ning her blouse, she had resigned herself to staying in the privacy of her own house. Tonight however, she had no choice but to leave.

It was her birthday and Adam wanted to do something special. He had saved up some money from his paycheck from the computer store he worked at, and made reservations at one of the nicer restaurants in town. Despite how nervous Tristan was about going, she agreed to make her son happy.

She looked over at her son, noticing how mature he looked now. Just as they were pulling in front of the restaurant, Tristan realized that once again her mammoth breasts had decided to expel milk.

"Damn it" she said disappointedly. "I can’t believe it happened again."

Tears filled her eyes as she looked over at her son. He was slightly disappointed, knowing now the plans had to be cancelled. He had so looked forward to taking his mother out for a nice dinner. He smiled at her, placing his hand reassuringly on her shoulder.

"It’s ok mom. I’ll take you home and we can celebrate there." he softly replied.

Tristan looked up into her son’s eyes, seeing the love and compassion he felt for her. The two of them had relied so much on each other over the years it seemed now he felt it was his turn to take care of her. The two of them were quiet on the way home, making time seem to pass even more slowly than it actually did. She kept adjusting her jacket, trying to cover the wet material.

Once they arrived home, Adam helped his mother out of the car and led her into the house. After getting her settled in her room to change, he made a phone call and ordered in delivery from the Italian place down the street. He was disappointed that it was going to take so long and nearly reconsidered when he noticed that she had not returned from her room, worrying him that something was wrong.

As he crept up the stairs, he listened for any indication of what she was up to. When he stood at her slightly ajar door, he could hear her sobbing softly. He peeked in to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing only a pair of white cotton panties, her face buried in her hands as she cried.

"Mom?" he said as he pushed the door open. "What’s wrong?"

Tristan grabbed for the blanket to cover herself, causing her to hit her sore breast with her arm and more milk to spill from her thick brown nipples. Adam didn’t even seem to notice that she was naked, his eyes remained locked on her face. He knelt down on one knee in front of her, looking up into her face as she stared back at him.

He reached up wiping away the tears. "Mom what’s wrong?" he asked in a concerned tone.

"Look at me Adam. I am disgusting. My breasts are sore and constantly leaking milk unless I pump them several times a day. I haven’t been able to shave my legs or anything else properly since my stomach has gotten so big. I am hideous." she sobbed.

"Mom you are not hideous. You are beautiful." he answered.

More milk leaked from her, wetting the blanket she clutched to cover her bare breasts. She began to cry harder, making Adam notice the wetness. He tried to stop her tears, wanting so badly to see her smile again.

"Where’s the pump mom?" he asked softly, hoping to help alleviate some of her stress.

"It’s on the dresser over there," she answered as she pointed toward the opposite side of the room.

Adam stood up, spotting the device and going to retrieve it. Just as he started to pick it up, he dropped the device, causing it to clatter to the floor. They both watched in horror as the cup that covers the nipple snapped off sharply. His face went white with horror as he picked up the pieces, trying to put it together again.

He turned to his mother, unsure what to say or do.

"I’m... I’m so sorry mom." he said as he presented her with the broken pieces.

"Oh god no," she whispered as she tried not to break into tears again.

"I’ll go pick up a new one tomorrow mom. I promise. I didn’t mean to..." his words were cut off.

"It’s ok Adam. I can get another one tomorrow. I don’t know how I’m going to deal with this tonight." she answered, trying to compose herself.

Adam stared at his mother for a moment, wracking his brain to think of some way to ease the pain she was feeling. The only idea that hit him seemed so unorthodoxed and wrong he was almost afraid to suggest it, but seeing her grimmace as from the pain of her aching breasts, he knew he had to do something.

"Mom, I want to help," he said, moving his hand to the edge of the blanket as he started to gently pull it away from her mammoth breasts.

"Adam what are you doing?" she shrieked, shaken by his action.

"Mom, it’s my fault that the pump broke, let me help take the pressure away." he said softly as he looked into her eyes. "I just want to help mom."

She eased her grip on the blanket, letting him pull it away with ease. Timidly Adam cupped one of her breasts in his hand, bringing the distended nipple closer to his mouth. Tristan tensed up as she felt his warm breath on her skin, but remained still in hopes that his actions would help.

His lips attached to her breast as he softly began to suckle. Slowly Tristan felt the pressure in her left breast easing as he eagerly gulped down every drop of her milk. The taste of it was odd to Adam but not unpleasant. He knew deep down even if it was, he would still do his best to ease her suffering.

Despite his intentions, he could feel his body reacting to the feel of her warm breast cradled in his hands. Tristan too was feeling the familiar tingling, causing her to groan slightly. Her son’s mouth voraciously sucked her aching teat, drinking down the thin liquid that it expressed. Soon the swelling was leaving as he drained her milk. He looked up at his mother as he let her nipple slip from his mouth.

"Mom, lay back on the bed, I know this can’t be very comfortable for you." he said searching her eyes.

"Ok Adam," she purred softly.

As she moved, he stood up quickly, hoping to hide the erection that now throbbed in his pants. Tristan caught a glimpse of the bulge as he moved, making her smile. She could not believe that her son was getting so aroused by sucking the milk from her breast. She laid back on the bed, getting comfortable as he moved to the right side and climbed on the bed as well.

Her panties were soaked with her musky wetness as his mouth found her nipple. The relief of having the excess milk drained, caused her to sigh happily as she stroked his hair. The scent of her dripping sex made it’s way to Adam’s nostrils, causing him to quickly realize that he wasn’t the only one who was affected by the actions.

He diligently sucked, savoring each warm mouthful of milk before swallowing it down hungrily. He tested his luck as his courage mounted, sliding his hand over his mother’s swollen belly and toward those white cotton panties. As his hand dipped down between her firm thighs, he could feel the soaking wet fabric graze his skin. He quickly brushed his fingers over the crotch, feeling more wetness seeping out.

Tristan moaned, lost in a web of desire. Her thighs parted slightly further as his fingers toyed with the wet material. He could feel her bulging pussy lips parting as he traced up and down them before moving to her clit. She let out a loud moan as his fingers strummed the little nub, causing her to tremble. It was the first time in months she had been touched by anyone but the doctor or herself. Her legs spread a little wider, inviting him to continue.

Adam needed no encouragement, his fingers moved over her dripping wet slit slowly as he pushed the panties aside. He could feel the heat radiating from deep inside her and knew he had to be in there. Two of his fingers pushed slowly between her lips as he carefully inserted it. He began to work his finger in and out of her as his thumb worked over her clit. Her hips began to rock to meet his pace, trying to force him deeper inside her greedy cunt.

His pants felt as if they had shrunk two sized since he began feeding on her delicious milk. It felt as if his throbbing cock was going to burst through the fabric that held it captive. He couldn’t resist it any longer. Adam reached down and unfastened his pants, working them down as quickly as he could.

Tristan knew as soon as his fingers left her cunt what he was about to do. She knew deep down that it was wrong but there was no turning back now. She had felt his touch and her body yearned for more. Then for the first time, she felt the smooth tip of his cock rub against her pussy lips. She let out a soft gasp as they parted for him, letting him ease the head in.

His lips released her thick brown nipple as he positioned himself on all fours between her legs. His eyes met hers as he searched them for a sign of forgiveness for what he was about to do. Instead he was greeted with the same lusty stare he possessed. Her hips lifted slightly off the bed, silently offering herself to her son.

He gently began to sink into her, filling her with his swollen shaft. Tristan let out a loud moan as he soon hilted himself inside her. All 7 inches of his cock were hugged by her velvety walls as he remained still for a moment, enjoying the feel of her pussy wrapped around him. His head lowered as he once again took her nipple into his mouth and suckled as his hips began to pump.

Tristan could not believe how intense it felt. The feel of his mouth working her breast and his rigid cock filling her, quickly brought her to the first glorious orgasm of the night. He let her nipple slip from his mouth as he looked up at her, resting his weight on his knees and hands as much as he could. He leaned down and passionately kissed her as he plunged deep into her wetness once again.

Her tongue sought out his as she wrapped her arms around his well toned body. She knew from this moment on she wanted only one man inside her. Another tumultous orgasm built up inside her, causing her hips to buck at a frenzied pace, but Adam kept control of himself. His thrusts were deep and slow, leaving her on the edge for several moments.

She sucked his tongue as it massaged hers, raking her nails down the center of his back as they kissed. Tristan needed release now and she was determined to get it. Adam’s willpower was quickly running out as she began to contract her muscles around him, milking his cock skillfully as it slipped in and out.

He moaned into the kiss, fighting with all his might to hold out just a little longer. He pulled back, staring down into her eyes as he began to pump harder and faster. He knew he couldn’t fight it any longer. He had to cum inside his beautiful mother. Adam gritted his teeth as he struggled not to get too rough and just jackhammer away at her like she was some cheap slut. He groaned loudly, throwing his head back as he cried out "OH GOD MOM,".

Tristan screamed in orgasmic delight, her entire body shaking as she drenched his shaft in her own juices as it pumped torrents of thick cum deep inside her already full womb. He collapsed against her as their orgasms trailed off. She tenderly stroked his hair as she held him close.

"My god Adam, that was amazing," she softly said.

"Mom, I have wanted to do that for such a long time. You have no idea how sexy I have always thought you are," he blushed as he told her. "I’ve wanted to make love to you since I knew what sex was. Now that I have.... I don’t ever want to stop."

Tristan was taken back by his confession. She had always thought he was an incredibly sexy young man but rationalized it as a mother’s pride in her son. Now that she had experienced his touch, she knew she had to have him as her lover permanantly.

