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mujhe pyar, (What follows is a work of fiction. All readers must be over eighteen years of age. It is suggested that readers use their most open minds, but, since some have nothing resembling such, this cannot be made a requirement for enjoying the story. If you are one of those poor, unfortunate thinkers who have lost the key of acceptance and cannot open their minds, please don’t continue reading what you know will stir up your righteous indignation.)Chapter OneMy Dad made mistakes the year I was 18. He was a deputy sheriff in Oklahoma City. He was busted for dealing pounds of methamphetamine, and given thirty-five years. Because he was a lawman, he was put in solitary confinement. Putting ex-lawmen in solitary confinement is a clever way of letting the general prison population know they’re cops. I was just finishing the drawing I was going to send him for my 19 Christmas, when I found out he had beaten himself up and then hung himself in his cell at the prison at Lexington.Mom made some mistakes, too, but hers were more innocent…at least at first. After Dad beat himself to death, Mom grieved for about a year, about the appropriate time for a wife-beater who was wired all the time. Then she started dressing more attractively. She also started taking the stairs to and from the third-floor law office where she was a legal secretary. She had some extra weight to take off if she hoped to find a husband who wouldn’t take off, she said. When she fell down the stairs and broke her arm in seventeen places, her job as well as her motivation to exercise ceased.Mom had no choice. She was alone in Oklahoma City without a husband or a job. She also had a hungry, growing teenaged son. She packed our belongings in the back of her Ford Country Squire station wagon and drove us the one hundred and twenty miles from OKC to Hanging Tree, Oklahoma–the strangest smalltown in the world.Hanging Tree was named after a hanging tree that still stood–after two hundred proud years of evil–in the yard of the courthouse square in the center of the tiny town. The tree had been used for hanging in the previous century first by the “civilized” Native Americans then by the “cultured” European invaders. Ropes tied to its strongest and most accessible limb had ended hundreds of lives over the years. I thought the town was going to end my life without the courtesy of a noose.Mom moved us in with her widowed mother in a white clapboard house at the southskirts of Hanging Tree. From the moment we moved in, there was trouble. Trouble was named Stanley. Stanley was my cousin, but he wasn’t proud of that fact. To him, my father’s disgrace was mine and my mother’s as well. He was a thick-skulled, ex-Marine, 18 years older than I was, but he became my personal demon. He didn’t like the idea that Mom and I were living with his grandma, increasing her burden in her golden years. He loved his grandma. He respected his grandma like any good military man. When he came over and threatened to kill me if I didn’t leave, I told him to go fuck himself, so he decided to change tactics. That’s why he told Grandma Russell that I’d been having sex with my mother since Dad went to prison. It was his way of gently motivating his beloved grandmother to do the right thing and kick us out.I had just walked into the yard at Grandma’s house. I’d been across town at a friend’s house smoking pot. I loved the way pot made me feel, and the fact that it was illegal only made me feel closer to my dead Dad. Grandma was out in the yard, hanging washing on the clothes line. They liked hanging things in Hanging Tree. I had no idea my grandmother was waiting to hang me up for the rest of my life.As I walked into the yard, Grandma Russell said, “Micheal, come here! I want to talk to you!”She sounded serious, so I stopped in the yard and said, “What you want, Grandma?”She walked her bony, wrinkled ass, working her elbows for propulsion, and came quickly across the yard to where I stood by the gate. When she got two feet from me, she stopped, put one hand on a hip, and shook the index finger of her other hand in my face. Taken aback, I said, “What’s the deal, Grandma?”“Micheal Russell, have you been having sex with your mother?” The finger in my face wagged out each word. “Stanley was over here this morning and said you’ve been doing it with your mother ever since your father went to prison and died! If you have, you had just better confess your sin so I can pray for you!”I looked at her. I started to speak, but words wouldn’t come. I was shocked beyond tears or self-defense. From my 18-year-old viewpoint, I was living through a hell on earth. My father had been disgraced, imprisoned, and killed. My mother had disabled herself, and we’d had to move from Oklahoma City to a scab like Hanging Tree. I had been getting one or two pimples that made me self-conscious. We had no money, I had no friends, and now my grandmother was accusing me of fucking my mother!“No, Grandma! No! Christ!”“Don’t you use the name of the Savior in vain, young man. You’re in enough trouble with Heaven for having carnal knowledge of your own sweet mother and her with one bad arm!”“But I didn’t! I didn’t have sex with Mom! Grandma! Stanley’s lying! Why are you so quick to believe something like that just because my sick cousin Stanley says it’s so?”She looked at me with hidden disappointment dawning as she realized that it probably wasn’t true. She had been ready for a battle against the devil for my soul and Momma’s pussy. Now that she began to believe I was telling the truth (and at the time I was), she became embarrassed. But it was a strange embarrassment.Instead of acting as if she were embarrassed about what she had said, she acted as if she were naked in front of me. When a woman is simply apologizing for being irrational, she doesn’t cover her clothed breasts with her arm, or splay her hand over her clothed pussy. I was young, but I read a lot. I knew the signs, and there was no mistaking the look in Grandma’s eyes. She was as turned on as a cat in heat.She took the hand that had symbolically hidden her pussy and put it on my arm. She smiled at me and laid her head against my shoulder. I couldn’t believe what seemed to be happening. Then she removed any doubt. Putting her other hand on the bulge in the front of my jeans, my grandmother said, “Since your grandfather died, it seems like my old cunt does all my thinking for me.”The longer Grandma massaged my dick through my jeans, the more forgiving I became. “Your Mom is going to be in Tulsa till late tonight. Let’s go in the house,” she said. I was easily led.We went to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and pulled me close to her. With a wicked gleam dancing in her old eyes, Grandma undid my belt and fly, took out my rock-hard eight inches (the only thing Dad left me), and dove for it like a big-mouthed bass for a spinner. I’d never experienced the like before, but Grandma had. She knew just what to do, grabbing my ass, twirling the tip of her tongue around the head of my dick as it bobbed in and out of her mouth. In what seemed like moments, I was holding the back of Grandma’s head with both hands and squirting cum into her throat. She moaned as she sucked. My head was reeling from the orgasm and from the thought of what I was doing.When she’d sucked me dry, she sat back, wiped her lips, smiled at me and said, “Now…you may not be fucking your mother, but you can fuck your old grandma’s pussy if you want.” She pulled her feet up on the bed, pulled up the hem of her dress, spread her legs, and scooted her hips forward on the bed. I reached down and grabbed her panties and pulled them down her skinny thighs and off over her tiny feet. She reached down and spread her inner lips. My dick got hard again.I kneeled on the bed and positioned myself between her thighs. Grandma reached in the front of her dress and pulled out a long, hard-nippled breast. Then she reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. “Oh, God forgive me! Heaven knows I need this!” Then she put the head of my dick between her moist lips. She threw her arms around my lower back and slammed me into her sixty-year-old snatch. It was warm, and soft, and I was hooked.In the limited day to day evaluation of a teenage boy, I became quite fond of life in Hanging Tree. I went to school where I was a slightly shy new kid with few friends, but when I came home I had plenty of opportunities to relieve the day’s stresses. Every time Mom was out of the house, I’d fuck Grandma like we were newlyweds. I had her all over the house. She made me like the forbidden aspect of our lovemaking by being up front with her wickedness. Sometimes I’d worry about people coming to the door, because when I was sliding my big dick in and out of Grandma’s lush, withered cunt, she’d shout things like, “That’s it. That’s it, son! Fuck Grandma’s pussy hard! Oh, you grandmotherfucker!”Mom never let on that she knew. I found out that Grandma had told her soon after it began, but Mom played dumb. Then on the night of July 4th, 1979, Mom and Grandma started getting ready to go somewhere. I came in the house and went to the refrigerator to get a Dr. Pepper. I noticed them getting ready and asked where they were going.“You’re going too,” Grandma said. “Go get cleaned up some.”“Where am I going?” I asked Mom who came into the kitchen, asking me to zip her up. (Her right arm was still weak from the fall.)“We’re going to a special Bible study,” Mom said, smiling over her shoulder at me after I pulled the zipper to her neckline.“Ah, Mom. I don’t want to go to church.” We didn’t make it a habit of going to church. Dad had been a nonbeliever, and Mom hadn’t made a big thing of her beliefs if she had any. I had come to the conclusion that God was a story like Santa Claus that they told you to convince you to be good.With Mom standing right in front of me, smiling at me and working to put her earring on, Grandma walked right up to me and grabbed my bulge. She’d never done anything like that in front of Mom before. I looked at Mom’s face, expecting surprise, and saw only that kindly light she always shined at her only child. Grandma said, “You’ll like this Bible study, you hard-dicked sweetheart. Now go get ready!” She gave my bulge a squeeze that made me see stars. I went to comb my hair.It was indeed a “special” Bible study, but I wondered then, and I still wonder, how unique it was. Christianity, in its more fundamentalist forms, is a repressive disease that starves its practioners for sex. If there were no Christianity, there would be a hundred times less perversion. Christianity forces people to deny their sexuality until it bursts forth in slightly twisted eruptions. I wondered how many churches across the nation has special meetings that only the more sensual Biblethumpers attended.The Bible study was held at a house in the country. When we pulled up about sunset, there were six cars parked carelessly around the circular drive at the front of the expensive home. Grandma parked the station wagon, and we went inside.A beautiful blonde girl of about twelve years met us at the front door and escorted us to a large inner room. There were eleven people in the room. Our number would bring the total to a multiple of seven. I learned that this was thought to be important. The young blonde introduced us to the assembly by happily proclaiming, “The seventh family is here! Here they are! The seventh family is here.”The room was furnished with style. The walls were covered with bright abstract paintings and the leaves of potted plants set all around its perimeter. The open square of the center of the room was bordered by long, plush, white couches. We sat in one corner of the fence of couches, and a tall, thin, dark man in a black business suit stood and began addressing the congregation:“If you have known Love, you have known God,” said the deacon.“If you have known Love, you have known God,” we all repeated.The deacon strolled slowly around the inner square, smiling at each, acknowledging each, as he spoke:“This is a great occasion for us today. Last month we lost three of our members who moved to Los Angeles. We have done well, but there is only so much we can do if we lack the Holy Numbers. Now we have seven families represented by fourteen people. Our prayers will be mighty tonight, praise God.”“Praise God,” the congregation echoed.“I am called The Deacon. No one here uses their everyday name. This is a special meeting of true believers in God’s grace. We believe, as did the first century Christians, that nothing is wrong as long as it hurts no one and is done in true love. Our freedom, eroded by centuries of dogma, is the liberty of the Law of Love.“We all go to regular Fundamentalist churches because Fundamentalism is about all there is in Oklahoma. But this is our true place of worship. Here we thank God for the gift of our bodies. Here we live as we were created to live in shameless Eden.”At that, everyone stood. I’d only been to church once or twice in my life, but I remembered they were big about everybody doing everything together, standing together, sitting together, singing together. I stood. Then everyone started taking their clothes off. It was quiet, unhurried, almost reverent. Not until I saw Mom and Grandma, to my right and my left, disrobing did I come out of my amazement enough to do likewise.When everyone was naked, the Deacon took a seat on the couch. Then the women, all the women, stood and paraded in the center square. At first they said nothing, just walked around, every shape and size of women, every age from the twelve-year-old blonde to my sixtyish grandmother. I couldn’t take my eyes off my beautiful, big-boobed, brunette-bushed Mom. Since I had been wrongly accused of fucking her, fucking her was all I could think about. The mind is funny that way.Then, at a nod from the Deacon, the women stood together in a cluster, raised their prayerful hands to their lips, bowed their heads, and began chanting a Bible verse over and over–“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away.“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away…”Besides the Deacon, there were two other males in the room, a fat man with a grey beard and a skinny redheaded guy a few years older than me. They were all masturbating their cocks to get them hard. I didn’t have to.The women stopped chanting their Bible verses. Then Mom walked over to me, her big breasts swinging, still firm. She held her bad arm under her breasts. She got on her knees in front of me and said, “Be careful of my arm, darling.” Then she bowed her head again and took the head of my dick in her mouth.I was ecstatic. Nothing had ever felt as good. Looking down incredulously, I saw her beautiful hazel eyes smiling at me merrily as she sucked my big, thick dick into her pretty mouth. I began to rock my hips up and down, fucking her mouth. Her good hand crept up my thigh and squeezed my balls.“Oh, fuck this,” I said. I got up and set her where I’d been sitting. She was more beautiful to me, sitting there with her legs pulled back, smiling at her son about to fuck her, than anything I’d seen before or have seen since. I grabbed my throbbing dick in my right hand. I was going to fuck my mother! I was going to be a motherfucker just like I’d been accused of being. I was about as far from being ashamed of it as I could be. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.I could feel the individual hairs of my mother’s hot cunt touching the head of my dick as I guided it between her fat, olive-pink pussylips. When I stuck the head in her hole, Mom cooed, “Oh, yes! Stick that big, beautiful dick in Momma’s hot, hairy pussy. Oh, Micheal! Stick it in and fuck me. I’ve wanted this for so long.”I shoved my dick up in my mother as far as I could. Her heat and sweet creaminess was all the more delightful because it was forbidden. I was fucking my dear sweet mother, had my dick in her pussy, and I wanted to stay there for the rest of my life. Pumping my dick back and forth, in and out of Mom’s soft, wet twat, I heard the sucking sound that’s a soundtrack to sex. The sound itself turned me on even more. I looked down and watched Mom’s cuntlips cling to my dick. Her breathing was becoming quicker and uneven. I reached down and began sucking her rose-brown nipple while my hips continued driving my truck up her tunnel.I was sucking and fucking Mom enthusiastically, when I felt her start to spasm. She began moaning my name faster and faster, throwing her pussy up to meet my jabbing cock. Then she almost screamed, “Oh, God is Love! Micheal, fuck Mommy’s pussy. Oh, fuck Mommy’s wet hairy hole! I’m cumming! I’m CUMMMING!!”Pulling my mouth roughly off her tit, I straightened up and began kissing Mom’s mouth like we were horny kids in the backseat of a car. I pounded my cock in her cunt and French kissed her through her orgasm. When she was spent, I kept fucking her slowly. Her eyes looked into mine and widened. I smiled at her, kissed her lips briefly, and then, punctuating every word with a thrust of my dick into her honeypot, I said, “Mom, I hope you like what you started, because you’re mine now. I’m going to fuck you like you were my girlfriend from now on. Say it. Say this pussy is mine.”She put her hands on my biceps and wiggled her pussy from side to side as I slammed into it. “Oh, yes, darling. Mom’s yours now. Your Daddy’s gone, and you’re going to fill more than his shoes.” She laughed and then pulled herself up to my sweating body and began slapping her sopping cunt up to meet the rhythm of my dick. “Anytime you want to borrow a little of your Momma’s hot pussy, all you have to do is ask, sweetheart. All you have to do is ask.”Still fucking, but feeling my own orgasm rising, I laughed and said, “Why do I have to ask?”When I asked the question, Mom had been sucking on my right nipple. She pulled her face back and began running her fingers through my sweaty chest hair as my strokes in her steaming twat got faster and faster. “Because that’s the Law of Love,” she said. Just as I started shooting a huge load of cum up her gleefully incestuous cunt, Mom began chanting:“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away. Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away. Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away.”THE END Part 1 – An Acquired Taste “So, honey, what did ya get me for my birthday this year?” Smiling, my wife sucked a drop of butter from her finger and told me “It’d better be good.” Uh-oh. I’d completely forgotten about it, and I think she knew it. Stalling, I snatched a piece of toast from her plate and crammed it in my mouth, mumbling incoherently around it. “You forgot, didn’t you.” Crossing her arms over her breasts, she just sat there and glared at me. I tell you – if looks could kill . . . “As a matter of fact,” I replied, “I didn’t.” Thinking quickly, I walked over and began massaging her shoulders, my fingers just inches away from her magnificent globes of flesh. “I just figured that, for once, I’d give you something you really want.” “Really?” She still sounded suspicious, but as I felt the tension leave her shoulders, I knew I had pulled it off. Looking up, she asked me “Well, what is it . . .” Giving her my biggest smile, I told her “Anything you want.” “Huh?” “I mean it.” Kneeling beside her, I took her hands in mine and kissed them softly. She always liked that. “You tell me what you want, and it’s yours. I put away some extra money, arranged for Dave to cover for me at work, and cleared my schedule for the weekend. I’m prepared for anything you come up with.” I had to admit, for a blatant lie, it sounded pretty damn convincing. “Are you covering?” she asked me, clearly uncertain. “I mean, did you really plan this?” “You bet, babe. For once, I wanted you to have a present that really means something to you.” “Hmm . . .” Biting her upper lip, Vicky slowly shook her head. “That’s a tough one.” Then, smiling, she asked, “Do you really mean anything?” “Yup.” I had no idea what she was thinking, but it was too late to back out now. “You always complain we never do anything exciting, so this is your chance.” “Ooohhh, that gives me so many ideas.” Kissing the top of my head, she slipped out of the chair and headed for the bedroom. Still smiling, she let her black-lace nightie slide to the floor and told me “Give me till dinner. You’d better believe I’m not gonna waste this.” As I watched her pretty little behind sashay its way down the hall, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. When we’d first met, she’d been a pretty wild gal. I’d loved it at the time, sure, but now it worried me. She’d proposed some really kinky stuff in the past, and I’d tried a few things just to keep her happy, but I don’t think she’d ever really opened up. Now, seeing that familiar smile on her face, I knew she was planning something really bizarre. “You gotta go through with it, Mark.” Tossing the rest of the toast in the garbage, I dropped the plate in the sink and hoped she’d show some mercy. “After all,” I tried to reassure myself, “What’s one night compared to the lifetime of marriage we have ahead of us?” “Mark!” Yelling at me from somewhere upstairs, Vicky called down, “Meet me in the bathroom!” The bathroom? I knew I had said ‘anything’, but what the hell could you do in the bathroom? “Alright, alright, I’m coming!” As I stepped into the bathroom, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The woman standing before me couldn’t be the woman I had married. Not that I minded the look – not at all – it’s just that I’d never seen her like that before. “Wow,” I told her, whistling softly. “Is that all you can say?” I suppose her pouting was supposed to make me feel bad, but it looked too damn sexy to work. “You’ve had a busy afternoon.” “Mmm. Do you like?” “Oh yes, Mark like very much!” She had taken her straight, blonde hair and transformed it into a full, wavy cascade of fire. Then, to match her knew hair-colour, she had painted her nails a bright red, adding inch long extensions to her fingers. And, as if that wasn’t enough, she had really laid the make-up on thick, giving her a slutty, almost whorish appearance that really turned me on. It was like the old days all over again. “Good. The only thing left to do is shave.” “And what? Do you want me to watch?” “Nope. You’re the one who’s going to get shaved.” As soon as I saw her smirk, I knew what she meant. She’d hinted at it for a long time, and I guess this was her chance to finally get her way. Oh well, if this was the worst she had to offer, then I guess I could live with it. “Here, sit on the toilet, while I get you all lathered up.” Five minutes later and a full year of work was down the drain – literally. I can’t remember what it was that had caused me to grow a mustache, but I had liked it. She hadn’t. “There, that looks so much better.” “You think so?” Seeing myself in the mirror, I just thought I looked strange – naked almost. “Sure do.” Then, turning me around for a deep, passionate kiss, she added, “Feels much better to.” When she finally let me come up for air, I laughed “So, that was your birthday wish?” For some reason, her answering laugh made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. “Not even close, buster. You promised me the weekend, and I plan to use it all.” That wasn’t quite what I had meant, but there was no backing out now. Deciding to make the best of it, I smiled and asked her “Well then, what’s next?” “Hmm. Follow me.” Follow her I did, right into the bedroom. Once there, I marveled at what she had done to the place. She’d draped heavy black curtains over all the windows, placed scented candles all over the place, and set up the video-camera in the far corner of the room. Not only that, but she had put some kind of shiny pink covering on the bed. Feeling it, I asked, “Is that rubber?” “Close enough. It’s latex.” As she hunted through her dresser, she added “They’re really fun when wet, and they’re easy to clean up.” Then, her hands hidden behind her, she added “Trust me, we’re gonna need ’em.” “Whatever.” I tried to look nonchalant as I shrugged, but I was getting worried again. What the hell had I gotten myself into? “Lay down,” she told me, “And spread your arms and legs.” I knew what was coming next. We’d played this game a few times before, and I’d actually enjoyed some of it. “As least use the padded ones, please?” “Nope. This is my show. Remember that.” A minute-and-a-half later, and I was handcuffed to the bed, my hands and feet secured to each the four bedposts. As such, I was powerless to resist when she slipped the blindfold over my face. “Hey, what are you doing?” This was new, and I wasn’t sure I liked it. Not knowing what she had planned for later was one thing, but not knowing what she was doing now was quite another. “Shh, it’s supposed to heighten your other senses.” Strangely enough, she was right. Deprived of my sight, the first thing I noticed was the scented candles. Next, was the sound of my restless body squeaking and squelching against the latex sheets. Just as I was about to ask what was next, I found out. “Oh, that feels good, baby. Mmm, keep sucking, yeah.” One thing I had always loved about Vicky’s wild years was that they had taught her to become a champion cock-sucker. Many’s the morning I’ve woken up to find her pretty lips wrapped around my dick, just waiting for some breakfast cum. And tonight she was in rare form. She started slowly, just taking the head into her mouth, but quickly progressed from there. Alternatively sucking on the down strokes and blowing in the up ones, she took a little bit more into her mouth each time, eventually ending up with her lips pressed up against my balls. “Ohhh, fuck yeah.” Groaning, my only regret was that I couldn’t see the bulge my cock made in her throat. That always turned me on. “You like that, eh?” she teased, releasing me from her mouth. “Would Mark like some more?” That was a stupid question. “You know I do, you slut.” “Mmm, too bad this is my weekend, not yours.” For a moment, I was afraid that meant the blowjob was over, but she added “Then again, I think I would like some more.” This time, she took a deep breath and forced herself to swallow it all on the first try, kissing my balls again. “Oh, christ!” If she had even moved, I would have cum right then and there. Fortunately, she sensed the same thing and just held me in her mouth until the moment passed. Then she did something she had never done before. Using a trick she had never shown me before, she relaxed her throat even further and continued to take me deeper and deeper. It must have been a real stretch for her, but a minute later she had my cock down her throat and my balls in her mouthcuckold sex stories “Holy shit!” I could feel every drop of blood in my body rushing to my cock and I knew I would cum any minute now. She had her lips lock around the base of my sac, was tonguing my balls and sucking my cock at the same time! “That’s it!” I growled, “Here it comes!” The first spurt must have gone straight into her stomach, but she quickly pulled back and let me fill her mouth with my explosion of cum. As I felt spurt after spurt after spurt of the creamy white stuff shoot out and fill her mouth to overflowing, I thought I was gonna black-out. I had never cum so hard and so long in my life! Whatever else she had prepared for me that weekend, I suddenly wasn’t so worried. I was still cumming when she pulled her mouth off my cock, but I couldn’t blame her. Wishing I could rip the blindfold off my face, I could only imagine what she must look like – her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk thanks to the cum inside, with little streams of it running down either side of her mouth. Smiling at the image, I felt balls finally empty themselves as a final spurt of cum shot out to cover my stomach. “That was incredible,” I panted, still unable to believe how hard I’d cum. “If that’s the kind of stuff you wanna do for your birthday, I think we should have one every day.” “Nice try, but women stop having birthdays at twenty-nine, didn’t you know that?” “Oh well, it’ll get us through the weekend at least,” I joked. “Mmmm, that was nice.” Smacking her lips together, she climbed off the bed and walked across the room, presumably back to her magic dresser. “Hey, where’d ya go?” “Don’t worry,” she whispered in my ear a moment later, “I’m not going anywhere. Yet.” Not giving me time to ask what she meant, Vicky moved down the bed and began rubbing something against my cum-covered stomach. “Hey!” I yelped, “That’s cold!” “Hmmm, not for long.” She must have stayed down there for a good two or three minutes, but I had no idea what she was doing. Finally, she stopped and the room went silent. As I waited for her to say or do something, I felt my worries coming back. This was torture! “Ah, honey?” I asked. “What are you do – urk.” I gagged on the last word as she shoved something in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but she was really pushing. “Mmmph! Hmmmph!” Finally, she let go, but I still couldn’t push the object out of my mouth. Then, as the initial panic faded away, I realized what it was. “Ohhh, you look so pretty,” she teased. Ripping the blindfold from my face, she asked “Don’t you just love it!” The mirror she was holding showed me exactly what she had done – not that I needed it. She had fitted her favourite penis-gag over my face, but only after coating it with my cum. I wanted nothing more than to spit it out, run to the bathroom and wash my mouth out, but I couldn’t. It was as secure as my handcuffs, and she knew it. “Now, Mark, I’m gonna go out for a few hours, but I’ll be back to play some more later.” Slipping a tape in the VCR, she hit ‘play’ and smiled. “I think you’ll like this one,” she told me, “I do.” As I tried desperately to keep my tongue away from the cum-covered plastic dick she had shoved in my mouth, I saw an image appear on the screen of a woman giving a blowjob. How fitting. “I threw five of my favourites on this tape – that’s almost eight hours – so I don’t think you’ll get bored.” As she finished putting on her jewelry, she gasped and said “Ooops! I almost forgot.” Grabbing the remote from the floor, she cranked the volume up to thirty – a setting we usually only used for music videos. Then, coming back to the bed, she leaned down and told me “These tapes have the greatest audio, you really gotta love it. Every scream, every cry, every grunt and every groan. Not only that, but the women really love to talk dirty about what they’re doing.” Now I was really worried. Looking up at her with my pleading eyes, I hoped she’d at least remove the gag. Far from it, she squeezed my cheeks and laughed “Smile, honey – you’re on candid camera!” It was only then that I remembered the video camera. Gulping in surprise, I couldn’t help but taste the flood of saliva and cum that ran down my throat, aided by her squeezing my cheeks. Grimacing at the taste, I again wondered what she had gotten myself into. Grabbing a handful of clothes, Vicky gave me a quick kiss on the nose and was gone, closing the bedroom door on her way out. Alone, I decided to make the best of things and enjoy the video, even if I couldn’t masturbate to it. That was when the scene suddenly changed, showing the guy from the first scene on his knees, while the blowjob-girl held his head against her tits. At first I couldn’t understand why he looked so disgusted, but then the camera panned out to show him being face-fucked by another guy! Still tasting the cum in my mouth, I grimaced in disgust and closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I could still hear the woman screaming “-it! Oh yeah, you look so pretty with a big, fat cock in your mouth. I want you to suck that meat, baby, lap at it with your tongue and help our friend fill your sissy-face with cum! Mmm, don’t fight it baby, just-“ I tried not to watch. I tried not to listen. It was no use. The audio was just as good as Vicky said, and my imagination was only too happy to provide the pictures – but with me in the place of the cocksucker on screen. Choosing the video over that, I tried to ignore the fact that I was getting hard again. It was gonna be a long night. “Hi, baby!” “Ummmm. Mmmnnnngghhh. Urrrgghhh.” “Sorry, darling, but I can’t understand a fucking word you say.” Sitting down on the edge of the bed she smiled and told me “You really shouldn’t talk with your mouth full.” “Uuuaaaggghhh!” It was no use. Until she removed the gag, there would be no way to make her understand me. What’s more, every time I tried to say something, my tongue kept coming up against the pink-prick she’d shoved in there, reminding me what that odd taste was. “Mmm. I see you’re enjoying the show.” As her nail traced a line up and down my erect cock, I felt like I would die of embarrassment. For the last four hours I had been forced to watch guy after guy being orally and anally raped while girlfriends/wives/etc. looked on in delight, vocally urging them on. I could only hope that the video wasn’t a preview of what she had planned for me. “Would you like to cum? Huh? Would you?” “Mmmnnngghhh.” Grunting my agreement, I nodded vigorously. “Would you like me to help?” Taking my continued nodding as a sign of my agreement, she wrapped her hand around my cock and began jerking it up and down. I would have preferred her lips, or her pussy, but would gladly take what was offered. It wasn’t long before I was ready to cum, thanks to four hours of intense stimulation without release. My cock was harder and longer than I had ever seen it before and my balls looked like a pair of softballs. The pressure was so incredible, it was painful. “Come on, Markie, cum for me.” Adding a gentle twist to her masturbating hand, Vicky began pumping faster and faster. For a brief moment I was able to forget the movie playing behind her and focussed only on the two of us. As bizarre as the situation was, I needed to cum and was determined to enjoy it. “Unnnggghhh!” Bucking my hips off the bed – as far as the handcuffs would allow – I watched as my cock literally exploded, showering the two of us with cum. It looked like a fucking firehose as it sprayed us with thick wads of gooey semen, spurting so fast you’d almost swear it was a steady stream. “Ooohhh, yesss!” Still jerking my cock, Vicky aimed it at me, allowing a few spurts to land on my face before dying away to splatter against my chest and stomach. To my surprise it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, and it made me grateful for the gag. At least I wouldn’t have to taste any more of it. “That was