I just got back into town after my little trip with Laura (my ex-sister-in-law), maybe a week ago. The two of us had taken a weekend trip to a summer art festival, where Marv was the guest of honor. Truth be told, the only reason I went with her on the trip was to satisfy a long time urge to fuck her silly myself. And when I realized that probably wasn’t going to happen, I had to satisfy myself with attacking three women I knew, who were just down there to blow off some steam at their little annual reunion.

I knew them from work - Jill, Linda and another Laura. Each of them were regular customers at one of my stores. They were all in their early forties and darn attractive. By the time we hooked up at a carnival beer garden, they were already drunk, hot and horny. And I was frustrated as hell at Laura and Marv, who were acting as if they’d arranged the weekend as a little get-together for themselves.

So, after an uncomfortable dinner with Marv and Laura, we dropped Marv off in the hotel parking lot, and I walked Laura back to her room, expecting to get involved in a little hanky-panky. But she seemed to blow me off, and then I met Marv as he was sneaking up the stairs to Laura’s room with a bottle of wine and an amorous twinkle in his eyes.

Instead of dumping Marv headfirst off the balcony, I decided to take my frustrations out on the three drunk ladies instead.

I should stop right here and explain a couple things. A year or two ago I was wandering around in Laura’s home, peeking into her private life. At the time I was married to a woman named Jennifer - Laura’s sister-in-law. I was in the bathroom, busy taking a leak, when Laura walked in and proceded to strip naked, hop into the bathtub and masturbate, right in front of me.

And she never knew I was in the room.

I discovered something new about myself that afternoon, while I was jacking off into her bathwater.

Later that night, Laura and her husband Ken (Jennifer’s brother) threw a house-warming party. Laura made a drunken pass at me, and I took a rain check in order to test out my new-found power on someone else.

I ended up raping one of the party-goers, a woman named Lisa, in the same bathroom I’d watched Laura bathe in earlier that afternoon.

I can’t tell you how much fun it was.

I’ve always had a dark fantasy life, sexually speaking, but that was the first time I’d ever acted on any sort of impulse - with an unwilling partner. And that was the first time my power manifested itself in a really visible, in-your-face sort of way.

An awakening in some respects.

Along the way, I divorced Jennifer, picked up a few sex-slaves, and underwent some rather baffling physical changes. Suddenly, in my thirties, I’ve had a growth spurt of five or six inches (and not just to my height), lost some weight, grew back some hair, and now I feel better than I have since my early twenties.

And I’ve slowly discovered more disturbing elements to my new-found abilities.

I still have very little control over what happens with my power. But I do know that, generally speaking, its manifestations run hand-in-hand with whatever kind of sexual situation I find myself in.

And more and more, the sex I like is brutal and twisted. I see a woman - literally, almost any woman, young or old - I see a fuck toy. Something to be used, and then thrown away.

Case in point: the three ladies from the beer garden.

When I left the hotel I wandered back to the carnival (which was closing for the night), and ran into a couple old cronies: two on-the-lam hispanics named Jose and Freddy, who had raped an old sexpot waitress with me the night I took my first slave. They were working as carnies now, and we talked about my plans for the evening.

And they were interested in joining in on my night of fun.

Just a few minutes later I met up with the ladies, who had sobered up a bit, and they took me back to their little rented bungalow.

The night didn’t turn out to be quite what they expected. I fucked them, and then tied them up like presents on Christmas morning for the festivities to follow. My two buddies and about thirty of their greasy, horny, ex-con co-workers followed us to the bungalow and rang the doorbell just as I was blowing my load into Jill.

Tonight on the news the ladies were officially declared as missing persons. The police presume foul play, but currently have few leads and no suspects.

Poor ladies. Their families look so sad.

I’ve been thinking about them. Their families. I’ll get around to...comforting...Jill’s teenage daughters sometime soon. Maybe in the fall, when they go back to school.

Catholic schoolgirls. Yummy.

And I can’t forget poor Marv.

Marv, Marv, Marv. The fact that he’s going to prison for just trying to bone Laura (well, and attacking umpteen other women, one of whom he drugged and raped after fucking up with Laura) - when I committed a much, much worse crime - should bother me, I think.

But it doesn’t. The fact that I didn’t get to screw Laura - my fucking sister-in-law! - again bugs me more.

Strange.

Which is why I’m here at the gym, sweating and wondering about the deviant change to my nature, instead of being home and asleep in my nice, cool, air-conditioned bedroom, or home, busy fucking one of my three live-in slaves in the ass.

There I go again.

Now, see, this is what I’m talking about. Not a thought runs through my head these days without turning foul and crass.

"Hi Matt."

Pam startled me. I was so lost in thought, I hadn’t seen her walk out of the dressing rooms.

"Hey there."

She smiled down at me and pointed to the treadmill next to my bike.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked.

Other than the savagely tan, super-fit employee manning the counter, the gym was pretty empty. In a room behind us, a couple guys were on the basketball court shooting hoops, playing one-on-one, there was one other guy using the bikes in the aerobic area, and a handful of serious steroid freaks in the weight room.

So Pam could use any one of a dozen vacant treadmills.

I grinned and shrugged.

"Sure."

Pam stepped onto the treadmill and started it up. She’d changed into a pair of black and yellow lycra running shorts and a matching sport bra, and her running shoes looked brand new. The treadmill was on my right. Pam jogged in place just in front of me.

The recumbant bike I was riding was low and parallel to the floor, so I had a nice view of her ass as she ran.

She was in her mid-to-late forties and was darn attractive. At some point, I’d developed an irresistable urge to fuck older women. Pam was just at my perfect age.

I knew her because she used to work for my company, although she’d already turned in her notice and quit right before I took over ownership. But she and her family - her husband and three daughters - were still regular customers of mine.

Like the three ladies I’d fucked at the carnival.

Pam had really short, frosted blonde hair, nice green eyes, and a warm smile with full lips and even, white teeth. She wore little gold hoop earrings that bounced around as she ran. She wasn’t in bad shape at all - a little poochy in the lower stomach, a little thick in the legs, maybe.

But she looked pretty damn good for an older bitch who’d spit out three kids.

In fact, her body reminded me a lot of Laura’s: big - no, make that huge - tits, with a little waist that curved into nice wide hips and a big, juicy ass. From where I sat, I couldn’t see any stretch marks on her stomach or her back.

BIG plus.

My penis thought so too, and started crawling out of the top of my sweats.

Here we go, I thought.

And then my dick took over.

A very clear image popped into my head as I watched Pam’s tits bounce up and down; of me yanking down her shorts, bending her roughly over the treadmill control panel and shoving my dick in her ass as hard as I could.

No sooner had the thought entered my head when Pam moaned and stumbled on the treadmill. She grabbed the crossbar in front of her and got her rhythm back, then her head whipped around in my direction.

I was busy watching some stupid woman on television, eating pie without using her hands, trying to win a mug with a picture of the shows’ host on it. I looked over at Pam and gave her a dazzling smile, and she shook her head and smiled back at me. I returned my attention to the show, but caught Pam staring at my crotch before she turned around again.

When the clock on the bike told me I’d been pedalling for an hour, I stood up and decided to hit the free weights.

"Have fun," I told Pam as I wobbled by and patted her hand. She gave me a weak grin and nodded.

I was going to work on my legs, but after seeing Pam I changed my mind. I still wanted to get a good workout but my legs were already rubbery from the bike, and I wanted to be able to stand and move around without feeling like I was going to keel over later. So I stretched a bit, then decided to work my chest instead. I could feel her eyes on me as I piled weights onto a bar and started to bench press.

The little fantasies came in spurts as I worked out.

I was almost done with my bench sets and was now fantasizing about Pam sitting on top of me - naked except for her bra, which had been pulled down under her breasts - and she was riding me hard.

In my fantasy everything was dark, but I could see the ceiling of a room above us. Pam’s eyes were closed tight and she had a look of utter terror mixed with intense lust on her face. Her hands were braced on my chest, and she licked her lips with quick flicks of her tongue as she ground her pussy around on my dick. I slapped her cheek and she stopped moving suddenly, moaned, and her head snapped back.

I swore I could feel her fingernails digging into my chest, her warm pussy clamping around my dick, and a sloppy, wet jet of her cum squirting over my crotch as she rode an intense orgasm.

Across the room, Pam cried out.

It was a long, low moan - just like in my fantasy. She fell off the treadmill and sat, stunned, for a second. Then she jumped up and bolted for the dressing rooms as I plopped my weights back into the racks with a clank.

One of the steroid-freaks, busy posing in the mirrors close by me, grunted.

"Stupid bitch. Probably forgot to shove a tampon in her snatch before she came out."

He went back to his private pose-off, tensing his calves over and over. I laughed at his funny ha-ha, massaged my triceps, then grabbed a pair of dumbells and started work on my delts.

 

With Pam gone, the rest of my workout went pretty quickly. No more fantasies. I hadn’t seen her leave yet, so she might still be around. I thought about waiting for her for a few minutes, but then I smelled my armpits and said fuck it.

I wanted a shower.

So I wandered into the mens dressing rooms, only to find the showers roped off for cleaning. Some tiny asian guy waved me away and yelled "Twenty minutes!" over the deafening roar pouring out of his Walkman’s headphones.

"Dammit," I muttered, and made a bee-line for my locker. No way was I going to sit in my soaking-wet sweats for another twenty minutes. One of my slaves - Shelly - was home tonight. If I left now I could make it home in half that time and enjoy a nice blow-job from Shelly while I showered.

So I popped my lock, grabbed my bag and my keys, and marched out into the lobby.

I looked around for Pam, kind of hoping I might not have missed her. Steroid boy was in the back of the gym with a spotter, doing set-after-set of squats with about five hundred pounds bent over his shoulders. But that was it. No Pam.

"Are you looking for somebody?"

The hardbody at the counter gave me a big, toothy smile as she pulled her hair into a long ponytail. She was cute, with the long, lanky body of a runner.

I gave her a smile back.

"Yeah, I guess. My friend - the woman who was on the treadmill a bit ago? I just wanted to make sure she was okay."

She nodded.

"Oh, right. Pam." She pointed to the doors. "You just missed her."

 

I left the gym and beeped my keypad, unlocking my BMW, when somebody behind me cleared their throat. I spun around and found Pam grinning sheepishly at me, showered and dressed in a white t-shirt, tan walking shorts and brown leather sandals. A big bag was slung over one shoulder.

"Hi." I grinned.

She glanced at the ground and shuffled her feet.

"Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you, I, uh..."

I tried to catch her eye.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "You kinda ran out of the gym like you just ate at Taco Bell and had to run for the border."

She looked up at me like I was an idiot. So much for a stab at juvenile humor.

"I just got a little...dizzy." She closed her eyes and ran her hands through her damp hair. I used the opportunity to stare at her boobs. I spied a nice, flowery white bra underneath the thin cotton of her t-shirt. I managed to avert my eyes when she sighed and opened hers. "I was hoping you wouldn’t mind giving me a ride home."

That took me by surprise.

"Seriously?"

She blinked and nodded her head a little, and said, "Um. Yes?"

"Didn’t you drive here?"

She laughed. Finally. I didn’t mind, even if I had to play stupid to get it. It was a nice, hearty laugh, and it made her boobs bounce a little. I had trouble pretending not to notice.

"No, no. I walked."

"Walked to the gym."

"Yep."

"I’ve never heard of such a thing."

She laughed again.

"It’s true."

"Will wonders never cease."

She looked around at the deserted parking lot. The gym was located in a strip mall that was nestled into a little business district at least a mile or so away from the closest homes. If Pam lived anywhere near me, she was looking at long walk home, alone, late at night.

Kinda scary. My heart went out to her.

Maybe I should give her a ride home, I thought. I haven’t had any excitement for a while.

The familiar buzzing at the back of my neck started just before I replied, and I felt my power flow out of me, into Pam. She shivered and rubbed her arms. I could see the goosepimples popping up on her forearms.

"Tell you what, Pam," I said. "I’ll give you a ride if you strip down to your underwear and suck my dick on the way."

Her mouth popped open and she blinked at me in surprise. I opened the door to the back seat of my car and tossed my gymbag inside.

"Excuse me? What...what did you say to me?"

I looked at her like I had no idea what she was talking about. Pure innocence.

"What do you mean?"

Her mouth moved a little before she answered.

"I... I could’ve sworn you asked me to..." She shook her head again and opened the passenger door. She sat down, and I slipped inside next to her and started the car.

"Nevermind," she smiled like it was no big deal. "I appreciate the ride."

The stereo turned on and Pam clicked her seat belt in place and primly crossed her legs. I turned the volume down so we could just hear the music and pulled out of the parking lot.

Pam looked uncomfortable, like she’d just made a big mistake.

She had no idea.

"Which way am I going?" I asked.

"Oh...uh, right," she pointed to a stoplight down the street. "Sorry. Then a left at the light."

"Would it be easier to take the freeway?" I pointed at the freeway sign mounted up by the streetlights. "We could jump on the entrance down by the train tracks. The next exit lets us off right by my store." I glanced over at her. "That’s pretty close to your house, isn’t it?"

She nodded at me.

"I suppose, if you want to."

Oh boy. The cold shoulder.

This could be a long ride, if she decided not to talk.

So I asked about her daughters, and after a few friendly questions, she warmed right up again. Pam told me that her oldest daughter, Kim, was getting married in a week and she was completely stressed out. Which is why she’d come to the gym tonight; to burn off some of that pent-up anxiety.

"And besides," she admitted, sheepishly, "I want to fit in my new dress."

I gave her a quick smile, careful to look her right in the eyes.

"You don’t need to worry about that. I think you look great."

She blushed and turned away, but I could see her reflection in the window.

For my efforts, I just got a BIG grin.

With a little more prodding, Pam got so busy telling me about all the wedding arrangements and the problems they’d been having that she didn’t notice when I turned off the main road leading to the freeway ramp, and instead followed an old, bumpy road down to an old, abandoned warehouse, hidden from view by a thirty-foot concrete wall on one side of the freeway, and three hundred yards of overgrown trees and brush on the other.

She stopped talking and held on for dear life when we hit the gravel road that ran around the warehouse. The car started bouncing like a ping-pong ball. I managed to drive around to the loading dock without snapping an axle, then I stopped the car and killed the engine.

"Wh-why are we here?" Pam looked around wide-eyed, one hand braced on the car console, the other wrapped tightly around the ‘oh-shit’ handle above her window.

The warehouse belonged to one of my slaves. She inherited it from her father after he and her brother died in a car ‘accident’. A friend of mine had recently been using it to film illegal porn, but I knew nobody would be around tonight and the location was private as you could get in the middle of the city, so I figured we wouldn’t be distrurbed.

I didn’t have any solid plans for the rest of the night, but I was pretty sure at this point that Pam wasn’t going to make it home anytime soon.

So here we were.

Outside, it was nice and dark. The roar of the freeway just a few hundred feet away drowned out any sounds we - she - might make.

Time was waistin’, and my dick was screaming at me to get on with the action.

So I popped our seatbelts.

Pam flinched as hers whipped by her head and smacked into the window. I let my power juice up, just a tiny bit. I wanted her to be aware and scared of what was happening, but I didn’t want much of a fight from her tonight, either.

"I told you I’d give you a ride as long as you stripped down to your skivvies and sucked my dick. I kept my part of the deal - now it’s time to keep yours."

I scootched up against the back of my seat and slipped my sweats and my underpants down around my knees.

