"It's great to see you, too, Sister," Teresa replied.  "I hope to visit with you this evening, if you can spare some time?"

"I'd like that," the nun replied.  "But I'm afraid I will be engaged with the new girls.  I have been assigned to mentor and guide them for the first couple of weeks."

Teresa was disappointed.  She had been eagerly looking forward to this first night back, and spending a few long hours in the bed of her sponcer and favorite nun.  She had been with Sister Naomi on many occasions the previous year and had learned so much about her body, as well as the nun's. 

"I do have a surprize for you, though," the nun smiled.  "I've talked with Father Lukas and he would like to see you this evening, after the meal, to discuss your noviceship."

Teresa was delighted.  "Oh, that's so wonderful!  Then I can start the year in the grays?"  She was eager to put on the gray and white outfit of a novice nun.  Her status among the other students would be hightened.  She would also have many more priveledges.

"I'm sure that's what he'll tell you, dear."  Sister Naomi gave her a second, warm hug before ushering her onto the bus with the others.  Once they had travelled the four miles up the winding trail high into the valley, they came to park in front of the main entrance.  "St. Sebastiens Monastary and Catholic School of Theological Studies" was carved onto a large stone proclaiming the facility's purpose.  The students had filed out and were being separated into two groups.  Sister Naomi took the six new students, including all four boys, aside to be taking to the reception hall for a short briefing on the facility and its rules.  The remaining ten girls, all former students returning to continue their studies, went with Sister Eunice directly to the student quarters.  All of them would be bunking in chambers of four girls each for their stay.

Teresa was roomed with three girls she knew.  Rachel and Anna were a year younger than her, and Rebekah was two.  All four of them were in the novice studies program, although Teresa was the farthest along.  Rachel was from Savanah, Georgia, with long, curly blonde hair and a full body.  She was curvy and a little plumper than Teresa remembered.  Her breasts had also filled out greatly since the spring.  Anna was from Lansing, Michigan, the daughter of an automobile industry executive.  She was quiet, though always aware of the conversations around her.  She had straight brown hair, was smallish for her age in build and height, and gave Teresa the impression of a fairy-tale harpy.  Rebekah was the talker of the bunch, never seeming to run out of stories to tell or opinions to express.  She was of average height and build for her age, with strawberry-blonde hair and bright blue eyes.  Of the four, Teresa was tallest, and had the biggest breasts at 36d.  If there was one thing Teresa noticed about a woman, or girl, it was their breasts.

After spending a couple hours catching up with each other, and putting things away in their small cubboards and dressers, the four girls went together to evening prayer, and then dinner.  After, Sister Claudia, one of the school's executive secretaries, came to retrieve Teresa.

Teresa was ushered in to Father Lukas' elaborate office, where the elder priest greeted her warmly.  Father Lukas had met with a few of the Order's sisters to gage the young woman's acceptance.  He had learned from Sister Naomi about the carnel desires the nun had awakened within the girl, and she felt that Teresa was ready and would accept him, as well as the teachings of the Order, with open arms, and thighs.  Father Lukas was eager to taste the freshness of young Teresa as he returned behind his desk and asked her to be seated.

"To know God fully, one must also know Satan, fully," he began.  "Only a select few throughout history have fully grasped each, and come to be able to use that which was learned, for the betterment of all.  I have taken on this role, as spiritual leader of the Order of Quirini-Zacaria, not because I know both sides of lust fully.  Heavens, no.  I am learning more every day, as I hope you will, should you desire to take this path, my child."

"Sister Naomi has told me much about what it is to be a sister of the Order, Father," Teresa said.

"I doubt you have but a minute idea of what you could learn, and experience, within the Order.  Sister Naomi is but a meer child herself within the Order, and she has been with us for five years!  It takes a lifetime of learning the sins of the flesh, the ecstacy of release, the passions of desire, to even scratch the surface of what can be unearthed within the very depths of your own lustful soul."  Father Lukas stood and moved to sit upon the short sofa that ran along the west wall.  "Come, my daughter, stand before me and show me yourself."

Teresa stood before him, under his gaze.  Embarassment began to warm her cheeks.  After a long, silent minute, he told her to turn her back to him, and once she had, silence once again filled the office.  After another minute, Father Lukas said, "The center of creation, of God's point of touch upon mankind, is also the center of sin.  The place within a woman's body where we are all given the spark of life by God, is also the place where Satan has the greatest influence upon mankind."

Teresa jumped, startled, as she felt Father Lukas' hands upon her backside.  He began to rub her assglobes, caressing them, through the fabric of her school-issued panties, beneath the dark blue skirt she wore.  She sighed as his fingers dug strongly into her flesh, his hands squeezing the cheeks of her ass strongly.  He continued this for many minutes, until finally he told her, "Turn around, my daughter, and kneel before me."

Teresa was shocked at the sight before her when she did.  She knelt before Father Lukas, and his long, strong, erect cock, which stood out of the front of his trousers.  She admired its girth, knowing it to be nearly twice the size of any of the boys' cocks she'd seen in the past.  The purple knob atop the shaft was pulsing, and a clear drop of liquid had leaked from the pee-hole.  She was mesmerized by the sight, just a couple feet away from her.

"To be the bride of God, as all women of the cloth are," he began, "she must be willing to give all that she is to Him, to His teachings, and to those within whom He has given the task of leading the flocks unto the promised paradise of heaven.  A man of God, a priest, and a woman of God, a novice, must consumate the wedding in the flesh, as the woman of God consumate's her soul unto Him."  Father Lukas then stood before her prostate form, his cock only a few inches from her bowed head.  "Arise," he commanded, and she did.

Father Lukas then began uttering a prayer, barely audible to Teresa, and began to disrobe her.  As the long prayer ended, she stood before him totally naked.  Her brown nipples stuck proudly up from her rapidly rising and falling breasts as she awaited what was to come next. 

He silently lay her out upon the sofa on her back.  "The rod of creation is embedded within the male cock," he explained as he began to remove his trousers.  "To love God's gift of creation, a gift mankind alone has the power to consumate, you must love a man's cock."  He moved closer to her, aiming his hardened manhood towards her face.  "Will you, daughter Teresa, accept my cock with all the love you have for God, as if it were God's own phallis?"

"Yes, Father," she murmered softly with a nod of her head, although her eyes were now locked onto the purple knob, wavering just inches from her.  "I will accept your cock as I would accept God's."

"Kiss the cockhead of your Lord," he commanded.  Teresa did, feeling the soft sponginess on her lips.  And then again.  And then, as she started to kiss it for a third time, Father Lukas humped his hips forward and pushed a full three inches of cock into her startled mouth.  He held his cock there, forcing her head back.  She gulped and hummed as she began tonguing his cock.  He found her ample breasts with his hands and began to fondle and squeeze them.  He pulled at her hardening nipples to feel the weight of her tits hanging from his fingers.  Teresa groaned around his cock, sending waves of pleasure through him.

"That's it, my child.  Sing unto the praises of the sinful flesh!  Sing upon my cock as though you were singing to the Lord."  Teresa moaned and hummed as his cock slipped along her tongue, back and forth with the motions of his hips.

After a few minutes, Father Lukas then moved to sit upon the sofa and had Teresa kneel before him once again.  This time, she was instructed to worship his cock as though saying prayer, to moan the Prayer of the Rosary as she bobbed her mouth up and down the full length of his manhood.  She did as best as she could, but could only manage to take about half of his cock into her mouth before the touch of it at the back of her throat caused her to gag.  He knew she would in time learn to accept him fully into her throat, as so many before her had.

Next, Father Lukas positioned Teresa on her hands and knees on the sofa and began to show her how a man of God speaks his own love for the center of creation.  He licked at her warm pussy folds, from anus to clitorus, up and down her ass crack, across her tightly puckered anus, and finally into her viginal vaginal slot.  It took him some time to begin to draw juices from her tight hole, but once Teresa's cream began to flow, her cries of desire filled the office, and drove Father Lukas on.

He licked and sucked at the teen-ager's pussy until she was writhing about, moaning in lustful pleasure.  He had to hold on tight to her hips in order to continue orally pleasing her.  Finally, with a gut-deep groan, Teresa's body convulsed into a series of spasms.  Her orgasm had exploded through her as never before.  Even with Sister Naomi, she had never felt such a strong release.

Father Lukas released her hips and she collapsed onto the sofa.  He gently rolled her onto her back and spread her thighs.  The dark hairs of her pubic mound were matted with saliva and girl-cream.  Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath after the intense orgasm he'd given her.