wonderful, dear. We’ll have to watch TV together a lot more from now on.” Standing, she walked over to her dresser and began rummaging through the bottom drawer. Suddenly, my stomach began to knot as I feared what she was looking for. When she returned to the bed, a triumphant smile on her face, I knew she had. Doing my best to twist and turn away from her attentions, I watched helplessly as she scooped the cum from my body and into a small pink funnel. She had one finger over the bottom – to keep it from leaking – and I could see that it was filling up rather quickly. Finally, she’d gathered all she could and she slowly crawled up the bed toward me. “Ooops! I almost spilled some,” she giggled, almost sliding off the bed, thanks to the sweat-slickened latex sheets. “I told you these were fun!” Then, kneeling beside my head, she reached down to scoop the cum from my face – or so I thought at the time. Instead, she simply began spreading it aroundtaboo amateur sex stories Disgusted, I turned my face away and was rewarded with an eyeful of her cummy fingers. Surprisingly, it really stung, bringing tears to my eyes. “I’m sorry,” she cooed, “But you made me slip.” Waiting for me to look at her, she warned, “You have two eyes . . .” and left it at that. Swallowing my pride, I remained motionless as she finished my sperm-facial. “Oh, you look so pretty,” she howled, bouncing up and down on the bed. “You know, some of the whores downtown just swear by this stuff. Call it nature’s most perfect beauty aid.” Stopping for a moment in order to enjoy her work, she nodded thoughtfully and told me “Looking at you now, I’d have to say they were right!” Grimacing in disgust, I hoped that somehow, I would be spared the further humiliation of seeing this on tape. Maybe she left the lens cap on. Maybe the tape would run out. Maybe the power would go out. Anything, to salvage what little dignity I had left. Next thing I knew, she was running a cum-covered finger over my gag as she leaned down and whispered “If you like that, you’re gonna love this!” With that, she pried open the plug on the gag and popped the funnel in the hole. Jiggling it back and forth, she smiled at me and said “We’re gonna fill it up good! Bet ya never thought of using it like this, hmm?” She was right. We’d filled the dildo portion of the gag with things like beer and wine in the past, for her to suck on as we fucked. I had never imagined anything like this. Oh well, at least I knew she couldn’t force me to suck it. Of course, that made me wonder what she did have in mind. “Ooohh! We filled it right to the top,” she laughed, withdrawing the funnel to allow a small stream of semen to run down my cheek. Then, bracing my head between her knees – so I wouldn’t turn and spill the cum – she asked “Are you ready for me to fill your sissy-mouth with cum? Huh? Just like they do on TV?” Unable to shake my head ‘no’, I had to rely on me eyes to show her how much I didn’t want to do this. Either she didn’t notice or she didn’t care. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out something that looked like a small rubber ball with a nozzle on it. The fact that it was pink assured me that it was meant for the gag. “This little doo-hicky cost me an extra twenty bucks,” she complained, “But was worth every penny.” Screwing it onto the cum-filled hole, she grinned and told me “Open wide, my darling cumslut – here it cums!” Every time she squeezed that ball, the rubber penis shot a load of my own cum into my mouth. Again and again she squeezed and again and again I felt my mouth being filled with cum. I had no choice but to swallow or choke to death on the stuff, so I began swallowing each spurt, hoping it would keep me from tasting it too much. In the end, it made no difference – I’d be tasting my own cum well after she removed the gag. “Well, now that you’ve been milked and fed, I’m gonna go downstairs and play with my new friends.” Removing the pump, she sealed the dildo shut and climbed off the bed. Smiling at the look of confusion on my face, she began peeling off her clothes, exposing the new tattoo on her ass. It was a picture of a man, on all fours, wearing only a collar and leash, being mouth-fucked by a woman wearing a strap-on dildo and thigh-high stiletto-heeled bitch boots. “Mmm. Do you like it?” she asked, now fully naked. “It’s a birthday present from my new friends.” Giving her ass an exaggerated wiggle as she left the room, she told me “If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll bring some of them upstairs to play with you. Would you like that?” I started to shake my head ‘no’, but she slammed the door shut as soon as she finished the question. Painfully aware of the sounds and picture coming from the TV, the taste of cum in my mouth, and the memory of that tatoo, I wondered again what the hell had I gotten myself into. For the next two hours I just laid there, trying to ignore the video but becoming increasingly aroused despite the situation I found myself in. For the most part, I might have been able to withstand the constant audio and visual stimulation, but there was one scene in particular that I couldn’t forget. It was at the beginning of the fourth movie – approximately five hours into the tape – and it made the rest of the tape seem like softcore, late-night TV porn by comparison. It began with a guy laying in a hospital bed, being attended to by a huge titted nurse. Wearing an outfit two sizes two small, she was deep-throating him while he fondled her tits. I don’t know if it was the outfit or a sign of her arousal, but her nipples looked like they were going to rip through the material at any moment. Just when it looked like he was on the verge of coming, the nurse pulled away and clamped her fingers around the base of his cock, keeping them there until the moment passed. Sympathetic to his predicament – after all, I couldn’t cum either – I watched in awe as the nurse removed her top, revealing a pair of whoppers that were even bigger than I had dared imagine. “Shit! Your bra is fuckin’ soaked,” the guy growled. “You must be one hot bitch to sweat that much!” The nurse just laughed – the same kind of laugh Vicky had been using with me all night. I was immediately suspicious. A moment later I saw just how right I was when she ripped off her bra and began squeezing her tits, showering her patient with jets of warm milk. Until that moment, I had never taken much interest in lactation fetishes, but I quickly became a convert. About ten minutes later – by which time the guy’s chest and face were literally saturated with titmilk – another nurse came in, locking the door. Except for her blonde hair, she could have been an identical twin to the redhead currently feeding the patient. “Hey, it’s supposed to be my turn to feed him,” she complained, already whipping off her top and bra. “Mmm. Go right ahead,” the other nurse sighed, “I don’t think there’s any danger in our patient getting full.” The guy in the bed just moaned a quiet agreement, too involved in suckling at the redhead’s tit to say anything more. Shrugging, the blonde came over to the bed and began adding her own milk to the mess. Every once in a while, the two nurses would lift a tit and shoot the other with a stream of warm titmilk, nearly driving me over the edge. If this kept up for much longer, I honestly believed I might be able to come without any physical stimulation at all. “Well,” moaned the newcomer a few minutes later, “He’s been fed and bathed, but I can’t help but think we’re forgetting something.” The redhead smiled and responded “Dessert.” Then, before the guy in the video knew what was happening, the two nurses pulled him down to the middle of the bed and began attaching him to the various traction pulleys and straps hanging from the ceiling. He seemed nervous, but was evidently willing to go along with whatever they had in mind. I, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to tell him to run. I had no more idea what was to come than he did but, knowing what had been on the rest of the tape, knew it would be nothing good. I was right. In a matter of moments, the two big-breasted nurses had the guy fully restrained, leaving him at their mercy. While the blonde went to get something from the bathroom, the redhead quickly used the traction equipment to put the patient in a frighteningly uncomfortable position. He was still lying on his back, but less than half of him was on contact with the bed. His body was bent almost double, with his knees resting on the pillow above his head, and his cock just a few inches from his mouth. “Is he ready?” asked the blonde, returning from the bathroom. “Yup. Go to it, you filthy-minded little bitch.” Smiling, the blonde proceeded to give the poor guy an enema while the redhead forced him to suck his own cock. Giving the traction restraints a little help, she climbed on the bed, grabbed his thighs, and forced his cock to penetrate deeper and deeper. It was at that point that I turned away in disgust, but the two nurses happily provided a play-by-play of each other actions, keeping me fully informed. And, when I heard the explosive groan and resulting choking sounds, I knew that the guy had been forced to cum down his own throat. Unfortunately, while I was disgusted by the end of the scene, the first twenty-minutes of lactating love had been enough to ensure that my erection remained solid. “Hi, honey!” Startled by the voice, I looked up to find eight naked guys carrying my wife through the door, while a ninth held it open. “Sorry to leave you out of our fun for so long, but we kind of got carried away.” If she was aware of the pun, she gave no sign. Oh fuck, what the hell did she have in mind now? Judging by the sweat on their bodies, my wife’s dishevelled hair, and the guy’s limp cocks, I could only hope they were too spent to do anything to me. As I was to find out, that was entirely the idea. “We’ve got a really special treat for you,” Vicky cooed from her perch. She was resting comfortably in the grasp of eight muscular men, with one for each foot, knee, butt-cheek, and armpit. “You know,” she told me, “They say you can’t have your cake and eat it too but, since it’s my birthday, I’m changing the rules.” As she nodded, the ninth guy came over the bed and removed my penis-gag. Relieved, I tried to ask her what the fuck she thought she was doing, but he clamped a hand over my mouth at the first sound. Nodding, the guy moved as close to the wall as he could and waited for his friends to bring my wife over. “As you’ve probably guessed,” she told me, “These fine young men have all had my cake – or pie, I guess – but I’ve saved the eating part just for you.” At that, the guy nearest the bed took his hand from my mouth and placed some kind of clamp on my nose. “Ow! That fucking hurts!” I cursed, feeling the pressure on my nose. “What the hell do you think -” Suddenly, I was unable to continue the sentence as the eight guys carefully dropped my wife on my face, making sure her gaping, raw pussy was directly over my mouth. That wouldn’t have been so bad – actually, it could have been a lot of fun – but even before her lips touched mine, I felt a colossal load of hot, gooey semen fall into my mouth. Surprise, I swallowed it, only to be rewarded with what seemed an inexhaustible supply from her pussy. “Ohhh, yesss.” Humping my face, Vicky grasped the headboard and ground herself against me. As she did, one of the guys – the one who held the door and gave me my noseplug – bent over and told me what had gone on downstairs. “You should have seen it, man. Your slut wife walked right into the bar, flashed her tits and asked who wanted more. Then she flashed her pussy and invited everyone to come fuck her brains out.” “Yeah,” added one of the other guys, bending over to whisper in my other ear, “We all fucked her at least twice, and some of us three times. And, during it all, she kept her pussy propped up on a pile of pillows, telling us to make sure we filled ‘er up good.”teen sex storiesDisgusted, I was trying my best to hold my breath but was quickly reaching my limit. When a third guy came over to replace the first, I knew I was a goner. “When we was done,” he rasped, “Your bitch had us all jerk off all over her cunt. Said she wanted it covered inside and out.” Ramming a fist down on my stomach, he forced me to take another breath, and receive another load of semen in the process. “That’s almost thirty loads of cum, man.” “Oh, fuck yes!” Vicky screamed her ecstasy to the whole neighbourhood. “I let a bunch of strangers fuck me silly, Mark, and I saved all their ooeey, gooeey, hot and tasty cum for you!” Frantically humping my face while the guys took turns punching my stomach, forcing me to take all she had to offer, she cried “Oh fuck, oh shit, oh yes! That’s how I like it, hon. Suck my pussy! Eat their cum! Drain me like I drained them!” For a minute, I couldn’t figure out what the hell she was talking about. She made it sound like I was an active participant in this bizarre orgy, instead of a reluctant, force-fed cuckold. “Oh, man! He’s really lapping it up!” cried on of the guys. “Shit! He’s sucking our cum from her like a baby at a mother’s tit.” “Yeah, and look at the fucking hardon he’s got!” Yet another guy laughed. “Of course he does! When he’s done cleaning up our generous helpings of semen-surprise, he’s gonna want dessert!” What the hell were they talking about? Could they really believe I was a willing participant in this debauchery? I wanted nothing more than to escape, puke my guts out, take a long shower, and get as far away from this madwoman I called my wife as possible. Instead, I was still guzzling the unending streams of cum dripping from her pussy, forced to swallow them if I was to breathe. What’s more, she hadn’t left me much room to breathe, and everytime I inhaled, I helped suck out a little more cum. “Might as well just relax and enjoy yourself,” one the guys whispered in my ear. “After all, we got all this on video and it’ll certainly give the impression you’re enjoying yourself.” He was right! Terror slowly replacing my disgust, I listened while he idly speculated as to what my boss, co-workers, friends, and family might think of my performance. “Thank you, honey,” Vicky panted from above, “This was the greatest birthday present I could have ever hoped for.” Giggling as she rode my face, she gasped “I can’t wait to see what you have planned for next weekend.” Fully aware that she had me trapped, I wondered the same thing. Part 2 – Something New on the Menu “Oh yes, oh fuck, oh shit, that feels soooo gooood!” Thrashing about wildly, Vicky squealed in delight. For the past three hours I had watched, helpless and bound, as she was fucked by stranger after stranger after stranger. Duct-taped to one of our kitchen chairs, I was an unwilling spectator to a live gangbang, starring my wife. I don’t know how many of them there were, but when I lost count about an hour ago, she was up to seventeen. “Aw, what’s the matter honey?” Turning her head to look my way, she asked “Do you feel left out? Poor baby.” Smiling, she assured me “You’ll get yours soon enough, I promise.” That’s what I was afraid of. Just a week ago – had it really been that long? – she had allowed another group of strangers to use her like some cheap whore. And then, when they had finished dumping their loads in her twat, they had dropped her on my face and forced me to clean their cum from her hole. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, she had videotaped the whole thing while she and the guys shouted their encouragement, giving the illusion that I was enjoying myself! “More! More!” Covered in a thick sheen of sweat – not all of it hers – Vicky raised herself up on her elbows and begged for more. “Please, I need you to fill me again!” Gasping and panting from exhaustion, she offered “If you want a change, take my ass. Anything. Just take those fucking tools and impale me!” “Ah, what about the rubbers?” “Yeah,” asked another guy, “You said we weren’t supposed to take ’em off.” B