"You don’t have to Adam. I want you as my lover from now on," she said with a soft smile.

Just then the doorbell buzzed loudly for several seconds. In his passionate pursuit, he forgot all about the take out. He quickly pulled his pants up and sprung off the bed. He was a bit disheveled as he opened the door to see the beautiful girl that sat next to him in english class standing there with the order. She blushed when she saw him.

"That will be $22.50," she said in a hushed tone.

He handed her $30 and smiled. "Keep the change." he said as he took the containers from him.

"Thanks, and have a good night Adam, though it sounds like you were already having one." she giggled and walked off the porch.

He quickly shut the door and laughed to himself. It didn’t take him long to gather up a couple of plates and silverware and return to his mother. After dinner was over, he planned to spend the rest of the night exploring his new lover in every way possible, but for now, food and rest was what they both needed.

 

 

to the nature of their relationship. She had no idea how he truly felt about her. He had told her long ago that he loved her, but then he left her for several months without a word. When he returned, he was with someone new. He had not even taken the time to tell her. Still, she could not tell him no.

She ran her fingers over her sun kissed cheeks, looking hard for any imperfections he may find displeasing. She stared into her own eyes for a moment. Where there once was a glimmer of hope and happiness now was home to sadness so deep it consumed her soul. She brushed her dirty blond hair away from her face, forcing the best smile she could muster as she heard footsteps outside the front door.

She quickly scampered to the living room, stopping a few feet from the door. There she dropped to her knees, her body molding itself into the picture of submissive perfection. Her thighs spread widely, invitingly displaying her shaved, baby smooth flesh. She arched her back deeply, pushing her ample breasts forward. Keri drew in a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she focused on her love for him as she tried to rid herself of the thoughts that plagued her.

The backs of her hands came to rest squarely on her tanned thighs as she stared at the door handle… The knob turned slowly as the door swung open. Her gaze immediately dropped as she flashed her best attempt at a smile. Her breath stopped, anticipating his inspection of her. Scott closed the door, standing in front of her for a moment. He stroked her hair as he looked down at her with a pleased smile. This was where she was expected to be whenever he arrived.

"Well little one, I see you have not forgotten how to greet me," he said

He walked past her, making his way toward the chair at the opposite side of the room. He sat down, his eyes remaining on her, and pointed to the spot directly in front of his feet without speaking as much as a syllable. Obediently, Keri placed her palms on the floor in front of her, crawling to him like a lowly animal and resumed her position at his feet.

 

"Very good little one, now remove My shoes and socks," he said as he sunk back into the chair.

Keri nodded slightly, her fingers immediately worked to untie his shoes. She slid them off, his socks following after each, and laid them next to the chair. She sat back on her heels again, her hands falling to her thighs as she awaited his next command. He smiled, just staring at her for a moment. He stood up, tossing his blue Abercrombie & Fitch t-shirt onto the sofa.

"Well girl, what are you waiting for," he asked, his crotch inches from her face.

Her fingers fumbled to unfasten his pants as quickly as she could, sliding them down his legs. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside for the moment. She wrapped her long, slender fingers around his swollen shaft as she leaned forward. Holding him steady, she guided the head of his cock between her soft pink lips.

Her tongue worked in small circles as it languidly lapped at the smooth skin. She began to feed his cock into her warm wet mouth slowly. With her lips wrapped tightly around him, she began to suck lightly at first. He reached down, grabbing a handful of her hair as he forced the length of his cock into her throat. She swallowed hard to keep herself from gagging as he assaulted her throat. Her tongue pressed firmly against the underside of her shaft as he fucked her mouth.

Keri hated herself for what she had become, but she could not tell him no. No one else had ever made her feel like he did. She hated the pain that he caused her both physically and emotionally, but the feelings his touch evoked surpassed the hatred. She worked her tongue along his cock, tracing the veins that ran along it as he forced it deep into her throat with every thrust. Her eyes closed, continuing to do her best to please him. Scott yanked her hair hard, pulling her off his throbbing shaft and forcing her onto the floor. She landed against it with a loud thud.

"Get on your hands and knees slut," he growled.

"Yes Master," she replied softly as she rolled into position.

His hand caressed her soft cheeks for a moment before he drew back, swatting her hard. Her skin quickly reflected back the angry red handprint. He forced her legs further apart, his left lining the head of his engorged shaft up with her tender pink slit. The tip nuzzled between her lips, allowing him to grip her hips with both hands. With a single, brutal thrust, Scott hilted himself inside her. Her body jolted back and forth like a shaken rag doll with the impact of each stroke. He growled and grunted as he plowed deep inside her.

Her soft whimpers went unnoticed as he reached down, giving her clit a harsh pinch. Her body stiffened, the sweet pain shot through her. Keri rocked back into his thrusts, her body beginning to crave more of his vicious lust. She knew he was the only one who could ever satisfy her need for such treatment. Her moans became louder with each thrust, feeling the head of his cock angrily stabbing at the opening of her cervix. He slammed his cock into her as hard as he could, forcing further into her. He stared down at his rigid shaft as it moved in and out of her. Thin streaks of blood lined his skin as he continued to ream her tight hole.

He moved his hand to her breast, squeezing it hard as his fingers sought out her nipple. Scott yanked the swollen pink nub, twisting it between his thumb and index finger. His nails dug into it as he tugged on it, causing Keri to shriek. Her body was trembling as each cruel gesture brought her closer to orgasm. Each cry was a plead for more, as she forced herself back into each thrust.

"If you want to cum, you better beg for it you filthy little whore," he stated as he reamed her abused cunt.

She whimpered loudly, struggling to keep herself from disobeying. Her body so close to climax that she was unsure she could do it.

"Oh Master, please let girl cum. Let her show You just how much she loves Your brutal touch. Please Master, let girl drench Your cock in her juices and cum for You," she pleaded between panting breaths.

"You have to do better than that slut," he replied.

"Oh fuck, Master, please let girl cum. Girl is so close, she just wants to please You Master. Please, girl will do anything if You let her cum, anything You wish Master," she begged. "Just let girl cum for You."

"You will do whatever I say anyway you sorry excuse for a cumdumpster," he groaned, pumping furiously into her.

"Oh god Master, girl can't hold out much longer. The feel of Your cock inside her makes her so hot," her words trailed off as she fought to keep control.

"Cum you fucking slut," he growled.

He felt the spasms around him as he began to fuck her harder, causing her to cry out in pain. The thin trickle of blood smeared over his cock as he hammered her as hard as he could. Her juices dribbled down from her tortured cunt each time he forced himself all the way inside her. His balls slapped loudly against the wetness that coated her clit.

Her body shuddered hard, still caught in the grips of the intense climax. She tried to form intelligible words but all she could muster was a tangled mess of guttural sounds. His fingers tangled in her hair, jerking her head back. He withdrew from her dripping wet cunt, placing the tip of his cock to her puckered anus.

"You are far from done bitch," he answered.

His cock jabbed into her, hilting itself with a single thrust. Keri cried out in pain as he ripped through the tight ring of muscles. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he impaled her on his throbbing cock. The tender lining of the dark opening felt as it if it was being shredded with each invasion. The pain subsided slowly, as her body became accustomed to his girth. His powerful thrusts became more intense. He grunted as he yanked her back into each thrust. Her hair felt as if it was being ripped out as he continued to ravage her body.

Her eyes clenched shut as he twisted the handful of hair in his grip. Her neck wrenched painfully as she moved her head to follow the motion of his hand. Her painful cries fueled him on as he continued to ream her tight little ass. He used that grip to yank her back into his thrusts, causing her extreme pain. She whimpered and moaned as he brutalized her puckered little opening. It did not take long for him to make her bleed from his cruel touch.

He stared down at the streaks of blood on his cock, making him only fuck her harder and faster. He always seemed to take great joy in abusing her body. She was the only girl who ever withstood the dark side of his lusts and begged for more. He grunted as he released her hair, his fingers moving to her hips. He grasped her tightly, digging his nails into her flesh as he pulled her back into each thrust, leaving little crescent shaped lacerations. She knew there would be bruises to match when he finished.

Keri could feel him throbbing inside her more intensely now. Her body ached from his touch, yet still continued to throw herself back into his pumping hips with all her might. The pain was intense but it was well worth it to please him. There was always that shred of hope that if she tried harder, if she gave all of herself to him that he would return her love.

His right hand moved, wrapping around her throat as he began to squeeze. She closed her eyes as she felt it becoming more difficult to breathe. She struggled for each breath, feeling lightheaded as he continued to tighten his grip on her. His hips slammed hard into hers, her breasts bouncing hard with each collision of their bodies. She was on the verge of collapse when she heard the familiar growl and the warm torrent of cum flood into her bowel.

The moment he released her throat, her arms gave out, dropping her upper body against the floor. He held himself inside her for a moment as he panted, catching his breath. She slowly composed herself, remaining on her hands and knees until his spent cock slipped from her abused hole. Immediately upon its withdrawal, Keri spun around, lowering her head and devouring his shaft. She dutifully licked it clean, making sure not to miss an inch. The metallic tang of blood nauseated her but still she continued in hopes of his approval.

He stroked her hair gently as she fed upon the mixture of juices that clung to his flesh.

"Good girl." he said, glancing over at the clock. "I need to get going. I have to pick up Cynthia. She's meeting my parents tonight."

