="font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt">In spite of common sense, the idea appealed, even to well trained minds and soon many well-educated and well-known men and women spoke out against this vice that was “destroying” the youth of their generation, but it wasn’t all that long before the medical and social practitioners of that era leaned they had created another problem.  Both males and females were understandably frightened away from self-exploration, let alone self-gratification, what-with graphic tales being espoused of the most bizarre complications, including, but not limited to blindness, imbecility, physical deformation, and even death.  Earnest young people, wanting to avoid the terrors of secret vice – as it was often referred to, participated in oddly erotic bondage having their hands and sex organs restrained in ways that would make most modern aficionado of BDSM pleased and proud.  It was unlikely these did a whole lot aside from making otherwise normal young people highly sexualized by creating an allure of the forbidden.  Even little children were restrained to prevent them from “polluting” themselves.  All this combined with human anatomy poised considerable problems because while human males have bodies designed to force ejaculation if no other release is found in the form of wet dreams, females however, have no such equal form of involuntary sexual release.

 

Thus sexually frustrated women of all ages, single and married began to present in doctor’s offices with all manner of semi-vague symptoms, none of which fit any specific diagnosis except profound sexual frustration combined with the generalized, but very real discomfort of the unrelieved engorgement do to naturally occurring arousal (the female version of blue balls).  This mix of symptoms was eventually classified as the symptoms of female hysteria and encompassed both the physical and emotional manifestations.  Women, especially wives, were not expected to be sexually responsive creatures and few men knew how to truly pleasure their partners, hence for many a married women the marital bed consisted of frequent intercourse and accompanying arousal and yet virtually no relief, not from their spouse or themselves.  Teenage girls faced the same problem with massive hormonally induced arousal and no approved avenue for release.

 

The solution was simple cheap and profitable for the doctors.  They would manually masturbate the women to orgasm or orgasms as the case may be, although they didn’t refer to their treatments in this manner.  Nevertheless when a female of any age underwent such therapy the doctor sent them on their way feeling much better and sure to return whenever they were in need of more treatments for their condition.  It wasn’t unusual in those days for some children and including young female hardly into their teens to be routinely masturbated.   It not only guaranteed satisfied patients, but the profits formed a significant percentage of doctor’s incomes.

 

The story that follows in fiction, but it is based upon fact.  The circumstances about a certain young woman are recorded only in fragmentary form, but the event happened and while this was written about as an extreme case, there must have been scores if not hundreds or even thousands of lesser cases of girls considered to be horrifyingly abnormal just because they dared express an interest in satisfying their God given sex drive.

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The year is 1889 in France and a 13 year-old named Josette Legard is being seen for hysteria and intractable masturbation in the office of Dr. Blundell.  It is her sixth visit in the last few months.  Dr. Blundell has tried most everything he could think of and yet nothing has worked from chastity belts to restraints.  The last visit he had used a metal probe, heated red hot to burn the girl’s clitoris causing her extreme agony at the time, but as soon as the burn had healed, she once more began to manifest symptoms of wantonness.  He’d decided to consult a college at the University Medical College a Dr. Jeher who recommended a most unusual experimental treatment.

 

Hence little Josette found herself removed from her mother’s side and escorted into the medical college and prepared for treatment.  She was stripped then placed in stirrups where her tiny new grown pubic hair was completely shaved, after which she was given numerous colonics, then exhausted she was led nude to a bed where she was tied spread-eagle and the nurses applied oil to her whole body teasing her sexually responsive areas to the point of climax repeatedly but leaving her tied, sexually frustrated and completely infuriated until she at last slept in her impotent rage.  Her writhing and arousal were considered evidence of her disorder.  The next morning before sunup she was awakened, untied, allowed to void and then escorted still completely nude throughout much of the hospital in front of men and women, staff and visitors until at last she was escorted into an operating theater with a large observation area in which were seated scores of doctors and researchers all assembled for her treatment and she was appalled as any young girl would be to be so terribly exposed – shaved and naked before all these men, but she knew not that the worst was still to come.

 

The theater had an exam table with the head raised and stirrups for pelvic exam in place.  However unlike a normal exam table this one had two glistening metal cylinders pointing up toward the head of the table at a 45-degree angle.  They were about 10 inches long and maybe measured 4 inches around, so there were not huge, but as any virgin would she saw with some insight what they might be used for and shuddered in fear.