Pam backed as far into her seat as she could, quick, both of her hands up, waving around like she was trying to ward me off.

"Oh...God. Matt, please, put your pants... back... on..."

My dick had been at half-mast since we left the parking lot, and now it fell out of my pants and onto my leg with a meaty slap. She got one look at my cock and her hand flew to her mouth. It wasn’t even close to being erect yet, but it was still almost as long as her forearm, and easily as thick.

"Go ahead, touch it."

She shook her head frantically, holding out her hand as if to ward my penis away. I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her closer to me, then wrapped her hand around my cock. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head, but her fingers clamped tight around me.

I moved her arm back and forth slowly, making her stroke me.

She tried to beg.

"Matt, please..."

So I hit her.

Her head snapped back, but she kept her grip on my dick.

"Good girl. Now take off your fucking shirt ," I hissed. "And don’t you dare let go of my cock, or I’ll hit you again. Do you understand me?"

Pam nodded, sniffling back tears. She hunched over and used one hand to pull off her t-shirt, until it hung around her other wrist.

"Now your shorts. Sandals, too."

She kept her face averted and struggled a little, but managed to unbutton her shorts and kick them off. She hooked her sandals with her toes, and then she was just how I wanted her.

"Sit up straight," I ordered. I pulled the straps of her bra down over her shoulders until the flowery cups fell down just under her round, pink nipples.

Wow. My dick shot straight out at her. She jumped a little, and looked down at it despite herself.

"Hold it up with both hands. Look at it."

She had to lean over the gearshift to do it, and I spread my legs to help.

"Grab it right at the base. Yeah. That’s a good bitch."

Pam had both her hands wrapped around my cock, pointing it straight at her face. The tip of my dick rubbed her neck, right under her chin. She tried to hold her breath and keep her head up. She looked like a drowning woman, trying to keep her head above water.

I laughed at her and smacked her face again.

"Mouth it. I want to feel it go all the way down. I want to see it bulging in your throat."

She started shaking her head, sputtering that it was too big. So I hit her again, harder.

Blood trickled down her chin from her cut lip. I grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her to look at me.

"You never, never say no to me again, you fucking bitch. Do you understand me?" I shook her hard enough to make her cry. "From now on, you do whatever I tell you, or you’re a dead bitch."

"Oh-h-h-h Go-o-o-d-dd! Please...!"

"You think I’m kidding? Think about it. How easy was it for me to get you here? How easy was it for me to make you take off your clothes? Huh, bitch?" I shook her until her tits jiggled. " Now open your mouth and suck my fucking dick! "

I rammed her face down on my cock. She screamed and gurgled, then I pulled her back up by her hair and rammed her head back down, once, twice, three times, until she was kicking and frantically grabbing at my arm. I held her there, enjoying the warm, comfortable feeling of her mouth on me, her neck constricting around my penis.

I counted to twenty, slowly, then let her up for air.

Pam coughed and spit, gagging and gasping for breath.

"Can you suck me like a big girl now?" I asked, not unreasonably.

She nodded, wiping off the thick, wet cobwebs of spit dangling from her chin.

"Oh-okay. Okay. Please don’t do that again, Matt. Please."

I pointed and gave her head a little shove back in the direction of my penis.

"Suck. It. Good."

She paled a little more and braced herself with her hands on my legs.

"I want the best fucking blowjob you’ve ever given anyone. Ever. And you better not stop unless I tell you. Understand?"

"I... I understand." Pam bent over, took a deep breath, and for the next five minutes, I was in heaven.

She cupped my balls with one hand, and while she worked me, I leaned my seat back and relaxed, letting my right arm drape over her body. I gently stroked her back, her neck, her hair. She jumped and gave a little moan when I slipped my hand down her panties and started to play with her pussy. After a minute or two she relaxed and a warm, wet little trickle seeped out of her pussy, around my fingers and into her panties.

Her head was moving slowly all the way down my knob, and I could hear her gag as she hit bottom, and I could feel her tongue licking and lapping on her way back up. Then she’d pause at the top, sucking and slurping on the head of my dick, using her free hand to jack me off while she would gently squeeze my balls or tickle my ass with her fingers, and back down she’d go.

I was ready to cum. But I didn’t want to do it while she was blowing me.

I’d already decided that I wanted to roll her over, face first, on the car seat, then spread her legs and cum in her ass. I was just about to push her over when I heard the loud ‘Whoop! Whoop!’ of the police siren, and saw the swirling red and blue lights flashing in my rearview mirror.

"Holy crap."

Then someone rapped hard on the window, and a flashlight beamed in on my face, startling me.

My heart almost stopped dead. I didn’t know what to expect, so I let a flood of power build up and flow out of me, letting it wash away in a large circle.

I took a deep breath and rolled down the window.

"Uh. Excuse me sir, but did you know this is private property? You’re not supposed to be here."

The flashlight beam moved out of my eyes, so I could see. The cop staring sternly down at me was pretty, and young. The girl couldn’t have been over twenty; really, she looked like she was sixteen and just off the high school softball field.

Then she shifted the light again and noticed Pam, staring up at her with a bloody, spit and tear-streaked face, her hands still wrapped around my cock.

I smiled, but the girl-cop backed up a step and pulled her gun.

Crap. The little bitch just pulled a fucking gun on me!

So much for talking my way out of this one. This wasn’t going to be pleasant.

"Sir, please step out of the car."

"Officer, I..." I mumbled.

"Out-of-the-car." She tried to make it sound threatening, but her voice squeaked and her hands shook. That, and the fact that she was about five feet tall kinda ruined the Dirty Harry effect. "Keep your hands up."

I carefully opened the door and eased outside. When I stood up, my sweats fell down to my ankles, and my dick practically reached out and tried to poke the cop in her belly.

Her eyes popped open, and she whispered, "Holy shit!"

Her eyes held on my dick for second, then flickered to Pam, and finally back to me.

"Is it okay if I pull up my pants?" I asked.

Her voice shook as she levelled her pistol at me.

"Just turn around and put your hands on the roof of the car!"

This was not my night. I sighed and turned around.

"Okay," I said and plopped my hands on the edge of my car roof.

"Don’t move," she warned me, and I heard the snap of a button, the creak of stiff leather, and the jangle of handcuffs. I felt the rough material of her uniform rub against my outstretched ass as she reached for my wrist. I was a good foot and a half taller than her, and I figured that I was feeling her stomach rubbing on my butt.

Awkward for me, but just as bad for her. I wanted to get out of this situation without giving her a chance to get those handcuffs on me.

Now or never, I thought, and spun on her with my elbows swinging. I had judged the level of her head just right, and my aim was right on.

She was off balance enough that when my elbow hit her hard on the temple, she dropped flat on her back onto the sharp gravel. She grunted and her gun flew out of her hand and skidded off towards her cruiser, stopping seven or eight feet away.

A bad night for her too, full of stupid mistakes.

And then she made another.

With my pants down, she had me at a disadvantage. But instead of trying to put some distance between us and mace me, she rolled over onto her stomach and went for her weapon.

Really bad move.

I took one hop and landed on her back. I heard the breath whoosh out of her, and then I had her pinned. I wrenched the handcuffs away from her, and a second later both of her arms were locked tight behind her back.

"Stupid fucking bitch!" I screamed into her ear.

She was scared stiff, but she tried to put on a good front. "Let me up, or...Ugnpgh!"

"Shut the fuck up." I ground her face into the rock and dirt. She cried out and fought, twisting and kicking, but I had all my weight resting on the small of her back, and without her hands to help, she had nowhere to go.

She had a speaker for two-way walkie-talkie hooked to her uniform. I ripped it off and threw it into the bushes, then stood and pulled up my sweats while she squirmed around.

"Oh God...don’t...you’re making a huge mistake! My...my backup’ll be here any second, and..."

Fuck.

That was something I hadn’t thought about.

Unbelievable.

My adrenaline high suddenly took a bad turn.

I was wound as tight as a drum, and had to take a couple deep breaths to calm myself down. It really didn’t matter, even if there were a hundred more cops heading this way, but I wasn’t thinking clearly at all. My power already seemed to be in overdrive, but now it kicked into another gear.

Suddenly the world spun around me, and then I popped into her head. I could feel her panic, her pain, and her realization that she’d really, really screwed up.

And I knew she was bluffing.

"You never called for any backup, you stupid twat." I spat. "You just thought you found a couple little teenagers necking in mom’s car and decided to have a little fun without telling anyone."

"What... How did you... How did you know...?"

"Not a real smart girl, are you?" I growled. "What’s your name?"

"Off-Officer Griggs."

I shook and smacked her until she squeaked.

"Your first name!"

"S-Stop! Please! Cheryl! My name’s Cheryl!"

"Cheryl. That’s a good little bitch. Now, let’s see you in the light."

She wore her blonde hair in a ponytail. I wrapped it in my hand and dragged her, kicking and screaming, over to her police cruiser.

On the way, I kicked her gun off into the bushes with her walkie-talkie, and then I threw her face-down onto her cruiser, pounding her face into the hood until her knees buckled and the fight went out of her.

"This is definitely not going to be your day, Cheryl." I said as she lay, crumpled, on the hood.

I unbuckled her gunbelt, then hucked it away too. No sense in taking any chances that she might realize she could still grab some mace.

Or anything else she could use as a weapon, for that matter.

One belt down, one more to go.

A heavy leather belt held up her trousers, and I unbuckled that, then unsnapped and unzipped her dark blue pants and let the weight of the belt drag them down to her ankles.

I stepped back to have a better look.

Lord, she was thick. I had a sneaking suspicion that I was probably right about the softball, too. Her ass was wide and round and her legs were well-muscled, and she was wearing a pair of plain, black cotton panties.

So, so not-sexy. Just more proof that real life wasn’t like Penthouse Forum.

I flipped her over and she moaned, blinded by the glare from her cruisers’ blinking lights. My dick wanted me to see her tits, but her uniform and body armor hid her womanly treasures, so I yanked open her shirt. Her body armor was a one-piece vest, pulled over her head and velcroed together under her armpits.

I ripped apart the velcro and eased the vest off over her head, pulling her upper body forward as it slipped off. Cheryl fell back onto the hood of the car and her shirt flopped open, giving me my first good look at her whole body.

After finding the dull panties, I half expected to find either a woman’s undershirt or a plain, funtional bra. Maybe a sports bra. Certainly nothing arousing. But Cheryl surprised me, treating me to a sweet, lacy black bra - with a tiny pink flower sewn onto the spot just between the flowery cups that supported a nice, full pair of tits.

I wedged myself between her knees and forced her legs open.

"Wh-what are you going to do?" She whined.

I considered.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Cheryl?"

She bit her lip and shook her head.

"Girlfriend?"

She closed her eyes and turned away from me. I slapped her lightly and asked again.

"Cheryl, look at me when I’m talking to you." SLAP! "I asked you a simple question. Do (slap) you (slap) have (slap) a (slap) girlfriend ?"

That got her attention. She opened her eyes, focused on some point over my shoulder and nodded.

"Please stop. Please..."

"Is she a cop too?"

She nodded again.

I kept my hand at her eye-level. "You ever suck dick?"

She blinked and her lip trembled. I raised my hand and she nodded again.

"You ever fuck a guy?"

She squeezed her eyes shut.

SLAP!

"Agh...Nnnnooo! No!"

"Really?" I asked. She started to cry. Quietly, but with big, wet tears rolling down her bruised, bloody cheek. "Cheryl, are you a virgin?"

A BIG SOB this time.

"Yes." She whispered.

"But you’ve given blowjobs?"

"YES! YES! YES!" She flipped out, started screaming and kicking and thrashing around. "Goddamnyoumotherfucker, LET-ME-GO!"

I grabbed her around her neck and squeezed until she stopped kicking and her eyes rolled around in her head.

"Wow," I said. "A dyke cop that sucks cock. This I’ve got to see."

I looked over my shoulder. Pam was still sitting in my car, scared to death, watching us through the back window.

"Pam!" She jumped when I shouted her name. "Get out here! Now!"

Pam walked over to us, still just wearing her undies, treading carefully on the rocks.

I shook Cheryl, just enough to get her attention.

"Where’s your nightstick?"

Her eyes were wide with panic. "In...in the car. In the front seat."

I looked back at Pam, standing there in her underwear. My dick throbbed, and I jerked my head at the cruiser.

"Get it. Quick."

While Pam rooted around in the car, I ripped off Cheryl’s ugly fucking panties.

Her pussy hair was so light, at first I thought it was shaved to the skin. A quick feel, however, reavealed a nice, soft, trimmed bush.

I gripped my dick and rubbed the head over her pubic hair, and then up and down her pussy lips. She groaned as I pushed, and her body tensed as I forced an inch or so of my dick into her cunt.

"Nice and tight," I whispered, and her hips bucked against me.

She tried to squirm away, but her feet were tangled in her pants. She was so short her legs just dangled over the edge of the car, and she couldn’t get any leverage. Her heavy shoes just bounced off the fender as she kicked and squirmed.

"I found it!" Pam eased her way back around to the front of the car, holding a gleaming black billy club, about a foot long and and inch or so thick.

Perfect. Time to fuck.

"What do you want me to do...with...it? Pam stopped and stared at my dick, the tip just wedged into the lesbo-girl-cops virgin pussy. Her hand flew to her mouth, and she murmured, "Oh, JesusGodAlmighty."

"Climb up on the hood with her and shove it in her mouth. Cheryl’s gonna show us how a lesbian sucks dick." I looked at the terrified girl squirming under me, and my vision blurred.

Pam shook her head. "Matt, please don’t do this. This is so wrong..."

Something was happening to me. My entire body suddenly felt like it was on fire.

"Get on the fucking car!" I growled. In my ears my voice sounded like metal scraping metal.

Pam cried out and jumped up onto the car, whimpering, trying not to touch me.

"Shove it in her mouth!"

She tried to do it gently, but Cheryl had her mouth squeezed shut and was shaking her head frantically from side to side.

A blood-red haze flooded through my brain, and I wrapped both of my hands around Cheryl’s neck and choked her until her body was bucking wildly under me and her eyes popped wide open.

But her mouth stayed shut.

"Matt, please! She can’t breathe!" Pam was screaming at me, wild-eyed, but held the club steady over Cheryl’s face.

"Good." I growled, and thrust my hips forward as hard as I could.

A heart-wrenching cry filled the air as I ripped into Cheryl’s tight pussy. Her eyes bulged and her back arched, pushing her stomach and chest against mine. Her mouth worked, finally opening as Cheryl desperately tried to draw air.

"There! Shove it in!"

Pam slipped the round, black tip of the club into Cheryl’s mouth, and I pulled my dick out a few inches and pounded into her again. She bit down hard with the pain, and her teeth crunched through the varnish of the wood club. She tried to scream again, but managed just a choking wheeze.

"Now fuck her face with it."

"Matt..."

"DO IT!" I screamed.

Pam shrank away from me, but began pumping the club up and down, like a plunger. Cheryl started to spasm and buck, forcing me deeper into her pussy. I stopped choking her and bit down on a soft, pink nipple instead. It hardened in my mouth as I sucked on it, flicking it with my tongue. I grabbed her other breast with my hand and squeezed, and I heard her draw a strangled breath when Pam lifted the club, and then came a gurgling groan as it was pushed back into her throat.

"Harder! HARDER!"