He stumbled to his feet, pushing her away. She remained kneeling, her head hung as she tried to keep from crying in front of him. Scott dressed quickly and patted her on the head as he passed. Moments later, he was gone again and she was left alone with her self-loathing. Keri rose to her feet and went to the bathroom to try to wash away the filthy feelings that now consumed her.

sister had went away to college, she stayed over a lot more often when they would all be drinking. He loved having her around all the time but his libido quickly went out of control. It was all he could do to make it through a day without masturbating whilst thinking about her. Having her so close, yet not being able to honestly share his feelings about her was killing him. He knew things had to change or he would explode. It wasn't long until the perfect opportunity finally came around.

Tina and Mike had planned a huge party out at their place for their son's eighteenth birthday. Growing up Camden had taken sips of their drinks, and had a beer or two like most kids his age. That night, his parents saw no real problem with him doing a few shots as long as things didn't get out of hand. When Eden arrived she had clearly already been drinking. She grabbed Camden by the arm and lead him to the bar they had set up on the patio. Setting his present down on the counter she quickly scurried behind the bar and pulled out the bottle of tequilla. Camden had no idea what she had in store for him, but quickly he knew he was in for a surprise.

"O.K. baby since it is your 18th and tonight you become a man, " she winked at him. "I'm gonna teach you how to do a very special shot."

She grabbed a slice of lemon and the salt shaker, setting them down in front of her as she hopped up on the bar top. Mike laughed when he saw what she was preparing to do. She wiggled, letting the hem of her little black dress ride high up her thigs. Eden opened the bottle of tequilla, using a little to wet her finger she wiped the moistened digit across the top of her left breast. She quickly picked up the salt shaker, letting the little crystals cling to the moisture there. Camden's eyes widened as he watched her fill the shot glass, then nestle the alcohol filled vessel between her two ample breasts.

"Ok now remember, it's lick, drink and suck," she purred seductively before placing the lemon wedge between her pouty crimson lips.

For a moment all he could do was stare at her. Could this really be happening or was it just a hallicination? Camden swallowed hard as he lowered his head toward her breast. Timidly he ran his tongue over the salted skin before moving on toward the shot glass. Everyone at the bar watched him, laughing and cheering him on. It took him a couple tries to get the shot glass into his mouth enough to lift it from her cleavage. It was too surreal for him. If this was a dream he never wanted to wake up.

He sucked down the tequilla, spitting the glass out and placing it on the bar before he leaned in to take the lemon from her. His lips touched hers for a brief moment as he pulled the wedge from her mouth. She smiled as he pulled back, watching his face contort as he sucked the lemon. He spat out the rind and smiled at her half dazed from the near kiss. She raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"My turn. You get to hold my lemon for me now.... hmm now where should we stick the shot for me to get it," she chuckled.

Eden slipped down from the counter and stood up, giving Camden an evil smile.

Eden selected another lemon wedge. This one was dunked into the small plate of sugar, coating both sides before she presented it to him. Camden parted his lips, holding the lemon slice carefully as he watched her with growing anticipation. A shot glass was filled with vodka and given to her. She took him by the hand and led him over to the sturdy, wooden chaise lounge. Camden immediately sat down, leaning back comfortably against the thick cushions, the lemon wedge still in his teeth.

She knelt between his legs, holding the shot glass in front of his face. With a wicked smile she placed it balanced it on his crotch, noticing the growing bulge there. She heard the voice of his friend Brittian approaching, which only made her little stunt more delicious. She leaned forward, letting her hair spill down around her face, obscuring the view of the shot glass. Camden's friend arrived just in time to see what looked like the beginning of an amazing blowjob.

Eden took the glass between her lips, nuzzling against his crotch before she snapped her head back and downed the clear potent liquid. She took the glass from her mouth and leaned in, her body pressing heavily against Camden's as she took the lemon wedge. Instead of breaking contact immediately she gave him a brief kiss, deeply arousing the boy. Eden winked and climbed off the chair. She strutted over to the bar to get another drink and left to mingle with the other guests.

The rest of the night all Camden could think about was the feel of her body against his and that kiss. Eden was drinking entirely too much to drive home that night. It was obvious she would be crashing there once again. By the end of the night, they had done a couple more shots together. The more she drank the flirtier she got with each shot. Instead of kneeling between his legs she started straddling them, grinding hard against the bulge in his jeans each time she came up for the lemon slice.

It was getting pretty late when Camden's mom suggested he help her up to his sister's room, knowing that if Eden didn't go soon she would drink til she puked. Eagerly he agreed, setting off to find her once again. Eden was sitting down by the fire pit with a few other people, talking about tattoos and such. It took Camden a lot of effort to convince her to come back to the house with him, but finally he did.

On the way into the house Eden twisted her ankle, making it nearly impossible for her to stand on it. Camden dutifully scooped her up, carrying her up the stairs to his sister's room and setting her down on the bed.

"Does it still hurt?" he said gently taking a hold of her foot.

"Not that bad now, " she giggled.

"Is there anything you need before I go?" he asked hoping that he wouldn't have to go.

"No I'll be fine. I'm just gonna go to bed," she said before pulling him to her and hugging him tightly. "Happy birthday Cam. I hope it was a good one."

She went to give him a little peck of a kiss on the lips. He didn't know if it was the alcohol to blame or the way she had been teasing him all night, but when their lips touched, he knew he couldn't stop himself. He kissed her tenderly but with all of the passion a horny teen could possess. Eden's head was spinning from both the alcohol and the way he kissed her, making it impossible to push him away. Before she could even piece together what she was doing, Camden was laying her back on the bed.

Her hand stroked the back of his neck as they continued to kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, teasing hers as he laid on top of her. Finally the realization of what was happening set in, making her break the kiss. She stared up at him for a moment as she chose her words carefully.

"Camden, what are you doing?" she asked. "I mean, hell I'm way older than you. We shouldn't do this."

"Eden," he blushed. "Since the first time I saw you I have wanted to do this. I don't care if you are older than me, or that you're my parents' friend. I want you more than I have ever wanted anything."

He leaned in and kissed her quickly. It was the most special thing anyone had ever said to her. She wanted to stop but the way he kissed her was too good. She held him closer, running one hand up and down his spine as she kissed him deeply. The kiss was broken again as his lips moved across her cheek and to her neck. He kissed every inch of its delicate curve, breathing in the heady scent of her perfume. Her skin was so soft and warm, feeling better than he ever imagined.

She let out a soft moan as his hand moved to her left breast, massaging it gently through the fabric that covered it. His touch was so gentle yet so intense. He couldn't believe he was touching the goddess he had worshipped from afar for all those years. The straps of her dress slid down with ease as his lips traveled down her collarbone toward her breasts. She let out a soft gasp as his lips closed over the candy pink nipple, and he began to suck. He continued to move the fabric down her body, revealing more and more of her delicate skin.

He kissed across the valley between the two heaving globes and gave the opposite nipple the same tender attention before he began to kiss his way down her stomach. His lips barely brushed along her skin in some spots, then pressing heavier in other spots. His hand trailed down over the bunched up dress, edging toward its hem. Eden lifted her hips, allowing him to pull it off. His heart raced as he stared down at her nearly naked body. He moved his hand along her upper thigh as he stared down at the bewitching enchantress before him. He leaned back down and continued to kiss her neck once again

"Oh god Cam we shouldn't," Eden breathless whisper.

His fingertips found the now damp fabric of her thong. He began to rub along it slowly, listening to her moan softly. It felt like his cock was going to burst, ripping his pants open in the process. Her protests quickly stopped as he worked his finger under the wet material and brushed it directly over the velvety flesh beneath it. He dragged the tip of his finger down, letting it barely part her puffy pink lips. He gazed into her eyes as he brought the wet digit to his mouth, tasting her sweetness for the first time. Eden smiled up at him as she watched him savor the taste.

"God Eden, I can't believe how good you taste," he said as he edged down the bed.

It was too late to turn back now. Eden leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him deeply. She could taste the faint trace of her juices on his tongue as hers probed his mouth. She broke the kiss only long enough to pull his t shirt over his head and toss it aside. Again the kiss began, their bare flesh pressing hard against each other as they laid back down. Her nails raked down his back, leaving thin red streaks in their wake. Their moans mingled as their tongues explored each other's mouth. She broke the kiss, staring up at him lustfully.

"Take me Camden. I need to feel you inside me so bad," she pleaded.

He had longed to hear those words for so long. It almost seemed as if it was all a dream. He sat back on his feet for a moment as he just stared at the beautiful woman before him. He shook his head slightly, wanting to taste more of her sweetness before he moved on. He inched down the bed, positioning himself better for what he had in mind. He drew in a deep breath, reveling in the heady scent of her. The tip of his tongue timidly touched her moist flesh, illiciting a soft moan from her on contact. He dragged it slowly along the wet slit, letting the tip of his tongue part her lips slightly but not penetrate her. Her body tensed as she moaned again when he circled her clit, flicking his tongue over it lightly.

He used her sounds and movements to guide him as he explored her delicate pink flesh. His tongue again slipped between her lips, this time probing deeper inside her. The taste of her juices only made him crave more of them. He could not help himself as he wildly lapped at the increasing supply of her honey. His tongue curled inside her as it scooped out more and more of her delicious sweetness. Eden moaned loudly, writhing against the bed as her fingers gripped handfuls of the sheets beneath her. Finally, he felt it. Her muscles clenched and spasmed around his tongue as his tongue was baptized with wave after wave of her nectar. He greedily lapped up his reward before sitting back on his heels once again, smiling at her for a moment.

