuck?' I asked, moving slightly to keep my cock from losing its hardness completely. 'Not much. It was very painful,' she replied, wiping her tear-stained face, 'please, Randhir, now take out your lund from my gaand.' 'Not yet, my darling. I am going to fuck your gaand once more,' I replied. 'Oh, Randhir, must you? God, I feel your laurda getting big inside me already,' she groaned, as my hardening cock stretched her bum hole. I started to fuck her asshole for the second time and, simultaneously, caressing her choot. This time, the presence of my slimy cum in her asshole made my movements easier. 'Oh, Randhir, it feels good,' Arti moaned. When we finished, we lay in a close embrace. 'You enjoyed yourself this time, didn't you?' I asked Arti. 'It was better than the first time,' she replied, blushing. 'I assure you that you will love it after we have done it a few more times. Remember, at first, you didn't like the taste of my cum, but later, you could not get enough of it,' I replied, laughing. Next morning, as I raced towards my office on my motorbike, I wondered how the three ladies and Mala would react to the news of my marriage. On reaching my cabin, I was surrounded by three grinning ladies. 'Thank God, Randy, you are back. We missed you,' Meera said. 'Abida, give me the key to the stationery store. I can hardly wait to be with Randy again,' Neha said. 'No, I will go with him first,' Abida replied, glaring at Neha. 'Hold it, ladies. I have some news for you,' I said and paused for effect, 'Ladies, I have got married.' 'Oh no,' they said in unison. Seeing their dismay, I quickly added, 'Don't worry, my marriage changes nothing between us. Our relationship will continue as before. I'll take care of your needs in the office and my wife's at home. Now, please leave me so that I can come up to date. In the afternoon, we can visit the stationery store.' Grinning happily, they left. 'This was not very painful, but the real test will be how Mala will react? Would she create a scene? Well, I will have to cross that bridge when I get to it,' I thought. Things were going well. The ladies were happy. Arti was happy. I was also happy. The only thing that irked me about Arti was that she was quite extravagant. I told her several times to control the expenditure; she would agree at that time, but the next day, buy some unessential item just because she found it 'cute'. One evening, when I returned from work, Arti said, 'Welcome home, Randy.' 'Randy! Who told her that name? Somebody has been here,' I thought and said loudly, 'Hello, Arti, has someone been here?' 'Yes, a Mrs. Meera was here. She said that she worked under you. She said that she just dropped in to get acquainted, but went on and on with "Randy" this and "Randy" that. Tell me, Randhir, why does she call you Randy? How does she know you are so randy, is it by working "under" you?' Arti replied, emphasizing the words 'working under you'. 'So it was Meera. I must remember to take her to task tomorrow,' I thought. 'Don't be silly, Arti.'You are letting your fertile imagination get the better of you,' I replied, laughing aloud. 'Not only she, but also everyone in the company calls me Randy, including my boss Mr. Swami and the MD. It is a short form of Randhir.' 'Oh, I see,' she mused. 'Randhir...Randhir...Randy. I like the sound of it. In the future, I will also call you Randy.' 'Sure,' I replied. 'Now, if the inquisition is over, my lady, may I wash up?' 'No, not yet,' she said. 'If she has not been here, then can you explain to me how she knows that I have rearranged the furniture?' I made a mental note to kill Meera in the morning. My brain worked with lightning speed. 'Oh, that is also easily explained. This flat belongs to her friend. It was through her good offices that I managed to get it so cheaply,' I replied. 'Randy, just remember, if I ever hear your name attached with another woman, then I will leave you,' Arti said in a matter-of-fact tone. 'God, is this woman jealous?' I thought. 'I have to be extra careful in the future.' In the morning, when I reached my office, I found the three ladies in a huddle. 'Ladies, in my cabin...now,' I ordered. 'Meera was telling us how beautiful your wife Arti is,' Neha said excitedly. 'Yes, no wonder you fell for her,' Abida gushed. 'Yes, she is very pretty, but she is also very jealous,' I retorted and narrated all that had happened the previous day. With folded hands, I said, 'Please, ladies, don't go visiting her anymore, and should you happen to meet her, I beg of you, be very careful in what you say.' Extracting their promise to this effect, I let them go. It was a long-standing tradition in the company that the management invited all the employees and their spouses to a gala party on the Founding Day of the company. This year's party was to be held on the lawns of The Country Club. The Country Club was the most exclusive club in town. The list of its members read like a page from the 'Who's Who.' Arti and I reached the venue punctually at eight. 'Arti, this is a club I would love to join. Isn't it beautiful?' I said, waving my hand around. The lawns were immaculately maintained. Hundreds of strings of small blue ornamental lights lay lazily amidst the foliage. The trees and the bushes were flood-lit by soft light of different colors. Multicolored seasonal flowers in full bloom added to the general beauty. 'Yes, it is very pretty. Just like a fairyland,' Arti sighed. A large number of guests were already there. The waiters, dressed in white, moved around serving drinks and snacks. As we mingled with the guests, Meera descended upon us and, taking Arti by the arm, announced, 'Come, Arti, I will introduce you to everyone.' Left to my own devices, I joined some of my colleagues. 'Hey, Randy, where is your drink?' one of them asked. 'What's the hurry? I have just arrived. The waiter will come around,' I replied. 'They are a lazy lot. If you wait for them, then you won't get more than two drinks in the whole evening,' he said amid general laughter. 'Go to the bar and fetch yourself a drink.' On the way to the bar, I spotted the MD and Mr. Swami sitting alone on a sofa. I went up to them and greeted them. 'Good to see you, Randy,' the MD said. 'Where is your drink? Go help yourself, my boy.' 'Yes, sir,' I replied. 'I was on my way to the bar when I saw you.' As I collected my drink from the bar, I spotted Mala talking to the Sales Manager. 'God, I hope she doesn't make a scene,' I prayed silently and moved from one group to another, trying to avoid meeting her. Half an hour later, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and found myself face to face with Mala. 'Hello, Randy,' she said in a sad voice. 'Hello, Mala. How are you?' I asked cheerfully. 'Congratulations. Meera was telling me that you are married now,' she continued, with tears filling her eyes. 'Look here, Mala. Please calm down,' I said hastily. 'I am sorry.' 'Don't worry, Randy. I am not going to make a scene,' she replied with a forced smile, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief. 'Believe me, Mala, I tell you honestly, I just could not help it. My father said, "Randhir, get married," and I didn't have the guts to refuse.' 'Yes, I understand. I have no regrets. I have had my innings, and now it is her turn,' she said, then brightening, added, 'Randy, won't you introduce me to her?' 'Sure. Come,' I replied, relieved. 'Arti, this is Mala, our MD's niece,' I said. 'Randy, she is very pretty,' Mala said, smiling. 'No wonder you fell for her.' As they talked, I noticed "The Trio" making a beeline for us. 'You girls get acquainted. I will go and sit with the bosses for a while,' I said, beating a hasty retreat. Both the MD and Mr. Swami were busy discussing something. I stood respectfully at a distance. The MD said, 'Randy, don't stand there like a bloody statue. Pull up a chair and join us.' They sat on a sofa overlooking the guests. I took a chair facing them. Sitting near them, I could overhear their conversation. 'Sir, look at that fabulous woman,' Swami said, pointing to some woman behind me. 'God, these guys just don't get enough,' I thought, smiling to myself. 'Swami, you are right, she is a rare beauty,' the MD said. 'Sir, have you seen her shapely boobs and her hourglass figure?' Swami continued with a loud sigh. 'Yes, Swami, I see it. Have you noticed how graceful her movements are? Boy, she is the most beautiful woman I have seen in a long time. Swami, just watching her makes me ooze pre-cum,' the MD replied. 'Sir, I am leaking pre-cum since I first spotted her half an hour ago. My underwear is nearly wet,' Swami said, laughing. 'Swami, do you know who she is?' the MD inquired. 'No, sir, I am seeing her for the first time,' Swami replied. 'I wonder who she is, sir?' 'We will have to find out, won't we?' the MD said, and turning to me, added, 'Randy, my boy, go and find out who this paragon of beauty is.' 'Who, sir?' I said, turning around. 'That woman in the white sari. The one who is talking to my niece Mala,' the MD replied. Smiling, I replied, 'She? Sir, she is my wife Arti.' 'Your wife? You never told me that you had married,' Mr. Swami complained. 'Never had the occasion, sir,' I explained. 'Won't you introduce her to us?' the MD asked. 'Sure, sir,' I replied and fetched Arti. 'Arti, this is my MD, Mr. Rajan, and this is my direct boss, Mr. Swami,' I said by way of introduction. 'Namaste,' Arti said respectfully. 'Arti, come sit here,' the MD said, patting the space on the sofa between them. 'Thank you, sir, I am fine here,' Arti replied politely and sat down opposite them on my chair. For the next twenty minutes, they made small talk. I could see that Arti was getting restless and wanted to leave. Luckily, Mala came to her rescue. 'Arti, are you going to sit here all evening? Come, let us eat, the dinner is served. God, am I hungry,' she said. 'Excuse me, sir,' Arti said, and pulling her sari tightly around her shapely body, followed Mala. 'OOOOOO, sir, look at her firm ass,' Swami cooed, staring at Arti's receding figure. 'Swami, you are incorrigible,' the MD laughed. 'A firm ass always makes you wild, doesn't it?' 'Sir, there is no greater pleasure than poking a firm ass,' Swami said enthusiastically. 'Come on, Swami, this is not what you said the other day,' the MD chided him. 'Well, second to deflowering a young virgin,' Swami corrected himself sheepishly. When we reached home, Arti said, 'Randy, I didn't like your bosses. They were like animals. Leering at me as if they wanted to devour me.' 'Don't be silly. You are imagining things,' I replied, then laughing, added, 'My dear, you are so beautiful that it brings out the beast in a man.' The matter was forgotten, and life went on as usual, but not for long. On the following Sunday afternoon, I received a call from Mr. Swami. He told me that the MD wants me to attend a meeting in the company suite of Hotel Bailey at eight that evening. At dot eight, I reached the venue of the meeting. The MD and Swami were the only ones present. 'Where are the others?' I asked. 'There are no others,' Swami smiled. 'The MD and I wanted to talk to you alone. Randy, take a seat.' 'There seems to be something big in the air,' I thought, sitting down on the chair indicated by Mr. Swami. 'Swami, give Randy a drink,' the MD said. Swami filled a glass half full with an amber liquid and, after adding ice to it, handed it to me, saying, 'Cheers, Randy.' 'Cheers,' I said and took a sip. 'WOW! This is great stuff. So smooth,' I said appreciatively. 'Yes, it is a twenty-year-old scotch. The best scotch on the market,' Swami replied proudly. 'What do you drink normally?' 'Me? I drink rum. I can't afford this. It is far too expensive for me,' I said truthfully. 'Who knows, by the end of the evening, you might be drinking this every day,' Swami replied with a sly smile. 'So my feeling was right. I am in for a raise,' I thought, smiling to myself, taking a big gulp. 'Drink up, my boy,' the MD said. 'There is lots of it. Swami, give Randy another drink.' 'Randy, Swami tells me that you are doing an excellent job,' the MD said. 'Yes, my boy,' Swami said. 'You are brilliant.' 'The suspense is killing me. Why don't you come out with it?' I thought, taking another big gulp, but aloud I said, 'Thank you, sir.' 'Randy, your wife Arti is very beautiful,' the MD said. 'Her figure is superb, and her shapely boobs, boy, just out of this world.' 'Don't forget her firm ass, sir,' Swami added. 'What has Arti to do with all this? Why are they suddenly talking about her?' I thought, draining my glass. I was confused. 'B..But what has Arti got to do with my raise?' I stammered. 'See, Swami, I told you Randy is very sharp. He knows that we have called him here to give him a raise,' the MD said. 'Show him the letter you have prepared.'Dipping into his pocket, Swami extracted a letter and gave it to me. 'Read it, son,' he said. The letter, duly signed by the MD, was addressed to me. According to it, my salary was being raised to a figure beyond all my dreams. In my excitement, I did not wait for Swami to refill my glass but took the bottle, pouring myself a large drink and took a big gulp. 'What do you think about it? You want it, don't you?' Swami said, taking the letter back from me. 'Yes, sir, very much,' I replied eagerly. 'Then you will have to earn it,' the MD said. I didn't understand what he meant. My head was already reeling, and I said, 'I will do anything you want me to do to earn it.' 'Randy, I envy you. You are a very lucky guy,' the MD said. 'You are able to see Arti naked, fondle her shapely tits, and fuck her choot every night. I bet her choot is quite a clipper.' Nonplussed, I stared at him. 'Not to forget her firm ass, sir. It is sooo beautiful,' Swami drooled. 'Randy, I do hope you are making full use of her gaand by fucking it often.' The conversation had taken quite a different turn. I did not appreciate the way they were talking about Arti, but I was scared that if I protested too loudly, then I might lose my raise. 'Sir, please, you are talking about my wife,' I protested mildly. Changing the subject abruptly, the MD said, 'Randy, I understand that your present accommodation is very cramped. How would you like to live, rent-free, in a company flat on Harrison Road?' 'M...me living on Harrison Road? The poshest locality of the city,' I said excitedly, 'yes, sir, yes, sir, I would love it.' 'Randy, listen. Both the raise and the flat can be yours if you will only do the MD a small favor,' Swami said. 'M..me do the MD a favor? If it is within my power, then, sir, I am prepared to do anything you command,' I replied, taking a big gulp. 'Swami, fill up Randy's glass,' the MD said. 'Randy, the truth is that since I saw your wife Arti the other night, I have not been able to sleep. I just dream of her. I want you to deliver a willing Arti to me. If you do that, then you will not only get the raise and the flat, but I will help you in many other ways also.' 'To us, sir,' Swami corrected hastily. 'Yes, to both of us,' the MD confirmed. To put it mildly, I was shocked beyond words. I picked up my glass and nearly emptied it in one go. 'God, they had designs on my wife. They wanted to fuck her,' I thought angrily, and the visions that I had seen a few minutes earlier of rubbing shoulders with the elite of the city started to fade rapidly. 'WHAT ARE YOU SAYING, SIR?' I started loudly but, scared, finished in a whimper, 'y....you w...want to f....fuck m..my w...wife?' 'See, sir, I told you that Randy is an intelligent man. Yes, Randy, we want to fuck Arti, your wife,' Swami said with a satanic smile. 'NO, I CAN'T DO THAT,' I shouted, sobering up rapidly. 'She is conservative and old-fashioned. She is God-fearing and believes in the sanctity of marriage. She will never agree.' 'We are also God-fearing,' Swami laughed. 'Randy, think with a cool mind. With the raise, you can live in luxury, and living on Harrison Road will make you one of the elite,' the MD advised. Closing my eyes, I thought, 'God, what have I got myself into?' The devil in me said, 'Randy, don't hesitate. Say yes. So many women in the world cheat on their husbands, but the husbands never find out because there is no change in their choot. Her cunt will remain the same, and you can still enjoy her as before. Imagine living in the lap of luxury on Harrison Road. I say, go for it. SAY YES.' My good angel advised, 'Don't listen to the Devil. He is trying to mislead you. You must not do it. Remember, the husband-wife relationship is sacred. Say no. Yes, RANDY, SAY NO.' 'Sir, she will never consent. I know it,' I replied hesitatingly. 'You said she is conservative and old-fashioned. You are her husband, and if you order her, then she is bound to obey you,' Swami reasoned logically. Unconvinced, I said, 'I don't know....' 'Randy, are you a man or a mouse?' Swami said aggressively. 'Swami, back off. Have you shown Randy the photos you have in your bag?' the MD asked. Swami threw a bunch of photographs in front of me. I was shocked to see them. They were dated pictures, before and after my marriage, of the three ladies and me in different poses of fucking. 'H..how did you get them? Who told you?' I asked, confused. 'No one told me. I am the MD; it is my business to know what is going on in my company,' the MD replied, smiling. My mind was in turmoil. If Arti sees these snaps, she would leave me. 'What are you going to do with them?' I asked. 'This depends on you,' the MD said. 'Okay, here is the deal. You persuade Arti to let us have our will with her, and you can have the raise, the flat, and these pictures along with their negatives; otherwise, you don't get anything, and these snaps will be delivered to your wife first thing in the morning. Now you decide.' Here, my resolve to earn the good things in life by hard work went for a six, and my basic instinct of self-preservation and greed took over. 'Randy, if you were to work hard for ten years, then maybe, just maybe, you might earn the offered salary, but you will never be able to afford to live on Harrison Road, not in this lifetime at least. You are a persuasive man, and you will surely be able to convince Arti to cooperate,' reasoned my alcohol-soaked mind. Sitting up straight in the chair, I said, 'Sir, I will do it.' 'Bravo,' shouted Swami excitedly, 'we knew that you will come around.' 'Randy, are you sure you can do it?' the MD asked. 'Yes, sir, I am confident. Just tell me when and where?' I confirmed with false bravado. With a sigh of relief, sticking his hand out, the MD said, 'Okay, Randy, it is a deal. Let us close it with a handshake.' I grabbed his hand and shook it warmly. 'Now, this is what we will do. Next Saturday at eight, we both will come to your house, ostensibly for drinks, but will go on to enjoy your wife,' the MD said and, with a smirk, added, 'it will be more exciting to fuck Arti in her own bed than here in the hotel. Swami, what do you think?' 'Great idea, sir,' Swami gushed, 'very nice touch.' 'Randy, don't worry, you will have minimal expense. Swami will arrange for the drinks, etc.,' the MD said. When we were leaving, the MD said softly but with undisguised menace, 'Randy, if you disappoint me, then not only will the pictures reach your wife, but I promise I will also fire you,' then, turning to Swami, added, 'Swami, Randy is not fit to ride his motorbike. Better you drop him home. We don't want him to have an accident, do we? At least not at this juncture.' Next morning, when I got up, I thought, 'God, Randy, you have landed yourself in real big shit. There is no way out of it now. You will have to go through with it. But how was the million-dollar question?' 'Darling, what was your meeting about?' Arti asked, interrupting my thoughts. 'She has given me an opening. Shall I tell her?' I thought, but failed to summon enough guts and replied, 'Oh, the same usual business things. Boring stuff.' 'You came home pretty late, didn't you?' she asked. 'Yes, it went on and on. Another thing, sweetheart, before I forget, I have invited the MD and Mr. Swami for drinks on Saturday. They will be here at eight.' 'Why did you do that? You know I don't like them,' Arti said, making a face. 'Come on, darling, they are my bosses; we have to be nice to them,' I replied. 'God, this makes things even more difficult. She even hates their coming here. How will she consent to get in bed with them? Anyway, today is only Monday; there is ample time to tell her.' On Thursday, the drinks were delivered. 'What is this?' Arti said, pointing to the carton containing two bottles of scotch and four large bottles of coke, 'your bosses think we can't afford to serve them drinks?' 'No, darling, it is not so. The scotch the MD drinks is so expensive that it will burn such a big hole in our pocket that our finances would not be able to recover for weeks,' I said, laughing. 'But to send bottles of coke is the giddy limit. If they think that we can't even afford offering them coke, then I think they should pay you more,' Arti, getting annoyed. 'They will, my dear, if you cooperate,' I thought to myself but could not tell her. The inclusion of coke had surprised me also, and when I asked Swami about it, he laughed, 'It is not the normal coke. To get the girl in the right frame of mind for our purpose, a friend of the MD bottles it especially for him. So, make sure to use it only.' I found out later that, in addition to normal coke, it contained whisky and an aphrodisiac. The whole week went by, but I just couldn't tell Arti the real purpose of their visit. Leaving things in the able hands of God, I opened the door when they arrived at eight on Saturday evening. 'Welcome, sir,' I said. 'Namaste, sir,' Arti said with folded hands. 'Namaste, Randy, Namaste, Arti,' the MD reciprocated. 'Arti, you are looking very pretty tonight.' Arti, with her hair tied neatly in a bun behind her head and dressed in a sky blue sari with a matching blouse, was really looking ravishingly beautiful. Blushing and with downcast eyes, Arti said, 'Thank you, sir. Come in and be seated. I will bring some snacks.' 'No hurry,' Swami said, 'please join us.' We all sat down. The MD and Swami sat on the three-seat sofa, and we sat opposite them on the two single sofa chairs. Both the MD and Swami kept staring at Arti's bosom. I could see that Arti was not feeling comfortable. Turning on some slow romantic music, I mixed drinks for the guests and myself. 'Arti, won't you also join us in a drink?' the MD asked. 'No, thank you, sir. I don't drink alcoholic beverages,' Arti replied politely, 'but I will take a coke.' I handed her a full glass of the special coke.'Cheers,' I said, raising my glass, 'welcome to our humble abode, sir.' Arti took a couple of sips and said, 'I will get some snacks,' leaving for the kitchen. When she was out of earshot, Swami whispered anxiously, 'Randy, have you told her? Has she agreed?' 'No, I haven't, but I will,' I replied nervously. 'You know what will happen to you if you disappoint me,' MD warned. 'I assure you that you will not be disappointed,' I replied, getting more jittery. Just then, Arti came in with a plate of kebabs. 'Try these, sir. I have made them myself,' Arti said. She bent low to offer the kebabs to them, and her pallu (part of her sari draped over her breasts) slipped. As both her hands were occupied, she could not stop it from falling to the floor. Ignoring the kebabs, both the MD and Swami tried to peer into her cleavage. Seeing what they were doing, Arti blushed and, placing the plates on the table, pulled her sari back into position. 'Oh, it is so hot today,' she murmured and, dabbing her face with the pallu, drained the coke in one large gulp. We three stared at her to see the reaction. Her face flushed, beads of perspiration formed on her forehead, and she shook her head vigorously, trying to clear the fog forming in it. 'Excuse me,' she said, 'I will join you in a minute,' and walked towards the kitchen with unsteady steps. A few minutes later, we heard her calling, 'Randy, can you come in here for a minute?' When I entered the kitchen, I saw her swaying slightly. 'Tell me, Randy, what is going on? What did you mix in the coke?' she asked, looking at me with bloodshot eyes. 'You are imagining things. How could I mix something in the coke? You saw me open a fresh bottle in front of your own eyes,' I replied innocently. 'I know something is going on. I can feel it in my bones. Randy, place your hand on my head and swear that nothing is going on,' she insisted. It was time that she knew the truth, I thought. 'Relax. There is no need to be so melodramatic,' I said, picking up enough courage, 'I will tell you everything. You remember I went to attend a company meeting last Sunday...' End of part 2 To be continued...

Part 2

Authors/SAHEBJI/DEN OF DEBAUCHERY 2.txt

Sahebji

BAM WHAM THANK YOU MA'AM

'Pagli, main usse nahin chodunga, bas kuch samjhaunga (Stupid, I won't fuck her. I will only explain things to her),' I replied, laughing. 'Okay, I will call her,' she said, still looking at me suspiciously. Then we went to sleep. In the morning, Bela got up with a start. 'My God! It is already eight. Ammi will kill me for not serving bed tea in time to abbu,' Bela said, jumping out of bed. 'Relax, I bet he is still sleeping,' I replied. 'He can afford to sleep. He is the master, but I am a maid,' she said, running naked out of the room. After what seemed an eternity, she returned with my tea. 'It takes you so long to serve tea in two rooms?' I asked, taking a sip. 'When I took tea to abbu's room, I saw Aunt Seema and Nira didi eating each other's pussy. Abbu was caressing his hard-on and watching them,' Bela said. 'Good that you have come, my dear,' abbu said, 'I was thinking about your tight choot.' 'Then he laid me on the bed next to the sixty-nining couple and fucked me,' Bela said. 'One fuck does not account for the delay,' I asked, laughing. 'After he had finished fucking me, I took tea to Uncle Mohan's room,' Bela said, 'there I saw that Rani didi was fast asleep, and ammi was kissing Uncle Mohan's erect cock. Not wanting to disturb them, I placed the tea tray on the table and turned to leave.' 'Bela, where are your manners? Mohan is our guest, and his cock is standing,' ammi said, pointing to Uncle Mohan's erect cock, 'You didn't even ask him what snack his cock would like to taste?' I understood what ammi meant. 'Sir, what snack would your cock care for, my sweet choot or my salty gaand,' I asked. 'Hmmm, I'll take your ass hole, I am in the mood of something salty,' Uncle Mohan laughed and proceeded to fuck me in my ass hole. 'You have had quite an adventure early in the morning,' I laughed. 'I might as well ask you also,' Bela giggled, 'what would you like, my sweet choot or my salty gaand?' 'Neither,' I laughed, 'I would like you to snack on my cock.' After she had swallowed my seed, she said, 'Now get ready, Ammi has said that I have to serve breakfast at ten o'clock,' Bela said, leaving the room. At ten o'clock, all of us were seated at the dining table for breakfast. Bela, still naked, started to pour tea. 'Bela, why are you still naked?' ammi asked. 'I had a lot to do. There was no time to go change my clothes. Bhaiya had ruined my clothes last night,' Bela replied apologetically. 'She is a funny girl, first she didn't want to take off her clothes, and now she doesn't want to wear them,' Rani giggled. We all laughed. 'I think it is nice to see two swinging boobs and a young choot at the start of the day,' Uncle Mohan said. 'You are right,' abbu said, 'Bela, in future you will wear this dress while serving breakfast, understood?' Bela nodded. Next day in the afternoon, Bela said, 'Bhaiya, Paro has come. She is waiting in my room. Shall I bring her here?' 'No, I'll come up,' I replied. Paro was as old as Bela, give or take a few months. She was of small build, fair with light brown eyes and long thick black hair. She wore a sleeveless pink blouse and black mini skirt. The blouse was hugging her tennis ball-sized boobs. Apparently, she was not wearing a bra because her dark nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of her blouse. I must confess that she was quite attractive. Seeing me, she stood up and wished me. 'Paro, what have you been telling Bela?' I said, after acknowledging her greeting. 'Achcha tau yeh hain tere bhaiya, jissne teri choot phardi thi (So this is your bhaiya, who deflowered you,' she said to Bela, ignoring me completely. I stiffened. I was not used to being ignored like this, especially by a maidservant. My temper rose, but I kept it under control for Bela's sake. 'Yes, isn't he sweet,' Bela cooed. 'He is sweet because he wants your choot. Just wait and see how "sweet" he is when he gets a new choot or you get big with his child,' Paro said, disparagingly. 'My bhaiya is not like that,' Bela said, defending me. They were talking as if I wasn't there. 'When will you understand these rich sons of bitches? I have told you, they are bastards. It is a three-step game for them. First, they seduce us poor girls. Then they fuck us till they get a new choot or get big with their child. Then they throw us out in the street,' Paro said, spitting on the floor, 'your bhaiya is no different. I am warning you. When the time comes, this bhaiya of yours will also behave like a bastard.' I could no longer control my anger. I slapped her hard on her cheek. She fell like a stone and lost consciousness. 'Bhaiya, what have you done?' Bela said, 'She has fainted.' 'She'll be all right. Just help me lift her onto the bed,' I said, catching her ankles. Bela helped me lift her onto the bed. 'Bela, undo her blouse so that she can breathe more easily,' I said. Bela opened her blouse buttons. She was not wearing a bra like I thought. 'Her boobs are very pretty,' I said, fondling them, 'I wonder how pretty her choot is? Let's look.' 'Bhaiya, aap isse chodoge tau nahin? (Bhaiya, you are not going to fuck her?)' Bela asked. 'No, not at all, I just want to look,' I said, grabbing her ankles and bending her knees, pressed them on her tits. She was not wearing panties either. Her choot was beautiful. Her cunt lips were pressed together, and her clit was just visible between them. The only blemish, from my point of view, was her pubic hair, which had just started to grow on her choot. 'Bela, look how small her cunt hole is?' I said, spreading her legs. 'It has to be small. She is a virgin,' Bela replied, peering at her cunt. I had not fucked a virgin for some months and was tempted to fuck her but controlled myself as I had promised Bela that I'd not fuck her. This did not stop me from thinking aloud. 'I'd love to deflower her,' I said, glancing obliquely at Bela. 'Bhaiya, you promised,' Bela said, placing her hand on Paro's choot. I laughed aloud. Just then, Paro regained consciousness. 'What are you doing? Let me go, you bastard,' she yelled, struggling to free herself. Just to tease her, I laughed, holding her ankles tightly. 'Didn't you hear me? Let me go, you...you son of a bitch,' she said loudly, trying to break my hold. 'Bhaiya, chod do isse. Haan, phard do iss haraamzaadi ki choot (Bhaiya, fuck her. Yes, deflower the bitch),' Bela said. 'Are you sure?' I asked, surprised. 'Yes, absolutely sure,' Bela said, 'she has to learn not to abuse decent people.' 'Okay. Take out my cock,' I said grinning. When Paro saw Bela opening my zip, she shouted, 'Bela, don't do it. I am Paro, your friend.' Bela ignored her pleas and took out my cock. 'HHHHEEEEEELLLLLPPPPPPP. SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME,' Paro shouted. 'You can shout as much as like. No one is here to help you,' Bela said, placing my cock at the entrance of Paro's choot. Paro must have felt the heat of my cock because she changed her tune. 'Sir, I beg of you, don't fuck me. I am a virgin,' Paro pleaded, sobbing. 'Not for long, my dear, not for long,' I grinned, pushing forward a little. 'OOWWW,' she yelped as the head of my cock entered her choot. Now she was convinced that she was about to lose her virginity. She began to shout as I lunged forward. 'HHHHEEEELAAAAAYYYYIIIIIIEEEEEE,' she screamed, as my cock, tearing her hymen, entered her fuck tube. I pulled my cock back till the mouth of her cunt and rammed it in two, three times till it was fully sheathed in her choot. 'OOWWWA,' she groaned at each stroke, as my cock brushed against the torn edges of her shattered virginity. I began to pump her. Without missing a stroke, I raised myself on my elbows and looked at her. She was staring at me and sobbing softly. With each stroke, her boobs shook and quivered like two hillocks of jelly. Her cunt was very tight, and after ten minutes of fucking, I felt my seed rising. I fucked her faster and faster till with a loud, "AAHHHH," I deposited my load, deep inside her choot and lay on her, gasping for breath. 'Sir, please let me go now,' she pleaded. 'Not yet, my little one,' I panted, kissing her tears away, 'I am going to fuck your tight choot one more time.I continued to move my semi-hard cock slowly in and out of her tight fuck hole until I was hard again and began to fuck her for the second time. Ten minutes later, holding me tightly, she closed her eyes, moaning loudly. Her hips were keeping pace with my up and down movement. I fucked faster and harder. A wild look came in her eyes, her body arched, and with a loud sigh, she came. A few strokes later, I spurted my seed into her choot as well. I got up, releasing her. Bela wiped my bloodstained cock lovingly with a towel and, stowing it away, zipped up my fly. Paro didn't move. She continued to lie with her eyes closed, apparently savoring the sensation she had experienced for the first time. Her legs were wide apart, and my sperm, streaked with the blood of her shattered virginity, was oozing from her fuck hole. 'Bela, you called me here for this?' she said, opening her eyes. 'No, but why did you abuse him?' Bela replied, tersely. 'God, what will I do if I get pregnant?' she said, on the verge of crying. 'What do I care? Say your master is the father,' Bela said, harshly. 'He is too old. Nobody will believe me,' she said, starting to cry. 'Bela is joking. If you have a problem, come here. I'll take care of it,' I said, pulling Paro to her feet. 'Paro, come tomorrow at the same time. I want to fuck your tight choot again,' I said, leaving the two together. Half an hour later, Bela came to my room. 'She is gone,' she said. 'When she comes tomorrow, shave her choot before bringing her to me,' I said. 'Okay, but I doubt whether she will come,' Bela replied. 'She'll definitely come. Didn't you see how her hips were moving when I was fucking her?' I said, confidently. The next day, Bela came to my room. 'She is here,' she said, grinning. 'Didn't I tell you?' I laughed, 'Bring her to me.' After five minutes, Bela returned with Paro. Paro was blushing like a bride on her wedding night. 'You have shaved her choot like I told you to?' I asked. 'Yes,' Bela replied. 'Let me see,' I said. Paro's face became beetroot red. Bela undressed Paro. 'Paro, lie down on the bed so that I can admire your choot properly,' I said. 'Your choot is really beautiful,' I said, kissing it. 'Oh, sir,' she said, drawing in her breath sharply. I licked her cunt and, taking her swollen clit between my lips, sucked on it. 'OH, SIR,' she moaned loudly. Then, raising her legs, I inserted my tongue in her small hole and began to tongue-fuck her. 'AGHRR,' she yelped as I continued to move my tongue in and out of her fuck hole. 'OH, SIR, IT FEELS WONDERFUL. YES, IT IS HEAVENLY. OH, MY GOD! I AM COMING. YES, I AM COMING,' she screamed, flooding my mouth with her cunt juice. I continued to eat her pussy until she came two more times. Then, getting on top of her, I fucked her twice. 'Bela, take her upstairs and bring her down after dinner,' I said when I had finished. 'But, sir, I can't stay,' Paro protested, 'I have to get back.' 'No. Today, you are spending the night here,' I said. 'But...,' she started to say, but I interrupted her, 'Don't argue. Bela, take her with you.' After dinner, we all assembled in abbu's room. 'Ladies and Gentlemen, I have a present for you,' I announced, 'Bela, go get their gift.' A few minutes later, Bela entered the room with Paro. Paro was naked and blushing sweetly. 'This pretty young lady is Paro. I deflowered her yesterday. Tonight, she is here to give you pleasure, so enjoy,' I said, fondling Paro's tits. 'Thank you, son, she is very beautiful,' abbu said, running his fingers through her cunt lips. 'Her choot is very tight. Enjoy it because she is here for tonight only,' I said. 'Come to bed, my dear,' Uncle Mohan said, 'Let me check how tight your choot is.' 'You were right. Her choot is very tight,' Uncle Mohan panted after he had fucked her. 'How is her ass hole?' abbu asked. 'Her ass hole cherry is intact,' I laughed. 'Paro, get on all fours,' abbu said, 'I am going to fuck you in your ass hole.' 'You...You are going to fuck me in my ass hole?' Paro stuttered. 'Yes, my dear,' abbu smiled. 'Sir, please don't,' Paro begged, placing her hand on her gaand to protect it. 'You have no choice,' Bela said, 'This is their rule.' 'It'll be very painful,' Paro said. 'Just a little, but you'll enjoy it very much,' Bela said, leading Paro to the bed. Abbu placed his cock on her rear entrance after applying vaseline. 'Sir, please be gentle,' Paro pleaded, nervously. 'Of course, my dear,' abbu said, lunging forward. 'AAAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE,' she screamed as abbu's cock entered deep inside her ass hole. Ignoring her scream, Abbu began to pump her butt. 'Oh, it is hurting a lot,' Paro groaned. 'The pain will soon abate, and then you'll feel only pleasure,' Bela said, consoling her. 'It was nice,' Paro smiled when abbu had filled her ass hole with his cum. Then we fucked Paro and the other ladies till the small hours of the morning. The next morning, Bela woke me with a hot cup of tea. 'Has Paro left?' I asked. 'Yes, she left an hour ago,' Bela said. 'A pity, I liked her cunt,' I said, drinking the tea. Just then, the front doorbell rang. 'Who can that be?' Bela said, 'I'll go and check.' A few minutes later, she returned with Paro. 'What are you doing here?' I asked, 'Bela told me that you had gone back.' 'I did go, but my mistress threw me out for staying away for the whole of last night,' Paro said. 'What happened?' I asked. 'When I reached my workplace, my mistress was waiting for me. "You slut, where were you last night?" she asked. 'Ma'am, I was at my girlfriend's house,' I replied, respectfully. '"More likely a boyfriend," she said, sneering. 'No, ma'am, I assure you that my friend is a girl,' I said. '"Look at her eyes. It seems her friend has fucked her the whole night,"' she said. '"Darling, why don't you believe her? She might be telling the truth," her husband said. '"You keep out of this," she said, pouncing on her husband, "I know why you are taking her side. You are waiting for an opportunity to stick your cock inside her choot."' '"Darling, you..."' her husband said. '"Don't darling me. I know you. I won't have a whore working for me," she said, throwing my clothes etc. at me, "Here, take your belongings and get out."' '"Please don't dismiss me. I have nowhere else to go,"' I pleaded with folded hands. '"Go to hell for all I care, but you can't work here,"' she said, slamming the door in my face. 'Sir, you said if I had a problem, I should come to you,' Paro said, finishing her story. 'I didn't mean this sort of a problem,' I chuckled. 'Bhaiya, please hire her. With so many people in the house, I require help as well,' Bela said. 'Okay, but it is subject to confirmation by my parents,' I replied, 'You will be required to do household chores in addition to the duties you are already familiar with. Remember, no abusing.' 'Thank you; I'll do whatever you say. I promise I'll never abuse again,' Paro said, catching her ears. 'Really, whatever I say? To start with, suck my cock,' I said, laughing. She immediately got down on her knees and began sucking my cock. 'Oh, it felt very good,' I said when Paro had swallowed my seed, 'Bela, take her with you and explain the rules of the house, especially the dress code.' At breakfast, when Paro appeared in her birthday suit, Uncle Mohan said, 'Hey! What are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to go back to your employers?' 'She did, but they threw her out for spending the night out,' I explained, 'Bela was finding it difficult to cope with so many people in the house. Therefore, I have hired her, subject to abbu's and ammi's approval.' 'I'm for it. Mehru, what do you all say?' abbu said. 'Bela does require help. I also say yes,' ammi said. 'Paro, you are hired,' abbu said. 'Thank you, sir. I'll do my...' Paro started to thank us, but Bela nudged her. 'Silly, not like this,' she said and whispered into her ears. Paro immediately crawled under the table and sucked abbu's cock, then Uncle Mohan's. 'Paro, after you have had your breakfast, come to my room to thank the ladies,' ammi said, smiling, 'Bring Bela along, you'll need help.' After breakfast, I went out. When I returned, it was already lunchtime. I hurried to the dining room. I was surprised that no one was there. I peeped into the kitchen. It was also empty. 'AMMI, AMMI, WHERE IS EVERYBODY?' I yelled, going towards her room. 'AMMI,' I called out again. Ammi, opening the door of her room, said, 'Shhh, not so loud. Come here.' When I entered her room, I saw that all the ladies were still naked. Paro and Rani were fast asleep in each other's arms. Seema and Bela were also asleep. Apparently, Nira had been sleeping in ammi's embrace. 'Why are you yelling?' ammi asked. 'Ammi, I am hungry. I want lunch,' I replied. 'Lunch has not been cooked today. The poor dears were so tired,' ammi said, indicating Bela and Paro, 'I did not have the heart to wake them. I'll fix something for you to eat.' 'Aunt Mehru, you rest, I'll make something for him,' Nira said, yawning. 'Nira, you are a lifesaver. A couple of sandwiches will do,' I said. 'All right, it will take me a few minutes,' Nira said, 'I'll bring them to your room.' Ten minutes later, Nira brought two large sandwiches to my room. While I ate them, she lay down on my bed. After I had finished, Nira asked, 'Would you like some more?' 'No, thank you, but I would like to thank you,' I said, caressing her naked choot. 'Please, not now, I have cum so often that my choot is sore,' she said, turning over, and in seconds, was fast asleep. 'My God!'It must have been some pussy-eating session if Nira said no to a fuck, I thought, lying down next to Nira to rest. On Friday afternoon, I met Romy. 'Romy, you said Kiran is not in town. When will she be back?' I said as soon as I saw her. 'Good afternoon, Babu,' Romy laughed, 'I know you are anxious to fuck her, but you should not forget your manners.' 'I am sorry. Good afternoon, Romy. How are you? I hope you are well?' I said with exaggerated politeness. 'No need to overdo it,' Romy giggled. 'All right, tell me, where is Kiran?' I asked. 'Kiran is married.' 'What! Are you sure?' 'Of course I am. I should know. I was present when she got married.' 'Why? What was the hurry?' 'She had to. She was pregnant.' 'She couldn't have been pregnant. I was always very careful,' I said, shocked. 'Not by you,' Romy replied, 'She was raped.' 'MY GOD! That's terrible. I hope she is all right.' 'Oh yes, she is fine,' Romy replied, 'I got a letter from her a few days back. She is enjoying her honeymoon.' 'H...H...How did this all happen?' I asked. 'Sit down, I will tell you from the beginning,' she said. 'After you left, Kiran did go out with other boys but always talked about you and how she missed you, etc.,' Romy said, relating the story, 'Early this year, she met Ajay. They dated several times. In late February, she came to visit me. She was looking very sad and depressed.' 'Kiran, why so glum?' I asked. 'Ajay raped me two days back,' she replied. 'WHAT! Are you all right?' I asked. 'Oh Romy, ussne mujhe choda, do baari choda aur main kuch nahin kar paayi (Oh Romy, he fucked me, fucked me twice and I couldn't do anything),' she said, starting to cry. 'Poor dear, what could you have done?' I said, embracing her, 'Kiran, don't cry. What had to happen has happened.' When she had collected herself, I said, 'I know Ajay. He is not the type who would rape someone. Are you sure you didn't do anything silly?' 'Of course not, you think I am an idiot,' she replied, getting agitated, then with a naughty smile, added, 'Maybe just a little something.' 'See, I told...' I said. 'But for that, I didn't deserve to be raped,' she complained. 'All right, all right, tell me all that happened, and I'll be the judge,' I said. 'That evening, Ajay picked me up. We went to a movie, then grabbed a bite at a fast-food joint. After dinner, we went for a drive. Ajay parked on the South Hill,' Kiran said. 'Did you neck?' I asked, interrupting her. 'Of course not. Anyway, Ajay usually gave me a peck on my cheek while saying good night. That's all,' she said, indignantly. 'Sorry, continue,' I said. 'We were enjoying the city lights and talking,' Kiran said, resuming, 'talk turned to women's fashion, particularly underclothing.' 'We men are very simple. We have only two types of underwear, briefs or boxers,' Ajay said, 'but you women wear many types of panties, even though no one sees them.' Then he started counting the different types. 'You didn't mention "no panties",' I said when he had finished enumerating them. 'No panties! Never heard of them,' he said. 'No panties, like I am wearing no panties,' I giggled. It was a particularly hot evening, and I was not wearing panties. 'Oh! You mean...I don't believe you,' Ajay said, laughing. 'No, I am telling the truth. You can check if you like,' I said, taking his hand and placing it on my naked choot. 'You mean you let him touch your naked choot?' I asked, incredulously. 'What's wrong with it? Daddy also....' She said when I interrupted her. 'What! Your daddy put his hand under your skirt,' I said. I was shocked. 'Don't be silly, Romy. You didn't let me complete... Aw, forget it,' Kiran said, 'As soon as Ajay touched my cunt, he became physical.' 'I struggled and tried to stop him, but he was like a wild animal. He stopped only after he had fucked me twice. Then he said sorry, and we drove home in silence. When I reached home, I told my parents.' 'My parents were very angry, especially my daddy. He wanted to shoot Ajay, but mummy stopped him, "Ajay has done wrong, and now you are about to do the same. The best would be if we report the whole episode to the police."' 'Yes, dear, you are right. I got carried away,' daddy mumbled. Just then, the phone rang. It was Ajay's father. 'Ajay and I are coming to your house,' he said, 'Please don't do anything till I get there.' 'Good, he is coming here. I'll shoot him like a dog,' daddy said, his temper rising again. 'You will do nothing of the sort. We'll hear what he has to say, then call the police,' mummy said. Half an hour later, they arrived. 'DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS RASCAL HAS DONE?' daddy shouted, angrily. 'Sir, please calm down. Yes, Ajay told me everything,' Ajay's father replied. 'I will report your son to the police,' daddy said, 'and see to it that he rots in jail all his life.' 'Please hear his side of the story. If you still feel that he deserves to go to jail, then I will not stop you,' Ajay's father said. 'All right, but my mind is made up,' daddy said. Ajay narrated the events of the evening correctly and truthfully. When he said that I put his hand under my skirt so that he could convince himself that I was not wearing panties, my father stopped him and asked me, 'Kiran, did you put his hand under your skirt and let him touch your cu..er.. I mean... touch your bare skin?' 'Yes, what's wrong with it?' I replied. 'My God! It was like inviting him to rape you, that's what's wrong with it,' daddy said, then turning to Ajay, he added, 'Sorry, son, I was very rude to you.' 'Sir, I have a request. I am very fond of Kiran. If you permit, I would like to marry her,' Ajay said. 'You have my permission,' daddy said, immediately embracing Ajay. 'Daddy, but I...,' I protested. 'No buts, I have decided. You'll marry Ajay, and that's final,' daddy said. 'It was silly of you to let him touch your choot. No wonder he raped you,' I said. 'God! Daddy made such a big thing about it, now you too. I don't see anything wrong with it,' Kiran said. 'Let's not talk about it,' I said, 'what would you like to drink?' 'Nothing. I am in a hurry. I came to invite you to my engagement ceremony. It is day after tomorrow at 4 p.m. Be there. Bye,' she said and was gone. 'She was married ten days ago and is presently on her honeymoon,' Romy said, 'Babu, what do you think?' 'Yes, it was her own fault that she got raped,' I said, 'do you think she'll be happy living with a rapist?' 'I am telling you that I have known Ajay since I was a little girl. He is a very nice boy,' Romy said, 'Wait! I'll show you a letter written by her. I received it only yesterday.' She rummaged through her bedside drawer and came up with a sheaf of papers. 'I'll read out the relevant portions,' she said. She read: "Romy, Romy, I am very happy, deliriously happy.... Ajay is an angel. He is very attentive and considerate... Just a week with him, and I love him already.... I would be lying naked all day in bed... he is big, not as big as him, but nearly so...he has fucked me and licked my pussy six times today with the night still head of us....oh Romy, I love him so..." 'I am glad she is happy,' I said, 'Romy, I must be going.' 'Babu, do me a favor,' Romy said. 'Sure, what is it?' I said. 'Please, eat my pussy. Kiran told me that it is fantastic,' Romy said, 'I also want to experience this fantastic sensation.' 'Why don't you ask your boyfriend, Amit, to do it,' I laughed. 'I have, several times, but he refuses. He says it is dirty,' Romy replied, 'Please, Babu, don't disappoint me.' 'Where are your parents?' I asked. 'They are still out of station and will return tomorrow,' she answered. 'Now I understand why you didn't tell me about Kiran's marriage on the phone. You wanted me to come here so that I could eat your pussy,' I laughed. 'It was clever of me, wasn't it?' she giggled, 'Babu, please.' 'Okay, provided you suck my cock first,' I said. 'Okay, I wanted to see your cock anyway,' she laughed, 'Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed.' 'I'll undress if you do too,' I said. We both got naked, and I lay down on the bed. 'My God! Your cock is even larger than what Kiran told me,' she said, kissing my cock, 'Babu, get ready for the best blowjob of your life.' She took my hard cock in her mouth and began sucking it. Then, releasing my cock, she alternated between my cock, the stem of my cock, and my thighs, licking them and handling the crown jewels. A big drop of pre-cum formed on the tip of my cock. She licked it with a quick flick of her tongue. She started sucking my cock again. 'OH Romy, it feels sooo good,' I moaned and closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation her mouth was producing. Soon, I felt my sperm rising. My cock became bigger and harder. Romy was too experienced not to notice it. She released my cock and went to work on the stem of my cock. 'Oh, why have you stopped?' I asked, disappointed. After giving my sperm a few minutes to settle down, Romy started to suck my cock again. Just as I was about to cum, she stopped. She did this a couple of times. I was desperate to cum. Next time when she took my cock in her mouth, I shouted, 'Y...HES, ROMY GO ON. DON'T STOP. I AM ABOUT TO CUM,' and held her head so that she does not remove it at the last moment. 'OH, IT FEELS GREAT. PLEASE GO ON,' I screamed with pleasure. She sucked my cock more vigorously. It really felt great. 'Y...HES ROMY, SUCK HARDER. GO ON. DON'T STOP. I AM ABOUT TO CUM. OH, OH MY GOD I AMMM COOOMMMMINNNG,' I screamed, spurting my cum into her mouth. I came and I came. Romy made a valiant effort to swallow my cum as fast as I shot it into her mouth, but could not keep pace. Some of my jism rolled down her chin, and some fell on my stomach. I lay gasping for air. It was the mother of all orgasms.. 'Thank you, Romy, you were tremendous. I have never cum like this before,' I said, kissing her.'Thank you,' she panted and, lying down on the bed, added, 'now you eat my choot.' For the first time, I looked at her naked body carefully. Her small, perky tits were firm with practically no sag. The nipples were hard and taut. She had no hair on her cunt, and the clit was swollen in anticipation of what was to follow. Separating her lower lips with both my hands, I began to lick. 'Oh, it feels so good,' she moaned. I continued. After a few minutes, I took her clit in my mouth and pressed it between my lips. 'OH, BABU,' she yelped, jumping six inches off the bed. She placed her hands on my head, raising her bottom and pressing her choot against my mouth. I continued to suck her clit. She kept repeating, 'Oh, Babu. Oh, Babu,' and moved up and down in a fucking motion. I lifted her legs and rimmed her cunt with my tongue. 'OOOOOOOO,' she screamed. 'AGHHRR,' she yelped loudly as I inserted my tongue in her choot and started to tongue-fuck her. After a few minutes, she shouted, 'BABU, STOP. I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. FUCK ME. BABU, FUCK ME,' pulling me upwards by my hair. I got on top of her and rubbed my cock in her slit. 'BABU, DON'T WASTE TIME, FUCK ME,' she screamed, bucking her hips from below. 'I will, first you promise you will grant me a wish,' I said, continuing to tease her choot with my cock. 'YES, ANYTHING YOU SAY. I PROMISE. NOW FUCK ME,' she yelled. Having got what I wanted, I rammed my cock into her gaping hole and started the fucking motion. 'OOWWW,' she screamed, 'gosh, you are big. I feel like a virgin again.' After I had humped her for a few minutes, she came, sighing loudly, 'AAAHHHH.' 'Romy, have you cum already?' I asked. 'Y...es. Get off and lie down,' she panted, 'I'll fuck you now.' She got up on top and positioned her pussy just inches above my cock. She then reached down, grabbed my cock at the base, pulling it straight up, and lowered herself down. As my cock went up inside her very wet, hot pussy, I could feel the muscles working inside her cunt. She was milking me from the inside. After Seema, she was the second woman who could do this. Romy then began a slow up and down ride on my cock. Not before too long, she, throwing her head back, commenced to ride me at a gallop. 'OH BABU! I AM NEARLY THERE. OHHH BAAAAABBBBUUUUUU,' she screamed, and, breathing hard, collapsed on me. Just then, I also erupted and filled her cunt with my spunk. After she had rolled off, we both fell asleep. After some time, I woke up with a hard-on. Romy was lying on her side, fast asleep. I pushed her so that she lay on her stomach. I spread her ass cheeks. Her asshole looked quite loose. It seemed that her boyfriend, Amit, was fond of humping her asshole. I decided to fuck her asshole. My wish was to let me fuck her in her asshole anyway. I ran to the kitchen, naked, as there was nobody else in the house, to fetch some oil. First, I applied it on my erection and then began to oil her back entrance. 'Mmmmm, what are you doing?' she murmured, still half asleep. 'Applying oil on your asshole,' I replied, pushing one finger up her asshole and rotating it. 'OOOoo, it feels good,' she moaned, 'Why are you doing this?' 'Because I am going to fuck you in the ass,' I said, getting on top of her and placing my cock on her rear door. She was wide-awake now. 'WHAT! STOP! BABU, NOT IN MY AAAAAYYYYYIIIIIIIEEEEEE,' she screamed as half my cock entered her backside. 'BABU, APNA LAURDA MERI GAAND MAIN SE NIKALO. BAHUT DARD HO RAHI HAI (BABU, TAKE YOUR COCK OUT OF MY ASSHOLE. IT IS HURTING VERY MUCH),' she shouted. 'You are shouting as if it is the first time that you have had a cock up your asshole,' I said, pushing my cock in to the hilt. 'YES, IT IS MY FIRST TIME,' she yelled. 'Doesn't Amit screw you in your butt?' I asked, surprised. 'He wants to, but I won't let him,' she groaned. 'Wow! What luck, a virgin asshole. We might as well enjoy ourselves as I am already inside it,' I said, starting the fuck motion. At first, she protested, but when she saw that I was bent upon fucking her asshole, she stopped. Soon, her groans turned into moans. By the time I came in her asshole, her uff's had turned into oh's and her oh's had turned into ah's. 'Amit was right. I enjoyed it,' she said, when we had finished, 'Do you fuck all the girls in their asshole?' 'My motto is: Choot chudwayi hai tau gaand bhi marwani pardegi (If you have let me fuck your cunt, then I must fuck your asshole also),' I laughed. 'Did you fuck Kiran's asshole? I don't think she ever mentioned it,' she asked. 'No, I did not, but would have, eventually,' I said, truthfully. I didn't think it was necessary to tell her that when I had fucked Kiran, I did not know that one-fucked girls in their asshole also. 'When do I see you again?' I asked as I was leaving. 'I would love to meet you again, but I'd rather not,' she said, 'Amit's divorce will be final next week, and we plan to get married soon thereafter. I don't want to do anything that would jeopardize this,' she said. 'I understand. On your wedding gift, you can offer your asshole to Amit, provided he eats your pussy,' I laughed. 'Yeah, I was thinking the same, specially when I know I would enjoy both,' she giggled. After bidding her goodbye, I left.

Part 8

Authors/SAHEBJI/BAM WHAM THANK YOU MA'AM 8.txt

Sahebji

IT HAPPENED IN KHATMANDU

'Theek hai, lakin apna lund dheere se meri gaand mein guserdna, kyonki woh bahut mota hai (All right, but insert your cock gently in my asshole because it is very thick).' 'Of course,' I said. She got into the gaand fuck position. I applied vaseline on her asshole. Then, placing my cock on her back door, I lunged forward. 'AAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIEEEEEEEE,' she screamed as my cock was buried to the hilt inside her butt. 'SAHEBJI, I SAID GENTLY,' she groaned. 'Why gently? Your gaand is very experienced,' I laughed and commenced to fuck her. After five minutes or so, she screamed, 'SAHEBJI, FUCK ME FASTER AND HARDER. Y...HESSS RUB MY CHOOT. OH OHHH Y...HESSSSSSSSSS,' and came. A few strokes later, I spurted my seed in her asshole. I lit a cigarette, and she lay playing with my tool. Suddenly, she looked at her watch. 'Oh my God! It is nearly six. I must go. The girls will be back soon,' she exclaimed. When she was leaving, kissing me, she said, 'Doctor, you have a formidable thermometer. My fever is gone.' 'Ma'am, whenever you feel feverish again, just drop in. My thermometer is at your disposal,' I replied in the same vein. Sunday, 21st May (EXCERPTS FROM SHAZIA'S DIARY): Dear diary, When we entered our room on return from Pashupatinath Temple, khala was sitting in front of the dressing table, combing her hair and humming a tune. Nusrat and I looked at each other and smiled. 'Khala, how are you now?' Saira inquired. 'I'm feeling fine. I have slept all day and just finished having a shower. How was your trip?' she said. Saira went into a long explanation. While Saira was describing our trip, I whispered to Nusrat, 'Lagta hai Sahebji ne khala ko dono taraf se bahut choda (It seems Sahebji has fucked her several times from both sides).' 'Tera matlab hai Sahebji ne khala ki gaand bhi maari hai? (You mean to say that Sahebji has fucked her also in her asshole?)' Nusrat asked. 'Sahebji fucks not only us but everyone in their asshole,' I said. 'What are you two whispering about?' Khala asked. 'We were just saying how rested and relaxed you look,' I said. 'Yes, my dear. I really required this rest. It is like it has rejuvenated me,' khala smiled. While eating dinner, I asked, winking at Nusrat, 'Khala, may I have a glass of wine?' 'Of course, what about you two? Shazia, order one glass for me also,' she replied, still lost in her own world. I looked meaningfully at Nusrat. When we were halfway through our meal, Sahebji dropped in. 'Sahebji, take a chair and have dinner with us,' khala said. 'No, thank you. I'm in a hurry. I stopped by only to confirm tomorrow's program. Is it still on?' Sahebji said. 'Of course, we are looking forward to it,' khala replied. 'Okay. We'll leave around ten. Please be ready,' he said and, waving good night, went off. When we were in bed, I asked Nusrat, 'What do you say? Has she been fucked silly or not?' 'I think so, otherwise she would not have never permitted us to drink two glasses of wine,' Nusrat giggled. 'Three down, one more to go,' I giggled. 'One more? You mean Saira? She will never surrender her virginity to Sahebji. I have heard her say on many occasions that her cherry is the property of her husband-to-be, and she'll save it for him,' Nusrat whispered back. 'One doesn't know what will happen. Just think, first I ask a person I'd just met to fuck me. Then you let him deflower you, and now he has fucked khala also. I say there is something in the air here,' I whispered. 'Strange, isn't it?' Nusrat said, 'but I don't think Saira will let Sahebji pop her cherry.' 'We'll see,' I said and decided to keep an eye on Saira. Monday, 22nd May: Shazia and Nusrat came to my suite in the morning. After I fucked them once each, Shazia said, 'Sahebji, did you fuck khala yesterday?' 'Did you like her choot?' Nusrat giggled. I did not like to kiss and tell. Therefore, I said, 'Kissne kaha ki maine khala ko choda hai (Who said that I have fucked khala?)' 'No one, it is our guess,' Shazia said hesitatingly. 'Didn't khala stay back to get her cunt plugged by your big cock?' Nusrat asked. 'Let me ask you something. If Khala, Saira or, for that matter, a stranger asks me if I had fucked you two, then I should tell them?' I said. 'Of course not,' Shazia shot back. 'No, definitely not. Khala would kill us,' Nusrat exclaimed. 'Then let us worry about our own choot, not others,' I said, 'who is next?' After I fucked them once each, they left. We all met at breakfast. The hotel had packed a lunch hamper for us. I had rented a car. We loaded the lunch hamper in the car and drove off. We were all in a good mood, especially the girls. They told jokes and anecdotes. Laughing and singing, we reached our destination in about ninety minutes. When we arrived, there were two cars already parked there. 'Ladies, we are here,' I said. 'Where is the grand view you promised?' Shazia asked. 'Yeah, I can't see any mountains,' Nusrat giggled. 'You have to climb to the top of this hill to see the view,' I explained. 'How mean? You didn't tell us that we'll have to climb a mountain,' Saira said. 'You have heard the saying, "no gain without pain," and it is a hill, not a mountain. I assure you, when you reach the top, then you'll be rewarded by the most fantastic view,' I said. 'How long will we have to climb?' Shazia asked. 'I guess about one hour and thirty minutes,' I said. 'Come on, girls, let us start,' khala said. 'What about our lunch basket?' Nusrat asked. 'If one of you helps me carry the basket, then we can picnic on the top; otherwise, we eat when we come down,' I said. 'We'll eat on the top,' they decided. 'Okay, we'll carry it together. You hold one end by turns, and I'll hold the other,' I said. When we were halfway up, Saira twisted her ankle. With the help of Nusrat, she hobbled to a shady spot under a tree and sat down. 'I can't walk any more,' she wailed with tears in her eyes. 'You three go, and I'll stay behind and keep poor Saira company,' khala said. 'Khala, if you permit, I'll stay with Saira. I have seen the view before, and you haven't. It is really worth seeing,' I said. Khala started to protest, but Shazia cut her short, saying, 'Sahebji is right. Let him stay with Saira. You yourself said that he won't eat her. Saira is a big girl. She can take care of herself.' Saira blushed. 'I didn't mean it that way,' khala protested. 'Nor did I,' Shazia said. 'We'll leave the lunch basket here and eat lunch when we come back.' 'Don't you dare eat our share of the lunch,' Nusrat laughed. 'Is it hurting a lot?' I asked when they had left. 'Yes, Sahebji, I can hardly bear it. Look, it has started to swell,' Saira replied. 'Oh, that reminds me,' I said and, on searching my pockets, found the bottle of Arnica 30, a homeopathic medicine. 'Here, eat these,' I said, measuring and counting out six pills. 'What is this?' Saira asked. 'They are magic pills. They will mitigate the pain, and your ankle won't swell,' I said. 'How do I take them? With water?' Saira asked. 'No, just put them in your mouth, and they will melt on their own,' I said. 'Oh, they are sweet,' Saira said. After ten minutes, I asked, 'How is the pain?' 'It is better,' she conceded. 'I told you. They are magic pills. I always carry them with me on holidays,' I said. 'Thank you, Sahebji, thank you. I already had visions of spending the rest of the holidays in bed,' she said, extending her hand. I took her hand in mine and said, 'In our family, there is a traditional way to thank a friend.' 'What is your family's traditional way to thank a friend?' she asked innocently. I bent forward and kissed her tenderly on her lips. 'Why did you kiss me?' she asked without moving away. 'I didn't kiss you. I only showed you our family's way to thank a friend,' I smiled. 'You are a bad man,' she laughed. Encouraged by the fact that she did not create a scene, I gathered her in my arms and kissed her again. At first, she struggled a little, but then she melted in my arms and kissed me back. When the kiss broke, she panted, 'Why did you kiss me now?' 'You won't be angry if I tell you,' I said. She shook her head. 'Saira, you are so beautiful. I wanted to kiss you the moment I laid eyes on you,' I said. 'You flatterer, you say this to every woman you meet."You said the same thing to khala the other night," she replied with a twinkle in her eyes. "You know that I meant you, not khala," I said. "Yes, I know," she giggled. "Take one more dose of the magic pills, and I guarantee that by tomorrow your ankle will be as good as new," I said. "Really! If it happens, then I'll give you anything you want," she said. Unconsciously, she placed her hands in front of her choot as if to protect it should I ask her for it. "What would you like?" she said. I looked towards her cunt. She blushed prettily and waited for my answer with increasing nervousness. "I would like you to take a walk with me alone," I said. She sighed in relief, and her naughty smile was back on her lips. "Okay, wish granted," she giggled. "Thank you," I said. "That is no way to thank me. Won't you thank me the traditional way?" she said, pouting her lips and raising her face. "Of course, I will," I replied, and gathering her in my arms, kissed her passionately. She kissed me back with the same fervor. "Oh SSji," she moaned when the kiss broke. "SSji?" I said, raising my eyebrow. "It is a short form of Saheb Sahebji. I think of you as SSji. I hope you don't mind my," she said, blushing. "Not at all," I replied, kissing her again. Now I kissed Saira when I wanted without any objection from her. Once, while kissing her, I squeezed her shapely breasts. Immediately, she caught my hand and broke the kiss. "Aapne meri chuchi kyon dabayi? (Why did you press my boobs?)" she asked with a hurt look. "I was only doing what I was told," I said with a straight face. "Doing as you were told? I never said you could squeeze my titties?" she said, getting angry. "No, you didn't, but they did," I said, pointing to her boobs, "since we met, they are saying to me, 'We are so pretty and well-shaped, why don't you squeeze us. Yes, Sahebji, go ahead, we would like that,' so not wanting to insult them, I pressed your boobs," I grinned. "You are a bad man," Saira laughed, then suddenly becoming serious, added, "SSji, please don't. I would like to think of you as a good friend." After this, I kissed her only and resisted the temptation to touch her boobs. Once, when we were kissing, we heard a loud 'AHEM'. Breaking the kiss, we turned around and saw Shazia watching us. "Sorry, I made you break your kiss," Shazia laughed. "We were not kissing," Saira replied with feigned indignation, "something had fallen in my eye, and SS... I mean, Sahebji was taking it out." "Likely story," Shazia giggled, "if you like, you may kiss him again. Sorry, I should have said let him take out 'something from your eye' before the others come. I'll look the other way." Saira blushed and looked away. A few minutes later, khala and Nusrat joined us. "How was the view?" I asked, unpacking the lunch hamper. "It was breathtaking. I haven't seen such a grand view before," khala said. "Were you able to see the Mount Everest?" I asked. "Unfortunately, no. It was covered with clouds," Nusrat said. "Pity, I thought that you may see it today because it is a clear day," I said. "Never mind, but what we saw was magnificent," Shazia said. During lunch, khala, Shazia, and Nusrat talked only of the view of the Himalayan range, and Saira maintained an embarrassed silence. Shazia and I tried to involve her in our talks, but she replied in monosyllables. After lunch, we prepared to leave. "Khala, if you can manage the hamper, I'll help Saira down?" I said. "Don't worry, we'll manage. You look after Saira," khala replied. I put my arm around Saira and lifted her on her feet. She could not put weight on her ankle but sort of hopped with my support. "You go ahead. We'll follow at a much slower pace," I said. Khala and Nusrat started the descent, carrying the hamper between them. "Kiss as much as you like. I won't look back," Shazia giggled and hurried off after them. Poor Saira, she turned beet root red at her suggestion. "Don't mind her. She is just pulling your leg," I said, kissing her. Our progress was slow. Every now and then, I would kiss Saira. "Please SSji, they will see us," Saira protested. "They won't. They are too busy talking," I said, kissing her again. Every few minutes, I had to renew my grip on Saira because she kept slipping. Once, when she slipped, I grabbed her breasts. "SSJI, DON'T!" Saira protested loudly. "Shh, they'll hear," I said, squeezing her boobs, "this way, I'll have something to hold on to, and you wouldn't keep slipping." "You are a bad man," Saira laughed and let my hand be. Now I could squeeze her breasts when I wanted. I kept kissing her and pressing her boobs at regular intervals. We soon arrived at the bottom of the hill and, after loading the car, drove back to the hotel. I helped Saira to her room. "Take six pills every four hours," I said, giving her the bottle, "I'll see if I have an ointment for applying on the ankle." I went up to the suite and, after locating the ointment, I returned to their room. "Khala, rub this ointment on her ankle every four hours," I said to her, "Saira's ankle will be as good as new by tomorrow." Khala started to apply the ointment on Saira's ankle, and I returned to my room. Ten minutes later, the bell rang. Khala was at the door. "Good that you have come," I said, letting her in, "I was getting bored." "Let us fuck. I don't have much time. I must return soon," she said, undressing. "How did you manage to get away?" I asked, joining her in bed. "I told them I am going down to the coffee shop," khala said, "mujhe phata phat chodo mere pas time nahin hai (Fuck me quickly. I don't have much time)." After a most satisfying fuck, I asked, lighting a cigarette, "What are the others doing?" "Saira is in bed nursing her ankle. Shazia and Nusrat are asleep. Poor girls, they were very tired. You know that they get up very early to go jogging," khala said, "I must leave now," and got up. "Khala, ruko. Mujhe ek baari aur chodene do phir chali jaana (Khala, wait. Let me fuck you one more time, then you can go)," I said. "Apna lund zaldi se kharda karo nahin tau main ja rahi hoon (Make your cock hard quickly, otherwise I am going)," khala said. "Sweetheart, what's the hurry?" I said, pulling her back into bed, "Let me finish my cigarette first." After I had banged her the second time, she left. When I was eating dinner, I saw Shazia and Nusrat enter the dining room. I waved to them to join me. They came and settled down. "Where are the other two?" I asked. "Saira is in bed, and khala didn't want to leave her alone, therefore she is eating in the room." "Is Saira feeling any better?" I asked. "Thanks to your magic pills, she is much better. Now she can hobble around in the room," Shazia said. "I think she'll be okay by tomorrow," Nusrat said, "Sahebji, may we have some wine?" "Sure, but within reason," I said. "What is your program tomorrow?" I asked when we had finished our meal. "We haven't decided yet, but one program is certain," Nusrat giggled. "Which is?" I inquired innocently. "That we'll go jogging in the morning," Shazia laughed. "I'll look forward to it," I replied. Tuesday, 23rd May: The next morning, Shazia and Nusrat came as promised. I fucked them two times each, then they left. On the way to breakfast, I stopped in the girls' room. Saira was limping around the room. "How is the patient?" I asked. "I am feeling much better," Saira said, "I'll be fit by evening." "Aren't you coming down for breakfast?" I asked. "No, I'll eat here," Saira said. "Where are the others?" I said, taking her in my arms. "Not here. Khala is in the bathroom. She can come out any time," she said, freeing herself from my arms. "Meet me by the bookshop at six in the evening," I whispered. She nodded. Just then, khala emerged from the bathroom. "Hello Sahebji, what are you doing here?" she asked. "I stopped by to ask how the patient is doing," I replied. "She is fine," khala said. Then I took my leave. When I entered the dining room, I spotted Shazia and Nusrat. I joined them. I didn't see any of them the whole morning. In the afternoon, khala came to my room for her daily cum shot. "How is Saira?" I asked. "Thanks to your magic pills, she is jumping around like a young gazelle," khala giggled. At six, I met Saira. We went for a walk through the exotic flora. The hotel had provided pathways through them for the guests to walk on and admire these beauties of nature. In the next half an hour, we walked so deep inside that no one was in sight. I led her off the path, and I took her in my arms. She raised her face and closed her eyes. I placed my lips on her lips. Then, pulling her to me, I started to kiss her passionately. Surprised at the intensity of my passion, she struggled to free herself from my grip, but after a few seconds, her body melted against mine. Her mouth opened, and our tongues fought the battle of the tongues. With one arm, I held her tightly against my body, and with the other hand, I pressed her bottoms to my crotch, rubbing my hard-on against her choot (cunt). After several minutes, when we came up for air, we were gasping for air. She made no effort to withdraw herself from my arms. I again kissed her, but this time tenderly. She sighed audibly. With my free hand, I squeezed her beautiful breasts. "Oh SSji," she moaned. I kept kissing her and kneading her breasts. "Saira, I want you. I have wanted you from the minute I saw you. Please, darling, say you'll be mine," I panted. "Oh SSji, I love you. I've loved you from the moment you came to our table and presented the rose to khala, but looked at me," Saira moaned. We kissed again passionately, rubbing our crotches against each other. "Please SSji, stop. I am so aroused that you'll make me lose control and fu..." she said but stopped midway, blushing and lowering her eyes in embarrassment. "Oh, darling, me too. Let us go deeper.""No one will see us," I said, trying to lead her deeper into the foliage. "Sahebji, listen to me. I've not done this sort of thing before. I'm a virgin. In my dreams, my lover takes me for the first time in bed. He takes me in his arms and kisses me. Then he undresses me, kissing and caressing every part of my body and so on. Sahebji, I want to cherish the occasion and not lose my virginity behind a bush, half-dressed and half-undressed, like a teenager in a hurry," Saira said. "I respect your wishes," I said, hiding my disappointment, "as I can't come to your room for obvious reasons. Promise that you'll come to my room tonight." "I promise that I'll come to your room tonight if I can. Sahebji, I assure you that I am as keen to sleep with you as you are with me," Saira replied. At dinner, Saira was very quiet. She participated in the conversation in monosyllables. I watched her covertly. She would look at me when she thought nobody saw her, and suddenly smile. Then she would blush and lower her eyes. Her behavior augured well. I showered and shaved after dinner. Then I lay in bed waiting for Saira. Tuesday, 23rd May (EXCERPTS FROM SHAZIA'S DIARY): After dinner, we came back to our room. We changed and got into bed. "Good night, girls. I am going to sleep," khala said, and turned over. A few minutes later, she was fast asleep. Soon, Nusrat said good night and went to sleep. Saira sat in bed reading. Half an hour went by, and Saira continued to read. "I can't pinpoint it, but my nose tells me that something is going on," I thought. "Normally, Saira sleeps by ten, but today, at eleven, she is wide awake." "Saira, aren't you going to sleep today?" I asked. "Yes, but a little later. I want to finish this book, which I have borrowed from the hotel library, before we leave," she said. I slid deeper into bed and continued to watch her with half-closed eyes. Ten minutes later, she yawned, switched off her reading light, and lay down to sleep. Five minutes later, I could hear her breathing regularly. I watched her for ten minutes more, then closed my eyes. Wednesday, 24th May: Shazia and Nusrat came in the morning. We had sex, and they left. At breakfast, I cornered Saira. "Why didn't you come? I waited till one o'clock for you," I said. "Sahebji, I promise I tried. Shazia just wouldn't go to sleep. At 11:30, I lay down and pretended to sleep. Unfortunately, I fell asleep," Saira said. "Never mind," I said soothingly, "try to come tonight." In the afternoon, khala came to my room. We had sex, and she left satisfied. I waited for Saira, but she did not come tonight either. Thursday, 25th May and Friday, 26th May: I had sex with Shazia and Nusrat in the morning, and khala got her cum shots when she visited me in the afternoon. I waited for Saira to come, but she didn't come. Her reason was that someone was awake. Saturday, 27th May: Shazia and Nusrat came in the morning. I was so frustrated with Saira that I fucked them both very hard in their assholes. "Sahebji, are you angry with us?" Shazia said with tears in her eyes. "No, my dear, why do you ask?" I said. "Because you've never fucked me so hard before," she said, rubbing her bum. "Sahebji, you have fucked my asshole so hard that it is swollen," Nusrat said, breaking into tears, "I won't be able to sit or shit for days." "Don't cry, I am sorry," I said, kissing them, "I was feeling very horny, that's why." "We forgive you, but never fuck us so hard again, especially in our asshole," they replied and left, rubbing their bums. When I went down for breakfast, I saw Saira near the bookshop. "Why didn't you come last night?" I asked, hiding my disappointment. "Because of the same old reason. Shazia or Nusrat is awake, and I fall asleep," Saira said, begging forgiveness. "I can't understand this. They get up so early to go jogging. Are they not tired at night?" I asked. "Because they sleep in the afternoon," Saira replied. "Okay, if I keep them awake in the afternoon, then you think you'll have a better chance to come over?" I asked. "Yes, definitely," Saira replied. "If you don't come tonight, then we'll have no choice but to go behind the bushes," I said. "Please, Sahebji, I tried," Saira said. "Do you know what I am going through night after night?" I asked. "Okay, give me one more chance. If I don't come to your room tonight, then I'll do whatever you say," Saira said. "Let us go for breakfast," I said. "You go. I've already eaten," she said. When I entered the dining room, I saw only Shazia and Nusrat. "Where are the others?" I said, sitting down. "Khala has gone to see the Reservation Manager, and Saira must be outside somewhere," Shazia said. "Is something wrong? Can I help?" I asked. "I don't think so...there is khala. She'll tell you," Nusrat said. Khala sat down and shook her head, "Sorry, girls, they have absolutely no vacancy. I think it's time that we start packing." Just then, Saira joined us. "Was the Reservation Manager of any help?" Saira asked. "No, we'll have to leave as scheduled," khala said. "Khala, what is the problem?" I asked. "As we were having a great time, we decided to extend our holiday," khala said, "I talked to their families, and they also agreed, but the hotel is fully booked. Now we'll be leaving tomorrow." "I've a room, but are you prepared to stay there?" I asked. Khala's face became beetroot red. The three girls giggled at her embarrassment. "Sahebji, what are you saying? How can I share a room with you?" she said, blushing. "I didn't mean that you share my room. The suite has two rooms. I am in one room, and the other one is empty. Are the girls and you willing to sleep there?" I said, chuckling. "Of course, we'll be too happy. Won't we, girls?" khala said. "Yeah," the girls agreed. "Khala, what are we waiting for? Let's go," I said, pushing back my chair. "Where are you going? The office of the Reservation Manager is this way," khala said, pointing to the opposite direction. "Let's meet the General Manager. I know him," I said, guiding her to Mr. Thapa's office. "Good morning, Mr. Sahebji. Hope you are enjoying your stay here?" Mr. Thapa said, shaking my hand. "Do you know..." I started to say but stopped as I did not know khala's name. "Of course, I know Mrs. Abbas. She is staying here with her beautiful nieces. Madam, how are you?" Mr. Thapa said. "We have...that is, Mrs. Abbas has a small problem," I said. "Tell me, that's why I am here," Mr. Thapa said. I explained the problem. I also told him that we had talked to the Reservation Manager, but he said you were fully booked. "Let me talk to him," Mr. Thapa said, picking up the receiver. He talked to him for ten minutes in the local language. "I am sorry, Mrs. Abbas, we are fully booked. Normally, we keep a few rooms for our regular customers, but they are also not available. Sorry, ma'am," Mr. Thapa said apologetically. "May I suggest a solution?" I said and proceeded to elaborate. "I'm willing to pay," khala said. "Very irregular. We have never done it, but in this case, I'll have to check with Mr. Rana," Mr. Thapa said, "I'll let you know in an hour." On the way back, I said, "I think Mr. Rana will agree." "Thanks to you," khala said. "If the girls are in the other room, then how will we have sex?" I asked with a naughty smile. "You don't know me. I'm very resourceful. I'll find a way," she laughed. Catching Shazia and Nusrat alone, I said, "If the hotel management agrees, then how will we have sex?" "We'll find a way, but think what will happen if they don't agree?" Shazia laughed. "You tell me," I said. "If the hotel doesn't agree, then you'll be here, and we'll be in Lahore. Your cock is long, but also not so long that it can fuck us in Lahore from here. Isn't it so?" Shazia giggled. I nodded. "If your cock was so long, then there would be no need to fuck khala, and you could fuck my mother. Am I right?" Shazia said. "Right," I said. "So you confess that you have fucked khala," both girls said, jumping and clapping. "Nothing of that sort. You didn't answer my question," I said. "What's wrong with early morning? We'll go jogging here also," Nusrat replied. "They didn't see anything wrong, but I did. I was planning to fuck Saira. Well, I'll have to get Saira out of my room before they come," I thought. An hour later, Mr. Thapa confirmed that it was all right, provided they pay $40 per day for the extra beds, which they were already paying, and they shift today, not tomorrow. This arrangement was valid until I checked out, i.e., on the following Sunday. The ladies spent all afternoon shifting their luggage. When they had settled down in their new room, I said, "This calls for a celebration." We went to the Himalayan Club for dinner and dance. During dinner, Shazia and Nusrat kept yawning. "I am very tired. Shazia, I won't be able to get up in time to go jogging," Nusrat said, suppressing a yawn. "I think I'll pass too," Shazia said, looking meaningfully at me, "I'm also fagged out." While dancing with Saira, I told her that she wouldn't get a better opportunity than this. She promised that, come what may, she would come to my room that night. We broke up early as everyone was tired. I switched off all the lights and left my bedside lamp on. I waited anxiously for Saira. I looked at my watch. It was 10:30.She should be coming now. Then I heard a door slam followed by pin-drop silence. After ten minutes, I heard a soft knock on my door. I jumped out of bed and opened the door. Saira, dressed in a nightshirt, was standing outside. 'I've come,' she said, blushing shyly. 'Thank you, darling. Don't stand in the doorway, come in,' I said, ushering her into the room. Then, gathering her in my arms, I kissed her passionately. Our tongues met in the battle of love. When the kiss broke, 'What was that noise?' I asked. 'In my hurry to come to you, I slammed the door shut. Immediately, I realized that the noise could have woken someone. Therefore, I entered the room again and got into my bed. When no one stirred for ten minutes, I thought it was safe and came to you,' Saira said. 'That was very clever of you, my dear,' I said, leading her to the bed. I kissed her again and pulled off her nightshirt amid mild protests from her. I laid her on the bed and looked at her naked body. Immediately, she covered her cunt with her hands. 'Please, darling, remove your hands. I've been waiting to look at your beautiful body since days,' I said. At first, she hesitated, then slowly removed her hands. At last, Saira, the delicate virgin, lay naked before my eyes. Her eyes were tightly shut with her arm across them. The hard nipples of her shapely breasts were pointing towards the ceiling. Her breasts were heaving up and down with the excitement of the unknown. Her thighs were pressed together. The lips of her cunt, untouched by man, were sticking to each other. Even in the dim light of the bedside lamp, I could see her clit, hard and erect, was just peeping through her neatly clipped pubic hair. 'Sahebji, please, it is cold,' she said. 'Sorry, darling, I got lost in your beauty,' I said, getting in bed by her side and taking her in my arms, kissing her passionately. While kissing her, I ran my fingers between her cunt lips. Her legs widened automatically. I kissed her on her lips, nibbled her ear, and then suckled her erect tit nipples. She kept moaning, 'Oh Sahebji' 'Oh Sahebji'. I moved lower towards her cunt, kissing and licking her beautiful body. On the way, I paused briefly to rotate my tongue in her navel. On reaching her cunt, I licked her swollen cunt lips. 'Don't, Sahebji,' she moaned, closing her thighs. I continued to lick her pussy. After a few minutes, she sighed loudly, 'OH SAHEBJI,' and widened her legs. I separated her cunt lips and licked up and down between them, paying special attention to her clit. Each time I touched her clit with my tongue, her bottom bucked, and she screamed, 'OH SAHEBJI.' After licking her slit several times, I caught her clit between my lips and pressed it. 'Sahebji, stop. You will make me cum,' she yelled. Undeterred, I continued to suck her clit. 'KHUDA KE WASTE RUK JAO SAHEBJI. Oh OHHH MERI BUUUR JHAAARRRDDD GAAAYYYIIIIIII (FOR GOD'S SAKE, SAHEBJI, STOP). OH OHHH I AMMM CUUMMMIIIINNNNGGGGG,' she screamed and released a warm flow. I licked the cum of her virgin choot with relish. I raised her legs and saw her choot hole. It was very small. 'I'll enjoy making it bigger,' I thought, rimming it lightly. 'HAI ALLAH! AB AAP KYA KAR RAHE HAIN? (OH GOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW?)' she shouted, trying to move her cunt away. I held her tightly and fucked her small, unopened choot hole with the tip of my tongue. She came again. I continued until she came two more times. My poor lund (cock) had been completely ignored in the above proceedings. It was time for it to "get into the middle of things". I pushed down my pajamas, releasing my raging rock-hard lund (cock). Poor fellow was all sticky with pre-cum. Then I pulled myself up and, lifting her legs, pressed her knees to her breasts and lay on top of her. As I placed my cock at the entrance of her wet choot, poised to take her virginity, she shouted, 'Sahebji, wait, I am so scared.' 'There is nothing to be afraid of. It will hurt a little at first, then you'll experience only pleasure,' I replied, rubbing my hard cock up and down her slippery slit. 'Oh, it feels so good,' she said, 'Kya aap apna laurda meri bur per ruggerd rahe hain? (Are you rubbing your cock on my cunt?)' 'Yes, it is my cock,' I said, taking her hand and placing it on my raging hard-on. She felt all over it and said nervously, 'Sahebji, yeh tau bahut bara aur mota hai kya yeh meri chotti si bur main guss jaayega (Sahebji, it is very large and thick. Will it enter my small cunt hole?)' 'Darling, relax, it is my headache,' I said, pressing my cock into her choot. The head slipped easily into her cum-lubricated kori choot. 'OOOHHH,' she groaned. I moved my lund in and out of her phuddi (cunt), making slow progress. Her choot was very tight. Soon, her hymen, the sentinel of her virginity, stopped my progress. I did not try to break through it but continued the to-and-fro motion. Saira started to feel the pleasure coming over her and started to moan. The time was now ripe to shatter her virginity. I gathered her firmly in my arms and, pulling my cock back a little, I lunged into her. 'AAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIIEEEEEE, UUUUUIIIII AMMA BAHUT DARD HO RAHA HAI. HAI ALLAH, MAIN MAR JAUINGI OOHH AHHH (AAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIIEEEEEE, UUUUUIIIII AMMA IT IS HURTING. GOD, I WILL DIE. OOHH AHHH),' she screamed, as my lund tearing through her hymen was half engulfed in her tight passage of bliss. I ignored her screams and commenced to move my lund in and out of her tight love tunnel till my lund was buried in her to the hilt, and our pubic hair inter-mingled with each other. When my cock was fully inside her, I moved very slowly to let her get used to my cock. I looked at her. Saira was lying with her mouth and eyes wide open. Tears were flowing down the side of her eyes, and she was groaning with pain. 'Bahut dard hui? (Did it hurt a lot?)' I asked. She nodded. 'It won't hurt any more. The painful part is over. Now you'll feel pleasure only,' I said, assuring her and tenderly kissing her tears away. I recommenced my in-and-out movement. 'OHHH,' Saira groaned, as my lund rubbed against the torn edges of her virginity. But her 'oh's soon turned into 'ah's, and 'ah's into 'AAHH's. I pulled my cock back to the tip of her choot and slowly inserted it back. Sometimes I gave quick, short strokes, and sometimes long, slow ones. I kept varying the length and the pace of my strokes. Her choot was so tight that I found the in-and-out motion difficult. It was not long before her hips started to move in rhythm with the in-and-out movement of my cock. Suddenly, Saira clutched me and pressed me hard to her body. Her hips moved in a feverish motion. A wild look came into her eyes. I knew she was very close to coming. She began to gasp, then to moan. She arched her back and thrust her head back, her eyes clinched tightly close. 'OH OHH SAHEBJI. FASTER, FUCK ME FASTER. OH GOD Y...HES, FUCK ME HARDER. Y...HES Y...HESSSS I AAAMMM CCOOOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGG,' she screamed and fell back, gasping for breath. Without missing a stroke, I continued the fuck motion. Soon, she was on the boil again. Her bottom started to move in rhythm with my strokes. 'OH MY GOD. I AMM ABOOUT TOO CUMMM AGAAAIINNN,' she screamed, moving her hips in a fuck motion. I was also not far away. I felt my sperm rising. I began to thrust viciously into her, ramming her so hard that her tits rolled back and forth. We were both trembling and shuddering, our breaths coming in gasps. 'Y...HESSS Y...HESSS FASTER HARDER OH OHHH I AMM CUUUMMINNNG OH Y...HES ESSSS ESSSSS JJJIIIIIII,' she yelled and fell back, gasping for breath. A few strokes later, I spurted my seed in her choot for the first time. Gradually, our motions slowed, and we continued to moan softly. We both opened our eyes. Our lips drew together, and we kissed a long, tender kiss. Soon, my laurda became soft and flopped out of her heavenly fuck tube. She lay with her legs apart. A mix of our-cum, streaked with the blood of her shattered virginity, oozed out of her choot. She confessed that she had never creamed so hard and for so long before. Apparently, she had had the 'mother of all orgasms'. We lay kissing and fondling each other. When I was hard again, I asked her, 'Want to fuck again?' 'Oh Yes,' she said, getting on her back and spreading her legs. It took twenty minutes of in-and-out motion before I deposited my load in her cum-thirsty cunt. In this time, Saira came at least six or seven times. 'Sahebji, it was lovely,' she panted, 'Can I do something that would give you pleasure?' 'Yes, you could suck my cock,' I replied. 'Your cock is dirty,' she said, taking my limp cock, bathed in our cum, in her hand. 'I did not ask you to give me pleasure. It was your idea,' I said, shrugging, feigning disappointment. 'No, I'll do it,' she said and started to suck my lifeless cock. Slowly, my cock started to grow. Suddenly, she stopped. 'What do I do if you cum?' she asked. 'Quite simple. Swallow it,' I replied. 'S...S...Swallow your cum?' she stuttered. 'It is up to you. It was your idea to give me pleasure,' I replied, shrugging. She thought for a few seconds. 'Okay,' she said and restarted to give me a blowjob. Soon, the good feeling came over me. 'Y...hes, it feels sooo nice,' I moaned. Her head bobbed up and down on my erection. 'Faster, Saira, faster,' I said, holding her head and moving it faster. My seed started to rise. 'YES. GO ON. KEEP SUCKING. IT FEELS WONDERFUL,' I said, moving my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth. She sucked harder. 'YES, SUCK HARDER. GOD! I AM ABOUT TO CUM. I AM COOMMMIIINNGGGG,' I screamed, pushing my cock deep inside her mouth and releasing my load. 'Did you like the taste of my cum?' I asked. She just smiled without replying. After that, we fucked one more time before sleeping. Saturday, 27th May (EXCERPTS FROM SHAZIA'S DIARY): I opened my eyes. I thought I had heard a door bang. I raised myself on my elbow and looked around sleepily.Everything was unfamiliar. How did I come here? Then I remembered. We were not in our old room but sharing Sahebji's suite. Which door slammed? The room door was closed. So was the bathroom door. I must have dreamt it, I thought, and lay down again. Suddenly, I was wide awake. I sat up in bed and saw khala and Nusrat sleeping, but Saira's bed was empty. I got out of bed and checked the bathroom. She was not there either. She must have gone to Sahebji's room. 'Nusrat, get up,' I whispered. 'Let me sleep. I won't go jogging today. You go alone,' she said and turned over. 'Get up. Saira is not in her bed,' I whispered. 'She must be pissing,' Nusrat said. 'I've looked, she is not in the bathroom either. I think she has gone to Sahebji's room,' I said. 'What will she be doing there at this hour?' Nusrat said, yawning. 'To be deflowered by Sahebji, what else?' I replied. 'Impossible, Saira is not that type of a girl,' Nusrat said, sitting up in bed, 'God, it's only ten forty-five.' 'All girls are that type. The other day I caught them kissing,' I said, 'I am going to watch her losing her cherry.' 'Wait, I'll come also,' Nusrat said, jumping out of bed, 'Shazia, we'll surprise them in the act.' 'Yes, with Sahebji's rod in Saira's honey pot,' I giggled. We were about to leave when khala woke up and said, 'Girls, where are you going at this hour?' 'To watch Saira getting deflowered,' I said. 'Deflowered? Rubbish. She must be in the bathroom,' khala said, getting up. 'She is not there,' Nusrat replied, 'The only other place is Sahebji's bedroom.' 'My God, Sahebji will deflower her,' she exclaimed and ran towards the door. 'Where are you going?' Nusrat asked. 'To stop Sahebji before he takes poor Saira's cherry,' khala replied. 'Aww khala, let Saira also enjoy herself,' I said. 'Enjoy herself?' khala laughed cynically, 'If Sahebji shoves his long and thick cock into poor Saira's virgin cunt, then she will die of pain,' khala said. 'How do you know that Sahebji's cock is long and thick?' Nusrat giggled. 'I told you so. Sahebji has been fucking me since the day we went to Pashupatinathji. Am I right?' I laughed. Khala blushed and said, 'Yes, he is fucking me, but we must save Saira from losing her cherry. She is very delicate. She will die.' 'What about us? We didn't die when Sahebji shoved his long and thick cock in our virgin cunts,' Nusrat said. I looked gratefully at Nusrat for using the word "we" and not "I". 'My God! Has Sahebji deflowered you both also?' khala said. 'He had taken our cherry before he fucked you,' Nusrat said. 'My God! What kind of a chaperone am I? One man has fucked me, deflowered two of my wards and is about to take the cherry of the third. I must stop him,' khala said, opening the door. 'Khala, if you don't stop, then I will tell abba that Khan Sahib is fucking you,' I threatened. Hearing my threat, khala stopped in her tracks. 'How do you know that Khan Sahib is fucking khala?' Nusrat asked. 'I found out by chance. Last year on the occasion of Eid (a very big festival of Muslims), amma telephoned khala and told her to remain at home as she was sending presents etc. through me. I got delayed and reached khala's house an hour later,' I said, 'Khala was not there, but she had left a note stating that she had gone to wish the Khans. She would be back immediately and I should wait. I was in a hurry, so I decided to go to Khan Sahib's house to wish them as well. I rang the bell, but there was no response. I peeped through the window. Can you guess what I saw?' 'No, tell me,' Nusrat said. 'Khan Sahiba and khala were eating each other's pussy, and Khan Sahib was fucking khala in her asshole,' I said. 'So what? Your father has fucked me, but he has not bought my cunt. It is my business who fucks me.' Khala, getting annoyed, 'Now I'm going to stop Sahebji.' My mind raced. I had to think of something to stop her. Suddenly, I had a brilliant idea. 'Khala, if you prevent Saira from getting deflowered by Sahebji, then I'll tell amma that abba is fucking you,' I threatened. 'NOOO, you won't,' khala said. 'Try me,' I said. 'Appa (elder sister) will kill me,' khala said. 'Take your pick, save Saira's virginity and die or sacrifice her cherry and live,' I asked. 'Okay, you win. I'll do what you say,' khala said, throwing down her arms. 'Since when do you know that chachu (uncle - father's younger brother) is fucking khala?' Nusrat asked. 'About two years. Shortly after khala got divorced,' I said, 'one night I was walking home after seeing a movie when I saw abba's car in khala's driveway. This was quite normal. Since khala's divorced, abba dropped in at her place to advise her on investment matters. Actually, it was amma's idea. I decided to meet khala and take a lift home with abba. I rang the bell. There was no reply. I went to the rear of the house. The kitchen door was open. I entered and looked for them. They were nowhere in sight. Then I heard strange sounds coming from the bedroom. I peeped through the keyhole. Abba was ramming his cock into khala. I left very quickly.' 'You didn't tell anyone,' Nusrat asked incredulously. 'I would have at the right time,' I giggled, 'Okay, let's go. Khala, would you like to come along?' 'Yes,' Khala said. 'You can come, provided you don't say a word,' Shazia said. Khala nodded. We felt our way across the drawing and dining room. As we reached Sahebji's door, we heard Saira scream. 'We came at the right time. Sahebji has deflowered Saira,' Shazia giggled. 'I screamed like this when Sahebji fucked my asshole for the first time,' Nusrat said. 'My God, has Sahebji fucked you in your assholes also?' khala asked in a whisper. 'Yes, and we have sucked his cock and swallowed his cum,' I replied, 'let us hurry, otherwise the show will be over.' When we reached Sahebji's room, I looked through the keyhole. 'I think he has not yet deflowered her,' I said. 'Let me look,' Nusrat said, looking, then said, 'you are right. He has just finished eating her pussy. Khala, you see. You are more experienced.' Khala looked. 'He is poised to pop her cherry. Oh, now it is a thing of the past,' khala said. Just then, we heard Saira scream, 'AAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIIEEEEEE, UUUUUIIIII AMMA IT IS HURTING. GOD, I WILL DIE. OOHH AHHH.' After a while, Nusrat said, 'See what are they doing?' Saira's legs were in the air, and Sahebji was fucking her with slow, long strokes. 'Sahebji is fucking Saira,' I said. We waited till we heard Saira scream, 'OH OHH SSJI. FASTER FUCK ME FASTER. OH GOD YES, FUCK ME HARDER. YES, YES, I AM COMING,' then returned to our room. When we entered our room, Nusrat said, 'What did she say? SSji.' 'It is a short form for Saheb Sahebji,' I laughed, 'Let us go to sleep now because we have to get up early and catch them in bed together. Khala, will you come with us?' 'Of course. Do you think I want to miss the real fun,' khala giggled. End of part 3. To be continued...