 

She was surrounded by, white-coated men, who suddenly lifted her in the air and onto the table where she found her legs held far apart, her exposed sex facing the crowd and then a thick salve was swabbed over her vaginal opening and thickly over her tiny anal passage.  Josette, have realized her body was designed for a purpose and like most young people she’d nor been blind with animals mated, and she understood on some level that the man’s organ should enter her womanhood, but until this moment she’d never dreamed that something the size of those metal cylinders could be forced inside her tiny passage, but clearly they intended to do just that and as that thought became clear in her mind they moved her forward both metal object entering her un-aroused body the anal one forcing her passage wider than she’d ever been dilated while the vaginal probe found and painfully tore her hymen as she writhed in agony in the arms of her unexpected torturers.  There was no sounds in the huge room except for her screams as the men ignored her pain and terror forcing the probes all the way in laid her down on the bed as strong leather straps were cinched down to hold her in place. When all was set her screams had, at last, died down to moaning as her body adjusted to the violations.  Then one of the gathered doctors reached into a large basin of some type of liquid she’d not noticed before suspended over burner with a small blue flame.  Her body tensed as he reached toward her sex and suddenly she changed gears as his fingers smooth and light as silk covered her outer labia and shaved mound with delightfully hot oil. She involuntarily uttered a soft sound of pleasure.  He probed into the basin once more and this time his finger traced a path along each inner lip, coating, rubbing and then taking the tiny pink fold her rubbed up and down, gently tugging and pulling, the action exposing her tiny clitoris that even now was swelling and growing massively from a tiny node the size an small pea to it erect glory nearly ½ inch long.   Next his fingers traced the tissues were the probes disappeared in her at the opening of her womanhood and then along the tightly stretched anal passage. Josette could feel herself responding with eagerness.  She was ready to climax if only he would touch her where she really needed it, even the pain of the violation would not stop her climax.

 

He reached for the oil once more and the minute his hand touched her engorged organ she exploded into orgasm and for the first time the gathered assembly made some noise as oohs and aahs met her displayed sexuality, but she had little time to contemplate her complete and total exposure and humiliation because his attentions were still focused upon her clitoris. 

 

Josette was over the peak of her climax and as the waves of pleasure settled down the attention she was receiving on her displayed clitoris did not diminish becoming markedly uncomfortable.  She fought against her restraints begging them to stop, pleading with them, but her cries fell on deaf ears.  I can’t take this she thought suddenly aware she was wet, her chest covered in perspiration from the effort of her sexual stimulation and after about ten minutes she seemed to change gears and her organ of pleasure began responding with pleasure to the oiled fingers playing upon it and she built her orgasm rapidly. Until suddenly she found release once more.  And so it continued for the next two hours the time interval shortening until she could hardly determine the end of one climax and beginning of the next.

 

Then somehow her body shifted something internal and the contact seemed to fade away into the background as if her body knew she needed rest from the constant onslaught of sexual pleasures.  She relaxed for a minute, but those treating her were not pleased with her resting and they knew how her body responded better than she did.  Her eyes flew open her rest over as a pair of hands cupped her barely developing breasts.  Gentle, oiled fingers kneaded her ultra-sensitive nipples, forcing her to arch her back in pleasure and she once more entered a string of orgasms, her voice echoing in the chamber as her poor restrained body was strained by the pleasures they were determined to wring out of her. 

 

So it continued, though out the day and into the night, except for very brief breaks for fluids and to allow the girl to void before being once more forced painfully to accept the metal penetration and the non-stop assault upon her tender sex – now painfully inflamed and raw from friction in spite of the lubrication used.   Teams of doctors relieved each other regularly, but their was no relief for their poor tormented victim, suffering the torments of pleasure as her engorged organ simply refused to shut down and her climaxes seemed to become more intense and powerful, each one seeming to convulse her whole being, forcing screams of pleasure from her throat which gradually became more and more raspy and weak as her voice went still begging them to stop, begging them to show some mercy, but they were convicted that they were in the right and doing what was right for her, hence the excused themselves from humanity and continued in their own course.  

 

As time past the medical team learned to rely upon her body language because her voice was absolutely gone.  By down it was obvious that Josette was so exhausted that the experiential treatment could not be extended much longer before she lost consciousness, but they team decided to see her full capacity and as the day progressed the gallery filled once more and soon was standing room only until at last in early afternoon Josette fell mercifully into darkness and the test concluded.