He stood and quickly maneuvered to remove his pants. Eden gasped when she saw his swollen cock for the first time. She had no idea how big it really was before that moment, but she was very impressed. He nervously looked at her, hoping he was adequate. Her eyes moved up his body, meeting his once again as he stood beside the bed. She sat up, moving to the edge of the bed in front of him. He could not believe what was happening. It was all too good to be true.

Her fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft as she moved closer. He stared down at her as her lips parted for him, allowing the head of his cock to slip inside. Her tongue danced over the smooth, warm skin as she sucked softly. He let out a loud groan as she slowly fed more of his thick cock into her mouth. His hand instinctively moved to her hair, stroking it softly as she devoured his rigid shaft. Her mouth felt heavenly as his cock pushed deeper inside. He was amazed at how skillfully she manipulated his flesh with her tongue and lips.

He soon had to stop her, knowing if he didn't he would surely cum in her mouth. Eden looked up at him, a pitiful look spreading across her face as she feared he did not enjoy her talent. He smiled at her as he tenderly pushed her back onto the bed. He knew that she would understand his reasons for stopping her now. She spread her legs, allowing him to slip between them. As he gripped the base of his cock, guiding it toward her glistening pussy, he stared at her face. He could not believe it. She looked as nervous as he was. The tip of his cock parted her lips, resting there for a moment before he slid it in further. Both gave passionate moans as he filled her.

Her hips lifted to meet his as he hilted himself inside her. He remained still for a moment, savoring the feel of the velvety soft walls gripping him, bathing his cock in her warm juices. Slowly, he began to withdraw, pulling nearly out before pushing back in. He rested his hands on either side of her, staring down into her eyes the entire time. He loved to watch her face as he thrust into her. The way she gasped and moaned fueled his passions, making his pace quicken slightly. The more into it she got, the louder her voice became, her moans turning to near screams of pleasure. He leaned down, kissing her deeply as he continued to make love to her.

She wrapped her arms tightly around him, pulling him down against her. Her breasts crushed against his chest as he let more of his weight rest upon her. Her hips bucked harder into each thrust as his rhythm quickened again. His cock throbbed inside her as he felt her muscles clench him tightly.

She slammed her head back against the bed, breaking the kiss as she moaned loudly, "OH GOD CAMDEN I'M CUMMING."

Her juices flooded out of her, washing over his swollen shaft and dripping out of her as he continued to hammer away at her dripping wet slit. He kissed her again forcefully, his tongue attacking hers as he pushed deeper inside of her. Their bodies moved frantically as each movement heightened the pleasure, sending Camden quickly into orgasm. He threw his head back, moaning her name loudly as the thick flood of cum rushed into her as her muscles milked every drop out. His body collapsed onto hers as they both laid there panting. Eden gently stroked his back as she closed her eyes, reveling in the intense orgasm's afterglow.

"Happy Birthday Camden," she whispered with a slight giggle to her voice.

"No Eden, thank you," he said as he leaned up on his elbow.

"Thank me?" she said in a puzzled voice.

"Yes, thank you for making this the best birthday ever. I love you Eden," he said before leaning down and kissing her tenderly.

Eden laid there in shock, barely able to kiss back. The words hit her hard. Now she had no idea what to do.

ut down. The fear was too real for her. After the years she spent trying to recover from the damage of the emotional terrorist she wasted a year and a half of her life on, her self-esteem remained shattered. It seemed as if nothing would ever put the pieces back together.

When Michael drifted into her life, she never suspected that things would change so quickly. There was just some inexplicable reason she felt so connected to him. She had never been as comfortable with anyone in her life as she had become around him. It was the first time she felt like she could be herself around anyone. When he started to break down those defenses she clung so dearly to, he would not let her run away. What surprised her most was that she did not even want to run from it. She was so lost in the excitement and fun that she forgot about what she had been trying to avoid for so long and just let herself go.

He had been hurt many times as well. Both of them had sworn off relationships because of the broken hearts in the past. Neither of them wanted to go through that pain again. Instead of just pushing people away like she often did, Michael hid behind an almost impenetrable shyness. With her that boundary around his heart seemed to melt away as easy as the morning sun melts the autumn frost.

Days turned into weeks, and that connection that was so strong between them, began to grow more intense. Neither of them would ever be able to pinpoint the exact moment it happened. All they knew was that it did happen with such ease that they did not see it coming. They could talk about anything and it would still be all right. There was nothing Lynn could not share with him. Slowly, she began to show him her scars. All Michael could do was tried to comfort her and assure her that she deserved better. He, too, began to open up, revealing things he had not told another living soul.

It was not until a cold Saturday afternoon that things suddenly began to change between them. She showed up at his apartment to spend the day with him. Michael gave her a hug like the ones he had given her many times before, but something felt different today. Lynn dismissed it as just having missed him more than she normally did lately. As they sat down on the sofa to talk, he sat closer than usual. Something like that typically would have made her uncomfortable very quickly. Today, it did not even register to her.

While they were talking about what they had been up to, it happened. It was the moment that would change everything. It was like a fairy tale. It all happened so quickly. Their eyes met and neither could say a word. In the silence, it was as if their hearts cried out for one another. Michael moved a little closer. As he leaned in, Lynn's eyes closed. The kiss was so soft and delicate but filled with such a passion that neither of them could deny it any longer. They both knew right then and there that this was meant to be.

He pulled her closer to him. His body felt so good against hers as his arms wrapped around her. She felt so safe. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate by the second. Her hand gently rested against his shoulder, holding on to him tightly. Part of her was afraid that it was all just a dream and that she would wake up any moment. She pulled back slowly, breaking the kiss and looking up into his eyes. Her heart felt as if it would burst right out of her chest. The words would not come out. They could not. It was too soon. It would change everything and possibly destroy it.

He caressed her cheek as he looked into her eyes. It felt as if he was staring into her soul. It was the closest she had ever felt to another person in her life. A slight smile crossed his lips. That was the moment she knew that it was no longer just a friendship. Her lower lip quivered as she tried to force the words out. He did not need to hear them. He could see into her heart.

He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers once again. All of her defenses melted away, letting him not only touch her body but her soul as well. His hand slipped down the center of her back, resting gently against the small of her back as he pulled her harder to him. She offered no resistance to his advances. He broke the kiss, releasing her from his grasp for a moment. Lynn feared that something had changed in that moment, that now he did not find her desirable. Much to her surprise, Michael leaned down, scooping her up into his arms and carrying her to the bedroom. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she gazed into his eyes. That was when they both became completely certain that this was right.

Michael laid her down upon his bed, staring at the beautiful creature before him. Deep down he had longed for this moment for a very long time, but never before could he act upon the feelings. Lynn bit down lightly on her lower lip as she shyly looked up at him. He moved onto the bed, lying down next to her. He propped his head up on his hand as he looked at her. The overwhelming urge to kiss her once again surfaced. Michael kissed her softly once again, moving on top of her. Lynn's eyes fluttered shut as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer to her.

His hand rested against the soft curve of her neck as he kissed her. Very slowly, he began to move it down along her collarbone and toward her breasts. He felt her chest rise and fall faster as the desire inside her grew stronger. Finally, his hand came to rest upon her right breast, massaging it softly as they continued to kiss. Lynn moaned softly into the kiss, urging him to continue you. His hand slipped down, tracing along the soft cotton t-shirt before slipping under it.

Lynn drew in a deep breath as she felt his hand against her bare skin. The softness of his touch sent shivers through her as his hand moved back toward her lace-clad breast. The moment they shared was more beautiful than either of them could have imagined it would be. Each breath Michael drew filled him with the soft scent of her perfume. His lips left hers, trailing from her cheek to her jaw line and finally down to her neck. Her head moved to the side, giving him full access to her neck, something that many had been denied. He was delighted as he heard the soft whimper as he began to kiss her warm skin. Her body reacted incredibly to each touch of his lips against her. He continued to cover her neck in delicate kisses before reaching the edge of her shirt.

Now that Michael had gotten a taste of her, he needed more. He eased up onto his knees and stared down at her. He took the hem of her shirt in his hands and slowly began to slide it up her body. Lynn sat up slightly, allowing him to slip the garment off her. Despite how she felt at the moment, her self doubt shown through. Michael's eyes never left hers as she stared up at him self-consciously. His hands moved around her torso, unhooking her bra. Her hands immediately moved to cover her breasts as she laid back. Michael took her hand in his, as sadness filled his eyes. He shook his head slightly.

"Please Lynn, trust me. I do not want you to be shy around me. I think you are beautiful," he sincerely said.

It took all the courage had for Lynn to move her hands. The constant degradation from her ex boyfriend had left her so ashamed of her own body that the thought of exposing herself to someone she now felt so deeply connected to awoken a deep terror inside her. Michael leaned down once again, caressing her smooth skin as his hands pushed the straps of her bra off of her shoulders. His lips met her flesh again, kissing across her collarbone and slowly down her chest. He took his time, savoring every inch of her as he removed her bra.

Lynn's breath came in ragged bursts as each kiss breathed new life into her. She could slowly feel the doubts slipping away as he continued to worship her body an inch at a time. Her fingers intertwined with his hair as she ran her fingers over the back of his neck. A loud moan slipped from her as his lips latched on to her distended nipple. The soft suction from his mouth and the gentle caress of his tongue were driving her wild with desire. She had never experienced such pleasure before with anyone and now she knew she had to have more.

He continued to suckle her nipple as his hand slipped down her stomach, inching toward her jeans. She could feel his erection pressing against her through their clothing as their need for each other intensified. Fear mingled now with the desire he had awoken in her. His mouth left her breast, kissing across the valley between the two fleshy mounds toward the erect center of her left breast. Soon the tiny nub was given the same delicate treatment as the other as his fingers fumbled with the button fly jeans. Her hand moved to his, pulling it away from her pants. He promptly stopped, looking up at her with a puzzled look on his face. He was clearly worried that he had overstepped bounds with her.

