I started my hobby as a young teen, a gawky shy 16 year old boy with no friends.

I slowly developed my tastes through my early adulthood and I feel have come into my own, now in my late 30’s. There have been many young women and some young men but today I shall start you off with my first experience.

 

I had noticed girls for a long time now, but never had much interactions with them. A good education in a good all boys Catholic school kept the contact low.

In my junior year is when it all changed. Tall for my brief 16 years , but not yet filled out I was painfully thin. The other boys who had also shot up, all seemed to have more bulk to them than I did, and this isolated me from them in sports and in the classroom.

And for this reason I attribute attracting Miss Cluberts attentions.

Miss Clubert was a cute young teacher, new to the school that year. She was soft spoken and quick with a smile, not at all what we were used to from the aged hardened nuns or monotone bored looking priests who normally lead our instructions. This earned her the hearts of all the Junior boys who took her English class as well as most of the other boys through out the entire student body. I was no exception.

However as fate would have it Miss Clubert had an affinity for the odd egg, and early only spotted me out for her pet project. She would simply call on me more often, smile at me a bit longer, and keep me after class to help her hang a poster or erase the board.

I always obliged her, quietly, dutifully. Slowly it built up in me, the fantasy that lived within my skin. As the months passed, the winter flew buy in a whirl. I would spend my time in class dutifully paying attention to her every word. But in ever other class, and at home I was distant. My grades were suffering. My parents however hardly noticed.

Every night I would masturbate. Collection my production in a jar which I kept hidden in the back of my closet. It was the only way to safely do it. Anything else would be detected. It was late one night just as spring broke as I was stashing away my collection jar that the fantasy began. I wanted Miss Clubert to see my sperm. To see that I was a man a virile man. I could simply take some of my sperm into the school and leave it on her desk. Knowing she would find it and hold the cup in her hand was enough to arouse me again. I made plans.  Two days later I put my plan into action. I procured another smaller glass jar from my mothers cabinet, sure to peel off any label left. I woke earlier than usually and was finish the deposit before I heard my mothers floor creak.

I put the jar into my pocket. I felt it rich warmth against my thigh. I practically ran to school and snuck into Miss Cluberts room and put the jar on her chair and slipped out without being seen. English wasn’t until 4^th period that day, so I had to wait. When I arrived in the class Miss Clubert didn’t even look up. I turned red, I knew then she had known it was from me. I was scared as my heart raced. I tried to remain calm. I took my seat at the head of the class and took out my English book. When the bell rang Miss Clubert looked up absently and locked eyes with me and flashed me a brief of bright smile. Then her face returned to a worried, sad expression. I thought about this as she began the class. She didn’t know it was me. If she had, she would of reported it. My heart soared. Then the though of seeing her small delicate hands folding around my jar, feeling the fresh warmth that had still lingered in it when I left it, gave me a rather embarrassing erection, right there in class. I willed myself to make it go down and thankfully by the bell it had. I left the room quickly before Miss Clubert asked me to stay. I don’t think I could of kept off another erection being alone in the room with her.  Weeks went by before I did anything else. I still masturbated nightly, and started to early in the morning as well. Always thinking of Miss Clubert, as she found my present. But soon it wasn’t enough. I devised another plan. I would now have something of Miss Cluberts of my own, and that afternoon after lunch I did it. I snuck back into her room, into her closet and took from there the most beautifully smelling knit scarf. She had worn it all winter long and it still held her scent. She must have forgotten to take it home, and now it was mine. I stuffed it inside my jacket and held it there next to my body all day. After school I could barely restrain myself. I took a detour into spring thickened woods where I quickly reached inside my trousers and while sniffing her scarf relieved myself, shooting my seed all over the sparsely leaved bushes.

I used her scarf in many ways over the next month and a half. Wrapping it around my sex, my throat, sniffing it rubbing against it. It brought me to numerous powerful climaxes, yet soon that too was not enough. The school year was ending quickly. I would be away from Miss Clubert for the entire summer break. Next year, she would have a new class of Juniors to teach and I but a forgotten memory. I had to create one last memory for me, and for her.  I devised my plan and on the week of school I executed.

I hung out in the bathrooms after school, until I heard the hall ways had cleared of students and faculty. I had much wanted to do this in the early morning so my present would be found by her fresh, but I could not find a way to get into the school before opening. Getting out, after closing would be much easier since I observed Janitors here until late.