Pam was crying hysterically now, her huge jugs bouncing in her bra as she pumped the club up and down, in and out. Cheryl gagged and choked and her eyes bulged with fear, her body thrashing around madly underneath me.

I chewed on her nice, juicy tits, held on and enjoyed the ride. After a few minutes, Cheryl’s thrashing had died down to little, jerky twitches, and soon she went limp. Pam kept slamming the club in and out, and I started fucking the unconscious girl.

Just a few minutes later I came so hard I thought my balls exploded. I heard a loud, primal scream, an awful sound that emanated from somewhere deep in my body, and I passed out.

 

I woke to find myself lying on the ground with my head cradled in Pam’s lap, her arms wrapped tightly around me. She was sobbing my name, rocking me, pleading with me to wake up, to be okay, not to be dead.

The anger - the bloody, violent rage that had engulfed me after the cop pulled her gun on me was receding, but it took all my willpower to just reach out and stroke her cheek.

I had another flash of her, looking radiant, dressed in a white and violet gown, bent over a wooden chapel pew. I was wearing a black suit and my pants were down, and I was busy fucking the hell out of her ass. She was gasping little, soft cries as my hands pulled the top of her dress down over those fucking huge, beautiful tits, and we were surrounded by other people, all in various stages of undress, fucking like dogs in heat.

Pam jerked back, breathing heavily. I tried to sit up, and almost went under again. I got my elbows under me and waited until my vision cleared again. When it did, I saw Cheryl, slumped on the ground by her cruiser, her eyes open and vacant, staring blankly up at the night sky.

"I...I think I killed her," Pam whispered, and buried her face in my chest.

Killed...her.

Cheryl wasn’t the first woman I’d condemned to death after the power started to take control of me, but she was the first I’d actually been fucking when it happened.

My vision blurred again. Pam’s body touching mine had started the burning sensation, back in the pit of my stomach. I couln’t take my eyes off the still, quiet body lying just a few feet away. I felt the blood pumping back through my penis, and some sick, dirty part of me wondered what it would be like to crawl over there, roll Cheryl over and shove my dick into her unresisting ass, and fuck her.

"Matt, we’ve got to get out of here!" Pam begged. "Please!"

I nodded, and she helped me to my feet. I had a brief, dazed thought about how this was a crime scene, and that I should probably try to clean my prints off of her car and the other stuff that you always see movies. But the dark voice in my head laughed happily and told me not to worry.

No one would ever know, it said confidently.

And as the air around us grew sharp with static electricity, I believed.

 

I drove Pam home.

She sat quietly, staring out the passenger window, still wearing nothing but her underwear. I’d pulled my sweats back up, but had taken off my t-shirt, which had blood spattered across it. Pam said it had spurted out of Cheryl’s mouth while she was fucking her with the club.

Taking a last look at Cheryl’s face, I didn’t argue.

After I passed out, she’d continued to pummel Cheryl with the billy club, until she realized she was probably dead. I’d been unconscious for about ten minutes before she stopped and let Cheryl crumple to the ground. When Pam realized she was really dead, she tried to wake me up.

She didn’t say much on the way back to her house. I had to ask her for her address and find her place without her help. When I pulled up in front of her well-kept, two-story victorian, she just stared out the window until I got out of the car, opened her door and walked her to her porch, carrying her bag with her clothes inside.

There were three cars parked in the driveway, but except for the porchlight, the house was dark. Her hand shook as she stuck her key in the lock, and when the door opened, the dark, twisted part of me took over again, and I followed her inside.

She twisted around as I reached for her, and dropped her bag.

"Matt? Wha...?"

I pulled her close and kissed her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She tried to push me away, but I held her by the waist.

"No! No!" She whispered. "My husband’s here! I..."

Ignoring her, I wrapped my hand in the band of her underpants and pulled. It snapped and I tossed the remains into the dark room and pulled down my sweats.

I kissed her again as my dick pressed into her belly, and I pulled her down on top of me.

"Matt, my family, please don’t..."

I laid on my back and settled her over my hips. Her pussy rubbed against my dick and she moaned a little, shaking her head. I relaxed and let the control of my power disappear. The room spun, and I arched my back, slipping my cock into her. She braced herself, her hands against my chest, and let herself slowly slide down my shaft.

Her body trembled a little as she settled down on me, and she licked her lips. Her pussy was already soaking wet.

"Fuck me Pam."

"God, please, don’t..."

"Fuck me, like you imagined you where when we were at the gym."

Her hips began a slow, grinding circle. She was panting a little, and she closed her eyes and her fingers clenced my chest. I reached up and slipped my fingers into her mouth and she sucked on them, moaning a little.

"How did you...?"

I felt the first clench of her pussy muscles, and the first little flood of her juice on my legs as she warmed up, and her grinding circle became a slow, rhythmic bounce.

"Because right now, I’m God."

She closed her eyes and I squeezed her tits as she rode me, her head thrown back, her arms quivering, and then she was cumming, her butt bouncing wildly, slapping my legs and her fingernails digging into my chest.

"Matt, oh God, Matt oh God, Matt..." she chanted, quietly. She stopped suddenly, tensing, then her body jerked once, hard, and a river of warm fluid ran over my legs as she came.

She collapsed in a heap on top of me, weeping. She wrapped her arms around me and nuzzled my neck as I continued to slowly fuck her.

"Oh God, I can’t believe this..." she sobbed into my neck. "I... love... uh...uh... my husband, and my... uh...uh...uh... my girls are... uh... asleep... mmmMMnnnggh..."

I hate a crying woman.

Usually.

"Pam?"

"Uh... uh... W-What?"

I liked the way she felt against me, warm and soft. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her ass.

"Are all your kids here tonight?"

She shook her head, and gulped a breath of air.

"Nuh- No... no. Kim’s got her own a... a... apartment..."

Shit. I was kinda hoping to fuck them all tonight. Now I had to change my plans.

Then a thought occurred to me.

"I want an invitation to your daughters wedding."

She raised up a little, looking at me oddly.

"Why?"

I grinned and smacked her ass.

"You’ll see." I grinned. "I’ll even dress up. What are you going to wear?"

She settled back down on her elbows, her face hovering just above mine. She was having trouble concentrating; her nipples brushed my chest with each of my thrusts and her breath was coming in sharp little gasps.

"A...a white dress w-with vi-violet t-t-trim..."

"Wear a garter belt and stockings too. Okay?"

"Wh-why?"

I grinned and squeezed her ass harder.

"Because I said so." I licked her neck and she groaned. "And no panties."

When I pulled her against me again, I felt her pussy loosen around my dick and then clamp back down. It spasmed, like she was trying to push me out, and she collapsed on me, tangling her fingers in my hair and kissing me. Her little tongue flicked into my mouth and I sucked and nibbled on it as another warm, wet flood spurted from her cunt and trickled down my hips.

I let her ride out her orgasm, and when she finished I rolled on top of her and hooked my arms under her legs. She wrapped them around my neck and pulled my face down to hers.

"That goes for your girls, too." I whispered and let my weight rest on her.

"M-My girls?" she moaned.

I laughed.

"Yep. And," I added, "I want a seat right behind you."

And then I bit her neck, squeezed her tits and let my cock take over.

 

On general principle, I really don’t like weddings.

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve hated going to church. Hard benches, nothing to do but listen to sermons so boring you can’t even fall asleep, and enough nasty old-lady perfume floating around in the air to make your nose bleed. Those same old ladies - wearing their big hats so you couldn’t see anything good anyway - turning and ‘shushing’ you every time you sneezed because of their nasty perfume.

Yuck. Forget it.

Although, come to think of it, that might be were I developed my older-woman fixation. All those matrons, dressed up in their Sunday best, passing me around from bosom to bosom, hugging me and pinching my cheek, giggling and telling my parents what a sweet boy I was while I felt them up.

The good old days.

Anyway. I should’ve known my marriage was doomed. Especially when Jennifer nixed my idea to invite a few friends and our close family and get married on the beach, and insisted instead on having a traditional Catholic wedding with a bunch of jerk-offs neither of us even knew.

Reminded me a lot of this one.

The church was crammed full with a hundred or so guests, and we were all impatiently waiting for the show to get on the road. The groom fidgeted and adjusted his bowtie for the umpteenth time, whispering something to his best man, who grinned and watched as the priest smoothed back his comb-over. I picked out Pams two younger daughters, Jenny and Katie, among the brides-maids, blushing prettily in their dresses, playing with their bouqets and smiling nervously out at the crowd. I was decked out in my new black suit, uncomfortably squeezed into one of those wooden pews right behind Pam, along with several of their closest, nasty-perfume wearing friends.

The youngest of the ladies - an attractive, fifty-something, plumper version of Pam - who was wearing a low-cut white satin dress with matching gloves and hat, reached over and patted my knee. A strange bolt of pleasure shot up my leg as the feather in her hat tickled my nose.

What the fuck, I thought to myself. No time like the present.

I’d held my power in check all morning, waiting for the bride-to-be to start her walk up the aisle.

No real reason to wait any longer, I thought, and I let the floodgates down. The tingling started at the back of my neck, and I felt the power flow from me, quickly radiating outward in a circle, like a ripple in a pond.

The room warmed up considerably, even with the air-conditioning going full blast.

The women around me started fanning themselves, their cheeks suddenly turning bright pink. A chorus of throat-clearing filled the air as men loosened their ties and unbuttoned starched collars. Teenagers wiggled in their seats and licked beads of perspiration from their lips; their already over-loaded hormones kicking into high gear. The air turned static, and parents tried to quiet giggling children who squealed happily as they playfully zapped each other with their fingers.

The woman patting my knee took a deep breath, let her hand rest on my thigh and leaned over, flashing her ample cleavage.

"How do you know the family, dear?" She smiled and her eyes twinkled. "Are you an old boyfriend of Kim’s?"

I cleared my throat.

"Oh, no. I’ve known the family for... Well, quite a while." I gave the gloved hand resting on my knee a little squeeze. "I’m Matt."

"Hi Matt. I’m Sarah, Pam’s sister." She locked her fingers in mine and shifted my hand into her lap. "Are you here all alone?"

I nodded.

"No. I don’t believe it."

"It’s true. Crazy as it seems, I came all by myself."

Sarah snuggled closer, and her hips bumped into my leg. She wrapped my hand in both of hers and sighed.

"Your wife couln’t come today?"

"I’m not married." Not anymore, anyway. "How about you?"

She smiled.

"I am...not. No, I prefer the single life. Keeps me feeling young."

Sarah leaned against me, and my arm rested against her breast. She sighed and adjuted my hand, then whispered conspiritorally in my ear. "I don’t approve of this wedding at all, you know. I was trying to talk Kim out of going through with it at the rehearsal yesterday. She’s too damn young to get married. I should know - her mother and I both got married much too young. I guess Pam doesn’t mind, she’s happy for Kim. But I think she should take some time, go to school, see the world and get laid." She grinned, then sighed. "That’s what I’d do, if I where her. But I’m afraid none of that’s going to happen."

She looked at the groom, nervously chewing on his fingernail.

"Look at him. Not even a man yet. I don’t even think he needs to shave." She harrumphed.

I laughed.

"I’m sure Kim likes him just the way he is."

"Yeah, right. What does she know? She’s still a child." Katie looked me up and down. "You’re an attractive young man. If you know her so well, why didn’t you ask Kim to..." she trailed off as the doors in the back of the church opened. All heads turned and everyone stood as the wedding march started. Sarah and I stood along with the crowd, and I heard the rustle of her dress as it settled over her underclothes. She held onto my hand and pressed against me, peeking over the shoulders of the people standing in the row behind us.

Kim’s father beamed proudly as he guided her towards the altar. Sarah dug the fingers of her free hand into my bicep.

"Oh, she looks beautiful though. Doesn’t she?"

I agreed. Kim was tall and willowy, with her fathers height, but with the full, hourglass figure she inherited from her mother. Her long, sun-bleached hair was pinned up under the gauzy veil that obscurred her pretty, California surfer-girl face, and her long, flowing wedding dress trailed out behind her. When they reached the altar, she stopped and kissed her dad, then gracefully took the steps to stand next to her fiance.

The guests oohed and aahed over her for a few moments, then the priest cleared his throat, we all sat, and the ceremony began.

After giving away the bride, Pam’s husband Jack sat down and wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. He whispered something to Pam and kissed her on the cheek.

Pam glanced back at me, a worried, haunted look in her eyes. Sarah gave her a happy little wave and raised our clenched hands. I smiled at her reassuringly, and Pam turned back to the ceremony, suddenly looking even worse.

"Poor Pam. She’s completely stressed out over this," Sarah said and rested her head against my shoulder.

"Uh, huh," I said, non-commitedly.

I relaxed as best as I could and while everyone else turned misty-eyed, I busied myself with blowing the annoying feather out of my face and staring down Sarah’s dress. Until - finally - the priest asked if anyone present objected to this marriage, blah-blah-blah, speak now or forever blah-blah-blah.

You know the drill. I figured this was the most appropriate moment for what I wanted to do, and I let my power loose again.

The tickle in my neck tickled, and next to me, Sarah wriggled. In front of me, Pam jumped. A collective moan went up from the guests, but this shot was directed towards the pew in front of us, and the group of people standing at the altar, specifically.

The priest lost his place for a moment, but recovered nicely. And Kim, who had been so relaxed through the ceremony, suddenly stiffened. I saw her glance over at her smiling groom, and as the priest intoned the ‘Do you, Kim, take this man’ speech, she did a little dance, hopping back and forth from one foot to another, like she suddenly had to use the bathroom.

Kim blinked at the priest, as if she hadn’t heard the question. He tried again.

"Kim, do you..."

This time, she turned to her fiance, who held her hands and smiled encouragingly. Sarah sat up straighter next to me, trying to get a better view. I grinned to myself, trying to remember the exact words Sarah had used a few minutes before...

Kim visibly shook herself, like she was trying to wake up out of a bad dream, and answered.

"I...I’m sorry, Tim. I can’t. I...I want to take some time, go to school." She smiled weakly as her fiance’s face melted. The crowd around us hushed as Kim continued. "I want to travel and see the world, and, and..."

"What?" Her fiance looked like he wanted to shake her. Or punch her in the mouth. "And fucking what?"

"And get laid!" She yelled.

You could’ve heard a pin drop, the room got so quiet.

I definitely heard Kim’s bouqet fall to the floor, right before she rushed down the steps and out the door, sobbing. Her sisters and the other bridesmaids followed her, and the rest of the guests stared at the closing doors in shock. The poor kid left standing at the altar looked like he’d eaten something bad and really needed to take a dump. His best man tried not to laugh and flipped the wedding ring he wouldn’t have to hand over.

I heard him say "I told you so," and I decided to put the clamps down. I remembered the fantasy I’d had of fucking Pam in the ass at the wedding, and let loose with another blast of power.

In front of me, Pam’s husband was coming back to his senses, and was getting ready to run after his daughter. Pam grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back.

"Jack."

"Pam, we’ve gotta go see what the hell’s wrong with Kim..."

She shook her head.

"Jack, I want a divorce."

Jack sat down. Pam stood up. Sarah gasped. I grinned and started rubbing the smooth material covering her thigh.

"What?" Jack looked like he’d been pimp-slapped.

Pam glanced at me and took a deep breath as my power flooded the room. Around us, I could see men, women and children staring at each other. A few people were already groping at each other on the benches.

"I’m leaving you and taking the girls. We won’t be home tonight."

And with that, she ran after her daughters.