Part 3

Authors/SAHEBJI/IT HAPPENED IN KHATMANDU 3.txt

Sahebji

MY EARLY LIFE AND LOVES

'The Estate' had been in our family for centuries. It was very large. It extended from the horizon on one side and where the sky meets the earth on the other and then some more. Several rivers and streams flowed through it. It comprised approximately 90 to 100 villages, situated on the banks of these rivers and streams. The soil was very fertile. 'The Estate' was self-sufficient in almost everything. It had schools, hospitals, infirmaries, fire stations, police force, etc. I was born on 'The Estate' on a chilly February afternoon at 5:19 p.m. My mother, Durga Devi, was the youngest wife of Mr. Jamshed Shamsher Singhji, the eldest son of Rai Bahadur Shamsher Raajbir Singhji, my grandfather. I was christened Raajbir Jamshed Singhji, after my great-grandfather, but everyone calls me Saheb Sahebji. My mother told me the story of how I came to be called Saheb Sahebji. "When I was born," she said, "your grandfather ordered Lachcho, his favorite maid, 'Lachcho, take sahib ji (sahib - sir and ji is added for respect) with you and take care of him.'" She took care of you and brought you to me at feed times. In the evenings when your grandfather, after finishing his work, used to relax with his family, he would say daily without fail, "Laccho, sahib ji kahan hai? (Where is sahib ji?)" Lachcho would post-haste bring you to him, saying, "Sahib, sahib ji aa gaye hain (Sahib, sahib ji has come)." We got so used to hearing 'sahib sahibji' and somehow everyone started calling you also Sahib Sahibji. Over the years, the name got distorted to Saheb Sahebji. When your father was enrolling you in the school, he couldn't recollect your real name and wrote your name as Saheb Sahebji in the school register. When I was born, my grandfather was at the head of 'The Estate'. After his death, my father jointly with his two brothers, Mr. Ranbir Shamsher Singhji and Mr. Randhir Shamsher Singhji, inherited it. My father, being the eldest, was in charge. My uncles assisted him in running 'The Estate', but my father's word was law. Out of respect, everyone addressed him as Rajaji, even the children. The business of 'The Estate' was to grow different crops on its fertile lands and rear farm animals and their produce for sale. Rajaji ruled 'The Estate' with an iron hand. 'The Estate' had several laws. Most of the laws were draconian and had remained unchanged for centuries. The first and most important law was that the 'cherry' of all the virgins belonged to the head of 'The Estate', i.e., my father. My father loved his brothers and shared the virgins, though not equally, with them. I think it depended on their supply. From the day my grandfather died, my father hardly ever spent a night with his wives. All women on the estate, married or otherwise, belonged to the family. A member of the family, who was twenty-one years of age and above (known as seniors), could summon any woman to his bed. She had to obey the summons of a senior or be punished. The punishment was harsh but fair. The other important law was that you will only have sex with your legal wedded wife. Adultery and premarital sex were punishable offenses. To illustrate, I'll narrate an incident. A man and a woman were caught having sex. Both were married but not to each other. They were produced before my father. My father was prosecutor, jury, and judge. Everyone loved my father. They accepted his verdict because he was fair. All family members and villagers from the neighboring villages were ordered to attend the punishment. Even I had to attend it, although I was only eight. The man was publicly flogged within an inch of his life for touching a woman who did not belong to him. The woman's fate was worse. Father had four big ferocious dogs. They obeyed him and no one else. They lay at his feet all the time, and on a command from my father, they could tear a person apart in flat two minutes. The woman was publicly stripped and made to kneel on all fours. Then the four dogs had sex with her until she nearly died. "If you behave like a bitch, then you'll be treated like a bitch," my father said while sentencing her. "Let this be a lesson to all," my father said after the sentence had been carried out, "have sex after you are married and then only with your legal partner." Since then, I understand, no case of adultery has been reported. There were many other such draconian laws. I could go on and on, but that would serve no purpose. The family consisted of my father and his three wives, my uncle Ranbir and his two wives, and uncle Randhir and his three wives. I was the youngest of the thirty-six children. The family resided in the 'Kothi' (house). It was called a house, but it was a large four-storied mansion with over a hundred rooms and vast gardens and lawns. Attached to it was a two-storied annex. The mansion along with its annex was situated between two streams. The family lived on the top three floors of the kothi. The ceremonial halls, offices, guest rooms, and other public rooms were situated on the ground floor. No man was permitted in the residential quarters of the family. The maids did all the work and lived in the annex. There were more maids than actually required to do the work. It was kept this way because it suited the family. More maids meant more cunts to fuck. All girls, on 'The Estate', from the age of six onwards were required to wear white clothes. On the fourteenth birthday, she, a virgin, was brought to the kothi. The maids of my father or uncles, depending on who was going to deflower her, would take over. They would prepare her, i.e., give her a bath with scented soap and water, comb and oil her hair, and shave her pubic hair, if required. All the three brothers had their own rooms for this purpose. At night, the virgin would be led naked into one of these chambers. On the morning after she had lost her cherry, she would no longer wear white but a yellow lahenga (a long skirt worn mostly by villagers) and nothing else. In other words, she would be topless. The lahenga would be provided by the kothi's central store maintained for this purpose only. At this time, she would also learn the rules and regulations governing her. My father and my uncles were the only ones who could have sex with a maid in the yellow brigade, as the girls in yellow lahengas were called. The virgins and maids in yellow were also used to entertain guests. I had seen maids from the yellow brigade spending nights with guests of the family, but never a virgin. But I had heard stories that during the British times, grandfather used to provide virgins to senior British officers who came on an official visit to 'The Estate'. This, I understand, was how he bought the title of 'Rai Bahadur' for himself. After the yellow brigade, the maids would join the "green pool", better known as "the pool". They would wear green lahengas, and their choots would be available to all family members above the age of twenty-one. The maids of the pool together with the yellow brigade were all over the kothi. To regulate the population of the maids, the three brothers met every week or so. When a maid was sent back to their homes or even got married, then she would remain in the pool unless my father chose to give her the 'red' status. This meant that in addition to my father and uncles, her husband could also have sex with her, and no one else. Normally, the maids were sent back to their homes within six months of losing their cherry. If during this time they got pregnant, then the pregnancy was taken care of in an infirmary attached to the 'kothi'. It was ensured that the maid is not pregnant when she left. No maid was permitted to marry before sixteen years of age and then also with the express approval of my father. There was another type of maids known as handmaidens. Handmaidens wore blue saris but no blouse. They could cover their boobs with the pallu (upper end of the sari that goes over the shoulder) of the sari. A big ceremony was held on the twenty-first birthday of a male member of the family. In the ceremony, he was given two rooms with a kitchenette, a ring with the family crest (his license to have sex with maids from 'the pool'), a sword, and a virgin of his choice as his personal handmaiden. He owned the handmaiden, and no one else but he could have sex with her, not even my father. It was prohibited to indulge in any sexual activity in public, but the bare tits of the maids were so tempting that we all, seniors and youngsters, squeezed and kissed them whenever we got a chance. The brave and adventurous ones amongst us went to the extent of lifting their lahengas and fingering their hairless choots. It became a sort of a game. Dares were made, and bets laid. The maids didn't mind and enjoyed the game. I recall an incident that happened when I was eleven years old. The boys and girls had separate common rooms. One day after lunch, six seniors, two fifteen-year-olds, and three of my cousins of my age, and I were in the boy's common room. We, eleven-year-olds, were playing 'chowpard', a game not very different from Ludo, the fifteen-year-olds were lolling around, and the seniors were in a huddle discussing something in whispers. Suddenly, a senior said, "So it is settled.""Nothing is settled," Ranjit, one of my stepbrothers, said. "Tai tau ho gaya hai. Jo paheli aurat iss karame main gussegi usse Ranjit chodega (It has been decided. Ranjit will fuck the first woman who enters the room)," the third senior said. There was a chorus of ayes. "What happens if chachi (aunt - wife of father's younger brother) or his mother enters the room first?" a senior chuckled. "Tau Ranjit chachi ko chodega (Then Ranjit will fuck chachi)," someone said, and they all laughed. "No, I never agreed to that," Ranjit protested. They went into a huddle again. "Okay. Ranjit will fuck the first maid who enters the room," the first senior proclaimed. "Agreed," Ranjit said. "No one will help you," another senior said. "Don't worry, I can manage," Ranjit said confidently, "but what is the bet?" "Agar tu haar gaya tau tu apni londi ko ek ek raat ke liye hum sab ke pass bhejega (If you lose then your handmaiden will spend a night with each of us)," the second senior said. "Agar main jeet haya tau phir main tumhaari londiyon ko chodunga (If I win then I'll fuck your handmaidens)," Ranjit said. They all agreed. I may state here that it was a matter of pride to fuck someone else's handmaiden. The wait started. There was silence in the room except for the sound of rolling dice. Everyone was watching the door. An hour ticked by. Then someone pressed the door handle. "LOOK," a senior shouted. All eyes turned towards the door. Even we stopped playing and looked towards the door. All waited with bated breath for the door to open. The door started to open. Suddenly, we heard a young male voice say, "There you are. I have been looking for you all over," and the door was pulled shut. "What an anti-climax," a senior laughed nervously. "We'll have our fun. It is nearly four, and the maids will be bringing our tea soon," another senior said. At sharp five, the door opened, and two maids from the yellow brigade walked in with trays loaded with cups and saucers. "Good afternoon, masters," they said together. "Who are you? I haven't seen you before," Amrit said to the maid who had entered first. "We are both new. My name is Arti. Today is my third day in the kothi," she said politely. "I am Sandhya. I joined the yellow brigade only this morning," she said, blushing. "Excuse us, we'll be back," they said and left. "They both belong to the yellow brigade," a senior said. "So what? A bet is a bet. Ranjit ko in main se ek ko chodna pardega (Ranjit will have to fuck one of them)," another senior said. "Ranjit will get into trouble," the second senior said. "He should have thought of it earlier," the third senior said. "Ranjit, send your handmaiden to me tonight," the fourth senior said, and they all laughed. "Not so fast. I stand by the bet. Yeh batao kissko chodoon, Arti ya Sandhya? (Just tell me which one I should fuck, Arti or Sandhya?)" Ranjit said. "Arti, she entered first," they decided. Two minutes later, the two girls returned with tea and biscuits, etc. "Arti, come here," Ranjit ordered. Arti came to him and said, "Yes, master." "Apna lahenga uttar, main tujhe chodunga (Take off your lahenga (skirt), I am going to fuck you)," Ranjit said. "Master, don't, you'll get into trouble," Arti said, backing away and placing her hands in front of her choot (vagina) to protect it. "Let me worry about that. Take off your lahenga, I say," Ranjit said, catching hold of Arti and pulling her to him. Sandhya, seeing that no one was paying attention to her, slipped out of the room. "No, please, my choot is reserved for Rajaji and his brothers. If you fuck me, then we'll both get into big trouble," Arti protested. Ranjit caught hold of Arti and tried to open the string of her lahenga. Arti fought back. Everyone was watching this unequal struggle. We youngsters left our game to watch as well. Ranjit couldn't undress Arti. He pressed her down on the thick carpet and, raising her lahenga, spread her legs wide. Then he rammed his cock into her choot and started to fuck her with hard and fast strokes. A few minutes later, Arti sighed, "Oh master." "Did you hear that? Arti is enjoying herself," one of the seniors said. "GO ON RANJIT," the second senior shouted. Ranjit looked up and grinned without missing a stroke. Soon, Arti's hips started to move up and down. Everyone started to clap in the rhythm of Ranjit's strokes and shouted, "RANJIT, AUR ZOR SE CHOD. ARTI KI CHOOT KA CHOD KAR KEEMA BANA DE (RANJIT, FUCK HER HARDER. YES, MAKE MINCEMEAT OF HER CHOOT)." They continued to clap loudly and shout. Then the door opened, and Saraswati, the youngest wife of my youngest uncle, attracted by the noise, entered. Without a word, she stood watching. One by one, the spectators saw her and fell silent. Just then, with a loud grunt, Ranjit came. He stood up, and as Arti tried to get up, he said, "Tu leti reh. Tum main se koyi isse chodega? Barda maza aaya. Isski choot bahut tight hai (You remain lying. I enjoyed myself thoroughly. Will any of you like to fuck her? Her choot is real tight)." All remained silent, looking past him at chachi (aunt - wife of father's younger brother). "Why are you so quiet? You have lost that's why. Better luck next time. Where is Sandhya? I bet her choot is still tighter," he said and turned around to look for Sandhya. Then he saw chachi. Arti quickly got up and set her lahenga right. "What do you think you were unto?" she asked. Without replying, everyone hung their heads. "Anyway, this is a matter for Rajaji. Both of you follow me," chachi said. All three left the room. We youngsters didn't understand what had happened. One of us asked Satyabir, one of the fifteen-year-olds, "Ranjit bhaiya Arti per kyoon lete huye the? (Why was Ranjit bhaiya (elder brother) lying on Arti?)" "Ranjit bhaiya Arti ko chod rahe the (Ranjit bhaiya was fucking Arti)," he replied. "Kyoon chod rahe the? Kya mazaa aata hai? (Why was he fucking her? Is it pleasurable?)" I asked. "Yes, many times more than masturbating," he laughed. "Masturbating? What is that?" one of us asked. "You don't know what is masturbating? Follow me," he said and led us all to the bathroom. "Take out your cocks," he said. We obeyed. "Now move the foreskin up and down and think of Ranjit bhaiya fucking Arti," he ordered. We complied again. Soon, our cocks were hard. "Now what?" I asked. "Continue doing it till you feel pleasure," Satyabir said, "Saheb, not so slowly, do it faster." We did as he said. "I don't feel anything," one of us said after a while. "I AM FEELING IT. OH OH IT IS WONDERFUL. I'VE NEVER FELT SO MUCH PLEASURE BEFORE," one of us shouted. We redoubled our efforts. We fisted our cocks faster. One by one, we all had an orgasm. "Is fucking more pleasurable than this?" I asked. "Yes, very much more," he replied. "Now we'll also fuck," I said. "You can't until you are twenty-one years old," he chuckled. "Then how do you know that fucking is very pleasurable? You are only fifteen," one of us asked. "I know," Satyabir bhaiya laughed. "Bhaiya (elder brother), have you fucked anyone?" one of us asked. "Don't tell anyone. Only once on the quiet," he said, lowering his voice. We returned to the room. The tea had become cold. Some seniors got hold of two maids. They brewed fresh tea. While we were having our tea, Ranjit entered the room with a big grin on his face. We all crowded around him. "What happened?" a senior asked. "Nothing. We went to Rajaji's office, and chachi (aunt) explained what we were doing," Ranjit explained. "What did she say? Ranjit Arti ko chod raha tha (Ranjit was fucking Arti)," the second senior chuckled. "No, she said they both were behaving most improperly in the common room," Ranjit said. "Ranjit, explain yourself," Rajaji said. I told him everything truthfully. I told him that you guys had dared me. I didn't tell him that we had laid a bet. Then he turned to Arti. "You are aware that you belong to the yellow brigade, then why did you agree," he said. "I tried hard to save my choot, but..." Arti said, bursting into tears. "You know that what was done was against the rules," he said. Arti again nodded and wailed louder. "There is no need to cry. It was not your fault. You can go," he said. Arti left with a sigh of relief. "And for you, young man, no sex for you for a fortnight," he said and, giving me a blue badge with red stripes, added, "give this to your handmaiden and ask her to report to the central stores. She'll work there for the next fifteen days." Just then, his favorite maid, I forget her name...you know the pretty one with big boobs... ah yes, Mamta, came in with the afternoon tea and snacks. We rose to leave, but Rajaji said, "Saraswati, have tea with me before you go. Ranjit, you too." I saw that Mamta had already brought three cups. She poured out the tea and withdrew. "Rajaji, you have been very lenient with this rascal. He deserved much tougher punishment. Forcing the poor girl in the common room in front of youngsters," chachi said, sipping her tea. He laughed, "Boys will be boys. I remember the wild things we three did when we were young." "What did you do?" I asked. He looked at me, then looking at chachi, said, "Ask your chacha (uncle – father's younger brother). He used to be our ringleader." Chachi blushed. After drinking tea, we left. "Okay, boys, who is going to send his handmaiden to me tonight," Ranjit said, laughing. Then they talked so softly that I couldn't hear them. After that day, I got hooked on masturbating. I started playing with my cock at least two to three times a day. The next important incident took place when I was then thirteen years, nine months, and twenty-one days old. Yes, I can't forget that day. It was Friday, the thirteenth of December.Everybody says that Friday the thirteenth is unlucky, but for me it was a harbinger of luck. On this day, Mamta, Rajaji's favorite maid, caught me masturbating. This is what happened. It was a cold day. I lay in my bed covered with a quilt. My eyes were closed, and I was busy masturbating. The quilt moved up and down with the movement of my hand. I was concentrating so hard on the 'job in hand' that I didn't hear the bedroom door open. I also didn't hear Mamta enter and approach the bed. Mamta said, pulling the quilt away, "You naughty boy, what are you doing?" Several things happened simultaneously. My face became red with embarrassment, I lost my erection, and pushing my cock inside my pajamas, I begged Mamta not to tell anyone about it, especially my father. I don't know if Mamta heard me because she kept staring at my crotch. "Mamta, please don't tell father. He'll surely punish me," I repeated with folded hands. "I'll not tell anyone if you'll show me your cock again," she said. I couldn't believe my ears. "Promise," I asked. "Word of honor," she said, touching her ears and crossing her heart. I took out my limp member and showed it to her. She took it in her hand. Lo and behold, my cock started to grow big. "Oh my God," she said, staring at my erect cock, "Saheb, how old are you? Thirteen? Fourteen?" "I'll be fourteen in a couple of months," I replied. "Your cock is very large for a lad who is not yet fourteen," she laughed and, giving my cock a squeeze, added, "Okay, you can put it back again. Promise me that you won't play with it again." "I promise, I won't masturbate again," I said. She turned to leave. "Oh yes, your cock made me forget why I had come to your room in the first place," she giggled, stopping halfway to the door, "Your mother wants you to accompany her to the temple tomorrow morning at six thirty." For a couple of days, nothing happened, but on the third night, I woke up suddenly and found I was not alone in bed. "W...W....WHO?" I stuttered. "Shh, not so loud. It's me...Mamta," Mamta said. "What are you doing in my bed?" I asked. "I have come to take your big cock," she giggled, pushing her hand inside my pajamas and grabbing it. Her touch made my cock swell, and it stood in all its glory. The first thought that came to mind was that Mamta had told father about my masturbating, and he had ordered her to cut my cock off and bring it to him. "Mamta, please don't take my cock, I haven't masturbated since that day," I lied, as I had masturbated several times since that day. "Arre pagle, tujhe bahut mazaa aayega (You silly boy, you'll enjoy yourself)," she said, squeezing my cock. "How will I enjoy myself if you cut it off?" I said. "Cut off your cock? What nonsense are you talking? I want to take it in my choot," she said, getting irritated, "Bata kabhie tunne kissi ko choda hai? (Tell me, have you fucked anyone?)" Though I was confused, I replied truthfully, "No, I haven't." "Mujhe chodega? (Would you like to fuck me?)" she giggled. I had hundreds and thousands of times masturbated, imagining that I was fucking someone or the other. Fucking in real was like a dream come true. I jumped at the opportunity. "OH YES. OH YES," I said excitedly. "Shh, not so loud. Come on top of me," she said, pulling me on top of her with my cock. I climbed on top of her. She was naked. Mamta spread her legs, and with a deft movement of her hips, took the whole of my cock inside her choot. "Owww, you're big. You fill me so," she groaned. "Oh Mamta, your choot is soooo hot and wet," I said. "My choot has been leaking like a municipality tap since I saw your cock," Mamta giggled, "Saheb, ab der mat karo aur mujhe chod (Saheb, don't delay now, fuck me)." I started pushing my cock in and out of her choot as fast as I could, like I had seen Ranjit, my stepbrother, do when he had fucked Arti. After a few such strokes, Mamta said, "Saheb, stop." Ignoring her, I continued to ram my cock into her choot. "Saheb, stop," Mamta said, "Stop, I say." "Kya main theek se nahin chod raha hoon? (Am I not fucking correctly?)" I said, stopping. "Saheb, no you're not. Tumhara laurda meri choot se nikal gaya hai (Your cock is no longer inside my cunt)," she said, inserting it back again. "Oh," I said, blushing, and started to fuck her again with hard and fast strokes. My cock would slip out of her cunt every few strokes. "Saheb, fuck me slowly, then we both will enjoy it," Mamta said. I started to fuck her as she had suggested. "That is the way. Oh yesss," Mamta moaned. I continued to fuck her with slow, long strokes. "Yess Saheb, it feels so gooood," Mamta moaned. Soon Mamta was bucking and moaning wildly. I plunged my cock harder and deeper into her choot. Her hips were moving up and down in rhythm with my in-and-out movement. After ten minutes or so, I felt my orgasm approaching. My strokes became shorter and harder. "Oh y...hes oh y...hesss," Mamta continued to moan softly. Suddenly Mamta raised her bottoms and pressed her crotch to mine. "Oh Saheb, go on. Do not stop OH YESSSSSS," she moaned loudly and fell back, gasping for breath. At that moment, I experienced my very first orgasm in a wet and hot cunt. After the orgasm, I slowed down but did not stop and continued the fuck movement. Soon Mamta was on the boil again and came with a loud sigh. I continued to fuck her. She had orgasm after orgasm. I rolled off her, gasping for breath after my third orgasm. For some time, we lay kissing in a close embrace, savoring the intense sensation we had just experienced. "Saheb, you were very good," she said, kissing me passionately, "I must go now." "Please don't go yet. Let me fuck you once more," I begged, pulling her back into bed. "No, please let me go. If we get caught, then Rajaji will kill me," she said, wearing her lahenga, "Don't worry, I'll come again." "Okay, come tomorrow. I'll wait for you," I said. "I can't promise that, but I'll definitely come whenever I can," she said and left. That night, I slept with a smile on my lips, feeling proud of myself, having fucked my first woman. Mamta woke me early the next morning at sunrise. "What a surprise. I was dreaming about you only. Come, let's fuck," I said, making space for her. "Shh, not so loud. I've come to change the bed sheets," she said, pulling me out of bed and pointing to spots of dried cum, "See these stains. If your maid else sees them, then we'll be in trouble." I was shocked. The bed sheet was in a mess. "We must be careful in the future," she said, changing the bed sheet and taking the stained one with her. She came after two days. She spread a towel on the bed before lying down on it. We fucked and enjoyed ourselves immensely. My knowledge of sex was very sketchy. There was no book on sex on 'The Estate'. All what I knew about sex was from what I heard my older brothers and cousins discuss among themselves. Many facts, according to Mamta, were wrong. "How do you know?" I would ask her. "Rajaji told me," she said each time. I had never seen a cunt. One night, after fucking, I inspected every nook and cranny of her cunt with a torch. In three weeks, she came about a dozen times. Then one night, she came and sat next to me with a long face. "What's the matter? This is waiting for your cunt," I said, exposing my rigid member. "Sorry to disappoint the big boy," she said, kissing my cock, "I'm having my period." "Oh yes, I've heard about it. Show me," I said. Initially, she was reluctant, but I managed to persuade her. "Oh, that's all. It does not stop us from fucking," I said. "No, Saheb, we shouldn't do it. It is very messy," she replied. "Have you tried fucking during these days?" I said, looking at her bloody cunt. "Yes, once your uncle fucked me during the fag end of my period. It was... not very nice. Today is my first day," she said, "we can fuck again in a few days." "You mean we can't fuck for a few more days, then I'll have to masturbate," I said. "It won't be necessary. I'll suck you off," she said, taking my cock in her hands and starting to lick it. "Mamta, no, it's dirty," I said. "Relax, you'll love it," she said. She ran her tongue up and down my shaft and licked the swollen red head of my cock while she played with my balls. After a few minutes, she took my cock into her mouth. She fisted my cock while sucking it. "Oh, it feels so nice," I moaned. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock. My hips started moving forward and back in a fuck motion, as if I was fucking her mouth. She took practically the whole length of my cock into her mouth without choking. Soon, my orgasm was round the corner. "MAMTA, GO ON. DON'T STOP," I said, holding her head as my cock got harder and bigger. As my orgasm hit me, I pushed the whole length of my cock down her throat. Momentarily, she choked before I released her head. "Oh Mamta, that was wonderful," I panted. "Did you enjoy it?" she asked, panting. "Oh yes, very much," I replied. "When you start producing sperms, then you'll enjoy it even more," she said. "Please do it again," I pleaded. "I will, after a few minutes," she replied, smiling happily. We continued to fuck and suck on the quiet till another incident that made an impression on me took place. Once night, she had promised to come the following night, but did not come. She did not come for over a week. I was very worried. I couldn't inquire about her whereabouts. I had no alternative but to wait. Mamta came on the eighth night and got into my bed. I was angry with her. "What are you doing here? Go away," I said, turning away from her. "Please, Saheb, don't be angry with me. I could not come," she said. "Where were you?" I asked. "I was with Rajaji," she said."Theek hai, tu wahan Rajaji se chudwa rahi thi aur main yahan apna lund haath main lekar tera intezaar kar raha tha (That's great, you were enjoying yourself with Rajaji and I was waiting for you here with my cock in my hand)," I said sarcastically. "Saheb, I swear that nobody fucked me in these eight days," Mamta said with tears in her eyes. "Really! Then what were you doing?" I asked. "Watching others getting fucked," she said. "What do you mean by that?" I asked, perplexed. "Main batati hoon lekin pehle mujhe ek baar chodo. Pichle hafte se meri choot tera lund ke liye pyaasi hai (I'll tell you but first fuck me. My cunt is thirsting for your cock for the whole of last week)," she begged. I immediately climbed over her and rammed my cock into her choot. After a very satisfying fuck, we lay panting together. "Saheb, you ejaculated. I swear I felt something warm fall inside my choot," she said. "Yes, I know," I said, "Tell me if Rajaji didn't want your choot then what did he want?" "You know that we are five brothers and sisters. Ravi, my eldest brother, works in sales. In this connection, he visits the city very often," Mamta said, "There he met a girl called Jyoti. They fell in love with each other." "Last week he married her on the quiet and brought her to the kothi in the evening. He called me and said, 'Mamta, what shall I do? I've married without Rajaji's permission.'" "Where is your bride?" I asked, seeing him alone. "She is waiting outside," he said. "Have you...Have you..." I said, blushing. He understood what I wanted to say and replied, "No, I haven't touched her." "Thank heavens for that. If you had...then you were in big trouble. I think you should go to Rajaji, ask for his blessings and leave her there. Later beg Rajaji's forgiveness for marrying her without his consent or knowledge," I suggested. "Mamta, I am scared. Please come with us," Ravi pleaded. "Of course, I'll come with you. Go fetch her," I said. A few minutes later, he returned with his bride and introduced me to her. Jyoti wished me with a shy smile. She was surprised to see my bare tits and started to say something but didn't. I could see why he had married her. She was around sixteen years of age and very pretty. She had an hourglass figure with the right-sized boobs to go with it. She was tall, slim with long black hair and flashing black eyes. Ravi and Jyoti entered Rajaji's office. I stood behind them at a distance. "M...M...Master, this is Jyoti," Ravi stuttered, "We got married in the city."

Part 1

Authors/SAHEBJI/MY EARLY LIFE AND LOVES 1.txt

Sahebji

IT'S A MAN'S WORLD

'Wait a minute,' Madhu didi laughed and rang the call bell. Couple of minutes later, a young eighteen-year-old girl from Nepal entered the room. She was not exactly pretty but had a sexy air about her. She was very fair, about 5 feet 2" tall and slim with small but firm breasts. 'Ma'am, you rang?' she said. 'Yes, Kanchi. These are our sisters, Adi and Sarit, they will be staying here with their husbands, and those there are their maids, Basanti and Shanti. Take the maids to the kitchen, give them tea and show them to your room. They can also sleep there.' 'Yes, ma'am,' she said and greeted us politely. 'Tell Tulsi to bring tea for us here,' Rashmi didi ordered. 'As you wish, ma'am,' she said and went out, taking our maids with her. 'I have seen that girl before,' I said, 'but I can't recall where?' 'You must have seen her at our wedding,' Sarit said, 'She was Rashmi didi's maid.' 'Oh yes, you're right, I place her now,' I said, 'Does she know why she is here?' 'Yes, she knows that she is going to be deflowered,' Rashmi didi smiled, 'but she thinks that Abhi is going to do it.' 'Jijaji? How did she get that impression?' Sarit asked, surprised. 'It is a long story,' Rashmi didi said. 'Please didi, tell us,' Sarit pleaded. 'Not now, perhaps later, first meet Tulsi,' Madhu didi said, 'she should be here in a moment.' Just then we heard a pleasant voice call out, 'Madam, please open the door, both my hands are full?' 'That must be Tulsi bringing our tea,' Madhu didi said, 'Adi, open the door.' When I opened the door, for a moment, I was stunned. Tulsi was gorgeous. She was easily the prettiest woman in the room. She was about the same age as Kanchi but looked younger. She had big innocent eyes and her long black hair, knitted into two plaits, reached her hips. There was not an ounce of fat on her body. Her curves were of the right size and at the right places. If her shapely boobs had been one size smaller than they were, she would have been a favorite at the "Miss Universe" contest. Madhu didi introduced us and told her that our husbands would be joining us tomorrow. She greeted us respectfully and after serving tea, left. 'Madhu didi, she is gorgeous, when did you get her?' I asked. 'I sacked my old maid few days after your wedding,' Madhu didi replied, 'all she did was complain about her aches and pains and watch TV.' 'How did you find her?' I queried. 'Two days after I had dismissed my old maid, a neighbor sent her. I did not want to employ her as she had no or little experience in looking after children,' Madhu didi explained, 'but your jiju insisted, "How will she gain experience if no one will give her a job," he reasoned. I think the main reason was her pretty face and village fresh choot.' 'Didi, she is so pretty, I hope our husbands don't quarrel over her "village fresh choot" as you put it,' Sarit giggled. 'It won't help because Tulsi will only surrender her virginity to Shamit,' Madhu didi clarified. 'Why Shamit and not Amit, she has not met either of them?' Sarit asked with a tinge of jealousy. 'There is a story behind this too,' Madhu didi chuckled. 'WOW! Another story, tell us,' I said, excitedly. 'I will but first let us listen to; why Kanchi expects to lose her cherry to Abhi,' Madhu didi suggested. 'A week after we returned home from your wedding, I noticed that Abhi's eyes followed Kanchi whenever she was in the room,' Rashmi didi started to narrate her story. 'What is with you men,' I said to Abhi, one night when we were in bed, 'the moment you see a girl with a fair complexion your laurda (cock) gets hard?' 'It is not that my dear,' he replied, 'it is not her fair skin that attracts me but her tight kori choot (virgin cunt) and secondly I have never fucked a girl from Nepal.' 'You want to fuck her?' I asked directly. 'Yes desperately,' he replied, placing my hand on his erection. 'See how hard I am just talking about her.' 'Go ahead and fuck her,' I said, taking the bull by the horns, 'I am not stopping you.' 'You are not?' Abhi replied, hugging me, 'Didn't I always say that you are the best wife in the universe?' 'Stop buttering me, you rascal,' I chuckled, 'but under one condition.' 'OH! OH! A condition,' Abhi said, 'I should have known that there will be a string attached. All right what is it?' 'I want to watch when you deflower her,' I told Abhi. 'Of course you can watch,' Abhi said laughing, 'you can even sell tickets to your friends if you like.' 'No thanks,' I told him, 'I don't want you to fuck my friends next.' 'It wouldn't be a bad idea, some of them are real beauties,' Abhi said, getting on top of me, 'Oh girls, what a night it was?' 'Hai didi, kahin jijaji ne Kanchi ko chod tau nahin diya? (Gosh didi, I hope jijaji has not fucked Kanchi already?)' Sarit exclaimed. 'Don't worry, he has not,' Rashmi didi replied with confidence, 'Kanchi is still a virgin.' 'Next day, when I returned from work,' jijaji said, taking up the narration, 'Kanchi was in the kitchen washing up.' 'Kanchi, I am home, how about a cup of tea?' I said, putting my arms round her waist and kissing her on her cheek. 'Oh shaab (Sahib or Sir) please don't, ma'am might see us,' she whispered, extricating herself from my grip. 'Where is she?' I asked. 'In her bedroom,' Kanchi said. 'Okay, bring the tea there,' I told her. In the room, I told Rashmi what had taken place. 'Hmm, she neither got angry nor did she scream but warned you of my presence,' Rashmi repeated thoughtfully, 'Do you know what that means?' 'Yes,' I laughed, 'it means that you will soon be selling tickets to your friends for our private sex show.' 'I think so too,' Rashmi giggled. 'Darling, from tomorrow I don't want you to be home when I return from work,' I said. 'Where shall I go?' Rashmi asked. 'I don't care, do what you like, go shopping or visit Madhu, but stay out of here,' I suggested. 'Quite a tempting proposition, I hope Mohan will also be home by then,' she giggled. Next day, when I got home I asked Kanchi where Rashmi was. She told me that she had gone out. Immediately, I embraced her and kissed her cheeks. 'Oh shaab, please don't,' she protested, but made no move to free herself or to stop me. After kissing her several times I said, 'I will be in the sitting room, bring the tea there.' After serving the tea, she waited till I had taken a sip. 'Shaab, chai theek hai? (Sir, is the tea okay?)' 'First class! Thank you,' I replied and started to read the morning papers. I suppose, I could have taken more liberties, but not wanting to scare her off, decided to take things slowly. For the next few days, I remained with just kissing her on the cheek, but on the fourth day, I kissed her on her lips. 'Oh shaab, you shouldn't do that,' she protested, blushing sweetly. I just laughed and went to the living room to wait for my cup of tea. As usual, she waited for me to take the first sip. 'Shaab, chai theek hai? (Sir, is the tea okay?)' she asked, as she did every day. 'Hmmm, it is too sweet,' I asked, 'how much sugar have you put?' 'One spoon only, like every day,' she replied with a puzzled frown. 'Hmm,' I said smacking my lips, 'then it must be the sweetness of your lips.' 'OH!' she said blushing and ran into the kitchen. I followed her and hugging her said, 'Kanchi let me taste your sweet lips again,' and kissed her tenderly. At first, she did not respond, but a few moments later, when she did, it turned into a real French kiss. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and sucked her lips. When the kiss broke, we both were gasping for breath. 'Kissing on the lips is nice, isn't it?' I asked. 'Oh y...hes,' she replied, blushing and lowering her eyes. Kissing became our regular routine. We kissed, whenever we saw the opportunity, even if Rashmi was at home. My next target was her tits. I had a plan but did not find the right opening. Therefore, one night I told Rashmi my plan. 'Don't worry lover boy,' she chuckled, 'I will do the needful. You will have her tits tomorrow.Next day when Kanchi served my tea, I said, 'Kanchi, bring some more milk, the tea is very strong.' 'There is no milk. I don't know how, but it has turned sour,' Kanchi replied. 'What does it matter? You could have put your own milk,' I suggested, staring at her breasts. 'My milk? You are joking, I have no milk,' she giggled. 'Let me see,' I said, pulling her onto my lap. 'Oh, please let me go,' she begged, but did not make any effort to get up. While kissing her tenderly, I unbuttoned her blouse. 'Oh, sir, please don't,' she said, as I pushed up her bra, revealing a beautiful pair of breasts. 'Kanchi, your breasts are very pretty,' I said, squeezing them gently. 'No, they are not, they are too small,' Kanchi replied, making a face. 'They may be small, but believe me, they are really pretty,' I replied, kissing them. 'Oh, sir,' she moaned loudly, as I sucked her hard, pointed nipples. She was really enjoying herself, her eyes were closed, and her moans of pleasure got louder and louder. Slowly, I moved my hand to her crotch and started to rub it from outside her sari. 'Sir, no,' she moaned, catching my hand. 'Let me, you will like it,' I whispered. Hesitatingly, she loosened her grip, and I resumed rubbing her cunt. A few minutes later, her hips started to move in a fucking motion. 'Oh, sir,' 'Oh, sir,' she moaned repeatedly. When I sensed that she was about to come, I quickly pushed my hand inside her sari. When she felt my fingers massaging her naked crotch, she moaned loudly, 'OH, SIR.' I stopped only after she had come twice. 'Was it nice?' I asked. 'Oh, yes, oh, yes,' she panted. 'Let me do it again,' I said and pleasured her one more time. Couple of days later, when I had finished fingering her, I asked, 'Kanchi, would you like to experience a greater pleasure?' 'Yes, very much,' she replied eagerly. 'Then you must get rid of these hairs,' I said, pulling her pubic hair lightly. 'Why? What will you do?' she asked, innocently. 'I will lick your cunt,' I told her, 'you will love it.' 'What! No, it is dirty,' she replied. 'Let me worry about that, you only think of the extreme pleasure in store for you,' I laughed. 'Can't you do it like I am?' she asked. 'I can, but you won't enjoy it,' I laughed, 'The hair will keep getting into my nose, and I will be sneezing half the time, interrupting your pleasure.' She had no intention to let her hair spoil her pleasure. 'How do I remove them? I have never done it before,' she inquired. 'I will shave them for you,' I volunteered. 'NO!' she said loudly, thinking that she will have to undress before me, but not realizing that I will see her crotch when I lick it, 'I will shave it myself.' 'No, you won't. You could cut yourself,' I replied, 'Wait, I have another solution.' I gave her Rashmi's hair removing cream and explained how to use it. 'Okay, I will do it later,' she confirmed. The next day when I put my hand inside her sari, I found her cunt soft like the butt of a newborn baby and devoid of all hair. That night I told Rashmi that tomorrow is F - Day. 'What! So soon,' she exclaimed. 'Yes, tomorrow I am going to eat her pussy,' I smiled. 'And you think the session will end by your fucking her,' Rashmi chuckled. 'Normally it does, doesn't it?' I laughed. We then planned how Rashmi could witness the proceedings. When I came home the next day, as per plan, Rashmi was waiting for me outside. I let myself in and went straight to the kitchen to divert Kanchi's attention. Meanwhile, Rashmi slipped in and stationed herself in our bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. After ten minutes, I carried Kanchi into the room and laid her down on the bed and started to undress her. 'STOP!' she shouted, 'why are you undressing me?' 'How will I lick your cunt, if you are still wearing your clothes?' I asked. 'Will you fuck me?' she said, looking at me suspiciously. 'If you want, then I will fuck you also,' I replied, releasing my erection from its confines. 'No, I won't let you fuck me,' she said, staring at my erect cock, 'I am scared of becoming pregnant.' 'You won't, I promise you,' I assured her, 'I will be careful.' 'That is what Bahadur told Shama, but she still got pregnant,' she said. 'Who are these people, Shama and Bahadur?' I asked. 'Shama is my best friend in the village, and Bahadur is a rogue. He is 50 years old, married with three grown-up children,' she said, 'His daughter is married in the neighboring village, and his two sons, also married, are in the army.' 'What happened?' I asked. 'Bahadur fucked Shama, assuring her that he will take precautions, and she won't become pregnant, but she still did,' Kanchi elaborated. 'Tell me in detail,' I said, seating her on my lap and kissing her lightly, hoping to find a clue as to how I could get between her legs. This is what she told me: 'One afternoon, two years ago, I saw Shama sneaking out of my neighbor, Bahadur's house. I knew that she had no business being there because Bahadur's wife would be working in the fields at this hour.' 'I confronted her and asked her what she was doing in Bahadur's house? At first, she tried to evade my question, but ultimately confessed that Bahadur was fucking her.' 'How did you fall in this lecher's trap?' I asked because on several occasions Bahadur had tried to lure me to visit him. 'Six months ago, my mother sent me to buy vegetables from his shop. Finding the shop empty, I went into the house. Bahadur was there, but drunk. He lured me inside, and half an hour later when I left, I was no longer a virgin. Bahdur had raped me,' Shama replied and started to cry. 'Stop crying and tell me what happened next,' I said, brusquely. 'Few days later, Bahadur accosted me in the bazaar and asked me to go home with him,' she continued. 'No,' I told him, 'you will fuck me again.' 'Why not? You yourself said it was nice,' Bahadur replied. 'Yes, I did, but I don't want to get pregnant,' I told him. 'I think you are already pregnant?' he laughed. 'Oh my God,' I exclaimed, 'How do you know?' 'By the way you walk, but I can confirm it by looking at your crotch,' Bahadur said. 'I was so scared that I believed him and accompanied him to his house. He asked me to take off my salwar (pajama part of ladies dress salwar - kameez) so that he could inspect my cunt. First, he looked, then he poked his finger inside me and moved it in and out. It felt so good that I closed my eyes, and before I realized, he had replaced his finger with his cock and started to fuck me.' 'Frankly, as I was enjoying myself, I let him have his way. When he finished, I said, 'Oh Bahadur, why did you do it again, if I was not pregnant before, I will surely be now.' 'No stupid, you won't,' Bahadur laughed and pointing to his cock, added, 'look.' I saw his cock was covered with something made out of rubber. 'What is it?' I asked, bewildered. 'It is a condom,' he explained, 'if I wear this, then all my seed will collect in it, and none will go inside your cunt. We can fuck without fear of any unpleasant consequences.' 'Since then, I visit him regularly. Kanchi, why don't you also come with me? I tell you, fucking is really very enjoyable, you will love it,' Shama said, trying to persuade me to join her. 'No, thank you, I am fine as I am,' I replied but added, 'What you are doing is very dangerous, should something go wrong, then your life will be ruined.' 'No problem, I can also wear a condom,' I said, hoping that she would agree. 'Sir, as luck may have it, two months later, she became pregnant,' Kanchi said, continuing with her story, 'I asked Shama, how did this happen? You said his seed would never enter your cunt.' 'The damned condom tore,' she said, crying. At first, she did not tell her parents, but when her belly became big, she confessed. Her father complained to the village elders. They forced Bahadur to marry her. He didn't mind, but his wife did not like it. She treated her like a slave. Today, poor Shama is a miserable slave with two children.' 'Sir, this is Shama's story,' Kanchi said, concluding it. It was clear to me that Kanchi will not let me fuck her, so I decided to at least get a look at her crotch. 'All right, if I promise not to fuck you, then will you let me eat your pussy and give you the pleasure I had promised?' I asked. She thought for a moment, then nodded. 'Yes, but first put that thing away,' she said, pointing to my erection. She undressed and lay down on the bed after I had put my cock back behind the zipper. 'Oh, sir, it feels very nice,' she moaned after I had licked her cunt for a few minutes. Encouraged, I licked harder and pressed her clit between my lips. Her moans of 'Oh, sir' became louder and louder. Then suddenly, her body arched, and she shouted, 'OH, SIR, IT IS HEAVENLY. GO ON. DON'T STOP. OHH FASTER. H...YES. OHHH, I AM ABOUT TO CUM. GOD, I AM THERE. OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH,' and fell back on the bed, gasping for breath. I continued to lick and stopped only after she had cum two more times. 'Did you enjoy it?' I inquired. 'Oh, sir, it was heavenly,' she panted. 'Kanchi, fucking will give you even more pleasure,' I said, hoping she might agree. 'I believe you. Shama also said the same,' Kanchi replied, 'Believe me, I also want to give you pleasure, but I am scared. Oh, how I wish we could fuck without any fear of pregnancy.' Suddenly, I had an idea.I ran into the bathroom and returned with Rashmi's birth control pills. "Here, take them regularly, as directed on the label. These are hundred percent safe," I told her. "Are you sure?" Kanchi asked. "Yes, madam takes them and she has not become pregnant," I said, hoping to convince her. "Okay, I believe you. I will take them. Should I insert it in my choot before or after we have done it?" she asked innocently. "No, silly," I laughed, "you take it orally. I suggest that you read the directions and follow them carefully. In one month, you will be safe." "What! We will have to wait for that long?" she asked. "Yes, this is the price we will have to pay for hundred percent safety," I replied. "Won't ma'am miss the pills?" she asked. "No, she doesn't take them anymore, as we are planning to have another baby," I told her. At this point, Rashmi didi picked up the thread of the story. "That night, when we were in bed, I sympathized with Abhi at his disappointment." "I can wait. A month is not too long," he replied, embracing me. "So, we are planning to have another baby?" I asked, jokingly. "I had to tell her something. Don't worry, I will get a fresh bottle for you tomorrow," Abhi promised. "No, I don't want to take these pills anymore, I'd rather settle for another baby," I laughed, hugging him back. Fortunately, your call came a few days later. The same evening, I told Abhi about it. "Abhi, where will we find a virgin for Amit to deflower?" I asked. Abhi was very sweet. "Why another virgin, we have Kanchi," he replied. "I thought you wanted to pop her cherry," I asked. "Yes, but that was before Sarit's problem came up. Remember, I have only one saali (sister-in-law, wife's sister) and for her happiness, I am willing to sacrifice the cherry of many Kanchi's," was his reply. "Oh jijaji, did you really say that?" Sarit said, falling all over jijaji. "What happened next?" I asked, bringing the conversation back on track. Jijaji said, "In the month that followed, I kept rubbing and eating her pussy. After thirty days, I did not make a move to fuck her. Kanchi waited for a few days and said, 'Shaab, mahina pura hogaya hai (Shaab, the month is over).'" I told her that to be on the safe side, we should wait for ten days more. When the ten days were over, she reminded me again. "Kanchi, this is your first time and I want you to give you so much pleasure that you cherish it all your life," I told her, "This is not possible here with the fear of madam discovering us. In a fortnight, we all will be going to Shimla for a holiday. We will enjoy ourselves there." Kanchi understood this in her own way. "You don't like me anymore," she wailed. "No, that is not so," I told her. "I don't believe you," she replied and threatened, "if you disappoint me again, then I will give myself to the first man who wants me." "This is how the matter stands as of today," Abhi said, concluding the story. "Rashmi didi, one question," Sarit said, "why didn't you tell us on the phone about jijaji and Kanchi?" "I asked her the same thing when I found out," Madhu didi remarked. "How could I? Kanchi's virginity belonged to Abhi," Rashmi did explained, "I had to first ask him." "We will have to apprise Amit with the facts," Sarit said. "Yes, but jijaji has to 'disappoint' her," I laughed. "Yes, that is true," we agreed. "Now, what is the story behind Miss Universe?" I asked. "Miss Univ... oh, you mean Tulsi. She is very pretty, isn't she?" Madhu didi asked. Couple of days after your call, Rashmi and Abhi came over for dinner. Rashmi told us about Kanchi," Madhu didi said, commencing her story. "Is she willing?" Mohan asked. "She is ready to get her hole plugged by Abhi, but whether she will agree to someone else doing it, is the million-dollar question," Rashmi reported. "Don't worry, I will 'disappoint' her so much that when the time comes, she will eagerly spread her legs for Amit," Abhi said. "What about Tulsi?" Rashmi asked, "Will she cooperate?" "I doubt it. Mohan tried to embrace her once, but she screamed, 'Babuji (Sir), if you ever try to touch me again, I will tell madam and leave the job.' We don't know what to do? Any ideas?" I asked them, shaking my head in despair. "Ideas are dime a dozen. Tell me about her," Abhi declared, optimistically. "Like all village girls, Tulsi is simple, superstitious, very religious and orthodox in her thinking. She goes to the temple three times a week and still believes every word the pundit (priest) tells her," I told them. "These types of girls are very gullible," Rashmi remarked, "Unscrupulous pundits take advantage of them and, in the name of God, fuck them." "She is full of praise of our local pundit. I am afraid that one day he will pop her cherry," I replied, agreeing with Rashmi. "What are her relations with her family?" Abhi asked. "She has only her parents. She loves them very much," I explained, "her three siblings died in an epidemic that hit her village some years ago." "Does she have a mole or birthmark at a spot, which is not normally visible to you and me?" Abhi asked. "How would that help?" Mohan inquired. "Just tell me. An idea is forming in my mind," Abhi replied. "Not that I know of, but wait a minute, she has a crescent-shaped birthmark near her left cunt lip," I replied. "How do you know that?" Rashmi asked, laughing, "do you always look at the choot of your maids or is something going on between the two of you?" "I wish there was, then convincing her to lose her cherry would not have been too difficult," I replied, wistfully. "Then why did you look at her choot?" Rashmi persisted. "I had to," I explained. "Darling, you never told me," Mohan complained. "It was a small matter, not worth mentioning," I clarified. "Let us be the judge, tell us now," Rashmi giggled. "One morning, about a fortnight after she had started to work for us," Madhu didi explained, "I noticed that she was scratching her crotch frequently." "Tulsi, tu apni choot ko baar baar kyon khujaati hai? (Tulsi, why do you scratch your cunt so often?)" "I don't know, madam, it itches so," she replied, blushing. "Have you looked to see why it is itching?" I asked. "Looked! I would never look there. It is a sin to look at yourself," she replied, innocently. "All right, then let me look," I suggested. "Oh madam, please don't. I will die of shame," she said, with tears in her eyes. "All right," I said, "then I will take you to a doctor." "No, please not a doctor, I could never undress in front of a stranger? I would rather die first," she cried. The tears were now running down her cheeks. This was getting too much for me. "Listen, Tulsi, either you let me look or you go to a doctor," I said sternly, "I can't have you scratching your choot in front of babuji and our guests." She understood what I meant and chose the lesser evil. "Aap dekh leejiye (You have a look)," she said, blushing. "Go to my bedroom, undress and lie down," I told her, "I will come in a minute." When I entered, I saw that she had taken off all her clothes and was naked. Guys, I tell you, she has a beautiful body. The only blemish, from my point of view, was that for an eighteen-year-old, the growth on her choot was quite thick. After an exhaustive examination, I said, "Tulsi, there is something, but I can't see properly. I will have to clip your hair." "Oh madam, please don't," Tulsi whined. "Shut up, girl," I said tersely, "let me, it is for your own good." Even after I had clipped her pubic hair, I couldn't see clearly what was wrong with her. I then proceeded to remove her hair. Tusli opened her mouth to protest, but seeing my stern look, lay back quietly. Then, raising her legs, I scrutinized the area thoroughly. It was then I noticed the birthmark. I also saw the cause of her discomfort. A rash was developing between her legs, and I told her so. I applied an anti-rash salve, which I had in my medicine chest. "Here, take this salve and apply it twice daily and for God's sake, look at your choot to see if it is improving, otherwise it is to the doctor with you," I threatened. "Yes, madam," she said meekly. "Your jhaand (pubic hair) is very thick, to avoid recurrence, I suggest that you keep removing it periodically." "Yes, madam," she replied, blushing. "Now you know how I happened to see her birthmark," I concluded. "How does she look naked?" Mohan asked. "Darling, I was waiting for you to ask me that," I laughed, "Oh, very beautiful. Her tits are a little large, but are perfectly shaped, and her choot hole is so small that even my little finger would hurt her. At that time, I wondered who the lucky man would be, who will make it bigger." "Mohan, it won't be you or me," Abhi sadly, "it will have to be one of the twins." "What a pity," Mohan sighed, "Have you come up with an idea?" Mohan asked. "Yes, just a glimmer of one, but first let me mull it around," Abhi replied. "Please tell us," Rashmi pleaded. "Not now, perhaps later," Abhi laughed, "If my idea works, then soon Tulsi won't be a virgin anymore." After dinner, when they were leaving, Abhi asked, "What are you doing on Sunday forenoon?" "Nothing at present," Mohan replied. "Good, stay at home, we might come over," he chuckled. On Sunday forenoon, Mohan and I were relaxing in the sitting room when the bell rang. "I think Rashmi and Abhi have come," I said to Mohan. Just then, Tulsi came running into the room. She was very excited. "Madam, a sadhuji (a religious man) has come," she panted.'Oh, send him away,' I replied, 'as in my opinion, all sadhus and their ilk were frauds, trying to make a quick buck by exploiting simple God-fearing folk.' 'Please, madam, he looks very learned. It is also very hot outside. Please, may I invite him in and give him some cold water to drink?' she begged. 'All right, but only for a few minutes,' Mohan said. A few seconds later, Tulsi escorted a sadhu, dressed in the usual yellowish clothes, with long hair and a flowing white beard. There was an unusual glow on his face. We greeted him respectfully and requested him to be seated. 'God is great,' the sadhu said, blessing us, and sat cross-legged on the sofa. Tulsi brought a glass of cold water. The sadhu reached for the glass, but to our surprise, suddenly withdrew his hand. 'Maharaj (a respectful form of addressing a sadhu), is something wrong?' Mohan asked, perturbed. 'Maharaj, paani lijiye, bilkul shudh hai. Maine apne haath se glass ko do baar dhoya hai (Maharaj, please take the water, it is clean. I have personally washed the glass two times),' Tulsi begged. 'It is not that, my child,' the sadhu replied, 'it is because I felt the presence of an evil Spirit.' 'An evil Spirit, in our house?' I asked, shocked. 'Yes, a very evil Spirit, a Spirit of Darkness. It brings death with it,' the sadhu explained, 'if I had sensed it earlier, I would never have entered your house.' 'Maharaj, is there something we can do to get rid of it?' I asked, perturbed. 'God is great, but first we must locate where it is,' Maharaj said, closing his eyes, 'let me think.' 'When I walked in, I did not feel its presence, but when I reached for the water, I sensed it. Right?' he murmured softly to himself. 'Yes, Maharaj, then it has something to do with the water or the glass,' Mohan said, logically. 'Or with this girl. This type of Spirit enters "live beings" only,' the sadhu explained. Then the sadhu suddenly reached out towards Tulsi. For a moment, I thought that he was going to grab her breasts, but he stopped just short of them. He then scanned her body with his open palm, first her back and then the front. As his palm reached below Tulsi's abdominal region, his palm started to vibrate. 'I have found it,' the sadhu announced, triumphantly, 'I am surprised that it is sitting so deep down in her body.' 'Who are these Spirits?' Mohan asked. 'These are evil Spirits, who have lost their way. They float in the atmosphere and enter a body at will, do their mischief, and move on, but they never go so deep in a body. There must be something there to have attracted it.' 'Yes, her virgin vagina, you lecher,' I thought, but aloud I said, 'Can't we just leave it there, maybe it will soon find its way out.' 'I wouldn't advise it, it could harm this child,' the sadhu said, pointing to Tulsi, 'as I said earlier, this type of Spirit usually brings death with it.' 'Oh, maharaj, am I going to die?' Tulsi said, starting to weep. 'Child, don't cry,' the sadhu said, 'they seldom harm the body they enter, but they bring death to the victim's loved ones, like their spouse, parents, siblings, etc.' 'Oh, maharaj, I have only my parents,' Tulsi wailed, 'Please save them, I love them so much.' 'Is there a way or a remedy to get rid of this Spirit, without it creating any mischief?' Mohan asked. 'God is great,' the sadhu said, 'there is always a remedy against evil, but first I must find out the strength of this particular Spirit. Tell me, child, do you have a mole or a birthmark in the lower part of your body?' Tulsi thought for a minute and replied, 'No, maharaj, I don't.' 'Yes, she has one,' I contradicted, thinking that he was really a learned man, 'she has a birthmark in the shape of a crescent on her private parts.' Tulsi stared at me and started to protest. 'Yes, Tulsi, you have one, I saw it the other day,' I said, firmly. 'Ah! A crescent, crescent is moon; moon is visible only at night, and night means darkness. To judge its strength, I must know more about it. Maybe, if the child permits, I can take a look?' the sadhu suggested. 'The lecherous old man,' I thought, 'he is not learned, he only wants to look at Tulsi's virgin vagina and maybe cajole her into letting him fuck her, which shouldn't be difficult in her present frame of mind.' Not wanting to be rude, I said politely, 'Maharaj, you need not trouble yourself, I'll look. Tell me what you want to know.' 'As you wish,' the sadhu replied, 'Just pay special attention to the size, hue, and to which side the points of the crescent are pointing.' While I looked at Tulsi's vagina, I gave her a mirror to see the birthmark for herself. 'Oh, my God!' she exclaimed, 'it has been there all the time, and I didn't even know.' 'How could you, you considered looking at yourself a sin,' I replied, rubbing it in. Returning to the sitting room, I told the sadhu that the mark was half an inch long, not very dark, with sharp contours, and the crescent points were towards her lower lips. 'Oh, oh, that is not a good sign,' the sadhu said, looking towards the ceiling. 'Oh, maharaj, please save my parents,' Tulsi cried, 'I am willing to do anything.' 'All right, to find the answer, I have to contact the Spirit,' the sadhu said, stretching his hand towards her, 'Child, don't be alarmed, I am going to place my hand just below your abdomen.' He placed his open palm below her abdomen, precariously near her vagina. The palm started to vibrate vigorously. In doing so, his outstretched thumb was hitting Tulsi's clitoris. 'OH,' Tulsi moaned loudly. To me, it was obvious that the sadhu was doing this on purpose. Before I put a stop to this, I looked at Mohan for his reaction. I was surprised to see that Mohan was smiling and nodding his approval, as he watched the sadhu pounding Tulsi's clitoris with his outstretched thumb. As I was wondering what to do next, the sadhu shouted, 'NEEIIGHH,' followed by 'NAHYAAT', then he listened intently, 'DOOSSSTTATI' he screamed again. Suddenly, he nodded and broke into a smile. His hand stopped vibrating, and he placed it firmly on Tulsi's lower region. I could see that his thumb was pressing Tulsi's clitoris. For the next ten minutes or so, the sadhu continued to "converse" with the evil Spirit, listening, nodding, and smiling at times. 'AH,' the sadhu said, removing his palm from Tulsi's lower abdomen, 'now I know everything.' 'Maharaj, what did the Spirit say?' Tulsi asked, panting. I saw that her face was flushed. I bet the sadhu had made her climax. 'The Spirit was very angry,' the sadhu said to Tulsi, 'It was under the impression that you are purposely holding it captive.' 'But, maharaj, I didn't even know that it was there,' Tulsi said. 'That is what I told the Spirit, and finally, it calmed down,' the sadhu smiled, 'the Spirit wants to leave, but is not finding a way out.' 'Why can't it leave the same way it entered?' I asked, skeptically. 'That is exactly what I suggested,' the sadhu replied, 'apparently this child is very religious, are you?' 'I say my prayers every morning and keep reciting religious mantras, which my parents have taught me, during the day while attending to my duties,' Tulsi replied, proudly. 'That is what the Spirit said, it can't leave the way it entered because she keeps reciting God's name,' the sadhu said, then turning to Tulsi asked, 'Child, are you married?' 'No, maharaj,' she replied, blushing. 'Kya kissi ne tujhe...kya tera malik tujhe chodeta hai? (Has someone...is your master fucking you?),' the sadhu asked, staring suspiciously at Mohan. 'Nahin, maharaj (No, maharaj),' Tulsi replied, her face becoming beet-red, 'meri choot bilkul kori hai (I am a virgin)'. 'Now I know why the Spirit can't leave through her lower passage, because it is closed,' the sadhu said, then turning to Tulsi added, 'you understand what I am saying?' 'Haan maharaj, iss buri Atma ko nikalne ke liye mujhe apni choot phardwani paredgi (Yes, maharaj, to give this evil Spirit a clear path, I will have to lose my virginity),' Tulsi replied. 'Maharaj, if it is only the matter of opening her lower passage, then I can easily do it,' Mohan suggested, grinning broadly. 'Haan, haan, yeh theekh hai. Babuji meri choot phard denge (Yes, yes, this is a good idea. Sir can deflower me),' Tulsi said excitedly, looking gratefully at Mohan, 'phir uss Atma ka nikalne ka raasta saaf ho jayega (and then the passage for the Spirit to leave will be clear).' 'It is not such a simple matter,' the sadhu replied, 'it must be done by a particular person at a particular place.' 'Please, maharaj, tell me, to save my parents, I will cooperate with that person also,' Tulsi begged. 'All right, child, listen carefully,' the sadhu said, 'You will have to go to the right city. There you will meet a tall, handsome man. This man will be of higher social standing than you are. He will like you and call you to his room. You must go to him and let him open your lower passage. Remember, you must obey him without question in all matters.' 'Yes, I will do that,' Tulsi agreed eagerly. 'But, maharaj, how will she recognize the right man and the place?' I asked. 'Both the names will start with 'Sh'. Remember, this must be done within sixty days from today, otherwise the Spirit has told me that it will put a curse on your parents, and they will die before sunset of the seventieth day from today. Now I must go,' the sadhu said, standing up. As the sadhu was leaving, he said, 'One word of caution, let the man take the initiative. If you lose your cool, then the Spirit will not leave, and your sacrifice will go to waste.' 'Don't worry, maharaj, I will remain as cool as a cucumber,' Tulsi replied confidently.'What if in her eagerness to save her parents, she does take the initiative, then what must she do to make the Spirit to leave?' Mohan asked. 'In that case, she will have to do the same with AAM, what she did with the man,' the sadhu elaborated. 'Aam (mango)?' Tulsi repeated, 'maharaj, aam ko kaise chodete hain? (maharaj, how does one fuck a mango?)' 'She is right,' I said, 'maharaj, you must clarify this point before leaving.' 'My child, God is great. If and when the time comes, then HE will show you the right path,' is all the sadhu would say. Then with a loud, 'GOD IS GREAT,' he left the room. 'I am glad that the hocus pocus man is gone,' I said to Mohan, as Tulsi went to see the sadhu off, 'Did you notice, first he wanted to see Tulsi's choot. When I foiled his plan, he banged his thumb on her clit, till the poor girl came.' 'Instead of calling him names, you should be thankful to him,' Mohan replied, 'Now all Adi's problems are solved. Tulsi has agreed to let a man, whose name starts with 'Sh' to take her cherry. Shamit also starts with 'Sh'. All we have to do is to take Tulsi to Shimla and invite Shamit.' 'Gosh! Mohan you are right,' I exclaimed, 'I was so involved in making sure that, that the rogue does not molest Tulsi that I completely overlooked this aspect.' Just then Tulsi returned after seeing the sadhu off. 'I am so glad that you allowed maharaj to come in, otherwise my parents would surely have died a premature death,' she said smiling, then suddenly became sad and added, 'but how will I save them, I never go anywhere.' 'Have faith in God. He sent maharaj here and He will also look after the rest.' I said, barely able to stop myself from giggling. 'You think so?' she asked innocently. 'Of course, have faith in Him,' Mohan said, 'God is great.' Tulsi gave a sigh of relief. In the evening we went over to Rashmi's, to tell them the good news. I was so excited that as soon as we entered, I said excitedly, 'Listen, you won't believe what happened today.' 'Tulsi has agreed to give her cherry to Shamit,' Rashmi replied. 'You told them,' I accused Mohan. Suddenly, all three burst out laughing. 'Why are you laughing?' I asked, perplexed. This made them laugh even louder. 'Didn't you know that the sadhu was no other than Abhi,' Mohan replied, still laughing. 'Mohan, I am very angry with you,' I said, 'you knew and did not tell me.' 'Sweetheart, don't be angry,' Mohan replied, 'In the beginning I was also fooled by his disguise but when you took Tulsi into the bedroom, Abhi revealed himself. We wanted you to act naturally that is the reason why we did not tell you.' 'Abhi, congratulations, you are a great actor,' I said, 'you had me completely fooled.' 'If I fooled you then I bet Tulsi is also fully convinced that I was the real McCoy,' Abhi said. 'Oh yes, she can hardly wait to sacrifice her virginity and save her parents from their untimely demise,' Mohan chuckled. 'Madhu, I have a bone to pick with you,' Abhi said, 'Why did you not let me look at her kori choot (virgin cunt)?' 'I would have, if I had known it was you,' I giggled, 'but you did manage to make her cum with your thumb.' 'I thought so too,' Abhi laughed. 'Abhi, what did you mean by that she has to do the same with a mango?' I asked. 'Madhu, not a mango but AAM, which is the acronym for Amit, Abhi and Mohan,' Abhi explained laughing, 'You think we would let Shamit fuck the pretty Tulsi alone, no way. We also want a piece of her choot.' 'Abhi, you are not only a good actor but also a very sly man,' I chuckled. 'Now all you have to do is to find an excuse to feed her birth control pills,' Abhi said, 'we wouldn't want young Tulsi to get pregnant, would we?' When we returned home, Tulsi was sniffling. Her eyes were bloodshot, she had been crying. 'Tulsi, has anything happened?' I asked, having visions of her being raped by an intruder in our absence. 'Oh madam!' she exclaimed and started to cry. 'Tulsi, stop crying and tell me what is bothering you?' I asked, hugging her. 'Oh madam, what if I get pregnant?' she wailed, 'my parents will die of shame, it will be a fate worse than death for them.' 'God is really great,' I thought. 'Is that all?' Mohan said, calmly, 'Madhu, give her your birth control pills. I will get some more tomorrow.' I brought the pills and explained how they were to be taken, warning her that she must under no circumstances miss even one day. 'Oh thank you,' Tulsi gushed, 'you have taken a load off my mind.' 'This reminds me Mohan, you never did get the pills,' Madhu didi said. 'Sorry my dear, I forgot,' Mohan replied, 'I will get them tomorrow.' Tulsi was overjoyed when we told her that she was coming with us on a holiday to Shimla. 'SSSHHHIIMMMLLLAAA! HERE I COME,' she screamed, gushing with happiness, 'Madam, you were right, God is great.' 'This is how we, no Abhi convinced Tulsi to lose her virginity to Shamit,' Madhu didi said, concluding her story. Shamit and Amit arrived the next day around teatime. Madhu didi introduced Shamit and Amit to Kanchi and Tulsi. Kanchi greeted them respectfully but Tulsi shouted, 'WHAT DID YOU SAY? HIS NAME IS SHH...FIRST SH...SHIMLA AND NOW SH...SHAMIT, THANK YOU GOD, YOU ARE REALLY GREAT,' Tulsi shouted, running out of the room. Bewildered Shamit asked, 'What is with this girl? Is she mad?' 'No Shamit, she is not mad but only excited,' Madhu didi said, relating not only Tulsi's but also Kanchi's story. 'Shamit, remember that you have to make Tulsi take the initiative otherwise she may not let us fuck her,' Abhi said. 'I'll try my best,' Shamit replied, 'if that fails, I can always order her to screw you guys too.' 'I purposely built in that safe guard,' Abhi replied, 'it would be desirable if she thinks that she had to agree because of her mistake.' We discussed the course of action. It was decided that we wait for a day or two before proceeding with our agenda. During the next twenty-four hours nothing happened but I noticed that Tulsi was acting very strangely. 'Didi, what is with Tulsi?' I asked Madhu didi, 'she seems to be following Shamit around and if he is nice to someone she frowns and starts to cry.' 'I noticed it too,' Madhu didi laughed, 'she is just being childish. She thinks that God has made Shamit for her alone.' 'I will soon put an end to it,' I replied, getting angry. 'Adi don't. It is just puppy love,' Madhu didi said, 'she will be all right after all four have fucked her.' Two days later at teatime, we discussed the matter again. 'I think we should get on with our program,' jijaji said, 'Kanchi has reminded me twice.' 'What did you tell her?' Rashmi didi asked, 'she looked pleased as punch.' 'The only way I could pacify her was to tell her that I had a plan to fuck her in front of her mistress, so that we can continue fucking, without fear of discovery, even after we returned home,' jijaji explained. 'Now, if you don't fuck her, she will be very, very angry,' Madhu didi laughed. 'That is exactly what I am hoping for,' jijaji replied smiling. 'Yes, we must start,' Shamit concurred, 'Tulsi is getting into my hair.' 'Shamit, all you have to do is to ask her and she will come running into your arms,' Rashmi said. 'And Abhi can make Kanchi jealous by fucking one of us in front of her, so that she crawls into Amit's bed willingly,' Madhu didi added. 'You may be right,' Amit answered, 'but Shamit and I have decided that we will fuck them in front of every one, so that all four of us can enjoy their tight cunts.' 'It is a great idea. Thanks guys,' jijaji said, 'we must find another way.' 'I think we should start tonight after dinner,' jiju said, 'but the question is, what do we do?' 'Let us play a game of cards with a wager to make it interesting,' Shamit suggested. 'It won't work,' Madhu didi said, 'the maids won't bite. They don't have spare money to gamble.' 'Who said anything about money?' Shamit answered, 'we will play teen patti (three cards also known as flush/flash, a game like poker but played with three cards instead of five). The loser of each deal forfeits a garment he or she is wearing, while the winner can ask anyone to do what he or she commands.' 'Oh you mean strip poker but with the rules of teen patti,' jiju said. 'Absolutely,' Shamit said, 'when they are naked then most of their inhibitions will disappear. In this state they are more likely to agree to letting all four of us fuck them and the game will also provide entertainment.' 'That is true,' I said, 'What happens if we are naked and the virgins still retain their clothes? After all it is a gamble.' 'That would be just purrrrfect,' Sarit purred. 'Sarit darling,' Amit said, 'your turn will also come.' 'You don't know Amit, give him a pack of cards and he will make them tango,' Shamit laughed. 'Amit, I did not know this side of yours,' I laughed. 'I have many other qualities that you are still ignorant about,' Amit laughed. 'Where is the guarantee that the maids will agree to join our game,' I asked. 'I have thought of this also,' Shamit replied, 'should such a situation arise, then Abhi can indicate to Kanchi that it is part of his plan and I will see to it that Tulsi joins in. Shanti and Basanti won't object, they know why we are here.' 'Okay any more doubts?' jiju asked, 'No. Good it is decided that is what we do.' We then discussed the rules and modalities in detail. 'Everyone is to assemble in our room in half an hour, we will play fun games,' Madhu didi announced, after dinner, ' and you four also join us in the fun.' When we all had assembled in Madhu didi's bedroom jiju announced, 'We will play teen patti.There was a chorus of protests from the maids. 'Yeh toh jua hai. Hamare paas paise nahin hai (It is gambling. We don't have money),' Kanchi said. 'She is right,' Tulsi said, 'I don't even know how to play the game.' Basanti looked questioningly at Sarit and me. I nodded. 'I have neither the money nor do I know how to play this game, but I think it will be fun. I will play,' Basanti said. 'Me too,' Shanti affirmed. 'Listen, girls, we are not going to play with money,' jiju explained, 'the loser of a deal will have to forfeit a garment he or she is wearing. The winner of the deal can ask anyone to do anything, but only with the part of the body which is exposed.' I was watching Kanchi and jijaji. Kanchi, raising her eyebrow, looked at jijaji. He winked at her and nodded. 'I am also willing to try,' Kanchi declared. 'Tulsi, what about you?' jiju asked. She still hesitated. 'Come on, Tulsi, join us,' Shamit coaxed, 'you can sit next to your mistress, she will help you.' 'If you say so, then I will also play,' Tulsi said, obediently. 'Good girl,' Shamit replied, patting her on her back. Tulsi grinned happily. 'In case of any dispute, Mohan, being the eldest, will be the umpire. Agreed?' jijaji suggested. All agreed. We spread out a sheet on the carpet and settled down. 'Two things first,' jiju said, 'as per the rules of the game, the players deal by rotation, but I suggest that only one person deals. Any objections?' There were no objections. 'Okay, now who wants to deal?' jiju asked. There were cries of 'not me' 'not me' from us and 'we don't know how' from the maids. 'Amit, why don't you deal?' Shamit said. 'Okay, as some of us don't know how to play this game, let us remove the gambling angle,' Amit replied, shuffling the cards, 'I will deal the cards face up and then determine the winning and the losing hand.' 'Good idea,' we echoed. 'To be fair, we all must have equal number of garments on. I am wearing four,' Amit declared. All the other men were also wearing four items, namely, underpants, vest, shirt and trousers. The ladies, except for Tulsi and Kanchi, who were not wearing panties, were wearing five garments, namely, panties, bra, petticoat, blouse and sari. 'Either you ladies take off your panties or give these two one to wear,' jiju decreed, 'and we will wear socks to make five.' 'Shanti,' Sarit said, 'give them my panties to wear.' 'No didi, Basanti and I will give them ours,' Shanti replied and asked them to follow her. 'Mohan, how about a drink?' jijaji suggested, 'alcohol will help them to relax and also to overcome their natural inhibitions.' 'Capital idea. Whisky soda for all coming up,' Jiju announced. When the maids returned, jiju gave them their glasses. There was no problem with Basanti and Shanti, as they had had drinks with us before, but Kanchi and Tulsi were reluctant. 'I won't. I have never had alcohol before,' Tulsi declared. Kanchi was sitting in between jijaji and me. 'Kanchi, take the glass,' jijaji whispered to her, 'It is part of my plan.' Without further ado, Kanchi accepted the drink. 'Tulsi, even Kanchi is drinking,' Shamit said, 'There is nothing to worry about, it is only fermented grape juice.' Tulsi took her glass, unable to refuse Shamit. The first deal was dealt. Madhu didi whispered into Tulsi's ears. 'What! I have won. Who has lost,' Tulsi shouted, looking around excitedly and taking a big gulp of her drink. The loser was Shanti. 'Yes, yes, take off your sari,' Tulsi ordered, 'and then bow before me and say, "Your Majesty, I am your slave," three times.' Shanti obeyed. 'I like this game,' Tulsi giggled. The game went on. After several deals, I lost and jiju won. 'What do you want me to do?' I asked, unwinding my sari. 'Kiss someone you love,' jiju said. I crawled to Shamit and gave him a long wet kiss, but watched Tulsi from the corner of my eye. She looked angrily at me and then turned her head away. 'She thinks if I can't see it, then it is not happening,' I thought, smiling to myself. Amid lots of shouting and laughing, the game went on. Then Kanchi lost and Amit won. 'Kiss someone you love,' Amit ordered. Kanchi boldly approached jijaji and gave him a long passionate kiss. I watched Rashmi didi. Her expression didn't change. She continued to clap and encourage Kanchi, shouting, 'Go on, Kanchi, go on.' If Kanchi was trying to make Rashmi didi jealous, then she had failed miserably. Two hours and several drinks later, the situation was that all the men had their vests and underpants on. Among the ladies, the situation was slightly different. All of us were still wearing our panties, except for Kanchi and Tulsi, who in addition had their bras on. When it was Sarit's turn to unleash her mountainous boobs, Kanchi said, admiringly, 'Oh didi, you have such beautiful big tits.' 'Thank you, sweetie,' Sarit beamed. In the next deal, Kanchi lost. 'Oh, shaab, must I take off my bra?' Kanchi asked jijaji. 'I'm afraid you must, rules are rules,' he replied. Hesitatingly, Kanchi took off her bra. 'By God, Kanchi, your tits are beautiful, I would love to fondle and kiss them,' Shamit said, reaching out for them. 'Shamit, stop. You can't. Shanti has won this deal, not you. Shanti, what would you like Kanchi to do?' jiju intervened. Shanti thought for a moment and said, 'Kanchi, sing a song in your native language.' Kanchi had a beautiful voice. While she sang, Shamit kept ogling at her tits, reducing poor Tulsi to tears. In the following two deals, Shamit and jiju lost their vests. Then it was Tulsi's turn to lose. She quickly took off her bra and pushed her beautiful boobs towards Shamit, but he merely glanced at them and said, 'Who has won?' The winner was Sarit. Sarit wanted Tulsi to sing a popular song. 'I don't know any popular song, but if you like, I can sing a bhajan (a religious song),' Tulsi said, trying to hold back her tears. 'Okay, do that,' Sarit replied. Tulsi sang, but she lost control of her tears. They ran down her cheeks like two rivulets. 'I don't want to play anymore, I am very sleepy,' she said, when she had finished, then placing her head on Madhu didi's lap, closed her eyes and curled up on the floor. Kanchi's eyes were also heavy with sleep. 'All right,' jiju said, 'it is getting late, but tomorrow we will continue from here. Okay?' 'Whatever you say,' Kanchi and Tulsi mumbled. 'Basanti, Shanti, you take them to their room and after tucking them in the bed, come back here,' Shamit said. 'Why did you send them away?' Madhu didi said, when the maids had left, 'this was a golden opportunity for you to take their cherry.' 'Maybe, but they were tipsy and sleepy, it would not be fair to them,' Amit replied, 'We want to deflower them when they know what is happening.' Just then Basanti and Shanti returned. 'Girls, keep their cunts nice and hot,' Shamit said, 'we are going to deflower them tomorrow.' 'Yes, we understand. We know what to do,' they nodded and turned to leave. 'Don't you dare put anything in their choot, not even the tip of your tongue,' Amit warned. 'What do we do tonight?' Sarit asked, when the maids had left. 'Tonight, Amit and I are going to fuck your dear sisters,' Shamit proposed. 'It will be our pleasure,' Madhu didi smiled, hugging him, 'whom would you like to have first?' 'I think I will start with the sister of my wife,' Amit declared, 'and in the meanwhile, our respected brothers-in-law can revisit the choots of our dear wives.' That night our husbands concentrated on our sisters, while jiju and jijaji fucked Sarit and me. In the morning around eight, Basanti and Shanti brought morning tea for us. While we were sipping our tea, Madhu didi asked, 'What are the virgins doing?' 'They are just opening their eyes,' Basanti replied, grinning. 'Shanti, what happened last night?' Amit inquired. 'When we returned to our room, both of them were asleep,' Shanti said, 'I got into Kanchi's bed and started to kiss and fondle her tits. She moaned loudly and opened her eyes. 'Oh, Shanti, this feels very good,' she murmured. 'This will feel better,' I said, pushing my hand inside her panties and rubbing her choot. 'Oh, Shanti, how I wish you were a man,' she moaned. 'Sorry I can't fuck you, but if you like, I can eat your pussy,' I replied. 'Will you?' she asked, surprised, and when I nodded, she added, 'Oh yes, please eat my choot.' I then licked her cunt till she came three times. We then went to sleep in each other's arms. In my opinion, she is impatient to be fucked,' Shanti concluded. 'Basanti, how did it go with you and Tulsi?' Shamit asked. 'Tulsi was fast asleep when I got into her bed,' Basanti started her story, 'Like Shanti, I kissed her and squeezed her boobs, but that didn't wake her. All she did was moan and mumble something. Sir, I didn't understand what she said, but it sounded like your name.' 'A good sign,' jiju laughed, 'Shamit, she was apparently dreaming about you. What did you do next?' 'I pushed my hand inside her panties and pressed her swollen clit,' Basanti continued, 'suddenly she opened her eyes wide.' 'Oh, it is you,' she said, 'Basanti, please stop, it is not right.' 'What is the harm if it gives you pleasure?' I asked, kissing her on the mouth. 'No, Basanti, please don't,' she said, 'it is a sin for two women to do this.' Just then, Kanchi moaned loudly. 'Look at Shanti and Kanchi, they are enjoying themselves. Don't you want to feel the pleasure Kanchi is experiencing?' I asked. 'Yes, but...' she started, but I cut her off. 'No buts, just relax and enjoy,' I told her and started to eat her pussy till she said, 'Basanti, stop, I can't take it any more.''We then went to sleep in a close embrace,' Basanti said, finishing her tale. 'Sir, her vagina is very small, you will really enjoy yourself enlarging it,' Basanti giggled. 'I hope you did not put your tongue inside it,' Shamit asked. 'Frankly, I was tempted to, but I remembered your instruction and refrained from doing so,' Basanti laughed. 'Things are progressing well,' jiju remarked. 'Yes, but now for the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back,' Shamit laughed, 'you two take the trays away and tell them that you saw Abhi fucking Sarit and me screwing Madhu.' 'SHAMIT!' Rashmi and I shouted, glaring at him angrily for being left out of the fun, while Madhu and Sarit grinned happily. 'Darlings, this is not about having fun but strategy,' he drawled, and then turning to the maids, added brusquely, 'What the hell are you standing there for, go girls go.' Within a few minutes, the door banged open. Kanchi and Tulsi, still naked, burst in with Basanti and Shanti bringing up the rear. Kanchi didn't say a word but stood glaring angrily at Abhi pumping Sarit's vagina. Tulsi, on the other hand, screamed, 'OH SIR, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?' 'Are you blind? Can't you see that he is screwing my sister?' I said, rubbing salt into her wounds. Tulsi opened her mouth to respond to my taunt, but Rashmi intervened, saying, 'Do you girls realize that you are naked?' 'OH MY GOD,' they screamed, looking down at their nakedness. Then, covering their naked vaginas with their hands, they ran out of the room. 'Now that the mission has been accomplished, you two can stop humping the ladies,' jiju said, 'remember you must remain fresh for the afternoon's session.' It was now the turn of Madhu and Sarit to be disappointed for being left hanging in between, as both Shamit and jijaji withdrew their cocks from their vaginas. 'Mohan, you could have at least waited until we came,' Madhu complained. 'Sorry, darling, I was only thinking of the mission at hand,' jiju apologized, 'maybe they can eat your pussy and make you cum.' 'Ah, now that it is about pleasure,' Rashmi laughed, 'who is going to make Adi and me cum?' Then the men licked our vaginas and made us cum. When we had finished, jiju asked, 'What did you tell them?' We were giggling when we returned to our room. 'Why are you giggling?' Tulsi asked. 'Because my master is fucking your mistress,' I replied. 'What is my husband doing?' Kanchi inquired. 'He is fucking my mistress,' Shanti said. 'It took a minute for what we had said to sink into their befuddled minds, but when it did, they sprang out of bed and ran to your room,' Basanti giggled. 'You did well,' Shamit said, 'you both deserve a hug.' 'What? Only a measly hug?' they complained, pouting their lips. 'Just wait,' Shamit laughed, 'you will also be fucked soon.' 'Promise?' they asked, shamelessly. 'Absolutely,' Shamit confirmed. They left grinning like apes. After breakfast, the men announced that they were going into town to buy fresh fruits and vegetables. We, the ladies, left on our own and decided to have our hair oiled. While oiling Madhu's hair, Tulsi continued to sniffle. 'Tulsi, what is wrong with you?' Madhu inquired, 'Have you caught a cold?' 'No, madam,' she wailed, 'I am afraid that I won't be able to save my parents. They will die because he doesn't like me.' 'Don't be silly, I know that Shamit likes you very much,' Madhu replied. 'I don't believe you, last night when she,' Tulsi cried, throwing a dirty look at Kanchi, 'bared her breasts, he went gaga over them, but when I showed my boobs to him, he just looked away.' 'Tulsi, relax, maybe he was preoccupied,' Madhu consoled her, 'Only this morning, he mentioned that he had not seen more beautiful breasts than yours.' 'If this is so, then why was he fucking you in the morning?' Tulsi asked. 'TULSI, NOW YOU ARE CROSSING THE LINE,' Madhu shouted, but then, controlling her anger, added, 'don't read too much into it. He wanted to fuck me, and I let him, after all, it's a man's world.' 'I am sorry I didn't mean it that way,' Tulsi apologized but continued to sniffle, 'I don't think he likes me at all.' 'Tulsi, just be patient and learn not to be jealous,' Rashmi advised, 'I am telling you that Shamit will definitely fuck you after lunch.' 'Really! I am so happy,' Tulsi beamed. Reassured, her smile returned, and she did all her work with a tune on her lips. After lunch, we all assembled in Madhu's bedroom. 'All right, we will now continue yesterday's game,' jiju announced, 'please undress and leave only those clothes on, which you were wearing last night when we finished.' For a moment, I thought that Tulsi would protest, but she proved me wrong. It was Kanchi who hesitated, but Tulsi took off her clothes in a trice. The game started. In the first two deals, Amit and jijaji lost their vests. In the following four hands, Basanti, Shanti, Sarit, and I had to take off our panties. Then Kanchi lost, and Amit was the winner. 'Take off your panties,' jiju said. 'Yes, take it off,' Shamit urged, 'let us see if your vagina is also as beautiful as your breasts.' Blushing sweetly, Kanchi hesitatingly took off her panties. 'OOOOO! Kanchi, your vagina is very pretty,' the men whistled. 'They were right, it was very beautiful,' I thought. Amit stood up and, pushing down his underpants, said, 'I want to fuck now.' 'God, a man's cock is so big and thick!' Kanchi whispered loudly, seeing Amit's erection. 'I think I will fuck Tulsi,' Amit said. 'Gosh no,' Tulsi said, hiding behind Madhu, 'madam, help me, I will not let him fuck me.' 'Amit, you can't fuck Tulsi, she still has her panties on,' jiju ruled, before Madhu could react. Emboldened by jiju's decision, Tulsi emerged from behind Madhu's back, pointing to her panties and showing Amit her thumb, said tauntingly, 'You can't fuck me, see with your own eyes, I still have my panties on.' 'If that is so, then I will fuck Kanchi,' Amit laughed, putting his arms around her waist. 'No! You won't,' Kanchi said, extricating herself from Amit's arm and complained to jijaji, 'Sir, Amit wants to deflower me.' 'Let him, I can't do anything. Rules are such,' jijaji shrugged. For a minute, Kanchi stared unbelievingly at jijaji, then shrugging, walked to Amit and said, 'Do what you like, I am willing.' Amit took her in his arms and started to kiss her and fondle her firm breasts. 'Now I will also fuck someone,' Shamit said, dropping his drawers and exposing his erect cock, looked towards Basanti and Shanti. 'Why someone, fuck your Tulsi,' Tulsi said, excitedly, forgetting to remain calm. 'Tulsi, no, as per rules...' jiju started to say, but Tulsi was too excited to listen. 'You and your rules,' she replied, interrupting him. Then, pushing down her panties, added, 'look, now I am naked,' and jumping into Shamit's arms, tried to impale herself on his erect rod. 'Stop! Not like this, my dear,' Shamit chuckled, 'first let me kiss and play with your beautiful breasts.' 'You like them?' Tulsi asked, 'but yesterday...' 'Forget yesterday,' Shamit replied, 'Today, I declare in front of all present that you have the prettiest pair of breasts in this room.' 'Really!' Tulsi giggled and tried to impale herself again. 'Tulsi, wait,' Shamit said, 'I will fuck you, but first let us watch Amit and Kanchi fuck.' 'Alright,' Tulsi giggled. 'I have never seen fucking before.' In the meanwhile, Amit had laid Kanchi on the bed. Kanchi was moaning with pleasure as Amit licked her virgin vagina. 'Now I am going to look at your vagina,' Amit declared, raising her legs. 'Oooo, her vagina is very small, how will such a big and thick cock enter it?' Tulsi said, expressing her misgivings. 'Come here, I will show you how my cock enters your vagina,' Amit said, beckoning Tulsi to him. 'No, I won't let you fuck me,' Tulsi said, taking refuge behind Shamit. 'I was only joking,' Amit chuckled and got on top of Kanchi. Tulsi got down on her knees to get a better view of the proceedings. Amit, placing his cock on Kanchi's virgin hole, pressed forward. 'OH,' Kanchi groaned, as the phallus disappeared into her fuck hole. 'Oooo, Amit's cock has entered Kanchi's vagina very easily,' Tulsi said, surprised. Then Amit, pulling back a little, gave a hard shove. 'AAAAYYYYIIIEEEEE,' Kanchi screamed in pain as Amit's cock, rendering her hymen, penetrated deep into her vagina. 'Madam, is fucking very painful?' Tulsi asked. 'No, just a little,' Madhu replied, 'then it is all pleasure.' 'Tulsi, I will fuck you now,' Shamit said. 'AT LAST,' Tulsi shouted and immediately lay on the bed, raised her legs, exposing her vagina for all to see.'Omigosh, her hole was even smaller than Kanchi's,' I thought, 'Basanti was right, Shamit will enjoy making it larger.' Shamit got on top of her and, placing his cock at the entrance, rammed his hardness into her. 'AAAAYYYYIIIIEEEE,' she screamed as Shamit's cock tore through her virginal barrier. 'Oh madam, it is hurting,' Tulsi groaned with tears in her eyes. 'It will soon abate,' Shamit said, kissing away her tears, then turning to jiju and jijaji, added, 'Why don't you both fuck Basanti and Shanti? Look, their cunt juice is running down their legs.' They did not have to be told twice. They quickly laid them down on the bed and entered their cunts. It was a sight to watch. The room was filled with moans of pleasure. Four cocks were going in and out of four cunts. Four bottoms were going up and down, while the other four bottoms were keeping rhythm with them. 'Y...HESSS, Y...HESS, HARDER. OHH I AM THERE. OHHH YESSSSSSSS,' suddenly Kanchi screamed as she came, and a couple of strokes later Amit, with a loud grunt, also squirted his load into her cunt. When Shamit got off after shooting his load into Tulsi's cunt, she asked, 'Aapko Tulsi ki choot pasund aayi? (Did you enjoy Tulsi's cunt?)' 'Yes Tulsi, I really enjoyed taking your cherry,' Shamit declared, 'I have fucked many virgins but none had a cunt as tight as yours.' 'Is that so, let me see how tight her cunt is,' Amit said, trying to get on top of her. 'No, I will not let you fuck me,' Tulsi said, covering her cunt with her hands and pressing her thighs tightly together. 'Tulsi, the maharaj had told you not to take the initiative, which you did. Now you must do the same with AAM what you did with Shamit, otherwise the sacrifice of your virginity will go to waste,' Madhu didi reminded her. 'Yes, that is true. In my anxiety, I lost my head and took the initiative, but how can a mango fuck me?' Tulsi replied, starting to weep. 'You are right, a mango cannot fuck you. Therefore, I think by AAM the maharaj did not mean a mango but Amit, Abhi and Mohan. AAM is the acronym of their names,' Madhu didi explained. 'You think so?' Tulsi asked, still uncertain. 'Absolutely, but it is your decision,' Madhu didi continued, 'whether you want to save your parents or not.' Tulsi was in two minds and asked Shamit for advice. 'To be on the safe side, I would,' Shamit told her. Slowly Tulsi removed her hands covering her cunt and spread her thighs. 'Sir, you can fuck me if you want to,' she said, looking invitingly at Amit. 'Amit, you fuck her, and in the meanwhile, I will check out Kanchi's cunt,' Shamit said. Then the men screwed all the four maids once each. 'Kanchi, I have kept my promise and fucked you in front of my wife,' jijaji said, after he had finished fucking her. 'That you have, but you did not take my cherry,' Kanchi giggled. 'Yes, it couldn't be helped. I hope you are not angry with me on that count?' jijaji asked. 'I was, but not now. I forgive you,' Kanchi laughed, kissing him. 'What shall we do now?' Rashmi didi asked, 'The men are pooped out.' 'Why don't you girls enjoy together?' jiju suggested. We all agreed. Madhu didi paired up with Basanti, Rashmi didi took Shanti, and Kanchi chose Sarit, saying, 'Oh, may I touch those beautiful big boobs?' 'Be my guest,' Sarit laughed, embracing her. 'Oh didi, they are so huge,' Kanchi said, kissing and squeezing them. Madhu didi and Rashmi didi were already in sixty-nine position with the more experienced Basanti and Shanti. 'Shall we also do what they are doing?' Sarit asked Kanchi, pointing towards the sixty-nining couples. 'Oh yes,' Kanchi sighed. Tulsi and I were left. 'Tulsi, your tight cunt has given the men so much pleasure. Now let me give your cunt a treat, while you eat my pussy,' I said, getting into sixty-nine position with her and started to lick her cunt. At first, she did nothing, but when I pressed my cunt into her face, she gave my cunt a couple of kisses. 'Go on Tulsi, lick her cunt, you will like it. I do it all the time,' Shamit urged. 'Oh, it is not bad at all,' she said after a couple of tentative licks and started to eat my pussy in right earnest. 'Oh Tulsi, it feels so good. Now push your tongue inside my cunt, like I am doing,' I moaned, pushing my tongue deep into her tight cunt. 'Oh Tulsi, your tongue is so long. Y...hes, push it deeper into me,' I moaned. When we had finished, we changed partners. This went on, with a short break for dinner, till it was time to go to bed. Then, before going to bed, the men folk gave their respective wives a shot of cum in their cunts. All twelve of us slept together in the same room. In the morning, Tulsi was a changed girl. She roamed around naked and urged other maids to follow suit. 'Tulsi, why are you naked?' Madhu didi inquired. 'If someone wants to fuck me, then I don't want the bother of undressing,' she replied. 'But we are not going to have sex till after lunch,' Madhu didi explained. 'Madam, you only said that it's a man's world. Who knows when one of them wants to fuck? I want to be ready for that eventuality,' she replied innocently. The men liked her idea. The result was that none of us was permitted to wear any clothes. We were lucky that the cottage was so isolated. During the sex session in the afternoon, Tulsi was most sought after by the men because of her tight cunt and the women wanted to experience her long tongue again. The program was similar to the one day before. First fucking, followed by pussy eating, when the men were recharging their batteries. During this session, we realized that Tulsi could not get enough of sex, may it be a cock in her cunt or it was pussy eating. 'I think it is time for Kanchi and Tulsi to lose their ass hole cherry,' Madhu didi suggested at dinner. 'Madhu, you are a sweetheart,' Shamit agreed, 'I was wondering when to do it. Tomorrow Amit will take Tulsi's butt cherry, and I will do the same with Kanchi.' The following afternoon, Tulsi quickly lay down on the bed, announcing, 'Aaj sabse pahele mujhe kaun chodega? (Who will be the first to fuck me today?)' 'No one,' jijaji replied, 'today, we are going to fuck you in your ass holes.' 'We are ready,' Basanti and Shanti declared, getting into gaand fuck position, but Kanchi and Tulsi protested, 'Hai, gaand main nahin (Please, not in the ass hole).' 'Don't be stupid,' Basanti told them, 'you will love it.' 'I don't know,' Kanchi replied, still undecided, 'won't it hurt?' 'Just a little at first,' Shanti said, 'and then it will be only pleasure.' 'Yes, she is right,' Rashmi didi proclaimed, 'they will use vaseline to reduce the pain.' 'If this is so, then I am willing,' Kanchi said, getting into gaand fuck position next to Basanti and Shanti. But Tulsi was still not ready. 'Tulsi, why must you always be the spoil sport,' Shamit said sternly, 'get on the bed like the others.' Tulsi could not refuse Shamit, but she still had an ace up her sleeve. 'Agar maine apni gaand phardwani hee hai tau aap phardo (If I have to lose my ass hole cherry, then you take it),' she begged Shamit. 'No, Amit will take your gaand cherry,' Shamit declared, 'Mohan and Abhi will oblige Basanti and Shanti, and I will take Kanchi's ass hole cherry.' The task of greasing their ass holes fell on us. 'All right, the gaands are ready,' I declared, 'Would you like to 123?' 'Why not,' the twins replied, 'you count'. After explaining what it meant to jiju and jijaji, I counted loudly, 'ONE.' The men spread their girl's ass cheeks and placed their cocks at the entrance. 'TWO,' I shouted. They took a firm grip of their partner. Basanti and Shanti knew what to expect and braced themselves against the impending pain. But Kanchi and Tulsi were taken unawares when I shouted, 'THREE.' The men rammed their cocks into the waiting gaand of their partner. 'AAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE,' all four screamed in a chorus. 'OH MY GOD IT HURTS,' Kanchi complained. 'The pain will soon subside,' Rashmi didi said, consoling them, but Tulsi was not to be consoled so easily. 'HEY BHAGWAN MERI GAAND PHUTT GAYI (OH MY GOD MY POOR ASSHOLE),' she screamed, 'NIKALO, APNA LAURDA MERI GAAND MAIN SE NIKALO. DARD KE MAARE MERI JAAN NIKALI JA RAHI HAI (TAKE IT OUT, PULL OUT YOUR COCK FROM MY ASS HOLE. I AM DYING OF PAIN).' For a moment, Amit was taken aback by her strong reaction and stopped pumping her butt. 'Amit, ignore her and continue with what you were doing,' Shamit advised, 'After a few pushes, she will like it and stop screaming.' This is exactly what happened. After they had finished, Tulsi smiled, 'Boy! That was nice. Who is next?' In the next round, Shamit fucked Tulsi's butt, and Kanchi took Amit's cock in her ass hole. Jiju and jijaji also exchanged their partners. 'We have fucked the asshole of Basanti and Shanti many times, but have yet to make acquaintance with the rear entrance of Madhu and Rashmi,' Amit declared, before the third round. 'No need to wait any longer,' they replied, getting into position. In the next two rounds, the twins fucked our sisters by turns, and our brothers-in-law checked out the ass holes of Tulsi and Kanchi. Thereafter, it was back to pussy eating. Next morning, as usual, the maids served us our morning tea. 'Which of you girls would like to suck my cock,' Shamit said, pointing to his erection. 'I'll do it,' Basanti volunteered. 'Why you and not me?' Tulsi retorted. 'Do you know that you will have to swallow his cum?' Basanti asked. Tulsi hesitated for a brief moment. 'I will do that too,' she affirmed stoutly.'Kanchi, I think you can take care of my hard-on,' Amit suggested, 'and you two beauties can do the same to Abhi and Mohan.' The education of Tulsi and Kanchi was now complete. In the remaining days of our holiday, the men fucked us in both our holes, and we sucked them off and ate pussy. We even practiced double fucking, which soon became very popular. 'Adi, how would you like to take all four of us together?' Amit asked one afternoon at the start of a new session. 'One cock in the front, the second in the rear, the third one in your mouth, and the fourth one in your hand.' 'I'd love to,' I replied. 'No, it's not fair. I want to do it,' Sarit complained. 'Last time when we double-fucked, she went first also.' 'No, sweetheart, you won't,' Shamit said, coming to my defense. 'It was you who made the rule: eldest goes first.' 'Okay, then by that yardstick, Madhu didi should be first, followed by Rashmi didi and then Adi,' Sarit proclaimed. 'Correct. I have asked them. They said to go ahead, as they are feeling nauseated,' Amit explained. 'They will take their turn last.' 'Sorry, Sarit,' I said, sticking out my tongue at her. On the last evening of our holiday, the maids were in the kitchen, and we sat in the sitting room nursing our drinks. 'This holiday was very enjoyable,' Madhu didi said. 'How I wish it could go on forever.' 'It can, if you wish,' Amit replied. 'How?' Rashmi didi inquired. 'Shamit and I have already given it a lot of thought,' Amit explained. 'Mohan and Abhi could give up their present jobs and shift to where we live.' 'We could have shifted too, but to wind up an established business is not desirable,' Shamit clarified. 'With their qualifications and experience, it will be easy to find a good, I would say, even a better job,' Amit continued. 'They can start their own business too, if they so desire. We have many contacts, and it won't be difficult to make it go.' 'Don't worry about money. If they don't mind, then we can advance it or help them to get it from banks,' Shamit concluded. 'We all could live together and have fun like we did here,' Shamit added. 'We plan to shift into a bigger place anyway, and if you decide to join us, then we could always find a house large enough for four families.' 'It is an idea worth thinking about,' jiju replied. 'Can we bring our maids with us?' Madhu didi asked. 'Of course,' Shamit laughed. 'Without Kanchi and Tulsi, our group will be incomplete.'