She leaned up, kissing him softly as she pulled his shirt slowly off. She pulled him back down with her, running her fingers slowly over his spine. Her nails lightly brushed along his skin, sending chills through him. She broke the kiss, laying back and smiling at him. Her hands gently pushed him away, encouraging him to lay back. She slithered from under him, sitting on the edge of the bed as she watched him relax. Her hands moved quickly to his pants as she started to unfasten them. She felt in control again, pushing her vulnerability aside as much as she could as she tried to detach herself from her emotions. She knew it was the only way she could survive this.

He lifted his hips off the bed as her fingers hooked under the waistband of his boxers. She slowly removed both articles and laid them at the foot of the bed. He watched her closely. He could almost see a physical change in her as she moved between his legs. He understood what she was doing, and no matter how much she tried to succeed, he could not let her. He watched the transformation of her movements, seeing the old defenses immerging. As her fingers wrapped around his swollen shaft, he let out a pleasurable sigh. Her skillful touch was almost too much for him. She leaned in closer, letting the tip of her tongue trace over the smooth warm flesh at the head. She made tight little circles over it, letting each one expand slightly before she allowed the head to penetrate her warm mouth.

He groaned softly as her tongue tickled his flesh, making it even harder for him to concentrate. He wanted the feeling to continue but he knew if he let her build that wall again, the connection they had shared would be cut off completely. His hand landed tenderly against her jaw, lifting her face as he pulled her away from his engorged shaft. He could see the fear in her eyes as she tried to evade his gaze. He sat up, pulling her body to his and hugging her tight. She did not understand why he was doing this. She tried to pull out of his embrace but he held on tight, brushing her hair away from her face as he looked into her eyes once again.

"What do you want from me?" she asked in a broken voice. "What do you want?"

He could see the tears starting to form in her eyes as she awaited his answer. She was terrified that he had suddenly found her unpleasant. Her lower lip quivered almost undetectable. He stroked her cheek as he smiled at her. She felt rigid in his embrace. The fear and self-doubt had once again reared its ugly head.

"I want to make love to you Lynn. I just want to love you," he whispered.

The tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked at him in disbelief for a moment. She could tell he was truly sincere. Lynn buried her face against his chest as he held her. It took all she had not to completely break down. No one had ever used those words with her. No one had ever made love to her before. She was unsure what to expect. She lifted her face, looking up into his eyes once again. He just smiled at her, wiping away her tears with his fingertips. He felt the stiffness slipping away as he laid her back down against the bed.

Her eyes never left his as he began to undress her fully. Like a child, she sought his guidance, his reassurance. He loved her deeply, that was evident in everything he was doing. She drew in slow controlled breathes as she felt his hands begin to tug on her jeans. She lifted her body slightly, allowing him to remove them completely. The thin white thong that covered the smooth skin remained in place. He moved over her once again, and began to kiss his way down her body. Her soft gasps and moans made it clear that she was surrendering to the feelings she feared most.

She could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin as he moved down slowly toward the tiny patch of fabric that covered her sex. The scent of her made his mouth water. Even through the material of her panties, she could feel the warmth of his lips as he kissed down them. Her legs spread for him slowly, still a bit reluctant about letting herself go. He could see that she was finally accepting what was happening, that she was opening herself up to him in a way she had not opened herself to anyone in a very long time. He kissed along the edges of the panties, feeling the soft skin against his lips.

Her breathing was becoming noticeably labored as the urgent need began to build inside her. She tried to sit up, to make him let her please him as well. He just shook his head as he looked at her. She parted her lips to speak but was quickly stopped as he put his finger to her lips.

"No Lynn. Please, I want this. I want to make you feel like you have never felt before. I want you to lie back down and enjoy it as much as I am enjoying doing this," he said reassuringly.

She nodded, laying back as he returned to what he was doing. His lips grazed her panty-clad lips, making her shiver with pleasure. Slowly his tongue traced over the little pearl just above them. Lynn ached with desire for him. His tongue dipped down, dragging over her lips again. She squirmed, feeling him push the fabric harder against her flesh as it became increasingly wet. His fingers hooked into the sides of her panties and eased them down slowly. His palms glided over her thighs and down her legs as he removed the final barrier between them.

She could see a hunger in his eyes when he looked at her. He lowered his head, his tongue immediately moving over her soft swollen lips. She moaned loudly as she felt the thick fleshy flaps part and his tongue push into her. Once he had a taste of her, he could not get enough. His tongue darted in and out of her, lapping at the sweetness she secreted. She gripped handfuls of the bedding beneath her, clutching the sheets as his touch gave her such pleasure. His nose rubbed gently against her clit, sending her into the first shuddering orgasm of the night. Michael eagerly swept every drop of the delicious fluid into her mouth with his tongue. His lips then moved over her clit as he brought his finger to the moist slit.

Slowly he pressed into her, letting his finger slip in deeper as she moaned loudly. Lynn murmured as she writhed against the bed. He added a second finger, easing it in patiently before turning them. He curled his fingers slightly, feeling for the spongy spot on the upper wall. His fingers moved in and out of her slowly, grazing that spot with every pass. His tongue swirled against her throbbing little bud as his fingers teased her velvety folds.

He listened to each soft sound she made, noting every nuance in his mind as he learned exactly where to touch to elicit a specific reaction. Lynn's body trembled under his skillful manipulations of her flesh. In her lifetime, she had never experienced something so special and so pleasurable. She could not explain it if she had to. There were no words that could even begin to describe what she was feeling at that moment. Quickly, he drew out another intense climax from her.

He sat back on his heels, smiling at her, his lips and all around his mouth glistening with her wetness. She stared at him in complete awe. He could see a fire in her eyes now that raged, destroying any self doubt that had remained. He licked his lips, still savoring the taste of her. Before he could lick the honeyed juices from his fingers, she took his hand in hers. She guided Michael's fingers toward her mouth, letting her tongue dance over the damp digits before sliding them between her lips. She suckled softly as she stared up into his eyes, continuing to clean the taste from his fingers.

He moved over her as she laid back. Her arms snaked around his neck as she pulled him down to her. The kiss was the most passionate they had shared. Her tongue slipped between his lips, seeking out more of her own taste upon him. Her hips moved, lifting and lowering slightly as she felt the tip of his manhood against her moist flesh. Their moans mingled as they kissed, hands exploring every bit of flesh they could. Her lips were parting again as the head of his swollen shaft nestled between them. He pushed in slowly as her hips rose to meet his.

The sounds of their passions increased as their bodies moved as one. His mouth left hers, kissing back to her neck once again. Her muscles milked him as his rigid cock worked slowly in and out of her. Her moans became more passionate as her body crushed against his. Her nails raked lightly down his back as she bucked into him. His teeth caught her flesh between them, nipping gently at her neck. He groaned as he felt her body react, her muscles clenching around him.

Her breathing became frenzied as she started to grind her hips against his. Again, she was shaking, caught in the grips of an intense orgasm. Her muscles spasmed around him, bringing him closer to climax. Michael fought with all his might to keep from losing control. It felt too good to be inside her like this for him to let the feeling end so quickly. The sound of his voice in her ear urged her on. Her voice filled the room as she reached new heights of pleasure.

Her nails dug into his flesh as her body writhed beneath him. He looked down into her eyes as another orgasm blossomed. Her soft panting breathes mingled with her moans as she stared back at him. It was more than he could take. Michael's pace quickened as the throbbing became unbearable. In an instant, her womb was flooded with his seed. He collapsed against her as they rode out the intense waves of pleasure.

With his head resting on her chest, he could hear her heart pounding. Once they both were starting to calm down, he raised up, resting his weight on one elbow. His fingers brushed over her cheek as they gazed into each other's eyes. Michael had accomplished the impossible. Not only had he fought past all of the painful emotions of her past and his shyness, he had managed to connect with her like no one else had ever done. In that moment, Lynn felt something she had never felt before. Despite the thin sheen of sweat that covered her body, the mass of tangles her soft auburn hair was in, and all of her former misconceptions that led her to see herself as a hideous monster, Michael made her feel beautiful.

boots were then removed before she moved on to the panties. The sexy little lace bikini was already damp when she hooked her fingers under the sides and slid it down her slender thighs, stepping out of them and laying them with the rest of her clothes. Now completely naked, she sank to her knees on the chilly wooden porch. With her soft brown eyes closed, she knocked on the door, her hands moving behind her back as she awaited further instructions.

The door slowly opened. She could hear the floorboards creak as someone stepped out on to the porch. A soft strip of thick black fabric then encircled her head, blotting out any hint of light as she was blindfolded. The person moved behind her, taking one hand and slipping it into the circle of rope before tightening it firmly around her wrist. The procedure was repeated, leaving her hands bound with very little room for any sort of movement.

"Stand girl" a powerful voice said.

Without hesitation, she rose to her feet as gracefully as she could. She felt His fingers brush her silken, flame red hair back and come to rest against the back of her neck as she was led forward. The door closed behind them as she was led further into the room. The warmth inside was soothing, chasing away the chills. Once the hand moved she stopped, standing completely still for a moment.

"Kneel," a softer, feminine voice said.

Ivy quickly obeyed, kneeling down in front of the woman. Long slender fingers stroked her hair, then gripped a handful of her hair. Her head was pulled forward as the musky smell of sex filled her nostrils. She could feel the heat emanating from the woman’s cunt as her face was inches from it.