Which caught me kind of by surprise. I think I looked about as shocked as her husband.

A teenage boy sitting behind us finally lost control and grabbed the tits of the old, grey-haired woman seated next to him. She popped him with her handbag, but then threw her arms around him and shoved her tongue down his throat. A couple already busy kissing fell off the pew next to us and rolled around on the ground, trying to undo pants and pull up skirts at the same time. The woman sitting just next to Sarah unzipped the pants of the man next to her and went down on him. He spread his arms out on the back of the bench and sank down with a sigh as her head started bobbing.

Jack stood and watched his daughters beautiful wedding suddenly degenerated into an monster orgy.

The groom and his best men surrounded a very pregnant young lady across the aisle from us, and bent her screaming over the pew. The groom ripped her dress open, all the way up her back, until it hung from a small strip of material just around her neck. He yanked down her panties, taking her from behind, and ran his hands up over her swollen belly to her milk-engorged tits. He found the clasp to her bra, just between her breasts, and unsnapped it, letting the bra hang loosely off her back. Another man shoved his dick in her mouth and fucked her face while the groom milked her, squirting jets of watery looking fluid from her titties onto the other guys trouser legs.

In a matter of seconds, she was surrounded by men, stroking their dicks, waiting their turn.

Before all hell broke loose, I tried to let anyone with children out. All the younger kids suddenly needed to use the bathroom all at the same time, and it looked like most of them made it.

One woman with a younger girl wasn’t so lucky. She and her daughter were intercepted at the doors by a group of ushers. The woman was pinned to the floor by four or five men, her blouse ripped open and her skirt pulled up to her waist. She screamed as they held her down and fucked her, until one of the men stuffed his dick in her mouth and forced him to suck her. An older man grabbed her daughter, a pretty girl of maybe ten or eleven, and sat down in a vacant seat and plopped her on his knee. He kissed her little neck and played with her golden curls as he lifted the hem of her cute pink dress. The girl wiggled and squirmed on his leg as he unbuckled his pants, and he told her how sweet she looked as he ripped her white, ruffled panties. Then he picked her up and dropped her little, virgin pussy onto his dick.

She screeched, and her pretty curls bounced as he fucked her.

On another bench, a newborn baby screamed for its mother, who was busy riding a young boy, who in turn was busy nursing the woman as she ground her pussy against his hairless crotch. Warm milk oozed from her brown little nipples as the boy noisily sucked away.

All through the chapel, people were fucking. Young men with wizened old women, bald old men with hot-bodied girls. Whoever a person was closest to, they fucked. The air filled with the smell of sex, and the gasping, moaning and panting of people in heat.

Jack stood and watched.

Then a hand reached around, cupping the bulge at his crotch, unzipping his pants. Jack turned to find the priest, smiling at him, his robes pulled up over his erect cock. Jack looked at the man, then down at his own dick poking straight out of his slacks. The priest gripped him, and then they fell behind the bench, out of my sight.

I congratulated myself. A job well done.

And then Sarah unzipped my pants, hiked up her skirt and bent over the bench.

"Come and get it," she smiled.

I tried to picture the woman I was fucking in my fantasy. I’d thought it was Pam.

Maybe not.

Sarah gasped as I pulled out my dick, hard and ready, and I shoved her slip up over her big ass. Underneath, she was wearing a white garter belt and white, silk stockings. I yanked her panties off to one side and rubbed the tip of my dick up and down her pussy lips. She hissed with pleasure, squeezed the top of the bench with a death-grip and wiggled her ass at me.

"Fuck me," she said, and pushed herself onto my cock.

So I had to adapt my plans a bit. Again. No big deal.

I reached around and grabbed Sarah’s tits, pulling the top of her dress down over them. They bounced out into my hands, and I gave them a nice squeeze and shoved my hips against her butt. Her head snapped back and she wiggled harder while I played with her tits. They were packed into her bra, and her nipples poked up through the lace into my palms. I fucked her pussy for a minute to lube up, then pulled out.

There was one thing from my fantasy that I wasn’t going to change.

"Hope you like to get butt-fucked, Sarah."

She moaned, and I reached down and grabbed my dick, shoving the tip into her asshole. The palm of my hand was slick with her juice, and I rubbed it off on her dress while I worked my way into her butt.

God. That felt good.

The kid behind had torn apart the old ladies dress, and was so anxious to fuck her he didn’t bother to pull down her nylons or her underwear. He was just shoving his dick into the material, grunting away, slowly ripping his way into her pussy. She was grabbing his ass with her clawlike fingers, trying to get him to kiss her while he humped away. The women in the chapel outnumbered the men about two to one, and one poor guy was pulled off of the sweet young thing he was boning by a gang of grandma’s and splayed out in the aisle. They took turns fucking him; one fat old lady riding his dick, another sitting on his face.

All of them giggled when his screams floated out past her flabby butt-cheeks, sounding a lot like muffled farts.

I couldn’t see the pregnant girl at all anymore, just guys waiting, yelling encouragement at whoever was fucking her.

The one black couple in the chapel during the ceremony was also getting their fair share of attention. Standing in a circle of women, his pants pooled around his ankles and his shirt torn off, the guy was busy screwing a cute teenage girl while the other ladies pawed at him. The woman was riding an older guy who was laying on the floor while another guy fucked her ass, and she gobbled a ring of five or six cocks that smacked at her face. She had gobs of cum dripping from her chin down her neck, soaking the front of her light purple sundress, turning it transparent enough to see the lacy white push-up bra underneath.

Her nut-brown ass jiggled as the guy pounding away behind her started to cum.

He pulled out and sent stream after stream of sticky white cum across her back, falling back on his ass as he climaxed.

And then another guy pushed him roughly out of the way and shoved his dick into her butt.

She screamed around a mouthful of cock and vainly tried to push him away while somebody came on her face. The new guy fucking her ass quickly found his stride, and wrapped his ams around her in a bear hug. Somebody else grabbed her wrists and yanked her arms up over her head, giving everyone a great view of her big tits when her dress was ripped open down the front. Her bra went seconds later, and then the two guys fucking her mouth pulled out and greased her exposed titties.

Her man noticed and tried to help her, but before he could reach her, he was pulled down by a huge, grotesquely fat old lady. Both he and his big cock disappeared with a grunt, and the women around him cheered.

There was a perky-bodied teenage asian girl lying on her stomach, spread-eagled on the floor, looking ready to pass out. A hairy, sweaty, fat man sat with her head buried on his lap, his cock lodged deep in her throat, and another guy was on top of her, viciously screwing her from behind, both of his hand digging into her ass-cheeks. A line of guys about ten deep stood and stroked themselves, waiting their turn.

The sound and smell of sex filled the air.

I pulled Sarah closer and her hat fell off, bouncing over the bench in front of her. Her hair was pinned up in a tight bun, and I ran my hands through it, loosening it until thick, pale blonde curls swirled through my fingers. I gently toyed with her hair and she played with her pussy, purring like a cat. She ground her ass against me in a slow semi-circle, and while she fucked me, I marvelled at how closely she resembled Pam.

She reached behind me and cupped the back of my head with her hand, then pulled me close and kissed me. I lost myself in the feel of her body, the insistent probing of her sweet little tongue in my mouth.

And then I blew my wad so hard, cum shot back out of her ass, all over my legs.

I let myself lay on top of her and relaxed, forcing her down on the top edge of the bench. All around us, guys were busy blowing their loads, then they would wipe the sweat from their faces and dive back in for more. The jolt I’d given them should keep the action rolling for a few hours. Who knew what would happen after that.

Now that I was finished, it was time to hunt down Pam and her girls. I figured that I’d take Sarah along for the ride as well, so I pulled out, wiped my dick off on her stockings, then dragged her with me as I stepped over knots of writhing bodies and picked my way out of the chapel.

We found Pam and her daughters in the upstairs dressing rooms. Pam and Kim were both sobbing, the other girls trying to console them.

"Time to go," I said.

By the time we left the church, it was almost dark.

Sarah sat next to me in the passenger seat, holding my hand, a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile plastered on her face. In the back, Jenny and Katie were crammed in next to Pam and Kim, who spent the entire ride blankly staring out the windows. Pam looked shell-shocked. She’d poked her head into the chapel door as we were leaving, and I had to physically drag her out of the building.

"Evil." She kept muttering. "Unholy."

Sarah threw her a reprimanding scowl, then smiled at me again and squeezed my hand.

"Well, I don’t think so." She turned to me and licked her lips. "I think I found God."

Over the last months as I’ve acquired more slaves, I realized that I needed more space to keep them. Susan - the same slave who owned the warehouse property were Pam and I raped the policewoman - recently signed over the titles to several new properties to me, which included a new townhouse style apartment complex that would now be the new home for Pam and her family. It was nice and comfortable, roomy enough for all five women, and tucked away in a cul-de-sac, isolated and well hidden from prying eyes.

Kim looked up as we turned into the driveway.

"Were are we?"

Pam looked at her daughter.

"Hell."

I parked the car in the garage and led the ladies into their new home. I tossed a keyring on the kitchen counter as they looked around. The house was already furnished, the kitchen stocked with food and appliances. Susan had been in charge of getting it ready for the girls.

"This is where you’ll all be living from now on." I said. The buzz at the base of my neck sent little tingles down my spine, and my dick perked back up.

"What do you mean? Kim asked. "I don’t understand what’s going on. I..."

"Who all here has had sex?" I asked.

Each of them looked at me like I was crazy.

Pam raised her hand.

Sarah smiled at me and blew me a kiss.

The girls looked at each other, and Katie blushed.

"Well, well, well." I looked at Kim, who glared back at me. "Saving yourself for that special someone?"

Pam piped up.

"She’s a good girl."

"Not for much longer."

Kim and her sisters looked at Pam.

"Mom, what the fuck’s going on? Who is this guy?" Her veil was still pinned in her hair. Kim brushed it back as she talked. "Why are we here?"

Instead of trying to explain, I started to strip. The girls watched me with wide eyes, and Sarah grinned when I stood up, naked, my dick hanging down almost to my knees. Pam tried to keep her eyes on the floor, but she was starting to fidget.

I turned to Kim, and my dick throbbed.

"This is where you’ll all be living from now on."

I walked over to her as I spoke. She tried to take her eyes off my dick and failed miserably.

"Wh-what do you mean? I’ve got my own...place..."

"Not anymore." I smiled. "Now, girls, if you would, why don’t you grab your sister and hold her down for me."

"What?"

Kim tried to back away, but tripped and fell right over the coffee table. Her sisters grabbed her arms, and her mom and aunt each took hold of a leg and spread them open. Kim pleaded with her family, her words falling on suddenly deaf ears.

"Why don’t you shut her up for me?"

Jenny clamped a hand over Kim’s mouth as I walked into the kitchen. I found a nice big butcher knife and walked back to the living room, my dick swinging out in front of me. I knelt between Kim’s legs and ran a hand over her sweet body, enjoying the look of terror on her pretty face, the feel of her full breasts under her dress. Using the knife to cut her skirt open, I ran my hand up her stockings and played with the garter wrapped around her thigh.

"You’re mine now Kim. From this moment on, you and your sisters and your mom and aunt. You all belong to me."

Kim jerked and her body heaved on the table, but her family held her down.

I cut away her panties. Her little pussy was nice and pink, her little asshole just waiting for me to ream it out. I bent over and licked her clit, running the tip of the knife along her ass, making her squirm, her screams muffled under her sisters hand. I tongued her for a few minutes, then got into it, really eating her out, until slop from her pussy ran down my chin and dripped off her ass.

Then I got up on my knees, bent over her belly and pushed my dick into her pussy. She screamed as I took her virginity, her body bucking wildly. I held on and pushed until my balls slapped her ass.

"There’s just nothing like taking that sweet, bloody cherry, you know that, bitch?"

God, she was tight. Kim cried and whimpered while I fucked her, and her titties were bounced around enticingly with all her thrashing. Grinning, I cut open the bodice of her wedding dress, and then ripped it open to her navel.

"Time to see the titties," I said, and sliced her bra open. Her breasts were nice and firm, with perky nipples so hard they could poke your eye out.

I used my hands, groping her, enjoying the feel of her cool, smooth stockings rubbing on my legs, the lace of her dress in my hands. After I came I let her family take turns, but I pulled Katie back with me. I sat on the couch and watched Pam suck her daughters pussy while I taught Katie how to give her first blow job.

This was going to be a great next few days, I thought, and pushed the girls head down farther onto my dick. I heard her jaw crack and her fingers scratched and clawed at my ass, but she didn’t bite down. I felt myself slide slowly into her warm, wet throat, and sighed.

I was going to enjoy myself here. Knock ‘em all up and breed these bitches.

And why stop here? Why not take a new girl a day. Everyday.

Hell yeah. Why not?

I pulled the straps to Katie’s dress until they snapped. I leaned over and pulled her skirt over her cute little ass. She whimpered but kept slurping my schlong, getting me nice and horny again.

The world better watch out.

I went every colour of the rainbow and stammered out well sort of.

She said sort of didn’t sound like what you two were talking about on the phone. Then I realised she must have been listening on the extension. I said well I gather you heard everything so you know it is.

She said I am sure her parents dont know, how long have you two been at it.

I said look I don’t want to discuss this, its too incriminating.

She said well I could always let slip to her mother that its going on between you two.

I said you wouldn’t would you, hell Garry and I are best friends and that would kill my friendship with him if you went blabbing about my sex life all over town.

She said well I could always be discreet BUT.

I said BUT - WHAT.

She said you know Garry and his father and I are divorced and we are alone. I said yes - so what.

She said you also know I have seen the pair of you at pool parties at home skinny dipping and to be perfectly honest - I have not seen a boy your age so well hung. I am fascinated with you penis. Now this is something you can hold over me – I have fantasised a couple of times when I masturbate about having sex with you.

I said WHAT – you think about you and me having sex and masturbate too.

She said believe it or not yes and now I am fulfilling a promise I made myself I am asking you to sleep with me.

I said I don’t believe this YOU want ME to SLEEP with YOU.

She said I cant make it any plainer – yes.

Hell what do you think I am – having sex with my best friends mother.

She said you will regret it if you don’t.

I said you are more than twice my age even if you are in good shape, I couldn’t.

She said I am 38 and I maintain a good tight body and keep myself in good physical shape – you have seen me naked at the pool, so what is there to stop you. I am not some old frump.

I said plenty – you are my best friend mother- you are twice my age- you should be looking for men not boys to have you sex with. I already have a girl friend and what will happen there if I have sex with you.

She said it will just be between you and I and if the answer is no then you never know who may hear about you and Julie and with her parents connections, I think your whole family will be run out of town. He is a pastor in the church – not somebody to mess with.

I said this is blackmail.

She said – exactly. If you don’t then you have most to lose. I don’t know how you will find your way out of it – I guess you will just have to do as you are asked.

Holy shit I said what did I do to get myself into this mess.

She said by talking to Garry and letting his mother who has the hots for your cock hear you and now you have no options. Make up your mind it will happen and believe it or not I believe you will enjoy it, maybe even better than with Julie. I think I can show you a trick or two you can learn and then make Julie happier.

Oh God I said when have you planned this for. –

This afternoon, when we get home – Garry is not injured he has been sent on an errand and will be away till very very late tonight, I am taking you home now and you and I will make love and I will get to enjoy that monster in your pants. And with that she put her hand onto my groin. I only had footy shorts on and there was basically noithing to restrain it.  As she did she felt the erection rise and there was nothing I could do, my cock obviously was armed and ready to go, even though my mind was not willing, the flesh was.