"Open yourself to me," he said gently.  She knew instinctively what he meant and spread her legs wide, exposing herself fully to his gaze.  Her pussy lips were bright red and pulsing gently within the tangle of her pubic hairs.  His need for her was overwhelming.

He positioned himself between her open thighs, his cock in hand and aimed at the center of her soul.  He began to recite a series of prayers that she would learn were from the Order's sacred teachings.  She barely heard a word of any of it as he leaned closer and touched the head of his cock to the entrance of her vagina.  Her senses seemed to spin within her head as his cock began to slowly open her up.

Father Lukas felt the resistance of her hyman, just as he should, at he spoke the words, "...and within the womb of Woman, God and Satan become one!"  With that, he thrust his hips downward, ramming his cock through her hyman in a single, powerful, flesh-tearing stroke. 

"Aaaahhhh!" Teresa cried out beneath his assault.  Her body exploded in agony as his cock plunged deep into her.  Her eyes flooded with tears as the pain of his entrance overwhelmed her.  She tried to push him off of her, to crawl out from beneath him, to force his cock from her body, but all was to no availe.  Father Lukas was now fully within her, pinning her down beneath his weight, as he recited a strong, powerful prayer in Latin.

"Uunng, oohh sshhhhhhh!" she groaned beneath him.  He body trembled.  She could feel a warm stickiness dribbling down her ass crack and she knew it was her own blood.  She cried out again, "Aaaooowww!" as his hips began to showly rise to pull the impaler from her.  Just as she began to feel the relief of his removal, Father Lukas again thrust deep into her with his cock.

"Oooohhhh!" she grunted again, and again, as he began to slowly ride his long, thick manhood in and out of her torn and tortured body.  And as suddenly as the pain had hit her, it began to receed.  Another three slow pistoning thrusts of hic cock into her and Teresa began to feel the first tingles of pleasure ignite within her lions.  She was being fucked by a man who loved her, who cared for her, and who wanted her to become closer to God than she could ever get on her own.

Within minutes, Teresa was welcoming Father Lukas' trusts with her own rising hips.  He began to fuck her with ever stronger thrusts until he was driving hard and deep into her body, and she was begging for more.  "Uuunnnggg, yes, Father!  Ooohh, yes!  Yes!  More!  I want to learn moooore!"

Teresa's body spasmed as her first cock-induced orgasm flooded from her cunt.  Juices spewed with every thrust of Father Lukas' cock from her body.  The scent of her sex filled the office and drove both on.  His heavy balls slapped across her gooy anus rhythmically, and loudly with every thrust into her shaking body.

Teresa was feeling the pleasures of lust and sin flow through her soul, from deep with in her mind where animal instinct was buried, to expel out through the folds of her labia in a creamy gush of pleasures she could never describe to any who had never experienced them.  She knew, even as the waves of orgasm washed over her, that Father Lukas, and the Order, were indeed the only path to understanding her own desires, her own lusts, her own flesh.

Father Lukas saw the emotions Teresa felt within her eyes.  He knew she was his, to do with as he pleased.  Teresa was now and forever one of his flock of obedient sex-sheep.  The heat of his lions grew ever higher as he pounded the young woman's pussy relentlessly.  He knew it was time for his own release.

Quickly, Father Lukas dismounted from Teresa.  She groaned as his cock left her agape and leaking.  Her pussy tingled from his assault.  "You must now consume the seed of creation," he explained.  "Open your mouth, my child, and take upon your tongue the seed of life, the semen of God!"

Teresa opened her mouth wide and Father Lukas placed the pulsing head ontp her tongue, even as the first jet of hot, thick cum erupted.  "Aaauugghh!  Yes, oh yes!"  Her mouth was quickly filled to overflowing as his cum shot out.  She tasted the thick, salty flavor of his cum and gagged as it began to trickle down her throat.  She had no choice but to swallow, and the warmth that she felt as the mouthful of cum slid down her throat added to the heat of her lust.  She wrapped her lips tightly around his cockhead and sucked his cum as a leetch would suck blood.  The taste and texture of his load on her tongue was addictive, and Teresa knew she would never get enough cum, no matter how many cocks she would suck for the rest of her life.

Father Lukas could sense Teresa's craving as it built within the girl's soul.  He had seen it within many of the young nuns of the Order that he had personnal initiated.  He was never as pleased as he was the first time his seed was swallowed by a young novice.  It was what he knew God had placed him on the Earth to do.

When Teresa had dressed and left for her quarters, nearly two hours had passed.  Her body ached, her pussy lips were swollen, and she leaked blood, cum, and her own juices down the insides of her thighs as Sister Claudia escorted her to the showers, and then on to her chambers.  The other girls were already asleep when she climbed into her bunk.  She had been told not to talk of her meeting with Father Lukas to any who were not of the Order by Sister Claudia, who then kissed her warmly in Sisterly welcome before closing the door behind her as she left.

            He let his eyes slide closed and fell easily back into a slumber. She stared down at him, his face relaxed in sleep. God, he’s so beautiful, she thought as she let her fingertips run lightly down his bare arm. Why does he have to be such an ass, she wondered.

            “God, Val, you’re going soft,” she whispered to herself as she rose from the bed. With one last glance back she left the room. As she passed through the bathroom she realized she really was being lax with him. He hasn’t called me mistress in days, she realized.

            “Well, that’s going to change,” she stated firmly, locking the door and resetting the alarm when she left.

            She padded silently down the long hallway to her own suite to shower and change.

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            Conner awoke with a start. He sat up and stared around the empty room wondering what had awakened him. Finally, he picked out the soft sound of running water from the next room. Apparently, someone was filling the tub. He laid back and closed his eyes, wondering when this nightmare would end. His hands went once more to the collar around his neck and he fingered it slowly, trying to find a way to get it off. After several minutes he gave up again. He couldn’t even find a seam in the damn thing.

            The bedroom door opened and Cree stepped into the room. He stared silently at Conner for several seconds before finally motioning to him.

            “Come, you need to bathe.”

            Conner slowly climbed from the bed and padded across the room. Cree followed him at a discreet distance. The tub was filled with hot water as Conner had surmised. He climbed down the steps and sat on the bench, letting the hot water soak into his bruised skin. Finally, he began to wash. Cree busied himself with tidying the room as Conner washed the evidence of the night’s events from his body. When he was finished he climbed from the tub and toweled off. Cree fastened a leash to his collar and led him back to the small cell he’d been confined in the day before. Once here, Cree removed his leash and turned to leave.

            “Wait,” Conner called to him.

            Cree turned to look at him with curiosity.

            “How – how long am I going to be here?”

            “Until the Mistress wants you,” Cree answered and disappeared through the door.

            Conner stared around at his surroundings in frustration and started to pace. Finally, he settled on the mat and leaned into the corner. What seemed like hours later, Cree appeared again with a tray of sandwiches and a glass of soda water. He set them on the floor next to the mat and left again. Conner stared at the offering for several minutes before he finally reached out and took one of the sandwiches and started to eat. He picked at the sandwiches as he ate and slowly sipped at the soda water. When he finished his meal he put the empty glass on the tray and pushed it aside.

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            Valerie watched Conner in his small cell, staring at him intently. She studied his profile as he silently ate his meal then leaned back into the corner when he had finished. He made her wet just watching him, knowing she owned him, he belonged to her. She knew she had to come up with a fitting punishment for his behavior, she just hadn’t thought of anything yet. One thing she had decided, no matter how hard it would be, he had to spend the night alone. Even though she wanted him in her more than anything, she knew she was spoiling him and that had to stop. She would spend the evening alone – and so would he.

            His punishment would begin tomorrow, she finally decided. It would have to be something degrading, humiliating for him, something to hurt that fucking ego of his. Damn, she suddenly remembered, Sarah and Joy were supposed to come for afternoon tea tomorrow.

            “That’s perfect though,” she mumbled to herself. They can see him, see him being punished, she thought. “What’s something men always want to do to women?” she wondered aloud as she prowled around the room, staring at the monitor, watching him. “Crotch ropes,” she answered herself. “Well, pet, I’ll devise my version for you.” She smiled wickedly at the monitor.

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            Conner had no idea how long he had sat alone in the tiny room. He got up and started to pace again when the door opened. Turning, he saw Cree enter with another tray. This one held a bowl of soup, a small steak – already cut – and a glass of white wine. Cree set the tray down and retrieved the empty tray then left the room again without saying a word. Conner stared at the new tray for a moment before sitting down on the mat and helping himself to the meal. Once again, when he finished he pushed the tray aside and leaned into the corner, staring around the small room. Several minutes after Conner had finished his meal Cree retrieved the tray and started out of the room.