 

As she lay unaware score of the medical staff came forward and see and touch – examine they would claim her large clitoris proving that they would allow her now rest even when unaware of their manipulations.  At last she was taken to be cleaned by the nursing staff and tucked in bed.  When she awakened the pain in her vulva was severe, most of the skin over her clitoris literally rubbed off in spite of the lubrication.

 

Meanwhile in his office Dr. Jeher writes to Dr. Blundell that only time will see if the over stimulation will bring about the long hoped for cure.  She had been amazingly capable of response and had achieved release more than 125 times in 30 hours or on average about once ever 15 minutes.  He concluded, “therefore I cannot be certain of any outcome.  I believed the child should be carefully observed.  Should there be significant recurrence, I suggest radical amputation of the female organ and any related tissue.”

 

 

Author’s note:  It is not surprising that this period is sometimes referred to as the Great Terror.

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neighborhood, ready to strike as I stood over the young girl crying at my feet.

I gazed down at her and was impressed with the amazing tight body.

The headlights of my car caught her in a shadowy embrace as her chest heaved, reveiling a dress of sheer material which had a hard time containing her large firm tits.

Just then I sensed a predator stalking in the shadows. I felt the power of him, and sensed he was the same drunk asshole who drove his flashing girlfriend past my truck earlier.

He was not human.

I swung to face the creature, and felt the old familiar vibe of a zombie.

"Aint you past your bedtime asshole?" I asked in perfect southern.

"Fuck you sorcerer, step aside." came the reply.

But he caught me in a horny state, and I always enjoy fucking with the simple minded zombies.

I met his gaze as I waved my hand over the hapless form of his young date.

She stirred, caught between my power and his.

Then she rose to her knees and brought her lips to my zipper, drawing it down with her teeth.

The zombie slashed at me but was driven back by my sheer power.

His fist met a brick wall of power even as his date submitted to the thrust of my cock in her mouth.

"Damn you sorcerer, I will avenge this affront to my power!"

Yeah, Yeah, I thought as I glided my engorged cock in and out of the lips of this young prize.

I smiled as I watched this young nubile girl bend to my will.

I smiled at the zombie, who was having a hard time dealing with my salt wall, enchanted ground which he knew he could never cross, as I cruelly pulled the young girl's hair, forcing my hard cock in and out.

To Be continued.

arbucks. She didn't
really fit in there anyway-- she hated having to keep her makeup to a minimum
in an effort to be just another corporate clone that slaved for the rich.



For a few minutes, the 22-year-old flipped distractedly through the channels,
searching for anything to occupy her mind. She needed to think of something
other than the heat.



Finally she jumped off the couch, licking her lips which were swollen from the
heat. She tore off her white tank top and her baggy black pants and threw them
in the corner, leaving only a lacy black D-sized bra, black boy-styled briefs,
and a cross-laden silver necklace in their stead.



"That's better," She sighed, throwing a quick and pitying glance over
at Samantha. The poor thing wouldn't be able to shed her clothes...



***



He was standing outside of her window, holding a hose and spraying the flowers.
His mouth opened in surprise as he watched Naminay dispose of her outfit, and
he felt himself blush just a little.



Barry was the landlord of the house and occupied the upstairs with his wife and
seven-year-old boy. This was not the first time he noticed his young tenant
through her window. And it definitely was not the first time he felt himself
getting hard because of her, either.



Barry was a handsome man, and a well-known one at that. He taught high school
sciences at the local comp, and being a small town, everyone knew who he was.



So the thoughts that he was having about the young lady in his basement could
not surface, not ever.



It was so irresistible, however, not to imagine the touch of Naminay. He longed
to touch her lengthy, dark brown hair. Since the moment he met the young
student, her large, green eyes would not leave his mind. Even with her dark,
gothic makeup, something he had never imagined he would enjoy, she was
beautiful.



He often fantasized about what it would be like. She enjoyed sex, she had to
have. No girl who wore that amount of dark eye liner was a virgin. He would
walk downstairs, and knock lightly on the door. She would open, and embrace him
with a kiss, and lead him to her pathetic little mattress in the corner while
tearing off his clothes...



Barry let out a little moan as he watched her walk back to her couch. The small
of her back was glistening with sweat and made way to a perfect little ass. She
was athletic, but not grossly so.