Not another word was said as she drove to her place and into the drive and to the garage at the back where she and I could enter the house and not be seen from the street.

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom and said ok, now have a shower and get yourself smelling sweet and lovely for me.

She left me and I undressed and got into the en suite shower off her bedroom. I soaped myself up and then she appeared naked and got into the shower with me and proceed to soap me up all over paying particular attention to my pubic region which was now well and truly erect. I have to admit her body was firm and taught and really in very good shape, no loose skin and her breasts were firm with some uplift still left and her pubic area completely bald. Her nipples were quite prominent and the areola very red.  She had shaved or waxed herself recently as there was no pubic stubble she was very, very smooth. I gather she had planned this well before as everything was just the way she wanted it to be. She actually got down and for a moment put her mouth over my hard cock, sucked it for a moment then and then kissed it – I nearly came on the spot, but she then put her hand on my balls and squeezed them and I lost a lot of interest and my erection subsided slightly.

See she said I have complete power over you now. I guess Julie has never done that for you and she was right. I said nothing I was almost shaking with fear.

She got me to soap her up which meant I had to touch her breasts and pubic region and she directed me where to soap and rub and once again it was something I had never performed before- a sort of masturbation of her. I had never fingered Julie off, just touched her there a couple of time as we prepared to have sex together.

After the shower we both got out and we towelled each other dry and again she made sure my penis received a lot of attention. She said I love that cock of yours – eight inches of pure pleasure, it is beautifully circumcised – my husband was not cut like that and I never really got to like it.

I was saying nothing I was almost terrified.

Then she took me to the bed and we lay together naked and she began kissing me and telling me where to feel – which for the time being was her breasts. At first I was cold and unresponsive when we kissed but she was good and it only took a couple of minutes and I closed my eyes and imagined I was with anybody other than my best friend mother.

By now I was good and hard and she felt me and said I think its time for this beautiful cock of yours to be introduced to its very best friend. She lay back and prepared herself for missionary sex. I knew it was going to happen and still not having spoken a word for 5 minutes or so I prepared to enter her. I had never seen a bare smooth vagina so close up before. Julie has all her hair and most girls at the pool parties had some even if it had been trimmed or shaped I never really got close to the few bare ones.

My cock was really at its hardest, it wanted to go hunting, but my head was saying you shouldn’t be doing this.

Without a word I took my cock in my hand and guided it toward her hair free cunt. Her outer cunt lips were tight and while I could see her inner labia lips protruding slightly she really did look good and I had to admit without looking at her face I had begun to get aroused at the thought of having sex with her, it didn’t matter now it was just a cunt I was going to fuck. As I went closer she put her hand down and used her fingers to open herself to accept me. I looked up and she was looking intently at my cock and her cunt waiting and watching as I began to insert my cock into her now open pink pussy. I noticed how shiny and wet it was, her juices were flowing already and I could see the excess fluid slightly stringy like pre cum stretched across her opening. Now I was really in the mood, bugger her age and the fact she was Garry’s mother, she was just a cunt to me and I was now looking forward to entering her tunnel of love. I put the head of my cock against her lips and covered it with her juice, I had a slight drip of pre cum leaking from the eye of my cock ready to help lubricate her but it was not necessary - she was really wet.

Still without a word I let my cock slip in further and further until I was almost in completely, then she let out a soft moan of pleasure as she herself could feel me filling the void in her that started at her cunt lips and went deeply up into her. I know the walls of her vagina are not long and that within her is a void filled with her cervix and womb. She was remarkably tight I felt, I hadn’t expected her to be as tight as she was. After 17 years of marriage and I assume she had more than her share of sex and one baby she would have been far looser. Anyhow it felt good. Neither of us had said a word, actually we didn’t need to as the sensation was as good as I would have wanted it. It was in fact very comfortable and enjoyable.

It was only then she said – there doesn’t that feel good, I bet Julie doesn’t feel as good as this. I said I am not fucking Julie I am fucking you. I had spoken my first words in about 7 or 8 minutes.

Now I was enjoying the sensation, fucking is a very pleasurable event even if it is your best mates mom. Maybe all cunts feel the same but as I thought about it she did feel better than Julie, but Julie was pretty inexperienced and I had only had 2 other girls before her a year or so earlier and we were about 15.

I started to fuck her in the usual way slowly thrusting and lifting my ass to withdraw almost to the tip and then re thrust. She was enjoying every moment, I was not sure how long she had been without a man but she obviously masturbated from her earlier comments. She was really getting into it and began to move with me and meet my thrusts with her own ensuring I was getting maximum penetration and as I did she tightened her muscles around her opening and squeezed me as I went in. The sound of our flesh slapping together was now quite obvious and her breasts were bouncing about a little on her chest as I thrusted harder and harder to make her whole body shake. The bed was really being stretched to its limit. It felt great. I continued to fuck her for three or four minutes then she said its time for a change and told me to pull out.

Now she said its my turn, and with that she got over me and prepared to ride me. I had done this a couple of times with Julie as I found out that it’s a pretty good way for the woman to reach her own orgasm this way.

Have you done it with Julie like this before she asked.

I said I am fucking you – nobody else - what I do with Julie remains between us.

OOOOHHHHH she said touchy arnt we. Come on relax and enjoy the fuck of your life – so far. Then she was lowering herself down onto my now wet and slimy shaft which was covered in our love syrup and slowly disappearing into her. Oh god she said this feels wonderful, do you realise Garrys, dad is not as big as you, that’s one reason I wanted it with you. I said forget history I am not interested in who or how many guys have fucked you I just want to get this over with.

She said now admit it you like it, I can tell from the look on your face.

I said ok I like it - but I wish it wasn’t Garry mom. You have a great cunt and you fuck well, lets leave it at that.

She proceeded to ride me cowboy and she was very good, she had the stamina in her legs to maintain a good rise and fall on me. Julie had problems there, and I was really enjoying not only her cunt riding my cock but her tits were bouncing around in front of my nose and I couldn’t resist the temptation to put a nipple into my mouth.  Once I got my lips around her nipple and I bit her gently she moaned and groaned with the pleasure of it and I just enjoyed what I had not bothering to think these tits were twice as old as me and Garry had at one time suckled on them drawing sustenance from them as I was trying to do seventeen years later, without success. Somehow we were both enjoying the sensation as I swapped and changed from one tit to the other and she assisted by offering them to me as I released one to search for the other.  I was more interested in suckling than fucking at the time and she was enjoying both. It wasn’t long before I realised she had almost reached her orgasm as her moaning and groaning got louder and her pace on top of me faster and then she burst her boiler and she had an extraordinary strong orgasm, grunting each time my cock moved in her and graoning with the pleasure of a great orgasm. She really had enjoyed that and possibly it was the loudest orgasm a girl or woman in this case had ever had with me. It was far stronger than I had experienced with any of the 3 girls I had fucked. She really let herself go and after what seemed like a minute or two she collapsed on top of me gasping for breath and shaking all over. For some reason I wondered what her orgasms were like when she masturbated. 

Then without a word she rolled off me, lay on her back and opened her legs and prepared to take me in missionary again, as she gasped for breath she said come on, its your turn- fill me up baby.

I mounted her and began to enjoy once more my pleasure of fucking her. I was pretty physical and loved watching her tits bounce about and roll around on her chest as I forced my cock deeper and deeper harder and harder into her.  After about a minute or so I felt the pressure building up in my balls and the head of my cock becoming all sensitive and her cunt tightly gripping my shaft that was now rock hard and I raised my speed and thrashed her cunt wildly with my cock and finished myself off with hard and fast thrusts and had a exceptionally good orgasm myself. My semen filled with sperms  flooded from deep inside my balls and filled her cunt to the brim and overflowed all over us as my cock slowly subsided and finally slipped out of her dragging a strip of cum over her thigh before my cock slipped down between my legs letting the last drops of cum seek from within.

She said Christ that was magnificent. Where in the name of god did you learn to fuck like that.

I said I am glad you liked it – to be honest so did I – I never thought you would be as good as that. Now I wish you were not Garry's mom and we could do it all again.

She sort of giggled and said no I am not Garry’s mom I am a slut that picked you up and fucked the arse out of you. Don’t worry as far as I am concerned you are a stranger and believe me every time I see you in future I will remember this day for ever. You were fucking fantastic, I hope Julie enjoys you as much as I did.

After that we both showered together again, this time I was far more accommodating and treating her like a friend rather than Garry’s mother. Now I was beginning to hope that this may happen again. We had fun in the shower and had sex again standing up, something I had never had before. She stood with her hands against the wall and I entered her from behind. It felt great with the warm shower beating down on us and dripping off my balls. When I came my balls were swinging and hitting her arse as the warm water had softened the sac to a very soft and pliable state. After we showered we towelled each other off again and it started us off again. She dragged me onto the bed and I fucked her hard and fast missionary and the two of us were really into it. No words - all action. She was no longer Garry’s mom she was the best fuck I had ever had and I wanted more. After I came we kissed and fucked again, the fourth time, this time it was more subdued and soft and sensual. We were both exhausted really but still enjoyed every moment even though we were both covered in cum and love juice after two wild sessions one after the other as well as the two other loads of cum I had shot into her earlier.

This time I showered alone and she did the same. We both dressed and we held each other tightly and kissed and she said I want you again, not now, later – I had to say I was more than happy to oblige.

I said you will have to arrange it so Garry never realises what we are doing, I know he will never learn from me I am fucking the arse off his mom and I cant get enough of it.

She said I am so happy, don’t worry I can be very discrete and devious; we will meet regularly and relive these moments often. I am glad you just didn’t take the opportunity to fuck and forget me, I am really happy we actually got it all together in every way. Look after Julie and remember I am always available for you whenever you want me.

With that we walked to the car and she drove me home. It was dark now and I had some thinking to do to explain why I was so late – I just couldn’t say I was fucking the arse of Garry’s mom could I. Maybe I was helping Garry with his homework, well it was his home but it wasn’t work, it was extreme pleasure and Garry would never have spoken to me again if he knew what we were studying..

That was the beginning of a long association of sex with Garry's mom. I continued to see Julie and we eventually parted after 3 years of being in love. She eventually realised I was unfaithful and why our lovemaking became better and better.

I still see Garry's mom regularly as she bought a small apartment in town and we met in our love nest regularly. He knows we are lovers having caught us in the act about a year after we started. It was rough for a while between the 3 of us but eventually it settled down but my frienship with Garry was never the same. It didnt affect her and we got it all back together quite quickly and I could never be more thankful for the wonderful sex we have together- despite her age. Older women are fantastic - even if she is the only one I have had.

He whispered in her ear and unzipped his pants. She gasped as his 10” cock sprung out. She fell to her knees and started sucking, bobbing her head up and down. He forced her head closer and she gagged. Gasping he shot his load into her mouth. She looked up as she swallowed, cum dripping from the sides of her mouth and down her neck onto her C cup breasts. Her tongue worked along his still-hard shaft, licking up the excess cum and making him harder still.

She breathed heavily, her breasts moving up and down, squeezed tightly into the tiny dress. He brought her to her feet and pulled down the dress. Her naked breasts exposed, he grabbed her nipples and twisted them, making her groan in pleasure. Bending down, she felt him begin to lick and nibble her breasts and she tried to stop herself from panting and moaning. He kissed his way down to her pussy, his hands running up and down her smooth, tanned thighs.

Her pussy was completely hairless and dripping wet, just the way he liked it. He grabbed her arse tightly and panted into her ear, ‘I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, you stupid little whore’.

He pulled her legs apart and thrust upwards. She screamed and his massive cock pushed into her tight, teenage pussy. He bottomed out and she began to pant and moan. He thrust into her with such force she felt her tiny pussy stretch. She could feel every delicious bump on his engorged cock pushing into her. He pulled out so only the very tip of his cock was still inside her, and then shoved it back in; hard. In and out, he drove her wild with pleasure. ‘Oh yes baby, fuck me, fuck me hard!’ ‘How do you want it, how hard do you want it, you stupid whore?’ ‘I want it deep, and hard, harder baby!’.

Clara giggled, "Of course dear." She went and linked arms with Janet and the two women crossed the hall to where Siree waited by another door.

"We must wait for the air to be pumped into the airlock" said the blue giantess.

"Airlock?" asked Sarah.

"Yes," said Siree, "the K'lumballash exudes a scent that attracts it's surrogates. If we just opened the door we would all be inside in an instant."

"K'lumballash?"

Siree pressed a button that opened the blind, Sarah looked in. The room had just a green lush lawn of grass, at least she assumed it was grass, a few small bushes or trees on one side and in the middle of the room was a large pink furry ball. She could see why the girl's nick named it the powder puff. It was about 3-4 feet in diameter and the long lush looking fur waved about as though there might be a breeze blowing through the room.

"What does the scent smell like?" asked Sarah.

Siree looked at her for a moment then said, "I would not normally do this but as it is a special occasion for you mistress Sarah I will allow you to sample it." Siree pressed a button on a box that stood at the side of the door and removed some kind of breathing apparatus from a slot in the top.

It looked like a plastic bag and fitted over her head, as she pulled it down onto her shoulders there was a hiss and the bag sealed around her neck. She pressed another button and stood aside for the women to enter. Clara and Janet shrugged out of their robes and entered the airlock naked. Sarah followed and Siree stepped in behind her, closing the door.

After a few seconds the inner door opened, Sarah could smell flowers and some, other sweet smell she couldn’t identify. She felt like going for a walk, the pink thing over there would be nice to sit on, yes that is such a beautiful thing, ‘I must go and have a closer look’ she thought, but found that she was held fast. “No,” she said starting to struggle, “let me go, I have to go to that beautiful thing.” She saw the two naked women walking over the lush cool grass towards to lovely pink ball, she was struggling hard now to follow, she started to cry, “Oh, please let me go, I have to go there. I have to, LET ME GO!!!!”

The inner airlock door closed and she was suddenly free. She hurled herself at the door banging on it with her fists. “OPEN UP YOU BASTARDS! OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!!” She was sobbing and banging on the door, she had to get through, she must get through. But.... then again it isn’t important, she stopped banging on the door, suddenly unsure why she needed to go through to the other side. “Why…what….oh,” she was herself once more and looked up at Siree, and blushed. “I’m sorry about that, I don’t know what..”

Siree smiled at her, “Now you have felt the attraction of the K'lumballash, come lets see what your friends are doing.” She opened the outer door and stepped aside to allow Sarah to exit. As she did so Sarah saw Emma pressed up against the window watching the others. She stood by her friend and watched. Janet and Clara were rubbing themselves all over the pink ball, they sat astride it and rubbed their cunts into the fur. They suddenly stood up and each placed one foot on the ‘Powder Puff’ and the other on the ground, they pulled open their pussy lips.

“OH MY GOD!” gasped Sarah, “they’re peeing on it.”

The two women were indeed pissing on the pink ball, it seemed to give a shudder and shook itself like a dog. Clara lay across it on her back, her mouth opened and Janet was pissing into her open mouth.

Sarah was repelled and yet fascinated by the spectacle, she flushed, unable to take her eyes from the scene, the women had traded places and Janet was now receiving the golden shower from her aunt. The Powder puff was still shuddering, and shaking. The women got up and straddled the ball as best they could, they started kissing each other, Clara bent over to lick and suck on Janet's piss soaked tits.