 

I made my way quietly back into Miss Cluberts room and hid at the back. I saw a man from the janitorial staff come in, empty her can and leave without giving the rest of the room a glance. I knew this was my chance. I made my way up the darkened classroom, and stood in front of her desk. I put my face into her chair, where her sweetness sat so many hours. I was sure I could smell her sex. I took my time relishing the moments, the smells the feeling of power. I knew I had plenty of time. I pulled down my trousers and laid across her desk, allowing my hard on to rub on the soft velvety smooth desk mat she always had there. I let myself moan, just slightly. And then the door. I was frozen in place my trousers around my ankles. I heard  a gasp and the door close. I moved quickly. Someone, saw me. I pulled up my trousers and raced out the door after them. I saw quickly who it was. Her small frame and blonde hair was unmistakable. Miss Clubert. She must have forgotten something, came back and saw me.. saw what I was doing. Dear God. I couldn’t let her tell anyone I couldn’t let her leave.

I raced after her, my long legs no match for her slender ones in heels. “Charles” she shouted as I grabbed her shoulder. I spun her to face me. She opened her mouth but I couldn’t hear her words,  I simply reacted. I covered her mouth, the noises she was making were loud.. although what she was saying I couldn’t tell.

I drug her back to her room, the strength to do so a new found power. She began fighting back, scratching at me clawing at my arms. I felt nothing. I simply held my strong hand over her mouth and worked my trousers with the other. I pushed her back against the black board holding her head there, with the hand that was still covering her mouth. Her large blue eyes large saucers. She stopped fighting. My pants down I somehow managed to hike her skirt up and pull one of her thin small legs up over my hip. It was awkward going as I had never entered a girl before. I told her softly “You mustn’t scream when I let got” she nodded.

As I let go of her mouth she squirmed away. I used my forearm against her throat to pin her back against the black board, but I had also found the strength and aim to finally penetrate her silky womanhood with my erection. I barely stroked myself inside her twice before I shot my load deep in her. When my head cleared I looked down at her, her eyes were closed my forearm still pinned against her neck. I backed away quickly. And her limp body fell. I lifted her and placed her across her desk and felt for her breath, there was none. Tears welled up inside my eyes. Then I noticed the growing purple mark across her throat. I was too rough I had killed her. I sat there half naked on my teachers chair weeping over her lifeless form, for what seemed like hours. Her body never moving. The darkness had already set outside, I had no sense of time.

I decided I would have to go home before my absence was noted. I began to straighten Miss Clubert’s clothing so that whoever found her would not see her sex, but doing so, only made me hard again. What type of monster was I wondered. Knowing what was done, was done and there was no changing it I once again gave into my passions. This would be my last chance with the pretty Miss Clubert. So I climbed on top of her still form, I spread her milky white legs and entered her easily this time. Her body was still warm and I pumped myself into her for 5, and then 10 minutes, unable to quench my lust. It was only when I let my hands stray, around her throat once more, feeling the tender purplish bruise I had inflicted that I was able to finally cast my seed deep into her womb. The feeling that came over me was the most amazing I had ever experienced. I kissed her softly on her lips, fixed my clothing and walked to the door. One glance back showed me my beautiful lover glowing soft white in the moonlight, her face in a grotesque screw, her legs spread and hanging on either side of the desk, her sex exposed to all. I left here there.

The next day we weren’t allowed in the school. There were police and we were sent to go home.

Later that day everyone’s parents were notified what had happened. The town had decided to close school early for the year. There was much talk about what had happened and 100 different tales of who could of done it. In the end two drifters had been arrested but nothing more was ever heard. I just kept to myself as usual, and once in a while even now, I will take out her scarf and remember.

 

I guess I should let you all in on the story huh?

Well it all began about 3 months ago. I got new neighbors down the street. I saw her moving in some boxes when I was walking Jim – that’s my boxer. She looked at me only for a second but that is all it took. It was an instant connection between her and I.