            “What’s going on?” Conner asked.

            “What do you mean?” Cree replied.

            “How much longer am I going to be here?”

            “This is your room. You’ll stay here until the Mistress sends for you.” Cree turned and left the room without another word.

            “Damn it!” Conner slammed his fists into the mat. “What the hell am I supposed to do in here all fucking day?”

            He got to his feet and started to pace. Every so often he would pause to smack his fisted hand against a wall or the door. Finally, his anger and frustration spent, he collapsed onto the mat and laid down.

            Valerie watched his antics with amusement. She was concerned he might hurt himself when he slammed his fists into the wall but he didn’t seem to notice any pain so she let him go. When he finally settled on the mat she smiled to herself. She reached out to gently caress his face on the monitor.

            “Just wait until tomorrow, pet,” she whispered.

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            Conner sat staring at the door, waiting for it to open. When Cree finally arrived Conner jumped to his feet and started forward.

            “Stay back,” Cree warned.

            “I want out of here,” Conner growled at him.

            “Too bad. Now sit down.”

            Conner stared at him malevolently until he produced a remote from his pants pocket. He held it up for Conner to see then smiled evilly.

            “Sit down,” he ordered.

            Conner hesitated then slowly backed away and sat down on the mat. Cree grinned at him.

            “Good boy,” he teased.

            Cree set the tray he carried on the floor and slid it across to Conner then left the room. The tray held bacon and eggs with a large glass of juice. He stared down at it in disgust and shoved it away.

            Valerie watched the exchange with interest. She frowned when she saw him push the tray away and refuse to eat. After several hours he still hadn’t touched the food so she went to his room herself. It was time to remind him of his station.

            Conner looked sideways at the door without moving his head. He was surprised to see her instead of the hulking keeper who’d been taunting him. Still he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of knowing he was glad it was her instead of Cree.

            “You know you’ve misbehaved too much lately. You ignore my rules, you refuse to eat and you’re rude to Cree. This has to stop.”

            “I’m not your fucking slave!” He got to his feet as he shouted at her angrily.

            She stepped away from the door, her hands behind her back, her emerald suite clinging to her body seductively.

            “Yes, you are. I bought and paid for you. You are my property now! I own you!” She stared up at him in defiance as he towered over her. “On your knees, now.”

            “Fuck you!”

            He immediately felt the sharp needles of pain around his neck, arcing through his body. His hands went to his collar as he sank to his knees, gasping for air. He clawed at the collar, trying desperately to pull the thing off, to stop the pain. He bent over at the waist, his head touching the floor. A low moan finally escaped from his throat and the pain disappeared. He panted, gasping for air. Slowly, he sat back on his heels and stared at her with eyes full of hate.

            “You belong to me. You will obey me, pet. I’ve been far too lax with you. You’ve been ignoring my rules and it stops today. You will be punished today for your bad behavior over the last few days. If you learn your lesson well you will only be punished today. If, however, you are slow to learn, you will be punished again tomorrow and the next day and the next, for however long it takes. Do you understand?”

            He stared up at her, refusing to answer. She pressed the remote again and pain tore through him. He grabbed at the collar and stared up at her. Sweat beaded across his body. Finally, she released the remote and his hands fell away from the collar.

            “Do you understand?” she asked again.

            “Yes,” he hissed.

            “Yes, what?” she demanded.

            “Yes, Mistress,” he ground out.

            “That’s better.”

            The door opened and Cree stepped into the room. She handed the remote to him as he passed something to her then she walked around Conner. Leaning over him, she pulled Conner’s hands behind his back and quickly tied his wrists together. She smacked him hard on the ass.

            “Sit up,” she demanded.

            He sat up, moving off his legs. She kicked his knees further apart and ran the rope she used to tie his wrists together between his legs.

            “Don’t move,” she warned him then walked around him to stand in front of him. She slowly knelt down and grasped the rope then used it to tie around his balls and cock, separating them. He fought back a groan as she tightened the rope around him, pulling it hard through his ass crack. When she was finished with the rope she turned back to Cree. He handed her a black zippered full-face mask. She pulled it over Conner’s head and zipped it into place. There were eye holes and holes for his nose so he could breath but the hole where his mouth should be was zipped closed. “You will spend the day with me while I work and receive guests. You will remain on your knees throughout the day.” She held up the long end of the rope tied around his cock and balls. “This is your leash for the day.” She gave it a gentle tug, drawing a grunt from him. “Do you understand?”

            He mumbled a reply that was barely audible through the mask. She smiled down at him and patted his head.

            “Good boy, pet.” She turned from him and started out of the room when Cree opened the door for her. He had no choice but to follow since she still had a firm grip on the rope that was now attached to his prick.

Moving forward as quickly as he could on his knees he followed her from the room. He watched her hips sway as she walked ahead of him down the long hall to the elevator. While they rode down three flights in the elevator she played idly with his nipples. When it stopped and the doors slid open she stepped out, tugging on his leash. She led him to an exquisitely decorated office where she planted herself behind a large oak desk. He was relieved when she sat down realizing that meant rest for him. She worked quietly at her computer for several hours then finally turned to stare at him. Her right hand reached out to tweak his nipples.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about piercing these,” she murmured as she pinched his nipples.

He looked up at her with horror in his eyes, trying to lean away from her touch.

“Would you prefer I pierce something else?” she asked, her hand snaking down his body to grasp his cock.

His head shook savagely from side to side while he mumbled wildly behind the mask. She stared down at him in silence for a moment then laughed gaily, drawing her hand back up his body, raking her fingernails over his skin lightly.

“You’re such a baby, pet.” She glanced at her watch then turned her attention back to him. “It’s almost time for my visitors to arrive. We’re having company for tea.”

He moaned through the mask. She ignored him as she got to her feet and tugged on his leash, leading him toward the door.

“Come along, pet.”

She led him down a short hallway to a luxuriously furnished sitting room. Crossing the room, she chose to sit in a tall, high-backed arm chair. He sat back on his heels and waited, wondering what would happen next, remembering the last time she had guests. When the doorbell chimed he jerked noticeably, drawing a light chuckle from her.

“You really need to calm down, pet,” she commented lightly, locking his leash around the arm of the chair.

Cree entered the room with a striking blonde woman on his heels. Val rose from her seat and met the woman halfway across the room. The two hugged warmly for a moment.

“What on earth do you have?” the blonde asked as they separated. She stared intently at Conner’s bound form.

“He’s my new pet,” Val replied. “What do you think?”

“I think I want one.” She stalked around him, letting her hands slide over his shoulders to squeeze his muscular arms. “He’s gorgeous. Why’s he leashed like that?”

“He refuses to obey my rules so he’s being punished.”

“Oh, God, Val!” she cried when she knelt in front of him and reached for his cock. “He’s built in every way.”

“Stop! You’ll make him worse than he already is.”

They laughed as the blonde got to her feet and they both turned toward the door where Cree showed a brunette into the room.

“Sorry I’m late – what on earth?” She gave each woman a quick hug and headed straight for Conner.

“He’s my new pet. He refuses to behave so he’s being punished.”

“Where can I get one?” she cried, staring lewdly at Conner’s exposed body.

“Sorry, you’ll have to find your own, Sarah. Let’s have tea, shall we, ladies?”

Cree brought in a cart with a teapot and cups with several small cakes and cookies. Conner stared at the women with a mixture of hatred and hunger as he watched them enjoy the food and one another’s company. When they finished Val suddenly seemed to notice him again.

“Pet, would you like to join us?” she asked sweetly.

He stared silently at her. She rose from her seat on the settee across the room and strode forward, toward him. Reaching out, she freed his leash from the chair arm and led him across the room. She positioned him in the center of their little circle and fastened his leash around the arm of another chair.

“He really is built, Val,” Sarah commented.

“He’s certainly easy on the eyes,” the blonde commented.

“Thank you, Joy,” Val replied. “I’ve been thinking about having his nipples pierced. What do you ladies think?”

“Oh, no, Val, don’t ruin him,” Sarah cried, reaching out to run her hands over his chest.

“Piercings might be fun,” Joy commented slowly. “But I think you should leave him like he is. He doesn’t need anything to make him look better. He’s gorgeous just as he is.”

The three women stared openly at Conner’s nude and bound form.

“I don’t know,” Val said slowly. “Maybe…”

“Can we feed him?” Joy asked.

Val eyed Conner suspiciously. Slowly, she pulled a remote from her pocket and laid it on the table where he could see it.