My daddy pees on me and I like it. Sometimes I even beg him to whip out his big dick and take a leak right on my face. How did I get this perverted, some people may wonder? Well, it all started last year when my father and I went on vacation to the Jersey shore. We shared a room because we didn’t have enough money for separate quarters. My being a well-developed 18 year-old blonde shouldn’t have been a problem. After all, he was my father and we had rented a suite with a bedroom. He would use that while I slept on a roll-away bed in the living room. We checked in and found to our surprise that the suite assigned to us had a heart-shaped bathtub right in the middle of the living room. I’d heard about these things from friends who went to the Poconos, but I’d never seen one. Little did I know how much trouble I would get into while luxuriating in it. The day after we arrived my father went for a walk down the boardwalk to the next town to check out a bar he’d heard about from a friend. I did some swimming and, to be honest, some trolling for cute lifeguards. One big hunk really made me pussy juice up. It was too bad that he already had a girlfriend. Frustrated and covered with salt water, I came back to the suite and decided to take a bath. I ran the water and stripped out of my bikini. In the mirror over the dresser I could see my foxy little body. My tits are real bouncy and many a man has drooled his saliva over my pencil-eraser nipples. So there I was, lying in the water and feeling real horny. I started massaging my clit, hoping for a big cum. That lifeguard’s little bathing suit had burned itself in my brain and I kept thinking about taking it off without using my hands. I was all worked up and ready to cum when suddenly my father walks out of the bedroom. He’d been there the whole time! There I am with my tongue hanging out and my hand splashing away at my cunt and my own father sees me. I could have died on the spot. “Sally!,” he shouted, “what the hell is going on here? What are you doing?” He sounded furious, which, considering I was only jerking off, seemed too severe a reaction. “I’m sorry. It’s just that . . .” How could I explain this? “It’s just that you’re a little slut,” he answered for me. “A whore. A fingerfucking cunt just like your mother.” He was livid as he dragged up memories of my mother, a cold bitch who abandoned us when I was five. I also realized that he was drunk and Daddy does not hold his liquor well on the rare occasions when he has a few. He kept screaming obscenities and insults at me. Could they hear us in the next room? This was so embarrassing! “I oughta take you over my lap. I oughta beat you black and blue. You little pig. Rubbing your cunt like that right in our room.” He stumbled toward me as he raved and ranted. I just stayed in the tub hoping that the soapy water covered my tits and pussy because I knew if he saw them he’d get even madder.sex picturesWhen he got up close to the tub Daddy did the most insane thing I’ve ever seen. He opened his fly and whipped out his cock and started peeing on me. “Stop, stop,” I screamed. “What are you doing?” His stream was going all over my face and hair, dripping down into the bath water. “A little jerk-off whore like you deserves to be peed on. Take this and like it.” He grabbed my head and pissed right onto my closed mouth. I couldn’t breath, so I had to open my lips for some air. A thick stream of urine blasted right in and I had to swallow it. To my amazement it was delicious, a saltytreat for my palate. I was instantly hooked. “More, more, piss on me some more,” I begged. He ran his endless stream over my face. I began masturbating furiously. Now all he yelled was encouragement. “Frig that clit. Com’n you little piss whore. Let me see you come. You wanna come, don’t you?” “Yes, yes, Daddy. Help me come.” I stood up in the tub. He was smart enough to aim his piss right at my cunt as I diddled my clit shamelessly for him. The warm urine went all over my hands and into my pussy, getting me off almost instantly. My hips bucked from the force of my orgasm and I had to sit back in the pissy water to avoid falling down. All his piss was out by now and I knew what he needed to cap this off. “Come here,” I ordered. He looked horrified at what he had done in his drunken rage, but he moved in close anyway. I took his prick in my hand and it got hard almost instantly. I pulled him close and began tounging his pissy penis. It was flavored by his delicious urine. Gobbling him down my well-practiced throat, I made him come in a minute. He must have been incredibly horny. I swallowed his love juice into my stomach where it mixed with his tangy piss. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” he said, hugging me. I told him not to worry about it, that this was just the beginning of our piss life together. And it was. My first time playing the role of mommy but I had a lot of fun, I hope you all enjoy![F4M] [Script Fill] Mom has the talk with her son [mom/son] [incest] [age] [loving] [hj] [riding] [creampie]

I awoke in a daze. Darkness. My mouth was extremely dry, and thick with the aftertaste of a night’s worth of booze. My senses were reeling, and I felt extremely weak and sick to my stomach. Where was I? What had happened? Better yet, what was happening? It was very cold, and I was sitting naked in a chair. A very uncomfortable chair, at that. I tried to move, but found that I was bound securely. My wrists had been bound so tightly that my hands were numb, and the circulation was in danger of being cut off. My legs had been tied as well, and try as I might, I could not move, besides the fact that was still feeling somewhat dizzy and weak.“Awake finally?” spoke a female voice. I opened my eyes, but found myself blinding by a light which streamed brightly into my face, and closed them again.“I’ll take that as a yes,” the voice said again, and I was aware of the light being turned slightly away from my face.“The other one’s awake too, Amber,” said another voice, further across the room. I opened my eyes again, slowly this time, allowing time to adjust to the light.The room was dim, save for the intense lamp that had recently been shone into my face. I was tied securely to a chair in the middle of the room, and there appeared to be another figure across the room, bound very tightly as well, though lying on the floor. In front of me stood the woman who apparently was Amber, the one who had been talking to me. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, with long, straight black hair, and eyes that were a piercing blue, and almost shone with coldness. She was pale, possibly attributed to the lighting, but it made her look almost like a vampire from out of the movies.“Now he’s definitely awake,” remarked a woman standing next to her. “You never told me he was so cute.” She looked over my body appreciatively, and Amber just laughed.“Doesn’t matter, Shanna,” Amber replied. “It’s not him I want.” Shanna looked to be possibly a few years younger than Amber, and sported a slight resemblance, as though they might be related. In contrast, she was not quite as tall, and not nearly as thin and shapely. Shanna’s hair was a light brown, and was shorter than Amber’s, and wavy. Shanna did not have the coldness about her that Amber seemed to project. Shanna just shrugged in response to Amber’s comment, moving closer to me and reaching out to run hand over my chest, and downward to my crotch.“Whew,” she breathed. “Can’t I have him when we’re done?”“He may not be around when we finish,” Amber responded. She glanced over, and I saw that there was another figure crouched next to the apparent other captive who was tied up on the floor.“Is that one awake, Kristi?” Amber asked.“Yes,” Kristi answered quietly. Kristi appeared to be the youngest of the group, from what I could tell, and there was almost a sort of innocence about her. I tried to make out who the figure was in the floor, but the lighting wasn’t good enough. Apparently it didn’t have to be, though, as Amber and Shanna proceeded to drag the person across the floor and deposit him nearby, where the light showed all.It was my best friend, Phillip.Memory was returning to me now. I vaguely remembered a night ago, or was it two nights? It was hard to tell at this point. I had been drinking, and so had Phillip and my other friend, Jonathan. Jonathan had invited this girl over that I had never met before… what had happened? Most was hazy after that… I was jolted back to reality when Amber slapped the shit out of me. She struck hard. I could feel the blood oozing out of my lip.“Where is he?” Amber demanded, her cold gaze cutting deep into my eyes.“What?” I asked, confused, and this earned me another slap across the face.“He raped and killed our sister,” Amber said, her voice full of anger and barely suppressed hatred. “Where is he?”“Your sister?” I stammered, still lost, licking the blood from my busted lip. “What… what do you mean??”“Katrina,” Amber said slowly, never taking her eyes away from me. Shanna watched in what seemed to be amusement, and Kristi was not even watching the spectacle. Memories of that night flooded through my mind…Katrina… I knew the name. It was the name of the girl Jonathan had been with.“I… I don’t know!” I exclaimed, and this earned me a full-force punch in the face, and I could feel the blood streaming from my nose as my eyes watered unbelievably from the stinging pain.“You might want to listen to her,” mused Shanna, with a half-smile.“Are you lookin’ for Jonathan?” called Phillip from the floor, and all eyes turned on him. Good, I thought. The attention is away from me now.“Yes,” Amber whispered, an almost fanatical gleam in her eyes. At this point, as I watched, I was wondering deep in my mind how I had even ended up here. I had been drinking a lot, it was true… had Jonathan raped and murdered Katrina after I had passed out? And then I had been kidnapped by these psychos, while I was still out of it? That almost had to be it.“We don’t know where he is!” Phillip tried to convince them. “Last time we saw him, he was with that girl. I was too drunk to know-” He yelped as Amber kicked him in the head, silencing him.“Then we’ll do this the hard way,” she said, turning back to me.“I bet I can get it out of him,” Shanna said, moving over to me. I gasped involuntarily as her tongue began to caress my flesh, while she took my very penis in her hand. It soon began to stiffen, and she bent lower, her mouth closing around the head of it.My breathing was really heavy now, and my heart was pounding faster than it had in weeks as she gently sucked away. Oh, my god… Amber and Kristi just watched, as I moved quickly toward my climax. Just before I orgasmed, though, an unbearable pain shot through me as Shanna bit into my cock, drawing blood. I cried out in pain, and I became limp in no time. Oh, shit, this hurt like nothing ever before… he she just kept adding more and more pressure!“Tell us, or she’s going to bite it off,” Amber said to me, and the fact that she was almost smiling would have led me to believe she was joking if not for Shanna’s mouth around the head of my cock, and her sharp teeth threatening to remove it forever! I screamed, not able to take much more.“Please!!!!” I shouted over and over, and Amber just smiled and shook her head.“He isn’t very smart, is he?” Kristi commented.“All right!” Phillip shouted, catching Amber and Kristi’s full attention. “I’ll tell you where you can find him!” I sighed in relief as Shanna finally stopped, releasing me from the torment and moving away. She flashed a smile at me as I sat catching my breath, still wincing at the pain.“Where is he?” Kristi asked Philip.“Two houses to the left of mine, where you found us,” Philip informed them hurriedly. “The address is 1732 Chandler Street. He’s staying with a friend for today and tomorrow.” Amber and Shanna just looked at each other for a few seconds, Shanna smiling just slightly. Kristi looked down at Phillip, shaking her head with a sigh.“Wrong,” she said. “Jonathan left town, we’ve already been told.”“What?!” Phillip asked, his voice tinged with fear. “But he is staying there! Go look for yourselves if you don’t believe me!”“Since you’re a liar, we can’t use you,” Amber observed of Phillip. Then she turned to me.“If you think he left town, why are you asking us?” I demanded. “Why are you even doing this to us??”“Now, now,” Amber said. “We only need one of you. But I’m going to give you a chance to tell me the truth before one of you has to die. I wonder how long you two can live without oxygen?”“What are you talking about?” Phillip shouted. Amber glanced down at him in annoyance.“I think that one should be the one to go,” she said.“I agree,” said Kristi. “No contest.”“Wait! No!” Phillip began screaming. “I can-” at this point his sentence was abruptly ended, however. Kristi shoved her hands down over his mouth and nose. He struggled uselessly as his air supply was cut off, but he was bound too tightly to even move.“As soon as you tell me where I can find this Jonathan,” Amber said to me, “she’ll let him have some air.” Phillips eyes looked toward me pleadingly, yet I was helpless to do anything. I even attempted to make up answers to the whereabouts of Jonathan, but Amber would just shake her head, and Shanna just smiled knowingly. Phillip’s whimper was barely audible from beneath Kristi’s hands, and she just looked into his eyes as he eventually lapsed into unconsciousness, and finally death.“You just let your friend die, you know,” Amber said to me. I spat at her, and all three began laughing at me.“Tell me now, or you’ll be suffering the same fate,” Amber said, her voice like death itself.“Fuck you, you psychotic bitch,” I spat.“Have it your way,” she said with a shrug. “Shanna?” I struggled with all my might in the next instant, but I was helpless to move to defend myself.Shanna walked around to the back of the chair, and Amber punched me in the stomach, which was unexpected, and I gasped for breath. I felt like puking. At this point, I felt Shanna’s hands close over my mouth, and my nose was pinched shut as well. She was smothering me. Amber and Kristi just watched nearby, and I sat in the chair like an object for their entertainment.“I guess we’ll just have to find Jonathan on our own,” sighed Amber. I struggled to draw breath against Shanna’s warm hands, but it was impossible. I was going to die for their amusement. Almost a minute had passed by now.“So, what’s for lunch?” Kristi asked.“I guess we’ll dump their bodies and then we can try that new Mexican place down the street,” Amber said. “Have you been there yet?”“No, but I heard it was good,” replied Kristi.“I’m hungry too,” I heard Shanna say from behind me. “Hurry up and die, will you?” It had been a minute and a half, and I was getting dizzy. I would have begged for mercy had I been able to, but it was too late. I began whimpering, and apparently Shanna felt it beneath her palms, and laughed at me. After two minutes had passed, I felt myself slipping… slipping into darkness…“Good, I don’t think it should be too much longer,” Shanna assured the others as I drifted into unconsciousness. A short while later, I was dead, and no one would ever know what had happened to me. Just as their Katrina had disappeared, so had Phillip and I. Had it truly been justice?“Do you think there’s a chance we’ll find Jonathan now?” Kristi asked.“Of course,” Amber replied. “He’s staying with his friend today and tomorrow. I believe the address is 1732 Chandler Street.” She smiled almost innocently after saying this.“You mean you knew all along?” Kristi asked, taken aback.“Of course,” Amber responded. “Shanna and I both did.”“The punch here is great,” Shanna commented two hours later, when her, Amber, and Kristi sat together in the new Mexican restaurant down the street. भारतीय फिल्म मूल शेर 1 This story is about grave sexual misconduct, strange behavior, adult reading, watersports, scat, bondage, amputation, doctors’ sex, church sex blah…

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  2. A few years ago I broke up with a girl I was dating for about six months. I caught her cheating on me one night when I came home from work early.When we first met I thought she was kind of a slut because I had seen her out before at some of the local bars and she always seemed to have a lot of guys hanging around and talking to her. She would dance with anybody and always wanted to be the center of attention. Several times I would see her leave with three, four, five or more guys.One night when I finally decided to she what she was about I asked her to dance and we started talking. She said she was looking for a good man that would treat her right and not run around on her. We sat and talked and had a few drinks and when I asked her if she would like to come over for a nightcap after the bar closed she agreed. That’s how we got hooked up. I have a good job and treat my women with respect and thought she would appreciate me. Wrong!I had suspected she was cheating on me for a couple of months before I caught her. We were living together and one night I came home early from work and caught her in bed with another guy. I pulled in the drive and saw an unfamiliar car. I figured one of her girlfriends stopped by. When I came in the house I heard noise coming from upstairs and I went up to let her know I was home. When I opened the bedroom door I saw a guy zip up his pants and grab his shoes and my girlfriend pulling on a T-shirt. I was in shock. Before I could say anything, the guy ran by me, down the stairs and out the door. Becca sat there on the bed and started crying saying, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I told her I didn’t care how sorry she was and to get the fuck out of my house. She left and came by the next day to gather up her things.A few months later I stopped in a bar that I seldom go in to and when I went to the men’s room I saw the following scrawled on the wall:BECCA DAVIES IS A SLUT! I hear that! I did her too! SO DID I Me and two buddies banged her one night I NAILED HER, JR. me too Dean I was in a 7 man train on her Dave Only 7? She fucked me and 11 other guys one night at a party. Yeah I was there too. That bitch loves a gang-bang! I was at two bangs with her. One was 9 guys and she did 7 the next night. Rob Damn, has anyone in town NOT fucked her? Probably not! She told me once her fantasy is to screw 50 men in one night I’m there. Just name when and where?Well, you know how guys are after they have had a few. You see a message on a wall in a men’s room and everybody thinks they are a comedian. I thought it was pretty