I walked past the house at least a dozen times over the next few days, catching glimpses of her in the yard, through the window, getting into her mothers car.  She was a goddess; She had dark blonde hair that hung straight, nearly to her waist. Slim hips and long legs. She favored half tops, which showed, off her flat tummy. Her breasts were not large, but perky firm b cups. On the third night I found a nice dark place in the hedges that bordered the houses across the street from her house. I stood there in the summer night waiting to see her. It paid off. I saw through the window her in her nightgown tying her long hair back getting ready for bed. Her body was calling to me then, her breasts pressed against the thin cotton of her gown, her nipples so large and puffy I could clearly make them out from across the street. Her body called out to mine that night and I had to release myself standing there in the bush. Walking home I started to shake. I was so ashamed of what I had just done. What she made me do. That’s the night I resolved to teach her a lesson. She couldn’t just move in and tease a man this way.

I took my time and planned things carefully. Her body continued to call to mine in the middle of the night.  I would be sitting there watching television or eating dinner, when the vision of her would come to me and my body would react as any man’s would. She was unrelenting, almost cruel.  Still I took my time planning things carefully. I most watched, her, her mother, her father.  I listened when others talked about the new family – showing little interest at least as far as they could tell. Inside I was busy committing every word to memory, it would come in handy some way I was sure.

Her name was Amanda.  She had just turned 15 the month they moved in.  She had an older brother who had remained back east to continue his college education.  They had moved here for the fathers work.  By the end of the second month I knew all there was to know about the family and their beautiful temptress of a daughter. Then, by coincidence I over heard my neighbor talking on the phone to Mrs. Stipler, the woman who lived directly across from the new family. Apparently, the Parents were going back east for a weekend to parents weekend at the old boys school. Amanda didn’t want to go and they had thought it would be okay to leave her alone and had asked Mrs Stipler if she would keep an eye out for her.

 

This was my opportunity. They would be going away in two weeks.  Plenty of time to prepare things, and prepare I did.

 

While walking Jim one day I let him off the leash and he ran off, right up onto the lawn of the new family – as I had planned.  It was mid afternoon, not much was going on in the neighborhood as I well knew. I chased him about a bit, and easily knocked over a few loose stones in the front garden. I found what I was looking for – the spare key. I swept it up and tucked it into my sock. Got Jim back on the leash and was one my way.

 

I drove two towns away to get the spare key made. And that night I replaced the original back under the rock.

 

It was finally THE night, Friday night.  I saw the airport taxi pick up her parents. I walked Jim at about 8 pm and confirmed that Mrs. Stipler had started her nightly dozing in front of the television, and I could see that Amanda was in her room, I could hear the music coming out of the open window.

 

I knew this was the time. I quickly walked Jim back to the house. Waiting another hour or so until it was fully dark, I quickly jumped the few fences in the back yards making my way to theirs. I swiftly made my way around the front of the house, and after a quick glance around to make sure I wasn’t noticed I let myself in with the key I had made.

The second I entered the house I could smell her. Her body luring me to her. The erection in my pants was unbearable. I had to talk to her about doing this to me. I had to teach her that she couldn’t just put these things out there and not expect a man to act on them.

 

The downstairs was dark, I took my time going room to room to familiarize myself with it and to make sure plans hadn’t changed, that she was indeed alone. Fully satisfied I snuck upstairs. I took a quick inventory of the empty bedrooms up there as well and made my way last to her room. The music was still going, I smiled. She knew to play the music loud – she had been waiting for me. I took a deep breath and steadied myself. I then casually opened the door and stepped through. She immediately noticed me, but didn’t say a word. She looked stunned, and then confused. I took advantage of those few surprised seconds and walked up to her and covered her mouth with my hand. She struggled but was no match for me. I dragged her with me to the window that I shut. I pulled the shade and curtains and then lowered the music. Her arms were scratching at me. Her legs kicking. She let out a muffled “mmmpphhh”  The feel of her body excited me.

I sat on her bed and pulled her down with me setting her on my lap.

My other arm reached around her waist holding down her arms and pressing her on me. I talked slowly, softly into her sweet scented hair.

“You quite down now and you wont be hurt, do you understand” she nodded and I felt her tears falling onto my hand. “I’m going to let go of your mouth – if you scream I’m going to have to hurt you” and with that I let go of her mouth. She immediately tried to scramble up off my lap and screamed. I couldn’t help what happened next. With all my force I slapped her down. Her screaming stopped as she hit the floor. She lay there weeping holding her face. Her thin body shaking with each sob. I started to feel sorry for her and then I got angry. She had spent the last three months tempting me and now she was going to try to get out of it. She was a prick tease and needed a lesson.