She sat down cross-legged on the cushion. He had seen her do this before. It
was just one of the many things that attracted him to her-- so youthful, so
ignorant. This time, however, she was not wearing any clothes.



He could see some wetness between her legs. More sweat. It should have been
unattractive, but it wasn't. He imagined her wet with other juices-- her own...
his...



He shook his head and turned away. What he was doing wasn't right, and it was
definitely grounds for some sort of harassment. His wife and son weren't home,
he could easily go jerk off in the bedroom and forget all about her.



For a few minutes, anyway.



Wait a second... his wife and son wasn't home.



That, in itself, was a rare occasion. The two, however, were staying overnight
at his wife's parents', two houses over.



How long had he peeked into Naminay's window, just waiting for the chance to
get down into her room? It wouldn't hurt to say hi, to check up on her. See how
things were going. Apologize for the lack of air conditioning, perhaps?



Not that he regretted that, he though, letting out a quiet chuckle.



Barry took a deep breath and made his way down the steps to Naminay's private
entrance. He swallowed, brushed his sandy hair out of his eyes, and knocked.



***



Naminay frowned in confusion. She didn't have many friends, so a knock at the
door was not what she was expecting.



"Just a sec!" She shouted at the door, looking at the clothes she had
thrown haphazardly on the floor. She hesitated, then ran to the closet,
choosing a silky black robe to put on instead.



She pulled her hair out of the collar of the robe and walked to the door. She
opened it, with the lock still on.



Her landlord stood on the other side, his face flushed from what she assumed
was the heat. "Oh hey," She said, unlatching the lock. "Come on
in."



He flashed her a grin, and stepped inside. "How are you?" Barry
asked, in a quiet voice.



"Pretty good," she smiled, wandering over to the fridge. "Want a
pop?"



"Sure."



Naminay grabbed another Diet Pepsi and watched out of the corner of her eye as
Barry sauntered a little further into the room. She had seen him around the
yard quite often, barbequing and whatnot. He was quite good-looking, she
decided.



She walked over to hand him the soda. " So what brings you down to my
dungeon?" She asked with a laugh.



Barry took the Pepsi from her hand and didn't say a word. He froze for a
moment, in lust, in confusion, and for some reason, anger.



"What's wrong?" Naminay asked, confused.



Suddenly, he threw the soda onto the couch and grabbed a hold of her wrist.
Naminay gasped, attempting to step backwards. Instead, he yanked her closer.



"What are you doing?!" Naminay exclaimed, in utter disbelief.



He grabbed her throat with his other hand, pulling her close to him. He kissed
her roughly on her swollen red lips, his eyes closing, relishing.



"Stop!" She squeaked when she got a breath. Her eyes were wide in
fear and bewilderment.



He had waited forever to see those eyes this close.



"No." He said, his grip on her wrist and throat not loosening.
Instead, he began to force her over to the mattress, causing her to trip and
stumble the whole way.



"What are you doing?" She cried again, her eyes welling up with
tears.



He didn't bother to reply. He didn't know himself. He had dreamed of doing this
before. Mostly to his wife, the cold-hearted bitch. He wanted to rape that
cunt.



He wanted to rape this one.



After nudging the cat out of the way with his toe, he threw her down on the
small mattress, landing on top of her. He grabbed both of her wrists and held
them above her head, pressing his pelvis into between her legs. He knew he was
being rough.



He didn't care.



"I'll scream..." She whispered, choking on her own voice.



"No you won't." He growled, adjusting his grip so that he held both
of her wrists with one hand.



"I'll tell..." She said, after some hesitation.



He couldn't help but grin. "No one will believe you. So shut up."



Barry pulled apart her robe and grabbed one of her perfectly-shaped breasts
with his hand. He squeezed it, hard. So hard that she squeaked in pain.



He kissed her roughly again, then moved his lips over her neck. He licked, and
then he bit.



Naminay cried out.



"Shut up..." He growled, warningly.



"Please..." She begged, openly crying now. "I'll give you
whatever you want..."



He paused what he was doing, and pulled up a little to look her in the eyes.



"This is what I fucking want."



He grabbed her bra at the middle and thrust it up, revealing her large tits.
Swiftly he bit down on one of her nipples, flicking it with his tongue. Smiling
at her cries.