"I want you to greet Misty. Show her what a good girl you are girl," He said.

Immediately her tongue began to take long slow swipes over the moist flesh in front of her. Misty moaned softly as Ivy’s tongue found her clit, flicking at it quickly with the tip of her tongue. Her lips closed around it as she began to suck as she licked. The grip on her hair increased as she licked harder and faster at the little nub. The sound of the woman enjoying her sensual clit kissing served to fuel her efforts.

It didn’t take long for Misty to be brought to a shuddering orgasm. Ivy’s mouth moved down to the puffy pink lips and lapped at the sweet ambrosia that flowed from between them. She could taste a mixture of Alec’s cum along with Misty’s. The taste was heavenly as she forced her tongue in as deep as she could to scoop out every drop. The deep tonguing brought Misty to another orgasm within minutes, leaving her quivering and panting in the chair as she released her grip on Ivy’s hair.

"Very good girl," He said as He softly stroked her hair.

His hand guided her, making her turn toward Him. She felt the smooth tip of His cock trace her lower lip. Ivy parted her lips slightly at first, then more as the head of His cock pressed against her lips. As His cock sank into the warm confines of her mouth, it was greeted by her tongue as it slithered over the throbbing muscle. She began to suck as He pushed deeper, until the head hit the back of her throat. He gripped her hair, tilting her head back slight before pushing completely in. She struggled not to gag as He entered her throat with a rough jab. He held her head still, her nose resting against His pelvis as her throat muscles spasmed around His shaft. Tears filled her eyes as she gagged hard around the thick invader that was lodged in her throat. He groaned softly with delight as He savored the feel of her torment.

After several seconds, He pulled back, leaving just the head in her mouth. He let her adjust, allowing her to worship the head of His cock with her tongue as she sucked it before jamming the full length back into her throat. He kept up the slow, torturous pace for about 10 minutes before withdrawing completely from her mouth and turning slightly away from her. He moved her head toward His erect shaft, feeling the side of it rub over her lips. It was then she felt Misty’s lips brush hers from the other side.

The two girls worked their hot little mouths over His swollen shaft, their tongues teasing each other around it. They moved toward the head of His cock, kissing deeply around it as their tongues lashed over His flesh. He alternated between the two, sinking His cock into one’s mouth then withdrawing and filling the others. The two worked together, stroking His cock with their lips in a frantic pace, wanting the creamy reward that awaited them.

Ivy loved the sound of His voice as He moaned and complimented their work.

"Ah that’s it. Good girls. Oh yeah, keep going. Keep going..." He groaned as He approached His first climax of the night. "Get ready for Your treat."

The two girls held their faces close together with mouths hanging open and tongues extended. He furiously stroked His cock as He aimed the tip toward their mouths. Soon thick white ropes of cum erupted from it, splattering on their tongues and faces. As the last drops were expelled, Misty began to lick Ivy’s face, scooping up all the cum she could before kissing her passionately so they could share more of His wonderful treat.

The sight of the two girls sharing such an intimate kiss was quickly arousing Alec once again. He knew that tonight no one would get any sleep until He was finished with the fantasies that haunted His mind. He then helped Ivy up, leading her toward the far side of the room. Her hands were then released from the rope. The dark ligature marks already had started to form on her wrists. Her hands were then pulled above her head as her arms were stretched out and locked in leather cuffs that hung from chains attached to the ceiling. Her ankles were then pushed apart, and secured in cuffs as well, leaving her body stretched in a painful position.

Alec walked around the girl, inspecting her body once more. His hand brushed over various parts of her as she trembled from His touch. Finally He stopped behind her, His hand slipping around her waist and down to her exposed cunt. His fingers moved over her clit, feeling the metal ring that pierced it, then down to her lips, tracing His fingertips over them as He counted the rings in each side.

Ivy moaned softly with delight as He trailed His fingers across her dripping sex. His erection pressed firmly against her ass as He let one finger slip inside her slick slit and pulled it out slowly. He held it up, looking at how it glistened with her juices before moving the wet digit to her lips and smearing the sweetness across them. She quickly licked her lips, parting them to let Him push His finger into her mouth to be cleaned. He leaned in closer, bringing His lips to her ear.

"Good girl" He whispered.

He took a step back, moving to the side of her as He watched her chest rise and fall with each breath. He admired the beauty of her form, of her helpless state and her willingness to be in it. A smile crossed His lips as He thought of what was to come later that evening.

Along the wall behind the prone beauty hung a large variety of whips, crops and canes. Misty stood in front of the implements, her eyes scanning the selection. The tips of her fingers brushed over the finely crafted tools of the trade. Finally she chose a short crop from the wall. She slapped it authoritatively against her palm as she approached Alec. The sound of the slap made Ivy jump. Misty quickly handed over the crop to Alec who in turn grabbed her long auburn hair in His clenched fist and drew her head sharply back before placing a kiss upon her throat and releasing her.

He then moved in front of Ivy, holding the crop in His hand. He traced the tip of it over the curve of her breast very slowly, letting her feel the wide bit of buttery soft leather caress her skin. He dragged it slowly up and down the fleshy mound, circling around her nipple each time. Soft moans slipped from her as the tip of the crop teased the little pink nub, but the moans did not last. Just as suddenly as they had began, they changed to a whimper as He brought the crop down hard across her breast, aimed perfectly across her nipple.

He alternated back and forth between her right breast and her left, leaving both with long thin red stripes in a beautiful pattern of pain. Intermittently the flurry of blows would cease, and the teasing stroke of the leather would begin again. Her body remained tensed, never sure when it would be the soft touch or the brutal strike. The intricate design that emerged on her chest from the welts made Misty’s mouth water as she stared at the naked girl. She looked to Alec, silent begging permission to touch her.

He knew what was on Misty’s mind and nodded, pointing at the trunk first. She quickly scampered over and lifted the heavy wooden lid. A large black rubber vibrating plug and cordless remote and a small ball of thin rope were pulled from the toy chest. Misty retrieved the scissors from the drawer of the end table, then handed the remote over to Alec before sinking to her knees in front of Ivy.

Ivy jumped as she felt a warm soft lick across her clit. The tip of Misty’s tongue flickered over the pierced little jewel, making the girl squirm with delight. As she knelt there, Alec reached down and picked up the ball of rope and scissors, placing the control down for a moment. He cut two lengths of rope and handed each to Misty.

Misty quickly laced one of the pieces through the three rings in the right lip of Ivy’s pussy, then pulled both ends around to her outer thigh. Alec took the loose ends, tying them quickly in a knot. The same was done to the left side, leaving the girl’s cunt spread painfully open. Misty’s mouth moved once again to Ivy’s clit, covering it as she began to suck and lick at the little pink treat.

Ivy began to sigh and moan as Misty passionately kissed her clit. The juices began to drip from her widely spread cunt as Misty continued to lap at her tender pink flesh. Suddenly, the blows to her breast began again, causing her body to jump each time the pain sliced through her. The combination of the soft tongue action and the sharp ache made her quickly lapse into a shuddering orgasm.

In the throws of climax, the tip of the large plug was introduced to her juicy cunt. Misty forced it inside in a slow but firm thrust until it was lodged deep inside her. The girl worked it back and forth, lubricating it Ivy’s juices as her muscles convulsed around it, making her climax more intense. Alec had picked up the remote again, clicking it on high as the vibrations caused Ivy to scream in fits of passion.

Then, just as quickly as it was inside her, it was slid out. Her juices dripped off the large rubber toy as Misty lined the tip of it up with her puckered little anus. With a quick stab, Misty had forced it deep in to Ivy’s tight little ass, causing her to shriek. The pain was quickly forgotten as the vibrations began again on a lower setting. The crop again kissed her flesh, this time circling around her body hitting her sides and back as well as her round firm ass as Misty’s skillful tongue brought her to the edge of ecstacy.

Her body was soon covered in the thin welts that decorated her creamy white breasts. Alec’s hand caressed her warm cheeks, feeling the raised little lines with His fingers. Ivy continued to moan, tormented by the intense pleasure of the vibration even after His touch left her. The sensation spread through her body quickly, making her eager to feel anything fill her hungry cunt.

Much to Ivy’s dismay, she soon heard the soft sounds of Misty’s voice as she was caught up in her own pleasure. The sound of Alec’s body colliding with Misty’s left nothing to Ivy’s imagination. She envied the girl as the sound of their passions filled the room. Misty screamed as He plunged His cock deep into her velvety folds, forcing deeper and deeper with each stroke. Ivy could not help but cum as she imagined it was her that He was finding such pleasure in filling. She knew that there were many more things He had planned to do to her. The thought of them all pushed her deeper into the orgasmic bliss. She was still trembling, the honeyed juices pooling on the floor beneath her, when Alec had finished with Misty.

"I see someone is enjoying herself" He whispered in her ear.

"Yes.... Sir" she stammered as His fingers caught her throbbing clit.

He gripped the silver ring that ran through it, pulling it slowly as He twisted. The pain shot through her body, causing it to twitch and jerk as another orgasm quickly gripped her. He smiled as He watched her body writhe in passion. He nodded to Misty, who had returned with two large alligator clamps, both of which had weights dangling from their ends. There was a small hole in each, where the ring holding the weight was fastened.

Alec busied Himself with getting another length of rope, This one slightly thinner and rougher than the one holding her juicy cunt wide open. He slid the end through the opening in the clamp and tied it off securely before bringing the rope around Ivy’s neck. He made a single loop around it and tying a slipknot in it. He then took the other clamp and looped the end of the rope through before fastening it.