 

I wrapped my hand around a chunk of her long silky hair and pulled her up, she screamed again, and I pushed her hard down face first into her mattress. She quieted again. “You dirty little cunt, I told you not to say a word didn’t I!” she didn’t answer me. I reached out with my other hand, with one hand still holing her down face first, and I opened the drawer closest to me. Luckily it was her underwear drawer, I pulled out a pair of light pink cotton ones. I turned her over and when she opened her mouth again – In I stuffed them. I pulled the duct tape off my belt and taped the panties in place. I had successfully silenced the little cunt. I taped her hands behind her as well. Her body was still shaking in sobs as her beautiful green eyes followed my movements. I calmed myself once again and knew I could take my time.

 

I sat her up on her bed as I looked around her room. She was everything I imagined her to be. She had a lovely girly bedroom in pale pink and purples. Her closet had the all the cute little short sets I had seen her in plus some nice dresses and some winter clothes.

 

I saw her hamper and rooted through it until I found a pair of her panties. I couldn’t help but sniff them. My erection wouldn’t stop.

 

It was time I showed her why I was here.

 

I walked to the bed, and she jumped as I sat down next to her. I reached out and soothed her hair down. And felt the soft heat of her cheek. My hand went down the side of her jaw to the elegant thin long neck. I had dreamed of her neck for what seems like forever.

She was wearing a purple tank top with light yellow trim. Her breasts strained against the soft fabric, her nipples practically bursting through the fabric weave.  My hand sought her breast through her top, her hot nipple pressed against my palm. Overcome, I groaned and pulled off her tank top tearing it at the straps. It came easily away, as she planned it, no doubt.  She began to whimper once her lovely young breasts were exposed. I dipped my head down and gingerly took her thick puffy brown nipple into my mouth. I was in heaven as my lips wrapped around it and I felt it swelled against my tongue in response to the sucking. She tasted as sweet as I thought she would. Her aroma wafted into my nostrils as my mouth feasted on her lovely tits. The aching in my pants called further. I fervently moved my kisses lower, over her bronze flat stomach. Lower still to the top of her matching shorts. I quickly pulled them down. Over her feet. I stopped to gaze over her . Laying there in only a pair of light purple panties. She looked back at me , her eyes wide and afraid. Her feet were not bound but she didn’t kick or fight anymore. I knelt between her legs and put my mouth over her young womanhood, still clad in her panties. My tongue dared to dart out and I tasted her through her panties. I pressed harder with my tongue and felt her labia part under the thin cotton. I dared go further and pushed aside her now saliva soaked panties and caught my first look at her soft sweet virginal crotch. It was only sparsely covered with the lightest golden hair. Her lips were a bit swollen from my mouth play and seemed to call to me.

I reached up and fully pulled the panties off her. I spread her long thin legs before me and started to run my tongue along her tight slit. Her lips swelled further, parting, exposing her pink insides. I caught sight of her little bud. I fixed my lips over it and let my tongue flick at it softly. I felt her body tense then relax as I worked my mouth on her young flower. I glanced up at her face. She was still crying, but I could see the pleasure in her eyes. I ate her with all the lust I had in me, dipping my tongue deep into her slit and breeched her tight hole.

She tasted of the sweetest honey you could imagine. When I could take no more I stood up and began to undress. I saw my pretty little princess naked laying on her soft frilly bed. She wore a fake little scared expression on her face but I knew she wanted this. She had been begging for it, her pussy told me she was ready for me. When she saw me pull my pants off unleashing my 8 inch throbbing uncut shaft she began to whimper again and shook her head back and forth. I smiled at her, and crawled again between her legs. I knelt above her and reached down to caress her lovely breasts again, pinching her peaks until her body arched for me. I drifted lower and massaged again her clit until she was once again moist.

Then I positioned myself at her small opening. I held her legs firmly under my arms, virgins were often squirmy and I knew it was best to enter swiftly. I pushed the head of my shaft into the small hole until I felt more resistance. Then I made sure that I firmly had her legs and I pushed my shaft hard and swiftly deep into her. I felt her hymen snap under the pressure and the warmth of the blood surround my cock as I drove it into her. Once I was fully in her I just held it there. She was thrashing around and screaming into the balled up underwear in her mouth. I only laughed. Virgins are always surprised at the pain when I first enter them. I knew by the end of the night  I would have her purring for my cock.