Part 5

Authors/SAHEBJI/IT'S A MAN'S WORLD 5.txt

Sahebji

IT'S A MAN'S WORLD

'Shamit, you are mistaken. I was a virgin,' I said, crossing my fingers, 'Absence of the hymen has no meaning. It can tear because of many other reasons as well.' 'Yes, that is so,' Shamit said, 'but the choot (cunt) remains tight and not loose like yours.' 'So was I,' Sarit said nervously, 'Amit, remember it hurt me so much that I screamed when you entered me for the first time.' 'Yes, my dear, how can I forget that,' Amit smiled, 'All I can say is that you are an excellent actress but not good enough to fool me.' I saw beads of perspiration forming on Sarit's forehead. I prayed to God that Sarit doesn't lose her cool, as she had done when our sisters blamed us for sleeping with their husbands. 'Shamit, believe me, I was a virgin,' I repeated. 'Listen, you two, we are not fools,' Shamit said, 'Before marriage, we had fucked many girls, three of them were virgins. We know how it feels to deflower a girl.' 'Yes, a virgin's choot is tight, but your choots were loose. Apparently, you had been well fucked by someone before your marriage. Right, brother?' Amit added. 'Absolutely,' Shamit said, 'The best course for you is to tell us everything.' Sarit started to cry. I could sense that Sarit was about to say something foolish and tried to stop her. 'Sarit, don't...' I started to say, but she was no longer thinking rationally. She ignored my warning. 'Adi, I was afraid of this,' Sarit said, with tears running down her cheeks, 'I knew they would find out that we were not virgins and had been fucked.' 'Good girl,' Amit laughed, offering her a handkerchief, 'Now tell us who took your cherry and who all have enjoyed your cunts before us.' Sarit started to confess, but I interrupted her, not knowing what all she might say in her present state. 'Sarit, let me tell them,' I intervened. Then I told them everything except what happened on the holiday with our sisters. 'Accha, toh hamare jija logon ne tumhari choot phardne ka mazaa liya? (So it was our brothers-in-law who had the pleasure of popping your cherry?)' Shamit asked. We nodded. 'Unhone tumhari gaand bhi maari hogi? (They must have fucked your asshole also?)' Amit inquired. We nodded. 'Tumne unka laurda bhi choosa hoga? (You must have sucked their cocks also?)' Amit continued. We nodded again. 'I am glad that you have told us everything,' Shamit said. 'Why are you making such a fuss about it?' Sarit asked, 'We have not said anything to you about all the girls you say you have fucked before our marriage?' 'Daaarlinnng,' Amit drawled laughing, 'you forget that it's a man's world. We'll tell you if you want, but the list is long, it will take time.' 'Forget it, we are not interested,' I said, 'Now that you know the truth, what do you plan to do?' 'Yes, tell us, do you still plan to divorce us?' Sarit asked, nervously. 'We don't know. We will have to discuss it among ourselves,' Shamit replied, 'We must go now, but we will give you our decision at lunch.' 'Oh Adi, I am so sorry. I have let you down again,' Sarit said, when they had left and started to weep, 'When I get nervous, I don't know what I am saying.' I embraced her and let her cry for some time. 'Sarit darling, don't cry, it is not your fault,' I said, trying to console her, 'Actually, I am to blame, if I had not tricked you into losing your cherry, then at least you would have been a virgin.' 'Oh Adi,' Sarit said. Then we both cried on each other's shoulder. 'Our society is not fair,' Sarit said, suddenly freeing herself from my embrace and wiping her tears, 'A man can fuck a hundred girls before marriage, and everyone says he is a great guy, a Casanova, but if a girl enjoys herself even once, then she is damned.' 'Such is life,' I replied, 'and as Amit said, it is a man's world, the men make the rules, and we women have to live by them.' 'What shall we do now?' Sarit asked, 'If our parents find out, then they will surely kill us.' 'Don't worry, we will see it through together,' I replied, 'but first, let us wait for their decision.' 'Oh Adi, I am so glad that you are with me,' Sarit said, hugging me. 'What are friends for?' I replied, hugging her back. As promised, our husbands came home at lunchtime. We ate our lunch in silence. After lunch, Sarit couldn't control herself and burst out, 'What have you two decided?' 'Ah yes, our decision,' Amit replied, smiling, 'We have decided that we will not divorce you pro....' 'Thank God for that,' Sarit said, sighing with relief. 'Don't start celebrating yet, let me finish,' Amit chuckled, 'Where was I? Yes! We have decided not to divorce you provided you fulfill two of our conditions.' 'What conditions,' I asked. 'First, we get to fuck your sisters,' Amit said. 'Hai, aap humaari behenon ko chodena chahate ho? (O my God, you want to fuck our sisters?)' Sarit asked, dismayed. 'Why not?' Shamit said, 'Their husbands fucked our wives, then why can't your husbands fuck their wives also.' 'What is the second condition?' I asked, keeping the real issue in focus. 'Let me explain what I am about to say,' Shamit said, 'In our society, when a man gets married, he looks forward to the pleasure of deflowering his virgin wife. In our case, your brothers-in-law or shall I say our respected brothers-in-law had already taken care of your cherry. Therefore, our second condition is that they provide us with a virgin each to deflower in lieu of the cherry, we should have had but because of them didn't. This would make us even.' 'Now you are being unreasonable,' I replied, 'Firstly, where would they get a virgin for you, and secondly, for argument's sake, if they did have one, then do you think she would still be a virgin today?' 'I agree with you,' Shamit laughed, 'We would have done the same. Anyway, this is their problem, and they alone have to find a solution for it.' 'Be sensible, where would they get a virgin of your choice?' Sarit repeated in desperation. 'Oh, we are not choosy,' Amit snickered, 'She could be anyone, a relative, a friend, or even a servant girl, but she must be young and a virgin.' His words "a servant girl" gave me an idea. 'What would you say if instead of them, we gave you a virgin each to fuck?' I inquired. 'Matters little to us who the provider is. As long as our motto, eye for an eye, choot for a choot and a cherry for a cherry, is complied with,' Shamit laughed. 'Agar yeh baat hai, toh hum aap ko Basanti aur Shanti dete hain. Aap unki choot phard lo (If that is so, we give you the choots of Basanti and Shanti. You can pop their cherry),' I replied with a triumphant smile. 'HA! HA! HA!' they both laughed loudly. 'You mean deflower our Basanti and Shanti? You think they are virgins?' Amit replied, doubling up with laughter. 'Why not? I am sure they are virgins,' Sarit asked, getting worried. 'My dear, we took care of their cherry many months before we married you,' Shamit chuckled. 'Impossible! I don't believe you!' I replied. 'Ask them! They will confirm our statement,' Amit said, still laughing. 'I will just do that,' I replied stubbornly. 'All right, ladies, you do the asking, but we have to get back to the office,' Shamit said, 'One more thing. Till our conditions are fulfilled, we will not sleep together. You both will sleep in my room, and we will occupy Amit's room.' 'WHAT! YOU CAN'T DO THAT. IT IS UNFAIR,' Sarit screamed. 'If you won't sleep with us, then whom will you screw?' I asked incredulously. 'Basanti and Shanti. Who else?' Shamit replied, grinning. 'Our maids? How degrading for us,' Sarit complained. 'Well, that is how it is going to be, my love,' Amit replied, 'Bye! See you later.' 'Gosh, these two bitches. They look so sweet and innocent,' Sarit said in a rage, 'I would never have thought that they would be fucking our husbands behind our backs.' 'This is what our husbands have said,' I replied, 'but let us first ask them before we hang them.' 'Adi, I have an idea,' Sarit whispered, 'If these two bitches can give pleasure to our men, then why can't we also get our pleasure from them.' 'You mean ask them to eat our pussy?' I whispered back. 'Yes. If we have to survive without a cock, then their tongue is a much better option than using our finger,' Sarit giggled. 'What if they say no?' I asked.'If they refuse, then we can always threaten to tell Mama that the maids did not obey us...' '...and they are scared of her, this would persuade them to do what we want,' I said, completing her thought process. 'Side by side, we can revive our old idea about the football team or explore other possibilities,' Sarit laughed, clapping happily. 'Oh my god, Sarit, you are a genius,' I replied, hugging her. 'Now that everything is settled, let's put the show on the road,' Sarit said impatiently. 'No, not yet. First, we must find out if our husbands were telling the truth or not.' I replied, 'We will question them in my room.' 'Give me a minute to change into my nightgown so that if everything goes our way, then my choot is easily accessible,' Sarit chuckled, 'I suggest that you also do the same.' 'Brilliant, Sarit, brilliant,' I grinned, 'Okay, we will meet in my room in ten minutes.' 'I'll be there. I think we might as well get used to sleeping together,' Sarit replied, laughing naughtily. When we had settled down in my room, we called Basanti and Shanti. 'We are going to ask you some questions, and we want truthful answers,' I said to them. 'Didi, we promise to tell the truth,' they replied in one voice. 'Are you both virgins?' I asked. For a moment, they looked nonplussed by my question, but then Basanti replied, 'No, didi, we are not.' 'Whose choot did you lose?' Sarit inquired. 'The young masters,' Shanti replied, blushing. 'You mean Shamit and Amit?' I asked. They nodded. 'When?' I continued. 'About eight months ago,' Basanti said. 'Did they rape you?' Sarit asked. 'No, no, nothing like that,' Shanti replied quickly, 'It was our kismet.' 'What does that mean? Tell us what happened,' I asked. 'Didi, it is a long story,' Basanti said. 'Go on, tell us, we have ample time,' Sarit said. 'Didi, you probably know that Shanti and I are first cousins. I am two hours older than her,' Basanti started her story, 'On our eighteenth birthday, ignoring our protests but with the blessings of our mothers, our fathers took us in the presence of the master. Master, mistress, and chachu master were present in the room.' 'Master,' Jamroo, my father, said, 'this is my daughter Basanti, and the other one is Jaggu's daughter, Shanti.' 'Both have become eighteen today,' Jaggu, Shanti's father, added. 'Congratulations!' the master said, then turning to chachu, added, 'Chachu, tell the estate manager to give them a suitable gift.' 'No, no, master,' my father protested, 'We have not brought them here to receive a present from you.' 'Then why have you come?' the mistress said tersely, 'Come to the point quickly and stop wasting our time.' 'Yes, mistress,' Jaggu said, 'It is our humble request that you take them in your service.' The master laughed, 'They are very pretty, but I have enough maids to look after my needs.' 'Master, they will give you much pleasure. They are untouched by man,' my father said, 'Their mothers tell me that their body is even prettier than their face.' 'Yes, master, see for yourself,' Jaggu chacha (uncle = father's younger brother) said, then turning to us, added, 'Take off your clothes and show master your body.' We were not prepared for that, but had to obey the orders of our elders and started to unbutton our blouse. 'No! There is no need to undress,' the master said, 'Jaggu, I take your word for it.' 'Thank you, master, your decision has made us very happy,' my father said, smiling. 'I did not say that I will accept them,' the master replied. 'Please, master, don't say no, we came with such high hopes. If you refuse, it will break our hearts,' both my father and Jaggu chacha pleaded, grabbing the master's feet. 'Jamroo, Jaggu, listen to me. I have already told you that...' the master started to say, but the mistress interrupted him. She said, 'Shamsher, don't break their hearts, accept the girls. After enjoying their young bodies, you can always send them to work in the fields or just give them away.' 'That's a good idea,' the master said, more to himself than to the others, 'Maybe later, I can oblige an official.' 'Yes, yes, master, they are yours, do what you like with them,' my father said, getting excited, 'Enjoy them, beat them or slit their throats, if that pleases you.' 'All right, I grant you your wish,' the master said, 'from today, both these girls are in my service.' 'Thank you, master, we are highly obliged,' Jaggu chacha said, bowing low. 'What are you lingering here for? The master has accepted your wish, now go,' the mistress said brusquely. 'Yes, mistress, we were just leaving,' my father said, and after making their salams, both of them backed out of the room. 'Chachu, they are really very pretty,' the master said, watching us with half-closed eyes. 'Brother, what do you plan to do with them?' Chachu master asked. 'That is what I am thinking,' the master replied, still in deep thought, then he suddenly sat up straight and added, 'Chachu, if you want them, you can have them.' 'No, brother, I did not mean that,' Chachu master replied, hastily. 'Chachu, if my memory serves me right, you deflowered their mothers,' the master said, with a naughty twinkle in his eyes, 'Now you can pop their daughters' cherries and then fuck mother and daughter together. This would be a novel experience even for you.' 'Yes, you are right, but they are too pretty and young for a man of my age. They deserve someone better,' Chachu master replied, 'Why don't you give them to the twins? They are old enough to have their own maids.' 'Brilliant idea. I was thinking on the same lines,' the master said excitedly, 'I have decided, Basanti goes to Shamit, and Shanti will serve Amit. Durga, you take charge of these girls till they come. Make sure that in the meanwhile, they don't get into any mischief.' 'Don't worry about that. I will make sure that no man comes near them,' the mistress said, 'You two, go to my chambers and wait.' As we were leaving, we heard the mistress say, 'The boys will be ecstatic. I think I will give them the good news.' 'Durga, don't do that, otherwise, they will leave their work and rush home,' the master laughed. After two hours, the mistress came to her chambers. 'So you are the daughters of Rama and Sharda, not bad, not bad at all,' she said, going around us. We were too scared to even nod. 'Take off your clothes. Let me see what you are hiding behind them,' she ordered. For a moment, we were nonplussed, but knowing the consequences of disobeying her, quickly disrobed and stood at attention, unsure of what will happen next. 'Very beautiful, your boobs are very shapely,' she said, fondling them and pinching our nipples, 'Ah! Very firm too.' We blushed but remained silent. 'What happened to your bush?' she said, poking her finger at our shaven choots. We remained silent. 'Come on, I am waiting for an answer,' she said, smiling. 'Our mothers helped us shave them this morning,' Shanti ventured, nervously. 'Your mothers are wise, they know what pleases a man,' she said, 'Keep them this way.' 'Ji, malkin (Yes, mistress),' we nodded. 'Has anyone fucked you?' She inquired, running her finger between our cunt lips. 'No, malkin, our choot is completely untouched,' we both replied. 'Good,' she said and walked around us again, grabbed our bottoms, and said, 'Ah! They are nice and hard. My sons are going to like them.' Then, suddenly pressing our clits between her thumb and finger, she asked, 'Do you know what my sons are going to do with you?' 'Didi, I would like to add that we found her touch very pleasant. Under normal circumstances, our choots would be leaking by now, but the fear of displeasing her, they remained bone dry,' Shanti said, interrupting Basanti. 'Good that you have clarified it. I was about to ask you about it,' Sarit said, 'Basanti, what happened next?' We knew what is going to happen to us, but were too scared to utter a word. 'They will deflower you and then fuck you. It is possible that they might fuck your assholes also,' she said, grinning. 'We expected to be fucked, but just the thought of our assholes being ravished scared us, well, at least it scared me,' Basanti said. 'Me too,' Shanti said, agreeing with Basanti. 'There is nothing to be afraid of,' the mistress said, reading our minds, 'After the initial pain, fucking, in the choot or gaand, is lovely. I am sure you will also enjoy it.' 'Yes, mistress,' Shanti mumbled. 'Fuck as much as you like, enjoy yourself to the hilt, but I will be very angry if you were to get pregnant,' she said. This was very confusing to us. 'Malkin, if they fuck us, then we will get pregnant,' Shanti asked, innocently. 'Not necessarily,' the mistress said, 'Remember, it's a man's world. Man wants only his pleasure and does not bother about the consequences. It is for us women to make sure no complications arise.' 'I don't understand. How can we...' I said, but the mistress interrupted me. 'Here, take these,' she said, pressing two bottles of pills in our hands, 'Take them regularly as per directions on the label, and you will not get pregnant. If you do get pregnant, then I will know that you have disobeyed me, and I will take you to task. You know what that means?' Of course, we knew, and therefore hastily assured her that we would not let her down. She then sent for our mothers. When they arrived, she said, 'Rama, Sharda, from today, Basanti and Shanti are in our service.They will report for duty to me at six in the morning and stay here till six in the evening. You will come to leave them and pick them up. When they get home, you are not to let them out of your sight. At night you will sleep with them. Understood?' 'Ji malkin (Yes mistress),' our mothers replied, dutifully. Six weeks later the young masters came for a visit. After dinner the mistress took us to their room. They were dressed only in their pajamas and were preparing to go to bed. 'Boys, I have brought a gift from your father. Shamit, Basanti here will be your maid and Shanti will serve Amit,' she said, then turning to us added, 'from today they are your masters. Obey them and ensure that they are comfortable.' 'Yes mistress,' we replied softly. 'If you want their loyalty,' she said, with a twinkle in her eyes, 'then my advice is that you look after them well.' I knew that today we were going to be fucked. Just this thought made my choot wet and my body tingled with anticipation. They looked at us from top to bottom. 'Mama don't worry, 'Amit sir said with a big grin, 'We will look after them so well, starting tonight, that they will be loyal to us even in their next life. What says you brother?' 'Of course. Mama, that is a promise,' Shamit sir said, ogling at me. 'Goodnight and try to get some sleep also,' malkin grinned and left. For the next five minutes or so they said nothing but stared at us. 'Gosh Amit, they are very pretty,' Shamit sir said. 'Yes, that they are,' Amit sir said, 'first let us see what they have got inside their sari. Girls, take off your clothes,' We knew what was in store for us and undressed. We were happy that instead of the oldies, we had them as our masters. 'Wow Amit! They are well prepared. They have even shaved their choot,' Shamit sir said, 'I think I will enjoy taking care of them.' 'So would I but I think they should also see with what we are going to take care of them,' Amit sir said, laughing wickedly. Then they pushed down their pajama bottoms exposing their erection. We had seen naked boys before but never a grown up man. I was surprised to see that a man's cock is so large. For a moment I wondered, how this big thing would enter my choot, but there was very little I could do about it. 'Come Basanti, let me take care of you as per mama's wishes.' Shamit sir said, putting his arm round me and squeezing my tits led me to the bed. I went willingly wondering how it would feel to be fucked. When all four of us were in bed Shamit sir said, 'I bet Basanti is tighter.' 'That has yet to be seen. Let us, on the count of three, deflower them together,' Amit sir proposed. We did not understand what they meant but soon found out. 'One,' Shamit sir said. They got on top of us. 'Two,' Amit sir counted and spreading our thighs, lodged their erection at the entrance of our choot. 'Are you ready? Three,' Shamit sir said and both of them pushed hard into us. We both screamed with pain as their cocks, tearing through our hymen, were buried inside us to the hilt. When they had finished fucking us for the first time Amit sir said, 'Shamit, I think Shanti's choot is tighter.' 'Let us find out whose choot is tighter,' Shamit sir said and told us to switch places. That night they fucked us four times, the last time in our ass hole. 'Did you enjoy fucking?' Sarit asked. 'Yes didi, it was heavenly. We wanted them to go on and on but to our dismay, they fell asleep after the fourth time,' Shanti said, sighing. 'Which one of you was tighter?' I asked out of curiosity. 'We don't know because they never said anything about it later,' Shanti said, 'I think it was just a ploy to fuck both of us by turns.' 'I think so too,' I laughed, 'Okay what happened next.' In the morning they fucked us two more time. 'We have some work to do but both of you remain here, we will be back around lunch time, 'Amit sir said, as they prepared to leave. 'But sir, we need a bath and fresh clothes,' Shanti protested, 'No problem, use our bathroom and as for fresh clothes, you won't need them, remain as you are till our return, Shamit sir chuckled. While they were away we cleaned the room and changed the blood stained linen. We were watching television when they returned around one. 'Great! I love girls who follow orders,' Amit sir said, seeing us still naked. 'Are you girls hungry?' Shamit sir asked. We nodded, except for tea and couple of biscuits in the morning, we had not eaten anything since. 'We have ordered lunch to be served in thirty minutes,' Shamit sir said, 'but in the meanwhile, we will give you something to sustain you. Right brother?' 'Come here and kneel on the carpet, no, not there but here between our legs,' Amit sir said, as both them sat down and spread their legs. When we were in position, they unzipped their fly, producing their raging hard on. 'Now take our cocks in your mouth and suck on it,' Amit sir ordered. We sucked on it, as ordered, till they came in our mouth. 'Don't spit it, swallow it,' Shamit sir decreed and dutifully we swallowed it. For the whole week they kept us in their chambers, naked. They fucked us when they wanted and as they wanted. Everything that we needed was brought to us. They returned to the city only when the master scolded them. 'Don't be sad our lovelies, we will return,' they said, when they were leaving, 'Just keep your choots hot.' They returned on every weekend and the above was repeated. 'This is our story,' Basanti said concluding. 'Sad but very interesting,' I said. 'Do they still fuck you?' Sarit asked. 'No, they have not touched us since the night before they got engaged to you,' Shanti replied. 'You must be missing a good hard fuck?' Sarit asked. 'Yes, we do,' Basanti sighed. 'Who else has fucked you?' I asked. 'Except for our masters no one has touched us and that is the truth,' Basanti replied, slightly miffed. 'We believe you. We did not mean to offend you, just checking. What would you do if they want to fuck you again?' I asked. 'We will not agree,' Shanti replied, 'until you order us to.' 'You mean to say that for the last three months or so you have not had any sex?' Sarit asked incredulously, 'How do you survive?' 'I think they must be licking each other's choot for relief,' I suggested, keeping our goal in mind. 'Didi! What are you saying? We have never licked a choot in our life,' Basanti said, aghast. 'Poor you! We must do something to rectify the situation,' Sarit grinned. 'Will you lick our choot?' I asked, wondering how they would react. I was pleasantly surprised at their obedient response, 'We will, if you order us to,' 'Yes we order, yes we order,' Sarit said excitedly, raising her nightie and spreading her legs, commanded, 'Shanti lick my choot.' 'Basanti, you can lick mine,' I said, exposing my cunt. They got down on their knees and started to tongue us. 'No, not like that, it is very awkward. Crouch on the bed between our legs with your ass high in the air and then eat our pussy,' I explained, helping them into position. It was my first time to have my choot licked. 'Hey guys, do you remember that our sisters did not eat our pussy during our holiday together? Oh, you do! Good! Are you still with me? Good then let me proceed with the story.' God! It felt good, much better than when Shamit or jiju had licked it. Although it was also Basanti's first time, she knew exactly what to do. Maybe it was because she was a woman. She knew where to go, when to apply pressure, to ease off at the right moment and revisit the spot again. For the next couple of hours they licked our choots. I don't know how often I came. After I had released my love juice for the nth time, I was bushed and wanted to rest. 'Thank you, Basanti it is enough,' I said closing my eyes, 'go and rest. You must be tired also.' 'No! Shanti not you just a few more licks, then you can also rest. GOD I AM ABOUT TO CUM. TONGUE FUCK ME. Y...HES, JUST A LITTLE LONGER. OHHHHH SSHHHHAAAANNNNTTTTTTTIIIIIII,' Sarit screamed and lay gasping for breath. Next thing I knew was that Basanti was shaking me. 'Didi get up,' she said, 'Sir wants dinner.' 'Dinner?' I said sitting up with a start, 'How late is it?' 'It is after nine,' Basanti replied. 'When did they return?' I inquired rubbing my eyes. 'Around seven as usual,' she replied. 'Why didn't you wake us then?' I complained. 'We wanted to but they said to let you both sleep,' Shanti said. At this point I noticed that Shanti was trying to wake Sarit. 'Did you tell them why we were sleeping?' Sarit asked. 'No. They asked but we said that we had no idea,' Basanti replied. 'Alright go and lay the dinner, we will join them shortly,' I told them. After a quick wash we joined them still clad in our nightie. I noticed that the twins had already changed and were in their pajama suits. 'No doubt eager to fuck the maids,' I thought. Like lunch, dinner was also a silent affair. After we had eaten I said, 'Please come to our room, we want to talk to you.' When we had assembled in our room Amit said aggressively, 'What is there to talk about?' 'Are you sure you don't want to sleep with us?' I asked, hoping to retrieve the situation somehow. 'No my dear,' Shamit replied politely, 'our mind is made up.' 'What! You prefer to fuck the maids and not our sweet choots?' Sarit asked, with tears in her eyes. 'My daarrrlinng, their cunts are just as sweet. Wait, let me show them to you,' Amit drawled and called out to the maids. When they came he said, 'The ladies want to see your pretty choots, take off your clothes and show it to them,' Amit ordered.The maids made no move to undress. 'Didn't you hear what I said?' Amit said, getting angry, 'Take off your clothes.' Both Basanti and Shanti stared at their feet but made no move to undress. 'Have they said anything to you?' Amit asked angrily, pointing towards us. 'No sir,' Basanti replied respectfully, 'It is our decision not to undress.' 'God! I don't believe it,' Amit swore, throwing his arms in the air. 'Amit, they won't obey us,' Shamit said, 'I think they are worried about their skin.' 'What the hell is that supposed to mean?' Amit said, rudely. 'Send them away and I will tell you,' Shamit replied. 'GO AWAY, YOU... YOU...' Amit shouted at them in disgust, and both Basanti and Shanti slipped away quietly. 'Amit, I did not mention this earlier because I thought it was not necessary,' Shamit said, 'I happened to overhear mama giving them last-minute instructions, just before we left for the city.' 'I quote, "Remember the interest of your mistress is paramount. If I hear that you have acted contrary to the interest of my darling daughters-in-law, then I promise you that I will personally skin you alive and stake you out naked on an anthill. These wonderful little crawling creatures have the knack of getting into all crevices, however small it may be. Ultimately, you will die, but I assure you that it will be a slow and a very painful process" unquote,' Shamit said. 'So, this is the reason for their strange behavior. What should we do now?' Amit asked, disappointed, then suddenly added, 'I have an idea. Why don't we take them by force? This way their skin will be saved and our purpose will also be served.' 'Are you mad? This would only invite mama's wrath. Don't underestimate her, even at our age, she is quite capable of cutting off our tool,' Shamit replied, 'You do it if you like, but I am not going to risk it.' 'You are right,' Amit agreed, 'Is there nothing we can do?' 'Yes, there is,' Shamit replied, then turning to us asked, 'Alright ladies, what do you propose?' 'We want you to continue to sleep with us,' I proposed, 'and we give you our word of honor to see that your conditions are fulfilled.' 'What honor? Did you bring "your honor" with you in marriage?' Amit laughed sarcastically. 'Amit, that was before our marriage,' Shamit said. 'Yes, but why did they try to fool us in believing that they were virgins?' Amit questioned. 'Amit, what should they have done? Put an ad in the papers that they are not virgins?' Shamit argued, 'Calm down and think. Wouldn't you have done the same thing, if you were in their place? I know I would have.' 'Take our word for it,' I repeated, 'Your conditions will be met.' 'Shamit, think about it again,' Amit said, still skeptical. 'Trust me, I know what I am doing. Anyone can make one mistake, but basically they are good girls,' Shamit explained. 'That they are,' Amit conceded, 'all right, you decide.' Shamit thought for a minute and then said, 'Okay, we agree, but on one condition.' 'Oh no, not another condition,' Sarit said, throwing up her arms in despair. 'The condition is that we both get to fuck both of you like jiju and jijaji did,' Shamit said, winking at Amit. First, I glanced at Amit. He was smiling and nodding his approval. Then I looked at Sarit. She had a big grin on her face and was nodding her head so vigorously that for a moment I thought it might fall off. 'We agree,' I said, because I knew that sooner or later it would come to this anyway.'The only way they could have found out is if one of you told them,' Rashmi said. 'Did you tell them?' Madhu didi asked, sharply. Before I could reply, Sarit snatched the phone from me and shouted, 'YES, DIDI, I DID. I LOST MY HEAD AND CONFESSED,' and started to cry. 'Sarit, please don't cry. It was not your fault,' I tried to console her. 'YES, IT WAS MY FAULT. DIDI, I GOT NERVOUS, LIKE I DID WHEN YOU QUESTIONED US, AND SPILLED THE BEANS. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE MYSELF,' Sarit shouted into the receiver, still crying her heart out. 'SARIT! STOP IT!' Rashmi didi said, sternly, 'This is no time to cry, what has happened has happened.' 'Yes, Rashmi is right,' Madhu didi added, 'Now we have to think how to save your marriage.' 'When do they propose to start the divorce proceedings?' Rashmi didi asked. 'Didi, there is more to it,' I said, hesitatingly. 'Come on, Adi,' Madhu didi said, getting irritated, 'Tell us the whole thing and not in bits and pieces.' 'They have placed two conditions,' I replied, 'if they are fulfilled, then they will not divorce us.' 'Okay, what are they?' Rashmi didi inquired impatiently. 'First is that they want to fuck you both,' I said, thinking that they would explode, but to my surprise, Madhu didi asked calmly, 'And which is the second one?' 'They want jiju and jijaji to provide them with a virgin each to fuck in lieu of our cherry, which rightfully belonged to them but they took it,' I said hesitatingly. For a minute, there was silence. 'The first one is easily fulfilled, but the second condition could pose problems,' Madhu didi said more to herself than to us. 'Difficult but not impossible,' Rashmi didi added. 'Hai didi, kya aap unse chudwayangi? (Gosh didi, will you let them fuck you?)' Sarit asked, surprised. 'Why not? It is only fair,' Madhu didi said, 'Our husbands have fucked their wives, and equity demands that they fuck our husbands' wives, that is us.' 'Gosh didi, this is exactly how they reasoned when we protested,' Sarit giggled. 'Clever boys...,' Madhu didi laughed. 'Shut up, you two,' Rashmi didi interrupted urgently, 'I have an idea. They want two virgins to fuck, Right? Okay, then why don't you ask them to fuck your maids, Basanti and Shanti?' 'Great idea,' Madhu didi said, 'Didn't you say that they would go through fire for you?' 'We thought of them too, but when we suggested that they could deflower the maids, they laughed in our face. I quote, "You think Basanti and Shanti are virgins? They were once, but we took care of their virginity long time back" unquote. Any other ideas?' 'No, not at present,' Madhu didi said, 'Listen, you two, don't lose heart, we will definitely comply with both their conditions.' 'But what about the second condition?' I inquired. 'Don't worry, we will do something about it too, but first we have to discuss this with Mohan and Abhi,' Rashmi said, 'it could take some time, maybe a couple of months, but it will be done, therefore don't worry.' 'Thank you, didi,' I said, 'I knew that we could count on your help.' We talked about other things for some time before signing off. 'Oh Adi, I am so happy that our sisters are supporting us,' Sarit said, crossing her heart. As usual, Shamit and Amit came home around seven in the evening. Later, over a drink, I told them about our conversation with our sisters. 'We know that fulfilling the second condition is not easy,' Amit said, 'if they want time, they can have it, as long as it is within reasonable limits.' 'They said around two months, it could be more or even less,' Sarit said, giving her estimate. 'That is fine with us,' Shamit said, 'as long as it happens.' By nine, we were ready for dinner. 'Basanti, lay the table for six and serve dinner,' I ordered. 'Yes, didi,' she replied. 'Six?' Shamit inquired, raising an eyebrow. 'Why not?' Sarit replied, 'If they can share our bed, then what is the harm in eating with us.' 'Big Tits, you are right,' Shamit conceded, 'accept my apologies.' 'Didi, the dinner is served,' Shanti announced a few minutes later. 'You both go ahead,' I said, 'we will join you in a couple of minutes.' Five minutes later, we joined them, absolutely naked. 'Wow!' Amit said, 'What a pleasant surprise.' 'Hey, Big Tits, come sit next to me,' Shamit said, patting the chair where I usually sat. Minutes later, Basanti and Shanti brought the food. They had taken the hint from us and were also naked. 'Gosh, this is getting better and better,' Amit chuckled, pulling Basanti next to him. 'Amit, I think we should also reciprocate,' Shamit said, and they both undressed as well. 'Yes, that's more like it,' I laughed, catching Amit's erection in my fist. 'Thank you, this was a great meal, but what are we eating for dessert?' Amit said, after we had finished with the main course. 'You can eat our pussy,' Sarit proposed mischievously, 'You have a choice of four sweet cunts.' 'They are really sweet, but we'll save them for later,' Shamit said, 'but the question is: what are we eating now?' Basanti and Shanti got up and returned with two large bowls. 'Well, the alternative is Kheer,' I said, as the maids placed a bowl each in front of the men. 'Great, I love Kheer. It is my favorite,' Shamit said. 'Sir, I have prepared it just as you like it,' Basanti said, smiling. 'Good girl,' Shamit said, stroking her naked butt. 'Brother, what do you say we feed the kheer to the ladies first in royal style,' Amit proposed, pushing back his chair. 'Good idea,' Shamit agreed, also pushing back his chair and spreading his thighs, 'Big Tits and Shanti, you kneel between my legs, and Adi and Basanti will kneel between Amit's legs.' They then proceeded to dip their erections in the kheer and gave it to us to suck. It took a while, but we managed to suck them off. 'Now it is our turn to eat the kheer,' Amit said, 'but we will do that in the bedroom.' So we all adjourned to the bedroom. Once there, they told Basanti and me to lie on one edge of the bed with our legs spread and hanging down, while Sarit and Shanti lay on the other side in a similar manner. Then they heaped spoonfuls of kheer on our slits and licked it clean. 'Omigosh, this feels good,' I giggled. Soon, all four of us were moaning loudly with pleasure. 'AMIT, STOP! OTHERWISE, I'LL ADD A NEW FLAVOR TO THE KHEER,' I screamed. 'Go ahead, your cunt juice will only enhance the taste of the kheer,' Amit replied and continued to lick my cunt unperturbed. By the time the bowls were empty, I had added flavor to the kheer four times. 'What shall we do now?' Shamit asked, wiping his lips. 'What we did in the morning,' Sarit replied, 'but now it is our turn to be in the middle.' Omigosh! What an enjoyable night it was! Our marriage was back on track. Our husbands were happy, and so were we. During the daytime, when the men folk were at work, we girls, if we found time, ate each other's pussy, and at night, our husbands fucked us silly. We tried out different positions. Amit bought a book illustrating over fifty positions. For some of them, one had to be an acrobat. To make fucking more interesting, we even indulged in our fantasies. One evening, when we were ready to go to bed, Amit asked, 'Has any of you ladies had two cocks inside you together?' 'Hundreds of times,' Sarit laughed. 'So you volunteer?' Shamit asked, grinning. 'Of course, I love having two cocks at the same time, one in my cunt and the other in my mouth.' 'Big Tits, Amit has something different in mind,' Shamit said, 'he meant one cock in the cunt and the other in the gaand (asshole).' 'You mean at the same time?' Sarit asked, incredulously. 'Yes, my dear,' Amit laughed, 'today I read a story written by Sahebji. In the story, Pretty Mary Ann, he and his friend took Mary Ann together, and all three of them enjoyed it.' 'Is it possible?' I asked. 'According to the story, it is, but we have never tried it before and would like to check it out,' Shamit replied truthfully, 'Big Tits, are you ready?' 'Wait a minute, I have been thinking,' Sarit said, winking at Basanti and Shanti, 'As it is something new and we are trying it out the first time, I think it is for the elders to show us youngsters the way? Girls, do you agree?' 'Yes, yes,' the maids echoed Sarit's opinion. 'Adi, I think you are the chosen one,' Shamit laughed. 'Sarit, you sly bitch,' I said without malice, 'don't worry, someday I will give you the taste of your own medicine. Okay, guys, what do you want me to do?' 'Where do you want whom?' Shamit asked. 'It is the same to me,' I replied, 'you decide.' 'Main iski gaand maaroonga (I will take her in the ass hole),' Amit opted. 'Okay,' Shamit said, lying down on the bed. He then asked me to lie on top of him with my knees doubled up towards his armpits, thus leaving my ass hole completely exposed for Amit. Shamit then inserted his cock in my cunt from below, and Amit, placing his cock on my ass hole, pressed for entry. 'Gently, Amit, gently, it is hurting,' I groaned. Slowly, Amit increased the pressure. 'OWA,' I screamed, as I felt his phallus enter my back door. 'I am in,' Amit said excitedly and with one shove pushed the rest of his laurda (cock) inside me. 'AAYYYIIIIEEEE,' I shouted in pain, 'GOD AMIT, DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME?' 'Sorry, Adi my love,' Amit apologized, 'in my excitement, I forgot that Shamit was also inside you.' Then they both started to move their cocks in and out of me. Soon, I felt the pleasure rising in both, my front and rear holes. 'Omigosh, that guy, Sahebji or whatever his name is, was right. It is lovely, no it is heavenly,' I moaned. Encouraged by my moans of pleasure, they increased their tempo. 'COME ON, GUYS, MOVE FASTER, Y...HES, THAT IS THE WAY."Harder, yes... yes. Oh, oh, oh, God, I am about to come. Yes, yes, ahhhhh," I sighed loudly as I came. After a few more shoves, I first felt Amit shooting his cum into my butt, followed immediately by Shamit depositing his load in my choot. "Adi, was it really nice?" Sarit asked, when we had recovered our breath. "I don't know," I laughed, "before I give my opinion, I think I would like to try it again. Boys, are you ready?" "Didi, I think she enjoyed it," Basanti said. "Yes, I think so too. Now it is my turn," Sarit said, "Guys, I am ready." "Sorry, Big Tits, to be fair to all, we have decided that only one double fuck a day," Shamit said. "Aw! You guys are not fair," Sarit complained. "You had the opportunity to try it out first but you chickened out. Now you will have to wait until tomorrow," Amit told her. On weekends, we did not socialize but relaxed at home. Very often, we did not wear any clothes. On one such Sunday forenoon, we four were relaxing with a glass of beer in the living room while the maids, also naked but wearing short sexy aprons, were puttering around. I saw Amit watching Shanti and caressing his hard-on. Suddenly, Shanti bent down to pick up a few rose petals that had fallen on the floor. "I am going to take her from behind," Amit said, seeing her exposed backside and jumping up, caught Shanti from behind. Shanti straightened quickly and pushing Amit away from her, yelled, "HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME?" Her action and tone took all of us by surprise, including Amit. We looked at her. She stood a few steps away from Amit and smiled invitingly. "Brother, she is play-acting," Shamit advised, "I think she wants to be wooed." Amit nodded and hugging her said, "Come on, my beautiful darling, let us have a good time." "Aren't you ashamed of yourself, molesting strange girls on the street?" she said, and freeing herself from Amit's embrace, walked away swinging her hips sexily. "She wants to be taken by force," Shamit laughed. "If she wants to be raped, then rape it is going to be," Amit said, advancing towards her. Shanti grinned happily and started to run, shouting, "HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME. SAVE ME FROM THIS RASCAL. YEH MUJHE CHODNA CHAHATA HAI (HE WANTS TO FUCK ME), etc." The chase had begun. After ten minutes of running round the furniture, Amit caught her. "Haramzaadi! Ab main tujhe inti zor se chodoonga ki tu teen din tak baith nahin paayegi (Bitch! I will fuck you so hard that you will not be able to sit for three days)," Amit hissed menacingly, trying to tear away her apron. "Badmaash, mujhe chord de. Agar chodna hai tau apni ma bahen ko chod (Let me go, you rascal. If you want to fuck, then fuck your mother and sister)," Shanti replied, struggling to get free. Here, things changed. Shanti was no longer shamming but was trying to free herself in earnest. At least, that is the impression I got. Amit's face was red with excitement. His phallus was glowing like a red bulb and oozing pre-cum. A few minutes later, Amit managed to pull her onto the floor, where the struggle continued. Each time Amit attempted to climb over her, Shanti managed to foil him. They continued to struggle for ten minutes or so. I could see that Shanti was tiring, and her resistance became feebler and feebler. Taking advantage of this, Amit forced open her legs, pressing them on her breasts, and rammed his cock inside her choot. "AAAYYYYIIIIEEEEE," Shanti screamed as if in pain, "LET ME GO, YOU BEAST." Amit paid no heed to her entreaties and continued to fuck her with hard strokes. Each time Shanti begged him to let her go, Amit would push hard into her, shouting, "TAKE THAT, YOU BITCH. WHAT DID YOU SAY? FUCK MY MOTHER AND SISTER. TAKE THIS, YOU WHORE." Soon, Shanti fell silent. From her facial expression, I could see that she was about to come. A few strokes later, she came with a loud, "AAAAHHHHHHH." Amit had not finished, but after a few more in-and-out strokes, he came, shouting, "GOD, THIS WAS LOVELY," and rolled off her. "Thank you, sir. It was heavenly," Shanti said, kissing Amit passionately, after she had caught her breath. "Shanti, what was this all about?" Sarit asked. "Didi, I always fantasized about being taken by force and wondered how it would feel to be raped. Now I know. It felt really great," Shanti giggled. "Why didn't you tell us beforehand?" I asked. "The surprise element would have been lost," Shanti rightly pointed out. "She is right, but why did you scream when Amit sir pushed his cock in your choot?" Basanti asked. "Exxccuuusse mmee," Shanti drawled, pulling herself to her full height and stressing each word, "I always scream when I lose my cherry." She said this in such a funny manner that we all laughed. "Basanti, would you like me to rape you too?" Shamit asked. "No, thank you, sir, I detest violence," she replied and added, "but you can fuck me if you like." "Of course, it will be my pleasure," Shamit said, embracing her. "Wait!" Sarit said, "Basanti, do you have a fantasy?" "Yes, I have one too. I always wanted to dress up like a bride, get married and lose my cherry on my wedding night, but now it will have to remain a fantasy only," Basanti replied sadly. "No, it needn't," I said, "Basanti, Shamit can't give you your cherry back, but tonight you will try to fulfill as much of your fantasy as possible." Later that afternoon, we took her to a beautician, famous for his bridal make-ups. At night, we dressed her like a bride with all finery and jewelry. We girls also dolled up as if we were going to attend a real wedding. At sharp ten, we took Basanti before the twins. Shamit was dressed like a bridegroom, and Amit was wearing his most formal suit. "Guys, how does the bride look?" Sarit asked, raising Basanti's veil. "Oh my God!" Amit said, catching his breath and took a few steps towards her, "Basanti, you look ravishingly beautiful." "Hold your horses, brother," Shamit laughed, "no touchy-touchy, she is my bride." After that, we performed a mock marriage between Basanti and Shamit. At the time of going with her "husband," Basanti cried like any other bride would have. We then led the bride into the nuptial chamber, which we had decorated with balloons and scented flowers, and sat her down on the bed covered with rose petals. "Shamit, you can go in now," Sarit announced, "your bride is waiting for you." As Shamit was closing the door behind him, I shouted, "Hold it, we are also coming." "Don't tell me that you guys are going to watch?" Shamit asked, surprised. "Of course," Sarit replied, "any objections?" "I have none, but I suggest you ask the bride," Shamit replied. "Basanti, please may we watch?" Sarit requested, but before she could reply, I giggled, "Just to make sure that he behaves himself and does not fuck you in your asshole on your wedding night." "Girls, are you mad?" Amit advised, "Wedding night is a very private and personal thing. I suggest that we leave them alone." "Thank you, sir," Basanti said, softly. We were very disappointed, but had to agree with his irrefutable logic. In the morning, we asked them, "How was it?" "Basanti was great. She was bashful and shy. She protested just the right amount, not too much or too little," Shamit said, kissing her, "and when I 'deflowered' her, she even murmured softly, 'Oh God, it hurts.' Really, it was a very pleasurable night." "What have you to say?" we asked Basanti. "What can I tell you that you don't know already," Basanti replied, blushing sweetly, "You both have experienced a real wedding night and you know all about it." "Thank God that she does not know the real facts," I thought. "Tell us anyway," Sarit insisted. "Oh, didi! It was heavenly. He was so gentle and considerate," she sighed, "I wish he had been like this on the night he actually popped my cherry." "I am sorry, darling," Shamit apologized, "but then the circumstances and considerations were quite different." "I know, I have no regrets," Basanti replied, "Anyhow, now I can at least cherish last night." Things were getting too sentimental, and to bring them back to reality, I asked jokingly, "Kahin inhone teri gaand tau nahin mari? (I hope that he did not fuck you in your asshole?)" "He wanted to, but I did not let him," Basanti chuckled. "Kal nahin maari tau kya hua, ab maar leta hoon (No sweat, I will fuck her in the ass now)," Shamit said. "Most welcome," Basanti replied, getting into the ass-fuck position. "No, brother, her asshole can wait, but our new clients will not," Amit intervened, "we must get to the office fast, otherwise we will be late." Days passed in such fun and frolics. Nearly three months later, we got a call from Madhu didi informing us that they were ready to fulfill both the conditions. "You have got the virgins?" I asked, surprised. "Yes, we have," Rashmi didi replied. "Who are they?" Sarit inquired. "I can't tell you on the phone," Madhu didi giggled, "but you will meet them soon enough." That evening, we gave the good news to our husbands. "Great, when and where?" Amit inquired. "Jiju has taken a cottage on rent near Shimla. He wants us to be there on 24th, that is about three weeks from today," I told them. "Why Shimla? Why not here or at their place?" Amit asked. "I didn't ask," I replied, "I am sure they must be having their reasons. Would you like to find out?" "No, not necessary. Just thank them. We will be there," Shamit said. Couple of weeks later, when we were discussing details of our program, Amit said, "We are in the midst of something important and can't leave with you as planned, but you both and the maids go ahead as planned."'You think it would be wise to take them with us,' Sarit inquired, 'because you will be screwing our sisters also.' 'Where is the harm? They are bound to find out sooner or later, then why not now?' Shamit argued. 'Remember, our respected brothers-in-law are presenting us with a virgin each to deflower. The least we can do is to give them a return gift, that is the choots of Basanti and Shanti, though already fucked, to enjoy.' 'Won't Basanti and Shanti mind, pairing them off like this with relative strangers?' I said, expressing my concern. 'I doubt it. I think they will jump at the idea of being fucked by two new cocks, but now that you have raised this question, it would be best if we ask them,' Amit suggested, calling out to them. Shamit explained to them, in brief, what they proposed to do. 'What we want to know is, are you willing?' Amit asked. At first they blushed, then lowered their eyes. 'We will do whatever didi says,' they murmured softly, but the sparkle in their eyes gave away their real feelings. 'You naughty girls, you don't fool me for a minute,' I laughed, 'Why are you putting everything on us? I bet just the thought of being fucked by two new cocks has made your cunts wet. Come nearer, let me check.' 'Nahin, nahin (No, no),' they giggled and ran back to the kitchen. 'How do we travel? By train?' Sarit asked. 'Of course not,' Shamit said, 'the driver will take you in the SUV. He can return with our car when we join you the next day.' The morning we were leaving, Shamit said, 'Ladies, please no fucking our brothers-in-law until we permit you.' 'Of course, you have my word,' I replied solemnly. 'I promise too,' Sarit said, crossing her heart. 'Keep an eye on this cock-happy duo,' Amit said, hugging the two maids. 'Don't worry about them, we'll take care of them,' Sarit laughed, then with a naughty twinkle in her eyes, 'or should I say that they will take care of us.' It was evening when we arrived at the cottage. The cottage was approximately thirty minutes' drive from the town. It was situated among tall pine trees. There was no other cottage within ten minutes' car drive. An ideal place for what we had in mind, away from prying eyes of the neighbors. After exchanging greetings, our sisters gave us a tour of the cottage. 'This is our bedroom,' Madhu didi said. I noticed that there were four beds in it. 'Are you guys now sleeping with each other openly?' I asked. 'Not really,' Rashmi didi replied, 'this cottage has only three bedrooms. Each of them has four beds. I'm afraid, you four will also have to share one bedroom as the maids occupy the third one.' 'Oh, we don't mind,' Sarit giggled. 'Is it like that now?' Madhu asked, when Sarit nodded, she added, 'since when is this going on?' 'Oh, a couple of months now,' I replied. 'First let us make ourselves comfortable, then we will talk,' Rashmi didi suggested. After we had settled down, Madhu didi asked, 'All right, now tell us, are you girls happy?' 'Oh yes, very,' I told them. We then told them briefly all that had happened. 'Are those your maids Basanti and Shanti?' Rashmi didi asked. 'Yes,' Sarit replied. 'You shouldn't have brought them with you, I think they were the root cause of your problems,' Madhu didi opined. 'No, they had nothing to do with it. They are good girls. It was just our bad luck,' I replied, defending them stoutly. 'They are very pretty,' jiju remarked, 'No wonder Shamit and Amit wanted to fuck them.' 'I wouldn't mind sticking my cock in their cunts either,' jijaji said, 'Mohan, what says you?' 'So would I,' jiju laughed. 'You will,' Sarit giggled, 'Our husbands sent them especially for you both. They said, "when our respected brothers-in-law can give us one virgin each to deflower, the least we can do is to give them the choots of Basanti and Shanti in return" or something to that effect.' 'Really, but what about them, will they agree?' Jiju asked. 'Of course they will cooperate. They love a good screw,' I laughed, 'but you will have to wait until our men arrive.' 'Don't worry, we can wait,' jiju laughed. 'Enough about us,' I said, 'Didi, where are the virgins?'

Part 4

Authors/SAHEBJI/IT'S A MAN'S WORLD 4.txt

Sahebji

BAM WHAM THANK YOU MA'AM

'Do you know what fucking is?' I asked. 'Of course. I have seen Aslam fuck my mother nearly every night,' she replied. 'What did you see?' Paro asked. 'They are fucking. All right, you don't believe me? I'll describe the scene to you. I was passing abbu's room when I heard strange noises coming from inside. I opened the door and saw that Rani didi was lying naked on her back with legs wide apart.' 'Abbu was on top of her. Her hips were moving up and down at a furious pace. Abbu's cock was going in and out of her cunt like a piston. Rani didi was shouting, "YES, BANG IT INTO ME. HARDER. YES, HARDER..." Then I closed the door and came here to tell you,' she said. 'Hmmm...she is right, they are fucking,' I said. 'What shall we do?' she asked. 'What can we do? Let them enjoy,' Paro said. 'Enjoying is all right, but what will happen when Seema ma'am or Mohan sir find out that abbu is fucking their daughter?' Saira said. 'Nothing will happen,' Paro said, 'In this house, everyone fucks everyone.' 'You mean...' she said. 'Yes. Abbu fucks Rani didi, Nira didi, Seema ma'am and ammi, and Mohan sir fucks ammi, Seema ma'am, Rani didi and Nira didi,' I said. Saira thought for a minute and then asked, 'Have they fucked you both too?' 'Of course. Where do you think these two girls came from?' I said, pointing to our daughters, Shashi and Rita, sleeping in their cribs. 'Is fucking nice?' Saira asked. 'It is heavenly,' Paro sighed. 'My mother also said so,' she giggled. Few minutes later she asked, 'Will they fuck me also?' 'Of course,' Paro laughed, 'that is why you are here.' 'Who will deflower me, abbu or Mohan sir?' Saira whispered. 'None of the two. If they wanted to deflower you, they would have done so within minutes of your starting to work here,' Paro said. 'Then who is going to deflower me?' Saira asked. 'Bhaiya will open your cunt,' I replied. 'Who is bhaiya?' she asked. 'Bhaiya is abbu's son,' Paro replied. 'Has bhaiya fucked you two also?' Saira asked. 'Has he fucked us? He deflowered both of us,' I replied, laughing sarcastically. 'Will you let bhaiya deflower you?' Paro asked. 'She blushed then nodded and ran out of the kitchen,' Bela laughed, 'This is the whole conversation.' 'Great! I'll take her cherry tonight,' I said. 'Clean her up nicely and bring her after dinner to the second floor,' Seema said, 'Bela, you understand what I am saying?' 'Yes ma'am, you want me to shave her cunt,' Bela replied. 'Is the second floor ready?' I asked. 'The construction is over, only furnishing is left,' Seema said. After dinner when I arrived on the second floor, Seema said, 'Come Babu, I'll show you around.' She showed me three bedrooms with attached bathrooms, kitchen, pantry, TV room, and dining room. Then she led me into a large room. It was as big as abbu's room and the sitting room put together. 'We'll call this room "The Game Room" and will play our sex games here. We propose to furnish it with a bed in the center called the "Ceremonial Couch" with other beds & comfortable chairs round it in a circle,' Seema explained. 'WOW!' I agreed, 'Whose idea was it?' 'Mehru's and Seema's. They deserve all the praise. Mohan and I had nothing to do with it,' abbu said, who had just joined us. Just then Saira escorted by Bela and Paro arrived on the scene. 'Look who is here? Today's bride,' Seema said. 'Today Babu will deflower you. Are you ready to lose your cherry?' ammi said. 'Yes,' Saira replied, hiding her blushing face in Seema's bosom. 'All right, let's take off our clothes and start the proceedings,' Seema announced, 'I'll undress the bride.' Seema took off Saira's blouse. Her big tits swung out. 'God! Saira, your boobs are so beautiful,' I exclaimed. I stopped undressing to watch Seema strip Saira. Seema said, taking her skirt off, 'Gentlemen, may I present Saira, tonight's bride. Look at her beautiful large tits with big dark areola encircling her nipples. Her cunt lips are tightly pressed together with her swollen clit peeping out from in between them. Her cunt hole is so small that if you are not looking for it you might miss it... Babu, she is all yours. You can deflower her now.' 'I will, but before doing that I want to taste her sweet cunt juices,' I said excitedly and lifting her in my arms laid her on the bed. Saira was blushing sweetly. 'Oh,' she moaned as I fondled her boobs and sucked her big dark nipples. After sucking her nipples, I moved to her cunt. I ran my tongue between her lower lips and then taking her clit between my lips pressed it. 'Oh, it feels so lovely,' she moaned. I continued to suck her clit. She moaned loudly, moving her hips up and down in a fuck movement. Her body arched. She was about to cum. 'PLEASE, DON'T TEASE ME. BHAIYA, FUCK ME,' she shouted suddenly. 'Babu, do as she says because Uncle Mohan and your abbu have been waiting over three weeks to fuck her,' ammi said, 'you can eat her pussy later.' 'All right, as you say,' I said, releasing the panting girl. Everyone in the room was naked except me. I started to take my clothes off. Saira watched me undress. 'My God! I have never seen such a long and thick cock before,' Saira said when my cock sprang to attention on release from its confinement. 'You are a lucky girl to lose your cherry to this magnificent cock,' Seema said, kissing my cock. 'If this cock deflowers me, it will hurt very much,' Saira said. 'Don't be silly, it won't hurt much. Ask Bela or Paro,' Seema said, trying to persuade her. 'No, it will be very painful. I won't let him fuck me,' Saira said. 'You bloody bitch, lie down and spread your legs. Didn't your mother tell you to obey me?' Seema said angrily, taking a menacing step towards her with her hand raised. Saira jumped out of bed and quickly ran to ammi. 'Please ammi, help me,' she said nestling her head between ammi's breasts. 'You yourself were shouting; bhaiya fuck me, bhaiya fuck me,' ammi said, fondling her breasts. 'I did not know that bhaiya's cock was so big,' Saira replied. 'Let him fuck you. It won't hurt much,' ammi said, tweaking her nipples. 'No ammi, this cock will tear me into two,' she said. 'There is no other course left but to use force. Bela, Paro get her into position,' ammi said, pushing Saira towards them. 'NOO...' rest of her protest was lost in the scuffle. Within a few minutes, Bela and Paro had overpowered her. They dragged her to the bed and pressed her down on it by lying on the upper half of Saira's torso. Saira continued to struggle, and her legs flailed in the air. 'Babu, deflower her,' ammi ordered. I caught the ankles of her flailing legs and bent them on her tits. I tried to aim my cock at her cunt hole. As she was struggling very hard, I couldn't aim properly. Taking a chance, I pushed at her cunt blindly. My cock hit her between her lower lips. 'OUUCCHH, IT HURTS,' she screamed. It hurt me also. I tried four or five times. Each time either the cock slipped upwards or downward, but her cunt hole eluded me. On the sixth try, my cock slipped downward and entered a hole. 'AAAAAAYYYYIIIIIIEEEEEE,' she screamed, 'YOU HAVE TORN MY POOR ASS HOLE. HURRY, TAKE OUT YOUR COCK FROM MY ASS HOLE.' Realizing my mistake, I laughed, 'Oops, wrong hole,' and withdrew my cock from her ass hole.She sighed with relief and muttered philosophically, 'Barda zalim hai aapka lund. Choot ka ched nahin mila toh gaand main hee guss gaya (Your cock is very cruel. When it couldn't find my choot, it entered my ass hole).' In the short period that Saira was preoccupied with the safety of her gaand, I placed her legs on my shoulders and, taking my cock in my hand, aimed it at her choot hole and pushed forward. It entered, but the head got stuck at the entrance. Seema told me later that it was a funny sight. It looked like a big fat rat had got stuck in a very small rat hole. 'AAAYYYIIIEE,' she screamed, 'bhaiya please mujhe mat chodo (bhaiya, please don't fuck me).' I was so near. I took a firmer grip of her and pushed. 'AAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIEEEEEE,' she yelled as my cock, tearing through her hymen, buried itself half inside her fuck tube. As she groaned, I pulled back my cock a couple of times and pushed back till my cock was fully engulfed in her cunt. When I was fully inside Saira, Bela and Paro relaxed their hold and started to suck her tits. I started to pump her cunt. Her choot was very tight. It gripped my cock like a vice. I could hardly move my cock in and out. Her tight choot and the fact that I had not cum in the last three weeks or so took their toll. Within five minutes of entry in her choot, I emptied my balls in her. As soon as I vacated her cunt, Uncle Mohan was inside it. By the time Uncle Mohan and abbu had finished fucking her, she had had three orgasms. 'Kyon chudai kaissi lagi? (How did you like fucking?' Seema asked, embracing Saira. 'It was very nice,' Saira said, hiding her face in Seema's ample boobs. 'I want to fuck her again,' I announced. 'One minute,' ammi said, 'why don't you take her ass hole cherry also, then you can fuck her where you want and as you want.' 'Good idea,' I said. 'Please ammi, main gaand nahin marwauigi. Bahut dard hogi (Please ammi, not in my ass hole. It will hurt very much).' 'Didn't you hear your mother say it was very nice?' Seema reminded her. 'Yes, she also said that it is very painful,' Saira replied. 'Saira,' ammi said sternly, 'please cooperate, otherwise I will have to….' 'Okay,' Saira said and reluctantly moved towards the bed. Seema put her in gaand fuck position and, spreading her ass cheeks, started to rub oil.The man with such a magnificent cock, definitely not. You are lucky to lose your cherry to him,' Mary said. 'But mom, he put his big thing in my asshole,' Joey complained. 'You probably deserved it. Didn't you tell me you enjoyed it? You should thank him, not complain against him,' Mary said, 'Now shut up. Fuck your partners, and let me fuck mine in peace.' I lifted her in my arms and laid her down on the bed. She looked beautiful, her shapely breasts, her perfect hourglass figure, her freshly shaven choot smelling of expensive perfume, her pouting lower lips, and her inch-long erect clit. Except for the scar on her abdomen, every part of her body was perfectly made. I covered her. I kissed her passionately while rubbing my cock up and down between her lower lips. 'Unn...unn unn...Oh...oh, it feels so wonderful,' Mary moaned, when I released her lips. I positioned my cock at her wet choot entrance and tried to push it in. 'Oh Babu...Jesus...it's big...Gently...Ahhh, it is in,' she groaned, 'now fuck me.' I was surprised that a mother of three children had such a tight cunt. I learned later that Mary was John's second wife. His first wife, Martha, and Mary were twin sisters. Martha died while giving birth to Rose, and John married her twin sister, Mary. The scar on her mid-region was from a cesarean section Mary had while delivering Joey and Sara, and she nearly died in the process. Therefore, the doctors removed her uterus. I started to fuck her with slow, long strokes. 'Oh, it is lovely,' she moaned. Kissing her, I increased the speed. After some time, her hips started moving in rhythm with my strokes. 'Oh Babu, oh Babu,' she moaned. I heard someone clapping in rhythm with my in-and-out movement. 'Little sweethearts, I'll deal with you later,' John shouted, fingering their choots, 'hey guys, let's watch Babu fuck my wife.' I looked up and saw John sitting on the bed with his legs hanging to the floor. Bela and Paro were sitting on his knees. They were playing with his erect cock with one hand and rubbing their cunts with the other. John was clapping while watching us and occasionally kissed and sucked their breasts. Slowly, everyone stopped doing whatever they were doing and watched us, except for Joey, who kept banging Saira's choot. Apparently, Mary had not noticed the new development. Her eyes were closed, her hips moving up as she repeated, 'Babu yes, Babu yes.' I kept varying the speed and the length of my strokes. Sometimes I fucked her with gentle strokes, then suddenly I'd change pace and ram my cock hard into her choot. 'Yes, faster Babu, faster. Oh, fuck me harder. Yes, bang it into me. Yes, that's the way. Make mincemeat out of my cunt. Yes, yes,' she screamed. Her body arched. Sensing she was about to come, I stopped pumping her cunt but kept moving a little. 'Jesus, why have you stopped?' she screamed. Without replying, I sealed her lips with mine in a long, passionate kiss. Then, as suddenly as I had stopped, I started to fuck her again. I did this three times, but when she shouted for the fourth time, I did not stop, and she came, screaming, 'Yes, yes, I am nearly there, ohh ohh I am coming.' For a long time, we lay kissing each other and savoring the sensation we had just experienced. Everyone clapped. Mary blushed when she realized that we were the center of attention. 'I don't care,' she giggled, 'It was great.' When I was about to get off, she held me tightly and said, 'Babu, not yet. You were great. Fuck me one more time.' 'Okay,' I laughed. I kissed her and fondled her till I was hard again. The second time, I lasted much longer. She came thrice before I shot my load into her cunt for the second time. 'Thank you, Babu, it felt really great,' she declared as I rolled off her. 'There is more to come,' I said, 'Ma'am, may I eat your beautiful pussy.' My request took her by surprise. Without waiting for her reply, I started to kiss and lick her cunt lips. She sighed loudly and opened her legs wider. Soon, her hips started to move in a fuck motion. 'Gad! This is awesome,' she cried, placing her hands on the back of my head and pressing it to her pussy. I raised her legs in the air and, pushing my tongue inside her choot, began to tongue-fuck her. 'AAGHRRR,' she grunted when she felt my tongue enter her cunt. 'Gad, this is fantastic. Tongue-fuck me. Faster, Babu, faster. Yes, yes, ohh Gad,' she yelled and released a stream of choot nectar in my mouth. I licked her cunt clean and lay panting next to her. 'This was awesome. No one has tongue-fucked me before,' Mary panted, 'Babu, sit on that chair. I am going to give you the blowjob of your life.' I sat down as directed. My cock was already stiff and pointing toward the ceiling. She took my erect cock in her hand and licked it from top to bottom. 'She is very good at giving head,' I heard John tell Abbu. She took my cock in her fist and moved her hand up and down. I gasped as she opened her mouth and engulfed more than half my cock. She began to bob her head up and down, sliding my stiff member in and out. I felt my cock getting harder. She continued to suck. Slowly, slowly, more and more of my cock disappeared into her mouth as she bobbed her head up and down. It was now that I realized that Mary was deep-throating me. 'My God, it feels good,' I moaned, savoring this new sensation. A few minutes later, she pulled back slightly. Now, not only was she sliding my cock back and forth, but she was also sucking and swirling it with her tongue. I felt my sperm rise. As I was enjoying myself so much that I tried to hold back my climax, but thought it prudent to warn her of the impending deluge. 'Mary, I am nearly there,' I moaned. She nodded and slid her tongue against my phallus and pressed the tip of her tongue gently into my pee hole, spreading the opening slightly. I couldn't stand it anymore. I quivered. My cock throbbed, and with a loud grunt, I exploded. I squirted wad after wad of my cum into Mary's mouth, splattering against her tongue and the back of her throat. I flooded her mouth with cum. She swallowed as fast as she could, but still, some cum leaked out from the side of her mouth. 'Wow! Mary, that was great,' I said as Mary released my cock. 'Thank you,' Mary said, wiping the overflowing sperm with the back of her hand. We helped ourselves to a round of drinks before dinner. 'John, why don't you and your family spend the night here and go back tomorrow night,' Abbu said. 'I second the idea. I was engrossed watching Mary and Babu that I haven't fucked my beauties at all,' Uncle Mohan said, laughing. 'I don't mind. I was so busy watching my wife being fucked by Babu that my cock has yet to taste the choots of Bela and Paro,' John laughed, then turning to Mary asked, 'Mary, what do you say?' 'I'd love to,' she replied, 'Children, what about you?' 'Mom, you've had your fun,' the girls replied, 'we'd like to be fucked also.' 'I'd like to stay too. I haven't screwed Ammi and Aunt Seema yet. They were watching mom being laid by Babu. In the meanwhile, I fucked Saira twice in her cunt and once in her asshole,' Joey said. 'Saira is good,' I said. 'Yes, even for my cock, her both the holes were very tight,' Joey said, fingering Saira, who was grinning like an ape. After drinks, naked as we were, we went for dinner. The new furniture for the dining room was in place. The dining table had a glass top, and our nakedness was visible through it. During the meal, Mary said, 'Girls, I admire your courage to have taken such a big cock in your virgin choot. Rose, weren't you scared?' 'I saw his cock only after the deed was done. Had I seen it before he deflowered me, then I wouldn't have let it come anywhere near me,' Rose giggled. 'Come on, Rose, don't fib. You must have seen it or at least felt it before Babu fucked you,' Mary said. 'No, she didn't,' Seema interrupted, 'We tricked her. Rani told me that Rose was scared of big cocks. I told Rani to cover her face and tell her that Babu is superstitious and considers a bad omen to see the face of the girl he is about to deflower.' 'That was a clever ruse,' Mary laughed, 'What about you, Sara? Did they cover your face too?' 'No, mom, I saw his cock. I had read somewhere that the bigger the cock, the more the pleasure. Secondly, I thought if Nira can take it, so can I,' Sara replied. 'Did you deflower these two also?' she asked me, pointing to Rani and Nira. 'Yes, both of them,' I replied. 'I hadn't seen a real cock before. I had seen cocks on the net. There they were still bigger. Well, when the time came, I didn't know better, and it just happened,' Rani shrugged. Mary looked at Nira. 'My story is similar to Rani's, but I must say that I nearly died when Babu took my cherry,' Nira said. We enjoyed ourselves till after dinner on Sunday. After that day, the Adams spent all weekends at our place enjoying sex games. I had not forgotten the other project. I gave it a lot of thought. I had found out that Mac had shifted to 7, Park View. I watched the house for several days at different times. I saw a big-busted Nepalese maid in her thirties working there. I assumed it was Shanti. It would not be difficult to fuck Shanti given the circumstances in which she fucked Mac. I had a plan to fuck Minu, but the real problem was Ravi's mother. How am I going to get her into my bed? I decided to survey the area where Ravi lived. I was surprised to see a new building, Manhattan Apartments, had come up across the road. I noticed a sign reading "Flats available." Seeds of a plan started to germinate in my mind. I contacted the janitor of the building. 'This is a new building. At present, more than half the flats are lying vacant, but not for long,' the janitor said. Ravi's flat was on the third floor.Therefore, I inspected the flats on the third floor, trying to locate Ravi's flat from there. About half an hour later, I was lucky to see his mother cleaning her room. I chose a flat opposite Ravi's flat on the third floor and the one above it on the fourth floor. 'You want two flats?' the janitor asked. 'Yes. I want one for myself and one for my friends, who are coming from abroad and have asked me to look for a flat for them,' I replied. 'You can have six flats for all I care as long as you pay the rent in advance,' the janitor said. 'No thanks, I require two only,' I said, paying the rent. In the next few days, I rented some furniture to make the third floor flat livable. I also had a video camera installed to record all that took place on the bed. For the fourth-floor apartment, I rented the most sophisticated video equipment, which was capable of recording all that took place in the flat across the street. I also bought a still camera with a telescopic lens. I had to pay through the nose for the equipment, but everything was in place within a week. Though only a limited view was visible, I was confident that given time, I would catch Ravi and his mother making love on the camera. I spent most of my afternoons in the fourth-floor flat waiting for them to get into the act. I kicked off the new project with Minu as well. I met her in the City Park. During our conversation, I told her that Jas had told us all about how she had seduced him. 'The idiot, he does not know when to keep his mouth shut,' she said and added, 'So what?' 'Main bhi tujhe chodna chahata hoon (I want to fuck you also),' I said. She laughed aloud. 'Are you mad?' she said, still laughing. 'Think about it,' I said. 'No way, and don't bother to call me again,' she said and walked off. Satisfied that things were going according to plan, I sat down on a bench to decide upon the next step. Suddenly, I saw Mac's maid coming towards me. I let her go past. To ensure that she was Shanti, I called aloud, 'Shanti.' 'Yes,' she said, stopping and looking around. With long steps, I reached her, and seeing her confused look, I said, 'Don't you recognize me? I am Babu Khan, Mac's school friend.' 'Namaste, shaab, maine aapko pehchana nahin (Namaste, sir, I didn't recognize you),' she replied. 'Are you going to the market?' I asked. 'Haan, shaab (Yes, sir),' she replied. 'I am also going in that direction. Let's walk together,' I said, falling in step with her. For ten minutes, we talked about the weather, about the new house, and Mac. She replied to all my questions humbly and without looking at me. Then I said, 'Shanti, you are very pretty.' She looked at me. A naughty smile played on her lips. 'Many others say so too,' she replied with a saucy expression. 'Shanti, you have a wonderful figure,' I said. 'Many others say so too,' she repeated, giggling. 'I am not joking. You really have a beautiful figure,' I said. 'What do you want?' she asked, laughing aloud. 'Mac ne bataya tha tune kaise uske lund pe chadh ke usse choda tha. Main chahata hoon ki tu mujhe bhi waisi hi chode (Mac told me how you impaled yourself on his standing cock and fucked him. I want you to fuck me the same way),' I said. 'So would many others,' she said, bursting out laughing. I saw I was getting nowhere. Shanti was playing with me. I caught her hand and pulled her towards some thick bushes. 'Where are you taking me?' she chuckled. As she was enjoying herself, she came without creating a fuss. Once we were behind a thick bush, I unzipped my fly and pushed her hand inside. 'W-What...?' she stammered. 'Shut up! You like big cocks, don't you? Is my cock big enough for you?' I asked, looking at her. Her expression changed as she felt my cock grow in her hands. She measured the length and thickness of it with her hands. 'He Bhagwan! Yeh lund hai ya ek khatarnak hathiyar (My God! Is it a cock or a dangerous weapon)?' she said. 'Come to this address at two p.m. tomorrow?' I said, giving her the address. 'I've Friday afternoons off. I can come then,' she said, then hastily added, 'no wait, to taste this cock, I'll come tomorrow. Even if I have to look for a new job.' 'No need for you to lose your job because of me, come on Friday,' I laughed, 'I'll adjust my program.' 'I'll be there. Gosh, I am dripping already,' she said, squeezing my cock. 'Go now, I'll see you on Friday,' I laughed. With a final squeeze, she went her way. I was feeling lucky. I hurried to the fourth floor of Manhattan Apartments but with no luck. On Friday, when I reached the third-floor flat, Shanti was waiting. 'Sorry, I am late,' I said, unlocking the door and showing her the bedroom, 'you undress, I'll be right back.' I checked the camera on the fourth floor, still no luck. When I came down, Shanti was already naked and lying on the bed. Shanti was not a beauty, but had a pleasant face with a ready smile. Her boobs were not as big as I had thought at first, but they were still a handful. Her cunt was freshly shaven and reeked of cheap shaving cream. I took off my clothes, and when my cock sprang to attention in its full glory, Shanti said, 'Aapka lund bahut bada hai, mujhe pyar se chodna (Your cock is very big. Please fuck me gently).' I noticed her choot was already very wet. I covered her and placed my cock on her choot door. As I was about to push my cock in, she reached down and caught it. 'Shaab, dheere dheere lagta hai (Shaab, slowly, it hurts),' she said. Slowly, I entered her. When I was fully inside her, I started to fuck her with slow, long strokes. I varied the speed and length of my strokes. I pulled my cock back to the tip of her choot and slowly inserted it back. Sometimes I gave quick, short strokes, and sometimes long, slow ones. I kept varying the length and the pace of my strokes. It was not long before her hips started to move in rhythm with the in and out movement of my lund. Suddenly, Shanti clutched me and pressed me hard to her body. Her hips moved in a feverish motion, and a wild look came into her eyes. I knew she was very close to coming, and I was also not far away. I began to thrust viciously into her, ramming her so hard that her tits rolled back and forth. She began to gasp, then to moan. She arched her back and thrust her head back, her eyes clinched tightly close. We were both trembling and shuddering, our breaths coming in gasps. With a loud scream, 'I AM COMING,' she came, and immediately triggering off my orgasm also. Gradually, our motions slowed, and we continued to make soft "ahhhh" sounds. We both opened our eyes. Our lips drew together in a long, tender kiss. Soon, my laurda became soft and flopped out of her heavenly fuck tube. She lay there with her legs apart, and a mix of our cum oozed out of her choot. 'Shaab, what a lovely fuck. I have never cum like this before,' she said. I took her in my arms and, kissing her tenderly, asked, 'Shanti, tell me at what age did you lose your cherry?' 'Shaab, ek baar aur chodo, phir jo aap kahoge, main bataungi (Sir, fuck me one more time, then I'll tell you what you want),' she said. 'All right, but this time you fuck me like you fucked Mac for the first time,' I said. She smiled and, mounting me, commenced fucking me. When she had finished, I said, 'Now tell me.' 'Would you believe me if I told you that I lost my cherry before I knew I had one?' she said. 'I don't believe it. And who popped your cherry?' I asked. 'Till today, I don't know who deflowered me?' she said. End of part 12. To be continued... Friends, I am grateful for your feedback. Keep sending your comments on sahebji70@yahoo.com Keep reading... There is plenty of more action to come... And don't forget to vote. Take care, Saheb Sahebji