“Will you behave yourself, pet?”

He stared at the remote and slowly shook his head up and down. She reached out to pat his ass.

“Good boy,” she commented before opening the zipper locking the mask closed over his mouth. Once it was open she leaned down and pressed her lips against his, snaking her tongue inside his mouth. When she finally pulled away, they were both a bit breathless.

“Goodness, he excites easily doesn’t he?” Joy asked.

They all looked down to see his prick stiffening. Val took one of the cookies from the tray and offered it to him. He obediently opened his mouth and she gingerly fed it to him. Sarah followed Val’s actions and carefully fed him another cookie.

“God, he has beautiful eyes,” she commented as he chewed the cookie she had given him.

Joy offered him another cookie and, although he really didn’t want it, he accepted it and chewed it slowly. Val filled a cup half full and stared into his eyes as he ate.

“Do you like sugar with your tea, pet?”

“No, Mistress,” he whispered.

She smiled at him. “What about cream?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Very well,” she replied and raised the cup to his lips. She carefully tilted it up so he could sip from it.  When he moved his head slightly to indicate he was finished with the tea she moved the cup back to the table.

Her visitors fed him a few more cookies then said their goodbyes and made their exits. She saw him studying her as she walked back to him across the room. Sitting down on the settee again she stared at him in silence for a moment. She reached out to run her right hand over his chest when she finally spoke.

“You did very well, pet. I’m proud of you.”

He remained silent, staring at her malevolently. She smiled down at him.

“You hate me right now, don’t you?”

“Hate is a strong word, Mistress.”

She laughed brightly as she removed the hood covering his head and face then tossed it aside. “You can say it, pet. I give you free reign to answer my question. You hate me right now, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Because I hate you and what you did to my husband,” she spat out. “You deserve this treatment, Conner and you know it.”

“I may have ordered people killed but I never humiliated anyone.”

“But you caused incalculable grief and pain.”

He sighed heavily, staring up at her. “I’m sorry, Valerie, I never –”

The words were knocked from his mouth when the back of her hand connected with his temple almost knocking him over. He stumbled on his knees until he caught himself and managed to steady himself without falling. He glared at her, his head throbbing.

“Don’t you ever use my name, you bastard!”

She left her seat and strode from the room without looking back.

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Conner turned his head, looking over his shoulder to see who had entered the room. He was surprised to see Val walking toward him. She had changed into a long, black evening dress which clung to her curves and displayed her ample bosom  It was slit high up the left leg. Watching her, he could feel himself growing hard. When she drew near she reached out and grasped his leash, freeing it from the chair arm.

“Get up. We’re going to dinner.” She tugged on his leash and turned on her heel.

He stumbled to his feet and hurriedly followed her from the room. She led him to a massive dining room where a long table was set for a formal affair. When they stopped next to a chair on one side of the table he stared down at her in bewilderment.

“Sit down,” she said.

He did as he was told, wincing as the rope cut into his ass and pulled on his genitals. She knelt in front of him and quickly cuffed his ankles to the chair legs then pulled a knife from the table and cut the rope from around his cock and balls and tossed it away. Quickly tying a new rope around his genitals she stretched the ends of the rope up around his waist and around the chair, tying him in place. Then she moved behind him and cut the rope binding his hands. Once his hands were free she shoved the chair in toward the table. When she had him place where she wanted him she moved to sit in the chair directly across from him on the other side of the table. As soon as she was seated their meal was served.

They ate the first course in silence. He enjoyed the food. It was definitely better than the sandwiches, soup and steak he’d been given thus far. As they started the second course she finally broke the silence that lay heavily between them.

“You have been rude to my staff, you attacked me and you refuse to call me Mistress. These are things I cannot tolerate. This is why you are being punished today. The punishments will continue until you decide to cooperate. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied softly.

She stared at him in surprise, her fork halfway to her mouth. She studied him for several minutes then finally took the bite of food she held aloft. As she chewed she continued to study him.

“Don’t try to con me,” she finally warned him.

“I’m not, Mistress.”

“We’ll see,” was all she said as she stared at him through narrowed eyes.

They continued their meal in silence. As they ate she would tease him by running her bare foot up his leg to his groin where she would then use her toes to play with his prick. The first time she did this he jerked noticeably, drawing a chuckle from her. When they finally finished their meal, she shoved her plate aside and stared at him brazenly. Slowly, she got up from her seat and moved around to his side of the table. She pulled his chair away from the table and straddled his lap, letting the slit in the side of her dress fall open. He was surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Well, pet, you seem to be interested in what you see,” she teased. “Would you like to go upstairs and play?”

He stared up at her wondering if he should answer her question. She reached out to pinch his nipples when he didn’t respond.

“Would you?” she demanded.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She reached across the table and picked up a small remote then dropped it into the bodice of her gown. Before turning back to him she plucked a knife from the table then turned around and wrapped her arms around him to cut the rope away from the chair. She got to her feet and laid the knife back on the table, well out of his reach, then knelt in front of him and freed his ankles. She gripped the ends of the rope that was still tied around his cock and balls and tugged lightly.

“Come along, pet.”

He got to his feet and followed her to the elevator. They rode in silence up to the third floor. When the doors opened they had arrived in a familiar hallway. She led him through the large bathroom to the mirrored bedroom. They climbed up on the dais the bed sat on but she led him to the foot of the bed instead of the side of the bed. She positioned him at the middle of the foot of the bed, facing the bed,.and tied the ends of the rope she had used as a leash to the metal footboard. She left him standing in place for a moment then returned with more ropes. She pushed against his shoulders until he bent forward over the footboard with his face almost touching the mattress.

“Stay down there,” she instructed him.

Then she took his left arm and tied an end of one piece of rope around his wrist and stretched his arm out toward the bedpost. She tied his arm in place and moved to his other side to do the same. Then she repeated the process with his ankles, spreading his feet wide. Once she had him tied in place she removed the rope from around his prick and balls, tossing it aside. She disappeared again for several minutes. He tried to look over his shoulder to see where she was but he couldn’t tell where she had gone or what she was doing, he could only hear the rustling of her dress.

Suddenly, he felt her hands on his back, rubbing in slow circles up and down his back. Her hands worked their way down to his hips where she kneaded and squeezed his buttocks.

“God, pet, you have a wonderful ass,” she commented in a soft voice. “I bet it’s a virgin ass too, isn’t it?”

“Wh-what?”

He felt something cold hit his ass, her fingers working it in around his anal ring. He tried in vain to pull away from her, drawing a cackle from her.

“You’d better relax, pet, or this could really hurt.”

He felt something pushing against his asshole. Struggling, he tried to keep the invader out but it was relentless and slowly pushed its way inside his bowel. He clenched his jaw and moaned low in his throat. Her hands gripped his hips tightly as she shoved a thin strap-on dildo up his ass. Once she had it in she started to work it in and out, ass-fucking him with it.

“Ohhhh, God, pet. You’re so fucking tight. You are an ass virgin, aren’t you?”

He ignored her taunts and rolled his hands into fists, gripping his restraints tightly.

“I love your fucking ass, pet,” she purred as she plunged in and out of him, her hands gripping his hips tightly. “The best part is the other end of the fucking dildo is inside me, pet. You’re fucking me while I’m ass fucking you!”

She bit off her laugh as she started to orgasm. Her fingernails cut into his skin where she gripped his hips. Suddenly, she rammed the dildo up his ass and wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly as she screamed in pleasure. He squeezed his eyes closed and prayed for it to end. Finally, she pulled out of his ass and removed the dildo, tossing it aside. She climbed onto the bed and spread her legs, thrusting her wet pussy under his face.

“Lick me,” she demanded. “Make me cum again.”

When she got no response, she grabbed a handful of his dark hair and shoved his face into her hot, wet cunt.

“Eat me!”

He still refused to obey her. She reached out and grabbed the nearest tool at hand. It turned out to be a flogger. She swung it over his back, swatting him hard with it.

“Lick me! Eat me!” she demanded, striking him with the flogger with each command.

He refused. She jerked his head up and down with the hand she had tangled in his hair and struck him with the flogger with the other hand, screaming at him. Finally, exhausted by her efforts, tears flowing, she tossed the flogger away and crawled away from. She curled up in a fetal position at the head of the bed, ignoring her prisoner, still tied at the foot of the bed. Sobbing into the pillows she eventually tired herself out and fell into a slumber. Conner watched her through his lashes. When he realized that she was asleep he started to pull at his bonds. It took him almost an hour but he eventually managed to get his right wrist free. Then his left wrist quickly followed. Once his hands were free he quickly released his ankles.