I moved my cock in and out of her in quick swift motions. She wasn’t going to get any pleasure from this fuck so I mine as well get mine.

I was rough with her, thrusting deep into her. It didn’t take me long to cum, and I shot my hot load deep inside of her pussy. It feels so good when I do that. Exhausted I left my cock in her as I laid myself on her and closed my eyes. I woke up at least an hour later. My cock had shrunk and had come out of her. She was laying still under me. I got up off of her and saw the mess she had made on the bed. My cum mixed with her blood left a pink puddle under her ass.

 

I hate when a girl is messy like this. I started to holler at her, not too loud, but loud enough to get it through to her how angry I was with her. I turned off the music and turned out the light in her room. It was after midnight and I didn’t want the neighbors – should they look, be suspicious.

I dragged her off the bed and into the adjourning bathroom. I put her in the tub and ran the hot water until she began to shriek. I then added some cold. She needed it to be hot to wash away her filth.

 

I told her to stay there and I’d be back to clean her. I then went back to her room and pulled off the comforter. I found the laundry room quickly, put her comforter in the washer, and started the cycle.

 

When I got back to the bathroom she was still in the tub crying.

I couldn’t help myself. Why was she crying so much. After I gave her what she had been begging from me for 3 months! I smacked her across her face and told her to shut up. I removed the tape and underwear from her mouth and told her if she said on word that I’d kill her.

I cut the tape of her hands and let her arms loose as well. She just sat there light a frightened doll. I took soap and a washcloth and began to clean her. I started with her neck and her breasts, when I got to her crotch I scrubbed well to get rid of the mess she had made.

I even inserted two fingers covered with the washcloth into her pussy. She pretended it hurt but she kept quite.

 

After her bath I wrapped her in a thick towel and told her t o sit on the toilet. She did as she was told. I couldn’t help but smile as I showered. Keeping my eye on her. I knew my girl was going to come to respect me as she should. After we were both clean and dried off we went to her parents room. I rooted around in the closet and drawers as she sat on their bed. I found interesting things.

Her mother had a nice collection of dildos and vibrators and pops had a nice collection of mom with those dildos and vibrators.

 

It gave me an idea. I laid the two larger dildos one was black the other pink on the bed. I then found the polaroid camera that had taken the mothers pictures. Then I told my girl to use those toys on herself.

She didn’t want to. I gave her a couple of smacks across her face, one bringing some blood to her lip, she quickly agreed.

 

She had a tough time getting them in at first and I had found her some lube in her moms night stand. But soon she was spread out on her parents bed and grunting and whimpering as she inserted the large black dong into her pussy. I directed her how to fuck herself with it. I took pictures and my erection grew larger. Seeing her soft pink folds envelope that black dong was too much for me to take. A few more pictures and I was ready for her again. This time I bent her lithe frame over the club chair in her parents bedroom and took her soft pussy from behind. I entered her easily as she was already stretched and lubed from the dildo. I didn’t take it too easy on her this time either, she had shown herself to be the whore that she is and she deserved to be fucked well. I drove myself into her as she whimpered and cried out as loud as she dared. I grabbed her ass and pulled the cheeks opened. I spit on her asshole and as I was about to cum, I popped my thumb into her ass, and she screamed out from the pain, which only made me cum harder.

 

After I had finished and pulled out of her she was sobbing.

I sat back on her parent’s bed and had a smoke. I watched her as she sat there cowering next to the chair I had just bent her over.

Her long hair was a tangled mess. Her face was dirty with her tears.

I was repulsed. I got up quite disappointed with her and told her to clean herself again, and to do so as well as I had cleaned her.

She didn’t move at first, so I gave her a nice kick, which landed on her arm. She cried out and asked me not to hit her again. She was pissing me off crying like this. I hadn’t done a damn thing she didn’t want me to. So I grabbed her hair and pulled her back to her bathroom. I pushed her in and she landed on the ground.

I told her again – to clean herself and come to the kitchen when she was through. I listened from outside the door for a few minutes until I was sure she was showering.

I went back to her parent’s room and straightened it up a bit. I also took a quick hot shower in their bathroom to clean myself of her.

I was down in the kitchen a good 10 minutes having a cup of coffee when she came in. She was dressed in pink flannel pajamas.

I held my temper, although I was furious. I never instructed her to dress in anything. She was very disobedient. However, I refrained from scolding her for the time being. I told her to get herself something to eat. She got herself a bowl of cereal but didn’t eat much. We sat at the kitchen table as the sun came up.