He reached down and fingered her through her underwear, enjoying the wetness
that had long soaked through. He didn't have patience, though. He ripped them
off, and thrust two fingers into her pussy, hardly noticing the fact that she
was well trimmed.



"NO!" She exclaimed, but he bit down harder on her nipple, forcing
her to quiet.



He roughly jabbed his fingers in and out, in and out, acquiring lubrication. He
lifted his head up to see her face, her reaction.



Tears spilled over the corner of her eyes, and Naminay was biting her lip in pain
and restraint.



Barry shifted, sitting on her stomach. Awkwardly he undid his belt and his
zipper, lowering his jeans and underwear only enough to expose his penis and
his ass.



Naminay's eyes widened in horror. "Oh shit, please, please no..."



It was too late. Barry shifted his weight again, regaining control of her
now-flailing hands. He lowered himself and grabbed onto her upper thigh with a
hard grip.



"Please.... please..." Naminay begged, sobbing.



Barry frowned, returning his grip to her throat. Her hands, now free, grabbed
onto his forearms, weakly trying to move them.



They would not budge.



The older man pressed the head of his penis between the lips of her vagina.
Then, watching her carefully, the thrust in with one hard, quick stroke.



She screamed.



A huge rush flooded Barry's head, and he almost came right there. Instead he
swallowed and breathed hard, gaining control over himself.



He tightened his grip on her throat, so that her cries became chokes. She could
still breathe, he wasn't harming her. Just holding her.



Quieting her.



He began pumping in and out of her.



The squish of his penis thrusting into her wet pussy filled his ears with a
noise almost louder than the pulse of his brain. Her sniffles and sobs could
not be heard by him anymore. He closed his eyes, concentrating on prolonging
the experience.



"Fuck. I- like- fucking- you-" He grunted with each push. He opened
his eyes, watching her carefully. The terror on her face, the glassiness of her
beautiful green eyes. It made him want to fuck her harder, faster.



Her grip on his forearms were becoming weaker and weaker and she stared at him
helplessly. The sides of her face and her hair was soaking in tears and sweat.



Naminay's hot pussy squeezed the sides of his shaft, a reaction, an instinct,
an attempt to push him out of her body. She could feel his full ten inches
inside of her, bursting through a barely-used vagina. It hurt, more than the
first time she had ever had sex.



He grinned at her, in what seemed to be a sinister way. He grunted with every
thrust, his knees holding up his body and his hand holding her throat.



"You fucking like this, don't you." He growled. It was more of a
demand, than a question.



He pulled out of her, pausing for a moment, resting the swollen head of his
dick against her pussy lips.



He watched her, and felt guilty at the sense of hope that seemed to come over
her face. He smiled once more, however, and quickly pushed himself back in.



She cried out once more. Naminay closed her eyes, slowly giving up her
struggles.



This time, Barry lowered herself so that he lay flat on top of her. He
propelled himself in and out even faster than before, his bare ass raising and
lowering so quickly it almost blurred.



His jeans chaffed at the inside of her legs, but she tried to ignore it, tried
to ignore the feeling of his large dick inside of her.



Her nipples were swollen and perky, and he couldn't help but take the chance to
clamp down on one of them once more. She let out a small squeak, and quieted
down again.



He held her nipple with his front teeth, as he fucked her, in and out, fast.
His tongue flicked over her nipple a couple times, and then he sucked it.



He did this back and forth, several times.



It was then that he could feel himself begin to cum.



He got back on his knees again, slowing his pace, but making it harder.
"You -fucking-like it-" He grunted.



"You-fucking-slut-"



It was at this last moment he shut his eyes, coming with one last, loud grunt.
He felt himself shoot inside of her, and fucked her harder and harder as he
expelled his juice.



Naminay gasped, feeling herself fill up. A million thoughts came to her mind--
what if she got pregnant? What if he hurt her?



What if he was going to kill her?!



He thrust two more times, and then collapsed on top of her with a sigh. His
hand fell from her neck, and she lay there beneath him, frightened, confused.



After what seemed to be an eternity, he lifted his head up. Without looking at
her, he pulled out, and pushed himself up with his hands. He pulled up his
pants, and did up his belt and his zipper.



Barry headed for the door, throwing one last glance at the girl behind him.
There she lay, red and crying, completely slumped into the mattress as if with
no energy. The blankets, which had been bunched up with their movements, looked
as if to swallow her.