He wiped his face on the coverlet of the bed then silently moved away from the bed and stretched his tired and sore muscles. Then he stood and stared at his tiny tormentor, still sleeping on one corner of the bed. He quietly walked around the edge of the bed and climbed back up on the dais. Watching her carefully, he climbed back up onto the bed next to her. Cuddling close, he spooned her against him and gently kissed her exposed neck. He let his lips move along her neck to her shoulder as his right hand slipped between her arms to tease her nipples.

She moaned lightly and shifted her position. He used the opportunity to pull her tighter into his arms, slipping his left arm under her. His right hand slid down between her legs to tease her pussy while his left hand tenderly pinched and twisted her nipples. He kissed and nipped along her neck. Suddenly, she stiffened in his arms and he knew she had awakened.

“Shhh,” he whispered. “Let me take care of you.”

“Wh –”

He stopped her questions by covering her mouth with his, letting his tongue snake in between her teeth to tease hers. She moaned low in her throat in response. His hands continued to manipulate her body as he turned her and moved on top of her, carefully positioning himself between her legs. When he tried to push his hard cock between her pussy lips, he felt no resistance so he continued to push. He felt her arch up to meet him and pushed all the way in. She pulled her mouth away from him and clutched his hips to her.

“Oh, God, yessss,” she cried.

He chewed on her neck while his hands played with her tits and clit, driving her wild beneath him, as he pumped in and out of her velvet tunnel. Her fingernails dug into his ass cheeks and she bit his neck and earlobe.

“I’m – I’m – oh, God, I’m cumming!” she cried, gripping his ass and pulling him tight against her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him tightly.

When her vagina clenched around him, he couldn’t hold back. He shot his load deep into her womb. He clutched her to him, holding her close, shoving his prick as far into her as he could.

“Oh, God, Conner,” she whispered, still trembling in his arms.

“I’m sorry, Mistress. I didn’t mean to cause you so much pain,” he whispered in her ear. “I never realized…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

            ‘huh…ohmigod K. its totally him!’ she didn’t take her eyes off him as they both walked past him and up into the screening.

            ‘who’s she?’ Daniel asked as he kept his eyes on Shannon and Kara passing him, a sly grin on his face. ‘cute’

            ‘do you like younger girls Daniel?’ one of the reporters asked in a serious tone.

            ‘how do you know she’s young? She looks a little older than me actually.’ He replied

            ‘Shannon Lucero, aged 14. My niece.’ He said in a smart tone.

            ‘oh…’ Sighed Daniel.

Halfway through the movie, Shannon decided she needed the toilet.

            ‘you can go alone. I think this is where he gets his shirt off.’ Kara grinned slyly.

            ‘fine…that scene never happens. They got rid of it.’ Shannon giggled at Kara and made her way to the outside toilets, passing Daniel on the way, and accepting his sweet smile. On her way back into the screening, she bumped into Daniel, almost falling to the ground, but he caught her arm and helped her up.

            ‘hey…shouldn’t you be watching the movie?’ Shannon asked him

            ‘seen it before…im just heading back to my car to find my phone, seems ive left it there.’

            ‘well, I always call my mobile when I lose it, maybe you should try that, you can use my phone’ She smiled as he lead her back to his car. He opened the back door and climbed in.

            ‘okay…’ Shannon climbed in after him and pressed the dial button on her phone, she heard a quiet ring from the seat in front of her. ‘you hear that?’ she leaned forward over the front seat, exposing a few seconds of her perfect round ass, to Daniels view. He broke in a hot sweat, tempted to touch it, but he resisted, instead he pulled her dress down, that had rode up when she sat down. Shannon, shocked that he’d touched her, turned around quickly ‘what the?..’

            ‘your skirt was riding up’ he said, his face red, hot and horny, he could tell she wanted it.

            Shannon let out a small grin, and with no more of an invitation, shut the door behind her, and pounced on Daniel. She sat on his lap, facing him, with her arms around his neck, and one leg on either side.

            ‘now what?’ she giggled

            He smiled back at her, moving his hands slowly up her body, until he found her straps, he gently tugged them off her shoulders, he pulled her close with one arm, kissing her shoulders and neck, whilst pulling her other strap down with his spare hand. His kiss reached her mouth, and they French kissed for what seem a very long time, until Shannon broke it, she pulled her arms out of her thin straps, and started to unbutton Daniels shirt, whose hands were wandering further and further up her dress, until he found her wet panties. He rubbed her wet pussy through her panties, making her squirm with delight as she rubbed on her own nipples through her bra with one hand, and pulled her dress down to her waist with the other. Daniels spare hand made its way to Shannon’s other nipple, he pulled her bra down, and used it to pull her closer so he could get his mouth round her firm 32B breasts. He nibbled on it a little, making her arch her back, and moan. he pushed two of his sticky fingers up into the warm walls of her hot pussy, making her hips buck, she moaned loudly as he finger fucked her.

            ‘Shh’ he smiled at her ‘you’ll attract paparazzi’ he returned to her neck, one hand on her hip, and started to make his way back up to her soft lips.

            ‘you’ve done this before?’ she moaned helplessly, in between kisses.

            ‘no…’ he said ‘you’re the first’ smiling innocently at her, his fingers rapidly moving in and out of her hot body until her first orgasm came. She was moaning so loudly, it turned Daniel on even more.

            He lay Shannon’s still half dressed hot body on the back seat and opened her legs wide, he rubbed her soft body up and down while kissing and sucking on her wet pussy lips. He kissed up to her belly button, and her hips, making his way up to her firm breast again, sucking on her nipple, Shannon could feel his hardness between her legs, and she was going crazy for him, he once again found her neck, and up to her lips, his 8 incher was hungry for her pussy, but he was thinking…

            ‘are we sure we wanna do this?. I mean. Are we too young?’ he tried to smile at her, but she just smirked and pulled his face down onto hers, locking him in another long kiss. She put her legs round his hips, and pushed herself against him, as if begging for him to enter her. He didn’t need a second invitation, he slowly pushed the head of his cock into her, then gradually getting deeper and deeper until he couldn’t go no further, he thrust back and forth repeatedly, making her arch her back and bite her lips.

            ‘ow…ahhh.mm!’ she told him it hurt a little at first, but after the worst was over ‘yes..YES!’ was all Shannon could manage as she rocked in rhythm with Daniels huge cock. Daniel kept a firm grip on Shannon’s hips, as he pumped her insides faster and harder with each push. She was sending him wild, he was moaning like a little girl, almost as much as Shannon was, she could feel she was coming.

            ‘im cumming…’ she warned him.

            She just kept on enjoying the time of her life, as Daniel let out a moan and shot his load inside her beautiful hot body just seconds before her load dribbled from her. He collapsed on top of her, his manhood still inside her. He rested his head on her chest.

            ‘that…was amazing.’ He grinned.

            ‘shit…we better clean up and get back, or they’ll be worrying.’ Shannon realised they didn’t have all the time in the world. They’d been rocking the car for longer than they thought.

 

            Her family came to my house for my birthday, but I had no idea what to expect when I saw her.  I opened the door and there stood by now 15 year old cousin who looked to be 5’5” no more than 115 lbs, with a tight athletic body.  She had long toned legs with a perfect ass that she got from playing soccer.  Her tits looked like they had grown to nice full C cup, and her brown hair and eyes looked incredible on her tanned skin.  She ran inside, hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, I instantly got a boner.

            “Oh my god it’s been so long I missed you Mike!” She said in my ear.

            “I know I’m so glad you could come.” I barely got that out because I was still shocked at her incredible figure.

            “We should go out for a drive just me and you and catch up.” She suggested

            “Yeah your right let’s go”

            We jumped in my car and went to go get some food.  We talked for hours about old times, but the entire time I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.  She asked me if I was alright because I kept staring, but I just shook it off and smiled.  We got back in my car and drove for a few minutes before I pulled over.

            “What’s going on, why are you stopping?”

            I didn’t even say a word, I just looked deep into her eyes, pulled her close and gave her a deep passionate kiss.  She didn’t fight it, but once I let her go she grinned a little then asked what I was thinking.  I told her I had feelings for her that I couldn’t get over, and I just couldn’t help myself.  She told me that it was okay, and that she had the same kind of feelings for me.  I asked if she wanted to go someplace quiet and she simply nodded.