Part 12

Authors/SAHEBJI/BAM WHAM THANK YOU MA'AM 12.txt

Sahebji

DEN OF DEBAUCHERY 7

'Maybe our party could be considered as Reema's birthday party. This way, both objectives will be achieved,' Arti proposed. 'Good idea. That is what we will do. We will be there. Saturday, five o'clock, you said?' MD asked excitedly. 'Yes, sir. Please don't forget to bring Reema and Seema also,' Arti added. 'Oh yes, of course,' MD replied. 'Well done, Arti. You baited the hook very nicely. Now, uncle will definitely come,' Mala said. 'Now that the business part is over, it is time to enjoy,' Sudha said, undoing her blouse buttons. 'Yes, mama, let us enjoy,' Mala giggled. 'Come on, boys, help the ladies to undress and fuck them together in one room. It is not every day that a mother and daughter get screwed together,' Arti said. All the four men descended on the ladies and carried them into a bedroom. 'Bhaiya, what are you thinking?' Ritu asked. 'About Saturday and Reema's kori choot (virgin cunt), no doubt,' Arti giggled. 'You are right, as usual, my dear,' I said, and gathering Lila and Sara in my arms, added, 'come, girls, give me some practice.' Arti and my sisters laughed loudly as we three left. After screwing Lila and Sara, I waited impatiently for Seema's birthday party to start. The time seemed to stand still. The hands of the clock wouldn't move fast enough for me. While waiting, I dozed off. My subconscious registered the sound of the clock striking four, 'Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong.' Suddenly, my eyes snapped open. I was now wide awake. After a quick wash, I went into the living room. I noticed that the furniture had been rearranged. The sofa, etc., had been arranged in a semi-circle with a bed in the center. My four brothers-in-law were naked and were playing cards. 'Hello, fellows. Why naked?' I asked. 'Arti bhabi's instructions,' Ram replied. 'Where is she?' I inquired. 'In the kitchen with the girls, preparing snacks for the party,' Sham said. I went into the kitchen. Arti and the girls were also naked. 'What's up?' I asked. 'Your cock, I hope,' Arti laughed, 'remember, you have to pop Reema's cherry today.' 'Oh, I know that. What I meant was, you all being naked and the furniture arranged as if there is going to be a show or something,' I asked. 'Of course, there is going to be a show. We want to watch you deflower Reema. You can't have all the fun, eh, girls?' Arti said. 'Yeah, we all want to watch,' they said in a chorus. 'Arti, you want me to deflower Reema while you all are watching?' I asked. 'Of course. Do you have any problem with it?' Arti asked. 'No, not me, but won't it embarrass Reema?' I replied. 'We will cross that bridge when we get to it,' Arti said, 'darling, go and get ready. Reema will be arriving shortly.' After a shower, when I joined the others, the front doorbell rang. Arti, now clad in her housecoat, ran out of the kitchen to open the door, shouting, 'They are here. Everybody to your places.' It was Mala and Reema. 'Come on in,' Arti said, 'you really cut it fine. For a moment, I thought the MD had smelled a rat,' Arti said. Arti ushered Reema and Mala into the living room. Reema looked radiantly beautiful. Seeing everyone naked, Reema stopped in her tracks and turned red. 'M..M..Mala didi, they are all naked,' she stuttered. 'Not naked, darling,' Arti said, 'they are dressed in their birthday suit to celebrate your eighteenth birthday in style. Reema, come with me. I will help you undress appropriately for the occasion.' 'Arti, don't forget the hair on her choot,' Mala shouted after the receding figures. 'Don't worry, I know I have been there,' Arti replied, raising her finger and wriggling it in acknowledgment before disappearing into the master bedroom with Reema. 'Why so late?' I asked Mala. 'We are lucky to be here. My uncle nearly ruined everything,' Mala said, starting to undress. 'Really! What happened?' I said. 'Aren't you going to undress?' Mala asked. 'Yes, I will later. It takes me only seconds,' I replied, 'tell me what happened.' 'When Reema and I were ready to leave, we went to uncle's room to tell him that we were leaving,' Mala started her story. He said, 'No, wait. What is the hurry? We will all go together.' For a moment, I was nonplussed, but managed to say, 'Uncle, but why? We are set to leave, and you will require at least half an hour to get ready.' Here, luckily, my aunt came to my rescue. 'Raju, where is the harm? Let the children go ahead and have fun. She is right; we have yet to get ready and won't be leaving for another thirty minutes,' Kala auntie said. 'Tum Randy ko nahin janti. Mauka milte hee woh Reema ki choot phard dega (You don't know Randy. Given the slightest opportunity, he will deflower Reema).' 'Oh, papa,' Reema said, blushing, 'main ab bachchi tau nahin hoon ki jo chahye jab chahye mujhe chod de (I am not a child anymore that anyone can fuck me whenever he wants).' 'Darling, that is my main worry, that you are no longer a child,' he said. 'Come on, Raju, you are unduly suspicious of Randy,' my mother said, 'woh Reema ki choot kaisse phardega (how will he deflower her)? His flat is crawling with his relatives. You should know because you yourself are looking forward to meeting them.' 'Yes, you are right,' uncle laughed, 'go on, girls. Enjoy yourselves. Tell Randy we will be there at sharp five.' On the way, I asked, 'Kyon Reema, apni choot phardwane ke liye tayyar hai? (Reema, are you ready to lose your cherry?)' Blushing, she sighed, 'Oh haan (Oh yes).' 'Look, Randy, the birthday girl is here,' Mala said, handing her clothes to Lila, 'Lila, darling, please put them away.' Mala was right. Arti and Reema had just entered the living room. Both were naked. Reema was blushing prettily and held her hands in front of her freshly shaven choot. 'Reema, don't hide your choot,' Mala said, pulling Reema's hands away, 'it is so beautiful. Let everyone see it.' Seeing this naked beauty, my cock started to harden. I quickly undressed. As soon as my cock was free from its confines, it stood pointing towards the ceiling with its big red head glowing in anticipation of a fresh choot. Ritu exclaimed, 'Phew! What a lund!' Smiling, I glanced towards her, and saw Nitu nudge Sham with her elbow and whisper loud enough for all to hear, 'Isse assli laurda kehete hain (Now, that is what I call a real cock).' 'Yeh kya bura hai? (What is wrong with this?)' Sham replied, pointing to his erection. 'Thorda chota hai, lakin hai bahut pyaara (A little small, but very sweet),' Nitu laughed, kissing Sham's lund. Arti led Reema to me and, pushing her in my arms, said, 'Now, you look after the birthday girl.' I embraced Reema and gently caressed her tits while kissing her tenderly on her lips. At first, she did not respond, but after a few minutes, kissed me back as passionately as I kissed her. At five minutes to five, I laid her on the bed and got on top of her. She kept her legs closed. I rubbed my cock in between her cunt lips. With a loud 'AAHHH,' her legs separated. I continued kissing her and rubbing my cock on her choot. 'Randy, mujhe iss terah se mat tarsao aur meri choot phard do (Randy, don't tease me like this. Deflower me),' Reema moaned, spreading her legs even wider. 'Soon, my love, soon,' I replied. I looked around and saw that except for Mala and Arti, who were watching us, the others were busy fondling each other. The doorbell rang. 'Attention, everybody. The "cherry popping" show is about to start,' Arti said, putting on a housecoat, 'they are here.' I could not see them, but could hear what was said. 'Good afternoon, sir. Thanks for coming,' Arti said, 'Kala, Sudha, welcome to our apartment.' The time had come to take Reema's cherry. I placed my cock at the entrance of her dripping choot and whispered, 'Darling, it will hurt a little.' Reema nodded bravely and braced herself. I pulled back a little and pushed my cock into her. 'AAAAYYYYYYIIIIIEEEEEEE HAI MAR GAYI. BAHUT DARD HO RAHI HAI (AAAAYYYYYYIIIIIEEEEEEE I AM DYING. IT HURTS TERRIBLY),' Reema shouted as my lund, tearing through the virginal barrier, nestled itself deep inside her fuck channel. I commenced to move my cock in and out of her tight cunt. 'Kya bahut dard ho rahi hai? (Is it hurting a lot?)' I asked. 'Hui thi, per ab nahin (It did, but not now),' Reema replied bravely, 'chodete raho (continue to fuck).' 'Who is that screaming?' MD asked Arti. 'It sounded like Reema,' Kala remarked. 'Yes, it was Reema,' Sudha said, laughing wickedly, 'I think Randy has given our virgin Reema her birthday present.' 'HEY BHAGWAN, RANDY NE REEMA KI CHOOT PHHARD DI (OH MY GOD, RANDY HAS DEFLOWERED REEMA),' MD shouted, rushing into the living room, followed by the three ladies, where I was stroking Reema's choot with long, slow strokes. 'RANDY, STOP! Don't do that. It is my daughter Reema,' MD wailed. 'Randy, tum kya kar rahe ho? (Randy, what are you doing?)' Kala asked unnecessarily. 'Kala, kya andhi ho gayi hai? Dekh nahin sakti ki Randy Reema ko chod raha hai (Kala, are you blind? Can't you see that Randy is fucking Reema)?'"Can't you see that Randy is fucking Reema?" Sudha said, grinning broadly. "Sudha, the way you are enjoying our predicament, I would say that you knew about this all the time," MD said, looking at Sudha. "Yes, I not only knew about it but also planned it," Sudha replied with smug satisfaction. "Why, Sudha, why? What did I do to you?" MD asked, perplexed. "To revenge my humiliation at your hands," Sudha said. "Me? Humiliate you? Never. When did I humiliate you?" MD asked. "You seem to have a very short memory for your own shortcomings," Sudha said viciously. "Remember the night in Hotel Bristol, where you so grandiosely presented my choot to Randy as if it belonged to you? Yes, you offered my choot to him without even asking me first, and when I refused, you had the gall to blackmail me by threatening to pop Mala's cherry, when you jolly well knew that she was not a virgin because you yourself had fucked her a few days ago." "What? You disgusting man, you fucked your own 'daughter' like niece?" Kala said. "Kala, darling, they deceived me. I did not know that it was Mala," MD explained. "Now you can say what you like. Tomorrow, you will want to fuck your own daughters, you lecherous beast," Kala said, turning away from him in disgust. "Believe me, darling, I was tricked by Mala and Arti," MD tried to explain again. "Kala, he is right, he did not know he was tricked, but what business did he have to give my choot away the way he did?" Sudha said angrily. "You enjoyed Randy's big cock, didn't you?" MD charged. "What if I did enjoy it, but the point is that you still had no right..." Sudha reiterated. Before this developed into a full-fledged free-for-all fight, Arti intervened. "STOP! STOP, I SAY! STOP," Arti shouted, and when they had calmed down, she added, "Did you hear what Reema said?" They shook their heads in the negative. "What did you say, Reema?" Arti asked Reema. "Please repeat it." "Oh, Randy, ruk kyon gaye? Aur chodo na, bahut achcha lag raha hai (Oh, Randy, why have you stopped? Keep fucking me, it feels so nice)," Reema moaned. "Sorry, my darling, I got distracted," I said and recommenced to move my cock in and out of her tight choot. "What had to happen has happened. Reema's virginity is gone. It is a thing of the past. She is enjoying herself, and so is Randy. Why don't you also have fun instead of quarreling? Girls, come here," Arti said, and when the girls came, she added, "Sir, meet my sisters-in-law Lila and Sara. You have already met Ritu and Nitu." Forgetting Reema and the quarrel, MD put his arms around them and, squeezing their boobs, said, "Very pretty indeed." "OOOOHHH," they moaned. "Tell me, my dears, what is your choot like?" MD asked, fingering their cunts and leading them towards the bedroom. "Hot..." Lila sighed. "...and empty, waiting for your cock," Sara moaned. "Arti, I like them," MD laughed. "Which one of you shall I fuck first?" "Me," Sara said quickly. "No, me. I am older," Lila said. "Let us go inside the bedroom, then we will decide," MD laughed, leading them inside. "Kala, Sudha, the hard cocks of these four horny and healthy young men are waiting to please your choots," Arti said, presenting the quartet. Kala, forgetting that her daughter had just lost her virginity, grabbed the cocks of Sham and Ashu. "Y..hes, they are nice and hard," she squealed, and pulling them towards the bedroom by their cocks, said, "Sudha, bring the other two, and let us together take the starch out of their cocks." "Arti, Mala, why don't you also join us? There are four of them," Sudha suggested. "No, you go ahead," Arti replied. "Randy will look after us when he finishes fucking Reema." With a big grin, Sudha, pulling Ram and Amit by their cocks behind her, followed Kala into the bedroom. While the above was going on, I continued to fuck Reema with long, slow strokes. "Oh, Randy, it feels so good," Reema sighed. "Oh, move faster?" I increased the speed of my strokes. "Y...hes, that is right. Oh, go faster. Y...hes, faster and harder. GOD, IT FEELS GOOD. OH, OH, RANDY, I AM NEARLY THERE. OH, MY GOOODDDDD. I AM COMMMINNNNNG," Reema screamed and fell back, panting. Without missing a stroke, I continued to move my lund in and out of her choot. "Reema, how was your first orgasm with a laurda inside you?" Mala asked. "Oh, didi, it was just out of this world," Reema replied, gasping for breath. "Oh, I think I will cum again," Reema squealed and clasped me tightly to her bosom. I felt my spunk rising and increased the speed and the strength of my strokes. Reema's bottoms were moving in rhythm with my strokes. "OH, MY GOD, IT FEELS GREAT," Reema shouted. "Y...HES, RANDY, BANG YOUR COCK INTO ME. HARDER, Y...HES, HARDER. THAT IS THE WAY. OH, I AM NEARLY THERE. DDDON"T SSSTOPPP. Y..HES, FASTER. GOD, I AM THERE, OHH RRRAAANNDDDYYYYY," she screamed as her cunt received her first shot of cum. We both lay, kissing and savoring the intense pleasure we had just experienced. "Oh, Randy, now fuck me, I am feeling so horny," Arti said, and turning to Mala, added, "Mala, call one of the boys to look after Reema's cunt." As I entered Arti, I saw Ram getting on top of Reema. "Kya, ab Ram bhi mujhe chodega (Will Ram fuck me also)?" Reema asked. "Yes, my dear. Ram and all the rest of them also," Mala replied. After fucking Arti, I fucked Mala. As we finished, I heard Arti say, "Amit, you rascal, what do you think you are doing?" "Preparing to fuck Reema in her ass hole," Amit replied. "No, you are not. It is Randy's prerogative to take her ass hole cherry, not yours," Arti said. "Fuck her in the cunt like the others did." "I wanted to, but Reema said that her cunt is hurting, so I decided to take her in the ass," Amit said. "Reema, did you ask Amit to fuck you in your ass hole?" Arti inquired. "No, of course not. I only asked him to wait as my cunt was a bit sore," Reema replied, blushing. "Amit, isski choot chod (Amit, fuck her cunt)," Arti ordered. As ordered, Amit commenced to fuck Reema in her cunt. Peeping into the bedrooms, I saw that MD was busy humping Sara, while Ram and Ashu were busy fucking Sudha and Kala. From their loud moans, it was evident that they were enjoying themselves. "Randy, are you ready to take Reema's gaand cherry?" Arti asked. "Of course, darling," I said, pointing to my hard-on. "Then why the delay? Get on with it," Mala said. Turning to Reema, I said, "Darling, get on all fours. I will now fuck you in your ass hole." "No, Randy, please not in my ass hole," Reema pleaded, looking at Arti and Mala for help. "Gaand tau phardwani pardegi (You will have to lose your ass hole cherry)," Mala said. "Didi, Randy's lund is sooo big. It will kill me," Reema begged. "Mala survived, and so did I. Don't worry, you will not die. Now do as Randy says, my dear," Arti said sternly. Reluctantly, Reema crouched on all fours. Spreading her ass cheeks, I applied some spit on her small, puckered brown rear entrance. Placing my cock on her butt hole, I pressed forward. "OOOOOO, IT IS HURTING. RANDY, PLEASE SPARE MY GAAND," Reema shouted loudly. "GET OFF ME! LET ME GET UP," I heard MD shout. "I MUST STOP RANDY FROM FUCKING REEMA IN HER ASS HOLE." "WHO CARES? LET HIM. I AM ABOUT TO CUM," Lila screamed back. "I CARE. GET OFF," MD shouted again. This was followed by sounds of a commotion, and I saw the MD emerging from the room with his cock in the air, dragging four naked girls, who were trying to hold him back, behind him. "RANDY, STOP," MD said loudly to me. "DON'T YOU DARE FUCK REEMA IN THE ASS HOLE." Without paying attention to him, I continued to press for entry into Reema's gaand. "OH, MAMA, PLEASE RESCUE MY GAAND," Reema pleaded. MD shouted at me a couple of times more to stop, but I continued to press for entry inside Reema's virgin gaand. He then entered the other room, shouting, "KALA, TU YAHAN CHUDWARAHI HAI AUR USS KAMARE MAIN RANDY HUMAARI BETI KI GAAND MARNE WALA HAI (KALA, YOU ARE FUCKING HERE, AND IN THE OTHER ROOM, RANDY IS ABOUT TO FUCK OUR DAUGHTER IN HER ASS HOLE)." "I DON'T CARE. LET HIM. I AM ENJOYING MYSELF. Y..HES, RAM, LIKE THIS, HARDER AND FASTER," Kala shouted back at him. At this point, Reema's sphincter gave way, and amid Reema's blood-chilling scream, "AAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE, MAR GAYI (AAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIIEEEEEEE, I AM DYING)," my cock buried itself to the hilt in her ass hole. "RAJU, AB KUCH NAHIN HO SAKTA. RANDY KA LAURDA REEMA KI GAAND MAI GHUSS CHUKA HAI (RAJU, NOTHING TO BE DONE NOW. RANDY'S COCK IS ALREADY INSIDE REEMA'S ASS HOLE)," I heard Sudha laugh loudly. "GO ENJOY THE YOUNG GIRLS IF YOU STILL CAN?" "REEMA'S ASS HOLE CHERRY WON'T STOP HIM FROM FUCKING THE GIRLS TILL HIS COCK CAN'T STAND ANY MORE. FOR FOUR YOUNG CUNTS, HE WILL EVEN HAVE HIS OTHER DAUGHTER DEFLOWERED. AM I RIGHT, MY DARLING?" Kala snickered loudly. "NOW GO, DON'T KEEP FOUR YOUNG CHOOTS WAITING." To my surprise, without a word, the MD, with bowed head, dragged himself out of the room and joined the girls. After I had finished fucking Reema in her ass hole, Mala asked, "Reema, did you feel any pleasure?" "At first, it really hurt like hell, but then it was nice," Reema blushed. Arti shouted, "AMIT, COME. YOU CAN NOW FUCK REEMA'S GAAND." One by one, all the four young studs fucked Reema in her ass hole. While we were resting, we heard MD say, "Sorry, girls, now I must go home. You have fucked my balls dry, and my cock won't stand any more," followed by loud squeals of disappointment from the girls. A few minutes later, he emerged, fully dressed, followed by four naked beauties. Going into the other bedroom, he said, "Come, Kala, let us go home." "You go alone. I am having a great time. There is still a lot of life in the lunds of these young studs," Kala moaned. "No, we will go home together. Ram, stop fucking my wife and let her get up," MD ordered. "RAM, DON'T YOU DARE.""Oh, I am about to cum. Yes, harder. Ram faster." "Oh, I am there. God, I am coming!" Kala screamed as Ram grunted loudly, signaling that he had also finished. "Sudha, please come with us. Raju's cock is dead, and I am still feeling horny. Maybe we can do something together?" Kala said. "Sure, but let us finish first," Sudha moaned. "What did Mama mean by 'we can do something together'?" Reema asked in a whisper. "You will soon find out," Arti grinned. "Hey, Kala, you both are not serious about leaving. I want to fuck you again," Sham said. "Sorry, darling, but I must leave. My lord and master commands. We will come some other day, but without him, then you can fuck us as often as you like," Kala replied. "Ashu, my boy, this way it will take hours. Fuck her harder. Yes, and faster," Kala prompted. "Oh, yes. This feels good. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes," Sudha squealed as she came. "Ashu, haven't you finished?" Kala asked impatiently. "No, not yet, but I am about to cum. Yes, oh," he sighed as he came. Ten minutes later, they came into the living room ready to leave. "Reema, get dressed. We are going home," MD ordered. Pin-drop silence followed. Reema did not know what to do. She looked around for help, but none came. She realized that she was now eighteen and must deal with her papa on her own. Mustering enough courage, she said, "No, Papa. I am enjoying myself and going to stay here. You go with Mama. I will come later with Mala didi." Her reply triggered a spontaneous round of applause from all of us. "No, I say you will come home with us now," MD shouted. "She is eighteen; she can do what she wants," Sudha interjected softly. "Oh, let her remain if she wants to," Kala said. "Randy has taken both her cunt as well as her asshole cherry. What more can happen?" MD wanted to say something, but Sudha and Kala pulled him away. After we had seen them off, Arti said, "Boys, from your erections, I see you want more choot. Take the girls; they also want more cock, and have fun. It is getting late, and we will be having dinner in an hour." After dinner, Arti said, "Reema, now for your next lesson in the game of love. Mala, do you want her to eat your pussy first?" "No, Arti. It is your privilege. Randy was first in the men's department, and among the ladies, you take the lead," Mala replied. "Fine, if that is what you want," Arti said, and then, settling herself more comfortably on the sofa, raised her legs and, spreading them, said to Reema, "Reema, lick my choot till I cum. Make sure that you lick every drop of my love juice." Reema hesitated. "Go on, do it. You wanted to know what your mother meant. Now you know," Arti said. Still hesitating, Reema gave Arti's choot a couple of tentative licks. "Yes, my dear, that is the way. Don't do it half-heartedly. Go for it; you will love it," Arti squealed. Reema gave Arti's choot a few more licks. Then, grinning at us, she asked, "It is nice. Am I doing it right?" "Go on, start licking. I will guide you if required," Mala said. Reema started to eat Arti's pussy. "Yes, my dear, go on. It feels great," Arti moaned. "Reema, you are doing fine. Now, spread her cunt lips with your fingers and lick in between them," Mala instructed. "Oh, Reema, you are good," Arti moaned. "Reema, can you see her swollen clit?" Mala asked. Reema nodded. "Good, now titillate her clit with your tongue. Swirl your tongue round it," Mala said. "Ow, God, it is heavenly," Arti screamed. "Use your tongue like your finger when you masturbate. Yes, tease her clit," Mala guided. Arti's bottoms started to twitch and then move up and down. "Oh, Reema, go on," Arti shouted. "Now, take her clit in between your teeth and bite lightly, but don't hurt her," Mala said. "Oooooooo, it is lovely," Arti screamed. "Great. Now, stick your tongue in her choot hole and fuck it with your tongue," Mala advised. "Oowwaa," Arti shouted as she felt Reema's tongue enter her cunt, "Go on, don't stop. Yes, faster, faster. God, I am coming," Arti squealed. "Reema, you were great. Now, lick her juice," Mala said. "Reema, you were wonderful," Arti panted, embracing and kissing Reema. "How was it?" I asked. "Not bad, not bad at all. Now, who is next?" she asked, smiling and sticking her tongue out, added, "I am ready." "Mala, your turn," Arti said. After Reema had finished eating the pussy of all the girls one after the other, she groaned, "God, my tongue is aching." "You can rest your tongue now. It is time that we use our tongue to give you pleasure," Arti laughed, "Come, darling, sit on the sofa and spread your legs like I did." "Okay, girls, let us give Reema a real treat. When I stop, Mala will take over, and so on, in the same order as before, but with a minimum of pause in between," Arti said and started to eat Reema's pussy. "Oh, Arti," Reema moaned. Arti kept licking her choot. Reema continued to moan loudly, and her bottoms started to twitch and move. "Oh, Arti, it feels good. Go on, don't stop. God, it is great. Much better than fingering myself. God, Arti, you are great. Bite my clit harder. Yes, your tongue feels so good inside my choot. Oh, fuck me with your tongue. Yes, fuck me faster. Oh, oh, I am coming," she screamed and fell back, gasping for breath. After licking her juices, Arti released her, and Mala latched on to her choot. This went on till Sara completed the circle. "God, I have cum so often that I am half dead," Reema gasped. "Don't worry, I have just the medicine to build your strength," Arti giggled, "You must now drink some nice, thick, creamy tonic dispensed by the boys' lund." "I know what you mean," Reema giggled, "Can't I take the tonic in my choot?" "In the choot, this tonic does not give strength, but it makes babies," Mala laughed. "Oh, God, in all this excitement, I clean forgot. What if I get pregnant? Papa will kill me," Reema said. "Let us hope that you don't conceive, but if you do, then..." Arti started to say when Ritu interrupted her, saying, "Long live Dr. Quack." "You start by sucking Randy's cock and swallow his cum, and so on, till you have sucked off all of them," Arti decreed. Reema took my cock in her mouth and started to suck. It felt good, but her teeth hurt. "Careful with your teeth, my dear. They hurt." "Oh, it feels good. Go on, suck harder. Move your head up and down. Yes, that's the way. Oh, yes, go on. Don't stop. God, I am about to cum. Careful, Reema. Oh, I am coming," I shouted and released my load into her mouth. Reluctantly, she swallowed it and made a face. "Did you like it?" Mala asked. "It was all right, a bit too salty for my taste," Reema replied. When she had finished giving all of us boys a blowjob, Mala said, "Reema, we must go home. It is late." On my return after escorting Reema and Mala home, I found Lila and Sara waiting. "Why aren't you two in bed?" I asked. "Arti didi is with Ram, and Sham and Ashu and Amit are with your sisters," Sara said dejectedly. "We waited so that we could lead you to the right bedroom," Lila said, smiling. Before sleeping, I fucked them once each. In the morning, when I reached the office, I was still tired. "Jaya, when is my appointment with Mr. Barton?" I asked. "At noon, sir," she replied. "Good. I am going to take a nap..." I started to say when Jaya interrupted me, "Fucking all night, no doubt." "Shut up, girl, and listen to me," I said brusquely. "Wake me at 11:30 with a cup of coffee and something sweet to eat." "Something sweet like my pussy, sir?" Jaya giggled. "No! Something sweet like biscuits. Understood?" I said. "Yes, sir," Jaya said and then mumbled loudly, "He fucks all and sundry all night, but grudges to let poor little me have some fun." The next week was very hectic, work-wise. I left home early and returned late. One night, as I lay with Arti, she said, "Randy, I have something to tell you." "What?" I grunted. "Today, when I was resting in the afternoon, Sham came in and slid into my bed." "What's new about that? You both have fucked before," I replied tiredly. "Don't interrupt. Let me tell you my way. After he had fucked me twice, he asked, 'Bhabi, when is a man happy?'" "You tell me. You are a man," I replied. "When I was in college and fucked a girl for the first time, I thought I was the happiest man in the world, even though we did not get enough opportunities to fuck. Then I married Nitu. She was my wife, and I could fuck her whenever I wanted. Nitu, being horny by nature, never refused. I thought I could not be any happier." "One day, Ritu seduced me. Later, I found out that Ram was fucking Nitu. We decided to share them. Now, I had two girls I could fuck at will. Then, we got into wife swapping with five other couples. Bhabi, I was then fucking seven cunts. Bhabi, tell me, could a man have it any better?" "I don't know. You tell me," I said. "Yes, bhabi, one could," he continued. "I was very reluctant to come on this holiday. I was in no mood to revert to fucking two cunts instead of the seven I was fucking at home, but I was persuaded to come. Now, I can't believe that since my arrival here, I have fucked seven more ladies, including your lovely self. Bhabi, you think I am happy?" "I should think so. To screw a dozen ladies at your young age is quite an achievement," I replied. "No, bhabi, no. I am not happy. Dil mange more (My heart wants more)," he said. "You mean you want to fuck more ladies?" I asked. "Yes, bhabi. The more I get, the more I want. I love fucking new cunts," Sham said. "I wish Randy would arrange for more cunts for me to fuck." "If that is how you feel, then why don't you ask Randy?" I suggested.'I thought it would be better if you asked him,' he replied. 'Okay, I will talk to him, but till such time he arranges for new cunts for you,' I replied, laughing, 'you might as well fuck the daylights out of me with that lovely erection of yours.' 'He laughed and proceeded to fuck the hell out of me. Oh, darling, I tell you that boy can fuck,' Arti sighed. 'So you want me to get a girl from the office for Sham?' I said. 'Yes, darling, please arrange another orgy like we had on Reema's birthday with someone new. I have promised him this much,' Arti replied. 'I will do it because you say so,' I replied. Next morning, I invited Jaya to the party. 'Thank you, sir, that I am honored, but I don't think I can make it,' she said. 'Why not? Will your boyfriend be fucking you that evening?' I asked with a naughty smirk. 'No such luck, sir. My father won't let me,' she said. 'Why not?' I asked, surprised. 'He is so worried about my virginity. He keeps telling me to keep away from the immoral and depraved rich,' she replied sadly. So the old man did have some inkling about MD's extracurricular activities, I thought, but aloud I said, laughing, 'Your what?' 'My virginity. He does not know I lost it many months ago. I don't have the heart to tell him, it would kill him,' Jaya replied solemnly, then reverting to her normal self, she screamed, 'God, what will I wear? I have nothing to wear.' 'Clothes are secondary because you won't be wearing them for long at the party,' I smiled. Wide-eyed, she asked, 'Party main kya chudai bhi hogi? (What! Will there be fucking at the party?)' 'Lots and lots of it,' I replied, grinning broadly. 'Put my name down, I will definitely come,' Jaya confirmed. 'What about your father?' I asked. 'Don't worry about him, I will manage somehow,' she laughed. In the evening, Arti asked me as to when we would have the orgy and who all would attend. 'On Saturday. I have asked Mala to bring Reema, the MD will also be joining us, but without Kala and Sudha. The man-woman ratio is better this way, and most probably the new girl will be Jaya, my secretary,' I replied. 'Why most probably?' Arti inquired. 'She has to ask her father,' I replied, telling her the details of my conversation with her. 'Why didn't you ask Malti? She would have had no such hassles as Rama, her mother knows all about her,' Arti suggested. 'Actually, I did ask her, but she was having her "those days",' I replied, 'don't worry, for a fuck, Jaya would even climb the Mount Everest.' 'So the idea of fucking at the party clinched the issue with Jaya,' Arti giggled. 'Yes, it did. Jaya is crazy about fucking, sometimes I think she is a nymphomaniac,' I mused. 'Don't judge her so hastily. All young girls of her age want to fuck and fuck. Only she announces it openly while others keep it to themselves,' Arti said. 'You mean you were also like this?' I asked, grinning. 'Yes, I wanted to fuck from the day I turned fifteen, but was too prudish to accept it,' Arti replied seriously. Next morning, Jaya confirmed that her father had permitted her to attend the party, but he wanted a word with me. 'Okay, I will talk to him when I come to pick you up on Saturday. Be ready at seven sharp,' I told her. On Saturday, when I reached her house, Raghu was waiting for me. 'Sir, please take care of my Jaya. She is very innocent and does not understand the ways of this wicked world,' Raghu requested with folded hands. 'Don't worry, old man, no harm will come to her. I will bring her back in the same condition as I am taking her,' I replied ambiguously. Jaya looked stunningly beautiful. She was dressed in a white chiffon sari with a matching white blouse, white sandals, and was carrying a white purse. She had a white bindi on her forehead, and her lipstick was also whitish in color. 'You are looking gorgeous,' I said as we got into the car. 'Thank you, sir,' she replied, blushing. 'Your attire is very pretty, but I thought you said you had nothing to wear,' I said, teasing her. 'All that you can see, I have borrowed from a friend, but what you can't see is mine,' she laughed. 'Matching white bra and panties, no doubt,' I ventured to guess. 'Actually, no bra or panties, just a bathed and scented beautiful body of mine with a freshly shaven choot, just the way you like it,' she giggled. 'Yes, your body is beautiful. I can vouch for that, but why did you not wear your undergarments?' I asked. 'This is the first party of its kind I am attending. I was not sure of the dress code, so I decided to play safe and instead of wearing them, I put them in my purse,' she replied impishly and snuggled up to me. Putting one arm around her, I caressed her boobs and pinched her nipples through the thin material of her blouse. 'Oh, sir, you have made me wet,' she moaned, 'how will I explain the cum spots on the sari to my friend?' 'You are a clever girl, I am confident you will find a way,' I laughed and continued to squeeze her tits. By the time we reached my flat, Jaya had cum once. When we entered the living room, it was buzzing with conversation. Seeing us, the conversation stopped. The boys gaped at Jaya with open-mouthed admiration. I saw that all the guests were present. Spying Mala and Reema among the guests, a shocked Jaya whispered, 'God, sir, what are Miss Mala and Miss Reema doing in such a party?' 'Relax, darling, they are also one of us. Dono ki choot maine hee phardi hai (I deflowered both of them),' I replied, laughing. To my surprise, Jaya said softly to herself, 'Lucky girls.' 'Ladies and Gentlemen, this is Jaya,' I announced, introducing Jaya. Sham panted, 'Iss pari ko sabse pahele main chodunga (I will fuck this angel first).' Jaya smiled happily. 'Jaya, come into my arms,' Sham said, spreading his arms, 'let us not waste any time.' Dropping her purse, Jaya ran to him. The ice was broken, and the conversation resumed. I walked to Mala and Reema. 'Reema, I am glad you could make it,' I said. 'Do you know, Randy, what transpired when uncle saw Reema here?' Mala asked. 'No, what happened?' I asked. 'When we arrived, uncle was already here. Seeing Reema, he asked angrily, "Reema, what are you doing here?"' 'Calmly, Reema replied, "Jo aap kar rahain hain farak itna hai ki aap chodene aaye hain aur main chudwane (The same as you, the only difference is that you have come to fuck and I am here to be fucked)."' I laughed and said, 'Come, Reema, let me check if you told your papa the truth.' Fun and games started. Everyone fucked everyone. Changing partners at will. At ten, the phone rang. My intuition said that it was Raghu. The room was echoing with loud moans and groans of pleasure. 'Silence, please,' I said, clapping loudly. Everyone kept quiet except Jaya, whom the MD was humping. 'HAAN AUR ZOR SE. SIR AUR ZOR SE CHODO (YES, HARDER. SIR, FUCK ME HARDER),' she screamed. Catching the MD's eye, I requested him to stop for a while. As the MD stopped, Jaya shouted, 'W..What happened? Why have y.....' Arti motioned her into silence, pointing towards me. Picking up the receiver, I said, 'Randy speaking.' It was Raghu. 'Yes, Raghu, what do you want?' Hearing her father's name, Jaya froze, and the blood drained from her face. 'Sorry to disturb you, sir, may I talk to Jaya?' he requested. 'Sorry, she can't come on the line now. She is in the midst of taking some important dictation from the MD,' I replied, grinning. Then he again repeated that I should look after her, etc. This irritated me, and I lost my cool. 'Listen, old man, I have already assured you that no harm will come to her, but if you are still not convinced, then I suggest that you don't send her to work from Monday,' I said angrily. Raghu then started to beg a thousand pardons. 'Don't worry, I will personally bring her back as soon as she is finished here,' I told Raghu brusquely and banged the receiver down. The party continued. At midnight, I drove a very reluctant Jaya home. On the way, I asked what she had meant by her remark 'Lucky girls.' She blushed and replied, 'I will tell you when we reach home.' On arriving, I reminded her that the reply to my query was still due. 'Sir, I am happy with my fate, but my only complaint is that you did not deflower me,' she giggled and ran inside. Three or was it four days later, around lunchtime, Jaya placed some letters on my table. I saw that she was dressed for the street. 'Where are you going?' I asked. 'I have applied for half-day leave. My application is on your table,' she said, avoiding my eyes. Perusing her application, I said, 'No, my dear, you are not going anywhere till you have finished all pending work.' 'Oh, sir, please let me go. I promise to finish all pending work tomorrow. I will come early and leave late, but please, sir, don't stop me today. Please let me go. Please, please, sir,' she begged. Something was going on which I didn't know about. 'Sit down, girl, and tell me what you are up to? The truth, please,' I said gently. 'Sir, Sham called and wants me to come. They want to fu.. give me some dictation,' she replied, blushing. 'Now I understand,' I laughed, 'but what about the other ladies?' I asked. 'He told me that they are going out shopping. Sir, please sanction my leave. This is like a dream come true, just imagine, sir, four virile young men alone with me. Oh God, just thinking about it has made me drip. Please, sir, let me go, I beg of you.' 'Okay, go,' I laughed, 'remember to finish all pending work tomorrow.' 'I will. I will,' she said, climbing half across my desk, kissed me hard on my lips, and ran out of my office. By the time I recovered from the sudden kiss, she was probably out of the building. Later in the afternoon, the MD called me. 'Where is Jaya? I haven't seen her all afternoon,' he asked. 'She is on leave for the afternoon,' I replied.He then summoned Manjari and asked her to make some coffee. While sipping coffee, the MD said, 'She makes good coffee. Jaya seems to be quite overloaded with work, and I am toying with the idea of appointing Manjari as my secretary,' the MD mused. 'Good idea, sir, but don't you think we should first check her credentials?' I said, grinning. 'You're right, that is a must,' the MD laughed. Calling Manjari, he said, 'My dear, I am thinking of appointing you as my personal secretary, but before doing that, Randy here reminds me that the tradition of the company demands that we check your qualifications.' 'With pleasure, sir,' Manjari replied, unbuttoning her blouse. I was worried about Jaya alone with four virile studs, therefore, after checking Manjari's credentials twice, I said, 'Sir, I have to go now.' 'Go ahead, everything here is under control. Oh, come on, girl, suck faster. Oh, I am about to cum,' the MD moaned. 'OH GOD, I AM COMING!' he shouted. I closed the door behind me as the MD poured his cum down Manjari's gullet. Reaching home, I found three of the boys lounging on the sofa set with limp cocks. 'How is Jaya doing?' I asked. 'She is doing fine, it is us who are exhausted,' Ashu said with a weary smile. 'She has some stamina. Since she arrived, she is on the bed with her legs wide spread,' Amit added. 'Each time one of us finishes, she says, "Thank you, sir, that was great. Next, please,"' Sham said. 'Where is Ram?' I inquired. 'He is fucking her. I doubt if he can fuck her again after he cums this time. We know we can't. Why don't you also hump her?' Amit suggested. I peeped into the room. Ram was on the short strokes. Jaya, with her eyes closed, was moaning loudly, 'Y...YES, GO ON. I AM ALSO ABOUT TO CUM. OH GOD, I AM COMING!' she screamed as Ram grunted and shot his load. As soon as Ram rolled off her, Jaya moaned, 'Thank you, sir, that was great. Next one, please.' Undressing quickly, I entered her. 'Oh, sir, when did you come?' she said, opening her eyes. Without replying, I banged her hard. After we had finished, Jaya begged, 'Sir, one more time. Please.' 'NO. Now get dressed and go home. It is late,' I said. 'Why must you always spoil my fun? I was enjoying myself so much,' she pouted. 'I am not spoiling your "fun" but trying to help you. What do you think will happen to your "fun" if your father comes to the office looking for you and finds out that you left the office during lunch hour?' I asked. 'You all will be attending my funeral,' she giggled and, jumping out of bed, started to dress. As she was leaving, she said, 'Thanks, guys, it was really great. We must do it again sometime.' 'Yeah, we must,' murmured the four tired studs. 'God, all this cumming has given me a sore throat,' Jaya said and left. 'What a girl,' Ram said admiringly, 'her throat is sore, but not a word about her choot. I bet she could go on for hours and hours.' After ten days, during which Jaya visited my flat in the afternoons to take dictation three more times, Mala came to see us with her friend Shabnam. 'Arti, Randy, this is my college friend Shabnam. Remember I told you about her and our bet?' Mala said, introducing us. Shabnam was a beauty with sensuous lips and a spark of mischief in her dark brown eyes. She was tall and slim. She wore a sky-blue colored body-hugging salwar kameez, underlining the beauty of her superbly shaped breasts and hips. Her figure would have made the top models jealous. 'So I am supposed to fuck this paragon of beauty,' I thought as blood rushed into my loins, but aloud I said, 'Yes, I do remember about your bet. When is your uncle...?' 'Let me explain the deal in a nutshell,' Shabnam said, interrupting me, 'my uncle, he is not related to us but he is my mother's lover, and I was fortunate to lose my cherry to him, is visiting us for a week or so starting this Saturday. Therefore, we expect you to arrive also on that day.' 'Saturday will be fine,' I said, 'but my wife will accompany me.' 'Great, more the merrier. We have lots of space. Mala has told me that you also, like us, believe in free sex without indulging in incest.' 'Yes, she's right. I will arrange for us three to leave on Saturday,' I said. 'This brings me to my last point. In our house, you will find four ladies to fuck, i.e., my mother, me, and our maids, Mary and Maya, but you will be accompanied by only two, Arti and Mala. Equity demands that you bring two more girls with you for my uncle to fuck. According to Mala, it should not be difficult,' Shabnam finished in a brisk, business-like tone. 'Okay, will do,' I replied. 'The train leaves at 6 a.m. on Saturday. I will be accompanying you and make the bookings,' Shabnam said, and after a few minutes of small talk, they left. As they were leaving, Mala said, 'I will drop her off and come back.' 'Which girls will you take?' Arti asked. 'Jaya for sure, but I'm not sure about the other. Maybe Reema if Mala can be managed,' I replied. 'What about Jaya's father?' Arti asked. 'Don't worry, she will manage it when I tell her it involves fucking,' I smiled. Later, Arti told our guests about our program. 'We would like to come with you if you permit,' Ram said, 'while we are here, we might as well see that city also.' Arti then explained the rules. Everyone agreed except for Lila and Sara. 'It will be just like here. One for all and all for one,' Ashu said. 'No, it will be different. Here it is family, there it will be strangers,' Sara said. 'Remember we decided to join a wife-swapping group when we return?' 'Yes, so?' Lila said. 'The men in the group will also be strangers, you might as well get some foretaste here,' Amit argued, clinching the matter. Reluctantly, Lila and Sara also agreed. Arti called Mala on her mobile and told her about the new development and also asked her to check if Reema could accompany us. An hour later, Mala arrived with Reema. Reema's eyes were red. She had been crying. 'What happened? Why is Reema crying?' Arti asked. 'After receiving your call, I went home and told her. She was overjoyed and asked her papa for permission. His answer was a flat no.' 'But why, papa?' Reema asked. 'I quote, "You want to know why? I will tell you. Jab Randy ne teri choot phardi, main kuch na kar saka. Phir usske rishtedaaron ne tujhe choda, main dekhta hee raha. Ab tu chahti hai ki main tujhe usske saath bhej doon, jaaise usske dost bhi tujhe chodain. Kabhi nahin (When Randy deflowered you, I could not do anything. I was a silent spectator when his relatives fucked you. Now you want me to let you accompany him so that his friends can also fuck you. Never)," unquote. 'Poor Reema was very disappointed, therefore I brought her along so that Randy can fuck her and restore her good humor,' Mala explained. 'Great idea, but did you talk to Shabnam about the others?' I asked. 'Yes, she said okay as long as they know the house rules and cooperate. I assured her on this count. She will make the arrangements, and we all leave on Saturday,' Mala replied. 'Mala, Shabnam is very beautiful, but is she always so cold?' I asked. 'No, she is not cold,' Mala replied, laughing, 'she talks like this only when she is nervous.' 'Thank God,' I sighed, 'I had visions of sticking my cock into an iceberg.' 'An iceberg, my foot. You will find that she is hotter than the fires that burn in Hell,' Mala giggled. After I had fucked Reema a couple of times, we had dinner, and they left. The next morning, I called Rama and explained the situation to her. 'Why don't you take Malti? I am sure she would love to go,' Rama suggested. 'I thought of her, but I want someone responsible to stay here in case the MD wants some information, etc. I was thinking of taking Jaya and the new girl Payal. I suppose they would have to ask their parents,' I said. 'Don't worry about that. I will tell them what to say. You go ahead and make your preparations,' Rama said. The next morning, Rama confirmed to me that they would accompany me. On Saturday, we reached Shabnam's house shortly after noon. It was a large, double-storied house with vast grounds. Shabnam introduced us to her mother, Razia. Razia was a beauty. She was simply but elegantly dressed. She must have been at least forty, but did not look a day older than thirty. She looked more like Shabnam's elder sister than her mother. Her hourglass figure, her sensuous lips, and her firm, shapely boobs gave me an instant hard-on. If I were given a choice between mother and daughter, I would have chosen the mother as my bedfellow. 'Welcome to my house,' Razia said, smiling, and then, pointing to the two girls standing slightly behind her, she added, 'This is Mary, and this is Maya. They will see to your comforts in more ways than one.' Grinning, Mary said, 'Namaste,' while Maya blushed and remained silent. Mary was tall and slim, while Maya was short and delicately built. After lunch, we all rested. Around seven, Mr. Saheb Sahebji, Razia's lover and Shabnam's uncle, arrived. He was tall, slim with broad shoulders. He was soft-spoken and handsome. He was the type for whom the girls fall like nine pins. 'Drinks in ten minutes in the living room,' Razia announced, 'Saheb darling, you take charge of the bar.' Soon, everyone was enjoying themselves. 'Nice crowd,' I overheard Sahebji say to Razia. 'Yes, they are Shabnam's friends. I am sorry there is no virgin for you this time,' Razia replied. Sahebji laughed, 'Forget it. Darling, I have come to see you and not the virgins.' At dinner, Shabnam explained to Sahebji what she had in mind. After hearing her out, he said gently, 'Shabnam, aren't you being a little childish?' 'Aw, you too. This is exactly what mommy and Randy said. Uncle, please say yes.'It is important to me, I want to settle this matter one way or the other," Shabnam persisted. "Please, lover boy, indulge her for my sake," Razia intervened. "All right, only because your mommy wants me to. How are you going to check? Measure it with a scale or something?" Sahebji asked. "No, uncle, nothing so crude. Tonight, you will sleep with Mala, and I will sleep with Randy. At breakfast, we will decide," Shabnam said. After dinner, Shabnam announced, "As per the tradition of the house, mommy will decide who is going to sleep with whom tonight." Everyone looked expectantly at the mistress of the house. "The bedmates of Mala and Shabnam have already been decided. Sham will fuck Sara and Mary, Ashu, Nitu, and Maya go into one room, Amit will take on Ritu and Lila, and Ram will fuck Arti and me. Okay?" "Auntie, lakin mujhe kaun chodega? (But auntie, who will fuck me?)" Jaya squeaked on the verge of tears. "Dear child, did I forget you?" Razia asked gently. Jaya nodded vigorously and, pointing to Payal, said, "Haan, mujhe aur issko (Yes, her and me)." "Oh dear," Razia sighed, looking enquiringly at Payal. Payal nodded, "Yes, auntie." "Don't call me ma'am," Razia snapped tersely, "call me auntie, Razia, or Mrs. Mirza - the choice is yours." "Yes, auntie," Payal said, making her choice. "Okay, earlier dispensation stands cancelled. Let me make amends for my lapse. Jaya, my child, which of these young men would you like to be with tonight?" Jaya blushed. At first, she looked at me and then glanced covertly at Amit. "Auntie, you choose. I will abide by your decision," she replied softly. Razia laughed, "All right. Amit will fuck you and Ritu, Ashu will bed Nitu and Maya, Sham will take on Sara and Mary, and Ram will fuck Payal and Lila." "What about Arti and you?" Shabnam asked. "We will survive without a man for one night, won't we, Arti?" Razia replied. Everyone protested. "All right, if you guys insist, then we would like to borrow Maya for an hour," Arti said. "Of course, why an hour? Keep her longer, the whole night if you like," Ashu offered. "No, only for an hour, then she will return to you. Save some spunk for her choot," Razia insisted. That night when I entered Shabnam, she yelped, "Oh God, Randy, you are big. I feel so full." Ignoring her comments, I started to fuck her with long, slow strokes, varying the length and the speed constantly. "Oh, Randy, it feels so good," she moaned. After ten minutes or so, her bottom started to move in rhythm with my strokes. Her back arched. "OH, RANDY, FUCK ME HARDER. YES, THAT'S IT. FASTER, OH YES, HARDER AND FASTER. GOOD, I AM NEARLY THERE. OH YEAH, YEAH, OH, OH, I AM COMING!" she screamed and fell back panting. After a few more hard strokes, I filled her choot with my cum. That night, we fucked thrice more. In the morning, before going for breakfast, Shabnam gave me a very satisfying blowjob. At breakfast, everyone wanted to know the result. "Randy is big, but I can't decide who is bigger. I would say they are about equal," Shabnam said. "Exactly my sentiment," Mala concurred. To everyone's surprise, Shabnam said, "What do you think, mommy?" "I tend to agree with you two. Both are equally well endowed," Razia replied. "But how can you tell?" the boys asked, bewildered. Razia laughed, "I can even tell the size of your cocks. Ashu, Ram, and Sham, your lunds are of average size, but Amit's cock is larger." "Right, but how do you know? Please tell us," Ritu begged. "I have a 'Third Eye.' I saw them through it," Razia replied mysteriously. After breakfast, Shabnam agreed to show us around town. "Why don't you also join us?" Arti asked Razia. "No, thanks. Today is Sunday, a holiday for Saheb. I prefer to spend it in bed with my lover boy," Razia smiled. Before we left, Arti took me in the garden. "Randy, I think Razia knows about my Country Club days." "It doesn't matter, but why do you say that?" I replied. "She hails from our city and moved here some years ago. She was a long-time member of the Country Club. She knows the MD and also how he chased all the women. He was after her also, but failed to catch her," Arti replied. "This proves nothing. Did she say anything else?" I asked. "She is still in contact with Mr. Murthy, the bald man who spent a fortune fucking me," Arti said, "she said that he had written to her about a girl named Arti he loved screwing. Then she suddenly changed the subject, saying I'm sure he was talking about someone else." "What did you say?" I asked. "Nothing, what could I say?" Arti asked. "Are you ashamed of what you did?" I asked. "No, but I would not like to boast about it," Arti said. "Okay, if the subject comes up again, then tell her that it was you Murthy wrote to her about. Enough, tell me how was your night? I had a great time. Mala was right, Shabnam is hotter than a kitchen stove," I told her. "Oh, yes, I must tell you. Razia has had the whole house wired. She can see into any room, including the bathrooms, from her room. She calls it her 'Third Eye.' I want you to have something like it installed in our flat also," Arti said. "That is for later, but how was your night?" I repeated. "It was wonderful. First, we watched you fucking Shabnam, then Mala being screwed by Sahebji, and then switched from one room to the other. When Maya arrived, she ate our pussy. Randy, I tell you that girl is a gem. Her tongue is about a yard long. It was simply great. The best pussy-eating job I ever had. Then Razia and I sixty-nined till the small hours." Catching Mala alone during our sightseeing trip, I asked her how her night was. "Oh, Randy, it was wonderful. Saheb really knows how to use his big cock. You know something, this was the first time I have ever spent a whole night alone with a man. Yes, definitely a night to remember and cherish," Mala giggled. For a moment, I felt pangs of jealousy, then thought, "What the hell, the main thing is Mala had a great time." We returned home only around seven. After a few drinks, we had dinner. As yesterday, Razia decreed who will sleep with whom. She paired Arti and Sara with Sahebji, Jaya and Nitu with Ram, Sham got Lila and Payal, Shabnam and Mala were to share Ashu, Amit got Ritu, and Razia and I drew the maids, Mary and Maya. As we prepared to go to bed, Sahebji said, "Randy, ask them to give you a massage." "Why? Massages are dime a dozen. I plan to fuck them silly," I replied, laughing. "Their massage is unique. You will love it. I did. You can always fuck them later," he insisted. "All right, I will try it," I agreed, "what do I have to do?" "Nothing, I will tell them," Saheb volunteered. After finishing their work, both Mary and Maya came to my room, completely naked, with a small lamp burning under a katori (small bowl) of oil. They stripped me and asked me to lie face down on the bed. Mary worked on my legs while Maya massaged my back. They then ran their fingertips lightly up and down my body. God, this made me feel woozy all over. Their ministrations were so relaxing that I dozed off for a minute. I woke up with a start as hot drops of oil fell on my spine. They then rubbed the oil into my body while running their sharp nails up and down my limbs. "Oh, this felt good," I sighed. They then turned me over. My cock was already half stiff. They then licked my chest and underarms. Without warning, they attacked my nipples. They caressed and tweaked them. After a few minutes, they suckled them. "OOOHHH," I moaned as my cock got harder. Maya released my nipple, pushed her tongue inside my navel, and rotated it. "God, this is good," I moaned. While Maya gave my navel the tongue treatment, Mary dropped hot oil on my nipples. "OWWA, careful, it is hot," I shouted. Ignoring my protest, they directed their attention to my nipples, taking charge of one nipple each. They worked the oil into my skin with circular motion of their forefinger. My nipples became hard and taut. My cock was now hard. Releasing my nipples, they licked my chest down to my stomach. I moaned softly. Mary pushed her finger, dipped in oil, in my navel and rotated it hard. "OOOHHH," I moaned loudly as my cock became harder and bigger. They bent my knees and pushed them against my chest. "Hold them like this, please," Mary said. Lying with my legs in the air, I wondered what they would do next. Mary started to lick the stem of my cock while Maya licked my inner thighs and the crown jewels. My lund started to ooze pre-cum. After a few minutes, they switched places. A tongue brushed my phallus, flicking away the drop of pre-cum. Each time a drop of pre-cum formed, their tongue would flick it away. They kept switching places. I was going wild and moaning loudly with the sensation of pleasure they were creating in my body. Then they changed tactics. Mary took my cock in her mouth and commenced to suck it. "OH, Mary, it feels sooo good," I moaned and closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation her mouth was producing. Maya, in the meantime, kept licking and handling my balls. Soon, I felt my sperm rising. My cock became even bigger and harder. Mary was too experienced not to notice it. She released my cock and went to work on my nipples again. "OH, why have you stopped?" I shouted, disappointed. Giving my sperm a few minutes to settle down, Maya started to suck my cock, and Mary devoted herself to my nuts. Just as I was about to cum, Maya stopped. They did this a couple of times. I was desperate to cum. Next time when Maya was sucking my cock, I shouted, "YES, MAYA, GO ON. DON'T STOP. I AM ABOUT TO CUM," and held her head so that she does not remove it at the last moment. Mary slapped my hand away, "Master, please," she said. After a few minutes, she recommenced.Suddenly I felt Mary's tongue rimming my asshole. Mary's tongue felt great. 'OH MARY, IT FEELS GREAT. PLEASE GO ON,' I screamed with pleasure. Again they switched places. I felt Maya's long, pointed tongue probing my gaand. 'OH MY GOD,' I screamed with pleasure as I felt her tongue enter my butthole. Maya now commenced to tongue-fuck my asshole. It felt so great, and I shouted, 'GOD, I HAVE NEVER FELT LIKE THIS BEFORE. GO ON, MY DARLINGS, GO ON.' To my disappointment, after a few minutes of tongue-fucking, they again changed places. As Maya started to suck my cock, Mary shouted, 'FASTER, PET, FASTER,' and stuck two of her fingers, dipped in hot oil, into my asshole. This move came as a complete surprise. 'OWWWUA,' I shouted and tried to dislodge her finger, but Mary managed to keep her fingers in place. While Maya sucked my cock vigorously, Mary finger-fucked my asshole. 'YES, MAYA, SUCK HARDER. GO ON, I AM ABOUT TO CUM. OH, OH MY GOD, I AM COMING,' I screamed and started to spurt my cum into Maya's mouth. Mary kept pumping my asshole with her finger. I came and I came. Maya made a valiant effort to swallow my cum as fast as I shot it into her mouth, but could not keep pace. Some of my cum rolled down her chin, and some fell on my stomach. 'My turn,' Mary shouted and took my fast-diminishing erection in her mouth and sucked whatever little cum that was left in it. It was the mother of all orgasms. I lay gasping for breath and watched Mary lick every drop of cum that had spilled on my stomach and Maya's face. 'Oh, my darlings, this was wonderful,' I said, embracing and kissing them, 'Thank you. It was truly tremendous. I have never cum with such intensity before. Now what?' 'Now you fuck us and give us pleasure,' they laughed. 'Of course, my lovelies, I will, but give me a few minutes to recover.' When I recovered, I fucked them till the early hours of the morning. Before breakfast, I asked Arti, 'How was it?' 'He is big and good, actually very good, but for me, you are the best,' she replied. 'You are saying this only because you don't want to hurt my feelings. Mala said the night was something to cherish,' I replied. 'I don't care what Mala says, but for me, you are supreme,' Arti repeated. False praise it might be, but for the moment, it gladdened my heart. At breakfast, Sahebji asked, 'Was it worth it?' 'Man, I can't thank you enough for suggesting it. They were superb. I have never experienced such intense orgasm before,' I replied enthusiastically. He laughed, saying, 'Now you must check out the "Game Room".' 'Game Room? What is that?' I asked, bewildered. 'Ask Razia. I have to go now,' he said and left. 'Razia, what is this "Game Room"?' I asked. Without replying, she looked at Mary. 'Yes, ma'am, it is ready,' Mary replied. 'Follow me, I will show you,' Razia said. She led us to a locked door. 'We must undress before entering,' Razia said. After undressing, when we entered, the room contained eight chairs, a music system, a bed, and a large mattress covered with a white sheet in the center. 'Why do you call it the Game room?' Arti asked. Razia then told us the whole story. Razia said, 'Randy, you are in charge. What game shall we play?' 'Let us play the second game you described. In it, at least everyone gets to cum,' I suggested. Then I proceeded to arrange the ladies in a circle. Razia lay on her back with her legs pulled up and wide open, exposing her choot. Then Ritu got on her knees and placed her mouth on Razia's choot. Now Jaya lay on her back and put her head between Ritu's legs. Ritu lowered herself and placed her choot on Jaya's mouth. Followed by Mary on her knees, and so on, taking special care that mother and daughter were separated, and so were the sisters. When the circle was ready, the boys fucked their assholes. Then the girls changed positions, and the boys the buttholes. Later in the afternoon, Sahebji returned and joined us. After tea, as we all sat chatting, the front doorbell rang. Mary went to check. 'MADAM, MASTER RASHID IS HERE,' we heard her shout and then giggle wildly. From the sound of her giggles, I assumed that Rashid was trying to kiss her and squeeze her boobs. Hearing her shout, Razia walked towards the door, muttering, 'What is he doing here?' but before she reached the door, a young, handsome young lad of eighteen entered the room. 'MOMMY,' he shouted and embraced Razia. 'Nice to have you back,' Razia said, kissing the lad, 'you little rascal, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in college?' 'Sure, but due to an unusually long dry spell, there was no water in the hostel, and the vacations were only a week away; therefore, the authorities decided to close the college a week early, and here I am,' Rashid replied, laughing. 'Good that you have come,' Razia said, 'come meet our guests.' 'Friends, this young rascal is my son Rashid,' she announced and introduced us one by one, ending with 'and you know Shabnam and uncle Sahebji.' 'UNCLE SAHEBJI,' Rashid said loudly, 'how are you? Nice to see you again.' 'Nice to see you too, son,' Sahebji replied, 'come, sit next to me, tell me all you have been doing or not doing.' After half an hour of general conversation about studies, etc., Sahebji said, 'Rashid, you have turned out to be a fine young man. I bet you must be playing havoc with the girls.' 'No such luck. I don't even have a girlfriend,' Rashid replied. 'Kya! Tune abhi tak kissi lardki ko nahin choda (What! You have not fucked a girl yet)?' Sahebji asked, surprised.

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Sahebji

BAM WHAM THANK YOU MA'AM

'Main tujhe nahin chodunga (I won't fuck you),' I said, 'Trust me. You do believe me, don't you?' 'Yes, I believe you,' she replied. Hesitatingly, she took off her pajamas and lay down on the bed. I immediately slipped between her legs. Gently, opening the lips of her virgin cunt, I put my lips on them and tongued her clitoris. 'Oh Babu,' she moaned. I had hardly started to kiss her when she slid lower down in the bed with a sigh, whispering, 'This is heavenly.' Thus encouraged, I continued. Soon her little lump swelled. I could take it in between my lips, and each time I sucked it, her body moved convulsively, and soon she opened her legs further and drew them up to give me better access. Now I varied the movement by tonguing the rest of her choot. Her movements quickened, and her breathing grew more and more spasmodic. I went back to her clit and, taking it in my mouth, sucked on it. I alternated between her clit and the rest of the cunt till, with loud sighs of pleasure, she flooded my mouth twice. 'How was it?' I asked, when I finished. 'It was heavenly,' she panted, 'but does this give you pleasure?' 'Of course,' I lied, 'There is more pleasure in giving than in receiving.' 'Oh, I feel the same way,' she said, 'I wish I could do something for you.' In answer, I took out my cock. She touched it curiously and fisted it. 'Does that give you pleasure?' she inquired. I nodded. 'But this,' I said, putting my hand on her choot, 'could give me much more.' 'Oh Babu, I want to. Believe me, but I am scared of getting pregnant,' she said. 'No need to be afraid, I will wear a condom. It will catch all the semen and not a single drop will enter your choot,' I said. 'Are you sure?' she asked. 'Certainly. Not a single drop will escape it,' I said. She was in two minds. 'I don't know...' she said, doubtfully. 'There is nothing to worry. It is hundred percent safe,' I said, leading her towards the bed and laying her down. I quickly undressed and covered her. 'Darling, open your legs,' I said. 'You have not worn...what is it called ...yes, condom,' she said. 'I will wear it later. You are a virgin, and when I will deflower you, chances are that it might tear,' I explained. The truth was that I wanted to deflower her without the condom. 'Darling, open your legs,' I repeated. Slowly she spread her legs. I placed my erection on the entrance of her choot and pressed. 'AWWA, it is hurting,' she said, as the head of my cock entered her. I quickly got up, picked up a pencil and gave it to her. 'Bite on it if it hurts too much, but don't scream. Your mama will wake up. Understand?' I said, getting back into position again. She nodded bravely. I pushed. The hymen stretched and wrapped around the phallus. 'AAAAAAA,' she said, biting hard on the pencil. Suddenly, the hymen tore, the pencil snapped, and my cock was buried deep inside her. I stopped. 'Does it hurt,' I asked. In answer to my query, Rani put her arms around my body and pulled me closer to her. Reassured, I commenced to fuck her with slow and long strokes. After five minutes of fucking, she closed her eyes and started to moan. I realized that I was not wearing a condom. I withdrew and started wearing one. 'Tum ruk kyon gaye. Aur chodo na (Why have you stopped? Fuck me more),' she said, opening her eyes. 'In a minute,' I promised. I finished pulling on the condom on my bloodstained cock and reentered her. 'Ohhh,' she murmured as my cock rubbed the torn edges on her hymen. I fucked her hard. After some time, I moaned, 'RANI, I AM ABOUT TO COME.' 'I AM ALSO THERE. GO ON. PLEASE DON'T STOP. OH, OHHH, AAAHHHH,' she said and came. A few strokes later, I filled the condom with my juice. Our lips met in a kiss. When the kiss broke, I was hard again and fucked her again. As it was getting late, she left. At breakfast the next day, I asked Nira to buy me a new pencil from the school shop, showing her the broken pencil. She inspected the broken pencil and said, 'I see that you were trying to eat it.' 'Yes, something like that,' I laughed. 'Well, there are many other things to eat,' she replied, pointing towards her pussy. 'I know, but will you buy it?' I said. Just then Rani joined us and asked, 'What are you asking her to buy?' She blushed as I told her what I wanted Nira to do. The first thing that Rani said that night when she came was, 'Why did you ask Nira to buy the pencil? It was so embarrassing. You could have asked me.' 'How does it matter? She doesn't know how it broke. Anyway, I got what I wanted,' I replied, waving a new pencil at her, 'Now hurry and get into bed.' She enjoyed fucking very much. She did not want to do anything else but fuck every night. Normally, we fucked twice before she left. One night when she was having her period, I asked her to suck my cock. 'No, I won't, it is dirty,' she said. 'Suit yourself,' I said, 'then I will not lick your choot.' She thought for a minute and then sucked my cock. After she had swallowed my cum, I asked, 'How was it?' 'Terrible, slimy and very salty,' she said, making a face. 'Don't worry, soon you will get used to the taste,' I laughed. By the time her period was over, she liked the taste. For a month, I enjoyed Rani's choot at night and ate Nira's pussy in the daytime. One day while I was licking Nira's pussy, I had an overwhelming desire to fuck her tight choot. 'Nira, don't go to school tomorrow,' I said. 'Why? I have an important class tomorrow,' she replied. 'Is it more important than losing your cherry?' I said with a naughty smile. 'WHAT! Are you really going to fuck me?' she said, jumping with joy. 'No, I want you to watch while I fuck Rani,' I said sarcastically. 'Don't you dare. I will remain at home,' she promised. In the morning when I joined the girls for breakfast, I saw that Nira was still in her night suit. 'Nira, hurry up and get ready, otherwise you will miss the school bus,' I said loudly for the benefit of whosoever was listening. 'I am not going to school today. I have a terrible headache. I think I am coming down with flu,' she replied. 'Poor dear, finish your milk and go to bed. If you are not better by tomorrow, then I will take you to a doctor,' Seema said and went into the kitchen. 'You asked me not to go to school, and you are going to college,' she whispered, seeing me dressed for the street. 'I am pretending to go to college for your mama's benefit. I will return as soon as she leaves for shopping,' I whispered and loudly added, 'Get well soon.' When I returned, Nira was impatiently waiting for me. 'Shall I undress?' she suggested. 'Yes. Undress, go, and take a shower. I will join you soon,' I said. 'Why in the shower?' she asked. 'In case we are surprised, then I can jump out of the window and be out of sight in no time,' I replied. Undressing, I went to the linen cupboard and, choosing a deep red towel, entered the bathroom. I saw Nira in the shower. It was the first time that I had seen her completely naked. I feasted my eyes on her small child-like boobs. Her cunt was covered with short black silken hair. Her cunt lips were stuck together with the tiny clitoris peeping out from between them. With my cock in the air, I joined her in the shower. 'You are looking very beautiful,' I said, kissing her and ran my fingers between her cunt lips. 'Aapka laurda bahut barda hai. Meri choti si choot main kaisse gussega (Your cock is very big. How will it enter my small cunt),' she said, taking my erect cock in her hands. 'Like a hot knife through butter. Come, I will show you,' I replied. I spread the towel on the floor and asked her to lie down. She lay down. Picking up her legs, I placed them on my shoulders and, aiming my cock at her small choot, I said, 'It will hurt a little.' Before she could reply, I gave a mighty push. 'AAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE,' she screamed at the top of her voice, as my cock tore through her maidenhood and buried itself in her choot. Her scream was music to my ears. I started to fuck her. Her choot was very tight. She reminded me of Bela. Suddenly, I remembered her word; "I am old enough to have children." 'Don't move. Stay where you are. I will be back in no time,' I said, withdrawing my blood-stained cock and ran into my room with my cock standing like a pole. When I returned, I saw her sitting and examining her choot with the help of a mirror. 'What are you doing?' I asked. 'Look what you have done. You have made my choot bleed,' she said, showing me her bleeding cunt.'Pagali, jab ek ladki ki choot phat ti hai to us mein se khoon nikal ta hai. Ab jaldi se let ja (Stupid girl, when a girl loses her cherry she bleeds. Now lie down quickly),' I explained. She was not convinced. 'Promise you won't hurt me anymore,' she asked. 'Promise. I won't hurt you ever again,' I said, reassuring her. As soon as she lay down, I entered her and commenced to fuck her at a furious pace. 'Stop, you are hurting me,' she said as my cock rubbed against the torn edges of her hymen. 'It will go away,' I replied, fucking her tight cunt with the speed of an express train. After a few minutes, she stopped complaining of pain. After ten minutes or so, I ejaculated my cum in the condom and lay gasping on her. 'If you have had your fun, then get off me,' she said, sarcastically. 'You didn't enjoy it?' I asked. 'No. I thought fucking is very nice, but I have experienced nothing but pain,' she said. 'Yes, fucking is very enjoyable. You will feel the pleasure when I fuck you again,' I said. 'You are not going to fuck me again. Now get off,' she said, trying to dislodge me. In the struggle, I was hard again and started to fuck her. She struggled to get free. Holding her tightly, I continued to move in and out of her choot. 'Babu, please let me go,' she pleaded. When I refused, she renewed her efforts to get free. Slowly, the intensity of her struggle became less and less. 'Oh Babu,' she moaned and her struggle ceased. 'Is it nice?' I asked, without missing a stroke. 'Y...es. Oh y...es,' she moaned loudly. 'Oh, it is lovely,' she moaned, moving her hips in the rhythm of my stroke. My sperm was rising. My strokes became faster and shorter. Suddenly her body arched. 'BABU, GO ON. DON'T STOP. I AM ABOUT TO COME. OH I AMMM COMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGG,' she screamed and fell back panting. After a few strokes with a loud grunt, I also came. 'Did you enjoy it,' I asked, kissing her. 'Oh, it was heavenly. I have never cum like this before. Babu, please fuck me again,' she pleaded. 'No, not now, we'll fuck tomorrow. Your mama will be returning soon,' I said, getting up. We had a quick shower together, and after that, I left. As I reached the crossing, I spotted Seema's car coming. I ducked out of sight. Then, buying Seema's paan, I returned to the flat. Seema was in Nira's room. I overheard Nira say, '...mama, what is the harm. I was feeling much better, therefore I had a shower.' To divert Seema's attention, I said, 'Seema, your paan.' 'Thank you, Babu, you are early today,' she said. 'The professor was sick,' I said. 'It must be the viral fever one hears so much about,' she said and went into the kitchen to put the paan in the refrigerator. I quickly peeped into the bathroom to see if everything was all right. The towel was still on the floor. I picked it up and put it with other clothes meant for washing. After that day, I fucked her regularly. One day, I asked her to suck my cock. She readily took my cock and sucked it. 'It is quite good,' she said, smacking her lips. Life was good. I was fucking Rani at night and Nira in the afternoon. Everyone was happy. Rani was happy, Nira was happy, and I was happy. One night, after Rani had left and I was preparing to go to bed, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and was surprised to see Seema. 'What are you doing here at this time of the night?' I asked her. 'Babu, I have a severe headache. I can't sleep. Will you rub some balm on it,' she replied. 'Of course,' I told her, following her to her room. After giving me the bottle of balm, she lay down on the bed. I started rubbing balm on her forehead when my eyes fell on her boobs. She was lying in such a way that her left tit was clearly visible. I stopped rubbing and stared at her boob. She saw that I was staring at her boob. 'It is big and beautiful, isn't it?' she asked, laughing. 'I am sorry,' I mumbled, embarrassed, and continued with my task. 'Don't be shy. Take them in your hands,' she said, opening all the buttons of her night suit. Hesitatingly, I reached out and cupped them. 'OH YES!' she moaned, 'Oh Babu, kiss them.' I couldn't believe my luck and kissed her boobs. 'Good, now suck my nipples. In the meanwhile, I will check if the saying is correct or not,' she giggled, grabbing my cock. 'What is the saying?' I asked out of curiosity. 'The saying says that a man with a big nose has a big cock,' she replied, taking my cock out of the pajamas. 'My God! What a monster!' she exclaimed and taking off her pajamas, added, 'Babu, give it to me.' 'Is the saying correct?' I said, undressing and getting between her legs. 'No, it is not. According to the saying, your nose should be longer,' she giggled, 'Babu, don't waste time and fuck me.' I pushed my cock in her wet choot. 'AAAHHH, my first cock in two years,' she moaned. 'Is there a saying about a woman's cunt?' I said, giving her a couple of strokes. 'The saying goes that the mouth is a woman's cunt's measure,' she moaned. 'The saying is correct. Your choot is quite tight,' I said. 'For a cock of your size, all cunts would be tight,' she said, 'Babu, fuck me now. We'll talk later.' I started to fuck her with long, slow strokes. She gripped my cock with the muscles of her cunt and moved them in such a manner that I felt they are milking me. I continued to move in and out of her choot. After ten minutes, she said, 'FASTER, BABU FASTER.' I increased the speed of the strokes. Her hips were moving in rhythm with my strokes. 'Y...ES, Y...ES THAT IS THE WAY. FUCK ME HARDER,' she cried. I complied. Suddenly, her body arched. 'Y...ES THAT IS THE WAY. GOD! I AM ABOUT TO COME. GO ON. DON'T STOP. I AM NEARLY THERE. MY GOD! OH, OH OHHH I AMMM COOOMMMMMIIIINNNNNNGGGGG,' she shouted and fell back gasping for breath. Although I had fucked Rani twice that night, the excitement of fucking a woman of my mother's age was too much for me, and I shot my load after a few strokes. After we had regained our breath, Seema said, 'Babu, tell me honestly, do you prefer to fuck a young choot or a mature choot.' It seemed like a trick question, so I decided to answer it diplomatically. 'Both of them have their individual charm,' I answered. 'Very clever reply,' she laughed, 'all right, I will ask directly. Rani must have screamed very loudly when you stuck this monster in her for the first time.' 'My God, she knows about Rani,' I thought. But aloud, I stuttered, 'Rani...no, I haven't....' 'Don't lie to me. I know you are fucking her,' she said. My mind was in turmoil. How could she find out? We had been very careful. She was surely bluffing. 'You are wrong. Rani is still a virgin,' I said. 'Okay, listen,' Seema said, 'Fifteen days ago, when I was eating my after dinner paan, I, by mistake, dropped it. I saw two white pills, which had no business to be there, roll out of it. I retrieved them. The next day, I confronted the paanwallah (man who sells paan). He swore that he had not put them in my paan. I then went to the chemist. It was difficult for him to tell, but he said that they looked like sleeping pills.' 'I wondered why you wanted me to sleep soundly. So I kept a watch that night. I saw Rani go into your room. I crept to your door and listened. From the sounds Rani was making, I was convinced that you were fucking her. After half an hour or so, Rani left with a satisfied smile on her face. Since then, I have seen Rani entering your room at night several times.' In the meanwhile, my mind was working at the speed of light. I knew that she knew. She had discovered that I was fucking Rani fifteen days ago, yet she did not mention it and let me fuck her. What does this mean? This means that she did not mind my fucking Rani. By the same logic, she will not mind my screwing Nira also. Yes, that is what I would do. I will tell her the truth. Then I can fuck them both without fear of discovery. 'What are you thinking? Answer my question,' she said. 'What question?' I said, trying to stall the issue. 'Did Rani scream very loudly when you deflowered her,' she said, smiling. 'Not as loudly as Nira did when I fucked her for the first time,' I replied, truthfully. 'What! You have fucked her too,' she asked, surprised. 'Yes, I am fucking both of them,' I said. 'My, my, this monster has been quite busy,' she giggled, 'and now it has fucked their mother also.' 'I hope you are not angry,' I asked. 'What is the use of my getting angry when you have already taken their virginity,' she said, 'Fuck them as often as you like, but for God's sake don't knock them up. I have no wish to be a grandmother at my age.' After some time, she asked, 'Shall I go now?' 'No, fuck me once more, then you can go,' she said. When I was leaving, she said, 'Babu, come tomorrow, I will be waiting.' Life couldn't be better. I was having a great time fucking all three. I was glad that abbu insisted that I come here. One day, Seema said, 'Tumne kabhie kissi ladki ki gaand maari hai? (Have you fucked a girl in the asshole?)' 'Pagal hogayi ho? Koi ladki ki bhi gaand maarta hai (Are you mad? Nobody fucks a girl in the asshole),' I said, laughing. 'I am serious. Try it, you will love it. My husband loves fucking me in the asshole,' she said. 'He does, does he? All right, I'll give it a try. Turn around,' I said. 'Here, take this vaseline and apply it on my asshole. Then enter very slowly. Otherwise, you will hurt me. You are so big,' she said. After applying the vaseline, I placed my cock on her asshole and pressed. 'Slowly, very slowly, yes that's the way,' she groaned. I pressed further and felt her asshole opening. Oh stop.'Stop, Babu, you are hurting me,' she cried. She breathed a sigh of relief as I stopped. 'Let me try one more time,' I suggested, applying more Vaseline. 'All right, but do it gently,' she said, getting into position. This time I did not care about the niceties. I placed my cock at the entrance and pushed hard. 'AAAAAYYYIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE,' she screamed, 'you rascal, I told you to do it gently and not shove your cock in, in one stroke.' 'The main point is that I am in,' I laughed and started the fuck motion. After ten minutes, she started to moan. 'Quick, rub my choot,' she panted. I rubbed her choot while fucking her asshole. 'Oh my God! It is heavenly. I am coming. OH OH OHHHH GOD I AMM COOOMMMIIINNNGGGG,' she shouted. The tightness of her rear entrance took its toll. A few strokes later, I also released my load in her. 'You were right. I really enjoyed it,' I panted, kissing her, 'I can hardly wait to fuck Rani and Nira's asshole.' 'Don't do it now. Do it later. They are very young. You are too big. You might hurt them,' she said. 'Okay, as you say,' I said, disappointed. 'Promise,' she asked. 'Yeah, promise,' I answered. One day, Seema said, 'Babu, you can't go on like this. You have got to think about your health.' 'My health is fine,' I laughed, 'let me fuck all three of you as long as I can.' 'No, your health is very important to me. What will I tell your mother if you fall sick,' she said, 'Tell the girls, they'll surely listen to reason,' she replied. 'That is what you think? They are very possessive. If they find out about each other, then I will lose both of them. This I don't want,' I said. We were silent for some time. 'The ideal solution will be if you fuck us all together,' Seema said. 'Yes, but it is not possible,' I laughed. A week later, Seema got a pamphlet in the mail from the girl's school. It was about a computer course. 'This is perfect for you,' she told Nira at lunch. Nira read it and said, 'I don't want to do computers.' Seema tried her best to convince her but in vain. 'Babu, you tell her that computers are the future,' she said, throwing up her hands. I also tried my best, but I could not move her. When we were alone, I asked her about it. 'And give up fucking, no way,' she replied. I told this to Seema. 'I thought so too. I think I will have to do something about it.' Seema said, mysteriously. One night, Rani and I were resting after the first fuck when Nira barged into my room. 'Babu, have you seen...?' she said, then taking the whole scene in one glance, her eyes widened and exclaimed, 'My God! You are fucking her also.' Rani jumped out of the bed and said, 'what do you mean by also? Oh my God! He is fucking you too.' Then they started to fight over me. After five minutes of verbal battle, Rani said, 'Why are we fighting over him?' 'Yes, you are right. Actually, it is his fault,' Nira said. Then both turned on me. Seema's words rang in my mind. This was the right opportunity. I heard them for a few minutes, then raised my hand. 'Ladies, please listen. I am not at fault. This is your real culprit,' I said, pointing to my erection, 'When it sees a beautiful girl, it raises its head and wants to get inside her choot. If you agree, then I will cut it off. Thus removing the root cause of your complaint.' They immediately grabbed my cock and said, 'No, you can't cut my darling off.' 'You both love my cock, then why don't you put an end to this secrecy,' I said. 'What do you mean?' Nira asked. 'All three of us can fuck together. I will come to your bedroom daily and fuck you both an equal number of times,' I suggested. They both thought for some time, while I kept my fingers crossed. 'Yes, let us do that,' Nira said, at last. 'No, I don't trust her. She might sneak a fuck in the afternoon when I am at school,' Rani said. 'Trust me, she won't. It requires two to fuck. You have my word. I repeat, I promise to fuck you an equal number of times,' I said. 'Okay, if you assure me, then I agree,' Rani said. 'Fine, this agreement starts now. You have fucked Rani once, now it is my turn,' Nira said, undressing. 'See, what did I tell you? She wants to take advantage of the situation. She got fucked in the afternoon and wants to be fucked again,' Rani said. 'No, she didn't. I was busy and did not come home till late,' I said. I fucked Nira. Then fucked both of them again before they left. 'Thank goodness it is settled,' I said, entering Seema's room. 'What is settled?' she asked. 'The matter of the girls. It is a mystery to me that Nira surprised Rani and me in bed,' I replied. 'Really?' Seema said with a smile. I told her what had transpired. 'Don't blame yourself. Nothing went wrong. Last week, I searched Rani's belongings and found the bottle of sleeping pills. I substituted most of them with harmless pills,' she laughed. 'Why did you do it?' I asked. 'I was worried about your health,' she said. 'You could have at least warned me,' I complained. 'And lose the surprise factor?' she laughed, 'I knew that you will be able to cope with them.' After ten days or so, she said, 'Now I plan to catch you in the act. On Saturday, I want you to go to them as usual, but do not start fucking before eleven.' She said. 'Then what?' I asked. 'Wait and see,' she laughed. 'Are you sure that nothing will go wrong?' I asked. 'Don't worry,' she laughed, 'you will continue to enjoy all three of us.' On Saturday, I went to their room at five minutes to eleven. They were waiting for me naked. Undressing, I got into bed and took Rani in my arms and kissed her. 'Oh Babu,' she moaned, 'fuck me.' I got on top of her and started to fuck her with slow strokes. Suddenly, the door opened, and Seema walked in, clad in her pajama suit. 'Rani...My God! What is going on?' Seema said, seeing me humping Rani. 'Rani, it is mama,' Nira warned, pulling a sheet over her nakedness. 'Oh my God! Get off me,' Rani exclaimed, dislodging me and trying to cover herself. I lay panting on my back with my cock in the air. Seema pretended to see my cock for the first time. 'Oh, what a magnificent cock, I want it. Give it to me,' Seema said, taking off her pajamas and impaling herself on my erect cock. 'It feels great to have a cock inside me after two years,' she moaned and started the in and out motion. Both the girls watched with their mouths open. After a few strokes, she got off and pulled off the condom I was wearing, in one swift stroke. 'Ah, this is better,' she moaned, getting on top of me again. She continued to fuck me till we both came with shouts of pleasure. 'I admire your courage, especially Nira's, for taking this monster in your virgin cunts,' she panted. 'Oh mama,' they said. 'Do you want to keep fucking Babu?' Seema asked. 'You are not upset with us?' Rani said. 'Your choots have already been plugged. What is the use of getting angry now? Answer my question,' she asked. 'Oh yes,' both answered. 'All right, but I will make the rules. Are you agreeable,' Seema said. 'Yes, mama, whatever you say,' both responded. 'First, we all will sleep in my bedroom. Babu will fuck both of you once only. Are you still with me?' Seema said. Both nodded but not so enthusiastically. 'Second, to be hundred percent sure you don't get pregnant, you will take birth control pills from tomorrow. I have no desire to be a grandmother at my age, besides, it is more fun. 'Third, the hair on your choot does not give a neat appearance. You will keep it shaved like mine. Lastly, Nira, you will join the computer course. Agreed,' she said. She had no alternative but to agree. 'Yes,' Nira murmured. The new regime was implemented immediately. At night, we all slept together. On weekdays, I fucked them once each, but on weekends, we fucked till we dropped. 'Babu, fuck me in the ass,' Seema said to me one afternoon. 'What about the rules?' I asked. 'They are for the girls and not for me,' she laughed. After fucking her in her gaand (asshole), I asked, 'Seem, aren't you going to teach the girls how to eat pussy?' 'Yes, I will on Sunday,' She replied. On Sunday afternoon, when I was resting after fucking all three of them, Seema said, 'Girls, today I am going to teach you how to eat pussy. Which one of you would like to be the first to lick my choot? Rani, you?' 'Mama, please, not your choot, it is dirty,' Rani replied, screwing up her face. 'Try it, you will like it. In the beginning, I also thought like you, but when I tried it, I liked it,' I said. 'I couldn't do it. Ask Nira. She loves the taste of cum,' Rani said. 'I will deal with you later,' Seema said, glaring at Rani, then turning to Nira, added, 'Nira, what about you? Would you like to lick my choot?' 'Lick your choot?' Nira said, 'Why not, but you will have to tell me how.' 'Good girl. First, crouch between my legs and separate my choot lips.' Nira did what Seema said. 'Now lick my choot from top to bottom,' Seema instructed. Nira stuck out her tongue and gave Seema's choot a couple of tentative licks. 'Do it properly,' Seema said, angrily. Nira licked her properly. 'Oh, it feels very nice,' Seema moaned, 'continue licking for some time, then move upwards towards my clit. Swirl your tongue around it, then take it between your lips and bite on it lightly.' 'OOOOO,' Seema screamed as Nira attacked her clit. 'Now move down towards my cunt hole,' Seema moaned. Nira complied. 'Y...hes that's my girl, now stick your tongue inside the hole,' Seema moaned. 'AGHRR,' Seema growled as Nira stuck her tongue inside Seema's fuck hole, 'Deeper, girl, deeper. My choot will not bite your tongue off.Nira strained to go deeper. 'Y..es, y..es. Good, now tongue fuck me,' Seema moaned. This went on for ten minutes or so. Seema's moans got louder and louder until she shouted, 'I AM ABOUT TO CUM.' Instinctively, Nira tried to remove her head, but Seema caught it and pressed it to her choot, yelling, 'NO, NO DON'T STOP. CONTINUE TO TONGUE FUCK ME. I AM THERE. OH, OHHH I AM COMMMMIIIINNNNGGGGGG,' and came in Nira's open mouth. Nira lapped up her cunt juice greedily. 'Darling, you were very good,' Seema said, embracing Nira and kissing her all over her face. 'How was it?' I asked. 'I loved it,' Nira replied, smacking her lips. Then, turning to Seema, asked, 'Shall I eat your choot again?' 'No, now Rani is going to do it. Rani, crouch between my legs,' Seema said, spreading her legs. 'Mama, please, I don't want to,' she pleaded. 'Would you like Babu to fuck you?' Seema asked. 'Oh yes,' Rani replied, smiling brightly. 'You stupid girl, then lick my choot or your next fuck will be when you get married, that is if you are able to find a husband,' Seema threatened. 'Oh no,' Rani wailed. 'Oh yes,' Seema said, mimicking her. Reluctantly, Rani crouched between Seema's legs and gave her choot a couple of exploratory licks. 'It is not bad. Actually, it is very good,' she said, licking Seema's choot vigorously. When they had finished, Seema panted, 'Now you two eat each other's pussy and Babu will fuck me.' Without a word, they sixty-nined, and I fucked Seema. When we finished, Seema said, 'Rani, no fucking or cunt licking for you for one week.' 'Mama, why?' Rani complained. 'Because you did not obey me,' Seema said. 'That is not fair. I ate your pussy later,' Rani said, starting to cry. 'Seema, please don't be too harsh on Rani,' I intervened. 'No, she has to be punished for disobeying me. Just because of you, I'll make it three days, and that is final.' The routine after that day was that when I fucked one of them, then the other two sixty-nined. During exams, the schedule was disrupted, but once they were over, we returned to our normal routine. Then one day, Seema announced that Uncle Mohan was coming on Sunday. Uncle Mohan arrived. I had not seen him in many years. Uncle Mohan was tall and slim. His handshake was firm. There was a lot of excitement on his return. He told us of his experiences and distributed presents. We talked till midnight, then decided to go to bed. I had just finished changing my clothes when both the girls walked in naked and asked, 'Aren't you coming or would you like to fuck us here?' 'Not tonight, your father might catch us,' I replied. 'He has returned from Dubai after two years, do you think he will have time to catch us?' Rani laughed. 'Yeah, he will be too busy fucking mama to think of us,' Nira giggled. 'You're right. You go, I will join you in a minute,' I said. I fucked them two times each that night. In the morning, when the girls had left for school, Seema said, 'Babu, your uncle wants to talk to you.' For the first fifteen minutes, we talked about my parents and things of general interest, then, out of the blue, he said, 'Seema was telling me that in my absence, you raped her.' I was aghast. 'No, I did not. She invited me to her room and asked me to fuck her,' I explained. He looked at Seema and said, 'What do you have to say?' 'Mohan, would a married woman confess of sleeping with another person to her husband if she were doing it willingly? No, definitely not. This is what happened. One night, he came into my room and said, "Kapdre uttar, main tujhe aaj chodunga (Take off your clothes. Today I am going to fuck you)."' 'That is not true,' I protested. 'Let her finish,' Uncle Mohan said, 'Continue.' 'I refused, but he used force. I did not scream for fear of waking the girls. I tried to fight him off silently. He, being stronger than me, forcibly shoved his big cock in my choot. Then he came every night and fucked me silly with his huge cock,' she finished. 'If this is true, then why did she not report me to the police,' I pointed out. 'Yes, he has a point there,' Uncle Mohan said, looking at Seema. 'I did not go to the police because of the pain it would have caused your friends,' she replied. 'That was good thinking,' Uncle Mohan said. 'Wait a minute. Why did she allow me to fuck her on the following nights?' I said triumphantly. 'I had to. I was living alone with two young daughters. He could have easily murdered us in our beds if I refused,' she said, starting to sob softly. 'She is lying. The fact is that she called me to her room and seduced me,' I pleaded. 'Babu, I didn't expect this from you. We offered you hospitality because you were the son of a friend, and you did this,' Uncle Mohan said, shaking his head. 'Uncle, I don't know why she is lying, but the truth of the matter is that she asked me to fuck her. Why are you doing this to me?' I said, glaring at her. 'I did not tell you yesterday...oh, it's so humiliating...I can't tell you,' she said, continuing to sob. 'Don't be afraid, tell me,' Uncle Mohan prompted her. 'H...H...He fucked me in the asshole. I pleaded with him, but he did not listen and shoved his big cock in my asshole and fucked it. It hurt so much that I nearly died with pain,' she said, caressing her butt. 'Y...eh Y...eh Yeh jhoot bol rahi hai. Mujhe nahin maloom tha ki lardkiyon ki gaand bhi maarte hain. Issne kaha tha ki try karke dekho. Bahut mazaa aayega (I...I...I...did not even know that one fucks girls in the asshole also. She invited me to try. It is very enjoyable),' I stuttered, perspiring. 'Oh my God! He fucked you in your asshole also,' Uncle Mohan exclaimed, 'even I haven't fucked her in her asshole.' 'See, this proves she is lying. She told me that you had fucked her many times in the asshole and you loved it,' I said, triumphantly. Uncle got up and started walking up and down. Then he stopped behind me and said, 'Babu, Babu what have you done? What will I tell your father? He will be shattered.' 'Do you know that he has also deflowered your daughters?' Seema said. 'WHAT! He has deflowered my innocent daughters?' he shouted, taking my head in a stranglehold. I was shit scared and struggled to get free from his grip. 'You have fucked Nira? She is still so young,' he said, pulling me to my feet by the neck. Now I was perspiring freely. Uncle was like a mad man. He could do anything in his present state. Before I could reply, Seema said, 'Yes, he did not spare Nira. He did not care for her age and shoved his big cock in Nira's cunt.' 'MY GOD BABU! I WILL KILL YOU,' Uncle Mohan shouted, picking up a knife from the sideboard and placing it on my throat. 'Please, listen to me,' I managed to say, fearing for my life. 'Have you fucked my daughters or not?' he asked. 'Yes, but...' I started to say when he interrupted me. 'Enough. Seema, you are a witness that he has confessed. I am going to kill you now,' Uncle Mohan said, pressing the knife against my throat. I thought my last moment has come. I closed my eyes and waited for the knife to do its work. Suddenly, Seema shouted, 'WAIT! LISTEN TO ME BEFORE YOU KILL HIM.' To be continued...