Her large green eyes stared at him in fear, in loathe. She was shaking and
sweating, but did not move.



"Don't you fucking tell," He said.



And with that, he was gone.

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t too she’s in the room next to me...moaning.

 

“oh shit “ jess said out loud. little pervert probably heard that moan i know he’s listening since he walked in on me getting off too mom and dad’s fucking She kept pinkie fingering herself(she could only use her pinkie with such a tight pussy) and tried hard to keep from moaning. Why does this turn me on so much. Huh? I know my parents had just stopped humping because the creaking stopped. Oh shit one of my parents coming down the hatch through there room in the attic to my brothers room, they do this sometimes to make sure were asleep. I knew they would check me right after too so i pulled the covers over my head, just as my hatch opened. I saw through my sheet that my dad was lowering his legs onto the dresser which i had to keep tidy because my dad used this allot. He hopped down and flicked on the light. Oh god my clothes are all off, he better not notice them on the floor. “Jess honey, wake up” my dad half whispered. I dragged the covers off my face and leaned up to talk but too much of the covers were hanging off the bed and without my hand firmly grasped on them they began to slide down i made a desperate grab for the covers and...Missed a moment later i lay naked in front of my dads staring eyes. He glanced down and saw my pussy he looked me up to see my breasts just as i lunged off to the left to grab my blankets and i fell of the bed my ass in the air for a second flashing my pink lips and clean asshole to my dad. I grasped at the quilt upon landing and threw myself up onto my bed i quickly covered my breast and vagina from my dad, but the damage was done. I saw a rush of excitement in my dad’s look but it quickly faded to disappointment.

I’d love to fuck her, she’s my daughter but she’s so hot. 16 years old with boobs as big and round as her plump ass. I should count myself lucky that I got the flash of her sweet young pussy. She looked at me then asked “what do you want dad?” oh uh your mother needs some moisturizer. What a bad excuse I could have thought of something better than that. “In the drawer behind you top left.” Oh thanks sweaty. “I turned around quickly grabbed the lotion and headed back up to the attic. I bet the kids can hear us up hear I thought.

I hope she keeps fingering herself when my dad goes back up so I can sneak through the closet and get a view of her she has no window so its pitch black but I have some cheap night visions. A few moments later the squeaking up stairs continued a little more vigorously i noticed. Right on queue another accidental loud moan from my sister i hope she gets to hot like she normally does and takes off all her covers. I got up and walked over to the closet swinging open the big vent that’s between my sisters closet and mine ( i know its there but she doesn’t her clothes cover it)swinging open the hatch i crept over into my sisters closet. Good her closet door is already open . i slowly walk up to the front of the closet and peak my head around. dang she’s still under the sheets. I noticed something, her covers are hanging off the side of her bed if I crawled over and pulled them off she would reach for them while finger banging . I got down and started crawling over I can’t believe I’m doing this. I reach up and second before my hand gets the covers she kicks up and they go flying. Omg she’s all naked and going wild with pleasure she’s bucking so hard and moaning she must know i could hear that even in the next room. Looking at her sweet 16 year old body i got my 9”er up almost right away. Her ass looked so nice i wanted to pop in it right now it would be easy there is so much pussy juice flowing from her pussy to her asshole could jump on her and fuck her ass (I’ve known since the first time i saw her pussy in a session not so long ago that her pussy was too tight for me). I think I’m going to do it i starting jerking myself right there beside her the squeaking from upstairs combined with her moaning covered the sound. She was so wet there was pussy juices in a tiny puddle on her sheets, within arm’s reach. I make a snap decision and reach over scooping up her drips, when satisfied i had enough i pulled my arm back. I rubbed the juices over my dick surprised how lubricating just this small amount was. I could squeeze my dick into her ass then fuck like mad then run through the closet; i would go to her room and say jess someone just ran out of my closet and out of the screen doors in my room. the jerking combined with the smell of my sister everywhere in the room made me crazy enough to try it i jumped over onto her bed she gasped a weird sound and took a deep breath to scream, I did the only thing i could think of i rammed almost all 9” into her mouth she gagged and i pulled a bit out i knew she couldn’t breath with that much in. I said in a deep voice” suck it Jessica!” she obeyed scared to point of shivering but she always had allot of spit in her mouth so she sucked.