Siree stooped over to talk quietly to Sarah, “the K'lumballash stimulates the prospective host to produce the ‘piss’ as you humans call it. It then analyses the chemical content and is now developing already fertilized eggs, which will be able to survive inside the host, it will then implant these into the hosts. Ah, excuse me Mistress.”

Sarah tore her eyes away from the erotic scene in front of her. Another woman had come into the room and was talking to Siree, she looked over at Sarah and Emma, and smiled, she then turned back to look up at Siree and said something, shaking her head at the same time, she then slipped off her robe and walked to the airlock. As she stood waiting for the door to open she looked over at Sarah again and smiled. Sarah smiled back blushing slightly as she admired the woman’s naked body. Her breasts were quite large and sagged slightly, she had a slim flat stomach a trim waist and lovely long legs topped by a thick dark triangle of pubic hair, Sarah found her very attractive and was wondering what it would be like to kiss her. The woman gave another smile and a little wave to Sarah and stepped into the airlock, the door closed behind her. Siree walked back to the window.

“I asked the other guest if she would mind if you watched, she said it was alright for you to do so.”

Sarah smiled at Siree and then returned to looking through the window. She wondered why she found these naked women suddenly so attractive, she had never given it much thought before, and certainly not wanted to touch and kiss any woman’s body before. She shook her head as if to clear her thoughts, and once more looked through the window. The new woman had reached the Powder puff and had her arms around the shoulders of Janet and Clara, and was kissing each alternately. Janet was squeezing and rubbing the breasts of the new comer while Clara had her hand between the woman's legs. She stopped kissing them and they helped her to stand on top of the creature in-between the two of them. Clara was still rubbing her cunt when the woman started to piss, the stream hit Clara in the chest, Janet who was behind the woman was kissing her ass and reached through her legs to run her fingers through the hot shower. Clara dipped her head to take her piss into her mouth, letting some of it dribble onto her tits and swallowing the rest. The woman put her hands on Clara's shoulders and bent forward so that Janet could also lean forward and get a drink of her nectar. The stream slowed down to a dribble and the women got off of the pink ball that had stopped shaking now, they stood looking at the creature caressing each other, and occasionally kissing. Sarah stole a glance at Emma. She had one hand in her gown squeezing and pinching her tits the other was working between her legs, her breathing was shallow and ragged as she watched. Sarah allowed her hand to steal into her gown, she pulled at her own nipple, thrilling as it grew beneath her touch.

“Look.” Breathed Emma.

Sarah watched and gasped as she saw, what appeared to be, white balls start to appear all over the pink fur. There were many sizes all dotted about the creature, they kept emerging, they reminded Sarah of the worms but these were rigid, hard shiny poles with a blunt rounded end. The women arranged themselves around the ball, on their hands and knees and backed up until they came into contact with one of the ‘cocks’. The new woman was looking straight at Sarah, Janet was around to her left, Sarah could see the blunt end of a cock starting to push into her cunt. She could just see the back of Clara's head on the far side of the ball, the woman looked straight into Sarah’s eyes and smiled. Sarah smiled back and then had a sudden urge to display herself to the woman, she pulled open her gown allowing the woman to see her tits, she cupped her hands beneath them and started to squeeze and play with them. The woman's smile got wider and she blew Sarah a kiss. Then her eyes closed and she threw back her head, her mouth opening as the creature began to move. Siree reached out and pushed a button by the window.

“…..UUUCCKKK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.” Suddenly blared out of a speaker set in the wall above the window. The creature undulated, so as one hard cock slipped fully into one cunt another was being pulled from the second cunt and the other cock was slipping into the third. All the unoccupied cocks slid back into the fur. Soon all three women were moaning and groaning, Sarah could see the cock clearly sliding in and out of Janet's cunt, Janet was pushing back to meet the thrust of the stiff cock as the creature pushed it into her.

Siree pressed another button and a screen above the window flashed into life, it showed a view looking down on the scene in the room, the creatures movements could easily be seen as could the thick white cocks sliding in and out of the un-resisting women. Sarah could see that the cocks were not all one size, the woman had chosen a thick almost short cock, Janet's was thinner but much longer, Sarah marvelled that she could take the thing so deep into her cunt it must have been almost a foot long. Clara had chosen the biggest, it looked about 10 inches long but was thicker than Sarah's wrist she could see the lips of the older woman's cunt being pulled out as the cock withdrew, almost as if it didn’t want to let go.

Sarah felt warm breath on her neck and looked down as Emma’s hands reached around and started to play with her tits. It was a new sensation to Sarah, Emma's hands were so soft compared to her fiancés, she felt her friends fingers gently tugging at her nipples.

“Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh,” she breathed, “we….we shouldn’t be doing this AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.” She cried out as Emma pinched her nipple’s but made no move to stop her friend.

“MMMMMMM,” Emma’s lips caressed Sarah's neck, “don’t you like it?” she breathed in the blondes ear.

“Oh yes I do, b…..b….but I’m getting married tomorrow, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM” Emma’s teeth gently nibbled her neck.

“All the more reason to enjoy yourself tonight.” Chuckled Emma moving around in front of Sarah, she kissed her on the mouth before lowering her head to take one of Sarah's hard nipples into her mouth.

“OOOOOOOOOHHH FUCK I’M CUMMING.” Screamed Clara. Emma stopped sucking on Sarah's tits so that she could watch what was happening. Sarah was breathing quickly and was sorry Emma had stopped, she looked through the window and could see Clara her head shaking from side to side as she came.

The new woman had her eyes fixed on Sarah and Emma, she supported herself on one hand and squeezed her large dangling tits with the other, she pinched a nipple between finger and thumb and pulled it hard, making her tit stretch out before letting it go with a loud gasp. She smiled at Sarah and licked her lips, “You two beautiful girls should be in here” called the woman, “I would love you to be sucking on my tits right now.”

Sarah looked at Siree, “Can she hear us?” Siree pushed another button, then nodded.

“I….I… would like that.” Sarah said hesitantly, blushing to the roots of her hair. “How doe’s it feel in,” Sarah blushed even more, “in your cunt?”

“Won…wonderful.” Gasped the woman. “It is stretching my cunt so …..aahhhhh….so tight, ….OOOOOHHHH FUCCCKKKKKKK it’s shooting off inside me!”

“Ohhh.” Gasped Sarah, “what’s it like?”

“Ahh, it’s like, ahh, like being, ahh shot with a pea shooter, ahh!”, she gasped then cried out, “UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!! OH FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK………… CUMMMMMMMMIIINNNNNNNNNNGG!!!!!!!!!”

Sarah and watched as the woman’s body jerked and shuddered as she came, Sarah licked her lips, watching the large tits jiggle and sway, before the woman finally collapsed and slid off the hard white ‘cock’ as she slumped on the ground her breath coming in ragged gasps the cock continued to twitch for a couple of moments shooting out 5 or 6 eggs (they were about the size of large peas) that landed on the woman's back. Cries and screams from the other women heralded their orgasms, and Sarah watched them also fall forward off the cocks. Sarah looked at Janet's spread legs and could see into her still open cunt and the cluster of eggs inside.

“How many eggs are in them?” she asked Siree.

“Sometimes as many as 200.” Replied the giantess. Sarah didn’t notice how Siree was staring at her bared breasts, she was watching as the women slowly and a little unsteadily got to their feet and gathered together, arms around each other smiling and kissing.

As she watched the girls with envy Sarah noticed a movement out of the corner of her eye, she turned to look at the bushes and suddenly out of the bushes ran a group of small blue creatures. The were about the size of a cat and looked to be a cross between an ape and a giraffe, their ‘arms’ were longer than their legs and the way the moved reminded Sarah of how chimpanzees moved across the ground. Their necks were as long, if not longer than their bodies, and tapered gently to a blunt head. They had almost no nose and very small ears, Sarah glanced sideways at Siree. Siree noticed the glance and smiled.

“Yes Mistress Sarah, we share a common ancestry with the Putak, rather like you and your worlds primates.”

“Oh,” said Sarah, “what are they doing?”

“Harvesting eggs.” Tinkled Siree. “They are the only predators of the K'lumballash, they have no sense of smell.”

As they watched the first of the Putak reached the women and scrambled up Janet’s leg, as it reached the top of her thigh it wrapped its arms and legs securely around her thigh and then rammed its head deep into Janet's cunt. Janet gave a start and then closed her eyes as the creatures head probed around her insides. Other Putak had now reached the women and were scrambling up the legs of the other two women. There were about six creatures fighting each other to climb the women’s legs and the three women were holding onto each other for support. As they watched one finally got to the top of Clara's thigh and rammed its head into her cunt, the third cunt was soon similarly occupied, the rest of the Putak dropped away and were running around looking for eggs that were lying in the grass. Sarah watched as the women were again being fucked by strange creatures, the head were clearly moving around inside them, occasionally a lump would bulge and move across their stomachs, Janet and Clara were also sucking on the other woman's tits causing her to moan loudly.

Sarah was wishing she had gone in there with them as Siree closed the blinds, “They will be in there for about an hour now.”

“An hour?” gasped Sarah, “you mean those things will be inside their…erm.......cunts for an hour?”

“Yes,” answered Siree, “it normally takes that long for the Putak to completely clear them of eggs.” Siree looked down at the two remaining friends, “And who shall be next Mistresses?”

Emma looked at Sarah, “would you mind if I….?”

“No not at all.”

Emma turned to Siree, “The Shriivaak.” She turned to Sarah, “whatever you see don’t worry, I will be having a glorious time, honestly.” She followed Siree to another door and slipped off her robe, she walked through the door and it slid shut behind her.

 

Mom worked at a large bakery and Dad well he was uneducated, and unskilled he would do any thing to make money and that would put him on the rode and long stay away from us. We only received letters with some money in it and a visit as he passed through.

 

As I was in puberty and in High School, I could care less about what was happening on the home front only getting laid and a toke. I was working as a roofer and after doing this for the past three years during the summer and holidays and on weekends I would do odd jobs around the area and stayed focused on getting out of the shit whole area I was in.

 

Mom was always impressed of my work ethic and feed me complements on how her baby was a man. She keeps a clean house and talked to the occasional neighbor around us but she was so shy, and only complained how others at her work got promoted and she just stayed the same and it was always to me. I got tired of listening to her rederick so I would eat and slip off to my room for my toke and stroke.

 

On my pay days, which I was making more then Dad us sending, I would slip a occasional $50 or $100 in to her purse. She would always say you did not have to do it but thanks and I would hear her go to her room and cry about it.  

 

Mom is an average looking women in her late thirties, a little more on the buns from eating her wares at the bakery and I was seventeen and coming of age. It was a three day weekend from school and Snow was piled high out side so I spent the first part of the day shoveling snow so mom could get out. Once done I entered the house and all shit hit the fan!

 

As I was changing clothes after a warming shower there she stood holding my box of goodies and trying to project herself as a strong and vigilant parent. She raised her voice and said” What is this stuff” and I lost it, her is an old robe and me with a towel in the heat of the moment I exploded “I grabbed her and said “Look Bitch this is my stuff and non of your fucken business, I pay you, you whore so fuck off” then I tossed her in the direction of my bed and she landed ok but not full on my bed. Her top half on the bed the rest kneeling with her ASS facing me. As I approached she looked and me with sad eyes and an expression of pure fright. It was then I realized my towel had dropped and coming towards hers was her son completely naked and a raging erection. Full of anger and out of control and when she NO Please! I know I was going to bust a nut in this bitch. She tried to stand but I held her down with one hand and ripped her panties off with the other. I laid on top of her and whispered in her ear you will be pleased when I’m done! She was crying and saying no son I am you mother, no stop!!!!!! I laughed you are right “NO STOP”

 

Her bare ass was about to take a bounding for the first time and we both know it. She tried to fend me off but I just more man then she could handle. As I forced my self in her she howled like the bitch she was. Further I drove and she continued to fight and cry, each inch drought a new valley of pleads and pain. When I could fully engulfed in her ass I started to slowly back out the forces myself back in. She ripped my sheets with her nails and teeth and I continued to pound away at her virgin ass. After 30 minutes there was no more fight left in her and she just kept taking it only the sound of her crying could be heard, a moan of pain, a gasp of air.

 

I climb up higher so I could thrust myself in at a different angle, I was now over her raw ass and pumping new flesh. Her ass was so wide now I thought my balls would fall in.    

 

I was ready to blow my Baby Magic. As the tension grew in my balls I yanked my self out of her and spun her around she was done and I know it, I grabbed her by the hair shot my hot load of baby magic in her mouth and sprayed it all over her face and gown. Then I dropped the crying bitch to the grown and could see she had shit her self and was totally out of it. I had to piss so she got that too.

 

I nudged her with my foot and commanded her to clean up the mess. And I went to the shower to clean my self.

 

I went to the kitchen I was starved but my mind started to replay what had just happened. I was no longer angry and could not explain my feelings. I felt more powerful then ever but also I felt some shame.

 

I had not heard my mom for at lease an hour. I know she was still up stairs, I heard her take a shower also. So I went looking to see what damage I had done. As I walked passed my room I could see she did clean up the shit, piss and cum on the floor. As I approached her room, I opened the door slowly and looked at her sitting on the end of the bed crying in to her hands. As I approached she looked up at me like a rabbit to a hunter. She was so weak and tried to talk. You hurt me I have never had any one do that in my butt or cum in my mouth. You are my son and you fucked me like an animal you raped me!

 

I slowly reached down, she started to pull away but I started to stroke her head and she responded by moving closer to me. Her sitting there and me standing over her hugging and caressing. I could feel my cock responding and at that moment she could too. She pulled way fast and landed further up the bed she was looking for a way to escape but all she could see was me undressing. She said in a low meek voice no son not this not me your mother.

 

She pushed and kicked at me as I slowly climb over her and pinned her down. She was not fighting as much as she had but she was not a willing lover either. There where only glassy eyes all of her tears where gone and she was parched from saying no son it’s wrong to fuck your mother! I held her and said mom this is going to happen the amount of pain you receive is up to you. All she could say was please don’t hurt me. With those words I know she was mine. I forced her to kiss me on the limps the way she kisses Dad when he comes home.

 

I released her and made her stand up. She was dressed in sweet pants and a pull over. I commanded her to remove her top so I could see her rack, she begrudgingly did so and once I seen those puppy I was rock hard. I then ordered her to drop the rest of the linen and again she complied. I told her kneel down in front of me and take down my underwear. As she knelt before me she said son this is wrong please stop I promise no one will know! I laughed hay mommy I am a minor if some one finds out your ass is going to jail and there you will get a real bad ass fucken. I had her and she knew it she could not stop it and she was scared of me.

 

As my underwear dropped I could feel my pre-cum dripping in the anticipation of filler her up. My words where were firm “Baby said please my meat” then with out warning she looked into my eyes for softness and said “Baby I have never given a blow job before? I could have chiseled granite with my cock at that point. I eased it in her mouth and she rapped her hands around my shaft. Slowly I tested her depth and only stopped when she started to gag on it. Then I placed my hands on her head and began face fucking her. She soon got the rethumb an soon her eyes where closed and she went to a different place. She was lost in the moment and started to enjoy her self when she realized she was having her first orgasm and it was with her son.  