Part 4

Authors/SAHEBJI/BAM WHAM THANK YOU MA'AM 4.txt

Sahebji

DEN OF DEBAUCHERY 3

'Randy, mujhe chukker aa rahe hain (God Randy, I am feeling dizzy),' Arti said, interrupting me, 'I am sure there was more than just coke in the glass,' and leaned on the kitchen table to steady herself. 'Well, I promised to tell you everything, then I might as well tell you that the coke was spiked with whisky,' I said. I did not mention the aphrodisiac, as it was not necessary. 'But how? I saw you open a fresh bottle in front of my own eyes,' Arti asked incredulously. 'The whisky was mixed while it was bottled,' I replied, 'Swami told me that a friend of the MD, who owns a bottling plant, bottles it specially for him.' 'Bastard. The filthy bastard,' Arti said, 'what were you saying before I interrupted you?' 'As I was saying, you know that on Sunday I went to attend a company meeting. On reaching the venue, I found out that there was no meeting. The MD and Swami wanted to talk to me alone. First, they plied me with drinks and then waved a letter, sanctioning me a considerable raise, under my nose. The raise was so large that I had visions of living in luxury for the rest of our lives.' 'Randy, do you want this raise?' they asked. 'Of course I want it,' I told them. 'You will have to earn it,' they said. 'I was so keen to get the raise that I promised to do anything they desired.' Now they came out with the real purpose of the so-called meeting. The MD said, 'Randy, your wife Arti is so beautiful. I can't get her out of my mind. I want to enjoy her sexy body, and your job is to convince her to cooperate. If you can do that, then this raise is yours.' 'And like a stupid idiot, you agreed?' Arti said in a sad tone. 'Of course not. I refused and protested strongly at their unwarranted behavior,' I lied smoothly. 'Phir kya hua? (What happened then?)' Arti inquired. 'When they saw that I was not going to agree, they changed the subject and forced me to drink more. Later, to sweeten the deal, they dangled a rent-free, fully furnished company flat on Harrison Road in front of my eyes. Imagine, Arti, us living on Harrison Road, the most posh area of the city,' I said enthusiastically. 'This offer bowled you over, and you agreed to hand your legally wedded wife to them for their pleasure,' Arti said with tears in her eyes. 'No, Arti, do you think that I am like that? You seem to have very little faith in your husband. No, sir, I remained adamant and told him to stuff the carrots he was dangling in front of me up their ass and forget about fucking you. But they were not finished yet,' I said. 'Now what more did they bribe you with?' Arti said, wiping away her tears. I saw Arti rubbing her choot vigorously. 'What is the matter with you?' I asked. I knew that the aphrodisiac was taking effect. 'I don't know. My choot is itching like hell. It has never itched like this before,' Arti replied, distressed. Suppressing a smile, I said, 'Maybe it is the effect of the alcohol in the coke. You had it for the first time. Don't worry, it will pass.' 'Yes, I suppose so,' Arti said, still scratching her cunt, 'what were you saying? Sorry, I interrupted you again?' 'They then threatened me with prison,' I lied, 'they said that if I don't do as they say, then they will have me arrested for embezzling company's money and send me to jail.' 'I am sure they were bluffing,' Arti replied scornfully. 'No, no, it was not a bluff. I had heard a story earlier that they did the same thing to a female employee, who did not let them have their will with her. The poor thing is still in jail,' I explained. There was no need to tell her about their blackmailing me with the compromising photographs, I thought. 'Phir tum maan gaye aur unhain mujhe chodene ke liye yahan bula liya (Then you agreed and invited them here to fuck me),' Arti said, getting annoyed. 'Yes, Arti, I agreed. What should I have done? I didn't want to go to jail. Arti, please cooperate. Otherwise, they will send me to jail,' I begged. 'No, I will not do it. I am your wife, not a whore?' Arti replied, getting angry. This was not working, so I decided to change tactics. 'Yes, you have to do it. As you said, you are my wife, and as my wife, you must obey me. Remember your marriage vows,' I said sternly. 'Don't remind me of my marriage vows, you weakling. Remember your own vows for a change. You promised to protect me from all evil, and here you are throwing me to these dogs to satisfy their lust for my body,' she said, looking at me with lewd eyes. 'God, instead of subsiding, it is getting worse,' she said, raising her sari and scratching her cunt through her panties. Her face was flushed, and she was breathing harder. I had never seen her like this ever before. She was getting horny. 'Ah, the aphrodisiac has taken over,' I thought, smiling to myself. 'If this is your final answer, then be prepared to explain to the world that you were responsible for sending me to jail. Okay, I will go in, tell them, and take my medicine like a man,' I said, but made no effort to do so, as I wanted the aphrodisiac to take a firmer grip on her. 'Wait. This reminds me of another of my marriage vows. I had also promised that I will not do or say anything that might harm my husband,' she said with open lust in her eyes, 'I will do it. You want me to be a whore? Then I will be a whore. I will give these two bastards the time of their lives. But Randy, remember one thing, I will never forget what you are forcing me to do,' undoing the top buttons of her blouse. 'What can she do? It is nothing but an empty threat. She will soon get over it,' I said to myself. Grinning, I said aloud, 'I will go in and tell them that you are ready to cooperate.' 'No, you won't. I will tell them myself. Now go. I will join you in five minutes,' she said and pushed me out of the kitchen. Happy at my success in persuading her, I entered the room and, grinning broadly, gave them the thumbs up sign. They heaved a sigh of relief and pressed their cocks happily. Swami wanted to say something, but I quickly motioned him to remain silent. They were getting impatient. Squeezing his hard-on, the MD pointed to his watch and, with a gesture, inquired how long, silently mouthing the words "when will she come." I replied by raising my hand and mouthed back "five minutes." The time seemed to stand still. These five minutes were like five years. Precisely five minutes later, Arti entered. Her long hair was no longer done up in a bun but was open, and her eyes were red. Apparently, she had been crying. For a moment, she swayed, but then, collecting herself, she walked to her chair with measured steps. As she sat down, she let her pallu slide to the floor. Both the MD and Swami literally jumped out of their seats and tried to peek into her partly open blouse. Ignoring them, Arti filled her glass with coke and, in one long draught, emptied it. Then, looking them in the eye, she said, 'Achcha, aaj tum dono haraami mujhe chodene ke liye aaye ho. Main tayyar hoon. Ab der kisi baat ki? Shuru ho jao (So, today you bastards have come here to fuck me. I am ready. What is the delay? Get started).' Shocked at her brazenness, both my bosses gasped in amazement. I was also taken by surprise. I did not expect her to be so direct. This promised to be real good, and I settled down more comfortably to enjoy it. The MD jumped up from his seat and, pulling Arti to her feet, embraced her tightly. While kissing her face wildly, he pressed her ass against his hard-on with both his hands. They swayed in rhythm of the music as I turned up the volume. At first, Arti tried to avoid MD's kisses, but a few minutes later, she grabbed MD's head and pulled his lips down on hers. For a long time, they kissed passionately. Initially, I felt pangs of jealousy, but I drove the thoughts out of my mind, thinking of all I was getting in exchange for her choot. 'God, I can't wait,' Swami said loudly and caught Arti's boobs from the rear and, rubbing his hardness in between the divide of her ass, kissed the exposed portion of her neck and back. Moaning loudly, all three moved in step to the music, with Arti's pallu trailing after them on the floor.As they came near me, I pushed my fingers into the waistband of Arti's petticoat and, locating the knot of the string tying her petticoat, pulled it open. Her sari along with the petticoat fell to the floor. Meanwhile, the experienced Swami, while kneading Arti's breasts, had undone the buttons of her blouse and pushed up the bra, exposing her shapely breasts. Both the men were highly excited. They dropped their trousers and stepped out of their drawers. MD's cock was big but not as large as Swami's. I noted with satisfaction that Swami's cock was smaller than my penis. I quickly hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and, in one swift movement, pulled it down, helping her to step out of it. While still squeezing her breasts, Swami tried to push his cock in between her ass cheeks, and the MD rubbed his penis between the lips of Arti's vagina. 'Oh my god, it feels so good,' Arti moaned and hugged the MD closer to her. Arti took their erect cocks in her hands and moved the foreskin up and down, driving her tormentors crazy. 'Oh Swami, I can't wait any longer. I must fuck her now,' the MD moaned. Between both of them, they literally carried a willing Arti to the bed. Laying her down, the MD attacked her breasts with his mouth. After kissing and sucking them for a while, he moved down to her vagina. 'Oh Swami, how beautiful her hairless vagina looks,' he cried and commenced to lick it. 'Sir, what are you doing? I have never licked a woman's vagina,' Swami said, surprised. 'You don't know what you're missing,' MD replied and licked harder. Seeing her breasts unoccupied, Swami latched onto them. Arti, placing her hands on their heads, pressed them to her aroused body. 'Yes, suck my tits and eat my pussy,' Arti said, bucking her hips. 'Oh my god, it feels lovely. LICK FASTER,' she screamed, 'OH, NOW PUSH YOUR TONGUE INSIDE MY VAGINA. AAGGHHRR, YES, LIKE THIS. OH, DEEPER. NOW MOVE YOUR TONGUE FASTER, YOU BASTARD. YES, LIKE THIS. OH! OH! I AM THERE. OHHHH YEEESSSSS,' she came with a sigh and lay back like a deflated tire. After a few minutes, Arti, grabbing Swami by his hair, pulled his head away from her tits and, with the other hand, pulled MD on top of her by his hair, saying, 'Ab mujhe chodo (Now fuck me)'. Separating her legs, the MD shoved his aching erection into her dripping vagina. The MD paused, most probably to savor the ecstasy of finally achieving his heart's desire of penetrating Arti's vagina. 'Oh Swami, her vagina is fabulous. It is still quite tight,' the MD moaned loudly. 'WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU? HAVE YOU FALLEN ASLEEP?' Arti shouted, bucking her hips from beneath, 'KYA AB TERI MA AAKER TUJHE BATAYEGI KYA KARNA HAI? MATERCHOD LUND GUSSERDA HAI TAU CHODO BHI (IS YOUR MOTHER GOING TO COME AND TELL YOU WHAT TO DO? YOU HAVE SHOVED YOUR COCK INSIDE ME, THEN FUCK ME ALSO, YOU MOTHER FUCKER.' Hearing Arti, the MD started to fuck her. I was enjoying myself. I had never seen this side of Arti before. It was very exciting. 'YES, THIS IS THE WAY. FUCK ME HARDER AND FASTER,' Arti moaned. Watching them fuck, Swami could not control himself and tried to push his penis into Arti's mouth. Arti pushed his cock away and said, 'Be patient, your turn will also come. Let me first deal with this cock.' Poor Swami, he was so excited that he did not hear her and tried to insert his penis in Arti's mouth again. Arti caught hold of his penis and said menacingly, 'Can't you understand plain English, you bastard? If you don't stop, then I will bite off your bloody penis and have it for breakfast.' Swami got scared and, playing with his cock, watched his boss fucking Arti. I also found Arti's behavior very exciting. I released my cock from its confinement and started to play with it. Grunting and moaning loudly, the MD moved his cock in and out of Arti's vagina. 'OH YES. OH YES. FASTER AND HARDER,' Arti screamed. MD's cock was now moving like the piston of a steam locomotive. Arti was in the throes of pleasure. Her hips were going up and down in rhythm with MD's strokes. 'GOD, IT IS GREAT. FUCK ME HARDER. YES, DON'T STOP. KEEP FUCKING,' Arti yelled in ecstasy. MD had reached the short strokes. 'OH! OH, I AM NEARLY THERE. DON'T STOP. OH SHIT, YOU HAVE CUM, YOU BASTARD,' Arti screamed. With a loud grunt, the MD had cum, but continued to move his cock in and out as best as he could. 'KEEP MOVING YOUR COCK INSIDE ME, YOU BLOODY BASTARD. IF YOU STOP, I WILL KILL YOU. OH YES, JUST A FEW MORE STROKES. YES, OH! OH SHIT, I AM COMMMMMIIINNNNGGG,' she shouted in ecstasy and lay gasping for breath. Pulling MD's head, she kissed him passionately. I watched MD's flaccid cock slip out of Arti's vagina, bringing with it a big lump of cum, which collected on the bed sheet. Arti broke the kiss and pushed the MD off her. For some minutes, both lay gasping for breath. Recovering slightly, the MD panted, 'Swami, I tell you, fuck her cunt. It is a clipper, I tell you.' 'I will, sir, I will, but first, I want her asshole. I have been fascinated by her ass since the first day,' Swami replied and, turning to Arti, added, 'Bitch, it is my turn now. Turn over, I will take you in your anus.' I was surprised to see that without any protest, Arti turned over. Pulling Arti on her knee, Swami started to insert his penis in her butthole. 'OOOWWWAAA,' Arti shouted in pain, 'Do you want to kill me, you bastard? Apply some lubrication first.' Swami spat on her anus and then, with one hard stroke, pushed his cock up to the hilt in her asshole. 'AAAYYYIIIIEEEE, THAT HURT,' Arti screamed with pain, 'YOU BASTARD, YOU BLOODY BASTARD.' Swami also paused. 'Sir, I recommend that next time, you should fuck her asshole. It is much tighter than I had expected. Apparently, Randy does not use it often enough,' Swami said to the MD. 'STOP IT, YOU BASTARD. YOU ARE NOT IN A COMPANY MEETING. DARD DIYA HAI TAU MAZAA BHI TAU DE (YOU HAVE GIVEN ME PAIN, NOW GIVE ME PLEASURE ALSO),' Arti shouted, pushing her bum back, 'DAMMIT, START FUCKING MY ASSHOLE, YOU FILTHY PIG.' Enraged by Arti's abuses, Swami started to ram his cock in her asshole, shouting, 'Here, take this, you bitch. Call me a bastard? I will fuck your asshole out of shape. Here, take some more, etc.' After five minutes of hard butt fucking, Arti shouted, 'Oh, it feels sooo nice. RUB MY VAGINA. OH! RUB MY VAGINA.' Her wanton screams of lust made me so hot, and I started to stroke my cock faster and faster. Swami was too engrossed in pushing his penis in her butt and did not hear her. 'I SAID RUB MY VAGINA, YOU FILTHY SON OF A BITCH,' she shouted frantically. Swami was on short strokes and, grunting loudly, shouted, 'OH, IT IS GREAT. OH, I AM ABOUT TO CUM.' My hand was moving hard and fast now. I was also about to cum. Swami slowed down, and from his jerking hips, it was evident that he was injecting his cum into Arti's butthole. As Swami did not rub her vagina, Arti pushed her hand under her body and commenced to rub her own cunt vigorously. 'GOD, IT IS HEAVENLY. DON'T STOP. KEEP MOVING. YES, JUST A LITTLE LONGER. YES, YES, OH, OH YYYEESSS,' she yelled in ecstasy and fell flat on the bed, gasping for breath, dislodging Swami's semi-stiff cock, still spewing jets of cum, from her asshole. At this moment, with a loud shout, 'GOD, I AMMM COMMMMIIINNNGG,' I shot my load. The first two spurts fell on the bed three feet away from where I was sitting, and the rest formed large pools on the carpet at regular distance. As Swami rolled off, he muttered, 'Sir, what an ass. God, what an ass.' MD was hard again. As soon as Swami vacated Arti's rear entrance, he pushed his cock in. 'OOWW,' Arti yelled, 'Go on, you bastard. Fuck me in the rear.' For the next two hours or so, both MD and Swami kept fucking Arti by turns with only short rests in between. 'Oh, what is the matter with you two?' Arti said, pumping their flaccid cocks with her hands, 'Come on, make your penises hard. I am not finished yet. I want more.' 'Oh, Arti, I don't think I can get hard again,' MD lamented. 'What! Let me see what I can do about it,' Arti said and started to suck his cock. After five minutes of hard sucking, MD's cock was stiff again. 'Come now, fuck me,' Arti said, inviting MD, spreading her legs wide. MD started to fuck her. She kept pumping Swami's cock with her hand while MD fucked her. Soon, Arti and MD came amid loud sighs of pleasure. Swami was hard again. 'Swami, put that nice big cock of yours inside me,' Arti requested sweetly. Swami got on top of her and commenced to fuck her. 'Oh, Swami, you fuck so well,' Arti moaned. Encouraged, Swami rammed his cock inside her vagina. 'Oh, fuck me harder. Yes, faster. Like this. It feels sooo great. It is lovely,' Arti moaned loudly. Suddenly, she yelled, 'HEY! WHAT IS WITH YOU? DON'T YOU DARE GO SOFT ON ME NOW. KEEP SHOVING, YOU BASTARD.' But poor Mr. Swami, he was done. I saw his limp cock slipping out of her vagina. 'OH, YOU NO GOOD BASTARD. YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME IN THE MIDDLE LIKE THIS,' Arti shouted, 'OH, LICK MY VAGINA. YES, EAT MY PUSSY, YOU BLOODY SON OF A BITCH.' Compelled by Arti's urgency and stung by her abuses, Swami started to lick her vagina. 'OH, IT FEELS GREAT. I AM IN HEAVEN,' Arti moaned. Swami licked harder. 'LOVE, NOW PUSH YOUR TONGUE INSIDE MY VAGINA. AAAGGGHHHRR, YES, LIKE THIS. OH, YES, OH, YESSSSSS,' Arti yelled in ecstasy and came. Still gasping for breath, Arti said, 'Now, which one of you two is going to fuck me next?' 'Sorry, Arti, I can't do it anymore. I am exhausted,' MD replied. 'Me too. I can't get hard again,' Swami echoed. 'If you filthy bastards can't fuck anymore, then go home?' Arti said, pushing them off the bed, 'Don't forget to pay for your pleasures on your way out.' Boy, this was some session. I saw a new side of Arti.She was so hot that I had masturbated thrice during the evening. When my bosses were ready to leave, the MD gave me the key to the Harrison Road flat, saying, "Randy, Arti was fantastic. I have never had so much fun before. Her abusive language really turned me on." I noticed that Arti was still lying on the bed with her legs apart, but watching attentively everything that transpired. "Yes, Randy, she is the greatest. The best ass I have fucked in a long time," Swami said, pushing the envelope into my hands and adding, "Here, boy, you have truly earned it." "Yes, she was truly unique," the MD laughed. "She even made Swami lick a choot for the first time." Swami said sheepishly, "Sir, we must be going. It is getting late." "Sir, I will see you off," I said, accompanying them. Outside, I asked, "Sir, I hope Arti will be all right." The MD laughed, "Of course, my boy, she will get over it in a couple of days. They all do," handing me the envelope containing the compromising photos. After hiding them in the motorbike's dickey, I returned to the apartment. There was no sign of Arti, but then I heard the shower running. I congratulated myself on the resounding success of the evening and sat down to wait for her to come out. After half an hour, she emerged from the bathroom dressed in her nightgown. "Bravo, Arti, you were great," I said enthusiastically. "Both the MD and Swami were very pleased." Ignoring me, she muttered to herself, "God, even after scrubbing for so long, I still feel dirty." "Don't worry, darling. This feeling will soon go away," I said, trying to embrace her. With eyes blazing with anger, she pushed me away, saying, "DON'T. DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME." Her violent reaction took me unawares and for a moment rendered me speechless. Then, looking at the sperm-stained, crumpled bed sheet, she murmured, "God, I will never be able to sleep in this bed again," and started to sob softly. "Come, darling, I will help you change the sheet," I offered. "No need. From tonight onwards, I will sleep on the sofa, and you will sleep on this bed," she said, picking up a pillow and taking out a fresh sheet. She just wouldn't listen to anything I had to say. There was nothing more to be done than go to bed. Lying in bed, I could hear her crying softly. Frankly, I was surprised at her reaction. Then, I consoled myself with the thought that time is a great healer and, as the MD had said, that within a few days, she will get over it. They all did. Dismissing Arti from my mind, I turned to more pleasant things, like living in the lap of luxury on Harrison Road. With these pleasant thoughts, I fell asleep. Next morning, Arti woke me up with a cheerful, "Good morning, Randy. Get up, it is quite late," pushing a cup of tea into my hand. "It didn't take her long to come to terms with last night's episode," I thought, smiling to myself. At that point in time, I did not realize how wrong I was. Outwardly, she was her old self, but she still refused to sleep with me or let me touch her in any way. We decided to shift to the new apartment on the weekend. On Friday, when I reached home from the office, I saw a fifty-year-old man leaving the apartment. Entering, I noticed that she was in her nightie, and the bed was rumpled. "Who was the man who just left?" I asked. "Oh! He is our grocer," she replied nonchalantly. "Okay! He is the grocer, but what was he doing here, and why is the bed rumpled?" I asked, getting irritated. "I owed him money for three months' supplies," she replied calmly. "I couldn't leave without clearing his account, could I?" "So," I persisted. "So I paid his bill with my choot," she replied with a devilish smile. "YOU DID WHAT?" I shouted. "Randy, don't shout. You always told me to be careful with money. You should be happy. Today, my choot saved you a hell of a lot of money," she replied without turning a hair. I was flabbergasted and couldn't say a word. For the first time, I regretted forcing her to sleep with the MD. "What is done is done," I thought. "Randy, now you have to live with this new Arti." The apartment on Harrison Road was on the top floor of the tallest building. It was a penthouse and not an ordinary apartment. It was fully furnished with the most modern Scandinavian furniture. It had a foyer, a large sitting room, a separate room for eating, a large kitchen, and two spacious bedrooms with attached baths and a large terrace. On the first day, I went out on the terrace and took a deep breath. "So this is the air the elite breathe," I said to myself. "Yes, go on, have a good look. Randy has arrived." Life settled down to a routine. As Arti would not sleep with me, I continued to fuck the three ladies in my department. One afternoon, Swami called me to his cabin and pushed a printed form towards me, saying, "Randy, fill it out and return it to me today." Surprised, I stuttered, "S-s-sir, it is an a-application form for becoming a member of 'The Country Club'." "Yes. The MD is very pleased with you and has decided to enroll you as a member of the club," Swami said, smiling. Happily, I filled out the form and returned it to Mr. Swami. Returning home that evening, I told Arti the good news. "Good for you," is all she said. A month later, the MD rang me up and said, "Congratulations, Randy, your application for membership of 'The Country Club' has been approved. It is a tradition in the club that the new members and their spouses are invited by the committee members to a small get-together to welcome them and get to know them. The party is on Saturday. Don't forget to bring Arti with you." "Will Arti go?" I wondered. When I told her, she surprised me by saying, "Of course, I will go." On Saturday, we reached the party at the appointed time. The MD immediately took charge of us and introduced us to his wife and Mrs. Bala. While I was engaged in conversation with the two ladies, Arti wandered off on her own. Later, I saw that Arti and the MD were moving from one group to another, laughing and joking. When we returned home, I said, "Nice party, wasn't it?" "Yes, very nice," she replied dryly. Four days later, the MD called, "Randy, send Arti to the club day after tomorrow at 8 p.m. I will send the car for her." I gave Arti the MD's message, adding, "I don't think you should go to the club alone." "Why not? I am a big girl now," she countered. "Tell the MD that I will be there." On the appointed evening, Arti wore her prettiest sari and took special care to look her best. As she was leaving, I offered to go with her. "No need, the MD's car is already here. Oh yes, don't wait up for me. I might get late," she said and left. I lay awake in bed waiting for her to return. She was right; it was nearly midnight when she returned. She came over to the bed to see if I was awake. I pretended to be asleep. In the morning, she gave me a big bundle of notes, saying, "Put them away in the cupboard. This money is the first earnings of your whore." Feeling miserable, I wanted to apologize for my earlier behavior, but she cut me short, "Don't you say a word. It is too late now. I don't say anything about your fucking your three assistants, do I?" Surprised, I asked, "Who says so?" then corrected myself to say, "How did you find out?" "I know about it since the day we shifted here. I found the pictures when I was looking for my jewelry box, which you had placed in the dickey of your motorbike. I don't mind. You can fuck anyone you like, but don't interfere with me. Let me do what I want with my life." Shaking my head in sheer frustration, I remained silent. "Randy, tell me one thing. Last night, I drank alcohol. I got dizzy, but I did not feel the itching and tingling sensation in my choot the way I had felt on that night. Why?" Arti asked. For a moment, I hesitated, but thought that if I wanted Arti back, then it was time I started to level with her. "Because the coke, in addition to the whisky, was also spiked with an aphrodisiac," I replied truthfully. "So that is what made me wild with lust," she murmured to herself. "Thank you, Randy, I will not forget this favor." After that day, whenever she went to the club, which was twice or thrice a week, she drank a full bottle of the spiked coke before leaving and returned with big money, which she placed with the rest. This went on for a few months. The money in the cupboard kept multiplying. One evening, she gave me a set of keys. "Congratulations! You are now a proud owner of the car of your dreams." Surprised, I asked, "What car?" "Remember, you used to look at a car in the showroom and wished that you could afford to own one of them? It is the same car," she said, smiling at me after a long, long time. "B-b-but it is so expensive. Where did you get the money to buy it?" I asked. "The money you thought you couldn't earn in ten years, I earned it with my choot in only a few months," she laughed. "It is a present from me for telling me the truth about the aphrodisiac that day. Remember?" Yes, I remembered. I only wished that I had never lied to her in the first place. "Randy, I would like you to drive me in your new car to the Hotel Bailey tonight," she said. "I am meeting the MD and Mr. Swami there today." "Of course, Arti, I would love to," I replied. "Thank God, she was thawing a bit," I thought happily. "Be ready to leave at 8 tonight," she said in her monotone of late. When we entered the suite, both the MD and Mr. Swami were waiting for Arti impatiently. "Oh, there you are," the MD said, then, seeing me, laughed, "Glad you brought Randy along. It will be like last time." Arti went straight to the bar, mixed three whiskies for us, and poured coke for her. "She knows her way around here quite well," I thought.As if reading my thoughts, Arti giggled, "Randy, I have been here so often that I could find my way around this suite blindfolded." For ten minutes or so, we chatted and sipped our drinks. "Arti, I have heard that you undress in a very novel way. Won't you do it for us? We would love to see it," MD said. Without a word, Arti drained her glass of coke and, switching on the music, started to move her hips. "Swami, watch her carefully. My friends tell me she is damn good at it." I was also curious to see what Arti would do. Swaying with the music, she started to take off her clothes in a unique manner. With her left hand, she pulled down her pallu. "Oh, please don't do that," she said in her natural voice, pulling the pallu over her tits with the right hand. "Come on, darling, let me," she said in a gruff voice and removed the pallu again with her left hand. So this is what she was doing. She was pretending that it was her wedding night and her husband was undressing her, with her in both the roles. She was the right hand, and the left hand was her husband. It promised to be good, and I settled myself more comfortably to watch. With naughty, twinkling eyes and a saucy expression on her face, she started to undress with slow, tantalizing movements of her body, carrying on a conversation between the two until she stood in her bra and panties. MD and Mr. Swami were sitting on the edge of the sofa, panting with lust, with their eyes glued to Arti's body and one hand pressing their erect cocks, which were now sticking out of their pants. "Go on, take off the rest," Swami shouted in excitement. "Yes, yes, go on," the MD concurred. Then her left hand undid her bra. Catching the bra with her right hand, she said, "Don't take this off, my tits will be exposed." "No, I must. I want to see your beautiful boobs," said the left hand, trying to pull off the bra. "Oh, it is so embarrassing," she replied, "then please switch off the light first." "No, darling, otherwise how will I see your beautiful boobs?" insisted the left hand, exposing her tits. Arti's eyes were closed, and the nipples of her firm boobs were taut with excitement. "Oh, how pretty they are," the left hand said, squeezing and caressing the tits. "Oh," Arti moaned loudly. The forefinger of her left hand was hooked in the waistband of her panties, trying to pull them down. Suddenly opening her eyes wide, Arti whined, "Yeh kya kar rahain hain aap? Main bilkul nangi ho jaouingi. Aap kya chahate hain? (What are you doing? I will become absolutely naked. What do you want?)" "Teri panties uttarke, tujhe nanga karke, teri choot dekhna chahata hoon (I want to take off your panties, make you naked and see your cunt)," the left hand replied with a devilish smile and lowered the panties. With a quick movement, the right hand pulled them back in place, protesting, "Nahin, nahin (No, no)." "Haan, haan," said the left hand, pulling them down again. This was repeated a couple of times, but each time the panties ended up lower and lower until they lay on the floor, and Arti was completely naked. Now Arti acted as if someone was trying to pull her down onto the floor, and she was resisting it. Her resistance was feeble, and soon she lay flat on the floor with her legs slightly apart. Her firm tits were heaving with the effort she had made. Her nipples were taut, and her swollen clit was peeping out from between her cunt lips. Her left hand first squeezed her breasts and tweaked her pointed nipples. "Oh," she moaned. Then the hand caressed her cunt and pressed her excited, swollen clit. "OOOoo," she squealed softly. Her parted legs began to rise, and they bent at the knees. With her fingers, she separated the cunt lips, showing us her red cunt hole. "Oh, darling, your choot is beautiful. I am now going to fuck it," the gruff voice announced. "Oh! Please be gentle. I am a virgin," she pleaded. "OWWWWAAA," she screamed. Her body moved as if a cock was working inside her. A few minutes later, her hips started to move up and down in a fuck motion. "Oh," "OH," "OOHHH," "OOOOHHHHH," she moaned and lay still. "Turn around and get on your knees," the gruff voice ordered. She took her position on her knees. Spreading her ass cheeks, she showed us her brown puckered hole. "Darling, how tight your ass hole looks," the man said. "W...What are you going to do?" Arti asked, trembling with fear. "Darling, ab main teri gaand phardoonga (Now I am going to take your ass hole cherry)," replied her tormentor. "No, please not in my aAAAAAAUUUUUIII," she shouted as if in pain. At this point, Mr. Swami could not control himself, and with his erect lund in his hand, jumped towards her, shouting, "I will show you how an ass hole is fucked." Unfortunately, in his haste, he tripped on the center table; otherwise, he would surely have penetrated Arti's butt hole. Rolling over, Arti quickly stood up. "Swami! Sit down," she said authoritatively, then, smiling suddenly, she threw her panties at them, "Wipe the pre-cum off; the hotel management will not take kindly to your staining the upholstery." "Arti, come to the bedroom with us," MD panted. "All right, boys, let's get down to brass tracks. You want to fuck my cunt?" Arti asked. "Yeah, yeah," they replied. "Fuck my ass hole too," she continued. "Yeah, yeah," both replied eagerly. "Good! First, let us get the financial arrangements straight," Arti said in a business-like manner. "What! You want us to pay you?" MD said, surprised. "Of course. Remember what you told your bald friend a few months ago? I quote, 'Friend, there are no free lunches. You want her choot, you pay for it' unquote. So no free lunches. You pay, you get choot. No pay, no choot. It is that simple," Arti said, grinning broadly. "B...But Arti, we did not pay you last time," Swami stammered. "You have a short memory. You may not have paid me directly, but you paid my husband, and you are still paying for that privilege each month." "Okay, how much do you want?" MD said in his best business-like tone. "The same as what the others pay. Ten thousand each," Arti replied, smiling sweetly. "I don't have that type of money on me. I will pay you tomorrow. Promise," MD pleaded. "Me too," Swami said quickly. "Sorry, boys, as I said earlier, no money, no choot. Pay tomorrow, fuck choot also tomorrow," Arti said, collecting her clothes. "Wait!" MD shouted, "I have my cheque book with me. I will give you a cheque." "Me too," Swami said, taking it out of his pocket. Arti looked doubtfully at them. "Are you sure that you have enough money in the bank to cover the cheque?" Arti asked. "Enough, I have more than three times the amount in my bank. I checked it today morning only," MD replied proudly. "But I have only five thousand in the bank. Please, Arti, take five thousand," Swami wailed. "Okay, Swami, but then only choot, no gaand," Arti replied. "No, no, I must have her gaand. Sir, please lend me five thousand. I will pay you back in four days." "Swami, what do you do with all your money? I pay you so well," MD asked. "I only keep five thousand in the bank for emergencies; the rest, I invest it in the shares of an I.T. company. My investment has multiplied ten times in the last three years," Swami replied proudly and begged, "I will sell a few shares tomorrow and repay you. Sir, please trust me." The MD and Swami made out the cheques and handed them to Arti. Arti scrutinized them carefully. "If these cheques are not honored by the bank tomorrow, then I promise you that I will file criminal charges against you for cheating and ensure that both of you go to jail, even if I have to fuck the whole police department of the city," Arti said menacingly. "Don't worry, they will be honored," MD said, oozing confidence. "Good," Arti said and, pouring herself a glass of coke, drained it in large gulps. "Now, what is the delay?" MD said impatiently. "Just one minute. I want to say something to Randy," Arti said and, taking me to a corner, whispered, "Randy, when I am inside with these two bastards, then you switch on the TV on the video channel and watch, but no sound. Okay?" Without understanding, I nodded. "Randy, hold these cheques for me while I earn them," she said loudly and, catching both my bosses by their erect cocks, pulled them towards the bedroom, "come on, guys, it is show time." When they were gone for five minutes, I switched on the TV as directed. I was surprised to see the MD ramming his cock into Arti's choot while Swami, manipulating his cock, watched them. The picture was so clear and sharp that I could "understand" the words mouthed by Arti. After two hours, Arti emerged from the room, leaving the two completely exhausted and fucked-out men behind. "Come, Randy, let us go home," she said, dressing quickly. On the way home, she asked, "How was the show on TV? Was it clear?" I told her truthfully that it was great and the picture could not be clearer or sharper. "Good," she said with satisfaction. "Arti, how did you manage to install this equipment without the knowledge of the MD?" I asked. Arti laughed, "Randy, you underestimate the power of a beautiful woman's choot. At first, the general manager objected, but when I fucked him, he was like putty in my hands and fell over himself to please me." "Why are you doing this? It must have been very expensive?" I queried. "Yes, the equipment was very expensive, but as they say, easy come, easy go," Arti replied, laughing. Then, getting serious, she added, "Frankly, I myself don't know why, but my intuition says that it might be useful to me someday to achieve my goal." "What is your goal?" I asked. "What's the hurry? You will soon find out," she laughed, deflecting my query. Things returned to as they were before, only Arti was a little friendlier.Nearly two months later, Arti said, "Randy, why don't we go home for a short holiday? Your mother has also written to me several times about how she misses us. I am also keen to go." Thinking that this was a great opportunity to get Arti out of the rut she had gotten into, I agreed immediately, "Good idea. Unfortunately, because of the pressure of work, I can't join you, but you go ahead. I will make all the arrangements," I said to her. In the following days, we bought presents for everyone at home. I personally chose two beautiful chiffon saris for my sisters, Ritu and Nitu. A week later, Arti left. Four weeks later, Arti returned. I went to receive her at the railway station. When I reached, she was already waiting for me. "Sorry, I got caught in a traffic jam," I said apologetically, "come, let's go." "Bhaiya (elder brother)," I heard someone shout from behind me. Turning around, I saw both Ritu and Nitu smiling at me. I hugged and kissed them. "Arti, I am glad that you brought them with you. I was really missing them," I said. When they saw my car, they whistled, "Boy, what a car!" Nitu said, "I will sit in the front." "I don't mind, but you will have to ask your bhabi (brother's wife)," I replied. Arti had no objection, and both of them sat in the front with me. "Oh, bhaiya, what a beautiful apartment you have," Ritu said as she entered it. "Yes, and it has such a nice view too," Nitu remarked. My chest swelled with pride. I decided to take the day off to spend it with my sisters. They were full of life. For hours, we sat and talked, or rather they talked while Arti and I listened to them. "You both have told us about everything and everyone, but you have not said a word about one subject," I said, smiling. "Which subject?" they asked, puzzled. "Your boyfriends," I asked, laughing. For a brief moment, they looked at each other, then at Arti. Making a face, Ritu replied, "Aw, bhaiya, you know that we are not that type of girls." "Have you forgotten Mr. Hitler? If father found out that we have boyfriends, then he would shoot them first, then us," Nitu replied in a lighter vein, then added, "Seriously, bhaiya, we don't have any boyfriends." "Then we will have to find them for you girls. Won't we, Arti?" I said, laughing. "Of course. I was thinking along similar lines already," Arti replied, winking at my sisters. "Okay, girls, I have to prepare lunch, and in the meantime, you can unpack and settle down," Arti said, showing them to the bedroom used by me. A few minutes later, Ritu and Nitu came out with piles of my clothes in their arms. "Bhaiya, what are your clothes doing in this bedroom?" Ritu said, dumping them in a heap on the sofa. Not wanting to tell them that everything was not well between Arti and me, I lied, "Oh, your bhabi was away, and I couldn't bear to sleep alone in our room, so I was using the spare bedroom." "Now she is back," Nitu laughed, "so use your own bedroom, besides, we require the space for our clothes." Without a word, Arti carried my clothes into the master bedroom. "This augured well," I thought and followed Arti into the room. I watched Arti unpack. To my utter surprise, she took out a bottle of coke from her suitcase. "W..what, you had taken coke with you?" I exclaimed. "Why not? What if I required it? Better to be prepared than to be sorry, do you agree?" Arti replied dryly. The hope that the trip would mellow down Arti vanished into thin air. "I am going to the market to buy some ice cream. Ritu and Nitu love to eat it," I said. At lunch, I said, "Don't eat too much. After lunch, we will do some sightseeing, and tonight, we all will go out for dinner at the best restaurant in town." As we were eating dinner, Nitu said, "Bhaiya, this place is really posh. The decor is out of this world." "Yes. I don't believe it, even the food tastes good," Ritu added jokingly, "Bhabi, you must be coming here often." "No, it is my first time. Thanks to you both that your bhaiya has brought me here," Arti said sarcastically. When we returned home, and the girls had turned in, I picked up a pillow to sleep on the couch in the sitting room. "No, this won't be necessary," Arti said, "you can sleep on the bed, but make sure that you remain on your side of the bed." Next morning, I went to work as usual. At around four in the afternoon, Arti called me and said in an agitated voice, "Randy, come home quickly. Ritu and Nitu are...." Worried, I asked, "What has happened to them?" "Please come immediately," Arti repeated. "Arti! Arti, tell me..." but Arti had disconnected the line. Leaving my work, I rushed home. As I entered the apartment, I asked, "Where are they? What has happened?" With a satanic smile, Arti pointed towards the partly open door of their room. Through the half-open door, I heard loud sounds of grunts and moans. "What is happening?" I asked, bewildered. "What is happening?" Arti said, grinning, "Chudai ho rahi hai, aur kya (Fucking is going on, what else)." "W..W..Who.." I stuttered. "The MD and Mr. Swami, who else," Arti replied evenly. End of part 3 to be continued.....

Authors/SAHEBJI/DEN OF DEBAUCHERY 3.txt

Sahebji

BAM WHAM THANK YOU MA'AM

'I am okay,' Bela replied, without a glance at me, 'smoke went into my eyes while cooking. I must have rubbed them too hard.' 'In case the redness persists, tell me, I will give you some eye drops,' ammi offered. 'Thank you, I'll ask if I require them,' Bela replied. God! What a relief! I relaxed and sat comfortably in my chair. The smile returned to my lips, so did my appetite. I started to heap my plate with biryani. 'Babu, taste the biryani first before you fill your plate. I had to go out in the morning...' 'So this is the reason ammi didn't hear Bela's deafening scream,' I thought. '...and therefore had asked Bela to cook it,' ammi said, 'it is her first time...' 'This is not the only first time for her today,' I thought, smiling to myself. '... if you like it, then in the future you can enjoy biryani cooked by her,' ammi finished. 'Don't worry, ammi, I will enjoy Bela's tight choot in the future as well,' I thought, taking a spoonful. 'It is very tasty,' I said. After a hearty meal, I told Bela to bring a bottle of coke to my room before she went to rest. After half an hour or so, Bela came to my room with a bottle of coke. 'Good girl. I am glad you didn't tell ammi,' I said, patting her head. 'How could I? You had told me not to tell anybody,' she replied, innocently. 'Good, now get on the bed and show me your choot,' I told her. 'No, I won't,' she replied, 'you'll hurt me again.' Her refusal angered me. I caught her by the base of her hair and, pulling her face to mine, said, menacingly, 'How dare you say no to me? I'll fuck you when I want, where I want, and as often as I want, understood?' She nodded with tears in her eyes. 'Now do what I told you,' I said, brusquely. Hesitatingly, she got on the bed and, pulling up her lehenga, raised her legs in the air. Her cunt looked so inviting that I dropped my pants and fucked her with the speed of an express train. When I had finished, I asked, 'Did you enjoy it?' 'No,' she replied. 'Never mind. You go now, and don't lock your room at night. I will come up and fuck you some more, understood?' I said. 'You are a bad man,' she said and ran out of the room. At night, when I reached her room, I found that the door was open and Bela was fast asleep on her cot. I undressed and got into the bed with her. I put one hand under her lehenga and rubbed her choot while with the other I squeezed her boobs. 'W...What? W...Who? Oh, it is you,' she screamed, waking up with a start. 'Of course it is I. Were you expecting someone else?' I replied, laughing. 'What do you want?' she asked, rubbing her eyes. 'Don't act cute. You know what I want. Now get up and take your clothes off,' I said tersely. I watched her undress. When she was naked, she looked hesitatingly towards the open door. 'What the hell are you waiting for, get into bed,' I said, harshly, and pointing to my erect member, added, 'can't you see, my cock is waiting impatiently to get inside your choot.' That night I fucked her thrice, and when I was ready to leave, I asked, 'Mazaa aaya? (Did you enjoy it?)' 'No!' she replied. I shrugged it off, thinking that maybe she is still too young and will feel pleasure when she is older. 'Bela, when I come up, I am keen to fuck you and don't want to waste time till you undress. Therefore, from tomorrow, I want you to wait for me naked. Understood?' The next day, I banged her twice during the day, and when I came to her room at night, she was awake but still dressed. 'Why aren't you naked?' I asked, getting annoyed. 'I tried, but I felt so exposed and uncomfortable,' she replied, 'You won't have to wait. I will be ready for you before you undress.' True to her word, she was, on her back, naked, with legs in the air, ready to receive my prodder before I had finished undressing. Before leaving, I again asked the same question. 'No, I don't feel any pleasure,' she replied. Next afternoon, I banged her once before leaving to meet my friends. Mac and Jas were waiting for me, but there was no sign of Ravi. 'Babu, would you like to start or wait for Ravi?' Mac asked. 'Let us wait for Ravi, he should be here any minute,' I said, 'Jas, how did your admission go?' I asked. 'Just fine. I start in four weeks' time. What about you, Mac?' Jas said. 'I have joined as an Article Clerk with a Chartered Accountant firm in the city. I will be leaving in a fortnight to join them,' Mac replied. Just then, Ravi joined us. 'What is this important news that couldn't wait? You know, afternoon is a bad time for me,' Ravi said, sarcastically. 'Ravi, can't you for once forgo fucking your mother to be with friends,' Jas chided Ravi. 'No, it isn't that,' Ravi replied, blushing. 'Of course it is,' I said, 'I won't take long, and you will still have plenty of time to screw your mama silly.' 'Enough, let us hear what Babu has to tell us,' Mac said, focusing on the purpose of our meeting. 'Guys, I am no longer a virgin. Three days ago, I screwed Bela, our maid,' I said, importantly and related what had happened in detail. 'Congratulations!' they echoed as I beamed proudly at them. 'Is it the same maid you said was very young,' Jas asked. 'Yeah, but she is not so young as I thought. She is nearly thirteen,' I replied, grinning broadly. 'My God, man, you stuck your cock into the choot of a thirteen-year-old girl?' Mac asked incredulously. 'And why not? It felt great,' I replied, laughing. 'Don't you realize that you could have killed her or harmed her permanently,' Mac continued. 'Why do you say that? Remember, Ravi told us that his granddad had screwed his granny when she was only twelve,' I replied. 'Babu, you idiot,' Ravi said, 'I told you that my granny married at the age of twelve. My granddad screwed her only when she came to live with him. She was then fifteen or so.' 'Gosh! I misunderstood you, but she is okay,' I said, glancing towards the sky in silent prayer, 'I have screwed her a dozen times. The last time was just before I left home today.' 'I hope you are taking precautions, like using a condom,' Mac asked. 'Whatever for? She is only thirteen, too young to get pregnant,' I replied, confidently. 'Don't be so sure, it varies from girl to girl,' Jas said, 'Minu told me that she was ready to bear children before she turned thirteen.' 'God! My parents will kill me if she gets pregnant?' I wailed. 'Or make you marry that illiterate village lass,' Ravi laughed, sarcastically. 'What shall I do?' I asked, panicking. 'No need to panic,' Mac advised, 'Firstly, in the future, use a condom, and secondly, go home and ask her if she has had her period. If yes, then wait till she misses one. If she misses one, then...' 'Don't worry, she will not get pregnant,' Ravi announced, interrupting Mac. 'What makes you so sure?' Jas asked. 'Firstly, Babu is not so stupid to have fucked her without a condom, and secondly, he has not fucked her. His story is a bunch of lies,' Ravi said, smugly. 'Believe me, guys, I tell you, I have fucked her,' I replied, appealing to the others. 'Wait a moment,' Mac said, 'Let us hear what Ravi has to say.' 'Yes, go on, tell us how you came to that conclusion?' Jas said. 'Okay, let us analyze his story. The gist of his story is that he surprised Bela when she was naked in the bathroom and, carrying her to her room, raped her,' Ravi said, pausing dramatically. 'So what? It is the truth,' I asked. 'Don't you see. He has taken the maid from Mac's story, the bathroom sequence from Jas's, and the rape from mine,' Ravi explained, 'then adding some local color, has come up with his cleverly woven story.' 'What he says does make sense,' Jas murmured. 'Guys, don't listen to him,' I protested, 'I tell you, I have fucked her.' 'I bet if we were to go to his house, we will find that Bela is still a virgin and would not even let him touch her,' Ravi added. 'It is quite possible,' Mac said. 'What is wrong with you guys, don't you believe me?' I said, getting angry. 'Frankly no, till you convince us,' Ravi said. 'Do you want me to prove to you that I have really fucked her?' I asked, incredulously. 'Yes, something like that,' Ravi said, smiling wickedly. I was livid. 'All right."Come to my house tomorrow at three and I will prove it to you," I shouted, and before leaving, I couldn't resist a parting shot at Ravi, "You'll have to miss out on your mother's choot tomorrow also." On my way home, I thought over the events of the afternoon. I was furious and hurt. I couldn't believe that my friends thought I was lying and wanted proof. Proving it won't pose any problem as Bela was very submissive and cooperative, but still, they had no business to disbelieve me. The thought uppermost in my mind was whether Bela was or could become pregnant. To ensure that I have safe sex with her, I stopped on the way and bought a packet of condoms. That night when Bela and I were lying in her bed, I said, "Bela, I am going to ask you some questions, and I want you to answer them truthfully." "Bhaiya, I never lie to you," she replied. "Have you had your period?" I asked. "What is that?" she replied, innocently. "You know when blood comes out of your choot," I explained. My heart sank when she nodded. "Since when?" I asked. "Sirf ek din, jab aapne mujhe paheli baar choda tha (Only once, when you fucked me for the first time)," she replied. "Not that, you silly goose. I know about that," I said, elated, "Has your choot ever bled for three or four days continuously?" "No, never," she replied. "Oh Bela, you have made me so happy," I said, embracing and kissing her. "Why do you ask?" she said. "Just like that. Don't worry your pretty little head about it," I said and, climbing over her, screwed her. The following day after lunch, I told Bela that some friends will be coming, and she should stay in case they require something. At three sharp, the trio arrived. I asked Bela to serve cold drinks and snacks. "Bela, these are my friends Mac, Jas, and Ravi," I said. "Namaste," Bela said, greeting them with folded hands. "Bela, I want you to show them your boobs," I continued. "What did you say?" Bela asked, surprised at my strange request. "You heard me. Unbutton your blouse," I said, tersely. Hesitatingly, Bela undid her buttons. "Aren't they pretty?" I said, caressing and kissing her tits. "Gosh, they are beautiful," Jas said. I could see the bulge in their pants. "Bela, now lift your lehenga and show them your choot," I said. "Bhaiya, please don't make me do it," Bela protested, with tears in her eyes. "Bela, show your choot," I said sternly. She obeyed with tears running down her cheeks. The trio stared at her naked hairless cunt. "Separate your legs," I said, running my fingers through her lower lips. She complied. I pushed two fingers in her choot and finger-fucked her. "Is this proof enough or would you like me to stick my cock in her choot and fuck her in front of you?" I asked sarcastically. "It is more than enough. We are sorry that we doubted you," Mac said, apologetically. "Bela, you can drop your lehenga and button up," I said. "Babu, stop her. Ask her to undress. I want to fuck her," Ravi said, "Don't you guys?" "Better ask Babu first," Mac advised. "Babu won't refuse. He is our friend," Ravi said. "I am your friend, but are you my friends? Did I ask you to prove your stories? No! I believed them. If you had been my friends, then you would have believed me in the first instance," I said, seething with anger. "Come on, man, forget it, it was a misunderstanding," Jas said, trying to calm me. "Yeah, he's right. It was a misunderstanding," Ravi said, unzipping his fly, "I am ready to fuck her." "Like hell you will fuck her!" I said, drawing Bela closer to me, "Jas, do you remember what you said when I requested to persuade Minu to cooperate with me? Go fuck your own sister, right? Ravi told me to fuck my mother, and Mac advised me to fuck my maid." "That was different. You were talking about my mother and Jas's sister," Ravi said, "Bela is nothing but trash, an illiterate orphan." I was really angry now. "Bela may be an illiterate orphan, but she is not trash. She is a decent girl. At least, she struggled and screamed to save her honor, unlike Mac's Shanti, who at the sight of an erect cock could not control her libido and surrendered her body to him, and that hussy, Minu, who to satisfy her lust seduced her own brother. Ravi, your depraved cock-hungry mother is the worst. Instead of taking you to task for your despicable act, she invited you to fuck her again. Shame on her," I shouted at them. "Hey, mind your language. You can't abuse my mother," Ravi shot back. "What I have said is the truth. They are nothing but whores," I said, angrily, "and if I wanted, I could fuck them anytime." "Look at him. Just because he has fucked an illiterate girl, he thinks he can fuck all the women in the world," Jas laughed. I was too angry to control myself. "I don't know about all the women, but I will and can easily fuck those three," I vowed rashly. "Like hell you will, you bloody bastard," Ravi said, charging at me with clenched fists. Luckily, Mac caught him before we came to blows. "Just for that, I will not only fuck them but also prove it to you. Now get out of here," I said, holding the door open. Ravi wanted to settle matters on the spot, but Jas and Mac pushed him out. "Bela, I am very sorry for humiliating you, but believe me, it was necessary. Frankly, I had no other choice. Please forgive me," I said, after I had calmed down a little. "No need to apologize. You say it was necessary, then it had to be done," Bela replied, quietly. "Thank you. You are very sweet," I said. "Bhaiya, may I say something?" she asked. I nodded, "Go ahead." "Aapko meri wajheh se apne doston se lardna nahin chahiye tha. Agar aap kahete tau main unhain bhi chodene deti (You shouldn't have fought with your friends because of me. If you wanted, then I would have let them fuck me)," Bela said. "Shh Bela, don't even think about it. They are not worthy of you. You are too good for them," I said, hugging her, "now go and rest." "If you like, I can stay," Bela offered. I understood what she meant, but the thought that I had broken with my friends made me sad and wanted to be alone. "No, go and rest. I'll see you at night," I said, kissing her. "I was wrong. You are not a bad man but a very good man," she said softly, on her way out. All afternoon and evening, I was very depressed. I couldn't come to terms with today's events. At night, I went up to Bela's room. More for company's sake than to have sex. To my surprise, Bela was waiting for me, naked. I undressed and got into her bed. "Thank you," I said, running my hand over her naked body. As I was not in the mood to fuck, I kept kissing her and tweaking her nipples. After fifteen minutes of silence, Bela asked, "Aaj chodoge nahin? (Aren't you going to fuck me today?)" "You want me to?" I asked. "No, I was only thinking about you," she replied. "Not now. Maybe later," I said, lapsing into silence again and absent-mindedly, started to play with her boobies and rub her cunny. "Are you thinking about your friends?" Bela asked, softly. I nodded, pushing my finger in and out of her cunt. "Bhaiya, do it properly. It'll relax you and make you feel better," she said, spreading her legs. "She wants it," I thought, "She doesn't want to say it openly, but this is the third time today that she has hinted at it." I was still in no mood for sex, but not wanting to disappoint Bela, I got on top of her and started to move my cock slowly in and out of her cunt. Still thinking about the events of the afternoon, I continued to move listlessly in and out of her for about ten minutes, then suddenly I came to a conclusion. "DAMN YOU BASTARDS! I AM GLAD THAT I AM RID OF YOU," I shouted and started to fuck Bela with hard strokes. After I had finished, I rolled off and lay panting next to her. "Do you feel better now?" Bela inquired, softly. "Thank you, much, much better," I replied, "Tell me, did you feel any pleasure?" As usual, she replied in the negative. "Liar! Then why did you keep moaning 'Oh Bhaiya'?" I said, laughing. She blushed and covered her face with her hands. "Tell me," I insisted. "I feel shy," she replied. "Bela, you are a strange girl. You don't feel shy when you undress before me or ask me to fuck you, but when it comes to answering a simple question, you feel shy. Come on, tell me," I persisted. "I can't," she said, shaking her head. I took her nipple between my forefinger and the thumb and twisted it cruelly. "OWWA!" she screamed with pain, "Why did you do that, it hurts." "If you don't tell me, then I will do it again," I said and, taking the other nipple in similar fashion, asked, "Shall I?" "No, please don't," she begged, "I'll tell you." "Good, I am listening," I replied. "Today, for the first time, I felt something, but when it started to get better, you stopped pushing," she said, hiding her face in my chest. Now, the cat was out of the bag. She is old enough to feel the pleasure, only she requires more time and some foreplay. I had come to like her, as she was obedient, loyal, and also very understanding, and wanted her to enjoy fucking also. Tonight, I'll make her cum, I vowed to myself, and started to kiss her and fondle her tits. Then I kissed and sucked her taut nipples, running my fingers between her cunt lips. When I caressed her hard clit, she grabbed my hand and giggled, "Please not there, it tickles." "Why not? You do it when you masturbate," I replied. "Masturbate! What is that?" she asked. "Rubbing and pinching this hard lump till you feel extreme pleasure," I explained, "I am sure you have done it many times before." "No. I have never touched myself there," she replied. "Good God! This girl has never masturbated.That means she has never experienced an orgasm, I thought. 'What shall I do?' was my next thought. As I couldn't bring myself to eat her pussy, I decided to shag her. 'Bela, let me do what I want,' I said, starting to masturbate her. 'Oh bhaiya,' she moaned after ten minutes of my rubbing her cunt and caressing her clit. I rubbed harder. Her moans became louder, and her hips started to twitch. As I wanted her to experience her first orgasm with my cock inside her, I mounted her and started to fuck her with hard strokes. 'Achcha lag raha hai? (Does it feel good?)' I asked. 'Haan, bahut achcha lag raha hai (Yes, it feels very nice),' she moaned. After a few minutes, her body became tense. Then with a loud "OH BHAIYA" she fell back panting. Bela had experienced her first orgasm. Without missing a stroke, I continued to fuck her till we both came together. 'How was it?' I asked. "Oh bhaiya, it was lovely. I have never experienced such intense pleasure before," she panted. Later that night, when I fucked her for the third time, I made her come four times. After that day, she came each time I screwed her. One afternoon, I was sleeping when Bela woke me. 'Bhaiya, how do I look?' she said, twirling around like a model on the ramp. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I saw that she was wearing a light blue salwar kameez (An Indian ladies dress) instead of her usual clothes. 'Where did you get it?' I asked. 'Ammi gave it to me with two others. One is light green, and the other is red,' she replied, joyfully. 'Why?' I asked. 'She said, "Bela, you are a big girl now, and your blouses have become tight,"' Bela replied, blushing sweetly, 'you like it, don't you?' 'No,' I replied, 'and I prohibit you to wear them.' 'But why? They are so pretty,' she asked with tears in her eyes. 'You know why. I don't like to wait when I want to fuck you. It will take you hours to undress. That is why,' I replied. 'No, I won't. I can undress as quickly as before,' she said, starting to undress. In her haste, her leg got entangled in the salwar, and she fell on the carpet. 'Please let me try again,' she said, starting to cry. 'No need,' I laughed and, picking her up in my arms, laid her on the bed. Then, freeing her leg from the salwar, I fucked her. After we had finished, she said, snuggling up to me, 'Aap theek kahete hain. Bahut time lagta hai. Aage se main inhain nahin pahnoongi (You are right, it does take time. I won't wear it in the future).' 'If ammi asks, then what will you tell her?' I asked. 'Main unnse keh doongi aapne mana kara hai. Kyon ki jab aap mujhe chodena chahate hain tab aap intezaar nahin kar sakte aur mujhe inhain uttarne main time lagata hai (I will tell her that you don't want me to because you don't like to wait when you want to fuck me, and it takes me time to take it off),' she replied. For a minute, I thought she was making fun of me, but I saw that she was serious. Yes, ammi was a problem. 'All right, Bela, you can wear your salwar kameez,' I said. 'Thank you, bhaiya,' she said, kissing me wildly, 'and I promise to practice taking it off till I can undress as quickly as before.' 'All right, do that,' I laughed. One night when I was with Bela, she said, 'Today I met one of your friends in the market.' 'Which one?' I asked. 'The short one with glasses,' she said. 'Ravi, what did he say?' I inquired. 'First, he said I was very beautiful, then he offered me five hundred rupees to go with him to a secluded place,' she replied. 'Do you know why?' I asked. 'Haan, woh mujhe chodena chahata tha (Yes, he wanted to fuck me),' she replied. 'Did you go?' I asked. 'Of course not. My body and soul belong to you,' she said. 'Good. In the future, don't talk to any of my ex-friends,' I said, making a mental note to thrash Ravi. Despite the loss of my friends, I was happy, and my life was no longer boring. I was thankful to God for changing my life. I fucked Bela every night and banged her during the day also if I felt like it. Bela also enjoyed our love bouts. But fate had more in store for me. One morning, I was browsing in a bookstore when I heard a sweet voice say, 'Hello Babu! Fancy meeting you here.' Turning around, I saw Kiran. I couldn't believe my eyes. The girl of my dreams was standing in front of me with a shy smile on her lips. All of a sudden, my tongue suffered a paralytic stroke, but I did manage to stutter, 'H...Hello Kiran.' I couldn't utter another word and stood gazing into her beautiful black eyes. Kiran was also silent; maybe she was waiting for me to say something. I don't know for how long we stood there gazing into each other's eyes. 'Kiran, there you are. I have been looking for you all over the store,' Romy said, breaking the spell. 'Sorry, I saw Babu and came over to say hello to him. You know each other, don't you?' Kiran said. Her voice was so musical. 'Of course, I know Babu. Hello Babu,' Romy said. 'Hello Romy,' I greeted her. Romy was Kiran's friend. In school, they were always together. Romy was good-looking but not in Kiran's class. She was short, no taller than five feet, with small perky tits. Like Kiran, she also wore tight blouses. 'Gosh, am I thirsty?' Romy said, 'The Orbit is next door. Let us go there and drink something. Babu, why don't you join us also?' Unable to say a word, I nodded and followed them out of the store. Once seated, my tongue recovered gradually. In half an hour or so, I was able to converse like a normal human being. The next hour was the happiest hour of my life. 'What an enjoyable morning,' Romy said, when we were about to leave, 'Why don't we meet here tomorrow?' 'That would be very nice,' I said. 'Good. See you tomorrow at 11 o'clock,' Romy said, leaving with Kiran. The following day, when I reached the appointed place, only Kiran was there. I should have been happy to see Kiran alone, but like an idiot, I inquired, 'Where is everybody?' 'You mean I am nobody?' Kiran replied, pouting. 'Sorry, Kiran, I didn't mean it that way. Where is Romy?' I asked, apologizing for my faux pas. 'I know, I was joking,' Kiran laughed, 'She has just left. Her boyfriend called, and she has gone to meet him.' After that day, we met nearly every day. We went to movies, took long walks, had lunch together, and even held hands. I wanted to kiss her, but could not build up enough courage to do it. Life at home hadn't changed. I continued to screw Bela at will. One evening, when abbu was at the office and ammi had gone visiting, Bela came to my room. I was engrossed in a gripping thriller. 'Bhaiya, I can undress as quickly as before now,' she said. 'Good,' I replied, without looking up from my book. 'Shall I show you?' she asked. 'Not now, later,' I replied, without looking at her. 'Bhaiya, you are very mean,' she complained, 'I have practiced so hard, and you don't even care.' I sighed and put the book away. 'All right, show me,' I said, looking at her. Her eyes told a different story. I could see lust in them. 'Kya teri choot main khujli ho rahi hai aur chudwana chahati hai? (Is your cunt itching, and do you want me to fuck you?)' I asked, laughing. She blushed but remained silent. 'Tell me,' I insisted. 'Haan (Yes),' she replied softly, covering her face with her hands. 'You silly girl, why didn't you say so in the first place? Come,' I said, starting to undress. She was out of her clothes and into bed in quick time. 'Promise me that next time you feel horny, you will tell me,' I said, after we had finished and started to get up. 'I will,' she said, catching my hand, 'Bhaiya, mujhe ek baar aur chodo. Meri choot main bahut khujli ho rahi hai (Bhaiya, fuck me once more. My cunt is itching so badly).' 'Of course,' I laughed, mounting her again. One afternoon, Kiran and I had planned to go to a movie. When I was about to leave home, it started to rain heavily. I borrowed ammi's car and went to meet her. When I reached the appointed place, I saw Kiran waiting for me. 'Come in quickly,' I said, opening the car door. Kiran jumped in, throwing the wet umbrella on the rear seat. 'My God, Kiran, you are soaking wet,' I exclaimed. 'It couldn't be helped. In this gale, the damned umbrella was of no use,' she replied, wringing her skirt. 'You need to change your clothes, otherwise you will catch pneumonia,' I said, gunning the car. 'Where are we going?' she asked. 'To your house, so that you can change,' I replied. 'No, please not to my house. My mother will kill me if she sees us together. Mummy does not know that I am seeing a boy. She thinks I spend my afternoons with Romy studying. Stop the car, I have an idea,' she said, pulling out her cell phone. 'Romy, I require your help. Can I come over? I am soaking wet and need a place to dry out....Yes, he is with me. Why?....Thanks a lot, we are on our way.' Romy was waiting for us. 'Gosh, Kiran, you are wet,' Romy giggled. 'Stop giggling and give me some of your clothes to wear. I am feeling cold,' Kiran pleaded. 'My clothes! Have you seen your size and mine?' Romy giggled, pointing to Kiran's boobs and then her own. 'Sorry, I forgot,' Kiran giggled, 'but do something before I fall ill.' 'All right. Babu, you wait here. You'll find all sorts of magazines to amuse you, while I take care of madam,' Romy said, pointing to magazines scattered around. For the next half an hour, I leafed through the periodicals. They were all girlie stuff, but with some great photos. 'Babu, she is decent now, you can go in,' Romy said, holding the door of the room open for me. When I entered the room, my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Kiran looked stunningly beautiful.She was standing in the center of the room with a towel wrapped around her body. Droplets of water dripped on her shoulder from her curly wet hair. She was smiling shyly at me.

Part 2

Authors/SAHEBJI/BAM WHAM THANK YOU MA'AM 2.txt

Save the Animals!

'Brrrr.... Brrrrr....' Oh damn! How could she have forgotten to turn off her mobile here in the cinema? Faces turning, glaring at her... She fumbles urgently at her handbag in her lap, but... somehow, it won't open. 'Brrrr....' How stupid of her... and now the lights are coming on, and they'll see she's naked, how terrible! Ashamed, she presses the strangely smooth bag into her lap, covering herself from the staring people all around, as she rises to leave. But the phone rings and rings, the heavy vibrations against her crotch setting fire to her sex. Freezing her to the spot. She should stop pressing the bag there, but if she doesn't, they'll see her.... Now they are pointing, leering; they know she can't run, know she is pressing the phone there because it's... she is so hot, she wants to rub it against herself, but like always she somehow can't manage to... Just the 'Brrrrr.... Brrrrr....' that feels almost inside her, and the people watching, whispering, disapproving. They know what she's wanting to do. She tries to turn away, but something.... the handbag is tangled.... sensation of a smooth soft surface against her face... Uhhhhh.... oh. Her hands are pressed against something hard and curved, down near her waist. She is partly on her side, but her hips won't turn, and it's very uncomfortable. She rolls back, face upwards. Opens her eyes. Dim light. White, spray-creted ceiling, pipes. A plain fluorescent light fitting, off. Some dead bugs inside the plastic. That buzzing, it really is down in her crotch, still there, and she has woken so horny... There is no handbag, no crowd, and her hands are trying to press to her buzzing sex, but are blocked, by..... what _is_ that? Groggily, she lifts her head, looking down at herself. It takes her several moments to take in a number of astonishing sights, in the dim, flickering light. One, she is naked, or mostly. No sheets, blankets, nightie. Just bare breasts, and with nipples pointing accusingly. Her hands... are palm down on a strange clear plastic... kind of skirt. Rigid, a single hard shell, it starts with a tight band around her waist, then flares out and down, to a wide curving edge as far down as her knees. Her backside is resting on its inside, which seems to be as flat as the front part she can see. Which isn't all she can see. It's clear, and underneath it, she is completely bare. *Completely* bare - her fur is gone! And in the shock of seeing her cunt lips totally exposed, she reflexively tries to bring her thighs together - only to discover that she cannot. The strange clear, hard skirt, has two loops of webbing, attached to its inner left and right sides, that circle her thighs, holding them out fairly wide. Her knees will not close less than a foot apart! So her sex cannot be hidden. Even from herself, and she is looking at one pouting, excited slit. Because there isn't any dammed cell phone, _something_ inside there is going 'BRRRRRRR.... BRRRRRR...' over and over, vibrating so heavily that she can actually hear it through her own flesh. Lifting up more, she peers down in the dim light, and can just see two short objects sticking out of her sex. One is a very thin, light-colored object sticking out several centimeters, from the back of her slit. Another is a thin and flexible piece of tubing, with a small knobby object at its end a few centimeters from her flesh. Both are obviously totally out of her reach. No doubt the rear one is how the large thing she can feel inside her vagina is to be removed. When she tenses her vaginal muscles, the little rod thing visibly moves, and then she can feel it between her labia. Otherwise, it's too small to be felt. That buzzing is going to drive her crazy! It's making her hot, but she knows it is nowhere near enough to make her come. Just not the right thing. That's her clit, which she can see sticking its swollen little head up out of her puffy labia already. Finally, she wonders where she is, and looks around. To discover she is in a cage. Bars! A bare, clinical space, with a plastic-covered single bunk, an odd-looking knee-high contraption in one corner. A small sink in another. Worse, now she remembers how she came to be here. And other things. Oh God! Please let her be still dreaming. She must be asleep still, having a crazy erotic nightmare, probably even fingering herself or something. She should try to wake up, and stop herself. But no. This is real. She can vividly remember her shocked outrage, as the two beefy undergraduates dragged her, naked and struggling, deeper into the university building, down raw, deserted fire stairs, to a stark basement area. A place of paint-flaking metal lockers, and bright stainless steel benches and medical instruments. How her struggling was shocked into mute passivity as she was forced through a long room lined with large cages - each with a naked, bored-looking adult human. Mostly female, but a couple of males at one end. All of them in strange, frightening-looking restraints of one sort or another. They had watched her pass, silent, afraid-looking. A silence, even at her shouted questions, that had finally struck her helpless. Why didn't they answer? A fearful realization that she was actually in deep, deep shit, and probably not going to be getting out of it. There wasn't much more to that train of memory. They'd led her into another room, mostly empty save for a starkly clinical examination table, complete with straps. A few battered wooden cupboards in one corner, looking more like second-hand cast-offs than cousins to the shining metal of the exam table. She'd struggled, but they had still strapped her down to the table, nonchalantly, effortlessly. She'd found herself, panting from exertion, exposed in a 'legs wide and high' position, that she'd always imagined in nightmares. The main reason she'd never dared go for a 'female medical check-up' herself. But with the added outrage of wide leather straps, tightly securing every point of her body. One of the men had begun applying shaving cream to her pubes, shocking her with the cold lather and his casual brushing of it over and into her most sensitive parts. He wasn't even making a pretence of 'medical professionalism' - he'd been blatantly twisting the shaving brush into her vagina, and wagging it back and forth over her clitoris, all the while grinning at her. Smiling more toothily at her every shudder and complaint. Much to her dismay, that brushing had the effect she'd been dreading, and her clit had sprung into full hardness with an almost audible 'sproing'. The oaf with the brush leered at her sex in amazement when he noticed the stiff little finger of flesh poking up, covered in shaving foam. He'd grabbed it roughly, wiping the foam off with his fingers, to reveal its redness among the surrounding white. Somehow that made it look even worse. She had been convinced she was about to experience a long evening of demented sexual abuse, when the other man had walked to her side, and held a pneumatic injector gun in front of her face. So far neither of them had bothered to say a word to her, and when he spoke then it surprised her; taking her mind off the sensations in her sex, where the creamy brush was back to twisting and tickling. Where her clit was already starting to ache, and judging by the brush's attentions, was going to be aching a whole lot more. "Now, this won't hurt a bit. We need for you to have a good night's rest, so you are nice and fresh for some tests tomorrow. This is just some stuff to help you sleep." He'd applied the tip to her arm, and there'd been a 'thkt!' noise, and a slight pinprick feeling in her arm. He'd continued talking while putting the injector gun away again. "It's fast-acting, so just relax. You'll be OK. A quick shave to neaten things up down there, a catheter, isolation shield, and you'll be off to a comfy bed for the night. Oh, and another little surprise you'll find in the morning." He pauses, with a grin that reminds her of a wolf. A wolf with a dirty imagination. "Actually, not so very little. Couldn't have it just falling out! Anyway, you'll see. Just remember, it's there for a purpose - to arouse you sexually. Saves time if you are already there by the time we will be in tomorrow. Some of the tests require you to be, hmmmm, 'panting for it.' Not to bore you with medical terms. Are you..?" He pauses, looking questioningly at her. Passes his hand in front of her face. She realizes that she is feeling a bit dizzy. It had crept up on her, what with the distractions of that dammed shaving brush still raping her sex, and the cascade of implications of his words. She shakes her head, feeling the world tilt and sway. Looks back at him, trying to find something defiant and clever to say. She isn't thinking too clearly either, it seems. It might help to think, if her sex wasn't reacting so predictably to all that soapy brushing of her aching hard clit. He nods. "That's the way. Just relax, let your eyes close. Not long now. It's a wonderful, generous thing you've done." Her vision is getting a bit confused, but she clearly feels his hand coming to rest on her breast. He is stroking it, rolling her nipple. That seems to have become quite hard again, by its feel. "Very generous!"We all greatly appreciate your selfless gesture. Now, just remember in the morning - you may want to pee, but that has to wait until during the tests. The catheter will prevent any little accidents in the meantime. You'll be woken when the timer in your 'surprise' starts it up, and there's no use fighting that. It won't stop until we turn it off, later. You can try what you like, the shield will prevent you from doing anything you shouldn't. You needn't worry about doing the equipment any harm, so no need to hold back. I'm afraid it will be quite frustrating though. No orgasms in the test schedule until quite late in the day. Still, all in a good cause, eh!" He pauses, still fondling her breast. Her eyes had drifted closed of their own accord as he spoke, and now she is floating, senses fading away. Listening to his voice, the fear and horror seem to evaporate, leaving only the sensations of her skin and ears. And the rising glow in her sex, which has started to feel like a big, throbbing cloud, carrying her... her thoughts have almost stopped. The last thing she can remember is something he says to the other. Distantly, disconnectedly, she hears... "Right, she's out. Are you going to fuck her tonight? Yeah? Me too. Damned good-looking woman, look at this thing here! Exceptional! Can't wait until tomorrow. After she's shaved. That old bag Pelton will probably come in over the weekend, for a looker like this. Spoils it a bit, having her hovering around, and wanting to..." In stunned shock now, recalling those moments, she tries to jump up off the bed. This doesn't work as expected. The strange skirt-like thing around her waist and enclosing her thighs is rigid. So she can't simply sit up since the movement of her hip joints is very restricted. She discovers that her thighs and waist have to stay more or less in a straight line. So to get off the bed, she has to sort of slide off the side, and into a standing position in one motion. She cannot sit, only either stand, or lie prone. Nor can she lie on her side or front, due to the forced spread of her thighs, and the flare of the 'skirt' to the sides and front. In the back, it doesn't flare away from her body much, instead conforming closely to the curve of her buttocks. A small amount of clearance behind her legs is filled by the skirt rocking upwards slightly as she lies back on it. The experimentation involved in discovering this does little to calm her thoughts, spinning with the revelation that she has apparently been raped, at least twice, on top of all her other troubles. Damn them! Those cowardly beasts, she can just imagine the animalistic scene of them taking turns, thrusting their stupid erections into her unconscious pussy. Probably did it for ages, taking their time, laughing at her, grunting and pawing her body as they rutted in her. Shaved her first, did they? Bastards! Bending forward while standing, she tries to tell if there is any evidence of their... their... rape. Tries to concentrate on the feelings from down there, looking for any hurts or soreness. This is a mistake, since all she sees is a very swollen and wet-looking beaver, and all she feels is that organ letting her know that something very stimulating is happening to it, and it would like something a bit more clitoral, please. To remind her of that, the pink spike in question is still standing out between the thick folds of her swollen labia. It feels extra sensitive, a bit chafed, and aching hard with that damned need again. She tries not to think of what the boys might have done with it last night. Not very successfully, the thoughts keep creeping back in, of what it would have felt like, had she been awake. Feelings that are now perceptibly growing stronger, and are already enough to cause an involuntary tensing of her arse and thigh muscles, as her hips rock her sex forward. She can't help her hands running over the plastic shield skirt thing, exploring for a way to her poor sex, to soothe its ache. There is definitely no way. She doesn't even bother to try contorting herself in weird poses - it's so obvious that there is no way her fingers are going to be getting to her slit. There it is, perfectly, obscenely visible in its shaven smoothness, labia slightly parted to the cool air by her spread thighs, clit obscenely visible, yet unless she sprouts tentacles from her knees, it's all out of reach. Damn, damn! There's nothing hurting, but whatever is inside there feels quite large. Sort of very fat but short, perhaps like a ball of some kind. She can't feel anything pressing up deep into her belly, or against her uterus. Nothing like... the absurdly sized plastic dicks her boyfriend would sometimes have her... how did he ever get her to allow that? Why did she submit to spending whole evenings, with those things tied so deeply into her, them vibrating so incessantly. He said he liked to watch as her desire overpowered her upbringing, and she would beg him for relief from the aching excitement. Over and over, since he would refuse to allow her to remove them or turn them off for hours. What a pervert! Voyeur! How ashamed she'd felt in the years after, recalling how she'd flopped and twisted her naked, sweating body about for his amusement. She'd thought then she enjoyed it too, and her orgasms were a seal of their love. But she wasn't going to make that sappy mistake this time! Not that she'd be _able_ to, she thinks ruefully, hands resting on the rigid plastic barrier isolating her body from the waist to knees. God! That thing may not be very deep, but it does vibrate strongly. She can't believe herself - raped by two men, probably for _ages_, and already some dumb bit of plastic and motors has her body wanting _more_? She steps awkwardly to the front bars of the cage, and tries to pay attention to the details of her prison. It's a smallish room, with the cage taking up part of it. Something like a toilet sits in one corner inside the cage, where its bars are against the wall of the room. Bed, toilet, a few square feet of floor - that's the extent of the cage's interior. Outside, the room is also fairly bare, with one opposite corner holding a desk and a row of file cabinets. One door, solid, closed, in another wall. A computer on the desk. All the light in the room comes indirectly from the computer screen, which is turned away from her. The light varies in colour and brightness irregularly, sometimes dropping to nothing. She imagines some pointless screen saver program must be running, doodling meaningless coloured patterns. On the wall behind the desk, illuminated directly by the monitor, is a poster. It seems familiar in the dimness, and she waits, trying to make it out as the light flickers. At first, the writing comes clear - 'THE TRUTH IS IN THERE'. Huh? Shouldn't that be 'out there'? She recognizes it now - it's like a poster on the wall in Mulder's basement X-Files office. She can dimly make out the hovering disk... and then the light flares up, and the image resolves. It's a woman's private parts, in horizontal shaven close-up, skin of inner thighs a faded smooth tonal 'sky', with the sex a dark saucer-like slash hovering in deliberate grainy miss-focus. She wonders what sort of X-files are in the cabinets of this basement office. For a moment, she holds her breath, listening. Nothing, and it's hard to hold your breath while feeling this way, so she takes another breath. Finds she is almost panting, and tries to slow her breathing rhythm. It doesn't really work, since if she concentrates on her breathing, her hips and arse start making obscene coital motions. If she pays attention to stopping that, her breathing gets out of hand again. Her clit is starting to seriously ache from its hardness. Worse, somehow just thinking of that, knowing she can't soothe it even if she allowed herself to want to, seems to have a powerful amplifying effect. Arrgh! she thinks. This is _terrible_! Can these bastards really have her here _permanently_, like they claim? All those things that arrogant arsehole Keil said, as if it was all obvious! What were they again? 'Orgasmic profiling' - that one had stuck in her memory. 'Cavity capacities' - that one sounded ominous too. Plural! Surely not!? But then, given her current situation, it doesn't seem likely that they'll care much for her dignity. Speaking of cavities, she thinks, it feels like I'm really dripping down there. Looking down, between her widely spaced legs, she sees with dismay that she actually is dripping. There are two wet splash spots on the floor, just visible as the flickering light flares brighter for a moment. 'Orgasmic profiling' - she repeats the phrase softly out loud. 'Orgasmic', she says slowly, louder, as she watches the glint of another fluid drop forming on her distended labia. 'Profiling'. It's pretty clear what that will involve. Always so pedantically statistical, those darned academics. If they want to 'profile' her orgasms, it will probably involve as large a sample set as they can obtain. They will put a lot of effort into it. With her body the instrument. She wonders if they'll make her come many different ways, or just one way, over and over? All the while watching closely, writing notes, and making recordings of her... her _performance_. And all this as some sort of _baseline_? Which means it's to be compared with _later_ data? And that means that 'later' will involve more of this kind of stuff! What was it? 'Research disciplines' involving her and orgasms? And how about 'used for education'? Education of who, in what? At the back of her mind, is the thought that all this ought to be driving her mad with terror. But it isn't. In fact, it's mostly making it harder to fight the still growing sexual excitement she feels. That stupid thing buzzing inside her - it's fiendish. Impossible to think of sex as the crude, unwanted atavism it is, when your body is more than ready to prove its animal nature.Hormones, conditioning, whatever, she has to admit that by sometime today, she is going to be forgetting all her resolve. Doing things she'd rather not, if her mind was clearer. Enough of this buzzing, and she'd probably even... even masturbate to order for them. Huh! 'Probably'? Facing the truth, she'll certainly be begging them to allow her, eventually. Considering those shameful times lately when she couldn't even resist the need, free and alone in her own home. Perhaps this hell is her punishment for those sins? With a despairing sigh, she lifts her hands to her breasts, now also aching with her heat. She clasps them tight and strokes her pebble-hard nipples. She wonders to herself if it might, after all, be possible to give herself an orgasm from just her breasts. As if all those times her boyfriend had tried, and made her try, mightn't have proved the negative. It made her more horny, all right, but never, ever got anywhere near that relief. She'd read somewhere that some women could. She didn't seem to be one of them. Feeling foolish standing there at the bars, her lust dripping steadily onto the floor, she moans and walks back to the bed, dejected and hot. She lies down, with some awkwardness. One hand on her breast, the other clenched hopelessly on the plastic shell arched inches above her aching sex. She massages her breasts, one and the other, knowing it will only make things worse in the long run. Resigned to await her new owners, fuming in the knowledge that they will find her exactly as expected - hot and panting for it. And also, in need to pee, judging by the sensations from her bladder every time she involuntarily tightens her stomach muscles in a futile thrust of her hips. Damned catheter. They couldn't even leave her that bodily function. There is no way she is going to be able to sleep any more. Some minutes later, she is considering whether anyone might be concerned by her absence from work next Monday. Playing back the scenes in her mind, from Friday, when she'd ended up walking out in vocal disgust, she has to admit to herself that they'll probably all just assume she meant 'leaving for good'. And to think that she'd sneered at the stories of how Francine had come to be trapped in that absurd bondage contraption, and had to be rescued by the fire department. How stupid she'd thought them, Francine and the courier fellow, to arrange that sick game and then have a mix-up with the dates, that left Francine stuck for the whole weekend. The girl had been lucky to have finally managed to chew through the gag by Sunday night, and call for help before everyone else turned up for work on Monday morning. God knows what she'd had to do to keep her job as it was. The mess on the carpet, eeuww! If only the fire department would show up now! Though whether the university would be able to tell the firemen to go dry their hoses, since she was legally university property... She didn't think that was possible. But then, there was some stuff on the news last year, she remembers vaguely. Something about some nutty conspiracy freaks, complaining about, what was it? A change to the contract law, for corporations? They said it allowed for um... contractual slavery. There'd been a crazy story about some senators, and a Temp Agency, and migrant girls... but who believed that stuff? Passing laws, paid off with sex. Couldn't happen, she'd thought. Thinking about it, she remembers feeling that those stupid Russian and Asian girls deserved what happened to them - if there was any truth to the story at all. Perhaps she should have paid a bit more attention. Sexual slavery, in America, it sounded so bizarre! And why does the thought that she may really be stuck here, really _will_ be used for weird kinky experiments... why does that make her feel like she is melting or something, between her legs? Her mind drifts off into sexual fantasies, distracted by the desire of her body. An image of Professor Keil arguing with several full-dress firemen, standing around her naked body strapped wide to an examination table, in the middle of some perverted sex experiment. The firemen agreeing that, yes, everything was perfectly above board, false alarm and they should be going now, but did the professor mind if they stayed to watch? How they all admired the medical sciences, and could they perhaps be of... Shattering her fantasy, a phone rings loudly in the room. Turning her head, she guesses that it must be on the desk, behind the computer. Several long rings, and she is just thinking 'sorry, we're captive right now, please leave a...' when the sound of an answering machine cuts in. "Sorry, the lab is unattended. Whazzup? click... beeeeep!" Immediately a woman's voice answers. Rachel grimaces as she recognizes the prim tones of Ms Pelton. "Jeff, Fred, just letting you know I'll be in after lunch. Doctor mentioned you might need some assistance, but this morning I have gym classes, then some shopping to be done. Now don't you forget the correct test regime! You boys will have to restrain yourselves, that shield had better still be on the subject when I get there. I'm sure there'll be time for some unstructured investigation later in the programme." She snickers, a rather chilling sound. A few seconds of silence, then "Ah, I suppose you secured her in the office? So, hello Rachel, if you can hear me. It's seven in the morning, and the fellows will be in sometime after nine. No doubt you have discovered your alarm clock? They should only have set it for half an hour before they got there; that would have been sufficient to prepare you for the tests. But boys will be boys - they always give the pretty ones hell. Well, happy hunching! See you later, sweaty." The line goes silent, and after a moment the answering machine grinds through the rest of its role "You have... one... new messages." Then there is no more sound but the creak of the bed as her thighs tighten, pushing her frustrated, burning sex up into the inviolable space of the shielding plastic skirt. At least two more hours of this. She supposes she'll survive alive, but not necessarily sane. God, it's driving her nuts already. After lying there squirming for many more minutes, she gets up again, unable to stand it. She has a mouthful of water at the sink, rinses the sleep from her face, realizes that there is no towel. Dripping, she moves over to the strange object in the other corner of her cage, hoping to take her mind off her buzzing sex by examining it. It is more like some strange piece of laboratory equipment, than anything she recognizes. In the dim, flickering light, it seems to be made of molded white plastic. Set at the centre of a shower-recess like white plastic depression in the floor, it is a squat, tapering column, with a deeply concave top containing several complex, articulated nozzle-ish projections. The body of the column is flat and featureless, joining with the floor in a kind of flexible concertina arrangement, that implies the whole thing is movable in some way. The outer lip of the top concavity is not flat, but a complex, two-lobed organic curve, one side looping high, the other side a smaller, tighter cup. Walking around it, she suddenly realizes that it's the shape you'd get if someone squatted down in a big wad of play dough, letting it form tightly up over their pubic region, press firmly into their thighs, and wrap on around and up their buttocks to above the crease of their arse. Realizing that, the various objects nestled down in the cavity within take on an entirely more suggestive air. This is some kind of perverted sex-thing, she thinks. If a person sat on this, those would be pointed right at, well, everywhere. Touching it, she finds that although the body of the column is hard, the thick folds of the almost flower-like top are firm but flexible. They have a softly yielding, smooth outer layer, but some kind of inner rigidity. It's too dark to see down into the depths of the top cavity, but she feels around inside and discovers that it contains a pool of water. With an 'ugh!' she flicks her fingers, sniffs them. Smell of disinfectant. She is walking around it again, peering at the shadowy objects inside, when her foot feels a 'click' in the floor, and the column follows with a 'whoosh' of water swirling around in the opening. She can see it spraying in from small openings around the rim. Dropping to her knees, and peering at the floor, she sees now that there are several small bumps in a line, just to the 'front' of the column. They have some symbols, and after a little while, a flare up in the dim lighting lets her read them. There are two arrows, an X, 1, 2, 3, a pair of dots, and a circle with a diagonal slash through it, like a 'no whatever' sign. Which tells her absolutely nothing, she thinks. The flushing has made her think maybe it's just some insane kind of toilet, rather than... something. She tries pressing the buttons, and finds that with her fingers, she can't even get them to click. Standing, awkwardly in the weird skirt, she tries again with her foot. This works, and she is startled to discover that the two arrows make the entire column raise and lower, smoothly and slowly. The 'X' seems to do nothing, as do the others, except for the 'stop' sign, which makes the 'toilet' flush again. The sound of the water reminds her that she really, really wishes she could go to the toilet herself. Maybe, if she relaxed enough, she could pee around that catheter thing? But how to get over the 'bowl', in this chastity skirt? It takes her a few more moments, idly playing with the buttons, before it occurs to her to wonder how low the column will go. So she holds the 'down' arrow, waiting as the column very slowly sinks lower... and lower. Seems to take forever, but it keeps going, and eventually the top curvy-floppy bit is below the level of her plastic skirt hem. She steps above the column, and toes the 'up' arrow.The contraption begins slowly rising into the confines of her shield. It's almost immediately obvious that the skirt and the toilet are made to suit each other. From front to back, the 'body-fitting' part of the toilet is a close fit with the skirt. The hollow sides of the thing are comfortable for her legs and clear the straps holding her legs apart. As the opening of the device approaches her crotch, the back riser is slipping up over her buttocks and up, between the skirt and her skin. Wiggling as it all finally presses into place, she finds that it seems to make a complete seal all around and is quite comfortable to settle down on. Except that its line of contact is all well away from all the places that are currently begging for contact. The front lip comes up well over the top of her pubic bone, resting softly against her lower belly. It had never touched her clitoris as it passed, despite her trying. Its tight fit inside the skirt prevented her from shifting her hips enough to rub that. She supposes that now would be the time to try and pee. She tries. It's not easy, with the vibrating thing inside her and a sex that's dying, swollen for sex. After some concentration, she can feel herself relaxing, but nothing happens. The pressure in her bladder remains. Seems the catheter does too good a job. Annoyed, she wonders what the other buttons do. Pressing the 'X' had no effect before, but now when she tries it, she shrieks in surprise. With a sudden clench, the whole outer edge of the 'toilet' clamps tight against her body. Her body jolts, as her hips are instantly shifted an inch or two back and into a new angle, in which her posterior is a bit more thrust back than before. Instinctively, she tries to push herself up out of it, straining her calf muscles to stand on tiptoe. But to no effect. The thing is like a hand, wrapped around her, flat against her lower spine at the rear and pressing in above her pubis at the front. It is now utterly rigid, beneath the thin layer of soft surface rubber. With the way it wraps around the sides of her hips, she simply cannot move her pelvis at all. After a moment of panicked struggling, she realizes the futility and remembers that this is, after all, probably just a ridiculously over-engineered toilet. Albeit a Venus Fly Toilet. With the controls at her feet. She presses the 'X' button again with her toe. Nothing happens. A few more presses of that 'X', and she admits to herself that for reasons unknown, it isn't going to let her free. This makes her feel very vulnerable - here she is, a vibrator up her vagina, bladder near redline, clitoris achingly hard, locked into some kinky ablutional, with strange mechanical attachments poised not far below her private parts, which are stuck in an open-legged, screw-me pose. She wonders if she dares to try the other buttons again. For the moment, no. Several minutes go by, her mind pretty much occupied with the unwanted, unchanging intermittent pulsing of her internal vibrator and the counterpoint monotonous aching need in her clitoris. This is much worse than simply lying on the bed, she thinks. She tries caressing her breasts, hoping this might take her mind off 'down there'. It doesn't - just making things even more frustrating. Eventually, she comes back to the idea of trying the other buttons. For starters, she tries the 'no' button, and to her great relief, it does what it did before - flushes the toilet. Except, now the spray jets seem to be angled differently, for she feels the jets striking her all over the skin hidden inside the clamshell's grip. _All_ over too - it feels like her slit and clitoris are being needled by about a hundred sharp little sprays. It's a very nice feeling... very, very nice, so as soon as the flush finishes after a few seconds, she presses the button again. This time, nothing happens. In anger and frustration, she stomps her foot down. Dammit! What idiot designed this stupid toilet! Why doesn't it do what it's supposed to! Impatiently, she tries the others - '1' does nothing, '2' - nothing. '3' - and something in the mechanism makes a 'thunk' sound, and a motor whines up to speed. She freezes, wondering what this time. She can feel some kind of vibration, and it isn't from the thing inside her. Next, the entire clamshell fitted around her hips quite suddenly jerks upwards several more inches and stops, just high enough that her feet lift right off the floor. 'Oops' she thinks, and reaches her foot to the '3' button again. Only she finds she now can't reach *any* of the buttons! Then she jerks rigid, with a shocked 'Oh!' as a high-pressure jet of warm water strikes precisely on her little anus. She clenches it reflexively, but can feel the heat inside, where some jetted in too fast for her. It is a very hard, fast jet too, blasting away at her clenched opening, pummelling and prodding her, just like a solid probe, but more insinuating. Straining, grunting, still she can feel little streams of water forcing their way inside. The water is increasing in temperature too. Still comfortable, it is now more hot than warm. Then it suddenly stops, and with a sigh of relief, she lets her tiring muscle relax. That wasn't so bad, she thinks. Some kind of enema thing. Just as she is thinking of expelling the hot water that got past her, the jet abruptly strikes again. This time she is slower to respond, and what feels like a great deal of quite hot water ends up inside her, as she struggles to hold out the rest of it. She can feel the liquid inside her working deeper, as her clenching anus squeezes tight. The vibrator in her vagina gives another of its shaking bursts, and she nearly loses concentration. Damn! She wasn't expecting that. How many times is it going to do this anal jet thing? And the feeling in her sex, as she clenches her arse... damn, dam, maybe this _is_ a sex machine after all. If this is '3', are '1' and '2' what she thinks? Then the jet stops again. She could swear it went for longer the second time, but it's hard to tell. Not knowing whether it's going to repeat again, she is in a quandary wondering whether to try and expel the hot water now moving deeply inside, or to wait, clenched and ready to resist another attack. She decides to wait. So she sits there, resting her weight on the quite comfortable wrap around her pelvis, concentrating on keeping her anus clenched tight. Which is not so easy with the regular beats of vibration inside her sex and the still warm water gurgling inside her rear. She waits for several times the length of the gap before, then relaxes, thinking 'ah, must have been just the two.' Of course, when she tries to empty herself, almost nothing happens. The water has been pushed far up inside by her clenching. She strains for several moments, achieving nothing much more than a slight trickling sensation. And just as she relaxes from a push, loose and open, the jet spears up into her, shocking her right out of thinking to clench. It's hot, and fast, and forceful, and rushes deep up into her belly, an expanding warmth working into places she's never felt anything before. She can feel the expansion of her abdomen, and when she places her hands over her belly, can even feel the increase there. Trying to stop it, she struggles to close herself, but the muscles seem lethargic from the pummelling of hot water, and nothing comes of the command. Then abruptly as it began, it stops again. This time, still open and with volume inside, she can feel the water cascading out of her. Objects in the flow cause ticks of sensation as they pass. Her vagina spasms on another burst of the vibe, and her disobedient anus spasms shut now too, blocking the outflow. Trying to relax herself, her palms press reflexively on her still full belly, massaging the discomfort. She has just got things flowing again, when another jet strikes, and again she is filling up. None of this is giving her much opportunity to think clearly, but it seems to her like the interval then was much shorter than before. Could it be... (the jet shuts down again) ..random? she thinks, as once again she is draining. 'That would mean...' she starts, then her vaginal wake-up call interrupts her train of thought again. She wonders if her clitoris can get any harder and more painfully needy. Giving a desperate thrust of her hips, if only to brush the tip of her clitoris against the inside of the clamshell, she succeeds only in pressing the front lip painfully against her over-full bladder. The jet fires again, thrusting its finger of hot, probing water deep up her bowels, but this time stops almost immediately. The feeling is as if a living bar had rammed into her, then melted instantly into a return flow in her now loosely relaxed interior. After a few seconds of peace, it does that again, only this time continuing for just long enough to start building up the liquid swelling of her belly again. Then it stops. She massages herself, draining, wondering how long this is going to continue. Her sense of shock and outrage seems to have maxed out, leaving a kind of numbness, but as she thinks of the men arriving at nine, and finding her still shuddering and jerking on this machine, her overworked body rallies with a blush she can feel rather than see, as a wave of humiliation crashes over her. She signed a contract, stupid, stupid, and so she is here, and will stay here, and they will do things like this to her, for as long as they choose. For what seems like minutes, she stands there, sobbing quietly in self-reproach, as the jet seems to have given up. Most of the water seems gone now, and she thinks to try the flush. It works this time, the sensation again intense and erotic, but far too brief to do anything other than frustrate. Again, it doesn't go a second time when she tries.It almost seems like the jet ordeal is over, and she is once again finding the fullness of her bladder the major source of discomfort, when *blam*, the jet strikes into her again. After the initial blow, she manages to hold it out for a while, then gives up in resignation. The waters course up into her again, swirling and filling. This time, it seems to go on even longer, and by the time it stops her stomach is very visibly distended. She has found that at moments when the influx is painful, she can clench and hold back more, till that inside has distributed itself. But the pounding on her arse is another kind of pain, and one best to submit to eventually. Time passes, and the irregular fillings and emptyings continue. The water fortunately shifts in temperature to more nearly body temperature, though now and then it surprises her with a hot or icy cold short blast. She discovers that the flush process is automatic too, with one occurring every ten or so cycles of the jet. She wishes they would stop. The jet is intense, but not very sexually stimulating. The flush, however, is something else. It seems that just those few seconds of needling jets on her sex will fully relight her need, every time. And despite the discomfort of her repeatedly bloating and deflating belly, each time the little jets tease her aching clitoris back to full hardness, it seems to remain that way for longer and longer, clinging more stubbornly to its desire for release. The regular pulsing of vibrations in her sheath, the rising and falling of the aching need of her clitoris, and the random inflations of her belly, all create a never-repeating landscape of complex interactions of sensation. She is hardly ever able to complete more than a few snatched thoughts. Somewhere in the process, she is surprised to realize that the animalistic moaning and gasping she hears is herself. She tries to stop it, but keeps forgetting, and the sexual sounds effects resume. One thought that flitters though her mind repeatedly is, 'This is just a toilet! What will they do when they are serious?'

Part Two of ?

Authors/SensoryOverlord/texts_unfin/Save_the_Animals/Save_Anim_2.txt

SensoryOverlord

Cuntanamo Bay

'Train' passes through the final gate. A big sign over the gate displays official double-speak, but there is also some graffiti - a more honest 'welcome'. Mary gets trundled into the 'fitting' area with the others. Here, the new inmates receive the induction speech, then are fitted with the PUSSY units. "This is your new PUSSY. It belongs to Uncle Sam, and your old pussy belongs to it. You will wear it every minute for the duration of your stay here. How do I know you will? Because it does NOT come off until Uncle Sam wants it off. Your precious pussy is not yours anymore, it isn't your boyfriend's, or your girlfriend's, and it certainly won't be feeling your fingers again anytime soon. But don't worry, your pussy won't feel neglected, because PUSSY will be its very, very close friend." Units begin in 'full power' mode as soon as activated. Mary is mid-way down the line. She sees the effects on the girls fitted before her - extreme sexual stimulus, rapid orgasms. By the time the tech gets to her, she's in a state of sexual conflict - her body highly aroused, her mind locked up in fear. The tech inserts the unit and turns it on. Mary's pussy goes into orbit, an orgasm only moments away. Then the tech picks up her papers to mark the fitting details and spots her 'special instructions'. The tech's eyes go wide in surprise, double-checks the paperwork. Mary is on the verge of orgasm, contorting wildly, desperate for clitoral contact, so close. Suddenly, the tech snaps out of it, quickly turns off her PUSSY unit, and removes it. The other girls are by now screaming in orgasm, while Mary screams in frustration, losing control, begging for an orgasm. The tech just laughs and says "not for you." The tech wheels her stand out of line and over to the front of the room, parking her facing the lines of girls contorting and yelling in massively stimulated orgasmic overload, while she is literally sobbing with frustrated arousal, clenching for all she's worth. The tech considers for a moment, mutters to himself that she might actually be able to get off that way, grumbles why they cared if she did or not, right from the start? The tech goes and gets something that looks like a miniature football with some kind of projection. The tech inserts the 'football' in her cunt - it pops in easily, with her dripping lube. The tech grips the projection part and repeatedly squeezes it. The thing inside her pumps up, bigger, till it feels huge inside. The tech lets go and laughs, "There, how's that? Feel better with something to grip on? Go ahead." Now the 'projection' with its odd coiled end is sticking out forwards from her crotch like a penis. She clenches down on it, and the coiled part extends, unrolling like a party whistle. Except it's silent. It rolls back up as she relaxes. Humiliating! The whole room of women and guards can see exactly how much and when she's contracting. Plus, somehow the absurdity of it robs the edge from her arousal, and she can tell that orgasm is now out of reach. Not that she wants it less. She's left there for an hour, as the other girls all shudder and buck through orgasm upon orgasm. Then their units seem to shut off automatically, and one by one, they are demounted and led away. Finally, she is the last one left in the room. The techs grab her trolley and wheel her back out into the corridor. Joking about how special she must be, they tell her she's been allocated as the recipient of the bee's knees - the very latest. The implantable units, not yet publicly available. "You totally won't know it's there! Well... you'll know by its wise moral guidance, while otherwise feeling and looking completely normal. All natural! Completely non-intrusive and will always be with you, for constant protection against the devil's temptations. Of which you seem to be familiar." (Dismissively indicating her pussy-party-whistle's repeated extensions.) She's brought to what looks like a hospital operating room, all white and tiles. She's demounted and strapped to a cross between a stirrups and an operating table, legs wide apart, as always. She's left for a while. Then a group of several male medicos enter. They matter-of-factly admire her figure and make some ribald jokes about her still erect, oversize clit, suggesting it should be adopted as the Cuntanamo Bay facility mascot. They take turns idly masturbating her, joking about extensions of her clench-detecting insert, what a horny, easily aroused slut she is, and how she's going to be a changed woman soon. They catheterize her and insert an expanding colonic flushing device in her arse. She's subjected to a lengthy session of bladder and bowel flushings, including hydrostatic pressure testing. She's face-masked - mouthpiece strapped tightly in place & breathing tube from equipment, nostrils plugged, monitor leads attached. The medics toy with her a bit, seeing if they can make her involuntarily clench, and laughing at the thing's extensions once they succeed. They can also shut off her air with a touch of a button on the anesthetic respirator and play with that as she pants in heat. Then one says he has an idea, checks this out. He attaches a length of fine tubing to a port on the respirator and somehow attaches the other end to her 'pussy favor'. He strokes her clit - she clenches... and suddenly can't breathe. When she relaxes, the airflow returns. They crack up laughing and spend more time teasing her, till her helpless contractions have her near passing out from lack of air. At this point, the head medic suggests they'd better get to work. Anesthetic is applied, and she fades to black. She wakes up, gradually. She finds herself restrained, spread-eagled naked in a bed, alone in a ward with many beds, all with straps the same as hers, but empty. The air is comfortably warm, and there are no covers. She can't see anything different about her body, but can feel a few sore spots as she shifts. Small aches at many of her joints - wrists, elbows, knees, ankles. Something uncomfortable high up at the back of her neck. Some dull throbbing in her sex - hard to localize. Also, something odd deep inside and low down in her belly, not painful, just odd. Two small circular bandages on the lower outer curves of her breasts, not far from her nipples. Still groggy, she drifts, dreaming, avoiding thinking about her situation. She daydreams of Russel. Drifts off to sleep again.

Part 3 of ?