 

Omg I can’t believe this is happening i thought just as the man took another deep thrust into my throat with his huge cock no guy I have given head to has had a cock this big. I was so scared how did he get in here. At first I thought it was Jake but then he spoke. The man started to pull out thank god my jaw was hurting. he said”Jessica if you scream there’s a man in the next room with a gun to your brothers sleeping head he’ll pull the trigger when he hears screams.”  Tears started to fill my eyes this was definately not Jake. I woke up a second later with slow realization that the pain from the man’s dick going in my pussy had knocked me out. He reached his finger down to my ass dragging my pussy juices down to my asshole. He stuck 1 finger in and turned it he kept that up for 30 seconds then started slowly going in and out next thing i know he had 4 fingers in and was going in and out while turning (her ass is nowhere as tight as her pussy) he did that for a minute warming it up for that big dick i was scared and the only reason i felt a little excited is because I love anal and I was finger banging just before he attacked. He pulled out his fingers i felt his cock tip touch my ass hover there for a moment then break through my pussy juice was like silk so his huge cock glided in and out of my ass. Suddenly he shoves the smallest of his fingers into my pussy going in and out I knew he was getting more lube but it felt amazing I kicked with pleasure. Suddenly it all stopped and I heard the man clear his throat Jessica he said in a much more familiar and younger sounding voice “its Jake I have to confess that it’s me because I want to be able to do this all the time with you and because I see you like it.” I was so shocked he was right i had a crush on him for years i answered him by pulling his cock out of my ass which took a while because its so long and was so deep in, then i did something Jake didn’t expect I popped his fresh annulled cock into my mouth and started bobbing back and forth suck hard and fast until I felt his dick get hot on my tongue and the back of my throat was drenched in hot sticky cum. I swelled it up greedily already sticking fingers into my ass the get ready for his dick again I popped it back into my ass and he started to go again right away. within minutes he said I’m going to cum I  quickly pulled my ass off of his throbbing dick and bent down ass towards the ceiling and took another hot sweet cum load into my throat.

again with our new son.  While he was gone, I stayed with his parents and constantly ached for a hard cock.  But luckily I was pregnant and didn’t feel so attractive so it was easy to remain faithful during that period. 

Soon after my husband returned from sea, we moved to South Carolina his new duty station and rented an apartment.  The apartment building wasn’t the nicest of neighborhoods but it had to do with the small amount of money he was earning.  His paycheck barely covered our car payment, apartment, food, and diapers so we found ourselves living paycheck to paycheck all the time.  Not long after we arrived in Charleston, my husband had to leave again to sea, leaving me alone in a strange new place with no family or friends to help me out if I had any trouble.

It was my first time living away from home on my own, learning to manage a household, raising a brand new baby and dealing with no sex on my own was very challenging.  The only person I knew was the building manager Carl, who lived above us.  My husband and Carl hit it off and he would invite him over almost every night to sit around drinking and talk sports.  So my husband asked Carl to check on me from time to time while he was out at sea to make sure I was ok which Carl was glad to do.

I managed things pretty well for the first two months while my husband was gone with Carl checking on me from time to time.  Carl would help me carry in my groceries and stop in to make small talk usually in the evenings always being very flirtatious and funny.   But in December, about a month before my husband returned I ran into some money trouble.  I had budgeted enough for bills and to go buy Christmas presents for everyone and send them back home to family.  I spent to much money on gifts by mistake, then my car broke down that required me to spend most of our remaining money for the month to get it fixed.  My rent was due and my misfortune left me about $300 short.

Carl stopped by to pick up the rent check that morning and I broke down crying telling all about my problem.  I told him I was afraid of disappointing my husband and worried that if he found out he would get very upset with me.  Carl told me that he would love to help me out but he couldn’t just let me skip a month of rent and he didn’t have $300 to hand out for nothing.  He told me if I was interested, that there was a possible way to earn that money.  I told him that I couldn’t work because daycare would cost too much and I have no one to watch my son.  He said the job did not require me to leave home but I probably couldn’t handle it.  I told him I am a very hard work and never quit, so give me a chance.  He proceeded to tell me that I could earn the money for rent by performing sexual favors for him.  I stood there in total shock with my mouth hanging open not believing what had just been said.  He told me to think on it, and he would check back with me that evening to get my answer or the rent.  Newly married for just a year did I really want to cheat on my husband and chance ruining my relationship?   Plus, I was very sexually naive having only been with two men in my life, and being a slut went against all the Catholic beliefs I was raised on.  Strangely enough, I found myself turned on by his proposal and began to wonder if I could actually go through with it. 