funny and didn’t give it much thought. Then a couple weeks later I stopped in the same bar again I went into the rest room to read the comments again and have a laugh. and I saw this added to the comments about Becca:ATTENTION EVERYONE, I talked to Becca and told her I would arrange a gangbang for her and she said cool.Place and time to be announced. Check back.NOTICE: Becca Davies said she is ready to do a gangbang with as many guys as I can find. Friday, July 4th at 9pm at Lake Shore Park, back pavilion. Everyone is invited. Tell all your friends.I thought that was hilarious! Then I went back to the bar and got another beer. While I was standing at the bar I heard a couple of guys talking. One guy was saying he knew who she was and a buddy of his told him it was really going to happen. I thought, ‘Hey, I’m going to have to check this out.’The day of the big event came and I made my preparations. I packed a twelve of Michelob and a couple of sandwiches in a cooler and headed for the park about 6 pm. I knew the place where it was supposed to happen backed up to a nice stand of trees where I could hide and be well covered but still have a nice view. There is a factory on the other side of the woods behind the park and I knew it would be closed for the holiday weekend. I drove there, parked my truck and made my way thought the woods to a spot behind the pavilion where I could watch and not be seen, cracked a beer and waited.About 8:00 I saw a couple of cars pull in to the parking lot with about three or four guys in each. They just sat there in the cars and drank some beer. Around 8:30 another car pulled in and two guys and Becca got out. They looked at the other cars and waved and all the guys got out. Then they all headed over to the pavilion. There were seven guys in the other cars and the two guys and Becca. They sat on a picnic table and were talking, drinking and laughing.About 9:15 another car pulls in and five guys get out and walk over. I hear Becca whoop and say, “Let’s party!” She is only wearing a sundress and sandals and she just lifts the dress over her head and tosses it to the ground. All the guys start whistling and yelling and undoing their pants. Becca starts dancing to music on a radio that someone brought and the guys start rubbing her and squeezing her tits and ass. Pretty soon she is lying on the table and the guys start to form a couple of lines to begin the sex.So now there are 14 guys standing in line to fuck and be sucked by my Ex. To tell the truth, I was getting pretty turned on by seeing this. Becca was laying on the table and the guys started by having her suck their cocks and when they got good and hard they would climb on the table and fuck her.After a little while three more cars pulled in and 11 guys got out to join the party. Becca was really getting into it and the newcomers jumped right in. She was on her knees taking it up the ass while sucking two guys at once. Then she was sandwiched between two guys getting it in the pussy and ass.One group of guys from the first to arrive were done and went to their car and leave. Meanwhile, the rest were going strong. Another car pulled in and five guys got out, walked over and pile on. I was keeping a count of the coming and going of cars until about 1:00. I counted 18 cars and one van and when I got to 50 guys I quit counting. I knew Becca liked to fuck but I was amazed at her stamina.There was a lot of drinking going on along with the fucking and I noticed not a lot of attention was being paid to who was there. I decided I was going to get in on some of this action and worked my way to the edge of the parking lot. When another car pulled in and four guys got out I snuck in behind them and walked up to the pavilion. By now Becca was so drunk and sexed up that she couldn’t tell who was doing what. I got in line behind a couple of guys to take my turn with her. I was already hard so I opened my pants and freed my cock. I always carry a couple of rubbers with me just in case I need one so I slipped one on so I would be ready when my turn came. Some of the other guys were using them too, but most weren’t so I didn’t want to risk catching anything.The guy in front of me was screwing her now while she was sucking on a black guy’s dick. She was on her back with her legs spread and hanging over the edge of the table. The guy in front of me blew his load and pulled out so now it was my turn. I wasn’t worried about her seeing me because the black dude she was sucking was practically sitting on her face. He was pretty large and he was shoving his cock all the way down her throat and she was taking it with out so much as a single gag. I could see her throat bulge with his every thrust. I decided to fuck her in the ass so I lifted her legs and put them over my shoulders. Her ass was now on the edge of the table and I guided my cock to her poop shoot and started to push it in. She was pretty well loose and lubed from all the other cocks that had already been there so I slid right in. I started pumping and it didn’t take long before I was ready to shoot my wad. I was watching the black guys 10 incher sliding in and out of her face and stretching her neck and I never came so hard in my life! It was fantastic.After I was done I stepped aside and let the next guy in line move into position. I stayed around a while to watch some of the other action up close. It was a much better view than from my hiding place. I noticed that her dress had been trampled on and kicked away from the table a bit so I walked over by it and kicked it more toward my hiding place. I thought it would be cool if she couldn’t find it and had to go home naked. After a few more minutes I left behind a group of guys that were going back to the parking lot to leave and snuck back to the woods and back to my hiding place. I found a long stick and reached through the brush and snagged the dress. Then I got comfortable, opened another beer and watched some more banging.It was about 3:00 now and things were winding down. Most of the guys had left and Becca was passed out. There were six or seven guys sitting on the table drinking beer and rubbing Becca’s tits and their dicks. They were trying to get another stiffy to fuck her one more time before leaving. That’s when I heard some motorcycles heading in. It looked like about 20 Harleys and a couple of trikes. Word must have gotten to the local biker’s club and they came to check it out. The guys sitting at the table quickly did up their pants and looked at each other not knowing what to do. I’m sure they were not ready to rumble, (not that they would have any chance against 20-25 bikers), so when one of the hogs said, “We heard there was some slut giving a gang bang so we came to see. Guess your party is over, now it’s our turn.” They didn’t argue. They just got up, walked to the parking lot and left.The bikers didn’t care that Becca was passed out. They fucked her hard. They fucked her in the ass and pussy. They jerked off on her face and in her hair. Then one guy said, “Man, she’s all loose and worn out. Let’s just skull fuck her.” They laid her on her back and let her head hang over the edge of the table. Then they lined up and fucked her mouth one at a time. I thought they were going to break her neck the way they were pounding away. Even though she was unconscious her gag reflex was not working. One after the other they pumped their cocks down her throat and shot their loads. From my angle I could see the sperm running out of her mouth and down her face into her hair after each guy pulled out. I hoped they wouldn’t drown her.After they were all spent one of the guys went over to a trike and got his Rottie and brought him back. A couple of the other bikers flipped Becca over and lifted her ass in the air and held her up while they let the dog fuck her. After the dog was done one of the guys said, “Maybe we should wash her off some.” They all started laughing and then got up on the table and pissed on her. Then they got on their bikes and left.It was about 5:30 and still too dark to make it back through the woods to my truck so I sat and had another beer waiting for daylight. Then I fell asleep. I woke up when I heard a car door slam. I looked at my watch and it was 12:20 and a bright hot summer day. I peered through the bushes and saw a cop walking toward the pavilion. Someone must have made a report about all the traffic from last night. And there, lying on top of the picnic table, was Becca. Passed out, completely naked, surrounded by empty beer and whiskey bottles and used rubbers. Covered with dried cum and piss. What a mess!The cop looked at her a couple of minutes shaking his head. I don’t think he wanted to touch her because he took out his nightstick and gently nudged her with it until she woke up. Becca sat up with a start and looked around and saw the cop. Then she put her head down and puked up a big puddle of cum, right on the cop’s shoes! He stepped back and asked her what happened and if she was all right. She said she was fine and that she just had a little too much to drink last night. He asked her how she got there and where her clothes were. Becca said she couldn’t remember. The cop said, “Well, I’m sorry but I am going to have to take you in on a public indecency charge. He then put the cuffs on her and led her to his cruiser, put her in the back and covered her with a blanket. Then he left.Well I guess there must have been close to 100 guys that did Becca that night. She got her fantasy and then some. You can file this under Ripley’s Believe it or Not, but I know what I saw. Wish I had thought to bring my video camera. 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mujhe pyar,A few years ago I broke up with a girl I was dating for about six months. I caught her cheating on me one night when I came home from work early.When we first met I thought she was kind of a slut because I had seen her out before at some of the local bars and she always seemed to have a lot of guys hanging around and talking to her. She would dance with anybody and always wanted to be the center of attention. Several times I would see her leave with three, four, five or more guys.One night when I finally decided to she what she was about I asked her to dance and we started talking. She said she was looking for a good man that would treat her right and not run around on her. We sat and talked and had a few drinks and when I asked her if she would like to come over for a nightcap after the bar closed she agreed. That’s how we got hooked up. I have a good job and treat my women with respect and thought she would appreciate me. Wrong!I had suspected she was cheating on me for a couple of months before I caught her. We were living together and one night I came home early from work and caught her in bed with another guy. I pulled in the drive and saw an unfamiliar car. I figured one of her girlfriends stopped by. When I came in the house I heard noise coming from upstairs and I went up to let her know I was home. When I opened the bedroom door I saw a guy zip up his pants and grab his shoes and my girlfriend pulling on a T-shirt. I was in shock. Before I could say anything, the guy ran by me, down the stairs and out the door. Becca sat there on the bed and started crying saying, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” I told her I didn’t care how sorry she was and to get the fuck out of my house. She left and came by the next day to gather up her things.A few months later I stopped in a bar that I seldom go in to and when I went to the men’s room I saw the following scrawled on the wall:BECCA DAVIES IS A SLUT! I hear that! I did her too! SO DID I Me and two buddies banged her one night I NAILED HER, JR. me too Dean I was in a 7 man train on her Dave Only 7? She fucked me and 11 other guys one night at a party. Yeah I was there too. That bitch loves a gang-bang! I was at two bangs with her. One was 9 guys and she did 7 the next night. Rob Damn, has anyone in town NOT fucked her? Probably not! She told me once her fantasy is to screw 50 men in one night I’m there. Just name when and where?Well, you know how guys are after they have had a few. You see a message on a wall in a men’s room and everybody thinks they are a comedian. I thought it was pretty funny and didn’t give it much thought. Then a couple weeks later I stopped in the same bar again I went into the rest room to read the comments again and have a laugh. and I saw this added to the comments about Becca:ATTENTION EVERYONE, I talked to Becca and told her I would arrange a gangbang for her and she said cool.Place and time to be announced. Check back.NOTICE: Becca Davies said she is ready to do a gangbang with as many guys as I can find. Friday, July 4th at 9pm at Lake Shore Park, back pavilion. Everyone is invited. Tell all your friends.I thought that was hilarious! Then I went back to the bar and got another beer. While I was standing at the bar I heard a couple of guys talking. One guy was saying he knew who she was and a buddy of his told him it was really going to happen. I thought, ‘Hey, I’m going to have to check this out.’The day of the big event came and I made my preparations. I packed a twelve of Michelob and a couple of sandwiches in a cooler and headed for the park about 6 pm. I knew the place where it was supposed to happen backed up to a nice stand of trees where I could hide and be well covered but still have a nice view. There is a factory on the other side of the woods behind the park and I knew it would be closed for the holiday weekend. I drove there, parked my truck and made my way thought the woods to a spot behind the pavilion where I could watch and not be seen, cracked a beer and waited.About 8:00 I saw a couple of cars pull in to the parking lot with about three or four guys in each. They just sat there in the cars and drank some beer. Around 8:30 another car pulled in and two guys and Becca got out. They looked at the other cars and waved and all the guys got out. Then they all headed over to the pavilion. There were seven guys in the other cars and the two guys and Becca. They sat on a picnic table and were talking, drinking and laughing.About 9:15 another car pulls in and five guys get out and walk over. I hear Becca whoop and say, “Let’s party!” She is only wearing a sundress and sandals and she just lifts the dress over her head and tosses it to the ground. All the guys start whistling and yelling and undoing their pants. Becca starts dancing to music on a radio that someone brought and the guys start rubbing her and squeezing her tits and ass. Pretty soon she is lying on the table and the guys start to form a couple of lines to begin the sex.So now there are 14 guys standing in line to fuck and be sucked by my Ex. To tell the truth, I was getting pretty turned on by seeing this. Becca was laying on the table and the guys started by having her suck their cocks and when they got good and hard they would climb on the table and fuck her.After a little while three more cars pulled in and 11 guys got out to join the party. Becca was really getting into it and the newcomers jumped right in. She was on her knees taking it up the ass while sucking two guys at once. Then she was sandwiched between two guys getting it in the pussy and ass.One group of guys from the first to arrive were done and went to their car and leave. Meanwhile, the rest were going strong. Another car pulled in and five guys got out, walked over and pile on. I was keeping a count of the coming and going of cars until about 1:00. I counted 18 cars and one van and when I got to 50 guys I quit counting. I knew Becca liked to fuck but I was amazed at her stamina.There was a lot of drinking going on along with the fucking and I noticed not a lot of attention was being paid to who was there. I decided I was going to get in on some of this action and worked my way to the edge of the parking lot. When another car pulled in and four guys got out I snuck in behind them and walked up to the pavilion. By now Becca was so drunk and sexed up that she couldn’t tell who was doing what. I got in line behind a couple of guys to take my turn with her. I was already hard so I opened my pants and freed my cock. I always carry a couple of rubbers with me just in case I need one so I slipped one on so I would be ready when my turn came. Some of the other guys were using them too, but most weren’t so I didn’t want to risk catching anything.The guy in front of me was screwing her now while she was sucking on a black guy’s dick. She was on her back with her legs spread and hanging over the edge of the table. The guy in front of me blew his load and pulled out so now it was my turn. I wasn’t worried about her seeing me because the black dude she was sucking was practically sitting on her face. He was pretty large and he was shoving his cock all the way down her throat and she was taking it with out so much as a single gag. I could see her throat bulge with his every thrust. I decided to fuck her in the ass so I lifted her legs and put them over my shoulders. Her ass was now on the edge of the table and I guided my cock to her poop shoot and started to push it in. She was pretty well loose and lubed from all the other cocks that had already been there so I slid right in. I started pumping and it didn’t take long before I was ready to shoot