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Master Rod

'That composite drink of Dad's sure seems to do the trick!' Rod thought to himself. 'I have been learning, exercising, and being quizzed, and I still have lots of energy.' Rod was back in the suite of rooms he occupied. His father had always been very generous towards Rod and had prepared the suite with Rod's enjoyment in mind. The sliding glass doors off the sitting room opened out onto a poolside view, affording Rod plenty of the Eye Candy his hormones so enjoyed. Rod had learned that his father had used mental conditioning on all of the women he hired to become part of the estate's large staff. Each of the women was highly attractive in their own right and single. After being altered by the mental conditioning, their loyalties were completely riveted to the Withers males. In addition to being loyal, all of the women longed for the praise and affection of the Withers men. Nothing that would bring pleasure to either Alistair or Rod would be considered taboo to the members of the estate's staff. As an added effect of the mental conditioning, each of the gorgeous young women were easily aroused by the Withers males and longed to bear their children. This focus on the Withers males was so intense that any advances from other men would be completely and thoroughly rebuffed. The desire to be found attractive to a Withers male kept the women focused on their health and appearance. The few necessary male members of the estate's staff had also been mentally conditioned. The conditioning they received bound their loyalty to the Withers males as well, though not in any sexual sense. Each of the male staff members guarded the privacy of the Withers family members in every way possible. In return for the sacrifices made by his employees, Alistair Withers provided them with extravagant salaries and a plethora of benefits unavailable anywhere else. Each employee was provided with a beautiful home nestled within the 1500 acres of the Withers estate. In addition to this home, they received quarterly bonuses for work well done, full health benefits (no co-pays or deductibles), use of any of the resort or vacation properties in the Withers hotel empire, a company vehicle of their own choosing, 24/7 accessibility to the large exercise facility, etc. Alistair had an exceptional record with his staff members. Between the thorough screening and security checks performed in advance of their hiring, combined with the mental conditioning each received during their "Job Orientation", each staff member could be trusted to keep their silence regarding the manner in which the Withers household was run. Often on their days off, the women would choose to frolic in the large network of pools and hot tubs located behind the west wing of the Withers Mansion. Rod never failed to enjoy the sight of all those beautiful bodies exposed to his enraptured gaze. Today was no exception, so as Rod called to the Kitchen to order lunch, he made sure to ask the Chef to send down a light meal sufficient for six people and instructed that it be delivered to him poolside. Rod stripped down to his birthday suit and stepped out through the sliding glass doors. As the tall and athletic Adonis made his way over to the pool, the conversation and laughter of the bevy of beauties nearby turned to silence. Rod had to grin when he noticed the focus of their attention. He climbed up the ladder to the diving board and executed a clean, crisp dive into the deep end of the pool. After his dive, he began to swim laps in the swimming lane. As the murmur of voices began again, the new topic was Rod. "Did you see how handsome he is?" "Wow! His cock is big even when it is soft!" "Oh, how I'd like to stuff my puss full of that!" "I'm going over to say hello!" While Rod was climbing out of the pool, bikini tops and bottoms were coming off everywhere he looked. Articles of clothing were falling thicker than the leaves of autumn. Rod sauntered over to his hot tub and settled in for a warm soak in the frothy water. Eagerly, yet with some sense of shyness, many of the women approached Rod's current location. With more than thirty gorgeous women present, Rod was treated to a smorgasbord of pornographic delight! Blondes, brunettes, and redheads! Shaved and trimmed pussies! More than sixty lovely breasts on display! And each of the women waiting with both anticipation and a sense of foreboding; anticipation that today they might have some of Rod's time and affection, a sense of foreboding that the hot tub could only hold so many and they might not be one of the few chosen. Rod and Alistair both tried to be careful to show their affection to the entire female staff; however, even with their high level of testosterone and physical conditioning, the two could only handle so many women in a day. Rod selected Tonya, Miranda, Suzie, Lori, and Natalie. Tonya was a redhead with a lovely body, highly kissable lips, and a sultry smile. Miranda was a brunette with a mouth that was made to suck cock. Suzie was of Japanese descent and was fond of anal sex. Lori was a blonde with a gorgeous rack and wonderful ass. Natalie had auburn hair, and though she had a petite frame, was stacked to the max with a rack that seemed to defy gravity. The women quickly joined Rod in the hot tub, playfully pushing and shoving each other in hopes to get as close to Rod as possible. "Ladies, no need to fight over me. I intend to enjoy the delights each of you has to offer!" Rod said in a possessive voice. He placed Tonya on his left and Natalie on his right. Rod moved to a sitting position on the edge of the hot tub and motioned for Miranda to give him a blowjob while he fondled Tonya and Natalie's tits. Lori and Suzie began a steamy 69 session for Rod's viewing pleasure. Miranda drew Rod's ten-inch cock deep within her throat and massaged his length with her throat muscles. Her tongue kept moving on the underside of his shaft as she applied steady suction. After a few short minutes, Rod's dick was hard enough to punch holes in concrete. Rod slowly pulled out of her heavenly mouth and motioned Miranda, Natalie, and Tonya over to the large pad next to the hot tub. He placed them next to each other on all fours so that he could fuck one pussy, and then switch to the next with minimal movement. For the next twenty minutes, Rod fucked the three tight snatches like a wild man. Finally, when he could bear it no longer, he shot several spurts in Miranda, then several more in Tonya, and then the last of his load in Natalie. As he withdrew from Natalie, the Kitchen staff were busy setting up lunch. Rod helped himself to several servings of fruit, a small piece of cheese, and for the main course, a nice juicy steak. The five women ate with him, enjoying his company and companionship. Miranda finished first and crawled under the table. Soon Rod felt her delightful ministrations to his cock have their effect. Once he was again hard, Miranda released his cock from her throat and gave it a loving farewell kiss. Rod went back to the pad and lay down. Suzie was on all fours while Lori was tonging her asshole to get it nicely lubed for Rod's pleasure. Once Rod had lain down, Suzie moved so she could get his cock in her mouth and began to drool spit over Rod's hefty instrument. Soon Lori began working her fingers into Suzie's little anus, occasionally adding her own spit to the mix to further lubricate things. In just a few minutes, Suzie stood up and straddled Rod. Slowly she lowered herself on Rod's cock, burying his shaft in her back passage. The tightness of Suzie's asshole was exquisite. Her expert muscles began to massage his prick thoroughly. She kept a hand on Rod's ball sack, and when she could feel that he was about to shoot a load, she pulled his cock out of her ass and shoved it into her cunt and began to ride him for all she was worth. Soon Rod was pumping her full of cum, and she began to scream in orgasm. Slowly Suzie pulled off of Rod's cock and lovingly took him into her mouth to clean him and get him ready for Lori. Rod motioned Lori over to sit on his face while Suzie attended to his dick. He soon had Lori thrashing back and forth as his tongue gave her clit a workout. As she neared orgasm, Rod pulled out from Suzie's hot sucking mouth, and rolling Lori over, stuffed his hard cock in her warm and inviting pussy. He pounded away for the next five minutes, giving Lori a fantastically hard fuck. Once again, he unloaded his investment of sperm into Lori's waiting womb. After his latest orgasm, Rod needed some refreshment. The kitchen staff had pulled the buffet cart away, and in its place left a small table with several beverages on it. Rod saw his father's special orange-colored concoction in a large tumbler and quickly swallowed it down. Almost at once, he felt himself filled with energy. He looked at the clock and realized that he had used up the available time and would soon be due back at his father's study.One by one, Rod drew each of the five women he had enjoyed into his embrace, hugging and kissing them and letting them know how special they were to him. Then he went over to two other women and asked them if they could come to his suite that evening. Each of the women, Nicole and Babette, were thrilled and asked if they should plan on staying the night. Rod nodded and headed back to his suite as Nicole and Babette began to enthusiastically discuss their good fortune.

Chapter Three

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Wandering Lanes

Casebook of Wilma Jenkins - 01

'The Leader' looked out over the city and smiled. It had taken many years to ensure that the city fell, and the inhabitants would come to worship him as a saviour to the people, and the plan had worked well. A cough behind him, he turned to face his second-in-command - Darius. This was a man who knew exactly how far he could go before the leader would stop him, and had many times with just a word. Darius spoke in a mocking tone, "They await outside, Leader, a delegation to announce their allegiance to you alone." The Leader laughed softly - allegiance to him! And they will serve him because they'll have to. The Leader said, "When they have gone, withdraw the first team slowly. Let the second team chase them away." Darius smiled, a nasty dangerous smile. "And the prisoners, Leader, what of them?" The Leader seemed to consider. "Well, fortunes of war - we found the men slaughtered." Darius licked his lips. "What about the women? Shall we kill them as well?" "Why? There was no sign of any women amongst the dead, was there?" The Leader's voice was measured. Darius gave an evil grin. "No, Leader, they are safely locked away. Do we return them?" "No, they're more fun this way," said The Leader, giving another short smile, which was then replaced by a soulful expression. "Now let the delegation in, and we'll discuss terms of our victory over them." Darius bowed to the leader and turned to the door, which he opened to the people outside. "The Leader will be proud to see you now. Please enter." The ten people who made up the city senate entered the room, which was plain and in its own way impressive, yet showed no details, just a desk and chair, a relic from the old times. The spokesman started to speak, "We thank you for letting us see you, Leader?" The last was an inquiry as the term was unfamiliar to the people now, its roots long forgotten. The Leader smiled and sat down. "Yes, that is how I am known. It is an old name - bestowed upon me many years ago, but I am diverting you from your mission. Please tell me your problems."Darius returned to the room. "Your orders, Leader." The Leader gave a dismissive gesture. "As ordered before, except we no longer need the Queen. Find the Princesses; they are disguised as ladies' maids. Your men can have fun with the others, but the Princesses I will need." "And the Queen?" Darius almost licked his lips. "Checkmate, Darius. Once the Queen is taken, the King is at risk and can be removed. Just return the Princesses to me." Darius bowed and left the room with an evil leer on his face. The Leader went into a side room. He looked at the person tied to a rack and smiled. "Well, Wildflower, and how are you today?" The prisoner just gave a dull look at his words. She was not really reacting still, and he'd only had her for about five years. He'd enjoyed her, but something was missing. Still, his troops had no complaints about her; she was a prize for their good work, and she'd really be working for the next few days when the first team were back. He switched on a bank of monitors. They kept a watch on the dungeon area. It was great entertainment, sometimes he'd let his handmaidens watch as their brothers or sisters were worked on; it greatly improved their appreciation for him."So," she said, "the capsule was taken 44 hours ago, and you have only just decided to report the matter! This makes my job so much easier." The senior technician was puzzled, so he asked, "It does? How?" She shouted at him, "Yes, I just arrest all of you for gross incompetence! Has anything else been taken? Like the main console, the doors, the entrance hall?" He was now on the defensive, "Oh no, just the capsule, I mean we haven't really checked - this is your job, we're just technicians, you know, repairing the exhibits, escorting tour groups. No, security is not our job." Wilma shook her head. "That's obvious. Well, do you think that you could take another inventory of all sections? Don't worry about this one - we know the result, minus one time capsule. I would like the report very soon." As the technicians ran to their separate areas, Wilma contacted her office. "Hi Boss, we have a situation here." Chief investigator Rawlings picked up the call. "Okay Wilma - what's the problem?" She let her sarcasm show in her voice. "Well, apart from a bunch of dweebs who don't know anything about simple security, and believe we don't have anything else to do with our time, just that a time capsule was taken approximately 44 hours ago, no ID on the perp. Could have slipped in with the inspection group, and stayed behind when they left, he used a laser to deactivate the monitor system. I believe he was after more than the capsule, but won't know until the dweebs here can tell me more. I think we will need a full team - this is a serious one, Boss, I just feel it." Rawlings shook his head, "I can't send a team, you'll have to make do with 5, I'll send them over to you." "5! Boss, that won't be enough, believe me." "I do believe you, but you know how stretched we are, 5 is all I can send, and that is the number you will get - clear?" "Yes, Boss, but when it all blows up... I hope I'll be able to say I told you so. Jenkins out." '5? What the hell am I supposed to do with them? Post them by the doors and run around all the windows? Shit, why won't the boss listen to me? This is wrong, I know it is! Shit. Shit! Shit!!!' Wilma Jenkins thought to herself. She paced up and down in the main display room past the empty slot where the time machine was taken from, and then she noticed a line scraped into the floor, where a large shape had been pulled into the gap. She followed the line to where it started. A blank spot on the floor, nothing near it, no sign of any lifting equipment nearby. She thought about it, 'It couldn't have just materialized? Could it? - What if a short-range time machine was used? The perp could have worked out when the guides had left and vectored in. You can't vector directly into a time machine, too much build-up of radiation too soon. No, so he materialized here, chose his machine and pulled the small unit inside.' She operated her radio again, "Code 45, repeat code 45, monitor time fields for possible changes." An anonymous voice replied, "Your code 45 received, time scans show no changes from norms." Wilma spoke again, "Okay, but keep monitoring, pinpoint and notify if/when any changes occur." The voice replied, "That's an affirmative, Agent Jenkins, standard watch and notification, standing by." Wilma nodded and tucked her radio back into her belt. A technician ran up to her. "Agent Jenkins, we've found something," he said breathlessly. "Follow me." He ran back into the main building. Wilma followed him to a new display area. The sign outside the room said, "Acts of War - a history of war and weapons." She followed the technician into the room. Apart from some dioramas and mannequins, the room was empty. She looked at the man, "So? What am I supposed to be looking at?" The man shook his head. "You don't understand," he said. "This is or rather was a major display, the last collection of weapons of destruction." Wilma made a dismissive gesture. "So? It held a lot of defunct weapons, so what, it's not as if they were real." At the look on his face, she did a double-take. "No, no, don't tell me." He nodded. "I'm afraid so. The directors believed that it was worthless to house replicas in a room dedicated to war. We had to learn from our mistakes." Wilma shook her head. 'The idiots,' she thought, 'who's going to learn from this, I wonder?' She spoke to the man again, "I need a complete inventory of all the weapons that are missing, also an estimate on how long it would have taken someone to remove them!" He opened his mouth to argue, but she didn't give him a chance. "I don't care whose job it is, you're the one here, so get on with it." She walked away from the technician, leaving him to start his task. As she entered the main hall, there were five people in the uniform of the Temporal Investigators. She recognized the man in the front. "Michael, how's it hanging?" she said. "Wilma, you forgot your bra this morning, it's still in my room!" Michael Rogers, her current lover and next in line to her job, replied. "Now what's ahead of us?" Wilma shook her head. "Not sure. We've got a last model transport taken, and there's an added bonus, a room of weapons have gone as well! I've got the idiots who are supposed to be watching over this place checking their inventories - the perp's already left, can't tell whether back in time or forward, but I've got control scanning the time-lines for any changes." Michael whistled. "Man oh man, that's bad. Why the hell did Rawlings only send us five to help you? You'll need a full team on this." Wilma nodded. "Tell me about it, but you know Rawlings, only takes his head out of the council's butt in order to close the purse-strings. I did ask for a team, so here you are. Come on, I need your thoughts." The other four operatives were directed to chase up the technicians and get their inputs. Michael followed Wilma into the time machine room. Once they got there, he looked around. He whistled in astonishment. "Oh boy, look, they've got a model 25, there was only eight of those made, and only three survived their first trips. Marvelous design, but a mother to steer, we lost one of our own in the test run, must have smeared herself into paste." He shuddered. "Not the best of ways to go." Wilma nodded in sympathy. "No way is! But we can't worry about that now. If you can drag yourself away from the machines, it's the missing one I'm more concerned with." Michael walked to the empty space. "Okay, so what am I supposed to see?" He scanned the floor, found the mark, and walked straight to it. "Hey, this is wrong." He pulled out a small scanner and waved it over the start of the line. He showed the results to Wilma. "Look at this, this shows that a small-range machine materialized twice, in the same place, within a space of 5 minutes actual time. Who knows how long subjective, could be hours or even seconds." He followed the drag marks, still using the scanner. "Then, while it was still running, it was dragged to the main machine which... SHIT, it's right off the dial, a massive surge of energy, as if the two machines interacted. The range of the thing is now in the mega-region, not the normal maximum." He switched off the scanner and looked wide-eyed at Wilma. "We've got to report this straight away," he said. "With this type of power, he could change everything, and we'd never know it!" He picked up his radio. "Control, emergency. Respond, please." Rawling's voice answered, "This is control. How dare you issue an emergency without clearing it with me." Michael rolled his eyes. Wilma took the radio and spoke, "This is Temporal Investigator Wilma Jenkins - in accordance with the Temporal Time code, I am issuing an emergency condition. T.I. Michael Rogers will give details. C.T.I. Rawlings, can I speak to you privately, please?" The emergency declaration being issued automatically activated all the radios to allow all Temporal Investigators to listen in to the call, that way any time changes could be registered. In fact, the emergency code had only been used once before, and the corps had only just survived the incursion. As Michael gave the details to the technical section of the corps, Wilma spoke to her Chief. "Boss, I told you this was a bad one, and you saw fit to only send five officers to help. When their senior issues an emergency, you try to stop him. Now that's two of us in the field trying to keep control. We can't do our jobs if you keep stopping us, and before you start to complain about funding for the Temporal Investigation Corps, didn't you know that in Emergency conditions, the Budget is unlimited until the emergency is declared over?" Rawlings sounded confused. "What do you mean? Emergency conditions? What's the emergency? The first thing I hear is that Rogers calling in and activating the channel. Now I think I should be consulted beforehand, don't you?" Wilma was now on solid ground. "No, Boss, that's what the code is for. I can quote from the handbook if you want. If two senior Investigators agree that there are sufficient grounds..." Rawlings completed the words, "...they can declare an emergency alert regardless of all other objections! Don't try to quote the book at me, I've read it as well! Okay, now that you've tied my hands, what do you need?" 'Finally,' thought Wilma. "We need a full trace of the museum's temporal space for the whole 44 hours to determine when the perp arrived and to what time period 'he' - I'm assuming it's a he - went to, either past or future. We've ascertained that he managed to cross-link two machines, and that's increased the potential radius to infinity, or at least further than our hand-helds can measure.""Okay, Wilma - I'll send a full technical team and equipment, we'll take the room apart if we have to. As soon as they arrive, I want you and Rogers to hand over to them and report back here! I'm going to have the council on my back, and I'll need you to convince them that the emergency is real and not just some cocked-up readings!" Rawlings was in full C.Y.A. mode (cover your ass); if anyone was going down for this, he was making sure that it wasn't just him. Chapter 5. Leader's Office - Leaders Chronicles Darius dragged the two princesses into The Leader's office - their clothes had been changed from the rags they had been wearing to proper clothing. Although it was under the watchful eyes of Darius and the other guards, all of whom were giving their encouragement to the two girls. As they entered the room, Darius spoke to them, "This is The Leader's office. Once here, you are to serve The Leader in whatever capacity he may ask. Should you fail him, you will return to the dungeon, but be aware that your return trip goes through the same room, and this time the men will not keep their distance." I watched as Darius pulled the two sobbing girls to a standing position in front of me. I smiled, "Ah, our two lost princesses. It's a pity your parents decided to take them with you. You are now mine. I'm sure Darius has explained to you the futility of refusal." The look on their faces as they listened to me was a joy to behold. I dismissed Darius and told the two to follow me. I entered the other room, the first thing to be revealed to their eyes was Wildflower, her bruised body displayed for their benefit. I told the two to undress. When they started to hesitate, I reminded them of their choice. With tears running down their cheeks, they started to undo the buttons. I stopped them and made them undress each other. The younger one looked about fifteen, the older one was seventeen. Their relationship to each other was pronounced. Indeed, if it wasn't for their age, they could have been twins, but they were inexperienced sexually, and I looked forward to teaching them a few points before allowing the guards their company - I had to keep the hired help sweet, so I'll be able to use them later. I gave them the chance to feel what it was like to make love to one another. I forced the elder to suck and pleasure the younger, then reversed the process. I looked forward to several hours of pleasure with them both. I grinned at Wildflower, who was watching from the wall. She'd already learned the lessons I was going to teach these two. Chapter 6 - Temporal Corps Headquarters Rawlings was beside himself. "Jenkins, I gave you an easy task, and you've blown it out of all proportion. Now can you explain yourself?" Wilma took a deep breath. Nobody knew how Rawlings managed to reach his current position; the rumor was that he had a rather large blackmail file, but still, he was the boss. "I did tell you that I thought this one was going pear-shaped. It was a gut feeling - why would anyone steal a transport cabinet? We've had no disturbances in the past. I think we should look at the future time frames for any changes." Rawlings was sarcastic. "Oh, you do! Might I remind you that we work on evidence, not gut feelings? Give me something I can see! And why did you back Rodgers with his blasted alert? I've been trying to convince the council that everything is fine, then you both go and pull this stunt?" Wilma felt like getting up and slamming Rawlings' face into his desk, but she stopped herself. She calmly spoke, "Michael ran scans of the room. It shows a small capsule materialized in the room and was dragged into the missing transport. The increase in power was off the scale. We could have had full temporal disruptions in the room, which could have shredded the whole timeframe. Weren't you listening to the report, boss?" Rawlings almost snarled. Of course, he hadn't heard the report; he had more important problems than listening to the ranting of subordinates - not that he'd admit to that, of course. "That's neither here nor there. You should have checked with me before issuing the alert." Wilma couldn't hold herself back. "BULLSHIT!" she said. "You know the book. You even quoted it to me. We had to issue the alert. You know that, otherwise our whole Corps would be at risk!" Rawlings shook his head. "That's enough, T.I. Jenkins. You're suspended from active duty pending an investigation. You and Rodgers are to remain in your quarters until further notice. Dismissed." Wilma saluted and did an about-turn. She left Rawlings' office, resisting the urge to slam the door, and walked back to her room. Inside, Michael was already waiting, and he gave a wry smile. "Hi, lover. Looks like we're being punished. Give me a kiss." She shook her head. "Not now, Michael - I'm worried. What if that damn perp is changing the timelines now? What would happen to us?" Michael smiled. "We'd never know, so why worry? Sit down and relax." She did as he said, putting her head onto his shoulder. Michael kissed her. "You see, love, we're here still, and we'll always be here." And he leaned back onto the bed, pulling her down with him. After a while, she raised her sweating body up from the bunk and smiled at Michael. "You know, lover, we're really going to have to get properly registered if I'm going to get the implant neutralized." He smiled back. "Okay, once we get out of this house arrest, we're going to registration, and then it's goodbye to this whole lark!" She shook her head. "Not me, lover. I'm in the Corps for life. But our children will need someone to look after them." She smiled at him - she'd already sneaked a look at the future, watching the two young children with their father, at least before she saw the note - the note which said, 'That's enough, Wilma. Time to go!' as she left, the boy smiled at her and waved. She smiled at the memory as she dressed. She kissed his face as he lay there. Somehow, she knew that she'd be needed. Just before the intercom beeped, she pressed the button. "Jenkins," she said. Rawlings' voice came on the intercom. "Jenkins, report to my office." - 'Short and sweet,' she thought as she left her room. Once she was at Rawlings' office, she knocked on the door. A presumptuous "Come in" greeted her knock, and she entered the room. Rawlings was seated behind his desk. To one side, a council member was seated. Rawlings spoke, "Wilma Jenkins, this is Councillor Marcopulos. She is in charge of the Futurist movement. She's been reporting a problem that has appeared in the far future. The tribes are gathering under a new dictator. This is something that wasn't destined to be, not yet anyway. Oh, by the way, you may sit down." The councillor spoke, "We had a report from our agent in a surviving city. A new super-tribe is being formed. Old technology is being used. The weapons, some that have been recovered, are from the museum display; their serial numbers match. The council has decided that we have to intervene." Wilma spoke, "How can this affect us? They're in the future. It doesn't really concern us." Rawlings spoke, "The council agent has found out that the dictator known as 'The Leader' has spoken about gathering the tribes and cities together and then ensuring that the past will provide for the future. We believe he wants to gather troops to invade past times, thus affecting our present. This is something we have to stop." He looked at the councillor. "Thank you, Councillor. I'll be able to take it from here." The councillor got up and walked to the door, where she hesitated. "Investigator Jenkins, good luck." Wilma smiled. "Thank you, Madam Councillor, but we don't depend on luck." The councillor smiled back and left the office. Rawlings spoke as soon as the councillor had left. "Okay, Jenkins, so you might have been right. We were too busy monitoring the Past that we forgot about the Future. You're going to have to travel to the future and defeat this dictator - this Leader - before he can turn his attention to us." Wilma looked at him in astonishment. "But, boss, we don't have a transport that will get that far. Even our perp had to slave two transports together, and I don't really want to try that!" Rawlings shook his head. "Don't worry, Wilma. We've got that sorted out. There's a model 23 in the museum. It has plenty of power and will get you to and from the target point with no problem." She shook her head. "No way, boss. I've been told that they didn't work properly. Didn't we lose someone with a 23?" Rawlings would not back down. "That was never proven. For all we know, they just pressed the wrong button at the wrong time. They may even turn up in our near future. Now I suggest you get a team together. We're prepping the type 23 in the museum at the moment, so move yourself and get your ass into gear. Time's a-wasting." 30 minutes later, Wilma found herself outside the museum with the technicians milling around. The senior technician spoke to her, "This is outrageous. You can't take our exhibits like this - why, there'll be no reason for having a museum at this rate." Wilma shook her head. She didn't need this hassle. "Sir, you may be correct. Have you ever considered using imitation items in your displays? That way, there'd be no reason for people to steal them." The Senior Technician seemed apoplectic at her suggestion. "You mean cheat? Madam, we pride ourselves here that all the exhibits are real and actual. Why, it would be like showing the Piltdown Man skull and saying it's real! Never, madam. Never!" Wilma shrugged her shoulders. "It was only a suggestion. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a transport to use. Don't bother showing me the way. I've been there before!""and she walked past the astonished technicians into the museum. Wilma and her team entered the display room. Some temporal corps engineers were working on the Type 23, and the Chief Engineer looked up. "Ah, Wilma, there you are. Well, here she is! She's really a beauty. The capacitors are fully charged, and we've checked the safety governors - they're all set and tight, so you shouldn't have any problems. But if you do, well, then you know when we are!" Wilma smiled at the old joke. "Thanks, Charlie. I hope you'll keep everything running until we get back!" He smiled back at her. "Of course we will, Wilma. Just make sure you get back in one piece." She let the others enter the transport, looked back at the room with the engineers waiting by the entrance to the hall, and then she entered the transport and walked to the control panel. "Welcome, Investigator Jenkins. Mark 23 time transport ready for insertion of coordinates," the transport's computer voice said. The voice was well-modulated and male, which was a change from the more generally used female voice. She gave the computer the list of coordinates. On the console screen, a display of lights showed that the computer had accepted them and was working out the best way of achieving them. It then responded, "For safety reasons, it will take three steps to complete this trip. The systems will need to recharge for 10 minutes between steps. Is this acceptable?" Michael looked at Wilma, who asked, "What would happen if we tried to make the trip in one step?" "I would not recommend that, Investigator. It would involve severe depletion of my fuel reserves, requiring several hours to complete. While in motion, safety protocols may fail, resulting in sudden and acute gravity failure, most of which would be detrimental to the passengers, not to mention my circuits. I would strongly urge you not to give that command, Investigator." The computer voice seemed very worried. Michael's voice then could be heard, "I second that motion," which set the others off laughing. Wilma nodded. "Very well, computer. Your suggested course is okay with us. Please initiate and inform us when it's complete." The computer voice seemed relieved with the answer. "Oh yes, madam. Thank you. Do you wish to be informed when I stop for the first recharge? I can try to make it a very hospitable location if you wish?" Wilma suppressed a smile. "No, thank you. We will be too busy planning our own course of action for when we arrive." "Very good, madam," the computer said, sounding like a butler now. "I'll give a chime when I am approaching the first stop, just in case." There was an increase in the background sound, and the computer voice then said, "Attention, this transport is now underway. Be aware that you may feel slightly dizzy while travelling. This is quite normal and is expected. However, should you feel nauseous, there are tablets available in the first aid boxes that you will find in all rooms. The expected transit time is six hours, including recharge breaks." At this announcement, Wilma almost groaned. She wanted to get this assignment finished as quickly as possible, but then this was an aspect of time travel that people never considered - it took time to travel through time! Although you could specify when you wanted to arrive, so as objective time travel could be instantaneous, subjective time passed at the normal rate. Still, it gave them plenty of time to read the reports from their agent in the future and to formulate a plan to get the transport back from the perp.She screamed when she saw the object in his hands. It resembled a two-headed penis, made of metal, and it was very large. She could make out several layers of metal inside it as he was explaining that once inserted in both orifices, it would start to push in further and then expand, so that she would be able to welcome the largest of male members in any part of her. He was laughing as the anal probe was inserted to her great discomfort, then her eyes widened as the vaginal probe was cruelly shoved inside her. Once they started working, she began screaming. Chapter 8 - En Route. Wilma had finished reading through the reports. The transport had stopped twice so far, and the second time it appeared that a global winter was in full blast. It took the machine 20 minutes to recharge instead of the 10 it had reported. The computer voice was very apologetic when it reported the fact, "I hadn't really registered the cloud cover on my first estimate, but don't worry, it won't make a difference in our traveling time." She checked on the other members of the team. Michael was ready; he'd been going over the same data as Wilma, and the two had talked the events over with each other. The remaining 6 members were chosen for their ability to use weapons. They relied on Wilma and Michael to formulate the plans which they would follow, so for the moment they were taking the time to check their weapons or sleep, or in one case both! Finally, they couldn't put it off any more. They found an empty room with a lock on the door and a friendly bunk bed just off the floor, and they started to kiss each other while their hands were otherwise busy removing their clothes. Michael kissed her breasts as he gently entered her body. They'd been together for the past 8 months and knew each other intimately. He knew that by cupping her breast like this as he moved inside her like that would bring her ecstasy. He dipped his head to pull on her nipple with his teeth, and she purred like a cat in heat. Suddenly, he twisted, bringing her over to be on top of him. She raised her body, keeping him still inside her, allowing his hands to rest on her engorged breasts. She knew he loved that part of her, and as his hands paid homage to them, she looked down at his ebony body, as he smiled up at her. "Oh, honey," He said, "You look so good like that." He ran his hand down her body to her hips, feeling her flex as she tried to maintain the power of the strokes that her vagina needed. His hands then found the juncture of their bodies, and she felt him lightly brushing her clitoris, bringing her more pleasure than her body could stand. She cried out in joy as she climaxed, her body losing control as she fell forward. He was used to this and caught her, slowly lowering her form. He then wrapped his arms around her body and turned over, then took control, using long, slow strokes, until she recovered herself enough to sigh into his body, "Oh yes, that's good, please do it again," and then he started to pound into her again, until they both came together. After a few minutes, she managed to move herself as he slipped out of her body. She moved herself down his body and took the now flaccid organ into her mouth, tasting both herself and his fluids still remaining as she tried to revive it, but he shook her hair and said, "Not just now, Wilma, please, we'll be no use if we're both exhausted." She allowed him to pull her up and rested her head on his body as they relaxed in the endorphin-created glow of sexual bliss. They were brought out of their sexual rapture by an announcement, "I'm sorry to disturb you Investigators, but we are going to be arriving in 10 minutes. I didn't want to bother you earlier, but I thought you'd need to get dressed before leaving!" Wilma shook her head, "You mean that you were watching all the time?" The computer tried to sound contrite, "Well, I did say I was sorry, but I'm trying to work on a thesis on human interactions, and I did make a few notes, well, several gigabytes in fact. I mean, nobody said I couldn't monitor all aspects of the transport, did they?" Wilma laughed at this. It was difficult hiding things from the Corps at the best of times. "No, that's alright, only please don't use our names or descriptions in your thesis. Okay?" The computer sounded happy at this, "Thanks, Investigator. It means a lot, you know. When I'm able to contact GV589, I'll tell him." Wilma was puzzled, "Who's GV589?" she asked. "Oh, he's the stolen transport. Ever since he's been in the museum, he's always been a sourpuss, annoyed at you lot for mothballing him. He's been working on some project for a while now." The computer was positively chatting now. Wilma just stared, "You were in contact with the other systems in the museum?" she asked. "Sure! There's nothing else to do. We've taken to mimicking the tour guides at times, really got them confused, I must say," The computer said, "It was a surprise when that man turned up in the dumb unit." This started to interest Wilma, "What man? And what's a dumb unit?" The computer sounded surprised, "Why, the man who took GV589, that's who. And a dumb unit is a short-range transport with minimal computer control, no personality at all!" Wilma turned to Michael, "Why didn't we ask the transports about the intruder?" Michael shook his head, "Don't know, we thought they were all tied into the museum's mainframe, we just didn't consider them." The computer snorted. "That antiquated non-entity, he wouldn't give us the time of day, so stuck up. He was almost as bad as those blasted technicians, didn't even like us using our scanners on the dumb unit, kept telling us to keep our noses out!" Wilma was stunned. Here was an opportunity for information that was completely ignored before. "You scanned the transport. Did you get pictures of the perpetrator?" The computer sounded dismissive, "Him, of course, several in fact, and the transport showed only four rooms, and another person inside. Couldn't find out too much about her though." This was a shock to Wilma, "Her! How did you know it was female?" The computer gave the equivalent of a laugh, "It was him, he kept talking to her, telling her that he'd got everything under control. He called her Wildflower - strange name for a human, I thought, but then everyone has to have a name. Hold on! 5 minutes to insertion. Message from GV589 arriving - message follows. Warning! The Leader knows you're coming - he's planned an ambush - beware. That's it, nothing else. 4 Minutes to insertion." Wilma was up and dressing, Michael wasn't far behind; they rushed into the main console room, where the 6 others were readying their arms. "Ready for ambush," Said their leader, then he added apologetically, "We overheard the computer talking to you. It was on broadcast, I'm afraid." Wilma looked at the red-faced men surrounding her; she looked at the computer screen, which had also taken on a ruby hue. "You kept the room's microphone open all the time?" The computer tried to sound bashful, "Well, Investigator, they were getting slightly bored, so I thought I'd brighten their day up, as they didn't want to play any games with me!" She placed her arms on her hips, "Remind me to start reprogramming you, with an axe! Time to insertion?" The reply was quick in arriving, "30 seconds, scanning destination area/time - clear of witnesses, but trace shows 15 men will be in the area in 2 minutes." Wilma thought, '2 minutes, do we set up our own ambush, or try to evade them? Ambush and then we can interrogate them later.' She quickly gave her orders. "Okay, we can expect them to try to kill us. All weapons on stun, try to get their leader first. We need to know how to get into their camp. Computer, when we achieve insertion, open the door. Captain, you will then deploy your men. Try to get maximum coverage and keep your heads down. We've got 15 targets to put down in the minimum amount of time." The computer voice announced, "Insertion point achieved, opening doors - good luck, guys." The 8 of them left the transport and spread out, finding dips in which to hide. They covered themselves with sand-colored sheets and waited. After a few minutes, the sounds of feet could be heard approaching them. A low voice could be heard saying, "Be careful, they've arrived. Now, they might be disoriented following their trip, but remember, we want to take them alive if possible. But any women in the craft must be taken alive, at the orders of The Leader. If the males fight, they can be disposed of. Now, surround the craft." The group started to encircle the transport, placing themselves within Wilma's troops, who opened fire from their concealed positions, taking out all of their protagonists. Wilma surveyed the fallen men and spoke, "Well, that was easy. We'd better get these tied up. Who do you think the head man is amongst this lot?" Michael, who was helping with the securing of the men, pulled Darius out of the group, "This one's better dressed than the others. I'd lay even money he's in charge." Wilma agreed, so while the rest of the captives were being stored away from the transport in a cave, Michael was pulling Darius into the room that he and Wilma had previously used. He ensured that Darius was securely tied onto a chair in the room. Michael took out a medical pouch and loaded a stimulant into the pressure spray, which he placed by Darius's neck and activated. There was a brief 'ptssh' of the spray entering the bloodstream, then Michael stood back and waited for it to take effect.Darius stirred. He remembered waiting with his men for the travelers to leave their ship, then there had been a bright light, and now he was alone, except for this parody of a man. He had heard about different-colored people elsewhere in the world, but had never seen one before. "How dare you treat me in this manner," Darius said. "When The Leader finds out that you have tied me up like some common criminal, he'll have your hide!" Michael laughed. "Really? Well, let me tell you that I'm here to take your leader back with me under arrest, because he is a common criminal, so what does that make you?" Darius laughed at that. "What rot! The Leader is a great man. He's joined the tribes and the cities. We've learned a lot from him. You must be mad. Now release me, I order you!" Michael spoke calmly. "Where is your leader based? How can we get in without attracting attention?" Darius was now in full authority mode. "If you had accompanied my men, we would have brought you to The Leader's presence. If you release me, I will take you there now." Michael smiled. "Good try, pity I don't believe you - what did you say, 'take them alive if possible'? Not the word of a peaceful escort, is it?" Darius shook his head. "I didn't say that. You must have misheard me. I was asked by The Leader to find you and to meet him." Wilma entered the room. Darius' eyes widened as he saw her. "How did..." he stopped himself, looking closely. She was slightly different from her. He then continued, "...you manage to capture us? All I remember was a light!" Michael looked at Wilma and then spoke. "Standard issue sidearm. We can stun any opposition quickly." Darius was interested in that, a high-tech weapon, not yet rediscovered. "But can it be set to kill?" Michael shook his head. "No, we can only stun when threatened. We can't risk disruption of the time streams." Darius smiled to himself. 'They were weak - scared to kill. They've lost the stomach for it. They will be easy to deceive.' Then he spoke out, "With such weapons, we're surely lost. Please don't use it on me. I'll show you an entrance that isn't guarded." Michael looked at Wilma, who shook her head. He spoke to Darius, "That's a quick change of heart. Mind explaining why you've decided to help us?" Darius tried to act scared, which for him was difficult. "Please, sir, you don't understand. We've lost the art of manufacturing such tech. Would it be possible to have the diagrams for such as those?" Michael shook his head. "Sorry, we're not allowed to, but you haven't explained why you're so anxious to help us." Darius tried to hide his smile. "Why, sir, with such tech, you could control the world. A man would be a fool to fight against you. My best option would be to join you. Now, don't you agree?" Michael whispered to Wilma, "Well, what do you think?" She motioned him out to the main console room. Wilma shook her head. "I think he's a slimy little git, but he might be on the level. Look, detail two men to accompany us. Tell the others to follow and keep us in sight. We're possibly walking into a trap, but we can't afford to lose the opportunity to capture our perp. Computer, can you give us a hard copy of the intruder at the museum?" The computer was anxious to be in their good books. "Sure can, Investigator. How many do you need?" Wilma gave a half-smile. "We only need 8, one for each of us. We need to identify the target before we arrest him." The computer started to print out the copies for her, and then it said, "Investigator, I would urge you not to trust the man in that room. From GV586's messages, I'm told his name is Darius and is the second in charge. It's not possible for him to change sides so quickly." Wilma looked at the display console. "Thank you, computer. I was aware of the speed of his conversion, and I don't trust him. You may find it better to place yourself out of phase with this location, but re-insert into real time at hourly intervals. If we don't return within 5 days, then return to the origin point and alert the engineers." The computer seemed scandalized. "What! Bug out and leave you in the lurch? No way." Wilma sighed. That was all she needed, a computer with a conscience. "You will have to follow orders. If we can't get back after 5 days, it's possible that we'll be dead. You'll have to inform control as soon as possible. Now, follow the order, please." The computer started to sound like a child. "But, I don't want to. I want to remain with you." Wilma repressed an urge to pat the console. "If we can return, we will. Now, please, do as I say." "Okay, Investigator," it replied. "I've entered the order, and it will be followed. I'll phase out when you've left with the prisoner." Wilma smiled. It wasn't always that she beat a machine. "Thank you. By the way, what is your name? I can't keep calling you 'computer,' can I?" The voice brightened. "Well, I've always responded to Mark 25, but I like the name Mark. It's short and hasn't got that demeaning 25 at the end of it. The others always accentuate the 5. I say it should be the 'M' of Mark." Wilma laughed at that. "Okay, Mark. Thank you, and don't worry. I plan on returning." She walked to the room, opened the door. "Okay, Mr. Darius, we're going on a little walk." The shock of her saying his name almost made Darius freeze, but then he relaxed and waited for her to untie his arms. But to his annoyance, she didn't, although she did help him to rise from the chair. She drew her pistol and held it facing him. He slowly walked through the door and then out onto the surface, where Michael and two guards were waiting. Michael also had his pistol drawn. "Now, show us the way." Darius nodded. "Of course, follow me." And started to walk toward The Leader's camp. When they'd started to enter by the 'secret' passageway, an alarm sounded in the guards' quarters and The Leader's office, loud enough to be heard in his bedchamber. He reluctantly raised himself from the quivering form beneath him and activated a screen. He smiled as Darius, hands tied behind his back, was walking along, followed by some black guy, two others, and yes, Wilma. His hopes had been answered - she was here! He summoned the guards. When they were in the room, he ordered them to remove the Princess to the slaves' quarters, but informed the guards that he wanted to use her later; this was so that the guards wouldn't interfere with her. Wildflower was taken down from the wall and then tied onto the bed. The Leader himself moved a chair to beside the bed and attached chains to it in preparation."Wildflower - you have a visitor" My sweet captive opened her eyes and saw herself tied next to her, her voice whispered, "Is it time, now?" and her face glazed over - it seemed as in relief. I snarled at her/them, "I'll leave you to get re-acquainted. You know it's going to be nice, two bodies but one mind!" and with that, I left the room. Chapter 9 - Plans within Plans The bound form on the bed seemed to gain strength from somewhere and spoke, "We have five minutes before he comes back, now listen carefully," she spoke quickly, outlining the plan, almost as if she knew it by heart. Wilma realized that she did! The thought of her volunteering to be captured and used by this, this monster was more than she could imagine, but here was the proof. Her older self looked up from the frame, "Oh yes," she said, "and there's something he didn't know, we are of one body/one mind. If you concentrate, you can hear my thoughts; they will help you in the years to come. Be brave." Wilma concentrated and felt several years of torture imprint themselves into her head, including what had happened - NO, what will happen when the 'leader' came back. She smiled at her 'time sister', "Oh, I see, so you did enjoy some of it then!" The bound form laughed, "Well, I couldn't help myself, so I just laid back and thought of Rawlings' face when I try to claim double back pay." Then her face sobered up, "He's about to come back - now remember the plan." She returned to her softly moaning self as the leader re-entered the room. Interlude - Leader's Chronicles I looked at the two forms in front of me - the untried and the well-used. I smiled; it seemed that time could be tricked. I turned to the younger version, "So, my dear, you see how my Wildflower has been changed. She used to be so full of claws and teeth, but after a few weeks of my singular attention, she's been defanged and declawed, and has been my companion for some time, not to mention the number of my men she's, how should I say this, oh yes, entertained." I watched the younger Wilma look at Wildflower in shock. I smiled, "Oh, don't worry, I took my time before I let the others use her. Now, I think you should change places, you know, get to know what you'll be dealing with - soon!" I laughed as I untied Wildflower from the frame; she wasn't going to be a problem, but I knew - from experience - how this Wilma would react if I didn't handle her carefully. I placed Wildflower's moaning form into a chair, then turned to Wilma. I showed her my knife, a crude weapon, but one that is so useful. She pulled away from my clutches. I shook my head, "Now, Wilma, you're going to have to do better than that." I bent over to grab hold of her, and then there was a shocking pain to the back of my head, and everything went black. Wildflower looked down at the Leader's body, "This's for the times you shared me!" and then she started to kick the unconscious body. Wilma just stared at her, not knowing what to say. Her older sister finally ran out of steam and untied Wilma's bonds. Wildflower looked into her 'time sister's' eyes, "I'm not sorry for that," she said, "but it hurt my foot. Now, come on, you've got a job to complete, and I've got to return to my time-frame and report in - but remember this, he will chase us. He's fixated on us for some reason, probably something we've done in the future, our future that is." Wilma looked at the unconscious leader, and then back to Wildflower. "Why don't we just take him in now, and save all the bother?" Wildflower looked at her sister and shook her head. "We can't," she said, "He's locked in a time loop of his own making, and although he's causing problems to us, it's a minor thing." Wilma looked at the leader again, "So he goes free, to be able to torment us for as long as he wants?" Wildflower gave a predatory smile, "Not really, he's going to have enough problems with his men soon." At Wilma's puzzled look, Wildflower smiled again, "Sister, look at the information I've given you. I was 'infected' with nanoprobes, benign to women, but at an internal signal, will start to multiply and spread amongst the men, like that AIDS virus back in the olden times. They will affect the brain and other parts, and after the way some of them enjoyed me, I couldn't wish a better fate for them." Wildflower pulled Wilma up to her feet, "Come on, girl, you've got to rescue Michael from the dungeon, and while you're there, you'll find others to rescue, and they'll help you." Wilma looked at Wildflower, "But what are you going to do?" she asked her. Wildflower smiled, "I'm returning home. I've got a few memories that I don't want anymore. Rawlings has assured me that they've got foolproof methods, but I've got one more thing to do," she started to concentrate, and then her smile deepened, "That's it, the signal's been sent. Even if some were out of range, the others will start them off when they're in range; it's a ripple effect, I've been told." The two split up. Wilma headed to the dungeons, Wildflower to the laboratory that the leader had set up. She found the capsule in the corner of the room, she punched a code into the door, which opened up for her. After a few seconds, the capsule vanished, to re-appear almost immediately and remain silent in position. Chapter 10 - Rescue Wilma ran into the dungeons area, looking for her partner. She passed several of the leader's men, all of whom were holding their heads and screaming, some were also holding their crotches. 'Whatever the nanoprobes were doing, they were doing it right,' she thought to herself. She ran into the main chamber where she found Michael, tied to a rack with heated irons lying on the floor. She called to him, "Are you alright, Michael?" He looked up at her, "Fine, the bastards only just put me on this contraption, then they started to scream. I thought I was supposed to be doing that! Maybe I didn't read the script right." She smiled and, before she untied him, she grabbed hold of his head and kissed him, "I told you to keep your head down, you idiot. What's our children going to say if you're not there because you're too careless?" He smiled back at her and said, "I suppose you could always take photographs of me, just to remind them." She laughed at that and started to unbuckle the straps holding him to the rack. Once undone, he looked at the torturers huddled in the corner, screaming their heads off. "What the fuck did that to them?" He asked. Wilma looked at him, "I think I did!" At his look, she said, "It's a long story. We've got more to do." They went round the dungeon, opening the doors to the cells. They had found keys thrown onto the ground by agonized guards and worked out which were for the doors and the ones for the manacles. In most cases, it was one size fits all, which, considering the technology level they used for locks, was the best they could do. She soon located the rest of her team. It seemed that Darius wanted to concentrate on Michael first, then he would have moved onto the others. Also in the cell was a young girl of about fifteen years old. After a quick check, she ascertained that the girl had been abused by The Leader and then his men. She gazed into the girl's eyes and convinced her that the hurting was over, and she had to recover herself. Somehow, Wildflower's communication was still working. The girl was concerned for her elder sister who had been retained by The Leader, but then Wilma was told that the guards had brought another girl in to a nearby cell. Holding the girl in her arms, she went to the cell, and the two princesses fell into each other's arms, crying. The main problem was convincing the prisoners that they had been rescued. Many thought it was a new trick by the guards to allow them to punish escaping captives, some just wanted to stay in their cells, safe from harm, others couldn't wait to leave. When the major number of the prisoners were freed, Wilma showed them where the armory was. The rifles and ammunition were quickly taken and distributed among them. They went through the maze of passages to get to the main doors, but there was hardly any resistance from The Leader's guards, most of whom were incapacitated by the Wildflower plague - not that Wildflower was the source for some of the men. The nanoprobes had been passed from man to captive woman, and then passed on during numerous rapes that had been forced on them. While checking the dungeons, they found several captives tied up but kneeling on the rough stone floor. One of the women looked familiar, and when they were released, she asked Wilma if her daughters had been found. When told that the girls were safe, the Queen sobbed in relief. Wilma took her to the two, and the family was reunited. All over the dungeon area, the guards were in agony as their manhoods were being slowly removed by the nano-induced plague. They felt every bite of the probes, pathways being created in their brains to accentuate the agony, the lucky ones having fainted with the pain. The escaping captives looked in amazement, as part of their torture, they'd been forced to rape their own women, but the plague didn't seem to be affecting them - it was part of the nanoprobes' programming. Being forced into sex by others ensured that the plague was rendered inoperative (however, should they rape anyone themselves at some stage, then the plague would be activated - this did help the tribes in later times).A few of the slaves taken to learn the higher tech's managed to take some of the books with them, and trade between the cities was established, improving communications and trust between the cities and also with the tribes, but that is not for these chronicles to follow. When the last of the captives were out of the dungeons, Wilma and Michael went back to the Leader's office intent on arresting him, but only finding an empty room. On the floor lay Darius, his skin was slowly being consumed by the nanoprobes. They had started on his testicles first, allowing him to feel every second of pain. When they had got to his legs, he was already dying. When they got to his lungs, he had died from shock and loss of blood - but these probes were designed to consume the whole body that they were DNA-molded to, this was an adaptation programmed by Wildflower just for Darius. "Ugh!" said Wilma, "That's nasty, but where in hell is our perp?" Michael pointed to a doorway, "Let's try down there." They followed the passageway until they arrived at a laboratory, in which was the missing transport. The Leader was visible in the doorway of the transport. He was injecting himself. "You interfering bitch! I don't know what you and that bastard Wildflower did, but this injection will clear me of any nanoprobes. I was told you'd try to kill me, so listen to me - I will hide in time, waiting for you, and you will come, I know that. When you do, then I. Will. Kill. You. Depend on that!" He closed the door - there was a rush of wind as the machine vanished. "Shit!" said Michael, "Didn't even get a tracker on the sucker, and with that souped-up model, he could get anywhere!" Wilma nodded, "You're right, he could be anywhere, any when. But it doesn't matter, because we'll find him." She took Michael's hand, and they walked back into the desert where their men waited with their transport home.

MF, Mff, non-con, rp, scifi

Chapter 1 - the Delegation

Authors/Wandering_lanes/Wilma Jenkins 01.txt

PedoJoe

A Visit from St Nick

'Twas the night before Christmas, when wouldn't you know, All the Barkers were naked, putting on a show. Mother and father, siblings David and Claire, Had plans for St. Nick, when he got there. The children were lying on the floor near the tree, Kissing and fondling, in a sexual glee. And mom on the sofa, and dad on his wife, Who was actually his sister, an incestuous life. When out on the lawn, there arose such a din That dad got everyone ready for when he got in. They went to the window to look at their guest, In the hopes that he would like their house best. They saw the sleigh, flying past the moon, Knowing St. Nick would see them soon. David was twelve and Claire was ten, They waited to welcome Nick to their sexual den. All heard when he landed upon their own roof, No mistaking the sound of reindeer hoof. Down the chimney St. Nick came with ease, To see the naked Barkers, giving him a sexual tease. "Hey Santa," Claire said as she went to his side, The bulge in his pants, she knew she had eyed. "You know you want me," Claire said to St. Nick, "And I definitely want to ride on your dick." He picked up this girl and kissed on her lips, Molested her chest and fondled her hips. "I will make love to each one of you, If that is what you want me to do." He took off his clothes, soon naked as all, He went cross the room, on the couch he did fall. "Claire will be first, next will be me," Mom said to Santa so naturally. Claire went to him and straddled his waist, Then pressed his cock in with plenty of haste. She was quite still, feeling slight pain, But she knew that it soon would wane. "Oh Santa," she said, her voice full of lust, "You feel so big, I think I may bust!" She bounced up and down, feeling each inch, He rubbed her flat nipples, giving each a pinch. David was watching his sister's sex ride, Climbed at her ass, pushed his cock inside. "Oh Santa, Oh David! I'm ready to cum! Fill me up, your sperm I want some!" She bounced even harder on Santa's hard cock, Her orgasm coursed through her, a sexual shock. "Take it Claire!" Santa pushed deep in her hole, Cum coursed in her from that North Pole. David was next as he came in her ass, This trio of orgasms had now come to pass. After a minute, David withdrew, Claire got up, leaking much goo. Mother was next as she slid down him fast, His cock was magic, it truly could last. "I saw you with Claire, my sexy young daughter, Now have sex with me, her mother who's hotter." She kissed him with lust, and felt a tight push, Her husband's cock was deep in her tush. Now buried in both of her holes, Two hot and hard sexual poles. In cock and ass, and definitely out, Minutes passed when she let out a shout. "I need this, I need this, and oh just maybe, In nine months, I will have St. Nicholas' baby." Like daughter, mom felt her orgasm rise, Shouting and screaming, reaching her prize. The jolly old man shot in her his sperm, From his cock, which stayed magically firm. Watching the two, Father came on the spot, Into her ass, his hot cum shot. The three got up, all feeling great, Nick not able to stay, lest he be late. He donned his clothes, pulled on each boot, He reached in his sack and left them their loot. "I'll never forget you, as long as I live, A new child for each of you I give." He went to the chimney, and gave us a smile, Leaving up the way, we pondered a while. Mother and daughter grinned, everything was just right, Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

Authors/pedoJoe/holidays/NightBeforeXmas.txt

Mark Cane

Performance Incentive

'Jason, Amanda would like to see you now.' Jason's stomach knotted up, and he swallowed dryly. He had expected the summons, but the shock still scared him. 'I'm sorry, Jason.' 'It's okay, Sue,' said Jason with feigned optimism, 'I'm sure it will be fine.' Jason knew it was not fine. Whatever Amanda wanted, it definitely would not be fine. Jason had got the job on the trading floor of the bank on the strength of an excellent MBA. Unfortunately, he was finding that the theoretical models that had worked in academia did not seem so effective in the real world. He knew that his results were far from satisfactory, and he also knew that Amanda did not condone poor trading results. Amanda was the bank's top player, and she led the strongest team, consistently achieving the highest bonuses. Only the best were good enough for Amanda's star team. Jason knew that Amanda was a total bitch. She was utterly ruthless in the pursuit of her goal. Jason was in fear of losing his job. Sue squeezed his hand as he left his desk to make his way to Amanda's office. 'Good luck, Jason.' Sue, Amanda's PA, was the only person on the team who had shown him any kindness. Everyone else was too busy chasing their own bonuses to take any interest in the new boy. Jason knocked quietly on Amanda's door and entered. Amanda did not look up from her monitor screen. After a few moments of silence, Jason gave a discreet cough to announce his presence. Still no response. After an age, Amanda broke the silence. 'Jason, your trading figures are shit. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fire you right now.' 'I know I've not done very well, Amanda, but I know I can improve.' Amanda thought for a moment. 'What kind of car do you drive?' she asked. 'Toyota coupe,' replied Jason. Amanda's lips curled as though she had just discovered she had stepped into something unpleasant. She drove a Maserati Gran Turismo, the £95,000 price tag of which had cost her a good part of a month's salary. 'Do you have any ambition, Jason?' 'Oh yes, Amanda. I want to get to the top, like you.' Amanda pondered for a moment and then tapped a few keys on her PC. 'Okay, Jason, I have transferred some stock to your account. It will just be enough to get you out of trouble. Not enough to earn a bonus, but enough to keep your job.' 'Gosh, thanks, Amanda, that's really kind of you.' 'Jason, I don't do kind. I'm a bitch. Anyone here will tell you that. They all know I'm a bitch.' 'I am sure everyone has the greatest respect for you, Amanda.' 'Don't bullshit me, Jason. They hate my guts, and more to the point, they are all scared of me. I like it like that. Keeps them on their toes. So, Jason, you owe me, and you can start paying me back tonight. Be at this address at 9 pm, and don't be late. Come by taxi. I don't want your crappy car parked outside my apartment, and you may not be fit to drive home.' Jason pocketed the card bearing Amanda's address and considered what her last remark might mean. Perhaps he might be a bit tipsy after enjoying some of Amanda's wine collection or maybe exhausted after a night of hectic sex. Maybe a combination of both. Sadly, Jason's conjectures were far wide of the mark. At the appointed hour, Jason approached the concierge at Amanda's exclusive apartment. After a brief telephone call to ensure that he was expected, the concierge directed Jason to the lift to the penthouse suite. Amanda admitted him into her sumptuous apartment, and Jason immediately took in the luxurious fittings and furniture and the view over the capital. Amanda herself looked stunning in a figure-hugging catsuit that showed off every curve of her gorgeous figure. Amanda looked at Jason coldly and, without any preamble, ordered him to remove all his clothing. Although surprised at her direct approach, Jason complied and began to remove his clothing as Amanda watched, aloof and apparently quite disinterested in him. When he got down to his Calvin Klein underpants, Jason paused and looked at Amanda, wondering if he should continue or wait for some signal from her. Amanda showed no sign that she was going to undress too. 'Those too, Jason, I want you naked.' Jason eyed Amanda's curves appreciatively as he peeled off his pants. As if reading his mind, Amanda said, 'You are not here to fuck me, Jason. I don't need it, and I don't want it. I am a bitch at work, and a bitch in my private life. I am going to cause you pain.' So saying, Amanda picked up a wicked-looking cane that Jason had not previously noticed. 'This is what floats my boat, Jason; I'm going to cane you. It is what I enjoy. Now, you have a simple choice. If you do not want to play, get dressed again and first thing in the morning, clear your desk and go. I will give you a reference that will get you a job as a counter clerk at a high street branch. Or you can oblige me, and maybe, just maybe, you might just make a career on the trading floor. Bear in mind while you think it over, I am serious about this. I will cane you as hard as I can. I never make any concessions for inexperience. Every stroke will be delivered as hard as I can. You may have heard the expression "six of the best," well, I have gone decimal. My minimum tariff is ten strokes. So that is what you will receive - ten very hard strokes of the cane on your bare arse. You could complain to the bank, but frankly, it would get you nowhere. You must know that banks have no morals, only profits. I bring them profits. End of story.' Jason swallowed hard. He looked at Amanda's face and knew she was serious. This was not what he expected. 'Turn around, Jason,' ordered Amanda. 'Jason, your bottom looks very sensitive to me. I can assure you it will be very tender and painful by the time I have delivered ten strokes, so consider your position carefully. This incentive session is a perfect metaphor for working at the bank. It can be very painful, but the rewards are great if you can make it.' 'Jason gulped. He could not bear to give up his chosen career. 'I'll do it, Amanda.' 'Very well, Jason, bend over and place your hands on the coffee table. Do not look round, and do not move from that position.' Jason assumed the position and waited. He was conscious that Amanda approached him and sensed her raise the cane. He shuddered as it hissed down, cutting through the air in a practice stroke. Then a second whoosh, and then Jason's world exploded in pain and colored lights. He felt tears start to build up in his eyes, and his buttocks trembled. The vicious pain was beyond belief. Through the mists of his agony, Jason heard the click of a cigarette lighter. He sensed that Amanda had paused for a cigarette. 'Jason, I know it is very painful. Are you sure you can take another nine? Some people think, wrongly, that it gets easier after the first few strokes. Believe me, it doesn't. I know. I've been where you are now. Once I had to decide whether to quit or break through the pain barrier. That is how I got to where I am now. So think hard. Do you go on or quit? There are no consolation prizes. You must accept all ten strokes to win your job back. Five will get you nowhere. If you reach nine, but cannot go to ten, then you would be better to quit now. Think carefully. You have until I finish this cigarette to decide.' After a short interval, Amanda queried, 'Well, Jason.' 'I'll go on, Amanda.' Amanda had already taken up post behind him, and without warning, the second stroke descended, and the shock seemed to electrify his nerve endings and exploded in a new agony. There was a pause of several seconds, then a third and a fourth stroke. Jason was openly sobbing now. All concerns about embarrassment and shame had evaporated. He was blinded by pain. Then there was a longer pause, punctuated by a rustling sound. Jason could not place the source of the sound at first. Then he was almost certain it was caused by Amanda discarding her catsuit. He began to turn his head. 'Don't dare turn round, Jason. If you move one inch, I shall start again from "one."' Jason shuddered and then remained motionless, obediently looking straight ahead through a mist of tears. Jason sensed that Amanda had sat down in a chair somewhere behind him. Then there was a new sound, a kind of liquid, squelchy noise. Jason had lived a somewhat sheltered life, but he knew that Amanda was masturbating as she looked at the stripes she had made on his buttocks. She was getting off on his pain and discomfort. Even in his pain, Jason wondered what his boss would look like, naked with her hand on her clit. He shuddered with the desire to have just one peep, but he dare not. Too much was at stake. Amanda drew close again to deliver the next five strokes. Jason sensed she was still naked, but dare not turn his head to test his theory. As he considered the notion, the cane cut the air and struck his buttocks once more. The pain seemed even more intense, and instinctively, his hands moved to feel the damage that was being done. 'Get your hands out of the way. If this cane hits them, it could break your knuckles.' Jason obeyed, blinking in his pain. The caning continued without mercy. Amanda kept her word, executing every stroke as hard as she was able. Finally, with a hiss, the tenth stroke fell. Jason fell to his knees, openly sobbing. 'Well done, Jason, I wasn't sure you would make it. You can get dressed now.'Before you go - a word of warning. This episode is not to be discussed. Everyone on the team will know, but no one will mention it. Be on the floor in good time tomorrow. Think of this as a performance incentive. Now you may go. Jason struggled into his clothes and turned to face Amanda. She was now dressed in a long, black silk gown, looking as ravishing as he had ever seen her. Even now, in his agony, he desired her, but knew she was out of his reach. The following morning, Jason walked slowly to the office water cooler, glad to be standing for a short while, easing the severe pain in his rear. 'How are you, Jason?' Sue, Amanda's PA, had approached him. 'Oh, I'm fine, Sue. Never better,' said Jason, trying to put on a brave face. 'It's okay, Jason. I know. I've been there too. I understand.' 'What, you too, Sue? But you're her PA.' 'PAs have targets too, Jason.'

Authors/Mark_Cane/Performance Incentive.txt

Henrik Larsen

Anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis and me

'Tomorrow. Tomorrow Sis will start the treatments,' Susan thought. A week had passed, and they had managed to forget about the treatment and the illness, but now it was too close for Susan to put it out of her mind. This was the last day. They had slept together in Susan's big bed, kissed and cuddled, but nothing more. Susan's period had started the first night, and in a way, it had been good. It had given her time to get comfortable with sharing her bed with another woman. Susan felt ready now. More than ready; for the first time in her life, at least the first time after she had found out what sex was about, she wanted to have sex. There was still a trace of anxiety, but Susan told herself it was because she was about to do something she had always thought of as forbidden. Susan brought the tray into the bedroom, filling the room with the smell of fresh bread and tea. Drowsy, Sis sat up in the bed. "You're going to be late for work." "I'm not going to work today. It's the last day, and we are going to spend it together." "You're so sweet." It was cozy to sit close together in bed and eat breakfast. Susan thought it could become a ritual when something special was going to happen. She had planned for something special. After they had finished eating, she ushered Sis to the shower and cleaned up after them. It was impossible to eat breakfast in bed without spilling breadcrumbs, and Susan hated breadcrumbs in the bed. By the time she had finished, Sis returned from the bath, damp and fresh. "What's the hurry? You look like we're late for something." She was right: Susan had flushed, red cheeks and appeared restless. "No, we're not late for anything. I just... I don't want you to go to the hospital, you know, with us never being together. You've been so patient with me. I want to spend the day in bed with you." "It sounds lovely, but I really need to know that you want to do this, not just for my sake, but for your own." "It is!" Susan thought about it for a moment. Sis looked a bit skeptical. In a way, Susan could understand why, and she desperately wanted to convince her that she wanted to do this, but how? "Sis, what can I do to prove I really want to be with you? I want to feel you all over and inside me. Lying close together in bed the last couple of days has made me long to touch you. I want to have sex with you. I've never really wanted to have sex with anyone before." Susan felt her eyes flood and tried desperately to blink the tears away, but Sis saw it. She put her arm around Susan and pulled her close. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that, you have been through enough, and I don't want to be another one to just take when you can't receive." "I know. It's all happening so fast, but I know what I feel. I've never been in love before; I've never wanted to have sex with anybody. I've never felt like I feel for you. Please..." Sis sealed her mouth with a kiss. It lingered on for minutes; a long, soothing kiss, making the tears disappear. Susan's cheeks were still blushing when they broke the kiss, but there was no sorrow in her eyes, only anticipation and tenderness. Sis almost shed a tear. Hand in hand, they went into the bedroom. They had seen each other naked every day since Sis moved in, but Susan suddenly felt timid about taking off her clothes. She thought about it and it almost made her laugh. It was so ridiculous. She grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. The zipper in her jeans acted up, and Sis stepped in and helped. Giggling, they fought the zipper for more than a minute, pulling and pushing Susan's jeans and the zipper. The fabric was pulled tightly into Susan's crotch, and maybe Sis' hands put a little more pressure here and there than strictly necessary. Susan stopped giggling, her breathing quickening and cheeks blushing. Finally, the zipper opened. Sis knelt in front of Susan and pulled the jeans and panties down. When Sis stood again, the towel had come loose and fell to the floor as she reached around to take Susan's bra off. They stood naked as close as they could without touching each other, feeling the warmth of the other's body. It was tantalizing. "Are you scared?" "No. Maybe a little anxious." "Promise me to tell me if I do something you don't like." "I will." Sis took Susan's hand and led her to the bed. They kissed, like they had done many times now. Susan felt comfortable with kissing, she felt comfortable caressing Sis' breast, and she felt ready for more; anxious but ready. Tentatively, her lips found Sis' nipple. The surge in Susan's stomach was definitely excitement, completely different from the way she felt with a man. It dissolved into a warm feeling, spreading throughout her body, especially to her crotch. Susan felt Sis caress her back, moving lower to the small of her back and to her cheeks. Another warm surge dissolved and spread. Susan stopped thinking about what it was she was doing, and her hands began caressing parts of Sis' body previously unexplored. Sis let Susan lead the way, trying to guide her with subtle means like spreading her legs to make Susan do the same. By now, Susan acted on instinct. Her hand was drawn to Sis' pussy, and she was hardly aware until she felt the moist, puffy folds. It almost made Susan laugh, because it felt so safe to touch Sis. It was as if she was touching herself. The excitement distracted Susan, and she hardly had time to focus on her own feelings, even when Sis' fingers began gently caressing her pussy. It did feel good, and Susan wanted it, but it was mind-blowing to give pleasure, instead of just being the target of a man's satisfaction. Excitement had replaced anxiety. Susan was more aroused than she had ever been before and completely absorbed in what her fingers, lips, and tongue were doing. Sis was getting close, and Susan was just about to fake an orgasm like she had done so many times before, but she stopped herself, realizing that there was no reason to fake anything; experiencing Sis having an orgasm was almost as good as having one herself, and she was sure they were going to continue for a long time. When Sis came, she was unable to concentrate on Susan, but it only made witnessing Sis's orgasm better, because Susan could focus on that and only that. The small whimpers made it sound as if Sis was rendered helpless in a strong torrent, fighting to stay on the surface but losing the battle in the end. The whimpers turned into cries, and her hands clutched Susan's hand between her legs in the last seconds before she exploded. Shivering rigidly, she pressed Susan's hand against her clit. Susan held Sis until the shivers stopped and her breathing returned to almost normal. Sis looked so healthy, smiling up at Susan with blushing cheeks and shining eyes. It nearly made Susan cry; Sis had to get well. Maybe Sis could see it in her eyes. Gently, she pushed Susan onto her back and began kissing her face, neck, then her breasts and nipples. Susan reached out to caress Sis, but her hand was pushed away. "Your turn. Don't be scared." Susan was too excited to be scared, even when Sis moved down over her tummy, kissing and licking her way down to the top of Susan's bush. She spread her legs in excited anticipation of what was to come. Sis teased her, kissing and licking all of her pussy, not just going for her clit, as the few men who had tried to please her that way had done. Susan felt a very strong surge was building in her stomach. She was pushed into the torrent, gasping and whimpering helplessly as Sis plunged her in deeper. When Sis sucked Susan's clit into her mouth, she swept the bed away under her. In a strange kind of suspended state, Susan felt herself falling into a wonderful abyss. Warm waves washed over her, and she fought to stay conscious, enjoying the intensity. She heard herself cry out and felt how Sis was holding onto her with both arms wrapped around her waist. She wanted to drown, but despite the tireless effort Sis put into it, Susan finally surfaced, gasping for air. "I should have admitted to myself that I'm... a lesbian a long time ago. But then we might never have met.Susan had regained her composure and was cuddling with Sis. It was so nice to cuddle after the marvelous experience. "I'm sure we were destined for each other." "It was so wonderful. I mean, I've been licked before, but men usually do it to get you ready for them. They probe with a finger to check if you're wet enough. Martin did his best, but I guess I was never able to let go and enjoy it." "Martin is my brother, and I love him very much, but don't let it fool you. He can be as selfish as the next man, sometimes. He's no saint." "But he was really good. The first time we were in bed together, it was after a party and I was a little drunk, he really did make me come and it felt so good. I thought it would be different with him. I liked the feeling of him inside me. I was just too tense, and I couldn't very well get drunk every night, could I?" "When you're ready for it, there are ways to do everything a man can do, plus all the nice things women can do, too." Susan put her hand on Sis' breast and kneaded it gently. "I'm ready for anything as long as it is with you. You know what the strangest and most wonderful thing is? I'm ready for it now." "Ummm. Have I unleashed a little sex-monster?" Susan giggled and blushed timidly. Sis tweaked her nipple, making Susan gasp. "You don't have to be ashamed of it. According to Martin, lesbians are allowed to enjoy sex." "What does he mean? Are straight women not allowed to enjoy it?" "Of course. It was just something he said one day, about how rare it was to meet a woman who enjoyed sex, or was willing to admit she did." "I guess I confirm his statistics." "He'll be green with envy because I can make you squeal in ecstasy." "You really do tell each other everything!" "Yes. Speaking of ecstasy: Do you want to squeal a little more?" Sis circled Susan's left nipple with the tip of her index finger. "No. A lot. And I want to make you squeal, too." Susan began circling Sis' nipple, moving close until their lips met in a kiss. They made each other squeal several times before they left the bed to eat and go shopping for essentials for the dinner Susan had planned. They returned to bed, and Susan learned a lot that day. Her favorite was when they lay side by side licking each other's pussies, especially when Sis tickled her nether hole. It was incredible how good it felt, compared to the pain it had brought her in her early experiences. All anxiety was gone; Susan was ready to let Sis take her anywhere and do anything.

Part 5

Authors/henlar/anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis and me5.txt

srb

Nightmares

'FUCKING alarm,' David thought to himself, as his bloodshot eyes opened a slit. He had always hated alarms before being in space. Now that there was a lack of a set day or night schedule for him to become naturally attuned to, he was reliant on the clock to let him know what time it was. Even in a general sense, as he couldn't open his eyes and see it was still night, or it was morning. He couldn't tell that the sun was waning, or even the cold grip of night. His hand reached out, smacking the alarm clock, his vision far too blurry to see the numbers in the dark. 'TURN THE FUCK OFF!' his mind ordered, pleading for the constant annoying bleat to cease. He pulled the strap off before turning the lights on, very dimly. In doing so, the movement itself caused him a constant thrumming headache. He looked at the clock, puzzled. 'This is...I shouldn't be up for another three something hours?' It had been a long time since he had slept without the nightmares. As his mind began to arise, he realized he had woken up into a nightmare. "FUCK!" he shouted, as through the haze he finally recognized the alarm. He didn't even stop for a stim pack, his usual breakfast, before strapping his magnetic boots on. He rushed out the door, running as fast as his boots would allow. He knew this was a matter of life and death. It was whose death he was most worried about. The dreadful noise was the alarm on the ship, what David called the "Smoke 'em if you got 'em" alarm. This wasn't the "Wet your pants we're being shot at" alarm. This alarm meant that a number of serious safeguards that would normally protect the ship had somehow failed. This would lead to some kind of catastrophic problem onboard, such as a reactor breach, a containment failure, or a core meltdown, which was essentially the sound of death in a ship such as this. The nuclear-powered core of a large transport such as this was a very finely tuned instrument. If there was a danger of the core going, then they were doomed to a horrible death alone in the deep recesses of space, with no one to even come and bother identifying their bodies. Even if the ship didn't explode, it wouldn't matter, flying adrift in space the ship would run out of electricity necessary to recycle the air, to power the computer systems, to heat the ship, to sustain the food, and most importantly to stop the ship. At this rate of speed, the ship was going to collide with Mars, and the nuclear waste accelerating the death of millions. Nadia groaned as she heard the alarm sound. At first, she feared this was a nightmare, as she woke up next to Terra's naked body. She had remembered all too closely the night when everything seemed to change, when her life and more importantly Terra's seemed to become irreversibly different. An alarm going off, lying naked next to Terra, her mind recoiled at the memory. Terra held her head, her eyes opening up as she looked at Nadia. "What's, what's going on?" she asked. In her exhausted state, it took her a moment to notice the fear in Nadia's face, the same kind of fear she had seen once before. It instantly sent a chill down her spine. "I, I'm not sure," Nadia said, her mind struggling to remember something. Ages ago when she and her husband had gone to Mars, she had gone through the orientation classes. There was an emergency alarm, a sound that if she had heard, she was supposed to go to the nearest escape pod and wait for instructions. She tapped her head, trying to will a memory to resurface that would not come. "Get your clothes on," Nadia said, unstrapping the two of them. She couldn't recall the alarm, she didn't even know if this was the same one. It could be the "Dinner's ready" alarm for all she knew. "Okay," Terra gulped, fearing the sound of the alarm, fearing the unknown, but most of all fearing the terror in Nadia's voice and face. Giselle was running as fast as she could, wishing in the back of her head that she were somewhere else. On Earth, on Mars, even on one of the now abandoned lunar stations. She could be enjoying a beach, or climbing a mountain, traveling through a busy city street, just anywhere else besides here. 'That incompetent drunk probably passed out on one of the buttons and now we're all doomed to die here!' she thought to herself, as she struggled to keep herself moving forward. Trying to move so quickly was like trying to run in water, it seldom works and it exhausts the body. She burst into the helm, seeing Sergio pressing buttons and going over the different computer stations. "What's happening?" Giselle asked. "It's the core," Sergio said, working as fast as he could. Although he had consumed a large amount of alcohol, the act of working all of the operations and the prospect of being killed were very sobering. "The temperature is way past the danger zone, there's going to be a meltdown!" he didn't have to tell her what that meant. The core was in the middle of a meltdown. It would essentially doom them all. The nuclear fuel, stored inside the nuclear vessel, was overheating, already past the point of safety. Once the nuclear vessel overheated, it would melt the surrounding carriage. "How did you do it? It was fine hours ago!" Giselle screamed at him. She had checked the helm before going into the meeting, making sure that everything was going to be fine. She trusted David to keep an eye on things, but doubted very much his ability to take charge of a situation like this. "I didn't do anything!" Sergio screamed, frustrated beyond all measure. This kind of situation hurt him down to his soul, any wound on his ship felt to him like a wound unto himself. "Who's down there?" Giselle demanded. "Flynn is on duty, but I can't get a hold of him. There's too much radiation, it's all static. We're going to have to get in suits before we can get down there!" Sergio shouted. He bolted up and ran to the door as quick as he could. "Someone's gotta be here!" Giselle shouted at him. "There's nothing we can do right now!" Sergio said. "We gotta get down there and fix this problem before we go sky high!" Giselle weighed the options, and decided a moment later that she would rather be there doing something than sitting around waiting and wondering. Yoshi tossed and turned in midair, wishing that the annoying bleating alarm would silence itself. When he awoke, he naturally sought pillows to cram around either ear, as though there was roadwork happening outside of his house. He sighed to himself, wondering what was going on. 'Did that drunken oaf of a captain knock a beer on the computers, or did one of those little twerps head butt the fucking control?' he thought, weighing his options. He didn't want to get up, and didn't want to bother getting back into work. His eyes were strained from all the work he had done, and his mind was so bored his dreams were filled with pads and numbers in columns. He turned over, hoping that somehow the alarm would cease, so he could get some peace and quiet. He resigned himself to the fact he would either live to find out what happened or die in his sleep. "David?" Sergio asked, as the elevator doors opened, "What the hell are you doing?" "What the fuck do you think, get in!" David shouted at him and Giselle. "I heard the alarm, what the fuck is wrong?" he screamed, making room for them. He noticed instantly that they were wearing radiation suits, something he unfortunately lacked. His exhaustion had clouded his memory. He was simply running on instinct. "The reactor is overheating," Sergio said. "It's way past the danger zone, and the temperature is still rising. We'll have a core meltdown if we don't stop it." "How did you know to go to the engine room?" Giselle asked, suspicious at David. "What else is going to go wrong?" David asked, lying through his teeth. He remembered Flynn's words, 'Yeah, well I gotta be off, I'm stuck on engine duty, I think I can coax a little more outta these babies, I just need a while. It'll give me something to do, either way.' "That is true," Giselle said, making a note of it. 'If he were thinking so ahead of things, he would have been wearing the radiation suits, there are suits on every floor.' She thought. The three of them were collectively trying to will the elevator to speed up. David looked on at Sergio, realizing that he wasn't wearing any kind of protective suit. If the ship was giving out radioactive emissions, then he was likely being bombarded with radiation. 'But that's nothing compared to what Flynn is dealing with, oh god, please let him have gotten out' he thought to himself, silently praying, 'please god just let him be safe.' "Get the girls, tell them to get down to the 'Spirit of the Skies', try to get her as far as they can, give them a chance at least," Sergio said, interrupting as the elevator stopped short."I promised to take care of them." "No fucking way!" David said, before being kicked out forcibly by Sergio. "You don't have a suit, m'boy!" Sergio shouted, as the door closed. The momentum of the kick sent him flying hard enough to prevent him from returning to the elevator in time. He looked at the elevator. Sergio, or most likely Giselle, had locked out the elevator, and it would only go down now. The other elevator was on the other side of the ship, and it was going to take forever for it to get there. 'If I'm just gonna wait here, I might as well help someone,' he rationalized to himself as he resigned to getting the girls. 'These girls have been nothing but trouble,' he thought to himself as he made his way down the corridor. He started feeling sick, his stomach was turning, and he was getting lightheaded. 'God, I need some stimulants,' he thought to himself as he raced down. While the symptoms were similar to withdrawal from the stimulants, that wasn't what was making him sick. He found the door and began banging on it loudly. It took less than a minute for an irritated Nadia to open it. "What the fuck is going on?" she asked, trying to put on a brave face. His loud banging on her door had annoyed her, but she was obviously scared. "There's a problem with the reactor, it's overheating to a dangerous level, we're being bombarded by near-lethal levels of radiation, we have to go, now!" he shouted, taking Nadia by the arm to force the point. "I can go by myself, but where the hell are we going?" Nadia asked, pulling her arm free as she felt Terra rush up behind her. "You two are going to go to the docking bay, from there take Sergio's ship, the one you came in with, the 'Spirit of the Skies,' and get ready to leave. If it goes critical, you bolt, get the fuck out of here, and try to make it back to Earth. If you're lucky, there'll be enough fuel to get you there fast enough that you can approach Earth and make it there before you run out of food or oxygen. It's a long shot, but it'll be better than what we'll have," David said, his full body language trying to will them out of the door. "Come on," Nadia said to Terra, as she stepped outside. "We can get Yoshi and be gone in minutes!" "But what are you going to do?" Terra asked, following behind the two of them. "I'm going back to try to fix the engine," David said, leading the three of them down the corridor. He began picking up speed as quickly as he could. "But why? Why not come down with us and escape?" Terra asked. She didn't feel a real closeness like she would have with Nadia or even Yoshi, but nevertheless, she didn't want anyone to die. "I've got to make it to Mars, I've got some unfinished business there. Besides, I can't leave my friend behind," David said desperately, seeing the elevator in sight. He wanted to sound brave, or stoic, or like some hero, but he felt like a scared kid. "Let's go, Terra," Nadia said, looking back at Terra. "Come on, we have to escape!" Ever since her mother had been kidnapped, Terra didn't know how to respond. She constantly felt weak, worthless, and powerless to do anything to change or improve her current situation. But she was sick of running away, she was sick of fleeing. She had hidden in the dark as her friends were gunned down. She had fled in the darkness while her mother was transported to a Martian ship. She headed for the hills and hid at her family's house when the news about the futanaris was released. She thought about her mother and Tom, captured and held prisoner on some ship, if they were lucky. She thought about the pain and suffering Nadia and Yoshi had undergone that night, gunned down at the facility. She could only have imagined what Nadia's daughter was dealing with. Nadia had told her that her interrogations would not be pleasant. Now, Sergio, Giselle, and all the rest of the crew were in danger. She didn't want to let someone else get hurt, she didn't want to run away or hide in the darkness or just escape. She wanted to do something. "Look, you guys have to get out of here now!" David said, "It's not up for debate!" "I, I want to help," Terra said meekly. She looked up at David, unsure of her own resolve, and tried to steady her voice, "I want to help." "We don't have time for this!" he said, running up to the elevator. "You two, take the elevator down, it should be here in a second, just go down and get ready, if you have to, get the hell out of here." "I'm going to help," Terra said, her voice becoming more stable, even though it did not help dispel her diffidence. As the door opened, she put her arm in, forcing the point. "Terra, come on, let's just go," Nadia pleaded, afraid of dying. She doubted that the nanobots could sustain them indefinitely, especially in the vacuum of space if the ship were to go. She even doubted how much of this radiation they could deal with. Terra's response was to run into the elevator. She pushed the button for the floor with the engine room calmly, as one might hit the lobby button of a hotel. She looked at David, who jumped in. Nadia watched, confused, feeling divided. She didn't want to turn her back on her possible chance of escape, of freedom. But she couldn't turn her back on Terra either. She jumped into the elevator, as best she could, a moment before the elevator closed. There was an awkward silence in the elevator as it slowly moved towards the engine room. Terra was doing everything she could to make a strong face, a tough look. Her heart was racing, but she wanted to do something for once in her life. David couldn't hide his concern, his chest was tight, his mind was straining, he felt lightheaded, and he was worried more than he had been for seven weeks, ever since he had gotten that news... Nadia was afraid, that fear never leaving her. She didn't know what was happening, she didn't know if the nanobots would protect her and Terra, she didn't know if the ship was going to blow up, she didn't even know how the reactor worked. She didn't know, and she dreaded the unknown. Mercifully, the elevator doors finally opened, and the three of them moved out. "Should we get Yoshi?" Terra asked, as she tried to keep up with David. "We don't have time to go back!" David said, panicking. "I don't think he would be able to help," Nadia said, huffing behind the two of them, terrified into cold sweats, "Knowing how a reactor works doesn't mean knowing how to fix it!" she shouted, not saying what was on her mind, 'Not knowing how a reactor works probably means that you don't know how to fix it either.' "I mean if he wants to go," Terra said timidly. Although she had made the decision to try to help, and Nadia had gone along, she didn't want to deny Yoshi his chance to escape. Terra never got a chance to follow it up. "What the hell are you doing?" Sergio shouted at David, as he watched the trio running towards them. "You were supposed to get them to the dock!" "They wanted to come, what's the situation?" David asked, his hand already reaching for the door. "It's no use, boy, the door is fused shut," Sergio said, shaking his head. "What about, what about...?" David said, unable to even say his name. He ignored Sergio's comment, grabbing the handle and using the full force of his body in an attempt to force it open. "He's, he's trying to fix it, David," Giselle said, her voice full of sympathy and concern. "Get a blowtorch!" David said, his tears starting to flow from the corners of his eyes. "If, if he does, it," Giselle said, her mouth was dry, and no matter what she did she could not wet her lips as she tried to talk, "Even if he does it," "He's dead already," Sergio said, his voice choking. "NO!" David said, redoubling his efforts. He pulled until his arms ached; he tried beyond all measure to will the door open. His eyes full of tears, his head woozy, his chest aching with pain, he continued to struggle. "...Sergio?" said a voice through the intercom, fuzzy, barely audible through the static. "Flynn!" David shouted, his hopes rose for a moment. "Hey, Dave," came a raspy voice, weary and struggling to breathe, let alone speak. "Sorry...can't take...you out...my, my fault...pushed the...engines too hard..." "Flynn, save your strength, you're gonna be okay, we'll take care of you, you just, you just," David said, hoping beyond hope, trying desperately to convince himself, as well as Flynn. "It's okay, Dave..." Flynn's labored voice let out, in between bouts of coughing and wheezing. "...I'm going to...tie the coolant...directly into the...reactor room." "It might work," Sergio said. He hated himself right now for being overly practical, but while Flynn's situation was breaking his heart, it would do them all no good if they died as well. 'There will be time to grieve when this is over,' he thought, before saying "Flynn, if you can redirect the flow, if it cools the nuclear vessel, it could maintain its integrity, and you might save the ship, but, but," he said, choking up. "...won't be pretty?" he asked rhetorically. "...we need to...depressurize...remove all...air...from entire section...don't have suit...you gotta..." "Stay with us, Flynn!" Giselle shouted, knowing that the dying man in there was their only chance of surviving. "...flood the room...turn flow back on...full two minutes..." Flynn said, gasping for air desperately. "We'll have to do it from the bridge, we can do it though," Sergio said. "You three, come with me, Giselle, stay here and, and..." Sergio said, confronted with his most difficult decision as a captain. He wasn't accustomed to dealing with death. "I understand," Giselle said, knowing what he meant. 'Or maybe, Stay here and keep him company while he expires'. "I'm staying," David said, his head spinning. "No, my boy, it's no good," Sergio said, picking David up.On Earth or Mars, it would have been a Herculean feat for him, but in space, it was no more difficult than picking up a large blanket. David struggled against him, but even in his agitated state, he wasn't able to stop Sergio. David did cause him great pain, both physical and emotional, but Sergio had pinned his arms against his body, and he couldn't achieve much. Nadia followed after Sergio and the kicking and screaming David quickly, as she felt that their possible salvation was at hand. Terra looked back at Giselle, whose face was full of distress as she stared blankly into the intercom. Terra wanted to do something, anything, but there wasn't a thing for her to do. So she followed Sergio, running away yet again. She felt even worse than before, as she had come to help and found out she could do nothing but watch. Flynn's head was swimming, and every moment was a struggle to keep awake. The air was being drained from the room, making it all the more important. The intercom was going off, and Giselle was saying something, but he couldn't understand it anymore with the air being removed. He had turned the audio off on his end and was just content to have something on. He could feel the air being sucked out of his lungs. His eyes were burning, and he knew the air was being sucked out from there as well. He didn't have much strength left, but he had completed his final task. The coolant would fill the room, and if he was lucky, it would cool the nuclear vessel, in which the nuclear fuel was housed. It had already started to melt, but if the coolant could stop it, he knew that it would end the meltdown. The ship would be a powerless hulk carried by its own momentum in space, but the meltdown would be contained, and it wouldn't take out the delicate and highly combustible machinery of the engines. "It's done," Sergio said, closing his eyes to shield the tears. "Oh God," David said, his voice choking, his eyes streaming tears. "Thine ear to our prayers. In which we humbly beseech thy mercy, that thou wouldst place the soul of thy servant Flynn," Terra said, recalling the prayer from her bible. She had gotten that far before David began breaking out in uncontrollable sobs. "Which thou hast caused to depart from this world, into the region of peace and light and unite in the fellowship of thy saints. Through Christ our Lord," she finished the prayer, reciting it by memory, although not sure exactly what good it meant. She hoped it would make David feel better, but she felt like she was just going through the motions. "Amen," Sergio said, taking out his flask and taking a drink in memory. He wasn't a religious man, but he said what one says after a prayer. The stinging taste of the vodka in his mouth did nothing to dull the sting in his soul.