At 8 pm, I had just put my son down asleep in his crib when Carl returned looking for my answer.  He had a huge grin on his face and looked very pleased when I told him I would do it since I had no other choice and needed the money.  Not to mention, I was pretty horny for not having sex for over 2 months and wanted to get fucked pretty bad.

 Carl grabbed me by the hand and led me to my bedroom and told me to undress because he was dying to see my young hard body naked.  As I undressed out of my little tight shorts and t-shirt, he began undressing himself.  At 48, Carl was in pretty good shape but had a slight beer belly.  He was 6 foot tall, built like a football player, black, and standing next to me he dwarfed my tiny body.

He ravaged my body with his eyes, telling me to lie on the bed in different positions so he could get a good look at what he was paying to enjoy.  I pushed my 36C breast together showing him my hard nipples pulling on them one at a time.  Then I spread my legs showing him my freshly shaven pussy slowly running my fingers across my moistening lips.  Finally, he asked me to bend over doggie style, so he could see my sexy little ass.  It surprised me that he didn’t just jumped right on, attack me, and do his business, but actually enjoyed making me wait for him.  I was getting turned on more and more as he made me wait for him to touch me.

He was standing by the bed rubbing his hard cock through his boxers which I could see a distinctive bulge.  Then he told me to slide to the end of the bed and remove his boxers for him.  As I got to the end of the bed, he bent down and kissed me on the lips as my hands found his boxer and slid them down to the floor.  As we broke from kissing and he stood up, I saw the biggest and thickest cock I have ever seen in my life.  His cock was pointing straight out at me and had to be at least 10 to 12” long and thick as my wrist.  He didn’t have to say anything to me; I instinctively took his big cock in both hands and began stroking him mesmerized by its size.

He told me to put it in my mouth and suck his cock, so I tried my best to fit as much as I could but it was only the tip.  As I sucked his cock, he ran his hands all over my tits, ass, and stopping on my pussy driving me wildly insane.  His big fingers found their way to my clit rubbing it in slow small circles, then sliding one, then two, fingers deep inside my aching cunt.

He told me to slide back up on the bed so he could eat my sweet pussy.  Working his way kissing up my thighs and burying his face in my sopping wet pussy made me come like never before.  Once he had my pussy-dripping wet, he asked me if I was ready to take his big cock.  I said I hope so, but I am scared because I never had a cock bigger the 6”.  I told him to wait a second and got a condom from my husband’s nightstand and placed it on Carl’s cock.  The condom was super tight on his huge meat stick and barely went halfway down his shaft then I begged him to fuck me.

He slowly placed the head of his huge cock against my cunt lips, slowly rubbing it up and down on them.  Then he slowly slid his cock it into my wanting cunt letting me adjust to the huge girth.  As I adjusted to his size he slowly began driving his cock in and out of my aching pussy.  God, it was huge!!!  It hurt so good and I was cumming over and over again with every deep thrust, but he was still only getting half of it in me.  So, he told me to climb on top and see if it was more comfortable that way.  So, I slid down on his massive tool feeling it reach into my stomach.

I was riding his cock really hard as he sucked on my breast and slid his finger in my ass (never had that done before then) making me shake with the most intense orgasm ever.  He told me that his cock was ready to explode but he wanted me doggie style.  So he got behind me and really began to give it to me harder than I thought possible.  As I looked down at his huge tool going in and out of my pussy, I saw that the condom was lying on the bed and he was riding me bare back.  And before I could move he began grunting and pulling me back out his long cock filling my pussy full of his seaman.  He pulled his cock out and stared at my pussy as I lay on the bed trying to recover from the hard pounding I just received.  And told me that he hope my husband doesn’t get mad at him for ruining my pussy with his big cock.  While I was wondering how I am going to explain to my husband being pregnant with a black baby.

Carl came over several more times before my husband finally returned, so I can work off the rent payment.  He fucked me one more time leaving his cum deep in me just before I went to pickup my husband.  I felt like such a slut for fucking a guy while my husband was gone and even in his bed and he never knew he got sloppy seconds on his return home.  But sometimes sacrifices are needed to keep things running at home.