my wad. I was watching the black guys 10 incher sliding in and out of her face and stretching her neck and I never came so hard in my life! It was fantastic.After I was done I stepped aside and let the next guy in line move into position. I stayed around a while to watch some of the other action up close. It was a much better view than from my hiding place. I noticed that her dress had been trampled on and kicked away from the table a bit so I walked over by it and kicked it more toward my hiding place. I thought it would be cool if she couldn’t find it and had to go home naked. After a few more minutes I left behind a group of guys that were going back to the parking lot to leave and snuck back to the woods and back to my hiding place. I found a long stick and reached through the brush and snagged the dress. Then I got comfortable, opened another beer and watched some more banging.It was about 3:00 now and things were winding down. Most of the guys had left and Becca was passed out. There were six or seven guys sitting on the table drinking beer and rubbing Becca’s tits and their dicks. They were trying to get another stiffy to fuck her one more time before leaving. That’s when I heard some motorcycles heading in. It looked like about 20 Harleys and a couple of trikes. Word must have gotten to the local biker’s club and they came to check it out. The guys sitting at the table quickly did up their pants and looked at each other not knowing what to do. I’m sure they were not ready to rumble, (not that they would have any chance against 20-25 bikers), so when one of the hogs said, “We heard there was some slut giving a gang bang so we came to see. Guess your party is over, now it’s our turn.” They didn’t argue. They just got up, walked to the parking lot and left.The bikers didn’t care that Becca was passed out. They fucked her hard. They fucked her in the ass and pussy. They jerked off on her face and in her hair. Then one guy said, “Man, she’s all loose and worn out. Let’s just skull fuck her.” They laid her on her back and let her head hang over the edge of the table. Then they lined up and fucked her mouth one at a time. I thought they were going to break her neck the way they were pounding away. Even though she was unconscious her gag reflex was not working. One after the other they pumped their cocks down her throat and shot their loads. From my angle I could see the sperm running out of her mouth and down her face into her hair after each guy pulled out. I hoped they wouldn’t drown her.After they were all spent one of the guys went over to a trike and got his Rottie and brought him back. A couple of the other bikers flipped Becca over and lifted her ass in the air and held her up while they let the dog fuck her. After the dog was done one of the guys said, “Maybe we should wash her off some.” They all started laughing and then got up on the table and pissed on her. Then they got on their bikes and left.It was about 5:30 and still too dark to make it back through the woods to my truck so I sat and had another beer waiting for daylight. Then I fell asleep. I woke up when I heard a car door slam. I looked at my watch and it was 12:20 and a bright hot summer day. I peered through the bushes and saw a cop walking toward the pavilion. Someone must have made a report about all the traffic from last night. And there, lying on top of the picnic table, was Becca. Passed out, completely naked, surrounded by empty beer and whiskey bottles and used rubbers. Covered with dried cum and piss. What a mess!The cop looked at her a couple of minutes shaking his head. I don’t think he wanted to touch her because he took out his nightstick and gently nudged her with it until she woke up. Becca sat up with a start and looked around and saw the cop. Then she put her head down and puked up a big puddle of cum, right on the cop’s shoes! He stepped back and asked her what happened and if she was all right. She said she was fine and that she just had a little too much to drink last night. He asked her how she got there and where her clothes were. Becca said she couldn’t remember. The cop said, “Well, I’m sorry but I am going to have to take you in on a public indecency charge. He then put the cuffs on her and led her to his cruiser, put her in the back and covered her with a blanket. Then he left.Well I guess there must have been close to 100 guys that did Becca that night. She got her fantasy and then some. You can file this under Ripley’s Believe it or Not, but I know what I saw. Wish I had thought to bring my video camera. 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My nineteen year old cousin DJ had been coming to spend two weeks with me during the summer ever since she was around six. It’s like a vacation for her. Since I’m a responsible hard working adult and have been since I was nineteen, her parents have always trusted me to take good care of her, and I always have. But this summer something totally unexpected happened.I had just finished helping her unpack and it was hot in the house so I got a cold beer out of the refrigerator and sat down on the couch in the living room to try and cool off. The next thing I know DJ tackles me from behind and drags me off of the couch and to the floor.“DJ,” I said. “Give me a few minutes to cool down before you attack me, OK?”She let me get back to my seat and then looked at me and grinned. “You must be getting old, Jim, if you’re tired already. All we’ve done was unpack. It’s not like we just ran a marathon.”“I am not getting old, you little pup! I’m only twenty seven!” And with that I dove off of the couch and took her down to the floor where I started tickling her without mercy. She’s always been very ticklish and the most sensitive part of her body was her sides. Just wriggle your fingers at her and she starts laughing.I finally stop to let her catch her breath and then it happens. She’s laying on her back in the floor with me on my knees between her legs and she looks up at me and grins. For the first time I notice that she’s not a little girl anymore. She’s turned into a beautiful young lady. She’s around five foot five with long blond hair, a slim athletic body, and small but very firm looking breasts. My mind started seeing things that it shouldn’t, so in order to take my mind off the incestuous visions it was harboring, I started tickling her again. Very quickly it turned into a good-natured wrestling match, and since she was my favorite person in the world, I let her win by pinning my shoulders to the floor.She was straddling me with both hands holding my shoulders down. The only thing separating our crotches was her blue-jean shorts and my sweat pants, and my sweats were doing nothing to hide the evidence of what I was thinking. DJ scooted a little father up to get a better hand hold on my shoulders and my hard-on brushed against her inner thigh, causing her to look down.She didn’t jump up, like I thought she would, and flee in disgust. Instead she looked into my eyes and smiled. “Did I do that to you, Jimmy?”Slightly embarrassed at my situation, I said the first thing that popped in my head, “Well it wasn’t the Easter Bunny, that’s for sure.”Then, to my surprise, she reached down and wrapped her hand around my shaft and started stroking me through my sweats.“I’ve never seen one before,” she said, as her hand moved up and down my enlarged cock. “Can I see yours?”With her still sitting astride of me and slowly stroking my dick, what else could I say?“Sure. But you can’t tell anyone or I’ll get in big trouble.”“O.k.” So I take off my sweat pants and am now totally naked with my gorgeous teenage cousin sitting right beside of me. Without saying a word she reaches out to continue stroking my cock, only this time it’s skin on skin. Then she lowers her head and slowly takes my dick into her mouth and begins sucking! I started to ask where she learned to do that if she was a virgin, then I remembered the large collection of porno tapes that her daddy had, so I leaned back and enjoyed the sensation of having this beautiful girl give me a blow job. After a few minutes I couldn’t hold back any more and told her that I was about to cum. She took my dick out of her mouth and started jacking me off as I shot my load all over her t-shirt.Cousin sex stories“Have you ever had an orgasm before, DJ?” I asked.“Only when I play with myself,”“Take your clothes off and I’ll show you how good an orgasm can really feel.”She took off her shirt and shorts, then I stopped her so that I could take off her bra and panties. As I reached around to unhook the bra, I bent my head over and began kissing her neck, then turned my attention to her small, erect nipples as the bra slipped to the floor. As I gently licked and sucked first one nipple then the other I slipped her panties past her thighs and she kicked them off. By now she was breathing heavy, but I wasn’t through yet. With one hand I cupped her mound and slowly slipped one finger between her pussy lips until I found her swollen clit, which I slowly began to rub.She was moaning and panting so fast that she was barely able to breath the words that I wanted so badly for her to say, “Please fuck me, Jimmy!”I didn’t need to be asked twice. I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom down the hall and lay her on the bed. I leaned down and kissed her, our tongues wrapping around each other, as I slowly and very, very gently entered her incredibly tight and hot pussy. I went slow until the initial sting of her hymen being broke had passed. Then with each thrust I went a little faster and a little harder until we were both in a frenzy of motion. Each time I went in to the hilt she would moan and squeal.“Ungh, ungh… oh yes! That… feels… sooo… gooood!”I felt her muscles tightening up even more as her orgasm approached, making my cock feel like it was in a hot, wet vice, and that triggered my own orgasm. I didn’t think that I would ever stop cumming!Finally after we had caught our breath, DJ kissed me tenderly on the lips and asked, “Can we do that again?”Needless to say that that was the best (and most exhausting) two weeks of my life.

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My wife is a gorgeous woman. At 40 only two things mar her petite little body. Stretch marks on her… Rebecca and I had always felt a connection between us. We both did well at school and achieved good grades but we both suffered the downside to school life – being unpopular. In the two years that followed my high school graduation, I decided not to go to college, instead I took it easy, and generally was as slack as all the other kids had been at school. My sister had a different agenda; upon finishing school she went to college and became Miss Popular. I particularly resented the fact that she had broken the `spell’ and left me as the social misfit alone with my parents. I hardly left the house and if I did it was solely in order to get drunk, it was that bad. One day my sister returned for the weekend, she was due to go to a friend’s party and she made the most of the opportunity to eat at some level of luxury at the expense of my parents. When she arrived back home, you would have thought that Royalty had arrived. There was a ridiculous façade that everyone was really happy at home and everyone pretended to have missed my sister. When I saw her I just smiled and said hello. I knew that later she would discuss how I was feeling and ask if I had got out of my lethargic state yet. I hesitate to say it but sometimes I felt like I actually hated her, because of how popular she was and how goddamn nice she was to everyone. After some appalling takeaway pizza and some cringe-worthy conversation about life in a different city, I retired to my bedroom and remembered that I had bought a CD some weeks ago, that my sister would probably want to copy. I always did this for some reason, it was probably due to being so lonely and not having anyone to talk to half the time. I shouted to my sister that I had the CD and she said to put it on in her bedroom and she would come in and listen, after she had finished clearing the kitchen table. I had often gone into her bedroom when she was away at college and just looked around, you know stuff like old diaries and some photos of her and her friends partying. It depressed me really. I put the CD on and sat down on her bed. Rebecca came in and asked me about what I had been doing since she saw me last. I just replied nothing. She turned on the television and paid no attention to the CD. I stared vacantly at the television set. It was Friends, a programme that I would never watch. The characters in it were just too unrealistic and I despised the fact that they were all living together whilst I was living with my parents. I shivered, not at the show but at the atmosphere in the air. I was only wearing a T-shirt and jeans but even so, the air was really cold. My parents were real cheapskates and always did things on the cheap and that often meant the heating was switched off. “If you’re cold, put a top on,” my sister said in her ever so cheery way. I told her that my room was too far away. It was the room next to hers but my lethargic mood had set in. “Borrow one of mine?” she asked motioning to her chest of drawers. I told her that I was not quite at the stage where I would wear women’s clothes. She smiled at this as if she was relieved. I snuggled up to the pillow on her bed and continued shivering. “Lay down in the bed if you want,” she said. “I’m sure it’s clean.” I moodily climbed into the bed as if I did not want to. My sister switched off the CD and told me that she had to sort out her books, as she needed to take some back to college. I did not answer; I just lay in my sister’s bed and stared at the TV screen. My hands reached down to my groin, as they seemed to do, almost by instinct whenever I lay in bed. As I did this, I saw the outline of Jennifer Anniston’s nipples pointing through her denim dress. I looked over at my sister as she busied herself with her bookcase. My hands stroked my penis and my balls as I focused on the denim-clad nipples. I kept checking to see what my sister was doing, she seemed happy sorting out her books. I was getting nervous that my sister might turn and see a bulge under the sheets. But those nipples were so prominent! My penis was now erect and I could not resist jerking it lightly. A smile came across my face as I felt my temperature rise. The momentum of my jerking had risen; I looked over at my sister who was bending over. I slowed down my jerking and it suddenly occurred to me. My sister was not bad looking, her ass, which I had never noticed before, was nice and round and before I knew it my masturbation tempo speeded up. I glanced back at the television and there was those nipples again, wanting to be let out of that dress. Maybe this was why Friends was so popular. My heart stopped and I heard a noise. The sound of my fist hitting the sheets seemed deafening! Once again, my jerking slowed down. The rhythm of my masturbating was now slow as to be discreet but just fast enough to maintain any kind of satisfaction. The sound of my fist making slight contact with the sheets was then interrupted by a coughing noise. A deliberate coughing noise. My sister stood staring at me and the bulge that protruded from under her bed sheets. My face burned with guilt. I tucked my penis back into my pants and looked away from my perfect sister. I closed my eyes and tried to picture a calming situation but all I could think about was Jennifer Anniston’s nipples and my sister’s ass. I felt the mattress plunge as she sat down next to me. “What are we going to do with you?” her voice was calm under the circumstances. I whimpered a noise, which in my mind resembled `sorry’. “I know you’re going through a bad patch and everything so I’m not going to get mad,” from her voice it sounded like she was smiling. I slowly turned to face her. I had to admit it was sister was good looking. Her short brown hair and her tanned complexion were really pretty. Her breasts were a decent size and were kept underneath a tight black top. She had left to go to college as a real plain Jane but now… “We all do it,” she touched my face with the side of her hand as she said it. I’m surprised she did not burn her hand, I was blushing that much. “Do what?” I asked. I was embarrassed and was staring at her breasts seeing if her nipples protruded like Jennifer Anniston’s. They weren’t. “You know, touch… ourselves,” she smiled awkwardly. “Do you?” I regretted it as soon as I said it. She nodded her head.sex“What’s wrong?” she asked, “Are you having girl trouble?” I was always having girl trouble. Trouble even speaking to a girl. Tears formed in my eyes as I realised the situation I was in, my sister had caught me masturbating and now she was about to realise the truth. “I’m a virgin,” I whispered it as if it were some terrible secret that she could never have guessed. “I know,” she said and smiled. What does she mean she knows, I thought! She could have at least feigned surprise. She stroked my hair. I looked into her eyes and my penis stirred. “Does it bother you?” she asked. I nodded. “What can I do about it?” I asked in anguish, and felt my manhood twitch nervously. “Go out, meet girls, talk to them. Let them get to know the real you.” I sat upright and my