I looked at my watch , it was almost 6 am. I hadn’t finished with her but I couldn’t stay too much longer. That old hag from across the street would be checking in on her around 10.

 

So I got up and motioned for her to follow me.

I took her into the family room and had her sit on the couch.

I found the family camcorder where I had spied it earlier.

I hooked it up to the television and focused it on the couch.

 

She watched in complete silence. She was learning.

I sat next to her and put my arm around her drawing her close to me.

Her small frame was shaking. I spoke softly, but clearly.

“Do you remember those pictures from earlier?” she nodded her head “Good, I knew you would.” I pushed her hair back from her face, and  put a finger under her chin to have her face me. “Well sweets that is my security. I wasn’t in those pictures. They were just of you and your momma’s nasty sex toys.” I looked into her large doe like eyes as the tears silently fell from them. “What we are now going to do is give me a little memento of our time together. You want to make me happy don’t you?” She nodded again. She was learning very well.

I then sat back on the sofa and instructed her to stand, and take off her clothes. She did. I had her sit on the sofa’s arm as I video taped her soft pink pussy, I Opened her swollen lips, exposing her hot pink insides. She sat still and did not object to my probing. I licked at her sweet box, tasting her fresh cunny. My dick was hard again. I told her to get on her knees before me and use her mouth on it. Again she did so. I videotaped her pretty mouth sliding up and down my shaft. My cock getting harder and harder each time it slid into her mouth. I stopped her. Set the camera on the television so it again had a great shot of the two of us on the couch. I sat and then pulled her backwards to strattle my lap. My hands on her soft hips I guided her down further, till my dick was at the entrance of her pussy. I can see her face as the camera captured it and showed me in the large tv screen. She was crying. I trust into her, pulling her down on me fully.

She yelled out in pain as my cock fully sheathed itself in her already abused hole. I guided her to ride my cock like this, once she got used to the pace I used one hand to reach around and squeeze her soft puffy nipples. The other hand found its way between her folds, rubbing her little clitty.

She was riding my cock nice and hard and enjoying it. When I knew I was going to cum, I pulled her off me and threw her down on her knees. I then jacked my cock off on her face, covering her pretty pouty face with my love goo.

 

It was 7 30 am. The neighborhood was waking up around me.

I finished my tasks quickly. Making sure, she was washed of any trace of me. I instructed her well in cleaning the house, and herself. I reminded her again of the pictures I had and of the videotape.

I made sure she believed me when I told her if she told a soul I would kill her. Then I left out of the back of the house. Through a few yards and to my own.

 

She never called the cops or told a soul. I admit I was nervous the first few days. I waited for them to show up. But they never did.

This only proved to me further that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

I want to go back to her. I hear her calling again. But her parents are home. I’ve kept to myself this past week so I have no idea when they might be heading out of town again.

I do have a plan though. I could always bring her here. To my place.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shortly before she left we had been doing some bondage. I had her tied down to the bed, on her knees and was spanking her. That’s when it hit me the ultimate in humiliation.

 

I let Jim into the room and watched as Jim at at her pussy. Oh sure she objected. She damn near bit the ball gag that was in her mouth in half. But she enjoyed Jims attentions.

Jim wanted to fuck her and I should have let him, but she was excessively upset already.

 

She wasn’t the same again and left shortly there after.

 

Jim was a real comfort to me then. I spent many nights alone with him, the two of us exploring each other. I let him lick my cock and balls. I gave him the same pleasure.

I had no taste for his hairy dog cock or his bitter cock that came out when he got worked up, but it was only fair.

 

About 3 months after my ex had left I had gotten drunk and Jim and I had a go at it.

This time I was on my knees letting Jim lick my shaft from behind. Enjoying the new experience when his rough powerful tongue lapped up to my ass. Soon he was focused on lapping my ass and my cock couldn’t of been harder. I stuck my ass up in the air giving him full access. I reached between my legs and began to jerk off while he ate my ass.

Suddenly Jim jumped up. I struggled back but between the booze, and me having my hands caught under me It was useless. I felt his hot sticky meat poking at my ass trying to find an opening. Something in me changed. I arched my back, resulting in my ass going higher and that did the trick. He thrust his thin slick dog shaft straight into my virgin man hole. It hurt but in a good way. Jim pumped away at me. His claws digging into my back. I resumed jerking my hard shaft as my dog fucked me in the ass.