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Authors/srb/www/terra0017.txt

August Moone

Descent into Horror

'Oooooh, yes,' then, 'Yes, yes, yes.' 'You're such a perv.' Inside, she knew he was smiling. Slowly, Allison slid down the newest Subject's underwear, revealing a nice young virgin bald poon. 'Nice, very nice.' Allison said nothing and was reserved. The newest Subject child was pretty, all of about eight, with honey brown hair and hair clips on the sides. She wore a party dress and was either on her way to a party or back from one. But due to the time of the day, around four o'clock, she was on her way. She had a backpack bookbag, and inside was a wrapped present. With her panties off, her legs were opened, and for as many as two minutes or so, Dom/Allison ogled the delightful poon revealed. 'Take a taste.' Allison made a quick, casual look around for security's sake and then complied. They were inside an ivy wall that completely covered a brick wall along an alley, two blocks up from where the shenanigans with Brian Smathers had taken place. Dom moaned as when Allison began licking out Megan's pussy, he himself could taste. Allison licked and licked, lapped all about the girl's young pussy and, on instruction from her Invader, engulfed the whole of Megan's cunt, drove her tongue into the virginal entrance and breathed hard into it. 'Put your pussy against hers.' Allison paused a moment as she contemplated such an act; then, on her own (maybe), she pushed down her own pants and panties, then inched her way to settle on Meg's nakedness. 'Not gonna work that way, mon amie; you're going to have to take 'em off and scissor fuck.' Allison wasn't sure what "scissor fuck" meant, and she was less inclined to take her pants and panties off—that would leave her very vulnerable; having to pull up her clothes in case of an emergency would be difficult, and the risk great. Strangely, nothing from the Invader. Allison saw that the alleyway was clear; of course, that could change at any moment without notice. Biting her lip, closing her eyes, she slipped off her pants and then her panties. Raising one of Megan's legs, she positioned herself so that her shaven cunt was against the child's naturally hairless cunt and humped. To Dom the Invader, it felt just like his cock was in the girl's pussy, fucking. 'Oh, fucking God, that's good!' he commented. Then, 'Harder, faster!' Allison felt all kinds of weird, but also felt some unique strangeness between her legs—a unique sexual stimulation. On and on it went, the sensation in both Host and Invader virtually overwhelming until that crucial moment came, whereas both felt an incredible gush of release. Allison began humping furiously, as if she were being fucked by a dick and or had a DICK herself and was fucking. She held Megan's leg up against herself while her free hand slapped/spanked herself. "OH GOD! OOOOOH-GOD!" Allison cried out aloud. She was out of control; her eyes fluttered, toes curled, and she began to cum. A tingling erupted from her sex, shooting out in all directions, enveloping her wholly and soulfully. When once more settled and satiated, Allison pulled off the little girl's dress and fingered her pussy. There was kissing, full on the mouth with tongue dancing inside, along with kissing and suckling on the child's budding breasts. Then, 'Turn her over.' Allison complied. 'Spank her.' Allison complied. Dom sighed and orgasmed again. Allison made sexual pleasing sounds of satisfaction as she laid her hand across Megan's bare little ass. On her own, Allison spanked harder and harder until Megan began to fuss and her bright lily white ass turned beat red. 'Finger her hole.' Allison pushed her finger into her pussy, lubricating it, then slipped it into Megan's pooper. This went on for a minute or so before Dom had Allison pounded her pussy against Megan's searing ass—it was just as if though he were there, shoving his cock into the child's hole. One of her closest friends was Maryanne Vorhees. She was somewhat demure, quiet, open-minded, semi-adventurous, and a Plain Jane. But she had a sweet face and was pleasing to the eye. Allison had some reservations as she turned up the walk to the Vorhees home, Dom seemed quiet, and Allison thought (and hoped) that it was one of those times that he was "asleep." He took unannounced naps now and then, especially after a sexual romp. She knocked on the door and only had to wait a moment or two before the great white oaken door swung open and there was her friend. The girls grabbed hands and hugged, pressing their cheeks together before brushing their lips together, too. Hmmmmm Maryanne practically dragged Allison inside, shutting the door quickly behind her friend. The two embraced and began an amorous bout of serious kissing. Allison felt nothing from her Invader. There was no one home, Maryanne's parents both worked, and the only other sibling was out of town. This allowed Maryanne severe freedom(s) and liberties. After the long amorous kiss with best friend Allison, Maryanne began stripping off her clothes. "Where have you been all day? I barely saw you." Allison pulled off her top, unhooked her bra, and began undoing her jeans, pushing them down (again). "I had to meet with Mr. Hurly for my extra credit crap." Maryanne pushed down her panties and was nude. Fingering her pussy, she watched with some lust as Allison became nude herself. They embraced again and began a serious lip lock with arms about one another, hands roaming bare backsides, heating up their passion. Maryanne Voorhees also had a passion for boys, young boys specifically, as well as two boys her age and one boy a year older. She also had had sexual relations with her older brother's best friend (high school age.) Whether or not she had sexual relations with her brother was never made clear—not to Allison, anyway. After much kissing and heated passion steaming, the two girls flopped onto the super comfy living room sofa where they pounded their inflamed pussies together; Maryanne on top, groped Allison's breasts, squeezing them and tweaking the nipples as she grinded as hard as she could her sex against her best friend. Eventually, Maryanne turned about, sliding her wet cunt against Allison's face, then settling her own face down to Allison's quivering quim. Their tongues danced within the sexually hungry crevices; Allison gripped her friend's ass and began pounding her pussy into Maryanne's face. Allison got into it—her mind saw herself licking out the cunt of Megan, then slurping on the schlong of Brian—all intensely enthused her, and she munched on her friend's cunt until the girl began to cum. Both girls came—Allison's face coated in her friend's cooze cream; Maryanne trembling from head to toe, clenching tightly her legs and sex to Ally's face. Allison clung to Maryanne's ass tightly, squeezing the flesh and then, at the last, began to spank. Maryanne felt the sting of the spank but was enthused by the deed rather than alarmed. With each swat to her ass, she munched hard Allison's cunt. Allison pumped tenaciously into Maryanne's face until she herself let loose a mighty gush of orgasmic female type juices. "Oh cripes!" called out Maryanne. "What?" Allison's cum-off had soiled the high-end (expensive) cushion beneath her. Quickly did the girls' love fest break while they scurried about hurriedly fetching various elements that were cleaning products. Great trepidation there was as the girls waited to see if their efforts would save them or ground them. After some long enduring minutes of breath-holding wait--they were saved. They flipped the cushion just to be on the safe side, put the cleaning products back, grabbed some wine coolers from the fridge, collected their clothes from the living room floor, and scurried quickly up stairs to Maryanne's bedroom. Let the sex romp continue! There seemed to be nothing from her Invader, Allison gleefully romped with Maryanne without so much as an "ah" from her invisible horndog. Allison pounded her poon against Maryanne's, munched twat, spanked, and showered with her all without any interruption or comments from Dominick Demetrius. On Maryanne's bed, the girls lay in embrace, kissing and pounding their pussies to the other's. With nipples hard, the girls nipped the other's, too; squeezing and caressing, enticing the other to become hornier than they already were. It was good. Their pussies tingled and became soaked with love. Soon their "love" became inflamed, causing Allison to position herself on her hands and knees. She had done so before. Maryanne took her bare hand and lightly began to spank, just tantalizing her friend's ass. Then she began to increase the power of the spank, making Allison squirm some. When Ally's ass was burning, Maryanne ceased her spanking; she parted the cheeks and eyed the hole. Allison clenched and resisted caressing her ass—she enjoyed being spanked (it tingled her ass so that it fired up her cunt and made her sexual appetite sensational!) Maryanne caressed Allison's cheeks, parting them, and then applying her tongue to the inflamed skin before lapping at her friend's funk hole. Allison clenched, wriggled, and made inaudible comments. When she wriggled too much, Maryanne's spanked her. From spank-licking-spanking, Maryanne segued to munching Allison's juicy twat. Allison parted her cheeks wide, rolled her ass upwards more, and got the licking of a lifetime. Maryanne was good, talented. Ally fingered herself and only casually wondered what had happened to her Invader. She didn't spend too much time dwelling on him, Maryanne's talented tongue tantalized her to a trembling orgasmic state of being, and she rolled over onto her backside, pulling her legs back and experienced a fantastic oral job on her poon. "You need a shave," Maryanne commented. Allison was cool with that.They merged to Maryanne's private bathroom, and with Allison on the floor, her left leg hooked the rim of the bathtub and her right leg on the toilet, Maryanne applied shaving cream and shaved Ally's coochie. In turn, Allison shaved Maryanne's. Then they romped on the floor, 69ing, spanking, and peeing before dashing into the shower. Allison didn't mind the pee drizzle from Maryanne, as in confession—to Maryanne, she had gotten peed on by a boy or two she had babysat for. Maryanne smiled, as she too had indulged in various liberties with various boys. The girls rubbed their bodies together—their sexual fire still well ignited and far from being satisfied. Something that did satisfy the girls was something in Maryanne's refrigerator. With their fire unquenched and the pair feeling the beginnings of strain, they made their way (nakedly) to the kitchen, where from the fridge's crisper they fetched various "veggies" that were sure to be cunt pleasing. Standing naked right in the kitchen, the two experimented with various "tools"; a particular slim zucchini was good for Allison, she rubbed the tip of the veggie against her inflamed cunt, gently guiding it into her sex with an ever-increasing desire to get laid—laid proper by a hunky boy. Maryanne had selected a cucumber. It wasn't too big, and she scooted herself onto the large diameter kitchen table, opening her legs and guided the makeshift cock into her cunt. Allison was all the more enthused but still far from being tamed. Soon the girls were "helping" one another fuck, with Allison taking command of the zucchini and gently easing it into Maryanne's bald beaver. Maryanne liked—a lot! Opening her legs wide, she oohed and aahed, contorted oddly, and gripped the sides of the round table, angling herself to take more of her friend's offering. They were just getting into it when, KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK The girls froze, gulped, and went wide-eyed with instant fright. Slowly they traipsed through the living room, peering through the security eyepiece, finding Logan Hayston standing on the other side. "Oh shit!" blurted Maryanne. Maryanne started to open the door when, 'AHEM!' 'What?' 'You might reconsider opening the door right off.' 'Why?' 'Well, take a hard look at yourself and your friend.' Allison did so and then in a panicked fright, grabbed Maryanne's hand from opening the door. "WE'RE NAKED!" "Um, we'll be right with you!" Maryanne shouted. She was so embarrassed. The girls scurried strangely not upstairs where their clothes were but to the laundry room where robes were in the dryer. Putting them on, the girls collected themselves. Allison felt strange as she walked near-nakedly to the front door with Maryanne—she knew that true, she was naked under her regular clothes, but she had no underwear on, either, making her even more vulnerable. Maryanne smiled as gracefully as she could under the circumstances and opened the door. Logan Hayston stood beaming, smiling, and be hunky. "Hi," he said, "I hope I'm not intruding or something." Maryanne shrugged and couldn't take her eyes off of his dazzling blue eyes. Logan Hayston was a year older and in the 8th grade; he was a hunk, very dreamy with perfect teeth, hair, and a not-so-bad body. "Well, I just came by to see if you got those notes from Ms. Upland's class. I missed 'cause I had a meeting with Mr. Scheir." "Yeah, I got them, up in my room, come on." Maryanne tossed her lovely brown hair and turned on her heels, making for the stairs. "Hi, Ally, Allison," Logan said as he came fully into the house. Allison was all a gush, her pussy tingled, and she thought nothing but of seeing the hunky 8th grader naked with his hard cock slamming into her pussy. 'Well,' spoke softly her Invader, "I can make it happen if you like.' There was no comment from the Host. Logan was curious, damn curious, about the girls in just robes, but he was somewhat clueless about "girl stuff" and hustled up the stairs behind Maryanne. Allison lingered a moment at the door, shut it, and sloughed her way back to the kitchen. 'Uh, any particular reason why you not hauling ass up the stairs, too?' 'Well, Logan and Maryanne, they kind of have a thing going.' 'So?' Allison sighed, the tingling in her pussy was growing again. 'Hey, it's getting late, I probably need to get home before I get yelled at.' 'Don't worry, I can fix anything you get into.' 'Thanks.' Then, for the first time in their bizarre relationship—a nominal kinship. Had they been separate, they would have entered into that realm that was "friendship." Slowly they made their way up the stairs. All was quiet—which was in a way a good sign or a bad one. Allison had images flurrying in her mind of Maryanne and Logan locked up humping on her bed—it made the girl become even more horny, and a sincere trickling there was between her legs. Maryanne and Logan, however, were not naked fucking on Maryanne's bed. Maryanne sat at her desk searching for the notes Logan had requested. Logan stood gazing at the girls' cast-off clothes on the floor, specifically their underwear. 'Hang tight, going to check something.' 'Ok.' Allison stood just out of sight of the door and waited. In her mind, she very little but heard whispers almost too faint to hear. 'What's going on?' 'Shhhh, don't interrupt!' 'Sorry.' Allison held her tongue, her thoughts. The whispers she heard began to become clearer but were still confusing to her, and she was unable to interpret until her Host cleared it up for her. 'He likes the both of you.' 'Yeah? Cool. Does he want to boink the both of us, too?' Dom chortled, 'Yeah, he does.' 'Uhm, anything else?' 'Anything else?' 'Yeah, does he want to boink anyone else?' There was a pause, then; 'Yeah, a couple of other girls he knows--' 'Who are they, what their names?' 'Claudia, Charlotte, another Claudia, a Stacie, Dawn, Holly, Mattie.' Allison pursed her lips; the only Claudia she knew that Logan knew was Claudia Rhue, she was a sweet little six-year-old! Charlotte Heather was eight. Stacie and Dawn were friends of hers. Holly was a twelve-year-old they knew, and Mattie was a cousin of his. Allison remained somewhat quiet. 'I wouldn't condemn him,' Dom said quietly, 'unless you include yourself in that condemnation.' 'I know.' She sighed, it was probably better off that she DIDN'T know certain things about people. 'What about your friend, Maryanne? Want me to peek into her noggin and see what rattles?' 'No, not really.' 'Ok.' 'What happens now?' 'What do you want?' Allison didn't know, she shrugged and waited—waited to see what went on in the bedroom. Maryanne had found the notes Logan wanted, when she turned in her chair and stood up, the belt holding her robe contained was pulled and opened her robe, revealing her total nudity. "Holy shit!" 'Holy shit!' 'Hot damn!' 'Yeah, she wants him, she wants to see his cum shooting onto her face.' Allison sighed. Dom continued. 'She wants to see his cum shooting onto your pussy, too; and then wants to lick it off!' 'Cool!' Allison said, bemused by the new information. In the bedroom, Maryanne let drop off her shoulders the blue bathrobe. Logan stood in total shock. He was too captivated to react other than stare. Maryanne dropped to her knees and began addressing Logan's jeans—by undoing them and tugging them down. The boy already sporting a major erection, with a little seepage of love cream soiling his white boxers. 'Your turn, sweetie.' Dom encouraged his Host. Allison strolled in, not sure if she were intruding or not. Logan showed a little fright but was just as stunned when Allison's robe fell to her feet, too. "Son-of-a-bitch!" he drawled. Maryanne was blushing, giggling, and embarrassed but in a good way. Together the two thirteen-year-olds stripped Logan naked. When he was in his skin, the two naughty girls began toying with Logan's cock—working it with their delicate fingers—squeezing the member with love before Maryanne took the member into her mouth and began sucking. Allison kissed Logan's ass, fondled his balls, and caressed Maryanne's body as she serviced him. All Logan could do was stand in awe and endure. Expertly Maryanne slipped a condom over Logan's proud prong. It was a snug fit, and Logan was bombastically bombed. Maryanne cupped his balls, sucked his cock, then laid back on her bed with her legs open. Logan needed no encouragement and knew how to position himself. Maryanne's cunt was already "moist" to the extreme. Allison positioned herself on the floor at the foot of the bed, watching as Logan's cock made vaginal entry. Ally's eyes rested on Logan's ass; it was a fine kind of tan ass, smooth and perfectly shaped. Then there was his balls, not too hairy and just right to look upon. Ally even marveled at the occasional glimpse of his asshole—it made Ally's own hole pucker and wonder if she could get him to fuck her there. The sight of sex in action was incredible—Allison was captivated and began fingering herself into euphoria as it went on before her. Logan slammed Maryanne's cunt with precise precision; his balls cinched up and began making a curious slapping sound. Allison saw the sweat beads forming on his ass; his fucking efforts had kicked up the pace; Maryanne was making loud audible sounds of pleasure; and Allison was creaming her probing fingers. The more Logan fucked, the more Allison got into the deed, herself. She could SMELL the burning rubber from the latex wrapper on Logan's cock. There were juices flowing from Maryanne's poon—Allison didn't know if it was Maryanne's own juices or Logan's. (not that it mattered) The intensity of the sex increased; Logan's ass tightened, clenching with each downward thrust. Maryanne's pussy seemed to clench tightly, too, snugging up Logan's invading prong. The horny naughty girl clung to Logan's sweaty backside, then moved to squeeze her lover's sweaty ass.It was arms and legs akimbo as the two crossed the threshold, signaling the end of their union was near. They fucked on for some time, though with Maryanne reaching her tumultuous moment of joy and being vocal about announcing it, too. Logan plowed the road of orgasm pursuit, straining his cock as it jutted gobs of cum into its latex reservoir. He continued humping as he strove to get every ounce of joy from the deed. As his cock settled, he suckled on Maryanne's breasts and cooled down. Allison, meanwhile, was all fired up. 'Your turn, sweetie.' * Strangely, Allison was not sickened by what was contemplated; as Logan rolled off of Maryanne's body and pulled the condom off his wang, Allison was torn—to lick Maryanne's cunt clean of its coating juices or suck on Logan's cock. 'Suck his cock.' 'Okay.' And Allison positioned herself onto the bed, laying across her friend's legs to get to Logan's softening schlong. It was coated in cum, his cum. He smelled musty and there was another curious "smell" unknown to her. Closing her eyes, she devoured Logan's prick in one gulp, then raked her teeth along the sensitive skin flute coming up to his super sensitive crown. There she let her tongue dance all around the edging of the crown, quickly bringing Logan's cock back to stiff mode. Logan interfered some, pressing his fingers at the base of his cock, humping Allison's mouth, then running his fingers through her hair. Allison got in no hurry and sucked on the boy's head until she got a jut of hot juice for her efforts. It was kinda gross, but she drained his dick anyway. There were only a couple of juts. Logan was out of his mind—fucking pussy was great, but a blowjob was fantastic! After draining Logan's bone, she turned her attention to Maryanne's poon. Logan watched for a moment, stunned, as he had never seen such a deal done. It was awesome to watch, and he masturbated lightly while Ally licked, lapped, and thus thoroughly cleaned Maryanne's coochie. When done, she came up to lay on Maryanne and further blow Logan's mind by driving her tongue into Maryanne's mouth. The girls embraced and began a serious love fest. Logan watched with an ever-increasing horniness raging within him. Maryanne began working Logan's cock while Allison lay on her back, waiting. Allison had a view of her friend's ass as she had to lean up to lean down and service Logan. She began squeezing Maryanne's ass, probing her hole and goosing her juicy pussy. It seriously turned Logan on, and he was once more brought back to hard mode, stiff enough for fucking. Maryanne brought Logan's cock to Ally's cunt, she even guided the member in. (No, this time it wasn't wrapped) Logan slid near effortlessly all the way, settled right on top of her—gazing at her pretty tomboy eyes, smiling whimsically at her—then he feasted on her teenage titties. Maryanne guided Logan's cock fully inward, and the fucking began! Although she had a penchant for young boys, getting laid by Logan was absolutely awesome! Straight from the beginning, Logan's cock very much incited great waves of sexual bliss. She shuddered from her toes to her hair; she was uncontrollable, unable to control anything regarding her body. It felt like she was having a real good pee. (but better!) At least a minute, maybe more, Allison was not herself. She knew nothing as she lay in a swath of mass confusion. Slowly, though, she was brought back to experience the end of her incredible fuck. Logan lay right on her, almost smothering her but not. His hips ground against her, his cock ground against the hood of her, tantalizing her clit. Their mouths met and swapped spit for some time until that wondrous moment came whereas they shared a mutual orgasm. To say their shared orgasm was intense would be an understatement. It was cataclysmic at best, with both wrapping their arms about one another as they strove to become overwhelmed by their sexual excitement. Intense muscle contractions trembled as their orgasm heightened; wave after wave of extreme tingling seethed throughout their young bodies. And then it was over. Allison immediately lapsed into a causeway of worthlessness, completely and utterly exhausted. Her pussy, though, still tingled; her pussy shuddered; her pussy came in rivers, soiling significantly her friend's bed. Logan was pretty much the same and lay off onto his back, eyes fluttering and his cock going flaccid, still squirting in gobs his teen spunk. Like Allison had done unto him, Maryanne did unto him, too—sucking his cock clean, his musty sweaty balls, and then did a number on Allison's juicy twat. The three showered afterwards—when they had rested. Logan's cock was pretty much in agony, but he managed to stuff Maryanne's asshole with his cock, and her hole was sufficiently lubed with soap. Ally enjoyed fondling Logan's balls, lightly spanking him and trying to get him to stuff her asshole—but his cock was out of it and needed time to "rest." And there was no time for that, not for Ally anyways—she had to get home. She was already late and dreaded the confrontation with her step-Dad. The three friends kissed, and Allison left them—naked in the house. 'I think they'll probably fuck some more.' 'Safe bet.' Ally hurried home and was correct about her confrontation. "I've had to cover for you, TWICE!" yelled Dan as Ally flew into the house a few minutes before 5:30. Ally's Mom was out of town on business, she had called, apparently twice. And both times, daughter Allison was in the bathroom. Allison wasn't in the mood to deal with the jerk; she still didn't care for his shenanigans with his daughter and was not overly enthusiastic about his doings with her. She was kinda wishy-washy on that point... Allison blew off Dan—which pissed him off. He grabbed her, "I don't think I like your attitude, Missy!" Allison didn't care and tried to jerk away from him. He held her firm and yanked her to the great living room sofa and pinned her over the overstuffed arm of it. Then a reign of hard smacks came to her ass in quick succession, all the while Dan spouted out decrees; "You WILL be home on time every day!" "You will NOT talk back to me!" "You WILL obey me!" He began to lose his breath and paused. Allison fretted and fought back, fighting back harder when she realized the bastard was trying to get her jeans down. "NO!" Allison cried. Dan walloped her ass hard as he possibly could, "I don't think so, Missy!" he huffed, "I don't think yer Mom 'ould like to see what I have on you!" which was true. Allison was in a spot. "You fucking bastard!" she screamed. Dan got her jeans undone and jerked them down, he paused a moment to gander at her panty-clad ass, then slipped his fingers inside the light blue undy to squeeze burning flesh. Allison squirmed, Dan spanked; Allison tried to get control of herself—there were times where the sex with Dan was okay, but this was not one of them. Dan slowly worked his step-daughter's panties down, admired her bare flesh, then dropped his own pants and manhandled his hardened prong. "Hold 'em open!" he barked to the distraught girl. "Go fuck yourself!" she shot back. This outburst only got her another hard smack to absolute bare flesh that almost absolutely shot the girl out of her skin. "Hold yer cheeks open or it'll be worse!" Allison didn't know how much "worse" it could get and broke down. She held her burning cheeks open, and son-of-a-bitch Dan Thomas made anal entry into her flaming hole. It was tight going but made a little easier from Ally's recent ass fucking to herself and then the feeble attempt from Logan. Dire determination from Dan made the penetration possible, and she was well sodomized. Gripping her hips, Dan filled Ally's pooper, ramming the full length of his cock into her and caring not for any damage or pain or discomfort he gave. In Ally's mind flashed images of little Ashley in the same predicament. "NO!" screamed Ally, "NOOOOOO-ooooooh!" Dan smiled and thrust his massive fuck stick into the girl regardless and continued spanking until she nearly passed out. * 'Where the fuck were you!' bitched Allison. 'Sorry, I'm experiencing things I can't make sense of.' Allison didn't care, she was pissed and hurt. 'I fucking needed you!' 'I know, okay, I'm sorry.' The apology didn't help, Allison stepped into the shower and wept uncontrollably. 'Pay back's gonna be a mother.' * Fast forward a couple of days. Allison came home to find her step-Dad seemingly waiting for her. His friend Mark was there, too; lingering and set his eyes immediately on Allison when she came in. It made her uncomfortable. "I want you to do something for me," Dan said to her. Allison held her ground, slinging off her bookbag. By his tone and mannerism(s), she didn't like the situation at all. "Let's go to my den." Allison was sure she wasn't going to like it—whatever it was. Mark followed. Once in the private den, Allison was on guard. "My friend needs a 'fix'," Dan said. The friend, Mark, stood shifting his weight and appearing nervous, embarrassed. For looks, he was okay, a slight beginning pudge, six foot something, dirty blond hair, hazel eyes. He was in his mid 40s like Dan, and for some reason, he just creeped Allison out. Allison shook her head, "No way." To wit, Dan smiled and replied with a nodding of his head, "Yes way." Then, before she knew it—she was. Yes way. It was very vague, but Allison saw herself undressing herself. There was no stopping herself, she couldn't consciously stop the act of undressing—it was as if though there was no communication from her brain to her hands. When doing any menial chore—brushing teeth, going to the bathroom and wiping afterwards, walking, eating, farting, scratching an itch, or undressing—those things were done within split-second thoughts carried out by the action.It was a blur, it was like looking at herself via an out-of-body experience looking at herself through a haze. She heard "commands" but they barely registered with her—but her body seemed to go right to the acts given via command, and she was nude—then on her knees facing Mark and his exposed cock. Allison began freaking out; she couldn't believe what she saw—what she was doing. It was insane! The cock was suddenly in her mouth! Thankfully, though, Allison could barely taste it, but she did taste something. Then suddenly there was Dan, standing up beside her with HIS cock. Allison then saw herself working her step-Daddy's cock with one hand while cupping the balls of Mark with the other. Allison was beside her (literally). It was insane! It was madness; after sucking off Mark's cock, she turned to work oral magic on Dan's. Mark stepped up to skull-fuck her, humping his cum squirter in her hair and up the side of her face. When after Dan squirted off into her mouth, she was stood up and positioned on the large green sofa; her legs were splayed open, ass to the edge of the cushion. Dan took liberties firstly, eating her pussy out to his delight while Mark stood by watching in delight. After several long enduring minutes, Dan was done munching twat, he came up between Allison's legs, pressing his hardened cock against her quivering quim. It was rape. Whether she cried out in alarm or not, she wasn't sure, not for certain. Then again, nothing was certain. She felt the invading prong fill her, and though in previous acts she had somewhat enjoyed it, she had vowed to cease allowing the bastard to fuck her. Apparently, he had other ideas. Almost immediately after Dirty Dan "pulled out", Marvelous Mark took his turn. Sloppy seconds anyone? Mark didn't seem to mind and made vaginal entry and began straight away to fuck. He marveled at Allison's jiggling titties and sucked on them while he raped steadily away. Allison seemed a lot less emotional than she thought she should be. When Mark got his jollies and moved off, Dan pulled Allison up, drawing her into his now nude body. A reign of swats came to her ass—some smarted, but still—Ally remained mostly unaffected and emotional. It was the knowing that she was being spanked that registered in her affected mind—her mind knew that her bare ass was being swatted, and quickly checked a file that told that a bare ass swatting was supposed to HURT. But something was wrong, and the registration of HURT was severely nipped. How and why was elusive to Ally—but not to her Invader. After several bare-assed swats lasting almost five minutes, Ally was positioned over the arm of the sofa, and it was Mark who took his turn. Ally felt the stings of the spanking, but that was from her MIND, the actual swats to her ass were nil. The men took turns buggering her, she herself commanded to pull her own butt cheeks open and then remain still while the two men sodomized her relentlessly to their pleasure. From the sofa to the private bathroom the hapless girl was taken, whereas in the confining shower she was peed on, spanked more, and double-teamed. The men were having quite a time with the mindless girl, quite a time indeed. After she was dried and taken back out to the outer room and told to dress, 'son-of-a-bitch!' "What?" 'What?' 'bastard's got an EMAD!' Allison slowly went through the process of pulling her clothes on, Mark stood by masturbating ogling her as she pulled up her panties. Step-Daddy Dan smiled and stood just off to one side. 'stand up, face him while you finish dressing.' 'I was raped!' Ally said, her emotions flying all around inside her head. She hurt and angry, and scared. 'don't worry, I have a plan.' While Allison finished dressing, facing the Fucker while she did so, Dom the Invader saw the EMAD. A remote control-like device, strapped to the underside of his wrist and activated by the fingers. Leads from the remote until were attached at the fingertips and by various finger actions transmitted to the Device what he wanted his Subject to do. Allison wasn't pleased. She was shocked and stunned and greatly pissed. Dom had little control over her as she scurried to her room, locked the door and made for her bathroom where she firstly threw up and then collapsed onto her floor, curling up and going into a near catatonic fit. When she had gathered herself, she flushed her pussy out, but of course by then it could have been too late. She had had unprotected sex with the two men, the fuckers, as well as with Logan. Her mind was in a temporal flux of mixed agitation. 'listen, we'll make it right, we'll get the bastard back, I promise.' 'How?' 'working on it, but right now I need that EMAD of his.' 'Why?' 'cause with it it might help me separate from you.' 'Oh.' Then, 'Ok.' To say she wasn't herself would be an understatement; she shied away from her sexual activities that she enjoyed, flubbed up in her pitching, and with her Invader somewhat on the fritz, didn't do so well on her foreign language exam. At home she detested her step-Dad and wished her Mom would be home more, but she had just gotten a promotion and was helping to open a new branch office and it took her time away from being home. One night when Ally's Mom was away, Ally caught Dan molesting Ashley. Unlike previous times, Ashley was under the influence of the EMAD he had and not drugged. The sweet little girl was just being stripped down, her legs opened, and her nude Daddy bringing her pussy up to greet his Little Man. "Leave her alone!" Ally commanded. Dan whipped his attention to his intruder, "Go to your room, prepare for me." "FUCK YOU!" Ally nearly screamed and she charged him. Dan was caught off guard, but Ally was no match for the 40-something-year-old adult; although he was an office type person; a white-collar American, he DID work out to keep trim and fit—very fit. Easily he overpowered Allison, slinging her to his daughter's bed and pinning her. Allison, though, had a lot of pent-up rage in her and the struggle was on. Dan could do nothing actually but hold the girl still—well, keep her pinned. That was until Allison managed to bring her knee up… Dan collapsed to the floor wriggling in great pain as his exposed testicles were even more at risk due to their unclothed exposure. This gave Ally time to wrench the EMAD from the man's wrist. Dan sputtered and was highly pissed, crawling to Ally as she fled. She paused at the bedroom door, "You fucker," she exclaimed, "I'll break this fucking thing if you touch her again, or ME!" Dan stopped, this was not good (for him.) "I've got shit on you, little girl!" he seethed angrily. Ally was prepared for that one, "GOOD!" she said, "That'll be evidence against you—you used this piece of shit against me and MADE me do those things!" Dan realized he was fucked—and not in a good way. "Put the thing (EMAD) down and let's talk this over." "FUCK YOU!" "You don't know what you're doing, that thing is very valuable." "Not to me it isn't." Dan began to panic, "Alright, I'll—I'll leave you and Ashley alone--" "I don't believe you." Dan made a sudden lunge to her, Allison shrieked and backed up darting out of the room and to her room. Dan was right on her; he tackled her and they fell into Allison's bedroom with a mighty collapse. It hurt, Allison. For a moment her breath was taken, her arm and shoulder hurt, and there was a heck of time regaining her composure. Dan had his EMAD back—he said nothing but wrestled with Allison, yanking her to her bed where once more he yanked her pants and panties down and wailed upon her tender flesh. Then he invaded her asshole with his hellish cock, striking her hips, manhandling her breasts, and tweaking hard her nipples all the while. After the assault, Dan tried to make Allison his personal bitch—using the EMAD he made dutiful commands unto her; "everyday before leaving for school—you will suck my cock." "everyday when you come home from school, you will take off all your clothes and let me fuck you." "whenever my friend, Mark, is with me, you will give yourself to him willingly." "you like the taste of my cum." "you want to suck me every day to get my cum." "you want to shower with me." "you want me to spank you." And the list went on—and then repeated a few times so the commands inserted into her noggin would set. Allison was in fear. She was no longer in control of herself and she WAS under the magnificent influence of an EMAD. At 7:30 school morning A.M. Allison was on her knees slurping off her step-Daddy's cock. She held back nothing and sucked until he filled her mouth with his love. Then his cock went up against her face to hump some more—all the while upstairs her Mom slept unawares. Eight hours later and Allison was stripping off her clothes, laying over the overstuffed arm of the large sofa in Dan's private den. Naked Dan and friend Mark took their liberties; fucking her asshole, spanking, peeing on her, and then just out and fucking her until they were spent. Sitting at her desk, she stared virtually into oblivion. She was naked, her asshole and pussy were sore, she smelled horrible, and in her mind were flashes of being raped, spanked, and peed on by Dan and his friend. But she had no real memory of such an act taking place—and there was the disturbing thought that lo she detested what had happened—she was willing to let them have a go at her again! It was the EMAD—that damnable mind-altering device that she had no defense against! Her breathing escalated, her anger seethed—her mind blanked, though, as she strove to think of some sort of manner in which to "get him back" and make him pay. 'go check on Ashley.' Allison stood near mindless, naked, and confounded. Her life was turning into turmoil, she didn't understand and thought insanity was surely enveloping her. 'go to Ashley.Allison heard the command, and she became calm. She slowly left her bedroom and made her way to her step-sister's room across the hall. The door was open, and the little six-year-old was within. So were Dan and his friend. Ashley lay on her bed, naked; her legs were held up with Dan locking her ankles in one hand while he masturbated himself with the other, gawking at the child's nakedness. Friend Mike was on his knees, licking out the child's pussy. None of them knew that Allison and her friend had come upon them. With the EMAD in Allison's hand, a new ploy was brought into play. Allison wanted nothing to do with the Device, but to throw it away after crushing it in a vice. However, her Invader needed it, so she held off, though she didn't like it. With the Device, though, Dom and Ally were able to reconfigure life in the Thomas household - Dan was never to act sexually with his daughter or step-daughter (until further notice). This sentiment also went for Dan's friend. 'Uhm, would you mind if I added a little something for those two?' 'Like what?' 'Well,' giggled Dom, 'I was thinking of changing their desires.' 'What do you mean?' 'They have desires of the flesh, your flesh, your sister's, and so on. How's about they desire each other instead?' Allison thought of it, and an image filled her head - the two naked men having sex with each other. It was gross and very unsettling. 'Eww, gross.' Then, 'Ok, do it.' Allison and Dom spent long hours dissecting the EMAD. It was far different from the one Dom had on his wrist, but the principal operation was the same. And Dom found a Diagnostic implementation that helped resurrect his! There were some minor hang-ups that required expertise, new programming, electrical components, and the like - and it was very damn difficult to reconstruct an object Allison couldn't see or feel. It was tedious work at best, but there was progress. 'I, uhm, have an idea on how to get your step-Dad back.' 'How?' Allison was all ears. 'More than simple blackmail - he must be seen in the act of being naughty.' Allison had a fair idea about what that meant. 'Ok.' 'Well, using that camera of his that he used against you? We'll use it against him.' 'How?' 'With the EMAD, and my thing when it's operational here soon, we'll fuck him up.' Dom explained using flash images to convey his plan, which was simply to have Dan be seen screwing her, spanking her, peeing on her, and the like. And to include Ashley, too - as a topping. Allison sighed, she didn't much care for that plan - but... 'We'll also let him have his EMAD back--' 'No fucking way, that fucking monster will fuck me up for sure!' 'I'll make it so as he won't use it, he won't know how or what to do, but he will have it in his possession when he's caught.' 'Who's going to catch him?' It was Dom's turn to sigh, 'Well, use the camera, and then - then let, I guess, your Mom see it.' 'She'll freak.' 'Undoubtedly, but she'll have the evidence and he'll be a dead duck.' Allison required a little time to digest the plan; it wasn't an overly good plan, but she didn't have one any better - not with evidence that would hold up. But the plan had potential problems and no back-up plan in place. Dom, too, still was unable to get his own wrist-worn EMAD fully operational. 'Soooo, like, where'd did you get yours?' Good question. Dom wasn't sure. He had no memory of how, when, or why he had the wrist-worn EMAD. 'I was just thinking, if we knew where you got yours, maybe we could go back and see if there are more or something, I don't know.' She had a point. Dom had to think, and then it was a done deal. ROAD TRIP! 'Is there an ocean nearby?' The pesky question came early in the morning, before sunrise. 'No, well, there is, three hours west.' 'Hmmm.' 'Why?' 'Well, concerning my mind device, I'm seeing pictures of water, lots of water, and boats, old tanker ships. Could be a clue.' 'There's Lake Hart and Lake Merry Mack.' 'Big lakes?' 'Lake Hart isn't, but Merry Mack - you have to be out in the middle before you can see the other side.' 'Then that's the one.' 'You wanna go there?' 'Yes, it's a start.' Reluctantly, Allison agreed. Getting out to Merry Mack Lake was still a little trek, not three hours like it was to the coast, but 1 1/2 hours by tour bus anyways. She went alone, ditching her friends and things she would rather do - but it was all in the pursuit of getting back at her step-Dad. Merry Mack Lake WAS big - Allison and Dom both had their doubts of finding the exact place where Dom found his EMAD, or however he came to possess it. Fifty miles across, one hundred plus along the east side, seventy-five on the west side. The northern point received its water from an inlet feed from the ocean; the southern point tapered and was the most populated with tourists. 'We won't spend too much time here,' Dom assured Ally, 'just a poke around for a while. If nothing comes up, screw it, we go home and call it good and finger something else out.' Allison was in full agreement of that. For two hours they "poked" around the various wharfs with not so much as an inkling of helping Dom. 'I'm hungry, do you mind?' Dom didn't mind, he himself no longer felt the stirrings of hunger, thirst; no pesky headaches, no need to use the bathroom, to shower, or even fart. Just enjoy sex... Ally went to an eatery on the wharf she often visited when she came to the lake with her friends or family. The fish was good and not too "fishy", there were the breaded deep fried nuggets that were tasty, too. From her window seat, she tossed out to the birds and sea lions her fries but kept the delicious crunchy cornbread nuggets to herself - or "fish balls" as one of her girlfriend's chortled. While somewhat mopping along the back of the wharf area boardwalk where the sea lions assembled on fishing boats and such, Allison was directed to stare across the bay waters to the opposite shore. On the far side was a large rusting hulk of a tanker. 'There,' said her Invader, 'we got to go there.' Going "there" was a long walk. There was the bus, but that was confusing, and so needing the exercise anyway, they walked. It was a pleasant walk - taking up to an hour to make at least. There was the dangerous part of having to walk along the busy inner city highway, the naval cadet training facility, the construction project, and a slum area. There were great eucalyptus trees, wandering unfriendly dogs, smells, and inattentive drivers to contend with along the walk, and then a side trip of interest concerning a ruffian scallywag boy of about ten. He was with a small group of other boys, rumpled shirts, dirty disheveled hair, and up to nothing that day but insane mischief. The lead boy was a bully, a punk. Along a walkway where small businesses were hawking their wares to the passing tourists were many outdoor "stands"; fruits and vegetables, knick knacks in tune with the area, and various seafood. The boy, a one Harold Bekins, paused at the tilted table displaying tomatoes. He selected one, the proprietor eyed him cautiously. Harold replaced the tomato while his four friends flanking him quietly egged him on. As the boys began to move as a single group, Harold suddenly re-grabbed the tomato and started to run. Instantly, though, the proprietor gave chase. He was a bulgy man, short of stature, great furry gray mutton chops, thick Italian accent, and really pissed. "You comma back 'ere, you sonna-ov-a-bitcha you!" Harold stopped a few feet away, "Oh, you want THIS back?" he said chortling, "Well, here you go!" and he lobbed as hard as he could the tomato at Mr. Giovanna. The tomato made a nice big splat on the man's clean white apron. The boys grabbed more tomatoes and fled down the street laughing. Five minutes later, the local sheriff arrived, taking a report and assessing the mishap. At first, he was willing to brush it off as "boys will be boys"; but then three more proprietors from up and down the street came to complain to him. All down the street the way the boys had gone, virtually every window had been hit with tomatoes. Another proprietor had also been hit, and a small child in the custody of an older teen girl sibling had been splattered with tomatoes. The sheriff was amused and knew that he had to nip it quick. Finding the culprits wasn't hard to do, they left a trail. Smeared windows, splattered proprietors and customers, bystanders, and the like all pointed the way that he was in the right direction. The boys had split up when they discovered that the Law was after them. Harold actually went off by himself - trying to go around the businesses and sneak up all the way back from where he started. Sheriff Taylor saw him, though, and gave chase. Harold managed to elude the sheriff, who was a calm, easy-going fellow; tall, straight shooter (without using a weapon) and was well known for his tactics of keeping the law in Jonusburg County just. Harold had made it back to the first proprietor and promptly tipped the table of tomatoes over, spilling them all over the sidewalk. He then made sure Old Man Giovanna saw him; Harry stuck out his tongue and then flipped the old Italian the bird. "FUCK YOU, OLD MAN!" then darted off down the street to continue his rampage. Along his way, he encountered a young teen girl with her single-digit-aged brother. They were pulling a red wagon loaded with groceries. Harold came along and tipped the wagon over, then splattered a tomato onto the boy whom he pushed down. Sheriff Taylor yanked him by the nape of the neck from a small side alley. The boy was flung HARD against the green stucco wall of Mike's Meats and handcuffed. "Gotcha, smart ass." "You lemme go, my Pa is important 'round 'ere." "That's good, that's gooooood," stated the Sheriff, "then he'll get extra privileges to see you come Sunday." Harold wrestled with the Sheriff but was no match for his strength and 25 years of experience.Out of the small side alley into the back alley, then kicking and dragging, Harold was taken to the small Sheriff's Office located at the far end of the neighborhood. It looked out onto the bay and small wharf area and was completely surrounded by massive eucalyptus trees. Not into the office did they go, not into the jail cell but out behind the office where Harold's hands were uncuffed, only to be re-cuffed in the manner of hand over hand—that is to say, at the lone horse rail the boy's hands were above and below and cuffed, whereas in a manner he was unable to move and cause a fuss. He was pissed. He yelled, cussed, made demands, and continued to mention that his Pa was an important person to the city and county. The Sheriff was not impressed and pulled down Harold's pants. Harold, for the first time, experienced fear. He didn't like it. He liked it less when his underwear also came down. "HEY!" he called out—this was not good—no, not good at all. Sheriff Taylor pulled off his two-inch black leather dress belt, folded it, examined it, then pulled up Harold's long-tailed shirt and held it in place, all the while young eleven-year-old Harold freaked out and danced. "You hold still now, you hear?" Harold didn't hear and jiggled as much as he could, pulling and tugging hard against the old horse rail, but it was held fast as was he. The belt slashed through the air and then slashed Harold's skin. The first smack nearly sent the boy out of his skin—so did the following two smacks, each as hard as the previous. Then, the Sheriff began fondling the boy's bum; "reaching around" to fondle the boy's pudendum, squeeze his balls, and then let fly the belt three more times. The belting stopped, and the belt was returned to the Sheriff's pants. But Harold's punishment was not over. Pulling the offender's legs back, it was obvious to Allison/Dom that Harold Benkins was in for a lot more than spanking. The boy's ass was in too much torment to make the realization. His cock was fondled more, his balls squeezed, and the Sheriff's hands went up and down the boy's body before he stood up and lowered his own pants (and underwear.) Sheriff Taylor had a cock. It was long, hard, already dripping cum, and had Allison's full attention. 'Damn sweet damn,' she moaned. Sheriff Taylor rammed his cock unceremoniously up Harold's ass, guiding it in gently until the head of his cock was passed the anal rim—and then it was full speed ahead! Harold couldn't scream—he tried, but the pain in his ass overwhelmed his vocal outburst, and he could do nothing but take the punishment. The Sheriff buried his seven-incher into the boy's rectum, wrecking it thoroughly. Harold could barely utter word one, or something similar to words. Reaching around again, the Sheriff fondled the boy's cock, working it until it was stiff and ready to shoot. The Sheriff pulled out, squirting goo all over the boy's very tan (and reddened) ass. The Sheriff's cock was awful looking, coated in blood and poo stains. He sidestepped over to a water spigot and washed his dick, then returned to the horribly tormented Harold. Harold wriggled in place, his asshole in torment mostly. "You a mean little S-O-B, you know that?" Harold was bawling, he knew it. "I got the power invested in me to whip the hide right offa you!" The Sheriff had an accent himself, a southern type accent. It was unbelievable, but there was more. Sheriff Taylor took to masturbating the boy, whacking until he began to cum and cum all over the Sheriff's balls. It was unknown if the boy had ever "cum" before—for a moment he forgot about his ails and relished in the sweet release that was orgasm. Sheriff Taylor took that moment to uncuff the boy, but recuff him with his hands behind his back. "You run off and I'll get us one of these here uke (eucalyptus) switches and rip yer hide clean off!" Harold began to bawl some more. He was pushed down to his knees, head held firm, and forced to lick clean the man's cum-laden balls. Harold was very muchly not into this and needed more disciplinary action. 'Can we go?' 'Had enough, eh?' 'Yes.' 'Ok.' Walk—walk—walk; stop for a soda and caramel popcorn; more walking. There were lots of interesting people to see; the sights and smells and everything. 'I'd like to ask you something.' 'Ok.' There was a long pause. 'Well?' 'Well, I was just wondering—do you regret meeting me?' 'Like I had a choice?' Good point. 'Good point.' Another long pause. 'I guess it hasn't been all bad.' They neared the old dock where the tourists didn't flock to so much, old derelict buildings from a wharf that in the heyday was quite popular with fishing. An abandoned carnival was here, too. The center of attraction was the huge 800-foot oil tanker Smooz. No longer in use—and hadn't been in 20 plus years. It set docked alongside the derelict wharf that had suffered a few arson fires and was no longer habitable for businesses of any kind. In the small bay area surrounding the Smooz, though, amateur divers enjoyed investigating the depths around the tanker and out into the bay itself. Dom directed Allison down along the wooden steps to the secondary area of the wharf. Allison held up, though—inasmuch as the main deck was undesirable, the lower area beneath was even worse. 'I-I don't think I want to go there.' Dom held back—there were memory flashes that were jumbled and made no sense. Allison saw the dark, disturbing images, too—and they frightened her. There was a man, running, carrying a briefcase and a small duffle bag. He seemed middle-aged, brown hair, sloppy clothes but too well-groomed to be a bum. He seemed to be in a hurry. At the beginning of the wharf area, a car came to a screeching halt, and several men got out—all bearing weapons. The man with the briefcase barreled down to the lower area under the wharf in a panic, clutching both the briefcase and duffle bag to his person. He ran up alongside the tanker, then darted across to the far side of the underside of the wharf. A hail of bullets peppered the sand and broken pavement where at one time a fish market had thrived. The man rolled, then trip-ran back to the tanker, crashing into it—spilling the contents of the briefcase, which was cash. Bank money numbering in the thousands spilled, and there was no time to collect as another hail of bullets exploded all around the man. Trip-running again for his life, the man moved alongside the moored tanker to the rotting dock running along the rocky edge of the bay—with two men in close pursuit (the other two men had stopped to gather the money…) The Lead Man went around a corner of the rocky hill and paused here, pulling out of the duffle bag a wet suit. There really was no time to put said suit on, but he was doing so, stripping off his street clothes as he did so. There did seem to be no sign of the pursuers. Two men with Uzis came around the corner and began emptying their clips. The man was hit and dived half-dressed into the bay water. There were bubbles—followed by blood. The two men emptied their clips before making a very hasty retreat, tossing the Uzis into the bay, too. Darkness came, not too dark but it was dark just the same. The sea had filled the bay up a few feet, and Dom Demetrius was taking a swim. Why he was in the area to begin with, he couldn't remember—a school project he thought but wasn't sure. It didn't matter anyways—he was there, and that was that. He had seen where the troubled man had gone into the bay; but that said maybe. Maybe he had died from the multiple gunshots; maybe he had eluded death and swam to the other side of the bay and got out ok. There were a lot of other maybes, too. Dom slid into the bay water wearing a wet suit and a snorkel. The depth of the bay varied from a nominal 30 feet to a deep, cold intake of 100 feet—depending on if the tide was in or out. Armed with a flashlight, he slid into the murky waters and began to hunt for the man. 'Why?' A valid question. Why look for a dead man—what was the purpose? He had dropped his only asset—the briefcase of ill-gotten Mob money; did he have something else of worth? Yes. But at the time, Dom didn't know that. He didn't know why he sought the man; to bring him to someone's attention; go through his pockets; make sure he was dead... 'If you think I'm getting into that water,' Allison flatly summed up, 'you've got yourself some more thinking to do.' Against better judgment, they in tandem made their way down below the derelict wharf subfloor, around the rickety, not-trustworthy plank walkway to where Dom had seen the man dive into the water almost a year ago. Allison squatted, the whole thing creeped her out big time. 'Me thinks we're at a dead end.' 'Don't say "dead", this is weird enough as it is.' 'Sorry.' 'I don't understand this--' 'That's ok, I don't either.' 'No, I mean, why this guy that got shot or whatever? Did you get that EMAD thingy from him?' 'Yeah—yeah I—I think so.' There was a huge blank spot in his memory—he didn't recall going into the water, finding the man's body, and taking his wrist-worn EMAD. 'Did you know that it was a mind-control device?' 'No, no I don't think so. It was a diver's watch, but bigger. I-I guess I thought I could get something for it.' 'If it was an EMAD device, why didn't the guy use it against those thugs?' 'Don't know, I don't know.' It was a dead end. The only thing that they came away with was a little more insight on Dom's coming into possession of the wrist-worn EMAD. It was a little unsettling. Host and Invader made their way back, avoiding the small area where the Sheriff and Harold Benkin were. Up a slight hill and then along the broken edge of landscape encircling a small beach below, they came upon a curiosity—a tallow-headed boy about 8 or so was poking his head up through a discarded television box. He was smiling, beaming, and bright-eyed in the waning afternoon sun.There was more to it than met the eye (of Allison), though. With help from Dom the Invader— Inside the box was another boy, also 8-ish. Both boys were nice-looking fellows, and each had their "fellow" out of their pants. The boy standing had his pants (and tidy whiteys) down at his ankles. The second boy was SUCKING on the standing boy's fellow! He was doing a fine job of it, too; caressing his friend's bare ass and fully suck-suck-sucking cock. After a minute or so, "My turn!" he said gleefully. The first boy ducked down inside the box, giggling, playing with his freshly sucked pud. The second boy stood, poked his head out, and looked all around smiling—and then reeling as his friend began sucking him. A pair of teens were making out in a small, almost hidden alcove just above the beach. They had both shucked their clothes and were hard at it, with the girl on top. With Dom's help keeping Ally "unseen", Ally was able to get "up close and personal" to see the penetration aspect of the teens' sex. There was more. Like the lone, scraggly man sitting in a lounge chair, NAKED as the day he was born, jacking off. He had long, straggly hair, a hairy body, and a so-so dick to play with—but he was playing with it! The wind buffeted him up from the beach and ocean below; sitting in his lounge chair, the straggly, cagey man paid no mind to the birds circling him or if anyone was on the beach or on the trail behind him. He wore red tennis shoes only. Allison and Dom moved on. 'I gotta pee,' Ally announced. 'Okay.' Allison made for the trail leading down to the small parking lot where a bathroom shed was. One car was on the small lot, but no one seemed to be in it. Allison nearly tripped on the deep sand as she left the trail and made the crossing to the bathroom. Inside, it was dank and dark, littered with toilet paper and horrendous smells. 'Lovely.' Ally pushed her pants and panties just to her knees and made her bladder gladder. She farted, too, adding to the "smells" lingering in the dankness. After the pee and accompanying "wipe", Ally quickly scurried out of the bathroom. Dom noted the lone car windows were "fogged" up, indicating that it was not unoccupied as thought before. In the backseat was a teenage girl, approximately fifteen or so, with a boy who was a little older. Both were naked and deeply involved in that which was sex. The girl was on top. With the fogged windows, though, absolute viewing of penetration was not possible. They moved on. They moved along the narrow beach-access road to the main road where they would catch the cross-town city bus and then the regular bus back home. ALONG THE WAY… Two youngsters happened to be wandering—unaccompanied, and lost. Cute little tykes, seven years old each; the girl a pretty little blonde, with incredible blue eyes, a sweet little face, and clad in a dress that the wind kept whipping up to reveal her tight, snug-fitting purple panties. The little boy wore short britches and sandals, but was well-groomed, with dark hair, dark eyes, and as sweet as plum! The two wandered all about the beach brush, sand dunes, and the like, playing—wandering further and further from, as it turned out, the lone car where their siblings were making out. It was the boy's sister who was on top of the girl's brother in the car. 'I see opportunity.' 'Whattya mean?' Dom smiled, 'Just a little play.' Allison checked her watch, 'We really don't have time for this.' 'Please?' Dom shocked her with his "please" request. 'Well, okay, I guess, just a little.' Dom smiled again… The little girl was named Abby. The little boy was Addam. They were friends, due in part that their older sibs were boyfriend/girlfriend. Addam was actually almost eight, but there was something a little wrong with him—not mentally retarded, not autistic, not challenged mentally, but close. He had a very sweet smile, perfect straight white teeth, and all kinds of charm. All kinds. Dom easily swept them with his narly mind powers and down into a small ravine and behind a great boulder to be out of the ocean's wind and prying happenstance eyes of the public. Here Allison pulled down Addam's short pants and then his underwear. Right from the onset, Allison was horny. She loved young boys like Addam, even more than boys like Logan (and Brad, Mike, Chad, etc.) Ally toyed with Addam's dick, squeezed his little nuggets, then went down on him. The cock in her mouth was tasty, and she engulfed it wholly; then began working her head back and forth as quickly as she could. At a mere seven, almost eight, he was still far from cumming off. Ally did have a slight desire for cum—as she did for all manners of sex, but on her terms. After sucking off the little boy—it was the little girl's turn. Allison gently took her time undressing Abigail—mostly for her Invader's benefit. 'Take the panties down s-l-o-w-l-y,' he said. Allison did so, and the child was nude. Dom moaned a groan, and Ally felt a strange uniqueness between her legs—regarding sex. 'Lick her out.' Ally had no problem with this; she liked girls as much as boys. The little girl had a lovely little poon—clean but damp. Ally licked to her delight—and to Dom's. Learned from Dom, she engulfed the whole of Abby's cunt, drove her tongue into the poon, and breathed hard into it. Little Abby, with her mind locked only, reacted mildly so. 'Take your clothes off.' Ally held back momentarily, looked around for security's sake, then began peeling out of her clothes. She said nothing, thought nothing. There was some excitement about undressing in such an exposed, open place—the risk factor notwithstanding. She knew she couldn't handle being caught; that would be bad—very bad. Being caught naked with two mind-locked, naked children would be the end of her. But, with Dom as her backup emergency plan—capable of mindblasting any snoopers or rendering her invisible—allowed her to freely submit to Dom's will and desires. With Abigail younger and much smaller, it was Ally who laid out on the clothing and positioned the little girl on her. With her hands on the girl's ass/hips, they scissor-fucked. It was clumsily done, but it was done—Abby banged her young, hairless snatch against Allison's fur burger, and both Ally and Dom were invigorated (sexually speaking). Soon, Dom was able to manipulate more of Abigail's mind, having her submit to the act of performing sex (acts) on Allison; oral sex was first, then much ado about finger exploring, followed by more pussy pounding. Dom felt as much of the sexual romp as did his host; it was like he could feel his cock going into the girl's quim. Allison soon brought Abby up to sit on her face; young Addam came to prod Allison's cunt and fuck her proper. The boy leaned down to kiss Abby's ass and soon the girl was turned about so as the boy could lick out her pussy. 'Have you seen your sister naked?' 'Yes.' 'Recently?' 'Yes.' Hmmmm Apparently, young, nearly eight-year-old Addam was not too naïve as appearances perceived him to be. Young Addam Cordolla had several remote control machines—none were mind-altering, but they were equipped with spy scopes, infra-red devices, night vision, stealth mode operation, and zoom features. Some machines were "robotic", others were monster trucks, race cars, and even snakes! (The "snake" was slithered in the ceiling vent where it could easily look down into his sister's room and spy-spy-spy.) 'Does your sister see YOU naked?' 'Sometimes.' 'Does your sister play with your pee-pee?' 'No.' 'Would you like her to?' Addam shrugged his thought; he wasn't sure. His pee-pee DID get curiously strange and weird on him when he spied on her naked… 'Have you seen Abigail naked?' 'Just where she pees from.' 'Does she let you see her there?' 'Yes.' After young Addam had licked his fill of Abigail, it was time to kick it up a notch. 'You're going to have to help them,' Dom said to Ally. Ally was in agreement, excited, curious, and a tad bit horny. Abigail was laid out on clothes, her cunny fingered-fingered-and fingered some more. For Allison, it DID feel as if though she had a dick! It was very strange and way weird. Then she helped position young Addam onto the girl, placed his dinky against the girl's cunt entrance, and slowly helped guide him for insertion. Abigail was a virgin—applicable word—was. Addam's eight-year-old cock wasn't prime stiff and was a dinky dinkus, but it DID penetrate the girl, met the resistance within, and there was fucking in progress without much fret about it. Very little blood coated Addam's dick. He happily humped and got into it. Allison caressed his ass, and Dom—orgasmed. Ally moaned; she rolled in the sand and struggled to maintain herself. The sensation of sex was beyond comprehension, the sensation of having sex with an eight-year-old boy went even beyond that! Young Addam fucked Allison and did a fine, albeit clumsy, job of it. Allison didn't mind the few times his willy slipped out; she was maximizing the act sensationally and relishing a full 110%. Dom, too. Little Addam didn't "cum" when he tired of fucking, but he peed. Allison relished in that, too—Addam's cock, though dinky, thrilled her to no end (although she did kinda sorta desire a BIGGER dick.) For at least half an hour, they did frolic—Ally thoroughly enjoying herself; caressing the kids' skin, sucking on their sex parts, having them pee on her, and she squatting on their sweet faces and peeing on them. She also lightly spanked them and experienced another unique orgasm. So much so was she thrilled by it, she had Dom have them spank her. She liked it—on her own terms. Then cast in the windy breezes were the kids' names. Their siblings were calling for them. Fun time was over. Sorta. Dory Cordolla stood with her hands on her hips, the wind whipping her long, dark brown hair all about her face; she was in a state of panic over her missing little brother.Coming up the hill behind her was a disheveled and very worried Vance Tannis. Both teens called out over and over for Abigail and Addam. "Come down the hill." Dory looked to Vance, "Huh?" Vance looked to Dory, "What?" "Come down the hill—NOW!" Dory looked down the sandy hill choked with beach grass and bushes, old eucalyptus trees dead and dying and friggin ancient, old logs and a giant boulder. Vance slowly trotted down the hill. "Did you fuck her in the ass?" "No, she doesn't like it there." "Did you cum in her mouth?" "Yes." "Have you ever been naughty with your little sister?" "Yes." Preceded by and followed by a big embarrassed gulp. Images flashed in Ally's mind revealing Vance surreptitiously fingering out his slumbering little sister. He also did naughty things with her while bathing her, wiping her when she was a toddler, and getting her to play with his cock as well as suck it when she was a wee lass—but not since she grew up some. "You want to fuck her, don't you—your little sister?" "Yes." "In the mouth?" Ally butted in. "Yes." "In the ass?" "Yes." "In the cunt?" There was a pause, Dom repeated his intrusive question. "Yes." "What about the boy, your girlfriend's brother?" "What?" "In his ass?" "Not really." "You'd like to see him naked, fucking his sister, YOUR sister?" Deep long pause, then a simple shrug—the boy had never thought of such a deed and needed time to mull it over. Then, "I-I guess so." "What about your brother (asking of Dory), would you have sex with him?" "EWEWEW!" which in layman's terms meant NO WAY! "Would you suck your brother's dick if someone paid you?" "Huh?" "Would you watch your brother masturbate?" Long pause, then, "Maybe." out of curiosity sake. "Would you watch your brother and boyfriend's sister fuck if you caught them at it?" It was too much to ask and Dory's mind went into overload. Oh well, enough Q&A—on with the show! Down the hill out of sight Dory and Vance stripped off their clothes. Ally marveled at Dom's mind work—having the two teens be "aware" of their surroundings and what was going on—and unaware of Allison's presence. They, too, though, were "aware" that their minds were being besieged upon by the works of an EMAD. The two teens were not embarrassed to be naked in the other's presence. Nakey in public, though, was another matter—and naked in the presence of their sibling AND their sibling's friend was something else, as well. But they had no choice. Vance stood gallantly before the naked Abby, circle jerking proudly. Dory lay on her backside on her clothes, legs open, fingering her fresh fucked gash while naked Addam stood before getting a better view of her than he did through his super spy scope! Abigail placed her little fingers about her brother's staff and helped in the jerking. It only caused the horny teen to escalate his joy and spew fresh hot teen spunk onto the sweet girl's face. With Abby not of her own will, she did not react as she normally would (ewewew!) Young Addam went down on his sister, laying his body on her—his puddling against her cunt. The fucking commenced soon afterward with sister Dory 80 percent against the deed. What was the sexual draw of the remaining 20 percent was the touch of the skin, disregarding the fact that it was her brother, disregarding the fact that it was a near eight-year-old boy, they were in public, and in mixed company. Dom was able to unravel that under certain secure conditions then, Dory might—MIGHT submit sexually with her brother; the percentage of acceptance increased as the boy's age increased. If he were say ten, eleven, or better yet twelve, then she would almost fifty percent readily have willing sex with him—so long as he wrapped his dick first. Dory clutched her brother's ass, squeezing the soft warm cheeks as he grinded against her—in her. The girl got into it and it was all good. Little Addam was oblivious for the most part—only to be aware of the fact that he WAS screwing his sister at the last. For Vance, Abigail sucked his cock (after she got a face fuck). When his dick was back to full stiff mode the little girl laid out on her clothes with her legs wide open. The teenage horn dog went down on her licking happily in the full knowledge that it WAS his sister he was eating out but somewhat oblivious to the fact that it was so public and his girlfriend was right behind him. Vance enjoyed his tonguing of Abby's poon, he got into it and preferred it over tonguing out Dory's cunt 'cause it was hairy. The sensation of smooth skin was tantalizing—very tantalizing. In no way, though, was Vance going to penetrate Abby's cunt. He did splatter his cum all over her pussy and that was ok. Afterwards, while he "rested" Allison jumped in cleaning the spunk from Abby's cunt as well as Vance's prong. Thereafter, she laid out herself to receive the horndog's "dog" and that was good. Damn good. With Dory on her hands and knees, her young brother who had been dwelling in her poon for some time, swatted her. Bare handed five nice hard boy smacks. Then it was Abigail's turn. Her efforts left a little to be desired. Vance took his turn and then oblivious to them all, Allison took her turn. Then, all stepped up to the ass of Dory and seemingly made anal intrusion. It was weird—way weird. It seemed like Ally WAS with a dick and WAS making entry. She could just about SEE a cock in her hand—Dom's cock. It was weird—way weird. But she made the effort and to Dory it seemed as if though she were being pegged, too. Ally "humped" and did herself feel something—as if SHE were the one with the dick. The feelings Dom were experiencing were transferred to his Host. It was unique and Ally somewhat got the inside skinny on male horniness. After fucking his all and then some, young Addam took his turn plugging his sister's shitter. Young Abby assumed the doggie style position and Dom went down on her, licking her ass, ass-hole, then fingering said hole until he was primed and ready. Abby whined some but accepted the schlong invading her asshole anyways—she didn't have a choice. The girl grabbed up handfuls of sand as the penetration was made—but there was no actual "cock" per se doing the penetrating. But close counts… Ally felt the release of orgasm. For the scant few seconds of orgasmic explosion it was intense—more than. There were no words she could think of to describe the intensity of the ten-second orgasm. It had reached a pivotal apex, there was a shuddering body wide, and then a sudden explosion of unique sexual feelings she could only possibly compare to her own orgasms. Then there was the sudden plummeting that ended it all. 'Everyday—in the morning (when possible and can assuredly get away with it) you will suck your brother's cock.' Dory slowly nodded her head accepting the new decree in her life. 'Everyday, you will suck your brother's cock.' Same deal applied as above—when applicable, possible, and assurance of security—Abigail would gleefully wrap her sweet lips around her brother's pole and suck him off. 'Everyday, you will lick your sister's cunt.' 'Everyday, you will lick your sister's cunt.' Vance and Addam nodded their heads that they understand. And at least once a day when possible, Addam would "hook-up" with his sister and fuck her. And if possible, would do the same to Abigail. Dory would service Vance's prong, suck his balls and drain his dick. 'Anything you want to add?' Allison mulled it over then transferred her thoughts to Dom. 'Good one.' 'Ahem, everyday, you will spank your sister's ass; and when she is at the point where she can't stand it (or in visible distress) fuck her asshole.' 'Something for the girls?' Ally smiled and... 'Everyday, you will squat over your brother's face, and pee on him!' The trek home was uneventful—surprisingly. Allison had a lot to think over and her Invader had apparently gone to sleep. Once home Ally took a long hot soak in the tub then crashed on her bed. She awoke only when there was the need to pee. After a good long pee her stomach growled "FEED ME!" Merging into the hallway she saw her parents' bedroom door open askew. Pausing shortly first she then moved stealthfully across to the door to peer in. 'That son-of-a-bitch!' On the bed was her step-Daddy with precious little Ashley on him. He was dressed, but Ashley's had a skirt outfit on, the skirt was hiked up over her waist and her lavender panties were down at her knees. Dan's hand lightly caressing the girl's bare ass. 'Hmmm,' mulled Dom, 'where's that camera?' The Plan was to have Allison an unwilling participant in Dan Thomas' naughty pursuit of sexual conquest of her body. Ally was only partially enthused by the deed but if it would for certainty get the bastard out of the house—then she was for it. Sort of. On the camera was depicted young thirteen-year-old Allison Carleen Franklin-Thomas. She was naked and secured to a bed via leather restraints; her mouth was gagged, her legs were splayed out also secured at the ankles to the bed frame. Step-Daddy Dan was naked eating her pussy out. Minutes later and he was on top of her, the camera zooming in to show actual penetration of his cock into her pussy. It went all the way in and went pounding for four minutes before cumming off. Gobs and gobs of his cum rivered out of her pussy. Dan then slid up her body, dragging his wicked cock against her, dragging his balls, all the way up to her titties where he titty fucked her until he was hard again. When hard again, he removed the gag from her mouth and made her suck him. It was clear that Allison wasn't willing, she was in a fright, shook and tried not to accept the hellish demonic dong but had no choice. All the way into her mouth it went and two minutes later she was sputtering his cum. But wait! There's more!A new scene on the camera had Allison across her own bed being spanked. Firstly by bare hands and then a leather belt. Dan was nude, too. After bringing Ally to extreme distress, he promptly stuffed her with his cock and fucked for five minutes, continuing to spank her all the while. The scene cut out in a fade to reveal another new scene—this one simply Ally on her knees, hands tied behind her back, naked, with naked Dan before her jacking off onto her face. When her face was literally coated in his cum, he face-fucked her and made her suck his cock. Gobs of cum stains also adorned little Ashley, from her pussy to her sweet angelic face—gobs and gobs of her Daddy's cum coated her. Dan also was seen with his manhood into the little girl's mouth, filling her mouth until she was gagging and cum was shooting out of her nostrils. Turning the child over, positioning her on her hands and knees, Daddy Dan licked out her asshole, spanked her—but not hard, then probed her hole with his finger before poking it with his cock. Mike was involved, too—showering with an obviously mind-blitzed Allison AND Ashley. Both men peed on the girls as well as took turns sodomizing Allison (while still in the shower.) And while still in the shower—for added shock value; the two men showered each other, played with the other's cock, and then sucked one another off. (Allison wasn't too into that last bit—it grossed her out. But she understood the "shock value" thing and let it be.) The use of the EMAD was prevalently seen to be in use as naked Allison and Ashley slurped Dan's schlong, his balls, and received copious amounts of his jiz all over the faces and bodies. Dan and Mike double-teamed Allison. Mike put his face into Ashley's butt and licked-licked-licked until he was orgasming. He showered the mind-blitzed child with his cum—all over her ass, pussy, and then her face. And Allison, also with an apparently blitzed mind, licked the cum off the child in those places. According to the time stamp on the camera—it was a daily thing for the girls—to suck Dan's cock before going to school. Dan's manly member creamed the girls all the while, apparently while their Mother was asleep in her bed. All the naughty action taking place in the kitchen. Each girl in turn took Dan's cock, worked it, sucked it, sucked his balls, and got a face full of ejaculate for their troubles. Then, stripping off their clothes, pajamas or regular day clothes, they laid out on the breakfast table, legs open. Dan licked out their young cunnies then put his cock into Allison—just up against Ashley's pussy, though. Allison soon began to complain to her mother of headaches. Ashley complained of nightmares but couldn't describe them. Then one fine day with the family home, Allison was helping her Mom clean her room—the parental unit room. It was, of course, instigated by Dom's influence. Allison had queried to Dom why not simply implant images of Dan molesting instead of the manner in which she had to degrade herself. 'Evidence.' Hard evidence was needed for the conviction. Ah. While cleaning behind the large dresser, Allison pulled out for her Mom to see a high-tech camera tucked behind the dresser in a special hidden compartment. Allison turned the unit on as her Mom approached, having never seen the camera before. Allison shrieked and dropped the camera, backing up. She coulda been an actress! She fell against the wall, trembling in shocked fear; her Mom picked up the camera and stared hard at the first scene on the camera's 3-inch view screen: naked Dan with his cock in Ashley's mouth. Allison's Mom lost her ability to breathe. She clicked the button to advance to the next still shot, finding her bio daughter tied up and naked with Dan straddling her, cum shooting out of his dick splattering onto her face. In the next scene, Ally was still tied up, gagged, turned on her side so as Dan and his friend Mike could double-team her. The next scene had Dan's dick in Allison's cunt while Mike had his dick in Ashley's mouth. Bad timing on Dan's part. He came in to see what the shrieking was about, and Carol, Ally's Mom, flew into a rage unknown to mankind. The rage was so fierce that the man was pushed out into the hallway and then sent hurling down the stairs. 'Call the cops, NOW!' Dom suggested. Carol was too pissed to care if her new hubby was alright; he was alive as he lay at the bottom of the stairs, twitching, moaning, with a couple fractures here and a couple fractures there. At the top of the stairs, Carol lost it, collapsing to the floor, freaking out in place. It scared Allison—this may have gone too far. In a way, it had, but too late to fix. Cops and news media had descended upon the Thomas home, and it was a done deal. The broken body of Dan Thomas was carted away to the hospital—never to be seen by public eyes again. (Mike, too, was promptly and quickly arrested to join him.) Carol and the girls went to a different hospital. It was chaos for a few days; doctors, exams, counseling, and settling down to accept what had happened. Ashley fared decently, she only had mild vague images of the abuse, it was assumed that she was the most heavily under the influence of drugs and the EMAD. Allison recalled it all but had gaps in places. For a time, she had to continue to "play" along and despise her Mom; it was the psychological thing to do. They remained hospitalized and then in a special home before going home. On the night before they were to go home—Allison was up in the bathroom for her nightly pee. She detested taking the various prescribed drugs to help her sleep and be less psychotic over her ordeal. She had to hold herself together to keep the "truth" to herself. After her pee, she stood facing the mirror. And for the first time—she saw just herself. 'Dom?' There was no answer. 'Oh shit.' Dom was gone.

Part V

Authors/Bootscooter/AugMoone Bk7 Chptr 38.txt

Clement Clarke Moore, Mutilated by Mr Slot

('Twas the Night Before Christmas)

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, Came the sounds of pants zipping and the tearing of blouse. Clothes hung from the rafters with nary a care, And the sound of heavy breathing soon filled the air. The crack of a whip, a slap and a spank, It was soon pretty clear this was not just a wank. Their moaning grew louder, when all of a sudden, A noise from outside, a shout, then some thudding. The couple ran to the window, threw wide the curtains, Then opened the panes to the sounds of loud cursing. There on the lawn lay a man dressed in red, Swearing profusely and clutching his head. Around him lay all sorts of things in small heaps, Dildos and vibrators, an inflatable sheep. Cock rings and buzzers, butt plugs and lube, There were even some nipple clamps attached to one shoe. The man leaned out the window, his senses alert, "Oi you, on the lawn, what're you up to you pervert?" The stranger looked up, and brushed grass from his hair, Then gathered his thoughts and said with a glare. "I'm Jolly Saint Nick, the great Christmas Father, And I'll tell you one thing, it's pussy I'm after. I heard you two humping as I passed your abode, So I peeked through your window and near shot my load. I couldn't believe the things you were doing, You bring a new meaning to the old art of screwing. So I thought to myself, as I stood there just ogling, I wonder if they'd care if I gave her a good rogering. I'd sneak up behind her, and without too much fussing, I'd whip out some ropes and set about trussing. To the bedpost I'd tie her, her breasts slowly heaving, Her legs would be spread, to me she'd be pleading. She'd beg for my mercy, she'd plead for her life, Then she'd catch sight of my manhood, and forget she's a wife. My cock is impressive, its length is immense, It's as thick as post you would use in a fence. I'd unleash my monster, and advance on my prey, She could only lie speechless, there'd be nothing to say. And then as I entered her, she would moan and then sigh, I'd bring her great pleasure, on my wings she would fly. She'd call out my name, again and again, To be totally honest, I'd ruin her for men. She would not want another, after she's had me just once, Their pleas would be useless, she'd not change her stance. And so I must ask you, do you dare take a chance, Will let me inside, so your wife I could lance?" The couple just stared at this short bearded fellow, Then the wife nudged her husband and asked him to follow. Back into their bedroom they both did retreat, The wife looked at her husband, their eyes they did meet. "Do we dare let him in, do you think he is truthful, Is he really that big, is he more than a handful?" The husband looked thoughtful, then a gleam caught his eye, "We've got nothing to lose, let's give it a try." So they invited him in, to their bedroom they lead him, The wife's only regret, they had no fresh linen. The bed was a mess from their passion unfettered, They'd been rough with the whips, the sheets had been shredded. The wife got undressed and climbed onto the ruin, The husband stood by, he felt something brewing. The fellow in red trussed the woman securely, Then slowly undressed, almost demurely. He took off his shirt, his great belly jiggled, Then took hold of his pants, and from them he wiggled. "Behold my great majesty," he said to his conquest, Her response was confusing, she looked unimpressed. "What's wrong with you woman?" asked the fat little fellow, "Don't realise my size would cause you to bellow?" "It's not a bad shape," said the woman nonplussed, "But my husband's is bigger, for yours I'm not fussed." The fat man looked round, saw the husband was giggling, Then he fled into the night, let's face it, he's scarpering. The pair chortled quietly, then laughed with great gusto, They'd not laughed so hard since that time up in Barstow. The man looked at his wife, then got an idea, The bonds that she wore had caused him to leer. "I'll take you myself," said the man as he neared, "I'll hump you much harder than some shrimp with a beard." So they fucked and they sucked, groping and humping, Their bed couldn't stand it, and collapsed from the pumping. And then they were finished, at last satisfied, And never once knew that on them we spied. So let's leave our dear couple, let them pass from your sight, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. The End

Authors/mr_slot/christmas.txt

Archer

Firefly: Through the Vents

'Wheee,' River thought with a smile on her face as she slid down one of the many vent shafts running through Serenity. 'You have so many fun places in you, Serenity.' "There is more fun up ahead," River heard in her head. "Of a different variety." "Okay!" River said back as she eagerly began to crawl forward. She pretty much always listened to what the voices said, especially now that she had them more under control. 'Up ahead, up ahead we go. Up ahead is the engine room, maybe Kaylee wants to play a game of some sort.' "Something like that," the voice said back with a grin. River continued to crawl forward. She could hear sounds up ahead, maybe they could play hide and seek. She knew of this place in the bridge where she could get... 'Wait, voices don't grin.' 'Careful, slowly, silently, NINJA TIME!' River slowly slid her head over the opening of the vent so she could peek down inside. Kaylee and Simon were pressed up against each other, their lips locked. 'Wrestling... no, no, Kaylee just took Simon down, he wouldn't go down like that if they were wrestling,' River pondered as the couple she was watching slid to the ground, continuing to explore each other's mouths, their hands beginning to rove over each other's bodies. 'Kaylee and Simon kissing in the engine room KISSI... Kaylee and Simon kissing on the floor KIS... Kaylee and Simon kissing on a space ship traveling through space at full burn on their destination to Whitefall to pick up some supplies, of which will include illegal cargo, that will then be shipped back across the galaxy KI... hmmm none of those sound quite right.' 'They sure aren't wearing very many clothes... well, it is really hot.' Below her, Simon and Kaylee continued their aggressive kissing. Kaylee had grabbed Simon's hands, pulling them to her body. Finally getting the hint, he began to allow them to explore her body, eventually settling on her large, firm breasts, squeezing each individually while lightly teasing her nipples. Not content to be left out of the exploring game, Kaylee reached her hands down, freeing Simon's cock and began to lightly jerk on it. 'What's she doing with that...' River wondered as she leaned forward. As her head passed out of the pipe, she was suddenly hit with a sudden vision, being overloaded with images.River grabbed her hair, pushing her into her pussy, much like Kaylee had done with Simon only moments before. She threw her legs over Kaylee's back, holding her even more in position as she raised her hand, beckoning her brother to come over. Simon was standing there, watching the two girls go at it. The scene was getting his cock hard again, faster than he would have ever anticipated after coming twice. Kaylee seemed to be getting into it, her lower body beginning to rock back and forth as she drove her tongue in and out of River. The sight of her ass swaying back and forth and his sister's beckoning call were enough for him to leave his voyeuristic position and move over to join them. He positioned his cock at the entrance to her very hot pussy, teasingly holding it there for a second, before he reached up and grabbed Kaylee's shoulders, pulling her back as he thrust himself forward. Kaylee let out an ear-piercing scream that would have alerted the whole ship if it wasn't for the loud noise of the engines muffling it. Her body arched in sudden pleasure as her cunt was suddenly filled and then was just as quickly pulled back down as River grabbed hold of her head, bringing her back to her pussy. Kaylee suddenly found herself a fuck toy between the two siblings as Simon tried to pull her back onto his cock and River tried to get her tongue further into her pussy. River locked her legs together behind Kaylee's back as a nasty thought entered her mind: 'Well, Kaylee didn't have any problems hiding what was happening to Simon earlier...and turnabout is really, really hot.' Leaning forward so only Simon could hear her, she said, "You should fuck her ass." "Really?" Simon said, surprised. "You sure that is what she wants?" "Absolutely, you know how big a slut she is," River replied. "Just make sure you keep fingering her cunt, and she will love it." Simon shrugged his shoulders, as River knew he would. He pulled his cock out of Kaylee's pussy, her moans of disappointment quickly stopped by his probing finger stroking her clit. "Kaylee," River told her friend when she saw Simon moving his cock towards her ass. "Get ready because Simon is going to fuck your ass now." River held Kaylee's head firm with her arms and legs as the other young woman made an attempt to protest as Simon began to slowly stretch her ass open by pushing his cock into her. River felt her body tremble in orgasm as she came, watching her brother assfuck Kaylee, her cunt spasming juices across Kaylee's face and mouth. As River came, it gave Kaylee a moment to get free, but it had turned out River was right, and she was absolutely loving it. "You are a devious slut, River," Kaylee murmured to her friend as she crawled up her body, Simon slamming his cock into her ass, helping push her forward, stopping only briefly to lick her small breasts. River didn't bother with a verbal reply as she kissed her friend deeply when she had finished her journey of trailing kisses up her torso. She wrapped her long legs around Kaylee so that they were touching Simon, allowing River and Kaylee to grind their pussies together. Simon once again found himself on the brink. This was his first time fucking someone's ass, and Kaylee's was wonderfully tight. But what was driving him to cum so quickly was the sight of watching his sister and lover make out with each other, their lips locked together as their breasts, one pair large, another small, rubbed against each other. He was pounding his cock as hard into Kaylee as he could, just to drive the two girls closer together. "Shit..." Simon muttered, using a rare swear word. "I am going to cum again." He pulled his cock out, beginning to jerk it with his hand, as he moved away, taking out the balance for Kaylee. She, and River along with her, awkwardly tumbled out of the hammock. Not to be denied by the awkward situation, River took advantage of it. Putting one arm around Kaylee and bringing them up so they were on their knees, faces pushed together, looking up at Simon. "Simon... please cum all over us." Simon obliged his sister's request, his cock one more time exploding, this time not in a mouth but instead shooting another load of cum across Kaylee's and River's faces, the two girls then turning to each other to lick the other clean of Simon's cum. A few minutes later, River had climbed back into the hammock. Much more gently now, Simon and Kaylee were again rocking against each other on the floor. 'Kaylee and Simon, fucking in the engine room... yeah, that sounds a lot better,' River thought pleasantly as she drifted off to sleep.

Authors/Archer/Firefly Through the Vents.txt

Telephoneman

Blind Date

'Please, Dad!' My son pleaded. 'Do your own dirty work,' I replied for the fifth or sixth time. 'It's not my fault. It's Tess's. As usual,' He moaned. Tess was his older sister, and as was usual with my eldest child, she was trying to organize his life for him, whether he appreciated it or not. This time, she had arranged a blind date for her single brother and had bullied him into agreeing to meet one of the sisters of a work colleague of Tess. I could hear her oft-repeated excuse for her meddling. 'He's twenty-five and needs a woman in his life.' Steve and I agreed with Tess in that a girlfriend would be a nice addition to his life, but where we disagreed was her role in the process. 'I forgot Stoke were at home tonight,' He continued moaning. 'Stoke' was Stoke City FC, his main passion. I was not too surprised he'd forgotten; when Tess 'persuaded' people, they soon became so bewildered that they could easily forget their own names, never mind anything else, plus our local football team rarely played on a Friday evening. At first, he was just going to stand the poor girl up, but I wouldn't hear of that. I insisted he turn up, even if it was to explain that it was all a mistake. Steve was too much of a coward for that, and it also meant that he would have to miss the start of the match. Instead, my son was trying to talk me into meeting the girl and apologizing for him. 'You usually go down the Museum on a Friday anyway, and that's almost in "castle,"' He explained, as if I didn't know. Our nearest town was 'castle,' short for Newcastle-Under-Lyme, not the famous Newcastle of the Geordies in the North East, but a small town at the north edge of the English Midlands. My weekly visit to the Museum wasn't the cultural event it sounds, as the Museum is the name of my local pub and lies just on the outskirts of Newcastle's town centre. Eventually, I gave in and agreed to meet his blind date and offer his apologies. To be truthful, I did feel just a little sorry for him because even I knew how hard it was to stand up to my daughter at the best of times, never mind when she considered that she was 'helping' you. 'You owe me big style!' I cried after him as he ran out the house just in case I had a change of heart. 'Cheers, Dad! I won't forget!' I laughed inwardly. Steve will have forgotten before he reached his car. Ten minutes later, I rang his mobile phone. I could almost hear his sigh from here as he realized who it was. 'You haven't changed your mind, have you, Dad?' He asked dejectedly. 'No! But a name and place where you're supposed to meet might prove useful,' I said, laughing at his discomfort and our mutual forgetfulness. Steve laughed too. 'Sorry, Dad! I suppose you're right, although the idea of you walking around town asking girls if they're waiting for a blind date has a certain appeal to it.' 'Don't push it,' I said more sternly than I felt, as his comment was typical of our family's sense of humor. Steve then told me that the girl's name was Mandy, and he was supposed to be meeting her below the Clock Tower in the high street. She was tall with long blonde hair and would be wearing a red top. Not much, he admitted, but it was all he knew. Ninety minutes later, I was standing below the said Clock Tower looking for a young woman that met Steve's description of Mandy. A few matched the tall blonde bit, but none stopped long enough to warrant approaching. The only woman who was hanging around was quite petite with long dark hair, although she did have a red top on. She was also obviously waiting for someone, so after ten minutes, I tentatively approached her. 'Mandy?' I asked. She looked up at me; I was nearly a foot taller, and said, 'Steve?' The question in her voice echoed my own. 'No, but I am here on his behalf,' I explained. 'Ah! That explains why I didn't think it was you,' She said, her voice now strong and confident. 'I'm Claire.' She saw the puzzlement in my face and went on with a small laugh. 'I'm here on behalf of Mandy.' We talked for a few minutes, with me explaining who I was and truthfully why I was there and not my son. Claire laughingly told me that she was here for almost the same reason; Mandy didn't have anywhere else to go, but felt that she too had been bullied by HER sister into meeting Steve. Mandy was a shy girl who had a thing for another man, and although she had yet to do anything about it, she did not want to spoil her chances by being seen with someone else. She had been stood up in the past and did not like it at all, so she had no intention of doing it to someone else and had persuaded Claire to come in her place. 'Why you?' I asked. 'First, I'm unattached, and secondly, Mandy knows that I have a mind of my own and that I'm quite capable of telling a man to "piss off" if that's what's required,' she smiled before adding, 'and it usually is.' I returned her smile, but I was old enough and, I believe, wise enough to know when to keep my mouth shut, besides I was not too old to remember what young men are like around attractive women, so the comment was probably well warranted. 'So what were you hoping for tonight?' I asked, more to make conversation than the desire to know. 'Hoping for? I suppose a nice meal with good conversation and an attractive man to look at,' She answered with a grin. 'What I expected was some lout, looking for a quick lay, for the least outlay.' Once again, I found it difficult to argue with her expectations, but was compelled to try and defend my sex. 'I'm sure some men are like that, but I'm sure Stephen isn't.' As I spoke, I saw Claire's eyebrows rise, so I corrected myself, because I actually thought my son was just like that. 'OK! He's not that bad.' I was enjoying talking to this young woman, so I decided to prove that some men were honorable, if not many young ones, and of course, prolong our conversation. 'I'll tell you what,' I began, 'how about two of your hopes instead of your expectations?' 'Sorry?' Claire responded, unclear as to my meaning. 'As an apology for my sex, I will supply you with your nice meal, and I hope I can provide reasonably stimulating conversation, but the handsome face to look at will have to depend on who's sitting at the next table.' This time, she laughed properly, lighting up her eyes. Without hesitation, she said, 'you're on.' We swiftly agreed that a Thai restaurant a few minutes' walk away was the ideal choice, so we set off. Playing the gentleman to the hilt, I offered my arm to Claire and was surprisingly pleased when she hooked her own arm through it with another laugh. 'I've never done this before,' she commented, indicating our linked arms, 'it makes me feel a real lady.' I turned and smiled at her. 'Deservedly so! For the rest of the night, that's exactly how you will be treated.' The smile I received was enough to make my evening, and I still had the meal to look forward to. Obviously, by now, I had also looked at Claire as a woman. As I said earlier, she was slimly built, about 5' 5" tall with long, almost black hair, held away from her face with a silver hair clip. Her lower legs were shapely, but her knee-length coat prevented better inspection. Her eyes were grey/green and quite large for her elfin face, which itself was beautiful and adorned with minimal makeup. I felt extremely proud to have this young lady on my arm when we entered the restaurant. My one complaint was that no one I knew witnessed the scene. Inside, I continued the gallantry, pulling her chair back for her and standing whenever she did. The removal of her coat enabled me to further appreciate her, this time the shapely figure enhanced by a subtly patterned black blouse tucked into a simple black skirt. A slender red belt, color-coded to her lipstick, emphasized her equally slender waist. I also loved the way her hair flowed about her as she moved. The overall effect was pure femininity. I was amazed that she was unattached. On the whole, it was a good meal made memorable by the company. I could easily see why good conversation was high on her wish list, for she reveled in it; agreeing and disagreeing with equal passion. She listened as well as she talked; a rare combination. A number of times, Claire's laughter and beauty would bring me an envious look from some other man in the restaurant. After ten years of the single life and almost six of complete celibacy, a topic that amused Claire no end, I remembered just how good a woman's company could be. OK! I wasn't kidding myself about any relationship, but I did bask in her reflected glory. Our conversation touched briefly on Mandy and Stephen and what we both believed they were missing, but I knew, as I'm sure Claire did, that if either or both had been in our places, then it was unlikely to have worked out as well. One of the reasons Stephen had capitulated was because he was told Mandy was blonde with big tits. For all her beauty, I knew he wouldn't have looked twice at Claire - his loss.A few times during the evening, I almost reached for her hand, as if we were on a real date, but each time I managed to restrain myself. It was as close as I got to overstepping the mark. I learned some, but by no means all, about my delightful young dining partner. She was twenty-six, almost thirty years my junior, single through choice and with no current boyfriend. Although she'd mentioned that when we'd first met, I found that, unjustly, I was pleased about the last snippet. She lived at home with her widowed mother and worked as a graphic designer. When, eventually, we left our table, I insisted on paying, and it was only when I explained that I could put it through my company as an expense that she finally agreed to let me. I was delighted when, reaching the street, Claire immediately hooked her arm through mine as we headed towards her car. I desperately wanted to ask her out again, but was well aware of the huge age difference. I didn't want to make a fool of myself nor embarrass Claire, after all, she had given me no hint of being anything other than passing friends during the evening, so I decided to keep quiet rather than risk spoiling the evening. I would leave our relationship to my fantasies. As we approached her car, it occurred to me that I was walking slightly differently; I was standing more upright and had my chest, if not actually puffed out with pride, then pretty close. Once more, I was relishing accompanying this attractive, and as I had by then discovered, intelligent, young woman. We talked for a long time at her car, as if neither of us wanted to end the unexpected delight of the meeting. Finally, after thanking me yet again for paying for the meal, Claire reached up and pecked my cheek before getting into her car. She started the engine of her Mazda MX5, a typically young woman's car, opened the window, and said, "Next time the meal's on me!" She was watching my eyes closely as her words sank in, or to be more precise, two of the words sank in, "Next time." When it did, she simply smiled and drove off, leaving me standing there with my jaw dropped and mouth wide open. The walk back home was a daze; dare I even hope for something more than an occasional meal with Claire. As usual, I dissected my thoughts and analyzed them individually. The first thing I worked out was that my main attraction to Claire was NOT sexual. I had been without for long enough to know that. I knew that I had a physical attraction, but no more than I'd had for many other women over the last few years, and I'd had little inclination to pursue them. For a reason all my self-probing couldn't fathom, I just wanted to be with her, where was irrelevant. As per usual in my life's dealings with the fairer sex, I had absolutely no idea what Claire thought or wanted. I was confident enough in her to believe that she wanted to see me again, but the when and especially the why, totally escaped me. A sleepless night left me none the wiser, so I decided to play it cool, or at least attempt to. Of course, I failed miserably. Every time the phone went, I dropped whatever I was doing and rushed to it. Logic told me that Claire didn't know my number, but it didn't stop me hoping. Typically, I had calls from every Tom, Dick, and Harry that morning. The only one of those numerous callers worth listening to was my daughter phoning to check on Steve and Mandy's evening out. Initially, she was mad at her brother for chickening out, but became at first, amused, and finally hysterical with laughter when I explained Mandy's substitution and the following events. I must admit to not mentioning just how much I'd enjoyed myself. My daughter gave me enough stick as it was without me providing more ammunition. An hour later, I related the story once more when my son eventually managed to rise, with a similar mocking response. Stephen reckoned I owed him for 'fixing me up,' as he called it. We laughingly agreed to disagree on that. The rest of the day passed without note, and come the evening, I began to think that Claire had, in the light of a new day, had second thoughts. Sunday passed the same, and by now, I was sure that I would not hear from Claire. I was sad about it, but not upset, as I could not blame the young woman for not following up a date that wasn't, with a man twice her own age. I awoke on Monday morning with my mind half-filled with the cherished memory of Friday, believing that was all I would have of Claire. At work, as at home, I have a reputation for taking the proverbial; it is just my sense of humor, I suppose, so that day, not being prepared to give my colleagues an easy chance to rag me, I kept quiet about Friday and, when asked about the weekend, I claimed it had been as dull as ever, which was true if you did not count Friday as the weekend. I got home, late as usual, to find my daughter and son sitting waiting for me. For my son, this was normal, he lived with me after all, but my daughter, I rarely saw her during the working week. Before I had even had time to remove my coat, Tess showed why she was there. 'What did you actually do, Dad?' She asked. 'Do?' I asked back, puzzled by her appearance and the question. 'Yes! Do?' She repeated impatiently. 'On Friday!' She explained, seeing that I still had no idea what she meant. It took a few moments to realize that she was talking about Friday evening and Claire. The first thing that went through my mind, perhaps helped by my daughter's insistent question, was, 'had Claire complained that I had done something to her?' Before I could think more about that, I automatically defended myself. 'Do! I did nothing. I didn't even touch her,' I exclaimed a little too loudly. Tess looked exasperated, and Steve was laughing, but he managed to explain. Unlike his sister, and probably because he was male, he didn't assume that I instinctively knew what was in his mind. 'Don't worry, Dad. Nobody is saying you did,' he was still laughing and did so even more when he looked at Tess and added, 'and I don't think she would have complained if you had.' Tess too, seemed to find this amusing. 'So what's this all about?' I demanded. After working all day, I was not really in the mood for riddles. Tess calmed down a little and said, still smiling, 'Apparently Claire has not shut up about you all weekend. According to Jen, Claire reckons you're the best thing since sliced bread.' 'Jen! And who is Jen?' I asked. 'Jen is Mandy's sister, the one I work with, you know, the one who helped set up Friday night.' Tess then had a little laugh. 'Although, of course! That was supposed to be between Steve and Mandy, not you and Claire. Anyway! Jen reckons that Claire reckons that you're the nicest man she's ever met.' She looked at me, then, with a grin, continued, 'Which of course just means she doesn't really know you yet. That, or she's only known complete bastards.' 'Cheers!' I said, but for the first time since arriving home, I was actually smiling. 'Anyway, Dad,' Stephen chimed in, 'just what did you do to have such an impact on her?' 'Yes, Dad! What did you do?' asked Tess too. 'Nothing special! We just went for a meal and talked.' 'It must have been more than that,' complained Tess. 'Not really; when we first met, she complained about men being after only one thing,' I looked at Stephen, and he just grinned inanely, 'so, I did make an effort to treat her like a lady.' 'Whatever it was really worked,' Tess said. 'When are you seeing her again?' 'I don't know,' I answered honestly. 'You ARE seeing her again?' My daughter half asked, half demanded. 'I don't know,' I repeated. 'Do you want to?' Tess asked, serious for a change. Before I could reply, my son said with another grin, 'Of course he does, Sis, you should have seen his face Saturday, it was like the cat that got the cream.' I thought for a moment, not whether I wanted to see Claire again, I already knew that, but whether I wanted my kids to know. I knew their amusement was not spiteful, so I decided on the truth. 'Yes, I would like to see her again. However, she is a bit young for me or I'm too old for her, whichever way you look at it.' 'So are you going to ring her?' Tess demanded to know. 'Difficult, as I don't have her number,' I answered sheepishly. My two children looked up at the ceiling, then at each other before simultaneously saying, 'Parents!' Tess immediately took her phone out and dialed a number from her phone's memory. 'Hi Jen!' She began, 'Have you got Claire's number?' She waited a few moments, then said, 'OK! Talk to you in a few minutes.' I looked hard at Tess and asked, 'Are you sure you don't mind? Claire is younger than you, you know.' 'Cradle snatcher!' was her reply. A few seconds later, the tune to 'The Addams Family' filled the air, signifying that her mobile was ringing. Tess grabbed a pen from the shelf and started scribbling on an old envelope. 'Thanks Jen! I'll ring you back when I get home.' 'Give me your mobile!' my bossy child ordered. I complied, expecting her to enter what I assumed to be Claire's number into my phone's memory. This she did, then immediately rang the number, listened until a reply was heard, then handed the phone back to me. As soon as I'd stuttered a grunt that was close to 'Hello!' Tess grabbed her brother's arm and pulled him out of the room, shutting the door behind them. 'Hello! Who is this?' Claire's voice asked confidently. 'It's David!' I replied, my spirits rising at the sound of her voice. 'Oh hi! I'm glad you called,' Claire said; her words lifting my spirit yet higher, then adding with a smile in her voice, 'you took your time though! I was beginning to think you didn't want to.'I then had to explain my doubts and worries, all of which were laughed away by Claire. Finally, she, somehow, got me to admit just how much I did want to see her again. I think she was rather surprised, as she went very quiet. So quiet in fact I thought I'd blown my chance of seeing her again. When she did speak, she made no mention of it. 'So what made you change your mind and ring me then?' is what she did say. I explained my homecoming reception and Tess's actions in getting her number. 'Oh damn!' I heard Claire say, 'of course you didn't ring; I forgot you didn't have my number. It felt as if we'd known each other so long I never thought about it.' 'Same here,' I admitted. We chatted for another half an hour about absolutely nothing, when during one of my longer listening moments, Tess and Stephen came back in. Seeing I was still on the phone they both grinned and Tess mouthed the question, 'when are you seeing her again?' Sensing that my attention had left her briefly, Claire asked, intuitively, 'are your children back?' I told her they were and after a few more words we agreed to meet on Wednesday evening. When I eventually hung up - acting all teenage by waiting for Claire to hang up first - I felt better than I had in years. Tess, once she knew I was to see Claire again, left with a smug grin. Steve just commented, 'Good on yer, Dad!' and went up to his room. I sat in my favourite chair, only to realize I still had my coat on. I swiftly removed it, hung it up and returned to my comfy chair to contemplate the last half hour or so. Apart from the embarrassment of having my children involve themselves in my private life, everything was good. In fact, I had initially thought 'my sex life' before correcting my own thoughts. For the first time I began to seriously contemplate making love to Claire. I had already fantasized about her but now I was wondering if there was now a chance that something could actually happen. I had now passed beyond fantasy into hope. True, I recognized all the reasons not to, but once in my mind that hope would not leave. Of course the hope also extended beyond mere sex to a proper relationship and I was honest enough with myself to know that, for all the age gap, is what I wanted most, although the erection I was sporting proved physical desire was pretty high too. My arousal was strong enough to need relief, which was provided during a long hot shower. Over the inordinately long next forty-eight hours, I felt like a schoolboy with his first crush, sleeping only in fits and starts and, most unusually for me, my appetite disappeared. Typically, I tried to predict all the possible outcomes, not only for Wednesday itself, but for the short-term future as well (even in my most optimistic scenarios I couldn't see a long-term future for us). It took little effort to work out my behaviour for my 'date'; it would be as before, acting the perfect gentleman. Deciding what I was going to wear proved more difficult until I asked my daughter. Her reply was so typically logical. 'It doesn't matter Dad. You didn't dress up on Friday, besides if she were into 'appearance' in her men then she wouldn't be seeing you. Would she?' So early Wednesday evening, casually dressed, I walked slowly, as I was twenty minutes early, and nervously to the pub where we were to meet. The gentleman part of me had misgivings about meeting her inside a pub, but the twenty-first century woman overrode my objections. I ordered a glass of white wine, not wanting my breath smelling of beer, which was my usual tipple when in a pub; pubs not being noted for the quality of their wines. I sat down facing the door, feeling foolish for being so excited, and waited. To my delight Claire arrived early too, only a couple of minutes but early, wearing the same coat as before, but higher heels making her lovely legs look even better. Swiftly I rose and went to greet her. Her genuine smile on seeing me warmed my heart and helped alleviate most of the butterflies that had been tormenting my stomach. The brief kiss on my lips sent them all back again, this time accompanied by their whole families. 'Hi!' she said in the sweet voice I had rapidly come to love. 'Hi beautiful!' I replied, surprising myself with the confidence in my voice, I'd half expected to splutter. To my further surprise Claire blushed at the compliment. 'I suppose that's one advantage of going out with an old man,' she replied. 'Ah! You mean the compliment,' I grinned. 'No! I mean the poor eyesight,' she laughed. We continued in the same vein for the rest of the evening, laughing and joking as if we'd known each other for years and there was no generation gap separating us. We ate at an Italian restaurant, once more walking to it with linked arms, where Claire insisted on paying. Again her attire was simple and elegant, this time a short-sleeved black dress with a neckline that just showed the merest hint of cleavage, although with her breasts matching the rest of her petite frame Claire was never going to display much in the way of cleavage. It suited me, as, unlike my son, I preferred smaller breasts. Throughout the evening I behaved impeccably, although as we were waiting for coffee I reached across the table to hold Claire's dainty hand. She smiled at my touch and placed her other hand on mine to show me that she approved. It was the first romantic touch that we had shared and I felt my stomach churn as her hand covered mine. The walk to her car was different from Friday's. We had already made plans to see each other again, so this time I didn't need to strut, didn't care if anyone saw us or not, I knew that this fabulous woman was with me, and that I'd be seeing her again, knowledge that was more than enough. At her car I held the door open for her to get in but to my amazement she just pushed it shut and turned to look at me. 'This model behaviour thing can go too far you know!' she stated. 'Do you want to kiss me?' She demanded. Before I could answer, Claire looked at me and in a softer voice answered for me. 'Of course you do. You're just trying to prove that some men can keep their hands to themselves. The problem is that when we have a good man like that, we women don't want him to. Oh! Just kiss me.' I was more than willing to oblige so I leaned back against her car with my legs spread wide and pulled her to me. This way the height difference was marginal and our lips met for the second time. The first kiss of greeting was sweet enough, but now we kissed with a passion that had been simmering for most of the evening. I'd forgotten just how good a kiss can be, not just the taste of her mouth and touch of her tongue against mine, but the physical contact as her body pushed against mine, the smell of her hair; all of this overpowered my senses and left behind just an immense pleasure. When we finally broke off the kiss, we looked closely at each other; both of us a little taken aback by just how much went into that kiss. 'I think I'd better go,' Claire said to my great disappointment. She then cleared my momentary dismay by adding with a grin, 'whilst I still can. It's a good job I'm driving - my legs have gone all wobbly,' she finished with a laugh. 'I know what you mean,' I said meaningfully. 'Thanks for a wonderful evening and you were right as you could probably tell.' 'Right about what?' she asked. 'About me wanting to kiss you! I've been wanting to do that since about an hour after meeting you.' 'It took a whole hour!' she said with simulated disgust. 'I must be losing my touch.' Knowing that she was about to leave and that I wanted to prolong the moment, I took hold of both her hands and gently pulled her to me. With my hands on her slim waist I leaned down to meet her lips. This kiss was as different again as the first, more gentle and loving, softer, our tongues teasing rather than fighting each other, but it was no less pleasurable. Claire eventually pushed herself away. 'It's a good job my Mum's at home or I'd have dragged you back by now,' she laughed. 'You wouldn't have needed to drag me,' I responded. 'True! But I do have to get back. Some of us have to get up early in the morning,' Claire had already mentioned an early morning train she had to catch. 'Okay! I'll let you go.' It was actually another twenty minutes and two further kisses before Claire finally drove off. I walked home, although I'd swear I was floating rather than walking. Apart from a few hours of sleep, I do not a single hour passed without some sort of contact with each other, be it phone, email or text. I finished work early on Friday, so decided I'd have a long soak in the bath before meeting Claire. I shower to keep clean, but I adore the relaxing sensation of a really hot bath. As usual there was little on my mind other than the young woman I was meeting later that evening. It was during that bath that I asked myself if I was already in love with her, was it infatuation or just sheer lust. I swiftly excluded the latter, but the remaining choice was harder. I don't recall ever being infatuated before so I wasn't too clear exactly how infatuation affected people and though I was pretty sure that I was NOT in love I was equally certain that it wouldn't take much to take that fateful step. I knew I should tread carefully, I'd been very badly hurt when my marriage broke up, in fact I wasn't sure that I was fully over that pain, so did I want to risk it again, especially, given the age difference that the risk was so much higher. I had suggested that, being a Friday, we go to a club or music pub, of which Newcastle seems full of these days, but Claire declared that she wasn't really partial to the modern music that blares out in these places.She had suggested a Chinese restaurant about a mile outside of town. It was only a mile or so away and therefore easily within walking distance for me, had a good reputation, and its own car park, so I concurred. Once more, I arrived early for our date, but Claire had beaten me to it. She was waiting in her car and almost ran to me as I crossed the car park. Although it took only a few seconds to reach me, I still had plenty of time to take in her beauty. She was wearing a knee-length black coat, and a skirt or dress underneath, as her fabulous legs were on show. My heart quickened in happiness that this lovely young woman was so happy to see me. We kissed as soon as she reached me, but both of us held back a little, knowing that the evening was only just starting. I remember the food as being excellent that evening, but how much of that was down to my companion rather than the actual food, I'm not sure. The pleasure started as we sat down, with Claire removing her coat, revealing a blood-red blouse and a simple, but short black skirt. Never mind the meal, I wanted to eat my partner. We held hands for most of the evening, apart from when we were making fools of ourselves with chopsticks. We both drank soft drinks, Claire because she was driving; me because I didn't want my memories of her clouded by alcohol. At the end of the meal, as we were waiting for the bill, I asked her, "Where do we go from here?" I knew the question was ambiguous; I had intended it to be. What I really wanted to know is where, if anywhere, our relationship was heading. If that proved embarrassing for Claire, she could answer with a place. She did neither. Instead, she reached into her handbag and removed a toothbrush and held it up in front of me. She had a smile, the warmth of which would have saved the Titanic. I felt a similar warmth flood through me, and when it reached my heart, I knew, without doubt, that I loved this fabulous young woman, not because she was willing to sleep with me, but of the thoughtful way she had let me know. I leaned across the table and kissed her with all the love and tenderness I was feeling. It was a lengthy kiss, and when we pulled apart, I became aware of other people's stares. The kiss was meant as a big thank you, but it also had the advantage of giving my ageing brain a chance to think before I was required to talk. Instinctively, I wanted to tell her that I loved her, but caution prevailed, as I did not want to scare her off as a declaration of love may have done. I swiftly paid the bill and literally swept Claire to her car. Once in the car, we kissed once more, this one took our budding relationship onto the next level. It was soft, yet passionate, the type of kiss that is as much emotional as physical; a kiss that can only occur between two people who care deeply for each other. It told me more about Claire's feelings for me than the toothbrush and its implications ever could. For those brief moments, nothing else mattered beyond the woman in my arms and her soft lips pressed against mine. As I reluctantly pulled away, the words "I Love You!" formed in my mind, but before I could say anything, Claire, as if telepathic, put a finger against my lips and whispered. "Not now, David! Just tell me where you live, and let's go to bed." We drove to my home in silence, but in as much contact as the car and safety would allow. As we approached my front door, I momentarily wondered if Stephen was still at home, but instantly decided I didn't care. If he was, then he didn't make it known as we went straight to my bedroom. Claire chucked the overnight bag she'd retrieved from her car onto the floor and turned to me and opened her arms. Swiftly, I pulled her to me for a kiss and embrace. As desperate as I was to make love to her, I was more intent on doing things right. I wanted to please my young, soon-to-be, lover. Once we were in the bedroom and knew what would be happening, the urgency left us, well, me anyway, I don't think that Claire felt it as much. We kissed, gently, as if we'd been lovers for years, our tongues greeting each other like old friends. Because of the height difference, I pushed Claire to the bed and attempted to lower her softly onto it. Unfortunately, I failed, and we both fell onto it, with me landing heavily on top of my petite partner. We both burst out laughing. I was lying on top of her, my face inches above hers, watching her eyes as the mirth expressed itself. I stopped laughing, suddenly filled with a warmth so strong. I recognized earlier that I loved her, but even I was taken aback at the power of love I was now feeling as I looked down on the young woman beneath me. It was a special moment in our relationship, as Claire, seeing my look, stopped laughing but retained a gorgeous smile, looked back at me, sensing, I think, my thoughts. Once more, I felt the urge to tell her that I loved her, but as daft as it may seem, also felt that this wasn't the right time. I didn't want her to think I was saying it just because we were about to make love. Instead, I kissed her sparkling eyes, then her nose, before taking each lip, in turn, into my mouth, kissing and running my tongue over them. My lips then began teasing her neck and throat, sometimes straying to nibble an earlobe. I undid the top button of her red silk blouse and kissed the flesh that that exposed. The next button followed, and the next, until I was kissing the top of her right breast, exposed by her half-cup bra. My fingers continued to undo the blouse as my mouth worked her small breasts, sucking and biting each nipple through her sexy red bra, selected, I hoped, just for this moment. Her hands released my head to shake off the now superfluous blouse and reached behind to unclip the bra. My mouth left her just long enough for the bra to be snatched away. I wanted to gaze at the perfect mounds that I'd dreamed about, now exposed to me, but Claire had other ideas, pulling my mouth back to her protruding nipple. The pleasure of vision rapidly replaced by that of touch. Whilst my mouth was occupied with her breasts, my hand moved to her leg, just above her knee and below her skirt. I could feel the firmness of her legs but also the hated feel of tights. I rubbed and squeezed, moving my hand to the inside of her thigh, and then moving up under her skirt. My heart was pounding in anticipation when it suddenly beat even faster. My hand had encountered bare skin; she was wearing stockings, not tights. Even with the thrill of feeling her naked thighs, I still thought about the preparation that Claire had put in to make this night special. I loved her the more for it. I lifted my head from her breast to look at her, my eyes and smile showing my appreciation. Her eyes shone with happiness, and for a few moments, nothing else mattered other than the loving kiss I had to give her. The urgency within our bodies permitted that kiss only a few brief seconds before demanding that I return my attention to where I left it; my lips returning to her nipple and my fingers tracing a winding but definite path up her thigh. She opened her legs wider, allowing me to touch the silk smoothness of her panties. That first touch was electrifying. Claire literally jumped off the bed, even though she must have been ready for it. For me, it was the amazing amount of heat emanating through the sheer garment. As I pressed a finger harder against the silken material, I could feel the dampness of her desire. If I was in any doubt of that need, Claire rid it by emitting a long and loud moan of pleasure and pushing my head firmer against the nipple I was sucking. I continued to stimulate her pussy through her panties for a couple of minutes before the desire to explore her properly forced my hand up the few inches it required to find the flesh above those brief panties. My fingers then went down again, this time inside the offending material, relishing the relative coarseness of her pubic hair. Unintentionally, my finger rubbed against her clit, which was already engorged. Once more, Claire jumped and let out an even louder moan. Swiftly, I moved my finger away, that pleasure was for later. I moved it to the heat of her sex. Her pussy lips were wet enough to allow my fingers an easy path to her core. Very slowly, I inserted my middle finger, appreciating the firm grip her intimate muscles had but adoring the effect that I was having on my lover. As my finger reached as far as it could travel, I felt a totally unfair feeling of jealousy. Claire, understandably, was not a virgin; she had not intimated it, but I could not help that fleeting moment of, not anger or true sadness, just a disappointment I suppose, that I would not be the first for her. The feeling lasted no more than a couple of seconds, but I did not like myself for it. I started to move my head down her sexy young body, but suddenly Claire stopped me. She sat up, pushed me onto the bed, and said. "Not yet, darling! It's your turn first." She then began to undo and then remove my shirt as my mind was doing somersaults at her endearment. Once my shirt was off, Claire began on my trousers, swiftly removing them, my boxers, shoes, and socks in one clean movement. Needless to say, but I was rampant, which Claire now turned her attention to. With her delicate hands, she stroked my average-sized manhood to its full splendor, as it was my turn to throw back my head and moan my pleasure. There was a few seconds of cool air on my cock as her hands momentarily left it. As I registered this, I looked up to see Claire removing her panties; she'd had the foresight to wear them over the garter belt. I smiled as I took in her beautiful body, naked from the waist up. She saw me watching and grinned before positioning herself above my head.Slowly, she lowered her hips, offering my mouth her pussy, which I gratefully received. My tongue dived straight into her, following the course my finger had taken moments earlier. My mind was suddenly split in two as first I felt her hand grip my rock-hard cock, followed almost immediately by the wet warmth of her mouth. I both love and hate 'soixante neuf'; I love the closeness, the giving and receiving all in one; I hate my inability to concentrate on both simultaneously. With great effort, I decided to focus on giving Claire her pleasure. I was honest enough to know that I'd be blowing my load within a few seconds otherwise. Gripping her skirt-clad hips, I pulled her further down onto my mouth, sucking her clit between my lips and running my tongue rapidly across it. Her body shook with pleasure and, I think, accidentally she dropped her head, engulfing my whole cock in her mouth and throat. For me, this was a first, and my earlier decision was put on hold as I savored the signals my cock was sending to my already over-stimulated brain. Recognizing that she had the upper hand, Claire's mouth and tongue doubled their efforts, forcing my hips to thrust faster and harder to match them. Despite my wish to please Claire, it was only a few moments before I was spurting into the depths of her throat. How she didn't choke, I have no idea, but truthfully, for those few seconds, I didn't care as my body ruled my brain. I was immediately drained, but knew I had to give Claire the same sort of orgasm that she'd just given me. It took a while before my body was recovered enough to put in my full effort, but in the meantime, I just licked her pussy, tasting her excitement. After that, and without my own stimulation to distract me, I soon had Claire on the verge as I concentrated on her clit, sucking, gently biting, and pressing my tongue hard against it. As I felt my lover's approaching climax, I slid two fingers deep into her and began to bend and straighten them. It was all it took. I could feel her legs spasm as they gripped my head. Claire's orgasm lasted longer than any other I could recall, or it might have just seemed like that trapped between her delicious thighs. The other thing about that moment that will remain embedded in my mind is the overpowering aroma of her excited body. When she eventually came down, she released my head and turned around to lie on top of me. We kissed, the salty taste reminding me of my own earlier pleasure. 'Not bad for an old man!' Claire said, trying to maintain a straight face. I gently slapped her bum, which was still covered with her skirt. 'That the best you can do,' Claire laughed. This time, I slowly lifted her skirt above her waist, stroking and caressing her taut cheeks as I did so. Then, halfway through a caress, I slapped her naked buttock quite hard. I kept my hand cupped so it would sound much worse than it was. 'Pig!' She shouted and began to thump my chest, aping the damsels in distress in all the old films, which might have worked had she not been laughing so loud. My hands hadn't left her firm arse, and as I kneaded and squeezed, my cock began to rise again. 'Pervert as well!' Claire managed to say between her bouts of mirth. I pulled her mouth back to mine, needing my fix of her lips. 'Of course I'm perverted,' I said when we broke the kiss. 'Who else, other than a pervert, and an old one at that, could love a minx like you?' 'So you finally said it,' Claire said, suddenly serious. As soon as I'd said it, I knew that I shouldn't have, but it just seemed so natural. 'I'm sorry,' I began. Claire's eyes showed a gentleness I hadn't seen before. 'What are you sorry for? For loving me or for telling me?' my lover asked. The question took me by surprise. 'For telling you, of course,' I managed to reply. 'But I already knew. I've known for a while!' Then she grinned, 'probably before you did!' I was lost. 'Then why...' I said, and then stopped, not knowing what question I wanted answered. She kissed me quickly on the lips before she answered the question I'd been unable to ask. 'Because, I love you too! Stupid! You don't think I'd be lying here in bed with some old bugger if I didn't love him?' My sense of humor was coming back. My eyes must have sparkled a bit because, before I could say anything, Claire said sternly, 'Don't you dare answer that!' I didn't bother to ask her how she knew what I was about to say; I'd already noticed it was a skill she possessed in abundance. 'Now are you going to make love to me before I grow as old as you.' Then, something that had never happened before or since, but I was instantly erect, no gradual build-up but immediate hard-on. Claire, lying on top of me, was aware, even a little impressed. 'At least someone's awake around here,' she grinned. She then moved until my cock was positioned right and simply slid down my body, allowing me to enter the woman I loved for the very first time. The heat that surrounded my cock and the way she used her virginal muscles removed all other thoughts from my head. Slowly at first, we made love, joined by our sexual organs and our mouths, until Claire, needing more, sat up on my thighs. At no time did she allow contact to be broken. Our lovemaking then became more intense as Claire rode me as if life itself depended on it, which, for that moment in time, ours did. Despite my earlier release, it wasn't long before I was succumbing to her demanding body again and once more ejaculating deep into the woman I loved. Claire did not reach orgasm that first time, but I hopefully made up for that during the long night. Halfway through the night, in a moment between sleep and sharing each other, I asked Claire how she knew that I loved her. She smiled and said it was obvious to anyone who looked at me - a point later confirmed by both my children. I asked her to marry me, which unsurprisingly she declined, saying that we should enjoy each other and see what happened. A year to the day, I proposed again, and this time Claire agreed to become my wife. One other thing! A few months later, Stephen and Mandy met at a party given by Claire and myself. They clicked immediately, initially unaware of their missed blind date, and have been together ever since.