Misty’s lips sought out Ivy’s nipple, sucking it hard as her tongue flicked across it. The thick pink nub became stiff as she teased it. She then spit it out, placing the clamp on the tip. Ivy groaned as the weight dangled. The other clamp was applied in the same fashion. Her sensitive nipples felt like they were on fire as the teeth bit into them. Misty kept poking at the clamps, making the weights swing pendulously as her breasts were being painfully pulled upward by the nipple.

Alec had chosen a new toy this time to tease Ivy’s body with. It was a thin very flexible length of cane. He started out trailing it over her naked flesh, letting her feel it’s surface rub over her before He landed the first vicious blow to the underside of her breast. Her body danced with pain as He continued to strike the tender skin. He delighted in watching her pale skin tone be overtaken with the ruddy streaks from the cane. Each strike made her jerk, each jerk in turn made the weights bounce, pulling down harder on her nipples as the rope yanked them skyward, each bounce made the rope around her throat tighten slight more.

He then turned His attention to another part of her body, bringing the cane down between her spread thighs and whipping it back and forth. Her breath came in short bursts between the long drawn out moans and whimpers as the cane kissed every inch of her upper thighs. The closer that He got the louder her cries became. This inspired Alec to bring the cane up, slapping harshly on her moist pink flesh. She hit a new note as the pain rushed through her, and her body jerked violently. This time the cry was of sheer agony. Again the tool bit into her finding her throbbing pussy lips. He varied His angle of attack, letting it welt her lips until they were swollen nearly twice their normal size and ten times as sensitive. Her clit also felt the brunt of His passion as He changed position just enough to bring the tip down on it with every stroke.

Tears drenched the blindfold as she began to sob from the pain. She knew that this would be part of the deal before she agreed to it. She wanted so desperately to prove worth enough to be His but little did she know that her plans would come to a quick end. The sight of her pain was driving Alec wild with desire. She gasped for breath as the rope continued to slip through the knot and tighten around her throat. Ivy was starting to feel lightheaded as her face changed shades. He wanted to feel her warmth wrapped around Him. Misty helped unfasten the cuffs from the girl’s ankles as Alec held her steady. She was on the verge of collapse when the wrists cuffs were removed as well as the rope around her neck.

Her nipples ached as the blood rushed back into the clamped areas. Alec lead the girl toward the bedroom, knowing that this would fulfill His greatest passion. Misty took over, holding the girl steady while Alec laid down on the bed. His swollen shaft throbbing as it awaited Ivy. The girl was helped on to the bed and positioned over His cock. Misty quickly returned the rope cuffs to her hands and the clamps to her nipples, this time without the rope. The ropes that held her rings open, felt as if it was going to rip them right through the tender flaps of swollen flesh as she was yanked down on Alec’s thick cock.

Misty stood at the edge of the bed, adjusting the rope’s height until it was perfect. She quickly slipped the noose over Ivy’s head, the other end rested securely in Alec’s palm. He watched anxiously as the noose was tightened just enough to slightly restrict her breathing. He could see the panic on her face as He pulled gently on the rope, watching it tighten a little more.

"Remember our agreement Ivy. If you trust me enough to indulge this fantasy as you said you do... then I shall truly be happy and make you Mine forever. Do You trust me Ivy?" He asked in a stern tone.

"Yes Sir I do" she answered.

He could tell by the wetness that trickled down His shaft that she was as excited as He was. The remote was turned on high, causing her to quickly come to another orgasm. He groaned as her muscles clenched His cock, holding it firmly in their grasp. He began to thrust up into her dripping wet cunt, forcing His cock as deep as He could get it. Each time He would raise His hips, He pulled the rope a little more, until it was visibly starting to press into her neck. He watched her breasts bounce with each frantic breath she tried to draw in as He continued to slowly ease the rope further.

He began to pound her pussy harder and harder as her breathing became more strained. She was on the verge of passing out when the most tremendous orgasm of her light ripped through her. If not for the rope around her neck, she would have collapsed against His chest as the climax intensified. Misty quickly ripped the blindfold off Ivy’s face, letting her get her first and last blurry glimpse at Alec.

He could see the panic in her eyes as He pulled the rope harder, her entire body twitching violently as she gasped for air. Even after she had lost consciousness He continued to pump His thick shaft deep into her cunt. The wetness was incredible as it flooded out of her. Her muscles flexed around Him as the life was choked out of her by the rope’s grip. The warmth of her urine covered His pelvis, signaling it was over.. He let out a last groan as He began to pump His seed deep into her lifeless cunt.

Misty was delighted, watching the body drooping slightly. She helped Alec pull Ivy up just enough to slip out from under her. He tied the rope off, letting her dangle from it like a puppet. Misty moved closer, kneeling on the bed in front of the girl as she quickly lapped up her Master’s drippings from Ivy’s cunt. Once she had finished, they engaged in a deeply passionate kiss. He looked deep into Misty’s eyes seeing how greatly she enjoyed the evening.

"After dinner we shall finish with her little one, I promised I would let you have your fun with her when I finished with her" He said, stroking her cheek. "Then later on tonight, when we are done with her we will take her out by the lake"

"Yes Master," she whispered softly to Him, seeing that He was truly pleased.

After the two lovers returned from dinner, Alec knew it He should keep His promise to Ivy. After Misty was done playing dress up with the girl, He slipped a black leather collar over the rope marks. A small purple heart dangled from it’s large silver loop with His initials engraved on it. Now her wish was fulfilled. She was truly His.

s as he greeted the person. The conversation was too discreetly hushed for her to hear what was being said, but she could hear the rise and fall of the voices as they spoke. Her heart beat hard and fast, feeling as if it would burst from her chest as she wondered what horror awaited her. The door closed quickly as she heard footfalls approaching. She didn’t dare move from the spot.

"Holy shit" Rick said loudly as he stared at the half naked goddess of his dreams standing there.

Her mouth dropped open hearing the familiar whine of his voice. Her eyes widened as her entire body felt like it was on fire from the flushed redness that covered her. She could feel his eyes upon her, burning holes through her as he stared at her thong-covered heart-shaped ass. A knot grew in her stomach as she felt ill from the experience already.

"Ok Sally," her father spoke up. "Since you seem to enjoy the attention so much, I decided to invite Stanley and Rick over to get a personal show. You will learn that if you are going to tease others, then you will take care of what happens because of it. Now take off the thongs and greet our guests." His voice was cold and stern as he spoke.

Tears filled Sally’s eyes as she listened to her father’s words. She could not believe how utterly cruel this punishment was. She wanted to scream at him, threaten to call child welfare, anything, but she knew her threats were futile. Nothing would stop him from disciplining her tonight. With a defeated sigh, she slipped her fingers under the thin straps of material and peeled them down slowly. Rick’s eyes were glued to her bare flesh as she stepped out of the panties and turned to face him.

Her eyes skimmed over his soft, round body to his greasy acne-covered face. The bile rose in her throat as she saw him lick his lips as he gazed at her supple body. He looked over at Mr. Williams, his hand moving to adjust his rapidly swelling cock. Sally’s father simply nodded to the boy before sitting down in the leather chair across the room from them. Rick took a step forward, his pudgy hands moving to Sally’s firm C cup breasts as he clumsily fondled them.

She tried to pull away from him but a stern look from her father stopped her cold. Rick moved closer, moving one of his hands to the back of her neck as he forced her face closer to his to kiss him. Sally wanted to vomit so badly. The rancid smell of his breath hit her like a brick as he forced his lips to hers. She stood there frozen as he kissed her, his hand still palming her breast.

Stanley stared at the young girl’s body as his son pawed at her. He knew that soon he would have his turn at her. He could not believe he was being given the opportunity to sink his cock into such a beautiful child, one he had masturbated thinking about often. He moved to the sofa, sitting down and adjusting his thick cock through his pants.

Rick took Sally’s hand and pulled her toward the other end of the sofa. He stopped, standing in front of it as he looked at her with an evil smile. He placed her hand against his groin, letting her feel the hardened mass against the softness of his rotund body. She nearly wretched and pulled her hand away quickly.

"Sally, get on your knees and take his cock out," her father instructed calmly.

She sighed loudly as she obediently sank to her knees. Her disgust was obvious in the way she touched his pants, unfastening them quickly and pulling her hands away as they fell to the ground. Her body stiffened as she heard her father’s voice again.

"Suck him, Sally. Put his cock in your mouth and suck it," he commanded.

Sally timidly reached out, touching his stiff cock for the first time. Rick groaned loudly with delight as he felt her fingers circle the base. The feel of her warm breath as she parted her lips and leaned in, sent a shiver through him. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, not wanting to see the grotesque boy before her.

Once she accepted the head into her mouth and closed her lips, she began to suck lightly on his vile flesh. As soon as his head was firmly ensconced in the warm confines of her mouth, Rick’s hand moved to her long sandy brown ponytail, gripping it tightly as he forced her face forward. Sally immediately began to gag as his throbbing cock was forced down her throat.

Before she had a chance to adjust to the feeling of her throat being raped by this unskilled behemoth, he had worked himself into quite a lust-filled frenzy. The heat of her mouth and the softness of her lips around him was quickly sending him over the edge. It was the first time anyone else had ever touched him and he was enjoying it.

His balls slapped against her chins as he began to thrust into her mouth. Sally was swallowing hard to keep from choking on her own vomit as he continued to assault her mouth. His grunts of pleasure became louder and more frequent until suddenly he pulled her head into his groin hard and held her there. She frantically tried to catch her breath with his cock lodged in her throat. Soon thick ropes of cum began to pump out of his swollen cock and slide down her gullet.