            We went quietly back to my house because everyone was asleep and we snuck into my basement.  She seemed really nervous and she asked if we could do something to help her relax.  I told her anything she wanted, but when she said she wanted to watch some porn I was pretty shocked, but I wasn’t about to deny her.  She sat on my lap at the computer and told me that her favorite porn star was Daisy Dukes.  I logged onto freeones.com and found some really hot clips of that little Spanish babe fucking like a machine.  I looked up at michelle and just saw her licking her lips a little bit and I could tell she was getting hot.  We put in a movie I had of Brianna Banks and layed on the couch together.  I watched her hand make it’s way under the blanket onto my leg.  She kept sliding it down until she found my already hard cock.  She began to stroke it until I gasped and pulled her off.  When she asked what was wrong I just told her I wanted to do it right.

            I layed blankets and pillows on the floor and made a bed for us both.  I layed on top of her and gave her another deep kiss and told her to take off her shirt.  She sat up and pulled her tank top over her head revealing a sexy black lace bra.  She took my shirt off as well and then released her perfect round breasts.  I sucked her nipples and worked my hand into her panties.  I immediately realized she was shaved and that I needed to see her pussy.  We both took off our pants and got into the 69 position.  While she sucked my 7” cock I licked her pussy and fingered her ass.  Just as we were both about to come I pushed her off of me and told her it would be better if we waited.

            I laid down on my back with my cock standing tall.  Just as she was about to straddle me she said she had never been with a boy before and said she had heard it was painful.  I looked longingly into her eyes and said I would never hurt her and that I would be as gentle as possible.  When I asked if she was ready she nodded and smiled.  She climbed on top of me and rubber her slit along my cock.  She started to lower herself down as my cock separated her puffy cunt.  She gasped, and I could tell she enjoyed it.  After only getting about an inch inside her I already thought I was going to cum, but I did my best to hold back.  After a few more inches I hit her hymen.  I told here to get ready, and I pulled her down hard.  I broke through and watched a single tear drip from Michelle’s eye.  Her look of pain was quickly replaced with a look of enjoyment as my quiet innocent cousin suddleny turned into a freak in bed.

            We switched positions as she was on bottom, and she came up to my ear and commanded me to fuck her brains out, I was surprised, but there was no way I was going to pass that offer up.  I pushed into her hairless pussy until I was all the way in.  She moaned louder and louder until I coverd her mouth to keep her quiet.  I just kept ramming her with piston like proficiency.  Her juices were flowing everywhere as she screamed that she was going to come.  I pounded her a few more times nearly tearing her virgin cunt apart, when I suddenly felt like I was going to explode.  A few seconds after her orgasm I unleashed fury in her pussy and overflowed her tight vagina with my cum.

            We both laid down in exhaustion with my penis still inside of her.  I gradually caught my breath and became soft inside of her.  I kissed her on the forehead and smiled.  She looked deep into my eyes and told me that she loved me and that she always would, and I said the same to her.  Michelle and I still see each other often, and have had similar nights together since then, but nothing will ever be as special as when my cousin and I took each others virginity.

          Today is different.  After asking for the hundredth time, Sara looks at me and pulls her top off.  DAMN!  She’s so fucking hot.  She smiles at me and pulls her sweatpants down.  She is prepared for this seduction, I realize, because she has nothing under the sweatpants except naked skin and her shaved snatch. 

           My dick rises to attention, creating a teepee in my shorts.  “Sara,” I say, but her hand on my bulge interrupts my weakening protests. 

        “I’m not asking you for a date or to go steady with me, Mat.  I just want your dick inside me.  Now.”

      She pulls my waistband down and my dick pops up like a soldier’s solute, swaying slightly, nodding in anticipation.  “Eager, aren’t we?” she asks and smiles at my dick.

       I can’t restrain myself any longer.  I grab her hips, lift her, say “I won’t be gentle,” and throw her unceremoniously on the small bed. 

      Her legs part willingly, and I’m between them exploring her tight pussy with my 9 inch cock.  As I penetrate her again and again, she gasps, wrapping her legs around my waist, doing her best to contain my plunging, but ultimately failing.  I pound at her, thinking we shouldn’t be doing this because her parents are upstairs sleeping and my sister is in the bedroom next-door.  But I am doing it. I tell myself to do it proper, to not have any guilt. 

        “Oh, YES Mat, YES, fuck my pussy, oh GOD YES, fuck me, aaaaahhhh!”  She screams as my thrusts become frantic, wanting to savor the moment but not wanting to be caught. 

         “You’re so tight, Sara,” I pant.  You’re no virgin, I think as I stare at her face, her scrunched up eyes and wide open mouth. I don’t want to cum in her pussy.  “Keep your mouth open!” I demand removing my cock from her wetness.  Her eyes are still closed as I climb her and position the head of my cock at her parted lips.  I shove.  She gags.  My balls rest against her chin for a second and then I pull out only to shove in again.  “That’s right, bitch, eat it,” I say.  I cannot believe I am doing this, and to my cousin. I hold her head as I face fuck her.  In an explosion of pleasure, I cum, filling her mouth to its limit with my seed.  Simi-hard now, I keep myself in her.

           It is then that I notice another presence in the room.  My cock still in Sara, I turn my head and see my sister, Jane. I look down at Sara, her mouth full of my dick and sperm, and say "You set me up."

            Sara shakes her head in denial and the motion would've turned me on had my heart not been pounding.  Shit, I think, I've been caught on film! fucking my underage cousin. My sister's going to have my balls! Hell, my mom’s going to have them too. I knew how close both women are to Sara.

          “She’s right, Mat,” my sister says.  “I did.  I’ve wanted to have you in me ever since I saw you in the shower when you were fifteen.”  She looks at our cousin.  “Sara, since you’ve succeeded in making him limp, why don’t you suck him again until he’s suitably hard for me.” 

           Sara nods and takes my limpness into her mouth again.  As my cousin blows me for the second time my sister removes her clothes.  As I see what is about to be mine I cannot help but feel a sort of giddiness.  My friends would never believe I fucked not only Sara, but Jane too.  My sister is still recording.  She sets the video camera on a bookshelf at an angle so that it still receives all the action.  Jane takes our cousin by the waist, pulls her back, away from the object of her affection, my slippery cock.  Saliva drips from its tip.

           “My turn,” Jane says.  “You can watch, but now it’s my turn to have his cock.  If you don’t fuck me good and hard, Matt, I’ll make sure the right people get this video.  You don’t want to go to jail for statutory rape, do you?”  She spreads her legs.  “Get that biggie in here, brother.”

            Who am I to say no to my older sister?  I get my biggie in there, and get it in there fast and hard.  Still dripping our cousin’s juices, my dick fills my sister as I work my way as deep as possible.

               "Uh," my sister moans as I push my member deep.  "Mmm.  Sara, you can stay if you want.  Help me with the cleanup, cause I...I...think this'll be messy soon."  She gives up on talk and rolls me over so she's on top. 

               She rides me like a pro and I can't help but utter: "GOD, where'd you learn to fuck!"

               "Mom," she replies.  "I used to watch her fuck Tony and I practiced with some veggies."

                As my sister continues to bounce on my dick I think THANK YOU MOM!

 

 

The next morning I wake up sore.  My dick feels like it had been though a war; beaten, battered, hyped on action and wanting more, but afraid it wouldn't be up for the task.

              The form next to me reminds me of the killer night I'd had.  To my right is my naked 24 year old sister.  Her black hair is still damp with sweat from the night's endeavors.  Draped across my upper body is my 16 year old cousin, Sara, naked too.  Her cheek is resting on Jane's left breast. 

               My dick stiffens and I reach for Sara's ass.  With both hands I spread her, gently climbing out from beneath her.  I position myself at her backdoor and shove in hard.  I hear her scream.  She buries her mouth against my sister's nipple.  I pull out and plunge in again. 

               "Oh, yes, Mat, just like that," my cousin says, voice muffled due to my sister’s breast. 

                "Fuck her good, Mat," my sister says, sleepily.

                As I slide into my cousin again, I reach for her breasts, take hold of them, and kiss her neck.  I hear footsteps outside my bedroom door just as I get a good rhythm going.  I pause in my fucking, my cock buried to the root in Sara's ass.  My eyes are fastened to the door.  The knob turns, opens an inch or two.  I see my mother, Amy.  Neither Jane nor Sara sees her.  

                Our eyes meet and she closes the door as silently as she had opened it. 

             

 

Later that day, after Sara left for school and Jane for work, I go downstairs.  Amy is in the kitchen preparing a meal for the party that will take place later in the evening. 

                 I turn on the TV and do some channel-surfing. 

                 "Mat," my mother says, entering the TV room.  "I need to talk to you about what you were doing this morning and probably last night as well."