semi-erect penis withered again. “Look at me, girls don’t want men like me,” I pulled the hand I had been using to masturbate and pointed at myself. “Who wants this?” That question seemed to hit her. She looked at me in pity and sat silently for a few uncomfortable minutes. I looked away again and stared at the wall. My sister put her hand on my shoulder, forcing me to face her. She lowered her voice. “James, I’m going to do something for you,” she looked me all over as she said it. “I can’t help you lose your virginity, but I’ll do something else for you. For one night only.” She put her hand under the bed sheets, unzipped my jeans, and placed her hand on my penis. She gripped it tightly and began to stroke it. “What are you doing?” I said alarmed. “Are you saying you want me to stop?” I shook my head and looked at the television screen. Jennifer Anniston was still wearing that dress. “What are we going to do?” I asked trying to keep calm as my sister pulled her hand out and stroked her breast suggestively. “We can do anything you want, apart from having full sex and you can’t eat my pussy” I was shocked as she said the word pussy. “I want to do you a favour but I won’t go as far as that.” She smiled and pulled away the bed sheets from over me. I lay still with my penis now visibly poking out of my jeans. “So do you want me to do anything for you?” I wondered what the hell my sister was doing and saying. This was someone who had entered the world the same way as I had the girl who used to call me `pig’ when I was five. Rebecca moved her hands over to the top of my jeans and pulled them down. “Don’t you want me to?” she said when she realised that I was as motionless as a statue. “No, please carry on,” I said softly as Jennifer Anniston’s nipples stared back at me as if they were mocking me. I moved so that my legs dangled down from the bed and my penis pointed upwards towards my sister. “Could you…” I paused and gazed at the bumps from under my sisters top. “Could I what?” she asked patiently. “Take off your top so I could see your nipples?” I wanted to see if they were like Jennifer Anniston’s. Rebecca smiled and unzipped her top at the back and pulled it off her and threw it next to me on the bed. “I’ll let you take off my bra,” she sat next to me and moved her head so that she could kiss me. I kissed her back and slowly removed her bra. She moved her head back a little so her breath fell on my face. “Kiss me harder, James.” I obliged and kissed her stronger than before. I opened my eyes and saw the credits for Friends roll. My hands moved upward over my sister body and fell on her breasts, they were soft and round I stroked them and felt my sister grab my penis. She pulled her face away from me. “Is that the first time you’ve been kissed?” I nodded and stared at her tanned cleavage. Her nipples were pointed and inviting. “Go ahead.” She said and motioned me to them. My head went down towards her right nipple and licked it. My sister laughed and told me to be `nasty’. I placed my mouth around it and sucked, flicking it with my tongue. I sucked the nipple and pulled it with my lips and teeth before releasing it and looking at it in all its swollen glory. My hands ran through my sister’s hair and as my hand touched her neck, her head bobbed down and her mouth encompassed my penis. Her tongue tickled the head before she looked up.ass sex stories“One shot deal,” she said. “You cum and that’s it, no more favours.” I nodded my head knowing that despite the limitations of the night it would be my only offer until I met a deaf, dumb and blind girl. Her head again sank onto my penis. She seemed to know what she was doing with my cock and I had to wonder what kind of servicing her boyfriend was getting if that was just the version reserved for her virgin no -hope brother. Rebecca really pumped my cock with her mouth, which until recently I thought was one of the purest mouths in the world, I mean, I’d never even heard her swear before! As she pumped faster and faster her hands gripped my backside and squeezed my buttocks. My hands lay firmly on her head as I massaged her hair and neck. I could not believe it; this was my sister blowing me off! My perfect sister, miss popular, the girl that is going to be a lawyer, the girl whose boyfriend is built like a brick shithouse, my sister who left me on my own with my parents, my sister who this very evening had caught me masturbating over Jennifer Anniston’s nipples… Aaarrggh. I was cumming! My sister struggled with the jets of hot white semen and dribbled some onto the floor. My head spun at the sight and the thought of what was happening. I blinked as if to test if I was dreaming, but when my eyes opened I saw my sister looking up at me whilst she licked her lips. . “Okay?” my sister, asked as my spunk dribbling down her chin. I nodded my head and stared at her cleavage. I would probably never see tits this nice again I thought to myself as my sister cleaned herself up and threw me a small paper towel. As I cleaned my confused penis with the paper towel I gazed at my sister’s ass and wondered why I didn’t get to see it. I was in the perfect position to see that beautiful round ass. I cursed myself, put on my clothes slowly, and wondered what the hell my sister was thinking. Did she regret this? Would she want to do it again? And more importantly, would she tell anyone about it? I picked up my CD, and left the room in a state of confusion. As I entered my bedroom, I smiled to myself. Wow, Jennifer Anniston’s nipples. Any comments to

Alexander sat up in bed. He had been laying there for what seemed like hours but what was in actuality, only minutes. He swung his legs out and stood while moving a hand across his stomach. He’d been having disturbing dreams again and he was feeling sick. In a desperate attempt to clear his mind and his lungs, Alexander opened the sole window in his upstairs bedroom to gaze outside. His father, Lucien and his younger sister, Lillith were outside with the horses. Lucien was leading a beautiful piebald mare around the track as Lillith rode and proclaimed her delight. It was always like this, Alexander sullenly mused, Lillith gets all of his attention and I get all of his wrath. Unconsciously, he moved one of his hands to his shoulder and traced the marks his father had left across his back, symbols of Alexanders disobedience. Alexander watched Lillith and made a mental note to himself about how much she resembled their mother, Rachael. Alexander was never quite certain why Lucien had divorced her and kept custody of both of the children, but Lucien had and Alexander had been stuck here ever since. Even after Alexander had matured and run off to University, he still returned in the summer and submitted to his fathers all-encompassing control. Lucien was a giant man, easily six and a half feet. Alexander had inherited some of that as he grew to adulthood, but he never quite matched his fathers size and bulk. Lillith on the other hand, was small and delicate, with fine black hair that curled into gentle waves. She was younger by seven years and Alexander envied every one of them. Alexander was always on the wrong side of Lucien’s temper. Whenever Alexander showed the least bit of will or proclaimed the tiniest protest to Lucien’s authority, he was met with a whip across his back. Alexanders eyes moved over to the post where he had to stand and count aloud while Lucien would whip him. He quickly turned his attention back to Lillith who was smiling and laughing in the late morning sun. Alexander closed the window and pulled a shirt on. He loathed the touch of cloth on his back but Lucien decreed that everyone was to be fully clothed before they left their rooms. Alexander didn’t bother to wear shoes though. Lucien was outside with his pride and joy, nothing Alexander did in private was going to matter much. He walked into the kitchen and went through the refrigerator, looking for something to eat. While he assembled ingredients on the counter, Lillith opened the back door and stepped inside. “You are in so much trouble…” She started. Alexander met her with a glare and went back to his food. “Leave me alone,” he said coldly. Lillith’s shrill voice usually grated on his nerves and he didn’t want to hear it first thing in the morning. Lillith walked around the center console in the kitchen and came over to Alexanders side. “Daddy says that you’re going to have to clean the whole stable all by yourself for being so lazy.” Lillith chimed. Alexander stopped what he was doing and stared straight ahead. Lillith was really annoying him now. He turned his head and stared down at her while she grinned at him. Alexander suspected she took a small amount of pleasure in telling him what was in store. He let out his breath. “Leave me alone you little bitch.” Alexander enunciated in low tones. Lillith cocked her head to one side and smirked at him. “You just wait ’till I tell Daddy what you just said! You’ll be in even more trouble!” With that, she ran upstairs and slammed her door shut. Alexander finished preparing his food and sat down at the table. Partway through breakfast, Lucien came inside. He laid down his tack and set himself to looking through the mail. Alexander tried to concentrate on his food. Within minutes, Lucien came into the dining room and stopped on the opposite side of the table. He faced Alexander. “Would you mind explaining to me why you are so tardy?” Lucien’s voice sounded hard but he wasn’t that upset. Alexander felt a small amount of relief. “Sorry.” Alexander breathed, trying not to sound sarcastic. “I’m assigning you all of Lillith’s chores in addition to your own today. Perhaps tomorrow you will be more inclined to get up on time.” Lucien started away from the table and then paused at the entrance to the kitchen. “One more thing,” he said, “I’m going into town today and I’m leaving Lillith here. You are responsible for her.” Alexander felt like screaming. Not only was he going to spend all day tied up with chores, he was going to have to put up with Lillith’s brattiness while he did them. He took a sip of milk. “Fine.” Lucien finished his mail and went outside to saddle his favourite stallion. ‘This was so typical’, Alexander thought, ‘He’ll be gone all day and then come home and find something wrong with what I did’. He watched his father meticulously prepare the horse before mounting him and urging him toward town. Alexander finished his breakfast before heading back to his room to find his shoes. He laced on the work boots and pulled on a second shirt. On his way down the stairs, he tied his hair back and made sure it was secure. The last thing he wanted in it was horse shit. He slipped out the back door and walked across foreyard to the stables. Alexander rolled his sleeves up and began cleaning the stables, mentally pointing his rage at Lillith the whole time. It didn’t take Lillith long grow bored of the indoors and come outside to find Alexander. She had gone to her room, bathed, changed her clothes and fixed her hair after her morning ride. She lingered at the stable doors while Alexander worked. Finally he stopped and looked at her. She smiled. “Where’s Daddy?” She asked sweetly. “He went to town.” Alexander answered, leaning against the stall he was currently cleaning. Lillith took that moment to straighten her dress. Alexander frowned when he realized just what she was doing down here. “Then you have to take care of me…?” She asked, feigning ignorance. “Yes.” Alexander growled. Lillith brightened and took a few steps inside the stable.taboo porn story“I want to go for a ride. I want to ride Bucephalus.” She said. “No. Lillith, Go Away!” Alexander yelled at her. She took a step back but didn’t lose her smile. They both knew that Alexander wouldn’t touch her, not unless he was eager to face the whip again. “I said I want to take a ride and you’d better do it. Daddy would be very angry if he knew that you weren’t taking good care of me.” Lillith smiled again. Alexander felt like slapping it right off of her face. Instead, he took off his gloves and walked over to her. Alexander roughly grabbed the front of her dress and lifted her a few inches. “Listen to me. I don’t care if you want to ride Bucephalus and I don’t care if Father would be angry. I’m going to finish cleaning the stables and then I’m going inside. And you are going to leave me alone.” He let go of her and went back to his work. Lillith was a little surprised but she didn’t say anything else. Eventually, she wandered back to the house and went inside. Alexander felt immense relief. He was afraid she’d push the issue and he would be forced to take her for a ride. After hours of cleaning stalls and shoveling shit, Alexander was finished. He peeled off his gloves and his outer shirt and just stood in the afternoon breeze. He still had a few more chores ahead of him, but nothing as daunting as the stables. He decided to take a quick rest before continuing. Walking a little ways away, he came to the soft bed of the nearby creek and unlaced his boots. He placed his feet in the water and laid back, just watching the clouds overhead. He heard the back door open and close, then heard soft footsteps somewhere near the stables. Lillith. Alexander sat up and sighed. He didn’t want to fight with her again but he also didn’t want her in the stables. He stood and re-tied his hair while he walked back barefoot to the stables. Lillith was inside pulling tack off the walls. She was dressed in newer riding clothes and had a crop tucked under her arm. “What are you doing?” Alexander asked, more than a little annoyed with her. “I’m going for a ride.” She replied. “And I don’t care if you won’t take me. I’ll go myself.” Something in her voice snapped Alexander’s control. He reached for her and yanked the tack out of her hands. Lillith made a small sound of protest then regained herself. “What are you doing?” Alexander answered by slapping her hard across the face. He felt every ounce of rage focus into that perfect, stinging slap. Lillith fell back and down, instantly placing a hand to her face where he had struck her. She looked up at him with shiny eyes. She’d never been hit before. Their blue eyes locked and she knew she was going to get far worse. Alexander hauled Lillith up by her hair and dragged her outside. She was openly crying now, begging him to let go of her. Alexander wasn’t certain what he was going to do until his gaze fell on the whip. He smiled a demonic smile as he though of Lillith being flogged. She apparently sensed his thoughts and started struggling harder. He pulled her face close to his and let his hot breath out. Lillith was too weak to break his grip on her hair. She glared up at him defiantly. “Daddy is…” she never finished the sentence. Alexander struck her again. This time she stumbled and fell onto her back. Looking down at her in this prone and open position, Alexander made a decision. He was going to take something that she could never have back. Alexander was on her in an instant. He tore open her shirt before she could even form words of protest. She was wearing a dainty white lace bra that covered her developing breasts. Lillith was terrified but didn’t know what to do. Alexander was bigger and stronger than her and there was no one around to help her. She didn’t know whether to fight or to beg. She decided to beg. “Please… No…” She stammered while Alexander peeled off her riding pants. He had never seen any of Lillith’s flesh before. She was clad now only in her bra and matching panties. Alexander felt his pulse and his erection rise. He slapped her again before sitting back and pulling off his shirt. Lillith just laid on the ground. This was all so surreal to her. She was afraid if she resisted, Alexander would hurt her more. But she didn’t want to have sex with him either. Alexander decided to force Lillith to take off his pants. Grabbing her hair again, he stood and forced her onto her knees in front of him. With small shaking hands, Lillith reached up and unbuttoned then unzipped his pants. Alexander’s cock was not fully erect as his pants fluttered to the ground. Lillith just stared at it, not really knowing what to do. Alexander tossed her back down and laid on her covering her body with his. He brought their lips together and kissed her violently, then ripped off her bra and busied himself in sucking on her nipples. Alexander knew that Lillith was still a virgin and had never in her life done anything like this before. She made tiny, mewing sounds like a small animal in pain but she stopped fighting him and only squirmed when Alexander began to move on her body. He played with both of her nipples, first sucking one and squeezing the other, then switching. Lillith was not developed at all, but Alexander still found amusement watching her writhe was he played with her. After a few moments, he moved his other hand down to her panties and slipped inside of them. He felt the first small wisps of pubic hair as he moved down between her legs. She was wet but not greatly so. Alexander suspected that her body was responding to an imminent penetration even if her mind was not. He started to move a finger back and forth along the length of her lips, stroking her slowly to increase the wetness. He did not want to penetrate her until she was sufficiently lubricated. Lillith squirmed