Then something happened. I felt something pushing into my ass. Something huge. I panicked and tried to get up but all it did was help him push it in further. His knot slipped past my entrance and locked into my hole. I cried out in pain but Jim didn’t relent. He just kept pounding at me. My cock went limp from the pain. All I could do is lay there and cry into the couch. I soon felt Jim cuming. It felt like a high-pressure hose squirting his hot doggie love liquid deep in me. When he was fully spent his cock slipped from my ass and Jim jumped down and curled into a ball in the corner and licked his cock.

Slowly I moved. My body was hurt. My ass was burning. I made my way to the bathroom to view the damage. My ass was gaped open, his white dog cum oozing out mixed with my own blood. I cleaned myself up and limped off to bed.

The next few days I wasn’t he kindest person to Jim. I refused to play with him.

However as time passed so did my anger. He was only doing what he needed to do.

That’s about the time I began to give back to Jim.

I went to the pet store and bought a muzzle for Jim. That night I set my plan in action.

I drank some Jack Daniels getting myself more than tipsy. I also gave some to Jim too. He loved the stuff. When we were both stumbling around I got out the leather muzzle and put it on him. He was not a happy boy and did try to bite me. But the muzzle got on and I set about doing the task. I used plenty of lube rubbing it up and down my cock making it super slick. Then I grabbed hold of his rear. I poured some lube on his hole. Surprisingly he didn’t fight me. I grabbed hold his dog hips and poised myself to enter him.

He knew what was happening and tried to get away. He almost did a few times but I persisted. Finally I achieved my goal. I felt my cock head slip into his dark hole, and suddenly it was sucked deep into him. He was whimpering when I looked down and saw half my man shaft buried in his hot ass. I moved it in and out slowly. Never daring to push it in further. I didn’t want to hurt him. But the longer I held back the harder my cock got and the stronger my desire to bury myself in him. My sexual frustration took over and I was soon sliding further into his ass. His ass took me deep, sucking my cock in Jim was loving it. He had a deep growl going on in his throat but he was standing rather still allowing me to stick my cock in his ass. He stretched open to take me. I must of fucked his ass a good 10 minutes before I plunged my cock to the hilt and shot my seed deep in his ass.

 

When I finally pulled out of him and removed the muzzle he sulked off into the other room. It too him a few days to be friendly to me again. But he realized that it was only fair. Since then we have often enjoyed each others company. I ever let him fuck a girl I had picked up once. She was freaked out but I held her down as he fucked her pussy and then ate her out.

 

I’m thinking about getting Jim a girlfriend, and maybe having him share her with me.

 

 

 

But on with the story.

My third night there I was lying alone in the dark and draft room I had been given.

My stepmother was out at her job working 3^rd shift at the local stop and shop.

It must have been around 1 am when I heard the warped door from the kitchen to my room scrape open. I laid there afraid to move, feigning sleep.

When I felt the covers start to be pulled off me I turned and grabbed for them, looking up and in to my horror seeing the woman’s two sons there, trying to pull the blanket off of me. They both wore sinister looks on their faces and the most horrific part was that they were both nude, with jutting hard ons.

Now they weren’t bad looking guys. The oldest was 20 and the younger was 17. Both were fully matured, as I could plainly see.

I let out a scream, but Jonas, the younger one jumped over and covered my mouth.

“shut you little cunt” he whispered harshly to me.

Jeremiah, the older one snickered and instructed Jonas to tape my mouth shut, which he did with duct tape. I tried with all my might to fight and lash out at them but they just laughed more and held me down. The two made quick work of removing my night gown and my underwear, leaving me full exposed, my  body softly lit by the moon light that seeped in between the boards. It was a cold night my body was shivering.

“Hot Damn Jeremiah look at her nipples!” Jonas exclaimed reaching out and grabbing one of my large hard nipples. “She ain’t got much tit but these nipples are great”

Jeremiah responded with a grunt, he was moving towards me, and was soon spreading my legs. I again tried to struggle, and again it was no use. In moment, I felt his thick manhood at the entrance of my vagina. Still struggling but quickly loosing the battle, I felt him grab my slim hips and pull me onto his shaft in one quick motion. I screamed against the duct tape as his cock slid up into me. It felt like a hot poker being shoved deep into my soul. Jonas pulled my pillow out from under me and covered my face with it to muffle the noise. I continued to scream into the pillow as Jeremiah thrusted himself into me roughly. I felt his penis swell within me and then dump his seed into my womb.