                 I can't bring myself to meet her gaze. 

                 "Look at me." 

                 I look.  Mom is 44 years old and still beautiful.  Slim with large breasts, she could've been a movie star.  She is a redhead.  My eyes linger on her chest, encased in a too-tight sweater that leaves little to the imagination. 

                  "Get your eyeful and pay attention.  What you did to your cousin and sister was wrong.  Very wrong.  I know you enjoyed it, but still it was wrong.”

                  I always took it as a sign of maturity that I could talk to my mom about anything even while my thoughts usually ran towards imagines of banging her.  I undressed her with my eyes as I replied: “I know. I don’t know what came over me.  Sara, begged me and then she took my penis in her hand and I…I just had to fuck her!”

                  “And your sister?”

                  “She filmed me with Sara.  It was blackmail.”

                  “I know what she did, Mat.  I watched the video.  It looked to me as though you were experiencing heavenly delights.  I didn’t see you hesitate at all before burying your cock in Jane’s pussy.”

                  I couldn’t deny it.

                   “Look, what happened can’t happen again.”

                  “You think I’ll be able to stop now?  You’re nuts.  Their pussies were the tightest, their mouths the best at sucking cock that I’ve ever had.  And Sara’s ass…!  Don’t get me started on her ass!”

                    I see Mom think this over.  Then: “I’ll substitute.  Instead of fucking them, I’ll let you fuck me.  Any position, any time, anywhere.  Agreed?”

                     “You’re my mom!”

          “You fucked your cousin and sister.  Why not me?  Do we have a deal?”

When it seems I might decline her glorious offer, Amy lifts her sweater.  She has no bra on and was I a dog I would be drooling at the sight of her wonderful melons.  As it is, my dick swells in my pants and doesn’t go unnoticed.

                      “I’ll meet you in Dad’s and my bedroom.  Hurry.” 

                       On the way to their bedroom, heart racing, I stop by Jane’s room and retrieve her camcorder.  There is no way in hell I am going to forfeit sex with my sister and cousin.  There is also no way in hell I am going to pass up an opportunity to fuck Mom either.  I’m determined to have all three. 

 

Mom is naked when I enter her bedroom.  I can’t believe my luck.  She isn’t looking at me and so I position the camcorder on the dresser where it will have an uninterrupted view of the activity about to commence. 

            I undress.  “God, you are so beautiful!” I say as I climb into bed with her. 

            I lick her breasts as she strokes my erection.  “Choice time, Mat.  Do you want to use a rubber or just get it on?”

            I fucked both Sara and Jane without protection, so I figured why start now.  “I want to do you bareback.” 

            “I was hoping you’d say that.  You’re father insists on rubbers every time.  It’s been so long since I’ve had it old fashioned.”

            “Then today’s your lucky day,” I say, engulfing her left breast with my lips.

            Her legs part and I slide my hands beneath her firm ass and squeeze.  My cock enters her pussy, inch by inch, until it has disappeared to the root.  “Oh, God!” I say.  “Mom, Dad hasn’t been living up to his reported standards!  You’re gripping my cock like a vise!”

            “Oh, son, fuck me, fuck your mother!  That’s it, be a good son.  Give it to me.  Oh, YES, Mat, pound my pussy.  Fuck me like you fucked your sister!  You feel so wonderful!”

            “So do you, Mom!  I…I can’t get enough of you!”  I slam into her again and again and again, her large breasts pressed against my chest, her ass in my hands.  I press my lips against hers and insert my tongue.  She sucks on it and against her mouth I say: “Later, I’ll have you suck my cock!” 

            She rolls me.  Now I’m beneath her and she’s perched on my flagpole, bouncing and I slide my hands from her ass to her smooth stomach to her bouncy tits and fondle. 

            “Oh my God, Mat!”

            “You like this, Mom?”

            “I LOVE it.  Oh, God how I…is that a camera!”

            I smile, imagining my mother’s reaction to the camcorder recording her bouncing on my cock.  “Yes, it is,” I say as she pauses, my cock inserted all the way inside her.  I thrust upwards, balls slapping her thighs.  “Please continue, slut!”

            She looks at me, her eyes wide.  “You’re filming us!”

            I squeeze her juicy melons.  “I wanted to have something to remember our first night fucking.  No one else is going to see it.  Now, please, for the love of God, continue!”

            I take my hands from her breasts and place them on her hips.  Holding her I push up and into her tight cunt.  “Oh, God!  Mom, I love fucking you!” 

            She is still staring at the camera, her mouth slightly open.  I look up at her face, but her gigantic tits block most of the view. I continue my thrusts, but see her eyes; they are squeezed shut, and little pants escape her lips.

            Then she starts bouncing on my shaft again, ignoring the camera.  “You’re bigger than you’re father…GOD!  You feel fantastic inside me!  Keep fucking me, son.  Fuck your mother harder.  Fill me!”

            Minutes later I fill her like a geyser.

            She collapse on top of me, her breasts pressed against my face.  I open and mouth and suckle her tits. 

God, what a morning!

            “No one can ever see that video, son,” she says as I work her left nipple, giving it gentle nips as I suck hungrily at it.  “Promise me.”

            My dick’s still inside her as I respond: “I promise.  No one will ever see it except for you and me.  Unless certain conditions aren’t followed, of course.  First: I will be fucking you whenever and wherever I want.  Second: I will also be fucking Sara and Jane whenever I want…don’t look at me like that.  You say I shouldn’t fuck Jane ‘cause she’s my sister.  Well, newsflash…you’re my mother and you fucked me.  So please, please, don’t be a goddamn hypocrite.”  Her face flushes as though just now realizing the enormity of our actions.  “Now, I’ve promised.  Please get off me, I’ve got things to do, and a sister to screw.”

 

I get out of the shower and don’t bother with a towel.  Sara’s in her room doing her homework with her mom, my Aunt Jenna’s help and I figure if Jenna sees me or finds out about my family adventures maybe I’ll just fuck her too.  As though the head of my cock has an implanted magnet I am drawn to Jane’s room. 

            I don’t bother knocking.  Inside I see her on the bed.  She’s talking to Ashley, her best-friend but stops when she sees me.  Her eyes go immediately to my dick and she says “Ash, I’ll have to call you back.  Yeah, he’s here.  Yes, yes, I’ll introduce you to him soon.  Ok.  Bye.” 

            She turns around on her bed and shows me her exceptional ass, the tight shorts she’s wearing leaving no doubt to its firmness.  “All the fun we were having last night and this morning and I realized you paid more attention to Sara than to me.  You fucked her from behind this morning…I’d like you to do the same…”

            Her voice soon is lost on me as I approach and grab her hips.  I pull her shorts down; she has nothing on beneath.  Hands on her ass-cheeks, I spread her and then split her with my raging cock. 

            “Oh, GOD MAT, YES!” she screams as I fill her with my pole. 

            I go in, pull out, and go in again, building speed with each masterful thrust.  I cover her mouth with my hand in a half attempt at keeping her screams contained…I didn’t want to be interrupted by our Aunt and I knew if our cousin or Mom came in I’d have to divide my attention.  I wanted my sister, all of her, all to myself. 

              “Oh, YEAH!” I scream as I drill her ass.  “Take it, bitch!  Take it all, you fuckin’ whore-slut.  Take your brother’s big dick.  I can’t wait to fill you ass with my seed, bitch!  Oh yeah, take every inch I offer, you dirty slut.”  I had though her pussy was great, but her ass surpassed my expectations.  “God, I love fucking you sis!  Do you love your brother?  Do you love my hard cock tearing you apart?” 

            “Don’t stop, Mat, don’t you dare stop fucking me.  Oh LORD don’t you ever stop!” 

            I piston in and out and in the process manage to get on my back, my cock popping out of her ass for the briefest of moments only to reenter her, this time her pussy, and she’s riding me reverse cowgirl.  I grip her ass-cheeks as she bounces on my dick and wonder why, in all my 19 years this is the first day I’ve ever fucked her.

            “If you’d…only…told me earlier…that you wanted…to fuck…” I pant as she rocks back and forth on my shaft.  “The fun…we could’ve…had!”

            My sister’s only response is to ride me ever faster, ever harder.  I know that soon I’ll fill her with my hot cum and so “You want it in your mouth, on your tits, on in your pussy?” I ask. 

            She doesn’t answer or slow so I figure the answer is the latter of the three options.  I erupt like a volcano and grab her hips, hold her down on my shaft, forcing her to consume with her pussy her brother’s hot cum.  Satisfied, I release her hips, and she collapses next to me, panting, recovering. 