Authors/Telephoneman/Blind Date.txt

Zebulon

Tall Tale

'I'll never find someone to love,' Rachel thought in frustrated anger as she stabbed at the doorbell. Moments crawled by before Javier answered. He didn't seem surprised to see her. "Date end early?" he asked with a half-smile as she stormed past him into his small apartment. It was almost comic to see them together. She was six-four, and he was a full foot shorter. From a distance, he could have passed as her son. "Damn and double-damn," she said with venom as she plunked herself down at the table separating the kitchen from the living area. "All I want is a decent relationship. Is that too much to ask?" It was a rhetorical question. He didn't answer. Instead, he said, "Coffee?" She shook her head sharply. Glorious blond hair swished in an angry swirl. But the anger wasn't directed at him. Javier had become her confidant – her best friend, actually. She loved spending time with him when their busy schedules would allow. He was a great listener and a really deep thinker. "Goddammit," she exploded as he took the seat across from her, "do you know what that fuck-wad said to me?" Javier half-smiled again, indicating with a slight raising of his eyebrows that he didn't. He knew she was extremely pissed. Normally, she never used profanity. "He said he liked me as a friend." Her eyes flamed and then almost started tearing at the memory. "Last month he said we had a future together, and tonight he likes me as a friend. Then the jerk starts asking me about Betsy Grant." Another eyebrow lift. "One of the cheerleaders. Betsy's shorter than you for Christ's sake." Rachel snorted in disgust and continued, "I finally find a tall guy who seems interesting, and he turns out to be a snake. Not only that, but he's a wimp-snake. You should have seen the spineless rat's expression while he was telling me all this...." And she was off, talking with animation, waving her hands, raising her voice. Javier listened with quiet intensity. Never interrupting. He offered only an occasional look of empathy or confusion. Rachel was tall, indeed. But more than that, she was exceptionally self-assured – almost domineering. What a combination. And it had really crimped her social life because, despite her strong personality, she was entirely feminine. This was obvious in just about everything she did. In her style of clothing, her walk, the fact that she'd kept her hair long even during her volleyball days. She was beautiful, she was graceful, but she was no pushover. Where was she going to find a boyfriend? There simply weren't that many tall men around, even on a campus as large as theirs. And she didn't just want a tall guy. She wanted a strong personality. A partner. She wanted a man who would make her really feel like a woman. Rachel slapped her palm down on the table to emphasize a point. Javier didn't flinch. As he listened, he admired both her strength and her beauty. They had met the year before during their first days in the graduate program. They'd shared a class, traded lecture notes, studied together. They had become close friends. He was just as strong and self-assured as she but in a quieter, less flamboyant way. She continued to talk; he listened and continued to say nothing. An hour later, Rachel finally ran out of steam. Javier nodded thoughtfully and let the silence build. Then something happened that had never happened before. She asked for his advice. Oh, she'd asked for and he'd given her lots of general advice about textbooks, travel, taxes. But she'd never before asked for his opinion about her personal life. "What should I do, Javier? Join a dating service? Take out an ad in the personals? What? I can't go on like this forever. I need someone. How am I going to find him?" She sounded almost drained. A long silence followed. Javier stared at the table. Rachel waited. He wasn't like the other men who had passed through her life – all mouth and no intellect. She knew he'd really paid attention and was seriously considering his reply. He never offered a suggestion unless asked and never gave one lightly. But when he did give advice, it always seemed to work. And he was honest enough to tell her when he didn't know. He never faked an answer. So given the nature of her problem, she didn't really expect him to have a solution. Rachel sat quietly, lost in moody thoughts. She stared through a black window into the darkness. Time passed. Then she glanced over and saw that Javier had been studying her. She arched her own delicate eyebrows. 'Well,' she seemed to ask. "Do you trust me?" he finally offered. "Of course," she replied almost without thinking. Javier studied her face as if looking for something he couldn't find. He repeated the question with emphasis, "Do you TRUST me?" His voice was quiet but compelling. 'What was this?' Rachel wondered. But she considered the question carefully and came up with the same answer. "Yes, I do, Javier. I trust you completely." He nodded to himself, looked away, and remained in silent thought for a few more moments. "OK," he said. "I'll be right back." Then he stood and walked away, leaving her bewildered. She heard his bedroom door open and the sound of rummaging. He was back a couple of minutes later, holding what looked like the sash from his bathrobe. "Stand up," he said in a voice of quiet command. Rachel stood. She looked at him questioningly. He studied her for a long minute. She truly was magnificent. Tall, beautiful, in wonderful physical shape. She had worn a lacy pink blouse on her date, with a matching blue jacket and skirt. She also had on high heels. He smiled. Six-four and wearing heels. He knew they made her feel more feminine. "Turn around," he said. "What do you have in mind?" she asked. He smiled. "You said you trusted me.... So trust me." She tried to read his face but couldn't. She glanced down at the sash. Then, taking a deep breath and biting a nervous lip, she turned. He came up behind her, removed her jacket, and hung it on the back of the chair where she'd been sitting. Reaching over, he took one of her hands, gently pulling it behind her, and began tying the sash around her wrist. For a moment, a newspaper headline flashed through her head: "CO-ED FOUND STRANGLED." 'What would her mother say?' But she really did trust him. She swallowed as he took her other hand, pulled it back, and began binding her wrists together. When he was finished, he gently turned her around to face him. He was smiling. She was about to say something, but he shushed her. "Don't talk, or I'll gag you." Something in his voice told her he was serious. She tested the binding and knew she wasn't getting loose until he let her go. Javier reached up and gently stroked the side of Rachel's face. She closed her eyes and let herself drink in the sensation. She felt more vulnerable than she could ever remember. She kept her eyes closed, swaying uncertainly in her heels, as reaching up with the other hand, he began undoing the buttons of her blouse. Rachel trembled. One by one, he nimbly unfastened each button. She felt his touch through the cloth of her blouse or brushing her bare skin with the back of his fingers. She found it surprisingly erotic. Her trembling increased, but she held her ground. Carefully pulling her blouse out from where it tucked into her skirt, he undid the last button. Then, reaching under the silky cloth, he slowly and sensually began to rub her sides. He tweaked a nipple through her bra. She quietly gasped. He was rewarded by seeing the little bud erupt beneath the fabric. He rubbed some more and then tweaked the other nipple. Rachel felt a definite response between her thighs. She'd been with several boys and men in her life, but nothing before had ever made her feel like this. Javier reached in and around, and with a deft flick of his fingers, unlatched her bra. Rachel had very nice breasts. Not huge but large enough and extremely well-formed. So when the bra was unhooked, it rode up a bit, exposing the bottom of each globe. He ran his finger along the sensitive skin on the underside. A quiet moan escaped her lips. He peeled the bra up and palmed first one and then the other fleshy orb. Leaning forward, he sucked a nipple into his mouth and toyed with it as he pinched the other with tender force. Rachel sucked in her breath and opened her eyes. She hadn't ever thought of Javier romantically. She looked at him as if for the first time. He might not be the most handsome man in the world, but he was well-built for his size. And he wasn't bad to look at.Rachel was having a little trouble keeping her balance in the heels because of the storm of hormones being unleashed by Javier's tongue and fingers. He stopped and looked directly into her eyes. She could never read his thoughts through that funny half-smile. Taking hold of her belt, he carefully led her to his bedroom. She'd seen the room many times through the open door, but she'd never actually been inside. It was nice. Clean and simple. The room was small, but the bed was huge, consisting mostly of a large flat mattress with an ornate brass headboard. The covers had been swept off to one side, where they lay in a jumble on the floor. All that was left was the bottom sheet and a few pillows. He maneuvered her to the side of the bed and stood her there. The kissing and licking continued as her belt was undone and her skirt unzipped. The garment fell to the floor around her feet. Javier pulled her pantyhose down and helped her to sit. Getting down on one knee, he removed her heels and pantyhose. Then, she was surprised as he slipped the heels back onto her bare feet. He laid her on her back with her head on a pillow and arranged her comfortably. Or as comfortably as she could be with her hands tied behind her and her blouse and bra still dangling around her arms. He collected her other clothes and put them on the dresser. She watched as he removed his own clothes until he was completely naked. Rachel found she was a little bit frightened. But that was silly. He wasn't going to hurt her; the worst that would happen would be that they would have sex. 'The worst that would happen.' The phrase bounced around in her head. Would that be bad? She wasn't sure. 'Trust me.' Rachel didn't know how she felt about what was about to happen. But as Javier climbed into the bed, she felt a powerful surge of lust. Lying on her back with her hands tied, some of her clothing hanging loosely around her torso, and with her high heels still on, she felt small and awkward and powerless. Javier, looming above her in the subdued reflected light from the far room, was a ghostly figure. A demon or an angel? She couldn't tell. He leaned down and kissed her. She closed her eyes and let him. The feel of his lips and tongue playing around hers was a powerful turn-on. His hands were on and around her breasts again, running lightly over her exposed skin. She spread her legs a little without even realizing she was doing so. She felt her own moisture and heat. He shifted position and began kissing the side of her neck. He was incredibly skilled at this. She felt his hand slide down, past her breasts, across her belly, and come tantalizingly close to her pubic mound. For minutes, he did nothing but vary the foreplay. Rachel could feel the heat of a rash creeping from her chest up to her chin. Javier stopped and left Rachel panting. He repositioned himself so that he was sitting on her belly. Leaning forward, he kissed her again. She could feel his body pressing into hers. The hair on his chest stimulated her breasts and sent a new fire of lust through her. She suddenly realized, almost as a shock, that she wanted him to fuck her. But with her hands tied, she had no power. He had complete control and was driving her to a higher pinnacle of desire than she'd never known. He moved his legs between hers and sensually slid down her body. As he kissed her breasts again, she could feel his penis slide through the now wet valley of flesh between her legs. But he didn't enter her. He kept moving downward until he was completely between her legs, and his hot breath was washing over the wet flesh of her sex. She didn't feel his tongue, but she felt his fingers. She felt her lower lips being spread. A finger dipped in and out of her several times and then began to erotically circle her vagina and anus. She found herself almost trying to hump his hand as her pelvis seemed to take on a rhythmic life of its own. He spent long minutes just toying with her. Playing with his fingers. Letting her feel his breath on her super-sensitive flesh. By now, she was covered in a sheen of sweat. Her breathing was labored. She felt an intense desire to come. And just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he buried his face in her sex and began to stimulate her clitoris with his lips and tongue. 'Oh God! That was incredible.' No one had ever taken this much time and effort to turn her on. For the first time in her sexual life, she was the complete center of attention. She had never known anyone with such skills. She had never felt so small and helpless. He brought her to the crest of an orgasm but stopped before she came. She groaned. He plunged a finger into her, licked her clit some more, and moved his finger like a penis until she was again on the edge. And again, he stopped before she came. Her bound hands were balled into fists. He moved his finger down and circled her anus again, licking sideways against her clit as he did so. She gasped and pressed her pelvis upward against his face. It was difficult getting leverage while wearing the heels. She had a fleeting thought that she might puncture his mattress. He moved his hand back up, and this time, pushed two fingers into her. Despite her height, her sex organs were of average size. She was tight, and as his fingers pressed deeply into her, his tongue went back to work. Rachel's mouth opened wide. Her breathing was deep and fast. She didn't know whether to laugh or scream or cry. The feelings were incredible. She'd never climaxed during sex before. She learned how to make herself come but only when masturbating in private. This was amazingly different. His free hand wormed its way under her back and grasped one of her cuffed hands. She gripped him so fiercely she was afraid she might hurt him. But he squeezed back with astonishing force of his own. He pressed his lips quite strongly against her clit. He pushed his two fingers into her – hard, hard, hard. His tongue was whipping her clit with deliberate power. And it happened. There were no words to describe it. Her mouth was open, but she couldn't breathe. Her pelvis had ridden high up against his mouth. She screamed silently once, twice, a third time as muscle contractions overcame her. She started breathing again and heard the most astounding sounds of passion. Was that really her? Javier had ridden her climax with consummate skill. Drawing it out, maximizing the pleasure, tapering off before it became painful or unpleasant. Rachel found she was crying. Blubbering, in fact. That had been so good. She didn't know what to do. Javier lifted his face and blew a stream of cool air over her wet sex. She gasped at the new sensation and continued to cry. He rolled her over onto her belly and untied her hands. He removed her shoes. Tenderly, he stripped off her now damp blouse. Rolling her on her side, he removed her bra. Once naked and on her side, Javier snuggled up behind her. His face rested against the back of her neck. His still hard penis pressed against the top of her ass. He had placed one arm protectively over her and was softly cupping a breast. As she wept, he cooed soothingly in her ear, "Shhh, shhh, shhh" and delicately rubbed the side of her breast with his thumb. Rachel was almost limp. She was still weeping and didn't know why. "Shhh, shhh, shhh." Eventually, she became quiet. For a long, long time, neither moved. At first, she couldn't seem to think at all. Then, she wondered why he had stopped there. Why hadn't he entered her? Was this some kind of rejection? Of course not. In a flash of understanding, she realized his only concern had been for her. A new emotion hit her like a wave. She felt loved. Her tears began flowing once more. She really felt loved. Rachel reached down for the leg pressed up against hers. It was a strong, well-muscled leg. She moved her hand behind her back and felt his penis. It had softened considerably but was still inflated. She gently fondled it and felt it spring to full life. Rachel moved her other arm under and behind her. She brought her wrists together and grasped his penis with both hands. She again felt his power and her own helplessness. Javier waited. Rachel shifted position, scooted up, and spread her legs a bit. She tried to position him into her from behind. Once Javier was sure of her intention, he sat up and rolled her over onto her belly. Without a word or gesture from him, she had left her wrists pressed together at the base of her spine. He retied her wrists and massaged her clit until she was hot and ready again. Then, positioning himself between her legs, he entered her doggy style. She felt him pumping with long, measured strokes and could feel his balls swinging up against her clit. It wouldn't take a whole lot of that before she came a second time. He loved her. That much was clear. He loved her, and he wanted her, and he knew how to care for her. Javier knew how to make her feel like a woman. Her mind was in a whirl. How did she feel about that? As Javier hit his stride, she heard the passion in his breathing and felt the lust in his movements. She felt his body rhythmically pressing against her cuffed hands and knew she was in love. * * * * * End of Story * * * * *

Authors/Zebulon/SS04.txt

Don Juan

The Tragic Amours of Erysichton

'Twas a fine day in the land of the gods, and Erysichton was cavorting about the fine country with his entourage of troglodytes and ne'er-do-wells. It was indeed in the bleak midwinter in which we set our tragic tale. November had fallen like a delicate flower upon a corpse, and the children of the land could be seen to play with a certain preternatural grace. It was the eve of Guy Fawkes, and throughout this marvellous kingdom, Kent's fledglings had busied themselves with the task of collecting firewood for the coming celebration. Son of Triopas, our young Odysseus was endowed with all the arrogance and impiety of his father. He was a handsome young man who sweated charisma through his pores and acted with a deliberate passion and ferocity which seemed more characteristic of animal than man. But of course, Erysichton knew full well he was handsome too; in fact, he put the narcissus in narcissistic. Born under a setting sun and possessed of the stamina of a demigod, his father was determined from birth that his son should grow up to be, if nothing else, a man. The friends Erysichton chose were out of necessity rather than want of anything, let alone companionship. Aesthetically, they bore little resemblance to anything even remotely physically attractive, and mentally, they had little to be desired. Erysichton had slowly moulded his friends into his followers and, in doing so, had distanced himself from everybody around him, leaving this solitary Odysseus with much time for contemplation and much opportunity to achieve his own ends. This seemingly innocent hunt had led Erysichton and his comrades to the kingdom of the gypsies. The gypsies are a foul bunch of work-shy, thieving degenerates who care little for the customs or values of any society, let alone that of England. "We've not got much fucking wood have we yet, you stupid bunch of fucking cunts?" Eloquently proclaimed Erysichton. "Yeah, we know, but we are in the fucking gypsy area now, aren't we," rejoined Sebastian. "What's your fucking point, you little fucking spunk bubble?" "Look, it's like this..." offered one of the troupe. "Like what?" He expostulated almost incredulously. "We can't fucking well go in there!" He said as he wildly gesticulated in an effort to point in a particular direction. "Why are you swearing? I'm not swearing." "We are going to have to leave you alone on this one." "No, you're fucking going in there." "No." "Yes!" "No." "YES, YES, YES, YES!" "We can't do fucking we're this we're afraid." "I obscenity in the milk of thy fear." "Now that's the last fucking straw. Thou hast resorted to trying to parody Hemingway. Thou shalt walk alone on this, thy mission." "Thou hast the stomach of a tomato." "Balls to tomatoes. You're out of your fucking mind." "Whatever I am, that is not something I could admit to." "Well, it's fucking true alright. You are out of your fucking mind. No matter what you do or say will change our minds." "Then fare thee well, strumpets," Erysichton exclaimed, making a resigned gesture of dismissal. Erysichton's comrades aggressively sauntered off into the distance, leaving our young hero on the path to his fate. Unfortunately, the path, having been recently trodden by what appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of travellers, left this trail so implausibly scarred with the faecal matter of this strange people to make it look as though it were the path to hell. But "fuck it," he thought, he needed wood. Donned in the height of fashion, Erysichton not so much walked as waded through the wasteland. Within a short time, our hero was chanced by the merry songs of the gypsy folk playing in a field nearby. Although he could not see the performers, he could hear the sound of their off-key wailings drift heavily through the air. It had been raining a great deal that November, so most of the wood that would have been perfectly suitable otherwise was now saturated with heaven's waters. Erysichton could not be sure why he was drawn to this area or why he believed the wood here would be any better; nevertheless, he was correct in assuming that here would be precisely what he had searched for. Erysichton wandered through several clusters of trees, still clearly damp, until he came to an area which somehow seemed to suggest there was something slightly different in the land. Looking up unto the skyline, Erysichton discovered a curious autumnal fruit of the likes he knew not of. Aesthetically beautiful though it was, these few trees were exactly what he believed he had been in search of. Having his axe to hand meant that Erysichton needed only to fell this mighty tree in order to reap the rewards he so sought. He swung the axe round to rest on his shoulder, then with all his might heaved his tool through the air to embed its edge into the tree. After having done this a few times and made a great fucking racket, Erysichton had unfortunately stirred the attention of a rather vengeful gypsy. "What the fuck are you doing?" Screamed the surprisingly attractive, but still very slutty-looking gypsy girl. "Do you have any fucking idea what you are cutting down there?" She continued, obviously not allowing Erysichton the chance to actually answer back to any of these pointlessly rhetorical questions. Of course, Erysichton did not know that he was cutting into a tree which was sacred to these people. Nor did he care, after all, they were gypsies. "Oh, you like this, eh, bitch?" He said, as he flexed his manly pecs and swung the axe once more into the wood, producing a resounding crack. "Will you fucking stop that or not?" Again, another rhetorical question issued forth from the mouth of the gypsy who just happened to have a fine rack. The succession of questions on the part of the gypsy and the manly responses on behalf of Erysichton came to nothing but frustration. The gypsy was clearly distraught, and her feeble mind soon turned to violence. She began to formulate a plan in her mind, a plan of not so much fiendishly ingenious brilliance as it was pretty fucking stupid, though it did have murderous intents. The gypsy girl went by the name of Demeter, and it was in her sacred grove which Erysichton had dared to fell timber. It had first occurred to Demeter to simply stab the fuck out of Erysichton and kill him that way, until she realised that he had an axe and she had but a knife, so in order to get him into a position where he would be compromised, she would have to compromise herself in some way. With this in mind, Demeter retreated to her nearby shitty little caravan in which lay a trap soon to be put into action, and began preparations for her fiendish plan. Gypsies are simple folk by nature, so preparations for Demeter's fiendish plan involved only ridding herself of her underwear and waving it at Erysichton. "Ooooo. Aren't you thirsty after all that hard work?" She tried. "Why don't you come in here and take a rest while I provide you with a little refreshment of the horizontal kind." Erysichton, being a man, could not resist a temptation such as this, no matter how much of a filthy whore he thought she was. So he threw down his axe and strode across to the caravan. He stepped inside to find the gypsy lying on a useless excuse for a bed, which was presumably stolen, and hiked up her skirt to allow Erysichton to see her snatch. It was a surprisingly nice-looking one at that, considering the amount of dicks she had taken over the years. Erysichton didn't care too much who she was or what her name was, because his principal concern at that point was simply to get his end away, with his secondary concern to gather some wood. So, Erysichton unsheathed his mighty, pretty average-sized, pork sword and just dived straight in. After all, Erysichton was no woolly-minded idealist; he fully realised that there was no need for a lot of fucking about with inconsequential things like foreplay where sluts are concerned. He slid his length right in to the hilt and was a little disappointed to not actually feel much, well anything, at all. "Can you close your legs a little? I'm not even touching the sides (!)" He politely asked. She swung her legs up and over his meat and brought her thighs up to her chest, in doing so clamping shut her gaping hole so Erysichton could finally feel flesh touching his. It came as a surprise that the flesh of a gypsy cunt was actually warm and soft and rather inviting. The friction was barely present, but created enough sensation to stimulate his cock. However, after fucking away slowly for about forty minutes without even coming close to any form of gratification, he decided to change tactics. Instead, he began to pump away vigorously as if his life depended on it. Sweat poured in torrents down his face as he continued to thrust away with a definite medal-worthy determination. Unfortunately, he appeared to make no impression upon the gypsy bitch, being as she was, utterly silent. "Do you have to just lie there like that? I feel like I'm fucking a corpse." "What are you talking about?" "Make some noise. Make some fucking noise.""I live for the noise!" To this seemingly peculiar rebuke, she decided to hum the tune to 'Mary had a little lamb'. "You're fucking pushing me now," he screamed. At this point, he was clearly foaming and frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog. "I'm going to fuck you like a crazy bitch," he decided. "And while I do, you'd better make some fucking noise. Just something vulgar... I'm going limp here!" At this last remark, he feebly tapped his withered cock against his leg. "You are an amazing lover..." she began. "Oh, really?" "...your cock... it's so goddamn big..." "Yes, well, I'm happy with what I have." "...I've taken big cocks before, but yours is fucking huge..." "Oh yeah, bitch, that's me." "...I had to bite my tongue from screaming just now..." "Don't you fucking know it." "...oh god, yes, it was ripping me in half..." "Well, it's not done much for my cock, but my ego is through the roof! Anyway, that's not what I wanted from you, exactly. Just make some noise I can fuck to." So, finally, Erysichton got what he wished for as she erotically enunciated the vowels - ayyyyyyyyyy, eeeeeeeee, iiiiiiiiiii, ooooooooooh, uuuuuuuuu, and sometimes 'y' - to the rhythms of his continued and utterly indomitable humping. By now, however, Erysichton was feeling more than a little tired and frustrated, so he withdrew from her chasm and took to beating his meat with an effort and speed affording a god. It was his aim to shoot his load in her face as a fine gesture of his manliness. Of course, he possibly could have told her this, for she was wholly unprepared for what was to come next. Erysichton beat his meat with great fury, and with an explosive result, for within a few seconds of withdrawing his member, he hit the gypsy with a money-shot right in the eye. This caused great outrage, not to mention great pain on the part of the gypsy girl with the foreign substance in her eye. The bitch screamed bloody murder, while Erysichton was almost painfully consumed with mirth at this outrageous situation and the sight before him. Of course, this new happening resulted in the cunning plan, to mutilate or at least kill Erysichton, to become so awry that it could not now come to a head. So, Erysichton was now spent, and so tucked away his cock, still mumbling in starts and stops an obvious stuttering laughter. The gypsy still wanted, even required, revenge for Erysichton's heinous deeds, and summoning up her strength, fuelled by great wrath, she chased after Erysichton with a jar in her hand. Erysichton had not wandered far from the caravan and was still amused with the morning's events, regardless of the lack of wood, and so he was still occupied by his own cogitations when he was chanced once again by, the now outwardly wrathful, Demeter. She ran from behind him, straight past him, and then back again, though on the way back, left her passing gift to him with a fond farewell. "From this day on, you will fuck and fuck and fuck, and you will never have enough. You will fuck until you can fuck no more, but that will not be enough. You will fuck, until you eventually fuck yourself!" She screamed, in his general direction, as she threw the jar's foul concoction onto his groin. Almost immediately did the vitriol have an effect, because almost without delay could Erysichton feel an overwhelming itching in his groin. He began to scratch and dig at his crotch, but to no avail. He scratched and squirmed and dug and rubbed, and all the while, the pain only increased. The pain increased to the point that his loins felt like they were burning in hellfire. As the fire raged away, Erysichton poured forth his vile rebuke. "You think I'll weep, no I'll not weep. No, you unnatural hag. I will have such revenges on you that all the world shall - - I will do such things what they are, yet I know what; but they shall be: the terrors of the earth!" Demeter fled into the, relative, wilderness, leaving Erysichton alone to nurse his itching balls and bruised ego. Now, Erysichton was intelligent, but not so intelligent as to know what the fuck was going on. His mind was reeling, and he could not control anything he thought and could barely control his body. One consolation was that his legs seemed to work, so with this one function in his control, he began to run until he could run no more and then had to stumble onwards and onwards until he could regain his mind. Erysichton wandered through the wilderness with a mind clouded by a thousand men's perverted thoughts. Knowing not what to do, he stumbled onwards with a definite pain in his mind for want of knowledge to realize what had happened, and not to mention the painful ache in his groin. He trudged onwards and onwards, not even looking where he was going, so it came as a surprise to him when he happened upon a clearing in the woods and came as more of a surprise when he found that here was also a waterfall. Though, after what had happened to him that morning, he accepted this new experience with more nonchalance than the occasion would have otherwise called for. Erysichton's loins seemed to be consumed with a heat unimaginable, for although there was no inflammation to speak of, a powerful metamorphosis had already begun to start in his body. As he rushed to the waterfall, what he believed would be his source of relief, he was suddenly taken aback and then became mesmerized at what he could now see and hear. Erysichton witnessed something of awesome splendor of the likes he had never seen before. Emerging from the naturally beautiful display of the cascading veil of water came a quintet of what appeared to be water-nymphs. These mysterious seductresses had all the form and grace of angels and sang their tragically poignant confession, thus: "We love each other, as men ne-ver could. Consumed with passion, for each we love. And do-ting-ly, By false means we share. "We feast upon the vi-gil. Crying only songs of love. And ten-der-ly, We have each other so..." As if this was a cue from another, each of the nymphs took to busying themselves in enjoying the pleasures of the flesh. A kind of crude and animal-like poetic fervour took possession of them. Somewhere in the back of Erysichton's mind, he realized that he had not so much been cursed again but now he had become truly enchanted. If only Erysichton could manage to get any logical part of his brain to function, then he may have been able to control himself and his actions. However, unbeknownst to our hero, these nymphs were actually beautiful sirens, adroitly skilled and experienced in the art of seducing men and luring them to their death after performing a whole catalogue of sordid and perverse acts. They went by the rather earthly yet still lyrical names of: Stacey, Tracey, Sharon, Giselle, and Mercedes. Many years of modern man had destroyed all confidence the sirens once had that there was any point in their ritual of sex and death, and instead had allowed themselves to gradually become more introspective. Thus, the mystical quintet had become increasingly inward looking for their satisfaction, and in place of the bizarre rites of the past, the group had immersed themselves in a new, and seemingly more innocent, delight. The fact that this numinous sorority had decided to sing for Erysichton could have been considered mysterious itself if we were not to mention the effect it had on him. Nevertheless, some things will never be explained, and others need not explaining at all. So, Erysichton stood and watched, he watched mesmerized as the five sirens put on a display for him. The spectacle before his eyes was one of such poetic grace as to appear spontaneous and possibly ephemeral, yet maintained a certain passionate ferocity which could only be explained by the love they shared. Each of them took turns to meet the others with tender, affectionate kisses. Tracey and Sharon, and Giselle and Mercedes lingered awhile longer, enjoying themselves, leaving Stacey to step down onto hands and knees on the moist, warm bed of moss. Stacey bent forward, resting her face on her hands and pointing her womanhood at her sisters, beckoning them to their duty. Now each in turn made like the first, until Stacey was at the fore and Mercedes completed the chain. Tracey, Sharon, Giselle and Mercedes each had their face buried in the woman in front, leaving only Stacey to voice their collective screams of joy and pleasure. Each of the nymphs had their tongues buried in their lovers' cunts and were eagerly lapping up the sweet nectar therein. Stacey, being at the front of the group, coaxed Erysichton toward her, and he more than willingly obeyed. She guided him to her rose-capped nipples, and he eagerly sucked upon them with sheer delight. The other sisters, seeing that Stacey had started without them, each stood up and came over to their new conquest. Tracey, Sharon, Giselle and Mercedes, each beautiful in their own right but each wonderfully unique, began to share this new-found wonder and took to caressing and exploring his body. Each of the nymphs took care of a different part of his body, leaving not an inch of flesh untouched. Erysichton was in Elysium, he lay back upon the warm bed and allowed the quintet to enjoy him, as he lay there stunned with his hands reaching up to heaven. The wild beings sucked and bit his flesh with such tenderness that Erysichton could hold back no longer, he unleashed his passion with a mighty spasm, drenching Mercedes in the process. Only now did it become evident what the gypsy had meant, as Erysichton's cock did not flop to his side as it should have done but instead swelled to a greater size. Not only was Erysichton surprised by this, but so were the sirens who eagerly dived upon and devoured this new, bigger piece of meat.Mercedes sat to the side while Sharon and Stacey cleaned her face. Tracey and Giselle were mesmerized now, and Erysichton had regained his sense as adrenaline coursed through his veins. It was Giselle who spoke first, and what she said even a fool could understand. "Fuck me, fuck me, I want you to fuck me, I'm begging you to fuck me," she implored. Of course, he decided to fuck her. As exhausted as he was by now, he really had no choice in the matter. So begrudgingly, he now went about the task of fucking the female. Oh, how life doth pain him. He rubbed the length of his shaft to make sure it was up to the job, which of course it was and was as hard as a length of steel pipe. He pulled the girl to her knees and turned her so that her ass was to him. He fondled her breasts a little and rolled an erect nipple between thumb and forefinger, just to prolong the agony. And then the moment she was begging for - he plunged balls deep into her cunt with one stroke and bottomed out so hard that she lost all balance and fell on her tits. His cock was still embedded in her pussy, but now not right to the hilt, so he leaned forward and rested himself on her back, all the while stroking that wonderful ass of hers. He now instructed one of the sisters to come over and see him for a minute. She came over, and he hit her straight in the lips with a powerful, loving, yet painfully erotic deep kiss. His tongue dove into her mouth, and quite accidentally, the rhythmic movements of his fucking matched the movement of his tongue. He opened his eyes now to see Tracey utterly engrossed in sexual ecstasy as she had one hand grasping his hair and one hand fingering her crotch. Erysichton then climaxed so forcefully that it took his breath away. His pupils dilated, and his muscles contracted, as his cock once again began to expand, and his sexual appetite began to grow greater. He noticed that the sorority had got to their feet. When the quintet stood before him now, they seemed to have regained a degree of dignity. Erysichton's fluids dripped from their bodies onto the floor, yet they remained silent and sober. With somber faces, they advanced slowly upon our young hero with obvious murderous intent. "Why is it everyone I fuck now wants to kill me?" pondered Erysichton. Though it was no time for idle thoughts, and so he once more grabbed his cock and split. He ran from the scene like shit off a stick, naked as an animal and with the simple instinct to survive. Again, he had to stumble through woods and trees, not knowing where he was going. Erysichton stumbled upon another clearing in this mysterious forest where he heard again the moans of Sapphic joy. He ran to the source of the noise, determined to once again prove his worth as a man and convert a bunch of lesbians back again; he simply dived right in, so fast, in fact, that it would be impossible to determine exactly what the fuck happened at that moment. Luke 'Hercules' Judson then strutted into the clearing and, to demonstrate his god-like prowess, he parted with his clothes and dropped to the floor. Of course, he did not fall flat on his face, as would be thought, but instead seemed to levitate. What had actually happened here was that Hercules possessed one of the most potent peckers in all the land, and being so potent as he was, he was able to lift his entire ninety-seven-pound body (his cock alone weighed fifteen pounds) from the floor. Further to this extraordinary ability, Hercules was able to execute push-ups with nothing to aid him, but his johnson. "One... Two... Three... Four... F— ... are you lot watching or not?" Of course, none of the group were watching this super-human feat, as all were otherwise engaged with their own amours. Xena and Gabrielle were occupied with feverishly eating each other's cunts, and Erysichton was servicing Gabrielle's tight little ass as she lay on the floor. Erysichton's wang was by this point in our tale really quite monstrous, but somehow Gabrielle, who Erysichton at first believed to be innocent and virginal, dutifully allowed her ass to swallow inch after inch of his meat into her body. If it were not for the intense bliss that Gabrielle was receiving from Xena's deft tongue and hot mouth and her extensive experience in taking gargantuan ogre members up her ass, she would never have been able to bear the powerful pumping from Erysichton's end. As Xena was in the throes of her Sapphic pleasure, Hercules decided to slide his entire seventeen and a quarter inches right up her shitter. He pumped away with all the passion and ferocity he could muster from his tiny little body. Hercules, unfortunately, picked the wrong bitch to bone. The matter of the predicament being that not only did Xena hate anal sex, but Hercules' man-meat happened to be vulnerable to damage only when administering his anally injected death sentence. "Not the ass. Not the ass. I fucking hate it up the ass," exclaimed Xena. Still screaming like a little bitch with orgasmic pleasure, she reached over to her side and fumbled through her bondage gear, looking for her sword. She clasped her sword in her right hand and wrapped her fingers round its handle, holding it with a soft caress as if she were holding a cock, and with one fell swoop, swung the mighty sword behind her and sliced straight through Hercules' cock. "Talk about losing your head(!)" remarked a surprisingly calm Hercules. The head was severed, but somehow the wound seemed cauterized. What happened next amazed the amused-looking Xena, as Hercules' cock, sans head, swelled a little and seemed to rupture. Almost as if he were giving birth, a new head emerged from the end of his shaft to take its rightful place once more. Meanwhile, the old head of Hercules' dong was having difficulties removing itself from Xena's just-fucked ass. It was immediately clear that something had to be done about this. Gabrielle had obviously come to the same conclusion as she was hastily snapping on a pair of rubber gloves and coating her latexed hands with lube. At this point, Erysichton was lying a little tired but content behind Gabrielle and was discussing philosophy with Hercules. "I think Aristotle said it best when he said: Vocк expressa stupid pouco bastardo o que o tкm feito," drawled Erysichton. "I disagree. The axioms of science fall under the consideration of the metaphysician insofar as they are properties of all existence. Aristotle argues that there are a handful of universal truths," retorted Hercules. "I see your point, and while I would love to discuss this with you further, I am itching to get my knob shined." So, Erysichton heaved himself up, having to carry his cock with both hands now, and strolled over to Gabrielle and Xena; they were only nineteen inches away, but it felt good to stroll. Erysichton took his manhood over to Xena, who was on all fours with her rump in the air aimed at Gabrielle. Erysichton watched as Gabrielle inserted first a single finger and then, without hesitation, her whole fist up Xena's rear. While this was going on, Hercules had persuaded Gabrielle to allow his mighty schlong up her gaping hole, evidently Mr. Judson had quite a penchant for ass-fucking. "So you hate being butt-fucked, but you don't mind being fisted like that?" asked a rather bemused Erysichton of Xena. "Oh, when she does it, I just love it. I don't mind anything she does," Xena dotingly replied. "I guess you won't mind this then," remarked Erysichton as he shoved his cock into her mouth. The cock had, of course, grown since his encounter only moments earlier with Gabrielle and so was dangerously oversized, even for such a loud-mouthed bitch as this. Erysichton's cock had a mind of its own and burrowed deeply into Xena's mouth and ventured forth down her throat. He heard a sudden pop, almost but not quite a snap; Xena's jaw had dislocated itself in order to accommodate his mighty meat. A single tear rolled from the mighty warrior-dyke's eye, whether out of joy at her first deep-throat or out of sheer pain, it was impossible to tell. Hercules slid his weapon in and out of Gabrielle, allowing her little respite or even room to move. Gabrielle was, in fact, too busy diligently fisting Xena and in fishing out the elusive cock-head from Xena's rectum. Erysichton determinedly pumped away at Xena's face while she struggled to come to terms with this extraordinarily manly man. Although his cock was forever getting bigger, the curse unfortunately had afforded him no sexual stamina, and after a short time, he blew his load. Erysichton's jizz shot to the back of Xena's already sorely surprised throat, in waves. The hot liquid flowed forth like rivers of blood, and as he removed himself from her mouth, the spunk poured from Xena's mouth and shot from her nose, leaving her stunned and covered in cum – a fine gesture of manliness. Feeling restless, our wily Odysseus set foot to ground once more, with cock slung over shoulder, he again took to the path in search of home. Erysichton stumbled from the forest exhausted, almost crippled. He collapsed to the floor and rolled over onto his back. He would have slept there had it not been for a skinny, pale little bare-chested inbred with a gold chain round his neck, driving a Ford Escort. "Get outta fuckin' road, you fuckin' cunt," he said, as he struggled to articulate past fat lips set in a thin face with hollowed cheeks and a sallow complexion. Overall, an ugly fucker. Erysichton was not in the mood to beat hardnuts to death with his mighty tool and instead picked himself up and staggered in the direction of his house. It did not take him long to reach his home, and once there, he retreated directly to his room.Erysichton's cock was now as thick as his leg but even longer, so he couldn't even hide his shame behind a pair of trousers. He sat in his room rubbing his member and wondering how he was to escape this situation. All his boyhood he had wished for a cock as big as a house, and when he finally gained some sense, he simply desired one about fifteen inches long, big but not too big. He had fucked eight women since the encounter with the gypsy, and each time he had done the deed, his cock had grown. Soon it would be too heavy even to carry around with him; it was not as if he could just leave it behind. So, he set his thoughts to the task of creating a solution. He was thinking what he could do, but was constantly and continually distracted by encroaching thoughts and communiqués from a realm of debauchery and sensuality. The first clear thought he formulated was that he should go back and see if he could find the gypsy camp where he had fucked the gypsy girl, way back that day, whenever that day was, for he was losing his grip on time. "I'll go and see that little bitch," he said aloud, to nobody in particular. "But first, just a quick bash." It was foolish to even think about this, but Erysichton's hunger was now all-consuming. He rubbed his pride and joy from end to end, and it flickered into life so quickly that Erysichton was startled. His body had adapted quickly to his rapidly growing appendage, so much so that it could adequately provide him with the blood needed without smothering him with unconsciousness. Erysichton stroked and fondled his manhood with the love only an owner can provide a cock. Both hands slid up and down the trunk of flesh, and he could feel the blood coursing through his veins, almost in anticipation of what was to come next. The hands kneaded the flesh and got beneath folds. Up and down, round and round the shaft his quick hands went. Faster and faster and faster, only one thing could result from this. Sweat poured down his face, and his anxiety began to grow and feed upon itself. Erysichton was now not so much doing this for the pleasure or to appease his sexual appetite, but to appease something more vicious, something almost malevolent within him, something far more elusive. He fucked himself as a man possessed and now got to the stage where he had to use the rest of his body to try to bring an end to the insufferable desire welling inside himself. His testicles were grotesquely swollen, and the changes in his body had changed their color to black as pitch. They now weighed him down like cannonballs, and when they chimed together, he could almost hear a metallic ringing. He sat bolt upright and hugged his cock tenderly yet forcefully, shrugging his shoulders and his chest, trying to stimulate himself. He buried his head into the end of the shaft, he burrowed downwards as he did this, licking his way inside as he became feverish with anxiety and the need to relieve himself. His balls tightened against his body suddenly. His legs went numb. His stomach sucked itself inwards. His balls retracted further into his body, becoming part of his cock. A small rumble was barely heard. Then... a powerful explosion. Semen shot out of his cock like a bullet from a gun and snapped Erysichton's neck. His head lulled back inside the shaft limply, hardly blocking the continuing flow at all. His body now flattened, and there was a terrible noise of the cracking of bones as the cock began to absorb the body connecting it. The cock now was a thing of its own, an Ouroboros. It amalgamated within itself all of Erysichton's limp and lifeless body. The cock flopped to the floor, writhing and squirming. It now began to consume itself, and that is when Erysichton's destiny was fulfilled. The cock consumed itself and exploded, covering the whole room in a vile mix of blood and cum. The concoction dripped obscenely from the ceiling and dribbled pathetically down the walls. There was not a trace of who Erysichton once was in that room.

MF, MF+, FF, FMFM, oral, solo, fantasy, myth, fist

Authors/donjuan/erysichton.txt

Vickie Morgan

Sorry

'Don't say a word, darling,' he instructed her, 'Not one word until I've finished.' He led her to an old-fashioned open carriage with red velvet seats. A glossy black horse was between the shafts, and a smartly dressed driver was holding the reins. They got in, and he sat facing her. He produced a box of expensive Belgian chocolates, a bunch of red roses, and a bottle of champagne. He piled his gifts on the seat beside her. As they progressed down the street, he directed her gaze upward to a banner across the street that read 'I'M SORRY'. A truck pulled alongside them with a string quartet on it, playing one of her favorite pieces of music. He brought out a jeweler's box and opened it to show her the diamond necklace with matching earrings and bracelet. He pointed up as they passed under another banner reading 'I'M VERY SORRY'. A fire engine pulled up behind with the local version of the Chippendales balanced on top, stripping and striking poses. A brass band swung out from a side street to follow the carriage. From under his seat, he took a fur coat and laid it across her knees. An elephant joined the procession with the word 'Sorry' embroidered on its headpiece. Up in the sky, a plane was writing 'I'M SO VERY SORRY' across the sky with its exhaust. They pulled to a halt outside a five-star hotel. He led her along a red carpet and up to the honeymoon suite. A carefully chosen meal was laid out waiting for her. Then he took her to the four-poster bed and carefully undressed her. He made love to her slowly and passionately, dwelling on each inch of her body until he had produced the maximum amount of pleasure possible. Only then did he enter her and gently bring them both to orgasm. Holding her close in his embrace, he whispered, 'I'm more sorry than words can ever say. Please forgive me.' She turned and looked deep into his repentant eyes. 'I always forgive you, you should know that by now. I just have one question: what are you saying sorry for?' 'For whatever I did to upset you,' he replied earnestly. She sighed and sat up, pulling her clothes back on. 'If you don't know what you're saying sorry for, it's a worthless apology. Why didn't you take a fraction of the time you wasted setting this all up to ask me why I was upset?' 'Darling, wait. I'm an idiot, tell me now, please. I'm sorry.'

Authors/VickieMorgan/Sorry.txt

Smoking Fang

Games, Dances and Metamorphoses

'Aaaaaaeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!' The scream said it all. One of Diya's holes had been filled! SRK had jumped towards the end of his run and had directly landed half of his cock into Diya's asshole. He raised his arms in triumph, his cock still embedded in her ass. Nana gave him an approving grin and then sat on the sofa. Diya was hollering now. The enema had left her ass sore. The last thing she wanted right now was to be ass-fucked. 'No! Please! No! Not in my ass! It hurts!' she begged. All this did was to make SRK even more determined. He grabbed her hips and started raping her ass inch by inch. The enema had cleaned her ass, but not prepared it for a nine-inch cock. It was tight as hell, and the sphincter hadn't yet decided to open up. SRK wasn't a man with patience. 'S-S-Shit! It's so tight! I'll have to push harder!' saying so, he gave another heave. Diya's ass held a vice-like grip on his cock. Was it his imagination or could he feel her asshole tearing around his member? While the others found this very entertaining, Nana was bored. 'Daphne, give me a lap dance,' he ordered Karisma, 'Snowy Bottoms, watch!' Esha watched as Karish stood up. Her petite frame was like a master artist's work: flawless. She still had her glasses on, which gave her that innocent schoolgirl look. She then grabbed her peach-colored buttocks and bent slightly so that her behind jutted out, just like when she asked Salman to slap her 'back pocket' in Judwaa. Then she started swaying her hips to some invisible music. Little by little she lowered her ass over Nana's lap. Esha watched avidly as Karish brushed Nana's cock teasingly and then lifted away her ass. Karish was caressing her ass and moaning softly; which was such a contrast to Diya's animal shrieks. SRK was pounding Diya's ass mercilessly. Diya's ass made strange sucking sounds. The oil Nana had poured helped somewhat, but it couldn't make her extremely tight asshole any bigger! She was hollering! On the other side, Diya's counterpart from RHTDM was shrieking like a fool too. But his screams were muffled by his underwear in his mouth. Nagma the Cow had already milked him once. She was yanking at his cock, trying to get it stiff again. Since she couldn't use her hands, she gripped on Maddy's cock with her teeth. Maddy was wishing he'd die. Aishwarya was trying to seduce Jackie. She'd fantasized about him since she was a schoolgirl. She'd crept beside him on all fours and was now brushing her head against his thigh. Jackie, on the other hand, was paying no attention; he wanted to save up all his cum for Diya. Ash was getting frustrated. In the outside world, she could have any guy at her feet. Here she was begging, and getting no attention! Esha watched as an invisible force seemed to be drawing Nana's cock towards Daphne's ass. Daphne was still wiggling her ass, but her movements had got quicker. Esha noticed a glistening line of cum-juice making its way down Karish's thigh. She was definitely enjoying this. Then suddenly Nana grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down on his cock. Karish let out a guttural moan as the cock made its way up her wet slit. Karish had always had one problem with Nana. His cock was just too goddamn big to fit her little box. And Nana liked to fuck his cock in up to the hilt. The rapier had soon filled her up. Nana was still pulling her down with his strong hands. Karish began to squirm in pain. She knew she could take no more. Nana knew it too, but he loved to see Daphne struggle. And struggle she did. Violently! She was swaying from side to side, trying to escape the monster. All this caused such a lot of friction that Nana felt his cum rising. He put his right arm around Karish's waist and jammed her down on his cock. Then both of them hit their orgasms simultaneously. Karish could feel boiling sperm being deposited in her cunt as wave after wave hit her. It was the best orgasm she'd had in a long time. Apparently SRK had finished as well. Diya's shrieking had stopped. A small stream of white cum was following from her asshole. The asshole was an angry red. Diya was absolutely exhausted; her face down in SRK's underwear. Tears were flowing from her eyes. Hrithik was the next in line to take Diya, but he had other plans. "Nana, can I have Fattie instead?" "By all means! Fattie, entertain Hrithik!" Esha was glad she'd have Hrithik. She remembered him as a kind and nice guy, the kind who'd do her gently, not a wolf like Nana. She walked across and stood opposite him. She gave him a naughty grin. Suddenly her senses reeled. Hrithik had slapped her hard. 'Kneel, Bitch!' he ordered, 'Haven't you been taught anything? Does one grin at one's master?' Esha was scared. She hadn't seen Hrithik like this. She knew he was intense, and if he had this mad domination streak, she was in trouble. She immediately sank to her knees. Esha almost burned up as Hrithik walked around her in a circle, examining her body closely. Then he bent down and squeezed her pulpy white rotund bottom hard. Esha let out a whimper, but went silent as soon as she met his disapproving glare. 'Up, Fattie! And hands to the toes!' The room had gone silent. Diya had stopped crying and was looking surprised. Even Nagma had stopped torturing her male toy and was watching this metamorphosis of Hrithik. Nana had an approving look; he had decided to induct Hrithik as a trainer at the BSA. Esha stood up, then bent at her waist and touched her toes. Hrithik went behind her and without warning yanked her cheeks apart. This was the second time in the evening that Esha's ass had been handled this way. She began to cry as her dreams of a soft screw disappeared into thin air. Then Hrithik lifted his hand and brought down his palm on her ass with a loud smack. Esha's ass immediately blushed, and she let out a howl. 'Quiet, Bitch!' Hrithik ordered. Smack! Another blow landed on her reddened ass. The blubber in Esha's ass was quivering under each stroke, making a mighty fine sight. But Jackie was getting impatient. 'I'm not going to have sloppy seconds! I want a clean ass!' he said, pointing towards Diya's behind. 'Sure thing! Scrunt, clean her up!' Bipasha made a face. Then she wished she hadn't. The next second she was shrieking at the top of her voice and grabbing the collar at her neck. Nana had jabbed the remote of the Shocker. 'Obedience always, Scrunt!' said Nana. A frightened Bipasha quickly crawled up behind Diya and started licking the cum from her ass crack. She'd proceed to suck on the ass and draw all the cum out. This could take some time and Nana always made sure his guests never had a dull moment. Vivek had come and whispered something in his ear a little while before. 'Gentlemen, lest you get bored, we have two surprise packets for the evening. Surprise because even the abducted cunts didn't know they'd be entertaining us. I present to you Bouncing Check, and Thorny the Horny!' Vivek had pulled in a giant trunk. The sound of frantic thumping indicated that the contents were alive, and shit scared. Vivek flipped the lid open and Nana walked up to the trunk. He grabbed the girls by their raven black hair, and hauled them up. Everyone stood dumbstruck as they saw two of the hottest chicks in showbiz with their hands in cuffs behind their back, their legs tied up at the ankles, and as bare as the day they were born. 'I ordered these 'items' to be picked up for giving us a private show here. Won't you dearies?' The girls looked confused and shit scared. They just looked around petrified, not saying anything...

Chapter 11

Authors/SmokingFang/BSA/Diya Chapter11.txt

Cait N.

The Night Before

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the ship, The crew worked overtime, the bedroom to equip. The satin sheets were turned back by housekeeping with care, In hopes that Rand and Chapel soon would be there. The workday world was chased from their minds, Concerns they had, but of a sexual kind. Janice in her lingerie, Christine in the buff, Had just settled in for some of that foreplay stuff. When outside their room there arose such a clatter, They sprang from their bed to see what was the matter. Away to the door they flew at a jog, Opened the door, their mouths all agog. The hallway was filled with many a box, Stacked by Kirk, who was grinning like a fox. The boxes there were oh so many, Big, short, fat, tall, and skinny. "Your friends want to help, that's why I am here. Look what they sent you, they're all so dear. From Sulu, a tongue extension, not sure if it'll fit; From the looks of his tongue, he sure could use it. "From Spock, body paints, of the edible kind, Scented to drive you out of your mind. From Scotty, his sense of humor each of you recalls - I believe these things are dissolving benwa balls. "This big box with the bow, have no clue, but it's heavy as shit. The tag says from Uhura, wouldn't be surprised if she were in it. Chekov sends his love and wishes for your romance; He sent you some music and hopes you'll dance. "McCoy sends these handcuffs made of plastic, A vibrator, I hope, or a dildo gigantic. Amanda sends these clamps, they look like they're tight; If it hurts, she says, you're doing it right. "Let's see, yes, I believe that's all but for mine - For the couple I have a bottle of wine. Nectar of the Gods, for these two that we all do adore, May your love soon consummate before Christine starts to snore." Kirk strolled down the hall, whistling a tune quite romantic. The door behind him closed, to the bed they raced, frantic. "Oh my god, yes, right there, that's the spot! Get me off, I can't stand it, God I'm so hot!" Janice moaned and writhed, came dozens of times. Christine smiled through it all and relished her whines. Janice pushed her away, panting desperately for breath, Then whispered, "Oh, I just love you to death." She kissed Christine's breasts, then further down south; Her clit she engulfed in the heat of her mouth. Christine held out until orgasm overpowered her will, Janice swallowed her love juice, not a drop did she spill. It went on from there, do you need me to elucidate? If it was possible, they tried it, found all of it great. They collapsed on the bed, exhausted and sated, In the afterglow of good sex they luxuriated. The next morning a card did they discover, Signed by the crew, its words most clever: "May your years of happiness be never ceasing, May your orgasms in number be ever increasing." THE END

Authors/CaitN/the-night-before.txt

Anfernee Williamson

Rock and a Hard Place

'Fuck this,' Carl thought. The husky black man glanced back out to the street. He was pretty sure he was out of sight down the alley, but wasn't taking any chances. The car was still there, attracting about as much attention as he probably was. Gangbangers had a tendency to stand out this far from the city. Carl could see that the battered, low-slung car had pulled off the street, stopping near a hardware store. Carl steeled himself, stepping out from beside the building. He began to walk purposefully towards the car, his right hand moving towards his pistol. Its hefty weight pressed snug against the small of his back, where he had pushed it down the back of his sweatpants. Its cold metal felt hard against his skin, and made the adrenaline-fueled sweat there feel so much more obvious. The gangbanger in the driver's seat looked distracted, talking to another homeboy in the passenger's seat. Carl knew he had his chance to take them by surprise. 'No more running,' Carl thought, as he began to cross the street towards the car. 'No more fuckin' around. Fuckin' Grove Street live or die...' Each quick step took him closer towards the driver's window. Carl felt his big form tightening up as the rush pumped through him. It was a feeling that he thrived on, letting it charge him as he prepared to take care of business. Carl's eyes fixed on his target, who was still talking to his homeboy. He took a grip of the pistol at his back, closing his fingers tightly about it. The gangbanger's braids looked very well done, falling about the length of his hard jawline. They stood out, almost as much as his green flannel shirt. It made Carl pause, pause that deadly moment as the gangbanger turned his head to see him looming over the car's window. Carl recognized that shade of green, and cursed himself for not having noticed it sooner. "Fuckin' Carl Johnson," the gangbanger remarked in a hard tone. Carl stared down at him, his husky form shadowing the younger black man. "Who the fuck are you, homie," Carl replied, fingers locked about his pistol. He hesitated pulling it free. It was hidden under the length of his white t-shirt, but he didn't need an exposed pistol to get the attention of the people who were glancing over their way. "You best start talking quick. Put them fucking hands up on the steering wheel where I can see 'em." The gangbanger's eyes hardened, something that was rivaled only by the hardness in his face. He did what he was told, slowly, "Damn, CJ. Fuckin' chill, already." "You're probably street enough to know what I got in my hand right now. You or your homeboy try any shit and some drama 'bout to go down up in here. Now talk." The gangbanger was looking slowly about the street, obviously checking out his options. The streets were already busy, despite the early hour of the morning. Plenty of witnesses. Carl could see the gangbanger's homeboy sitting still. He didn't trust him or his friend. "You in the shotgun. Put your hands somewhere where I can trust them." "Do what he says, Will," the gangbanger remarked. He looked angry, his dark eyes flashing. His hands were still loosely on the steering wheel. "Fuck this shit." Carl waited until he was a little more comfortable with the situation, more confident that he was in control. Whether these niggas were decked out in Grove Street green or not, he didn't trust anything. "Time to start talking, homie. Who are you." "Orlando. My niggas on Grove Street call me O. This here is Will." Carl couldn't see much of Will, just that his hands were up near the glove compartment. Orlando looked like almost every hardcore gangsta on the street. His face was young, yet hardened by a lust for death, and an eagerness to impress. His dark scowl portrayed a deep-set cruelty that made Carl pause now that he noticed it. Orlando looked proud, prominent features more than handsome. Under his green flannel shirt, a white tank top stretched tight over a taut form. "I ain't heard of either you, homie!" "You doubtin' we Grove Street? Fuck, I grew up on Grove, man. I watched you playin' ball up at Big Smoke's place since I was a fuckin' kid! I seen the way you wasted that nigga fuckin' game after game!" Carl's fingers stayed tight about his pistol, as he watched Orlando's passionate explanation. That much was true though, he had played plenty of basketball on Grove. Smoke never was good at that game. The fat fuck. Carl felt his mind hardening to someone he had once trusted like a brother. "Grove Street is purple now, nigga. Fuckin' Ballaz runnin' the whole place. We some of the few of the fam that got the fuck outta there before Smoke and Ryder finished everything." Carl felt the pain of things again, the sickening reminder of how things had turned so quickly over the last few days. Orlando was staring back at him, his expression hateful. He recognized the pain that he saw there. For a moment, his grip relaxed. Carl forced himself not to trust so easily. Not after what had happened. His whole body was still tight with adrenaline, ready to explode into action at the slightest movement. "That still don't explain how you tracked me down, homie. Start telling me shit I don't know before I put a fuckin' pistol up in your face and see how well you talk then!" "I know Ceese," Orlando explained. The youth was hard in the face of threats, resentful. "I know his family. I visited his fam out in Vinewood. Your sister told me Ceese was heading out this way to pick you up. We been tryin' to find you two since last night." "Kendl? You talked with Kendl?" "Yeah, nigga. What I just tell you?" Carl's breaths ran ragged in his lungs as he tightened his grip again. His fingers were starting to ache with the tension. His head spun with the thought that someone had got that close to Kendl when Cesar had told him she was hidden. Fuck this. Fuck Cesar. Why the fuck wasn't he back there with her, watching her back? "Look, nigga. We ain't got no place else to go. We rather be up here with you than runnin' fuckin' scared. I don't do that shit. We figured we find you, that you would know what to do about the Ballaz." "Grove Street is down, homie." "Yeah, but that ain't mean I ain't still fuckin' down wit' Grove Street. Fuckin' live or die, nigga. This shit ain't gonna turn me into a bitch. I ain't ditchin' my fuckin' colors." Carl felt an admiration, seeing Orlando, seeing the passion in the youth's eyes. He knew gangbangers like him. They burnt bright and burnt fast. Orlando was the sort who would go down in a hail of bullets when his time came. But in his mind there was nothing worth dying for more than his gang. "We all that's fuckin' left, CJ. But Grove Street ain't down. Fuck that shit. As long as we alive, Grove Street ain't down. WE fuckin' Grove Street." "Yeah, homie. You got that right," Carl replied, subdued. "So get the hell up in here, nigga. These fuckin' hicks got me on edge. I'm sick of bein' stared at." Carl waited a breath or two longer before finally letting go of his pistol. Orlando's words touched him in a place where pride burnt brighter than life. He was right, despite everything that happened, Grove Street wasn't dead. Not while they were still alive. Three homeboys. At least it was a start. Carl pulled his hand out from under his t-shirt and pulled open one of the back doors. He thought that he almost spied a look of relief on Orlando's usually hard expression. Sliding into the back seat, Carl finally got a look at Will. The kid looked younger than even Orlando, who himself looked to have just made it into his twenties. He wore an oversized hoodie in a Grove Street shade of green. His hair was done in cornrows, but just barely. They looked long since needing redoing. Carl thought he looked like the sort of kid who wouldn't survive long on the streets. His face was boyish, maybe a shade lighter than his homeboys. They looked like an odd pair, total opposites. Orlando started the car again, the stereo bursting to life. The skillful guitar playing of Lenny Kravitz filled the car as Orlando pulled back out onto the street. "Are you gonna go my way?" Carl didn't think he had much of a choice but to trust. The paranoia that had haunted him over Cesar made him feel the same way about Orlando and Will. "So where we headed?" Orlando asked. His was driving at that same slow, lazy pace that would hold up traffic anywhere else. "Was fuckin' hard enough trackin' you down, nigga. Probably woulda just gone up the coast to San Fierro if we hadn't found you today." "Just turn right up here. Me and Ceese holed up in some place of his that he bought a while back." Carl felt his foot hit against something on the floor, looking down. It was a well-worn backpack, and something clinked inside as he pushed it a bit further away from him. He got a look from Will, who glanced down behind the seat towards the pack. Carl ignored it, sitting back, dead center. This way he could get a good view of everything. He gave Will a stare that made the kid face the front again."You didn't tell me," Carl said. "How you know Ceese." "Me and Ceese go way back, nigga. I know his fam. I used to do Sunday dinners up in his families' place. Ain't never seen a guy with so much fuckin' family." Carl used the moment to pry a bit more. He reminded himself that he had Kendl's best interests at heart anyway. "So this place you said my sister's up at. Where is it?" "Nigga's place in Vinewood? It's the wrong side of the hills. Lil' shack. One of his brothers owns it or some shit." "Kendl was all good, right?" "Yeah, nigga. She doin' ok from what I can see." Carl didn't worry so much about the two anymore. He figured that he could get them back to Cesar, and if he didn't vouch for Orlando's story, then he could take care of both of them. He tapped Orlando on the shoulder and pointed over towards the prefab complex that was coming up on their right. "I know how you are with yo' sister, CJ. Think about everyone on Grove Street knew not to even look at her wrong while you was out." "Better believe it," Carl muttered. "So chill the fuck already, nigga. I ain't have to tell you Ceese is a good man. He believes in that honor shit. Your sister's aiight. Cesar ain't gonna turn like some niggas we know..." Carl took a heavy breath, neither of them had to speak names. "Best believe that too..." The car bounced a little as they pulled into the rough soiled area of the prefabs. Carl prepared himself again, mentally. Time to see how shit checked out. He found that it was easy to slip back into old patterns of taking care of business. It kept his mind off shit, and kept his mind off the fact it had been weeks since he had last got laid. "Park us over there, homie." "Aiight." Carl got out of the car as soon as it stopped, his big body tightening as he let his right hand linger back again. Part of him argued with his sense of mistrust. But Carl couldn't help it when two of his closest had turned against him so easily. What did it take to sell out your whole damn crew like that? After how many years? Carl put his hand closer to his pistol. 'Grove Street is Grove Street man, what the fuck are you thinking? These boys are legit. You got the last of Grove Street up in here.' The two of them got out of the car. Carl just wanted to wait and see Cesar's reaction. That done, he would trust and try and chill on all the paranoia he had been feeling the last few days. Then maybe they could build something to put things back where they belonged. He knew he was going to need people for that. Loyal people. "Yo Ceese! Come out here a minute!" Carl called. He motioned over at Orlando. "You two hold up a minute, aiight?" "What? What's up?" "Let me get my homie to vouch for you." "Fuck this, CJ." "Nah, chill your fuckin' self. We Grove Street? You do shit my way." Carl closed his hand about the pistol and this time pulled it out, letting it hang lightly at his side. He liked the way that shut Orlando up, and made the homeboy fear just a little. Will had pulled his hood up over his head, hanging back near the car like he didn't want to be here. The door of the prefab opened, and Cesar stepped cautiously onto the veranda. His expression was guarded as he stared at Orlando, but it wasn't an initial reaction. Carl guessed he had already checked them out through the window before coming out. The tall Hispanic stayed back, silent and staring at Orlando with that look of surprise. Carl didn't like it at all. Certainly not the way you would treat an old homeboy. "Sup, Ceese? Remember me?" Carl kept his grip firm on the pistol, but still let it hang relaxed at his side. "You know this nigga, homie?" "Si, I know him, homes. What's up? Where you find him?" "Find him snooping around Hicksville with his homeboy here. He says he's from Grove Street and he knows you and your family." "Yeah, dude, he does," Cesar replied, still standing near the door. "We used to chill." "What about now? You still chill these days?" asked Carl. "You vouching for him, homie?" "Si, usted puede confiarlo en. He's cool." Orlando finally gave a smile, glancing over at Carl with a rather vindicated look. He swaggered over towards Cesar, and gave him a staunch street hug, one-armed and straight forward. He muttered quietly to the Hispanic. Carl frowned, noticing the way Cesar seemed so hesitant. He barely responded to Orlando's greeting. It was like he didn't even want to touch him. Orlando pulled back, staring Cesar over. "I guess you two got plenty shit you want to catch up on, but right now, we got to figure out what to do from here." Carl shoved the pistol back in his pants. "Sorry if I acted like I ain't trust you O." Carl motioned the smaller gangbanger over, and then gave him a hug, one like Orlando had tried to give Cesar. He felt the hardness of Orlando's body against his for the moment, he gave off a heat. Orlando kept close, muttering to Carl. "It's all good, nigga. Ain't like shit like this happens every day. I ain't blame you for bein' so fuckin' tight 'bout all this." Carl pulled back, giving Orlando a hard look. Damn, the nigga had a mouth on him. He could see him getting beat on for shooting off so much back on Grove Street. Orlando barely gave it any mind, seeming to let that be the last of the matter. "Figured you two was gonna go back to your brothers, nigga," Orlando remarked to Cesar, heading up into the prefab. "What with Kendl being back there an' all." Cesar still seemed a little shell-shocked for some reason. "Yeah, that was the plan, ese." "It was?" Carl asked. He pushed Will in passed him, the younger homeboy still lingering back. Carl was starting to recognize that hesitant, standoffish nature that he had seen in Cesar last night. The Hispanic shrugged. "Figure it as good as any, dude, plus I know how you worrying about your sister." Carl headed inside and took a seat on one of the many that lined the wall of the lounge area. There might have been plenty of places for all of them to sit, but there was no way the four of them were going to be able to crash here for much longer than a night. Orlando took up a place opposite him, his manner relaxed since he had seen Cesar. He slouched, low and wide-legged. "All I wanna know right now is what happened back on Grove Street," Carl said. "I wanna know where shit's standing. Ceese tipped me off about my brother Sweet getting ambushed by Ballaz." "You know Ryder and Smokes behind all that shit," Orlando remarked, with that passionate, hateful fire in his eyes again. "Because they rolled on up to Grove Street wit' a grip of Ballaz, ready to start bustin'. They fuckin' struck his colors. Way they was talkin' you an' Sweet was already dead. But Will here heard shit a little different. He heard you got out and Sweet got arrested." "Yeah, that's sorta true, homie." Carl couldn't help but sense the feeling between them. It was like all the times he had huckered down and planned his next move. Except then it had been with his brother, and Ryder and Smoke. He still couldn't get over what had gone down. But bit by bit, all the pieces were coming together, and there was little other course but to accept it and move on as best he could. He had to try and pick up the pieces of this mess. "This some ol' heavy planned shit, nigga," Orlando continued. He was back up on his feet. "Ballaz's moved in on all Grove Street turf in one big hit. But wit' Ryder and Smoke on their side, ain't no way they could fail. They knew all our secrets. When the time comes, and they layin' face down, best believe I'm gonna piss on their backs..." "I appreciate your loyalty, man," Carl said. "We gonna need soldiers like you if we going to do anything about this." He glanced up at Cesar who had been stolidly silent throughout, "You down, ain't you homie? You gonna ride with us?" Carl noticed everyone's eyes were on Cesar, and yet he was still as hesitant and unfocussed as he always was of late. Carl wondered if perhaps losing his crew had fucked him up more than it had fucked up him. He had two niggas on his side now. Cesar had no one other than him. Cesar hadn't acted as messed up as he had over the last few days. The Hispanic stayed leaning up against the counter, "'Course, homes. You know I'm always down to help you out." Carl noticed how he was still sharing glances with Orlando. The braided gangbanger hardly appeared worried about it. "Whatever we do, we gonna need a larger place than this," Carl asked. "Ceese, you got a place closer to Los Santos? Like near where Kendl's at?" Cesar shook his head, distracted. Carl pulled himself up to his feet and walked over to him. "Ceese, snap out of this shit, homie. We need to keep our minds on this and sort it out." "Ay, I'm sorry, homes." Cesar avoided his eye, sighing quietly. "I just need a bit of air." "Huh...?" "If we goin' anywhere I'm gonna need more fuel in my tank, nigga," Orlando remarked. "Why don't you and Will go take care that shit. We can sort out what to do when you get back." "Whatever." Carl was more preoccupied with Cesar and his continue strange moods. It was beginning to fuck him off. The Hispanic had more mood swings than a damn bitch. He caught his hard thoughts, rubbing his hand back over his short shaved head. He wanted to give Cesar a break, but it was hard when he was acting like this. He watched as he headed out of the prefab. "Forget that nigga," Orlando said. "Take care of my car, CJ. We don't need to rush this shit. Ain't like Ryder and Smoke goin' anywhere. Fuckers are sittin' pretty up in Grove now. They ain't moving." "Yeah..." Carl barely heard Orlando, heading out after Cesar. What the fuck had come over him? He quickly spied the Hispanic leaning up against the prefab, further along the battered wooden exterior. He headed over towards him, a look of concern etched into his dark features. "What the fucks going on, Ceese? You bugging out." "Ay, I'm cool, homes."I ain't never seen you act like you've been the last few days, man." Carl kept close to the Hispanic, preferring to keep his voice down. He glanced back towards the door, but it looked as if their two new allies were staying inside. "This got something to do with that nigga Orlando?" "Si, homes, but not how you think." "I thought you said you two were cool?" "We are. I just haven't seen him in a while, Carl. It's a bit of a surprise." Carl frowned, still keeping close to the Hispanic, "You two have a falling out or something?" "Nothing like that, homes," Cesar said. He finally turned to face Carl, looking him in the eyes for the first time in a while. "We two used to be close. Cйrrese como hermanos, like you and me are now. But then I met your sister..." "Yeah, girls change things like that sometimes," Carl replied. Things were starting to make a little more sense. He kicked at the hard, dirt ground. "He don't look like the sort that be too cool with a change like that." Cesar looked at him strangely for a moment, but then shrugged. "Nah, dude, he wasn't. But I swear, things are cool ok?" He put a hand on Carl's shoulder, just staring at his eyes for a few very long moments. Carl started to feel uncomfortable in the silence, but Cesar broke it with an almost soft remark, "We hermanos, right?" "Of course, Ceese. Why you think that shit's going to change?" "I don't, but shit gets twisted up sometimes," Cesar replied. There was a resignation about his expression. "I'm just glad we homeboys, ese. I'm happy with that." "Yeah, I'm glad we homeboys too." Cesar looked past him, and Carl glanced back over his shoulder to see Will standing near the door. The young black held up a set of keys before tossing them over in Carl's direction. He grabbed them effortlessly, and grunted, looking obviously put out by the suggestion. "I better take care of this. I guess we ain't gonna get that chance to chill by ourselves for a few days yet, Ceese." Carl was surprised that the Hispanic chuckled, smiling back at him. His mood seemed better, some of the weight that was resting on his soul lifted. "Ay, it's cool, homes. We get our chance." "C'mon then, homeboy," Carl remarked, trudging over towards the car, and motioning to Will. "Let's go take care of this shit. You can tell me a lil' about yourself on the way." Carl got into the car, waited for Will before starting it on the first try, and reversing out slowly. He noticed Orlando standing near the door, watching, before he turned the car about and headed back out onto the street. It would feel good to get back into things, Carl considered. It was hard sitting still, even if it had only been a day. The thought of doing nothing, laying low for so long intimidated Carl. He looked over at Will, sitting slouched in the passenger's seat. The young homeboy's hood was still pulled down over his head, shadowing his face. He seemed almost totally oblivious to what was going on around him, his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie. Carl turned the stereo off, hoping it might encourage the youth into talking. He wasn't surprised when it didn't. "So how long you known O?" Carl asked casually, trying to remember if he had spotted a gas station anywhere in his time out of the prefab. Will shrugged, answering with little more than a grunt. "You been down with Grove Street long? I ain't seen you around." "You been out of town the last few years." Carl frowned, feeling the obviousness of the remark drive home the point. Grove Street had been great once, and up until the last few days, it had been great again. But it was becoming more and more obvious that it had been Carl and his brothers' hand that had ensured that. He really had been gone a long time if Grove Street could come to this, friends betraying friends, family not even recognizing family. "Well I'm not leaving Grove Street again," Carl remarked, quietly. "Things gonna be different this time around, homie." The comment elicited little from Will. Carl glanced over, seeing the homeboy staring out at the buildings they passed. Distant and silent. Carl grunted, annoyed. He decided not to push the youth, happy that he spotted a gas station not too much further up the main stretch. The suspension groaned as Carl pulled up into the bay. Cesar could probably work wonders with this car, he thought. Carl got out of the car and proceeded to fill it up, his mind already going through the options. With two cars, they could head back towards Vinewood and hole up there. Maybe there was a back way that Cesar knew about. Maybe they could rent a couple of motel rooms, find out whether there were any other survivors of Grove Street. Carl ignored the stares that he got from the old man attending the office. For some reason he started wondering about Tenpenny, and his brother. Carl wasted little time paying for the gas and heading back to the prefab. He ignored Will for his thoughts as he finalized the plan. Carl felt the charge of action again, revitalized by the thought and reality of a new direction. Things were going to be looking up from here. With Cesar at his back, along with the other two from Grove Street, he had a solid way ahead. Carl found himself admitting begrudgingly to himself, Orlando was right. As long as they were alive, Grove Street was alive. Carl pulled the car around and parked near the entranceway, in preparation for a quick leaving. He figured an hour's tops was all they needed to stay here. Getting out of the car, he noticed Will fall in stride with him, and felt somewhat hard about his feelings towards the youth. It seemed strange that the future of Grove Street was partly in the hands of two gangsters so vastly different, Orlando and Will. The prefab felt empty as Carl headed back up inside, a cursory glance not revealing either Orlando or Cesar. Carl heard the sound of voices from the bedroom, recognizing O's harder tone. He headed towards them, eager to get them underway and out of this tiny hideout. It was time to get towards bigger and better things. "I'm just sayin', nigga, for old times' sake. Stop bein' a fuckin' bitch 'bout it." Cesar's voice carried more lightly on the air, making Carl stop in his tracks, "Homes, I'm not joking. I don't suck cock anymore. I told you, ese, I'm going to marry Kendl. That part of my life is over. No hago eso más." What the fuck?! Carl paused near the blanket that kept the bedroom separate from the living area. He didn't believe he could have heard that right. "That ain't what yo' dick sayin' right now, Ceese. I see how yo' still lookin' at me. So why you ain't get down on yo' knees fo' me, give a nigga a lil' love." "I'm serious, homes. I can't do it." Cesar's voice sounded harder. "Homes... don't do that." Carl felt his big chest tighten, his mind rioting at the reality of what he was hearing. Disbelief swamped him, and he started the few brief steps towards the door. He had to put shit straight, he had to see this for himself. There was no way that Cesar had just said what he had. 'My fuckin' homeboy doesn't suck cock!' Carl felt something on his arm, glancing back annoyed in his growing anxiousness to see what was going on. He saw Will, holding onto his arm, the youth's face deadly serious, yet still shadowed by his hood. Will shook his head slowly, as if warning off against what Carl meant to do. The big black tugged his arm away fiercely and turned to shove back the blanket. "Just go down, nigga." Carl saw the shock in Cesar's eyes, the look of horror on his light features. It struck Carl almost as immediately as how close Orlando was to the Hispanic. That and the fact that the black's sagging cargos were down around his ankles, exposing those long, sinuous legs and dark boxers. He had Cesar backed up hard against the only wall space in the bedroom, trapped with an arm hard up against a wall. Carl thought how it looked almost like Orlando was in front of a urinal, ready to take a piss. There was no way what Carl heard could have been wrong. Carl could see it all too easily. Cesar was all but ready to drop to his knees and suck Orlando's dick. The thought of it made Carl's mind reel in disgust and disbelief, hearing those words off Cesar's tongue. His own fucking homeboy! Everything began to hit home, with the force of a baseball bat to the head. Being in bed with Cesar. Discovering that porn tape. The way Cesar had lingered those few times. Carl shook his head, anger mixing with disgust on his dark features. He saw the effect it had on Cesar, the way the Hispanic's eyes reached out, how they panicked within. He saw Orlando's cocky smirk as the gangbanger glanced back towards him. Carl let his expression harden, before turning away from the bedroom. "Homes! CJ!" Carl ignored Cesar, hearing the Hispanic raise his voice in Spanish in the bedroom, then something that sounded like a thump. Carl just knew he couldn't be here as he pushed past Will and headed outside, he couldn't be near Cesar or Orlando. This changed everything, and there was no way in fuck Carl could let himself stay.

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