He pulled his softening penis from within me, and Jonas let up on the pillow.

It wasn’t long before the younger boy took his place between my legs and entered me just as roughly. The way was made easier because I was now slick with Jeremiah’s juices.

But the boy was more clumsy about it and hurt me even more as he raped me he reached down and pulled at my nipples, saying dirty things like “Oh yea sis you really are tight”

Jeremiah was still in the room. I had stopped screaming even though the pain continued.

Jonas was done even quicker than his brother, the two were soon done and left the room.

Left me naked, soiled and alone. I reached up and ripped the tape off my mouth and curled onto my side. The tears pouring down my face, my body racked with silent sobs.

 

I didn’t sleep that night. I heard the woman come in right after dawn. I got up and dressed myself again. As I thought she threw open my door and shouted “Get the hell out of bed girl, the boys and your daddy will be up soon make them some breakfast”

That is how it went on for the next 3 days. My waking hours were filled with cleaning and cooking for my father the woman and her two sons, and my nights were filled with being the sexual toy of the two boys. On the Fourth morning, my seventh in the house my father announced at breakfast that he was taking me to visit my mother at the rehab.

Relieved that perhaps I could figure a way out of this hell, I went and dressed quickly, and waited in the car for my father.

He got into the car, and without exchanging two words we were on our way.

Twenty minutes into the trip I realized something was wrong. Instead of the scenery getting more city like, it was getting more rural. When he pulled off the road onto a dirt path my stomach started retching. When he pulled up in front of the shack, I almost actually passed out.

I woke up and looked around me. I was on the floor of a small shack, no larger than the room I had back at my fathers house. The pretty sundress I had put on to see my mother was pushed up around my waist, the panties I had put on were gone.

I pushed myself up off the floor and that’s when my father smacked me across my face hard. I fell back hard against the floor banging my head.

My father was yelling at me, calling me a filthy whore. I cried.

He came up to me on the floor put his face inches from mine, I could smell the sour booze on his breath. “You are a dirty whore like your mother” he snarled, and at the same time I felt him push two of his rough dirty fingers up inside me.

I cried out and he bellowed for me to shut up. “ I heard the boys talkin’ about you yesterday” he said, still pushing his fingers in and out of me. “Talkin about how good you were” I tried to open my mouth to tell him I hadn’t wanted it, but his other hand came out and smacked me again. “Soiled, you soiled yourself you little whore, that was the one thing that made me take you in you know, knowing I could get your cherry myself”

I was shocked and terrified. To my relief he slipped his fingers out of me, but me relief was brief, because those fingers moved further down to my bum.

I tried to get away but he was strong. He quickly turned me over and pulled me onto my knees, first he insert his two fingers into my tight young ass, I screamed loud as he did it.

“Yea scream you little whore, no ones to hear you here”. He removed his fingers, and after a moment I felt his man sized dick at my rear entrance. “Worse thing is you little whore, is I bet you didn’t know Jonas and Jeremiah are your half brothers” he said this as he shoved his manhood into my bottom. The following hours were hell on earth.

My father was a grown man, his penis was large and swollen. Worse of all because of the booze he was able to hold his orgasm out for hours. He took turns plundering my ass and then my vagina and then my mouth. Finally at the end of the ordeal he emptied himself into my mouth, instructing me to swallow him.

He put me into the back of his car and drove me home. Both he and the boys left me alone for the next few days. I was thankful. The woman, had beat me the second day after my father raped me, when she had finally figured out all that had gone on. She told me I was a no good slut like my mother. She screamed at me how she had my father long before my mother and he met, and her boys were the proof, her boys, who I had lured and seduced into my bed were my own half brothers. And how I was the devil because I had cajoled my father into carnal acts. I denied it at first, but after her fists, and strikes with the broom I simply cowered in the corner, accepting her words.

I was made to sleep out in the shed after that. She said that she was not going to let such evilness beneath her roof.

I ended up at that house for 14 months, while my mother recovered and got herself back on her feet. I was subjected to sexual humiliations beyond imagination.

 

I have to tell my tales, and you readers are the only ones I can share them with.

 

 

 

After two mo