 

She went limp and fell to the floor crying “ I was sucking my son’s cock OH GOD forgive me! I picked her up and cared her over to the bed and ever so gently laid her down. I knelt in front of her clit and softly stroked it soft outer walls, her hands move quickly to block me from her “Box of goodies” but as I massaged and said relax mom her hand stayed close but no longer blocking, I found her clit just inside waiting to be awaken and I leaned forward and begin to probe her inter most sanctum with my tongue. I could feel her body arch, and breathing slowdown. The sounds she made where no longer those of pain and fear, but pleasure and ecstasy.   Her legs opened more and the tips of her small fingers pulled my hair and head closer. She was moaning and shaking I know want was happening to her she was totally clueless as she had multiple orgasms. I felt so much the man at that moment that words can not describe. I started tasting her cum it gushed upon me. She yelled “Oh SON what are you doing to me, I can’t stop shaking” “my body is tingling” I am CUMMMING that was the last bit of resistance I had.

 

I stood up and wiped her juices from my lips with my tongue. She tasted sweet and I loved it. I looked down on her she had her eyes closed and her fingers where masturbating her in pleasure. I kisses her and this time she responded, I then moved her up the bed and laid beside her I started kissing her nick then her firm breast. Her nipples where hard   I let my hand join in the please of masturbating her. She was so hot and I had to have her right there. I moved in to position, her legs opened up wider to invited me in. moms hands moved up to my chest, I could feel her nails taking flesh as I entered the land of taboo. Deeper I probed looking for her spot and when I found it she jumped, and grabbed my ass to thruster her more. Her legs became a vise and she was shaking like no other lover I have ever been with. We rocked hard thrusting pleasing each other until I could no longer hold back I erupted like a volcano shooting my hot load of baby magic deep with in her. She came again as I did. We both held the moment not wanting it to pass we were now truly one mind body and soul. As the after glow she laid her head on my chest and kissed my nipple. I reciprocated with a hug and kiss to the top of her head.

 

Shortly there after I drifted off to sleep holding mother lover and feeling her corset her new cock.

 

When I awoke mom had placed a blanket over me and was gone. I could small something good coming from the kitchen down stares. I dressed in only a robe and went to the kitchen there on the table a plate of food mom had made for me. But she was not there instead she was in the living room crying and looking at old pictures. When I approached she stood up and wiped her eyes as if nothing was wrong. Her half hearted smile met mine and I said do you want to talk? With the door open she nodded yes. I embraced her and she was so gentle in my arms. I looked down and was met with a kiss not from my mom but from my lover. We sat down on the love seat and held hands. She would only occasionally look up in to my eyes.

 

She asked did you like fucking me son? Yes mom you are so beautiful, I am sorry I got mad and hurt you though. It is ok now. You should know some thing; I have never experienced the feeling I did with you! Your father has never been able to show me what true lover should feel. I have been very lonely so I thought about another child, then she did look at me and said I have been off birth control for three weeks and when you took me as a women I can tell you got the job done son! I hope our child will be a son just like his dad

 

Dad is pissed because of another mouth to feed, mom is more assertive at work and got her promotion, mom has come a long way since that day.   We had a daughter; I can hardly wait for her to reach puberty because daddy/bro has a surprise experience planned!  