with each pass of his fingers and started to cry. Alexander grinned even though his mouth was still locked on her soft, pink nipple. It felt good to finally have her suffer after all the shit she’d put him through. It felt good to feel her body tremble as he did what he wanted to do. It felt good to control her and to force his dominance on her. He pulled his hand out of her panties and ripped them off of her. She emitted a little gasp as Alexander sat up a little and spread her legs wider. Lillith saw his cock sticking out long and hard from his body. She watched him place a hand on her stomach to keep her in place while he guided the head to her opening. He laid down on her again and began to slowing push his enormous dick into her. Lillith tried to move out of the way but she was pinned. Alexander weighed too much for her, he was too strong and too quick. She just laid there and cried as he began to rape her. A little way in, Alexander’s dick pushed up against her maidenhead. Lillith felt an unpleasant pressure while Alexander continued to push and press against it. He wanted to make this especially painful for her, considering all the pain she had caused him. After minutes of toying with her virginity, he cruelly shoved his dick into her. He hilted himself and felt a certain wicked pleasure as Lillith screamed. Her tiny body was wracked with sobs as he began to pump her.hot sex storyWhile he fucked her, Alexander amused himself by biting her nipples and roughly gripping her ass. Occasionally Lillith would struggle and he would respond by slamming his dick into her and pushing her back down. She continued to cry and struggle until Alexander felt his orgasm start to build. He put a hand down on her throat and began to pump her more rhythmically. Every time Lillith would begin any sort of protest, he would grip her tighter around the throat. She finally stopped struggling altogether as he rode closer to his climax. Alexander had never raped anyone before. He’d had trysts with different girls but nothing that ever lasted. He’d even had sex a few times, but it was usually to release some tension on his part. He had never felt this euphoric before. He had never felt so powerful and sexually fulfilled before. His thrusts became deeper and quicker as his orgasm came closer. Finally, he spilled his seed deep into his younger sister. He erupted in ecstasy as he continued to grind and push against her. Lillith was just staring at him with a look of hatred and fear. When he was finally finished with her, Alexander pulled out. There was blood and semen between Lilliths legs and all over his dick. He picked up her torn panties and wiped himself off. Lillith started to sit up but paused as she noticed Alexander looking intently at her. “If you tell Father,” He said with deliberate slowness, “I will kill you.” Lillith didn’t nod or even show that she had heard. While Alexander stood, a new thought formed in his mind. He had never tried anal sex before and here was the perfect person to try it out on. As Lillith finished sitting up, Alexander grabbed her again and shoved her towards the stables. He opened the doors and forced her face down on a pile of straw. Lillith just laid down and didn’t resist him. Alexander played with his dick a bit until it became hard again. H knelt down behind her and began to touch her ass. Alexander teased her asshole with his fingers and quickly stuck one inside to test the tightness. Deciding to lubricate himself a little before pressing in, he pushed his dick into her vagina once again. It came out covered with blood and semen as before but this time, he pressed the head against her small asshole. He laid down on her and began to work into her tight hole. Lillith bit her lip to keep from crying as she was raped a second time. Alexander finally managed to work his dick into her ass and was pleased to find it so tight. He pulled in and out slowly a few times to get a feel for it before ramming her hard. He placed both of his hands on her shoulders while he rode her. He figured this had to hurt as least as much as having your virginity ripped away. Lillith just laid still and allowed him to do whatever he wanted. With each thrust, Alexander let his anger out. Anger at his parents for having a second child. Anger at his father for beating him. Anger at Lillith for being a brat. He rode his anger as he rode Lillith, each thrust was a testament to his rage, a physical form for his feelings. His second orgasm built far more slowly. It built somewhere deep inside him, somewhere primal and feral. His body almost moved on its own, separate from his mind. Lillith, though, was too silent for his tastes, so he roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She made small gasping noises but did not cry out. He continued to pound on her mercilessly, shoving his dick in and out while she held her tears in check. After what seemed like an eternity, Alexander felt his orgasm near. He slowed his thrusts down to an even meter. In. Out. In. Out. He didn’t want to come to quickly. When his body had finally had enough, he poured out his second orgasm. He filled Lilliths ass with his hot seed as he continued to pump her. Alexander felt release as never before. He knelt behind Lillith for a few minutes while his dick spasmed, spitting out excess semen. Lillith had gone still but her breathing was ragged. He pulled his dick out of her and wiped it off on her thigh. Lillith moved a little and turned to look up at him. When she opened her eyes, they held a glint of anger, a glint of sadness and a glint of… satisfaction? “What’s so funny?” Alexander asked, mentally preparing to deal out some more punishment to her if she became too flippant. But she was not the one who answered. “Let me field that question,” came Lucien’s voice, cold and clear through the air. Alexander had not heard him ride up, had not heard him dismount, had not heard him approach. Alexander had no excuse for his actions and sensed more than saw the whip in his fathers hand.

My world was turned upside down. Grandma and Grandpa were here for the week, and I had to stay at home to spend quality time with them. It’s tough when you’re 15 to take time out from your busy and important teenage duties. My parents decided to take a couple of days off just for them and head to the beach. Grandma and Grandpa were left in charge. I had noticed something different about Grandpa when he was down to visit when I was 11. We had been playing a game of cards at the card table and from time to time he would rub my knee under the table. Then, one of those times his hand slid up my inner thigh and came so very close to my cunny. I felt an uncomfortable tingling. On this visit I got home after they had already arrived. I walked into my bedroom as he was coming out of my bathroom. He said for me to give my grandpa a big hug. He was taller and much bigger than me, so I had to reach up to put my arms around him. He stood up a little and kept my body pushed in to his. As he did this, he rubbed my bottom and squeezed it. Was this a normal greeting? Still, this was my grandpa, of course there was nothing strange going on. The Friday night my parents were gone changed my perspective forever. I had come home late to find that there were no cars in the driveway. Finally some time to myself! I went to my bedroom and shut the door and tuned out to the radio. 15 minutes later I heard a knock at my door. I turned down the radio and said come in. Who was still here, I wondered? The door slowly opened to reveal Grandpa. Oh great! He and I alone in the house. He told me that Grandma had taken the younger kids out for pizza and a movie. Since I did not get home in time he said he would wait here for me. Hmm, How very responsible of him . . . or maybe there was something else to it. He sat down on a big chair I had in my room and asked me about the teenage life, friends and school and stuff. Then, he said that while we were speaking of school, the school had called and said they were concerned that I may have been skipping one day last week. Oh, man! I didn’t think I’d get busted for that. Well, at least they called Grandpa. I should be able to weasel my way out of it. Right then he said he would not tell my folks but he wanted to know honestly if I was guilty or not. Not fearing retaliation, I admitted my folly. He said he would stick to his promise not to tell, but that he would have to take care of this himself. My stomach began to stir. Wait a minute! What is that supposed to mean?! He told me to wait there. I waited in nervous anticipation. When he came back in the room he was holding a large pingpong paddle. “No, no”, was all that I could say. He repeated to me that he would take care of it and no one else needed to know about it. I knew even a paddling from him would be better than the prison camp state that would await me if he told. I lowered my eyes and hung my head communicating to him my compliance. He told me to come and stand before him facing away. I did so. he was sitting in the easy chair and I was standing with my bottom facing him. He told me to lower my jeans to the floor and step out of them. As I did what he requested, all I could think was that this can’t really be happening. After I became pantyless, he told me to bend over, reach out and place my hands on the desk that was quite a stretch in front of me. I strained to do so. “I bet all the boys tell you what a nice ass you have.” Within an instant his hands were all over my ass, massaging and rubbing my young cheeks. I could hear his labored breathing. Then, SWACK! Ooh, it hurt! SWACK! SWACK! “Oh, baby! I like how your sweet ass bounces and jiggles!” He rubbed my ass more, grabbing up handfuls in lustful delight. He sounded like he was about to pass out. He pulled away from me again and SWACK! SWACK! SWACK!pornIs he going to spank me until they come home? That could be hours. It was then I thought, I might as well have a little fun myself. I’m driving this old man crazy! “Grandpa, please, please let me have a break,” I begged. He allowed it and I stood up rubbing my bruised bottom. It hurt more than I thought it would. “It’s so hot in here!” I turned around and stood right in front of him in my T-shirt and lacy panties. I watched his eyes go straight to my crotch. I stood there acting like I didn’t notice. As his eyes soaked me in, I reached up and snatched off my T-shirt in an instant! I wasn’t wearing a bra and my young, bountiful tits leaped out into the thin air and lightly bounced there in front of his shocked vision. “Honey, they are beautiful! Walk over here for Grandpa.” I slowly approached him until his groping hands met my tantalizing, swollen tits. I have never been and probably never will be felt up like that again! He exhibited such a thoroughness with zeal and passion. My nipples perked up and stood at his beckoning attention! I didn’t know my nipples could get so hard and maintain their constant erection! My panties were being soaked as I stood there taking in his elderly worship of my youthful, engorged melons. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I reminded Grandpa of my spanking and how it must be finished. I assumed the position – bent over with my ass facing him, legs straight, and arms outstretched in front of me just gripping the desk. “Wait! Don’t start yet!” I said. I reached back and pulled down my wet panties, taking them completely off with one swift movement. There I was bent over in front of him completely naked. I knew it was his wet dream come to life. As I thought about him staring at my beautiful, young, erotic body my juices started to flow more swiftly. Staying in position, I spread my stance so that he could take in even more of my pouty sex. I could feel his stare invading my most private, tender sanctums. “Touch me! Touch me! Touch me!,” I cried to myself. SMACK! was all I heard. And then the stinging! “OW! Grandpa, that hurt!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He rained down his best on my glowing red ass! “Tell me you like it.” he said. I was at the verge of tears. “I-i-i-i-i l-i-i-i-ike i-i-i-t, grandpa.” “That’s a good girl. You are a good girl, aren’t you? Bad girls are big teases, but I know you are my good girl.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! And then silence, and all I could feel was the warmth of my well-spanked behind. Then, his hands were on the small on my back as he guided me toward the desk I was balancing myself on. He kept me bent over and soon the upper half of my body was lying face down on the desk. My tits were pressed down into the smooth, cool wood just by the sheer weight of my chest. He stood over me and massaged my lower back and tenderly rubbed my ass cheeks and upper thighs. “How’s my good girl now?” “Better, grandpa.” “Are you my good girl or you a bad girl?” He said as his large rough hands gently pulled my ass cheeks apart. “I-i -i-i-‘m y-y-our g-g-ood girl.” Before I could finish speaking, I felt his tongue licking up and down my exposed crack. He lightly flitted about my tense anus with tickling wisps. I could not relax to let him in. “Oh no. My good girl is so tight.” He dipped his finger down between my wet pussy lips and soaked his finger, Then he lubricated my anus with it and slowly pushed his way inside of me. He fingered me deep and rhythmically. I found myself rocking on the desk, rubbing my clit against the grain and thrusting back on his finger. “That’s a good girl!” I think he could tell that I was ready to explode because he stopped and withdrew from me. “Okay, now honey, follow my instructions very carefully. . . . slowly roll over and scoot back on the desk.” He stood back and watched me obey. Here I thought I would give the old man a thrill, and now I was totally obedient to him. I lay there, naked, feeling the slickness of the desk under me, now that my juices were everywhere. I looked up at him standing over me. His gaze was covering me from head to toe, I felt so young and helpless. He was so large standing over my vulnerable state. He stared at me without touching me until my sex ached and I had become too uncomfortable. He could tell I was squirming under this perpetual anticipation. “Do you want me to touch your body, honey?” I nodded yes. “Tell me. Tell your grandpa.” “P-p-p-please t-t-t-t-touch me, grandpa.” I was wondering if I was sounding like a little child. He bent over me and scooped up my waiting tits. He took them one by one as much as he could into his mouth. His tongue flickered at my nipples erecting them back to their rock hard state. My body writhed about uncontrollably on the desk. He did not divert his attention at all from my swelling titties when he said, “Spread your legs, honey, and bring your knees up toward the ceiling”. I did so without even thinking about it. He reached around and squeezed my still warm pinkish ass. I moaned and wiggled. He stood up straight and walked over to the end of the desk, so that he was staring right at my opened pussy. I was spread towards him and my cunt was visibly dripping its lust lotion. “You are doing very well, sweetheart.” He delicately pinched each of my pussy lips and spread them far apart until I felt the ecstatic limits of their stretching. “What a sweet, pink pussy hole you have. I bet all the little boys you date want to play with it.” He pushed the first digit of his thick finger inside of me. I rolled and rolled on it without choice. “Do you want grandpa all the way in?” “Y-y-y-yes, p-p-p-please, sir.” He slid it in smoothly until his knuckle disappeared inside of me. I rocked on him like crazy, moaning and crying out like a fool. All my dignity went out the window when he eased it back and forth in my begging chamber. All of a sudden, he withdrew and I audibly gasped! He straightened my legs out and spread my thighs apart as far as was comfortably possible. “Close your eyes, honey.” I froze there with my eyes tightly shut.porn and erotic storyA moment passed and then I felt him there, his tongue licking between my lips, sliding in and out of me, sucking on my enlarged clit. The rhythm, up and down – I was moving with him. He slid a finger up my ass and then another one up my pussy – with the other hand he began to roughly grope my tits and the whole time he sucked and flicked at my clit with his hungry tongue. I couldn’t take it anymore – his fingers thrusting with the same motion inside of me! His lapping tongue on my clit. I began screaming wildly – “Oh! oh! oh! oh! o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h!” He squeezed my nipple hard when I came, and drove his fingers deep and powerfully inside me. He just let me lay there pulsing on him, until I calmed down completely. Then, he got up, walked around to my head and kissed me lightly on the forward. “That’s my good girl.” He walked out of the room. I did see him until late when everyone got back. He acted as if nothing had happened, but before they left to go home, he did give me a pinch on the ass when no one was looking. I gave him a hug good-bye in front of everyone, and I felt all anxious inside when he said, “Now that’s my good girl!”,mujhe pyar Warning: This story is for the entertainment of adults. It contains detailed descriptions of Female Domination, Fisting, Watersports, Anal penetration…

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