            “I should have fucked you four years ago, Mat.  That day I saw you in the shower I should’ve jumped you.”

            “I wish you had, Jane.  But, now we can catch up on lost time.”

            There’s a knock at the door.  I freeze, my hand stroking my sister’s ass, hers stroking my limp dick, trying to get it hard again. 

            “Yes?  Who is it,” Jane asks trying and failing to sound normal; her breathing is too fast.

            “It’s Jenna.  Do you have a boy in there, Jane.  I don’t want you making love with your boyfriend while my daughter’s around.” 

            “Great, Mat, you fucked me TOO good,” Jane whispers.  “Aunt Jenna heard us.” Louder: “My boyfriend’s not here, Jen.  I’m not making love.” 

            Silence from the other side of the door.  My sister’s hands return to my cock which is steadily growing stiff again.  “I’m coming in,” Jenna warns.

            “Oh, shit,” from Jane and I try to scramble out of her bed but end up falling over my sister, the head of my cock against her sweaty thighs. 

            “What-in-the-hell,” Jenna says staring at us in that position. 

            Jane, who doesn’t know of my exploits with our mother immediately says to Jenna: “You can’t tell Mom!”

            Me?  The excitement of getting caught has added the last bit of hardness to my now-ready cock, and staring at our Aunt’s eyes I grab Jane’s legs and drape them over my shoulder’s.  I enter her hard and fast, without mercy, and she screams.

            “I’m getting Amy,” Jenna declares, but I ignore her and my sister doesn’t know whether to be worried or enjoy another good fucking by her brother.  She seems to have decided to enjoy it and let forget everything else. 

            Minutes later, as I pound at her pussy again, Jenna returns with her sister.  Noticing our mother’s lack of response at seeing her son fuck her daughter, Jenna realizes the enormity of the truth.  “You’ve had sex with him too?” 

            I see Mom nod.  “It was fantastic.  I wanted Mat to fuck me instead of Jane and Sara, but he’s blackmailing me now, so…”

            “He’s fucked my daughter…” Jenna gasps. 

            I watch as Mom undresses and Jenna gasps again.  “If you ever take his cock inside you, you’ll know why I don’t care that he’s my son.  He’ll fuck you so good, you’ll forget all about that husband of yours.” 

            I pull out of Jane as our mother approaches.  “Son, give Mommy that cock again so Jenna can see nothing’s wrong.” 

            I grab my sister’s head, “clean it, bitch, I wanna fuck Mom with your saliva coating my dick,” I say and Jane wraps her hungry lips around my manhood and sucks.  “Jenna, after I’m done with Mom, I’d really like to give you a good hard fucking too.  And then, should I have the energy, I think I’ll pay your slut daughter a visit too, give her pussy more of my cock seeing as she loved it earlier. 

            “That’s it sis!  Suck me good!  Your lips were made for blowing me!”

            “Oh, my God!” Jenna screams.  She goes on, ranting, but I’m in heaven and don’t hear, her words nothing but an irritation. 

            Finally, I cut her off, facefucking my sister I say “Mom, I’d better hurry up and fuck you so I can shove my cock down her throat and shut her up!” 

            I pull out of Jane’s mouth, dick dripping, and toss our Mom on the bed next to her.  I ram my wet cock into her wet cunt and pound away, eyes fixated on my next conquest, Aunt Jenna.  The bed speaks but soon her screams speak louder, as does the sound of my balls slapping against her thighs as my dick pistons in and out. 

            “Uh, uh, yes, oh, uh, yes…” and other more unintelligible words escape her throat.  She wraps her legs around my waist and tries to contain my energy but I spill out, unstoppable, and she shudders beneath me as I fill her to the brim with my hot seed. 

            My hands are on her breasts as I give her that one final thrust, the thrust that ends all others, and I meet my aunt’s gaze.  I can tell that she wants that passion, that fire, she’s drooling for me, but still she isn’t prepared to take that final step.  I pull my cock out of my mother’s pussy, leaving a trail of cum as I do.  Jane is still on the bed, next to our mother and I say “Help Jenna with her clothes.  It’ll be hard to give her a proper fucking with them on.”

            My sister gets up, boobs bouncing as she approaches our aunt, and begins unbuttoning her blouse.  Jenna makes no attempt to stop her.  She stands there, a human mannequin with luscious breasts that become free of the confinement of her black bra, breasts that beg to be sucked, to be fucked, by me.  And I, as fate would have it, am more than ready to suck and fuck those marvelous globes. 

            As my mom takes my cock in hand, stroking me back to erection, I decide that I’m going to do more than just fuck my aunt.  Don’t get the wrong idea here; I’m going to fuck her and good.  By “more” I simply mean I’m going to do more than teach her to love the feel and taste of my cock.  I’m going to teach her, and later her daughter, to need my dick, make it so they won’t feel right going a day without.

            Mom strokes staring at my meat and says “Dinnertime!”

            She begins gobbling my cock, teasing it to become hard, hard for her sister, and I tickle the back of her throat as I stiffen within her mouth. She alternatively sucks and licks my balls for a moment and I almost laugh remembering how worried I was when she caught me fucking my sister and cousin.  Are all the women in my family sluts?  I wonder.  There’s Amy, Sara, Jane, now Jenna, who else is there for me to screw?  I’d have to work on that later.   

            “You read for this?” I ask Jenna, pulling my slick organ out of my mother’s mouth and slapping her face with it, leaving wet streaks of saliva and cum.  She hungrily licks her lips and looks at her younger sister.

            “I got him ready for you, sis.  But you can thank me after you’ve been fucked.  You never know; he might bang you till you won’t even be able to look at Tom without wondering why your husband can’t fuck you quite like my son.”

           

An hour later and Jenna still wasn’t quite done getting fucked.  We’d taken numerous breathers, of course, and I’d cum in and on her multiple times, but the slut in her was still awakening and my cock was need.  And I was more than willing to provide.

            Currently I am behind her, my cock buried in her ass, two fingers in her mouth, other hand on her large left breast.  Mom, Jane, and Sara are all in the room watching us fuck, and all are naked. 

            I drill her furiously, unwilling to slow, willing myself to stay hard and give her my all.  God, she fucks so good! 

            “Mom,” Sara says, “I’ve never seen you like this before!”

            In response “Uh, Uh, mmm…” Jenna says, words unintelligible as I work my way deep inside her ass.

A few nights later, I had been trying to forget what I had seen and what I had felt. We were going to watch a movie together, on the T.V. in her room, on her bed. I came in in my boxers and a vest and began tuning into the right channel. She walked in from the shower wearing a small white towel over her breasts, but it was so short, I could almost see her vagina. She untied it and it fell to the ground. She grabbed a little silky blue nightdress and slipped into it, but she had no underwear underneath. She looked so hot. She climbed up the small ladder that must be used to access her bed. As she did, I looked up the bottom of her nightdress at her perfect ass and pussy, heaving as she ascended. I followed up, with my hardon beginning to grow. During the movie, my sister fell asleep, but I remained awake. I turned the T.V. off and thousght about what to do. My sexual urges overpowerd me and I began slowly lifting up the nightdress to reveal her tender pussy. Slowly, I moved my hand over to her and slid my fingers into the slit. My cock was throbbing. As soon as I did this, still asleep, she moved her legs, trapping my hand in between her warm thighs, with my fingers still inside. Carefully, I snaked my way out and decided to explore her breasts. I gripped each nipple in between my thumb and index finger and began rubbing them. It felt so good. With my left hand I began fingering her again. After a little while i felt her pussy becoming wet. Her eyes drifted open. "What are you doing?" she said softly. I froze. "No. No, don't stop" she continued. She wriggled out of her nightdress, and she pulled down my boxers. I moved over and put one leg either side of her, knelling over her. She gently cupped my buttocks and pulled me closer. We shared a passionate kiss, as she began slipping her finger into my crack. I moved further down, touching, caressing, and licking the firm legs that I had lusted over the other night. I moved closer and closer to her vagina. I could feel her trembling. With both hands, I spread her vagina, and probed with my tongue. She let out a cry of joy. Then, she took hold of me. She moved our faces together, and we kissed once more. Then with both hands, she spread her discharging cleft and quietly said "take me." I moved my pelvis towards her and penetrated her vagina. Slowly I pushed it in further. I felt my balls begin to churn, and a spurted far into her throbbing cunt. "Ahh" she cried! She was still a virgin.

We stopped after about half an hour. She lay next to me, panting. I had had the most glorious experince of my life.