<p class=MsoNormal>She was definitely not a native, the shivering was a clue to
that.  It was rather a mild day by their normal standards and the sun was
shining weakly through the clouds.  Sasha moved a little closer to get a better
look at the girl, but not so close as to alert her of his attention.  On closer
inspection her coat seemed like it was designed for form rather than function,
as were the boots.  Definitely an expensive Western designer of some sort. 
What was she doing here?</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne was shivering, partly due to the ridiculous cold
(even with her warmest coat on), and partly due to fear.  She couldn’t believe
her bad luck that a hoard of soldiers would turn up and start searching people
just when she had been about to leave.  She was pretty sure she didn’t have
anything to hide that they could find, but it didn’t matter; she’d heard
stories.  Thankfully, though, it seemed like the soldiers hadn’t noticed her
and she was going to be able to slip away unnoticed.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Or maybe not.  She gasped in fright as she noticed one of
the men walking straight towards her.  He wasn’t in uniform but he had arrived
with the soldiers, and something about the expression on his face told her that
it wasn’t a good thing that he seemed to be taking an interest in her.  Perhaps
it was the rifle strapped to his back that worried her, or the nasty looking
handgun that he was carrying pointed at the ground.  <i>Oh, god.</i></p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne tried not to look terrified as the man stalked
towards her, but it wasn’t so easy.  He certainly didn’t look very friendly. 
The words “hard as nails” and “evil incarnate” quickly sprang to mind, although
he wasn’t unattractive like most of the men around her.  He slowed to a halt
about 10 feet in front of her, motioned to her with his gun for her to come to
him.  She didn’t move.  He started speaking to her in his language, and her
heart started pounding wildly.  She was pretty sure he wanted her to go over to
him, but she couldn’t get her legs to work.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>He looked unamused.  He continued his advancement on her,
growled angrily as she started backing away, eyes darting about for any hope of
a means of escape.  No chance.  Suzanne yelped as he reached out and grabbed
her by the hair, his gun coming to rest at the bottom of her jaw, none too gently. 
She froze, her hands instinctively coming up to try to push him away but not
daring to touch him.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The man didn’t say anything for a while as he stood holding
his fistful of poker straight hair.  He seemed to be studying her face,
enjoying her look of panic as he pressed the muzzle of his gun into her
throat.  He was tall, a part of her brain noticed as he used the gun to tilt
her head back so that she had to look up into his eyes, and she didn’t dare
break his stare.  His eyes were dark brown, and he had a scar over the left eye
that left an almost fetching gap through his eyebrow.  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You’re not from this country,” he said softly, letting the
gun trail down to her collarbone.  “What are you doing here?”  Suzanne had
trouble understanding what he meant; a few short lessons and a quick glance through
a “Teach Yourself” book could only go so far, after all.  Thankfully, she did
remember how to say “I don’t understand.”  She’d used it a lot.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>She sounded like she’d learned what little of the language
she had from a Russian.  Suspicions confirmed, Sasha tightened his grip in the
girl’s hair and pulled her closer, let his thigh touch one of hers.  “American?”
he said in English, then shook his head at her silence.  “Not American, you
don’t talk enough.  English?”  She nodded almost imperceptibly.  “Why are you
here?” he asked, watching her reaction to his leg touching hers.  She flinched,
tried to pull away, but she was trapped between his gun and the hand in her
hair.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>His accent was pretty strong, but his English was a lot better
than her attempts at speaking a foreign language.  Suzanne could understand him
fine, but she didn’t think it best to tell him why she was here.  He was
holding her close on purpose, the intention was to be threatening and he was
certainly succeeding in that.  She gasped softly as he let the gun play against
the neckline of her coat, its barrel rubbing the top of one of her breasts for
a moment.  He smiled nastily, enjoying her fear.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The girl was terrified, that much was obvious.  Tough.  He
wanted answers from her regardless.  She whimpered in fear as he leaned down
and slid his mouth against her ear, the gun sliding down to rest against her
thigh.  “One of two things can happen from here,” he growled into her ear. 
“You answer my questions, or we play rough.  I’m happy either way, but you
won’t be.”  He turned so that his unshaven face rubbed against her smooth cheek
slowly, let himself smell her hair.  She smelled clean and feminine and utterly
unaccustomed to their rather harsh reality.  He smiled as she shuddered against
him in response to his touch.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The man repeated his earlier question, and Suzanne figured
she had to say something in response.  “I’m on holiday,” she said, which wasn’t
entirely untrue.  She just wasn’t supposed to be on holiday in a war-torn
wasteland.  He snorted at that.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Of course you are,” he replied sarcastically.  “Why would
anyone not want to come and visit hell on earth?”  He leaned back a little and
stared down at the shivering girl coldly.  “What is your name?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne didn’t answer.  She knew that it probably wasn’t the
best of ideas, but she was terrified that giving this man any information would
endanger the person that she had come to try and find.  He sighed in annoyance
at her refusal to answer his questions, then slid his gun away, concealed
somewhere behind his back.  “Do you have a passport?” he asked, sliding his
free hand over her hips in search of pockets.  <i>Shit!</i>  He didn’t find
anything, so he searched higher, grinning at her moan of despair as his hand
brushed the underside of her breasts.  He felt the outline of something
concealed in an inner pocket and slid his hands to the buttons of the coat,
unfastening them roughly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please don’t!” she whispered as his hand slid inside, but
he moved straight for the item within her coat pocket.  He smiled triumphantly
as he revealed her passport, and flicked through it slowly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You came from Italy?” he said, his eyebrow raising in
interest.  “If I were you, I would have stayed there.”  He flicked to the back page
where her personal information was held, checked that the photograph matched.  The
name read ‘Suzanne Kate McCullough.’  The cold was seeping in through her open
coat, and her shivering increased in intensity.  She gasped in horror as he
pocketed her passport, then started shoving her towards a small building, away
from the rest of the crowds.  He backed her against the wall, didn’t stop until
he was pressing into her from chest to thigh.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne moaned softly in fear as the man pushed himself
against her and pinned her to the wall.  She could feel solid muscle against
her chest and was mortified to feel her cold-hardened nipples jutting into him
through her clothes.  He was at least shielding her from the cold, but she
would have gladly stood there shivering her arse off rather than be at the
mercy of this man.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Last chance,” he growled, his hand sliding under her coat
and resting on her ribs.  “Tell me why you’re here, or we start getting very
friendly.”  To make certain that she understood the threat, he slid his palm
against one of her breasts and stroked for a moment.  The fabric of the
fingerless gloves he was wearing created a strange sensation, but his
fingertips felt warm against her freezing skin.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne’s breath caught in her throat as the man used his
palm to cup her breast and slid his thumb over her nipple.  She shuddered in
fear at the sensation and then whined in pain as he squeezed her nipple so hard
that it would have drawn blood had he used his teeth.  He eventually relented
and stroked over her throbbing nipple again gently, his eyes burning with clear
enjoyment at making her cry out in pain.  Suzanne felt a confusing rush of
sensation through her body at the look in her tormentor’s eyes and the pain
that he was causing, and her body squirmed against his against her will.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha smiled cruelly as the girl whimpered beneath him while
he stroked over her breast.  “Why do you care?” she asked, wanting to know what
had made her stand out for him against the rest of the crowd.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Because,” he growled softly, his hand sliding back down to
rest on her hip.  “Big bad soldier is standing here threatening to rape pretty
little English girl, and she still doesn’t want to say why she’s here.  Must be
important, don’t you think?”  Suzanne squeezed her eyes closed, trying to stem
the flow of tears that were threatening to fall.  “Either that,” he went on,
his voice low and gravelly.  “Or she <b>wants</b> to be fucked.  Is that it,
baby?”  He slid his hand to her arse and pulled her against him firmly.  “Do
you want to know what it feels like having a Serbian dick inside you?  Being
held down and fucked by a murderer?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne felt that same rush of sensation through her body as
the man pulled her even closer so that he was pressing his dick into her lower
belly.  She certainly couldn’t miss the fact that he was enjoying tormenting
her.  “Please no!” she whispered, one of the tears escaping and making a run
for it down her cheek.  “Why me?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha paused for a moment.  Why her?  “Because you look so…
innocent,” he whispered, stroking the wet line on her face where the tear had
fallen.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Are you going to ruin that?” she asked, her lip trembling. 
He laughed softly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Oh yes,” he confirmed, stroking his palm over her cheek, and
she closed her eyes in fear.  “Completely.  All you have to do is tell me why
you’re here.  Or we can fuck; it’s up to you.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“But you can’t!” Suzanne replied, here eyes wide in shock. 
“All these people – ”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Won’t see a thing,” he interrupted.  “War does that to
people.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“But…”  Suzanne whispered, struggling against her captor. 
She brought her hands up to his chest and shoved as hard as she could, groaned
“Let me go!”  He laughed softly at her attempts to get him off her, enjoying
the feel of her hands sliding over his chest.  “Please don’t do this!”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Big brown eyes stared up at him imploringly, wide with fear,
and Sasha smiled, a sadistic glint in his eye.  Now that he could see the girl
close up, he noticed the fine texture of her skin and her youthful appearance. 
Her face was fine-boned and she had a small, straight nose that balanced
perfectly with her beautiful doe-eyes.  He slid his mouth to her ear again, whispered
“Talk to me, baby,” then slid his mouth downwards and started to nuzzle and
suck her throat gently.  He felt his dick start to throb as the girl moaned
softly in response and she allowed her head to fall back in submission.  Her
hands stilled on his chest and her fingers curled slightly, her nails digging
into his clothing.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne lost awareness of her surroundings for a moment as
Sasha slid his mouth down over her throat.  Regardless of her fear, her body
was reacting to him and causing her skin to flush while a wave of warmth was
spreading from her neck down to her inner thighs.  She moaned softly as Sasha
slid a palm to her back inside her coat, moving down to grip one of her arse
cheeks firmly, and she came back to her senses with a jolt.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The girl started to struggle again, and so Sasha held still
against her, enjoying the feel of her wriggling beneath him.  He slid his mouth
back to her ear and whispered “I am going to bury my dick inside you and watch
you squirm for me, little girl.  And you’re going to scream for hours.”  She
whimpered in despair, turned a shade of red even darker than when he’d been
kissing her.  Sasha pulled her away from the wall and shoved her towards the
door of the building, propelling her inside roughly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The building consisted of one large room and only one door. 
A couple of tables were located haphazardly around the room, and Sasha shoved
his little captive towards the one furthest from the door.  He had been right
earlier; he could have happily screwed her against the wall outside and none of
the civilians would have seen a thing.  The other soldiers however would have
wanted their turn, and Sasha wasn’t one for sharing.  Not until he was done
with her, at least.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne wasn’t sure if she should be happy for the privacy
or scared shitless of what Sasha was going to do.  She watched him close the
door behind them and then lower his rifle and his handgun to one of the tables,
removing the ammunition and placing them down with a surprising amount of care
and attention.  Probably a lot more than she was going to receive.  He took off
his gloves and left them with the guns, sliding his jacket off his shoulders at
the same time to reveal a black t-shirt that seemed suddenly very good at
demonstrating his more than adequately muscled arms and chest.  He walked
towards her slowly, the brutal expression on his face causing Suzanne’s legs to
tremble.  She backed away as he advanced on her until her shoulders hit the
wall, and she was trapped.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha grabbed the girl by the coat, let her twist free so
that the garment fell away in his hand.  She made a run for it but she had no
chance of escaping him.  He caught her by the hair and threw her back against
the wall.  Tears of shock spilled over her cheeks at the sudden sharp pain in
her scalp, and Suzanne whimpered softly.  He tightened his grip in her hair and
lifted her onto her toes with one hand, forcing her to look at him.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You want to play games?” he growled, shoving her back
against the wall.  “We can do that.  But I’m warning you, baby.  I play rough.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Let me go, you bastard!” Suzanne screamed, bringing her
knee upwards in an attempt to hit him in the balls.  She almost succeeded, but
he twisted out of the way and she ended up hitting his leg instead.  She
brought up her hands and punched him in the face as hard as she could.  He
didn’t even flinch.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“My turn,” he whispered softly, flexing the muscles in his
shoulders for a moment to make sure that she knew what was coming.  He looked
her over quickly, taking in the small size of her build for her height, and
then punched her in the left cheek, making sure that he controlled the blow so
that he didn’t break any bones.  The girl yelped in pain; the blow had been bad
enough, but it also turned her head to the side and put pressure on the hair
that Sasha was still holding on to.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Had enough?” he asked softly, and Suzanne glowered at him
in between sobs.  He was impressed that she didn’t give up straight away.  He
hit her again, harder, and she screamed this time.  A drop of blood began to
trickle from her nose.  Sasha lowered the girl to her feet again and released
her hair, slid his hand to her chin instead.  “We can stop any time you’re
ready,” he whispered softly, but the look in his eyes said very clearly that he
didn’t want to stop.  He continued hitting her, until she had difficulty in
standing up and she eventually begged him to stop.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Want to tell me why you’re here yet baby?” Sasha asked, and
Suzanne looked away, silent.  “Then I can carry on hitting you or I can fuck
you.  Make up your mind.”  She still said nothing, and so he hit her again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please stop!” Suzanne whispered softly, her head lolling
forwards from the impact of his fist to her cheek.  Sasha pulled the girl’s
head level with his so that she looked him in the eye again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Had enough?” he said again, and she nodded miserably. 
“Then tell me why you’re here, or ask me to fuck you.”  Suzanne’s eyes widened. 
No.  There was no way that she was going to accept either option.  She
hesitated too long and was rewarded with another crack to her jaw.  She
couldn’t take any more, she was about to faint.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You know what you need to say, baby,” Sasha murmured, and
stroked a few strands of hair off her face.  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please…” Suzanne whispered, her face a vision of pain. 
“Please fuck me.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Those three words sent shivers down Sasha’s spine, but he
still wanted more.  He pulled her eyes in line with his again, took in her
bruised and bleeding face and her dark tear-filled eyes that displayed her fear
so beautifully.  He held her gaze as he whispered “say it again.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne whined in humiliation, her eyes pleading, but Sasha
would not relent.  She took a shaky breath and whispered the phrase again, felt
her body burn with shame as his eyes started to blaze with desire.  He pulled
her away from the wall, turned her around and shoved her against the edge of
the table, so suddenly that she lost her balance and fell onto it, prone.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha leaned over the girl and slid his hand over her cheek,
held her eyes level with his again.  Their faces were so close that their noses
rubbed together gently and she flinched uncomfortably.  “I don’t think you
meant that, baby,” he whispered softly, smiling cruelly as her eyes widened in
fear.  “Maybe we should just go back to what we were doing before?” he asked,
raising his arm and curling his fingers into a fist.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“No!” Suzanne whimpered softly, bringing her hands up in
front of her face.  “Please no!  I said what you wanted, please-”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“But you didn’t mean it,” he asked softly.  “Did you?”  He
flexed his shoulder and pulled his fist back, ready to hit her again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“I did!” Suzanne whispered, reaching out and grabbing
Sasha’s hand in an attempt to bring it back down.  He was amused by her
efforts, but kept his expression brutal as usual.  “Please don’t.  Please!”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha twisted his hand free from the girl’s considerably
weaker grip and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.  She arched
her back instinctively and writhed against him, until he used his free hand to
grab her throat and pin her down.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Do you think you’re in charge here, little bitch?” he
growled harshly, squeezing her throat sharply to warn her against trying to
move again.  “Do you think you can tell me what to do?”  Tears filled the
girl’s eyes and spilled out onto her face and Sasha felt his dick throb with
desire at her obvious terror.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“No!” she whimpered, her voice hoarse until he loosened his
grip on her throat a little.  “I just didn’t want you to… to hit me again. 
I-I… I’ll do what… I’ll do whatever you want, just please, please don’t hit me
again.”  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The girl was hysterical, and Sasha was loving it.  He could
think of almost nothing he would rather do than bask in this girl’s abject
terror of him.  Almost.  He was definitely looking forward to hearing her
scream as he sank his dick all the way inside her.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Anything, baby?” he repeated, taking his hand off her
throat so that he could stroke her face.  She nodded immediately.  “So you do
want me to fuck you?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>There was a split second pause, and then she replied.  “Yes.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Say it,” he growled, grabbing her chin so that her eyes
were held level with his.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please fuck me,” Suzanne whispered softly, her voice
wavering.  Sasha sneered.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Don’t believe you baby,” he whispered, letting go of her
wrists so that he could sink his fist into her hair, ready to pull.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please fuck me!” Suzanne repeated, trying to sound as
persuasive as possible.  “Please, please fuck me.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You want me inside you, baby?” he asked, and Suzanne nodded
immediately.  “Then tell me what you want me to do to you,” he growled.  She
whimpered softly, closed her eyes as a wave of heated humiliation came over
her.  Sasha yanked on her hair until she met his gaze again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne was almost hyperventilating with terror.  She knew
that she had to do what he wanted – say what he wanted – but she just couldn’t
bring herself to look into his eyes and beg him to rape her.  His eyes
darkened, she wasn’t sure if it was in anger or anticipation, but she felt his
grip tighten in her hair and his muscles tense.  <i>No.</i>  She couldn’t take
him hitting her again.  Surely even the humiliation of begging him would be
better than that?  Because if she didn’t do what he wanted – now – he was going
to kill her, and she knew it.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Oh, god,” Suzanne whispered softly as she squeezed her eyes
shut for a split second, gathering all the strength that she had left.  She
opened them again and stared straight into the beautifully hard eyes of her
fiercely violent attacker.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“I want to know how your hands feel on my skin,” she
whispered softly.  She noticed his eyes started to burn, but she didn’t dare
stop.  “I want to feel your mouth on me… your tongue stroking and your teeth
raking.  I want to feel your hands spreading me open and your fingers pushing
inside, feeling hot and wet and tight for you.  I want to feel you pushing my
legs over my head and spreading me open again for you.  I want to feel your
weight on me as you hold me down and slide so deep inside me that I can’t
breathe, and you screw me until you collapse on top of me.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha wasn’t sure where the girl managed to get the courage
to say her little speech, but he was impressed.  He slid his hand over the
girl’s mouth for a second, then slid her face to the side so that he could talk
directly into her ear.  His breathing was heavy with arousal and he let her
hear it for a moment.  She was also breathing quickly, her skin flushed with
embarrassment at what she had just said and the effect it had apparently had on
her attacker.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Mmm baby,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with arousal.  “Who’d
have thought you could talk dirty?  Now I really need to fuck you.”  Suddenly
Suzanne felt her skin flush even redder, the heat spreading all the way through
her body and causing her to begin to ache.  His voice was suddenly so sexy; the
brutal sound of his accent only helping him to appear even more masculine and
dominating.  He settled his weight onto her gently, allowing her to feel the
hardness of his erection press directly onto her clitoris, and she whimpered
softly, writhing against him.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Do you want me to bite you, baby?” he whispered.  “You want
to know how I make you feel when I’m holding you down and sliding my dick all
the way inside you?  Do you want me to fuck you hard, baby?”  He was grinding
against her very gently, and Suzanne moaned softly as he spoke, finally replied
with an “oh yes!”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You’re going to scream for me, baby,” he whispered softly,
then stood up again.  Suzanne suddenly shivered as the warmth of his body heat
left her and the coldness of the room advanced into her bones once again.  The
cold was like a slap to the face, and the strength that she had relied upon to
get her through the last few minutes deserted her completely.  Her earlier fear
crept back into her and she started to shake once again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha slid the girl’s skirt up her legs until it bunched at
her hips, and slid her pretty little white pants to the floor.  He slid his
palms against her inner thighs, parted her legs so that he could look at her
more closely.  Her legs were creamy-white and beautifully smooth all the way
from her ankles to her hips, and she whimpered softy as his callused fingers
slid over them slowly.  A girl who has enough time and not enough demons to
worry about keeping her legs shaved smooth, he thought to himself with a
smirk.  He crouched down between her legs so that he was at eye level with her
quivering pretty pink flesh, stroked his fingers through the short brown fur at
the top.  She jumped in fright, tried to close her legs but he still had one
palm against her right thigh.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne keened softly as Sasha slid his other hand back to
her thigh and parted her legs again, then leaned forward so that he could kiss
the top of her inner thigh gently.  He smiled and stood up again, slid his
hands to her sweater and untied the knot that held the wrap-over closed.  He slid
it out of the way and freed her breasts from her bra, the delicate pink nipples
already hard under his gaze.  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The girl was staring at his chest as Sasha went about baring
her body for him.  She had a nipped-in trim waist, but her breasts and hips
were rounded and full.  Her beautifully expressive eyes were filled with panic
at the thought of him touching her.  Her earlier bravado had left her, as he knew
that it would.  She was shaking, and not just from the cold.  He reached out
and cupped one of her breasts, feeling its weight as he bent down and caught a
delicate pink nipple in his mouth, sucked gently.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne shivered as she laid spread on the table in front of
her would be rapist, moaned softly in humiliation as he sucked on her breast. 
Her hands slid to his hair with the intention of pushing him away, but lay
still instead, cradling him against her. He lifted his head for a moment and
locked eyes with her, smiled cruelly as he saw the look of humiliation on her
face.  She snatched back her hands and dropped them to her sides in disgust.  He
continued to suck and slid one hand to her other breast, kneading and stroking
until he heard her moan once more.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha stood up again, leaned over the girl until his face
was only inches from hers.  “Do you like that, baby?” he asked softly, and
Suzanne sobbed softly in shame.  “Do you still want to feel me inside you?  Are
you getting wet, baby?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please don’t do this,” Suzanne whispered, tears dripping
down her face and onto the table beside her.  His eyes burned into hers,
beautiful in their brutality.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You asked me to do this, baby,” he reminded, and Suzanne
closed her eyes in disgust.  “Look at me,” he growled, slapped her lightly
until she obeyed.  “Are you getting wet?” he whispered again.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“No!” Suzanne replied, hoping to all hell that it was true. 
She was confused by the conflicting emotions that she was experiencing, had no
idea why she had been turned on by his voice and why she was reacting to his
touch when only minutes ago he had been beating the living shit out of her. 
Her skin was incredibly sensitive from the pain earlier, and his suddenly
gentle touch was having a definite effect.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“No?” Sasha repeated, one eyebrow raised in disbelief.  He
slid his palms down from her armpits to her waist, across her flared hips and
onto her thighs.  She squirmed slightly as he touched her, the friction causing
her breath to catch in her throat.  He slid his left hand back into her hair to
hold her head steady as he slid his right hand back in to the brown fur at the
top of her legs.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Oh no!” Suzanne moaned as she felt Sasha’s fingers slide
against the outer lips of her vagina gently.  She tried to close her legs, but
Sasha nudged them apart again with his knee.  He stared into her eyes as he
stroked gently, letting his middle finger dip inside her slightly to find her
rapidly becoming wet.  He slid his wet finger over to the girl’s clitoris
gently, stroked the moisture over it slowly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Oh yes,” Sasha replied, moving his thumb to her clitoris so
that he could dip his finger inside her again.  “Hot and wet and tight,” he
said, echoing her words from earlier and causing her to shudder in response.  He
circled her opening slowly as his thumb rocked over her clit, and Suzanne
arched against him, a moan of agonised pleasure escaping her.  He dipped his
finger in and out of her again, continuing his circling movement as he leaned
over and kissed her, his tongue entering her mouth and exploring quickly.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>The part of Suzanne’s brain that was still able to think was
shrinking rapidly.  Her body was switching between cold fear and aching heat relentlessly
and without warning, and she was totally unable to control it.  She groaned
against Sasha’s mouth and felt her body arching against him of its own accord
and she was unable to stop either action.  He slid two fingers back insider her
and pressed against her vagina in a hard circle until he found the bundle of
nerves inside her that made her whine with pleasure, and then stayed there.  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha came back up for air, his finger and thumb continuing
to stroke the girl.  She was dripping wet now, and whining incoherently.  He
grinning with satisfaction as he slid his tongue back to her breasts and sucked
gently, then raked his teeth over them slowly.  He continued downwards until
his torturing tongue found the girl’s clitoris, and started to lick gently.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne felt a confusing mixture of shame and fear come over
her, but she didn’t have time to register these feelings properly before her
body tensed and arched against Sasha in orgasm.  She continued to writhe
against him as he moved back up to lean over her and slide his tongue against
the sensitive skin on her throat.  His talented tongue clouded her senses again
before she was able to notice the fear creeping back into her body.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“You’re so fucking sexy, little girl,” Sasha growled into
Suzanne’s ear, and she whimpered in response.  He slid his hand to her arse and
pulled her against him firmly, let her feel how hard he was for her.  “I’m
going to fuck you now, baby, and if you let me come inside you, I’m not going
to let you go.”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne didn’t understand a word of what he was saying.  All
she knew was that her body was burning again and she needed him to make it
stop.  He slid her legs up over her head, hooked his left arm under her knee
and grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, stretching her open for
him.  She moaned in anticipation as he paused to move his pants out of the way,
then slid the head of his penis against her gently.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Look at me,” he whispered softly, sliding his other hand to
her face and raising her eyes to his.  She held his gaze and he slid his hand
down between them, slid his thumb over her clitoris and stroked gently.  </p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Oh please!” Suzanne whispered desperately, her body trying
to writhe against him despite the fact that Sasha had most of his weight
against her.  He smiled, leaned into her and whispered “tell me what you want,”
into her ear.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Please fuck me,” Suzanne whined, repeating her words from
before.  Her eyes begged and her body was still writhing; she was desperate. 
Sasha growled in arousal and his body reacted instinctively; he pushed inside
the girl hard and fast, until he was buried balls-deep inside his little
captive.  She screamed for him; a mixture of pleasure and pain that sent his
senses reeling in satisfaction.  He settled his weight over her and pulled her
wrists until she was stretched taut and totally at his mercy, and started to
move inside her hard.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>“Is this what you wanted, little girl?” Sasha growled into
the girl’s ear.  “Did you want to know how it feels to be held down and fucked
by the big bad soldier?  Did you want to be fucked hard, baby?”</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Suzanne was barely able to comprehend what Sasha was saying,
but she understood the tone of his voice.  “Oh yes,” she whispered softly, her
eyes rolling back in her head from the constant onslaught of sensation that he
was inflicting on her.  The way that he was holding her, his weight against her
and the feeling of him moving inside her so forcefully was causing her to feel
completely and utterly dominated.  And the most terrifying thing was how good it
felt.</p>

<p class=MsoNormal>Sasha continued to whisper into the girl’s ear as he moved
inside her, until she was whimpering so desperately that he couldn’t hold on
any longer.  He slid his thumb back to her clit and stroked firmly, let her
come one more time just before his own orgasm took over his body and he
collapsed on top of her, growling in pleasure.</p>		
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 She came up for air and took her top off. Seeing her tits float in the water turned me onm so much. She went back down to my cock and sucked me off until I couldnt hold it anymore. I squeezed her tits and came a full load into her mouth.

She came up again and smiled. She still had my load in her mouth. She gargled it then swallowed it all.

"Now your turn she said" She sat up in the pool edge and removed her bikini bottom. Her pussy as so pink and sexy I just could stop myself. I dived in licking her clit and fingering her. SHe moaned gracefully and kept telling me to go harder and not to stop.

"Ohhh....Yeh...right there don't stop, Oh my god.... yes....yes.... Oh I'm cumming" and with that she burst out her loadest moan and came on my face.

That was fantastic she said i want you more now then ever. I had got hard again so decided to fuck her hard. We fucked around 5 times that afternoon and at the end she said she would be back tommorrow for more. Wow i couldn't stop thinking about her for the rest of that night.