As soon as his cock began to deflate, he pulled her of the sensitive flesh, pushing her back and watching her fall to the floor. She sat there trying her hardest not to vomit until it violently broke free. She quickly reached for a nearby wastepaper basket and emptied the nasty liquid into it with each wretch. Rick cruelly laughed as he watched her throw up, a mean streak in him becoming evident.

"Since you threw up the first load . . . You will be punished and you WILL be swallowing another later, Sally. Now, it’s time to please Stanley," her father said looking at him. "Now, tell her what you want and she will do it."

"Crawl over here Sally," Stanley said in an excited tone.

She sighed softly and rolled onto her hands and knees and reluctantly crawled toward her neighbor’s feet. His eyes were glued to the two soft fleshy globes on her chest as she slunk toward him. She sat back on her heels as she pitifully looked up at him. Stanley sat on the edge of the sofa, leaning forward to get a better look at her.

His hands immediately began to fondle her breasts, tweaking and twisting her nipples between his fingers as he licked his lips. It had been two years since his wife died, and equally as long since he had touched anyone. The bulge in his pants looked as if it was about to burst through the fabric that contained it.

He stood up briefly, unfastening his pants and quickly stripping out of them before sitting back down. His long, bloated shaft stuck obscenely up from the thick bush of pubes. He stared at her for a moment as he leaned back on the sofa.

"Climb on. I want you to ride my cock," he said eagerly.

Sally looked to her father who simply nodded. His face showed no emotion as he watched his daughter’s plight. He knew that this was the only way to truly reach her. She had to learn that her actions had consequences and this was the best way to show her that. Sally stood up and crawled onto Stanley’s lap, straddling it cautiously as he gripped his throbbing member. Once he had the head rubbing against her tender pink lips, his free hand landed on her shoulder, pushing her down on his thick cock.

She gritted her teeth to keep from screaming as he forced up into her. Her face clenched tight in a mask of pain as she felt him tear through her hymen and hilt himself inside her. His hands moved to her hips, bouncing her up and down on his cock hard and fast as he watched her firm young breasts bouncing inches from his face. He leaned forward slightly, catching her right nipple between his lips and sucking it into his mouth.

Sally sobbed as he thrust up into her each time he pulled her harder into his lap. Stanley bit down hard on the hard pink nub in his mouth, causing her to squirm in pain. The movement and sounds of her crying only fueled his lusts as his blood streaked cock worked in and out of her tight pussy. He then spit her nipple out, seeking the other for the same torturous treatment.

She could feel his shaft throbbing inside her tight hole as it ached from the abuse. His pace became frantic as he jerked her up and down like a rag doll, all the time, biting harder on her nipple he held in her mouth. She cried loudly, begging for the abuse to stop to no avail. Little did she know that when the father finished, it was the son’s turn yet again to ravish her body.

The harder and faster he slammed his cock into her the more brutally he yanked her down onto his shaft. She felt as if she was being split in two with each thrust, causing her to fill the room with more agonized wails. With a final deep thrust, Stanley held her tightly as his cum erupted from his rigid cock. His fingers dug into her flesh, leaving reddened marks as he tightened his grip on her. With a loud groan he finished, leaving a thick deposit of fresh cum deep inside her newly devirgined cunt. Stanley slumped back against the thick sofa cushion as he panted to catch his breath.

"My turn" Rick loudly announced as he walked over to the sofa completely naked now, his cock already rock hard. "Get on all fours slut. I’m gonna fuck you hard."

Sally’s eyes widened as she heard the words, quickly looking to her father who only gave her a stern look. She could not believe her own father didn’t even seem to care that the boy called her a slut. Rick reached out grabbing a handful of her hair and yanking her off his father’s lap. Her legs were wobbly and aching from the position she had been in, causing her to stumble. He shoved her to the floor in the center of the room and knelt down behind her.

The cum had began to trickle from between her lips as she tried to get on all fours before any more of his rough treatment. Violently his hand came crashing down against her firm pale cheek, leaving an angry red hand print covering half her ass. Again and again his hand met her flesh, making her whimper and sob as her body jolted forward from each strike. All Sally could do was knee there and let him spank her. It was apparent now that no matter what the two did the father would not stop them.

"How do you like that huh? This is what a fucking tease like you deserves. You fucking bitch" he said, punctuating his words with rough slaps.

Rick’s hand then slipped between her legs as his thick fingers found her clit. Once he had a grip on the little bud, he cruelly began to twist and pinch it as hard as he could, watching her body tense with each shot of pain. When his fingers finally left the tortured little nub, it felt as if it was on fire from the painful teasing. He then slid his fingers through the wet mess that dribbled from her cunt, gathering up a little of the slick liquid and smearing it over her puckered little opening.

"OH GOD NO...PLEASE..." she frantically begged in hopes that he wouldn’t penetrate the virgin hole.

"Shut up bitch. I’ll fuck you any way I damn well please and there is nothing you can do about it."

Sally hung her head as she sobbed, knowing he was right. She felt sick as the tip of his cock pressed against the tight little opening and began to force its way inside. With a quick thrust, he had embedded the head in her ass. The ring of muscles spread from the force of his stroke, causing her incredible pain. His hands moved to her hips as he held on tightly. In a flash, he slammed his cock deep into her dark hole. The searing pain shot through her body causing her to scream as he held his throbbing cock deep inside her. As he enjoyed the warmth of her muscles enveloping him, she tried to pull away. He slapped her hard across the ass with his cock still buried deep in her. Her pale cheeks now were now covered with a myriad of pinks and reds from the blows.

He reached forward, forcing her upper body to the floor and in turn causing her hips to rise slightly. His hands then moved back to her hips, grabbing on to them and holding her steady as he began to pump his hips forcefully into her. Her body jolted back and forth with each brutal movement, causing her to quickly get rug burn on the exposed flesh against it. Her tits ached as they were rubbed raw by the navy blue carpeting below her.

The throbbing teen cock hammered away at the soft internal muscles, making her give up shrill shrieks of pain as he burrowed as deep as he could inside her. He kept a slower but cruel pace, not wanting his first fuck to go by to quickly. Punishing the snobby little debutante was getting him hotter than he ever imagined it could.

Rick continued to pump away, forcing her body to move each time he hilted himself in her ass. Once her muscles had loosened up a little, he reached forward, grabbing a handful of her hair and swiftly yanking her head back, contorting her into a very uncomfortable position. Her arms had gone numb beneath her upper body, making them useless to support her now. She tried to steady herself with them, the grip on her hair holding her head in an awkward position.

His hips slammed into her faster as the telltale grunts and groans surfaced again. Sally sobbed uncontrollably as the boy continued to plunge his cock deep into her ravaged hole. Thin streaks of her blood mixed with bits of feces stained the swollen muscle as it worked in and out of her with brutal strokes. Finally, he buried his cock deep inside her and began to pump shot after shot of warm cum into her bowels. Her body tensed as she gagged, the feel of him filling her making her physically ill.

As Rick held her ass tightly to his groin, she looked up bleary eyed toward where her father sat. Panic filled her for a moment as she realized he had left the seat. The boy pulled out of her, letting her body collapse against the floor as she quickly looked around for her father. She found him standing by Stanley handing him a glass of scotch on the rocks. Though relieved that he had not left her to these wolves, she was deeply hurt that he seemed to care so little for what was happening to her. Her focus was quickly shifted as Rick moved in front of her and presented his filthy cock to her.

"Suck it clean bitch," he demanded.

As Sally made the mistake of opening her mouth to speak, he shoved the nasty shaft into her mouth and held her head in place. All she could taste was the metallic tang of blood mingled with the rancid feces, causing her to gag again. His still stiff cock remained buried in her throat as he laughed viciously at her predicament. Each time her muscles would spasm as she gagged, he’s force his cock into her throat to torment her even more.

"Clean it and I’ll pull it out you stupid whore." he remarked.

Sally did her best to clean the mess from him without vomiting. Finally when he grew weary of the sick game he was playing with her, he let go of her hair and shoved her down to the floor again. The girl laid there quivering and crying, praying for anything to stop the madness. Her ordeal was not over yet though.

Rick sat down next to his father and opened the can of cold soda that Sally’s father had thoughtfully sat on the table for him. The three men talked quietly amongst themselves for a moment before her father returned to his seat.

"I wanna see the bitch play with herself like she does in front of the window," Rick said as he smirked at her.

"You heard him Sally. You like showing off so much. . . do it now for our guests," her father chimed in.

She could not believe what she was hearing. Despite knowing she would be punished further for disobeying, she laid there sobbing softly, refusing to move. Her father swiftly rose from his seat and grabbed the girl by the hair.

"Sally, you heard me. I said entertain them like you do in front of your window,"

All she could do was continue to cry. She refused to give them that satisfaction. Mr. Henderson promptly turned her over onto her back, leaving her lay at his feet. She watched in horror as he removed his leather belt from his trousers before kneeling beside her.

"Fine then Sally, if you won’t behave. I will punish you," he calmly stated.

Sally figured that he would roll her over and use the slender leather strap on her already abused cheeks, but much to her surprise the doubled leather strip bit into the soft flesh of her left breast, leaving a thin red welt. The right breast then felt the burst of pain as the belt lashed it. Her body writhed in pain as her father alternated strikes between her two fleshy mounds.

Once a strike failed to cause her to jump, he reached down and spread her legs, striking her inner thighs repeatedly before bring up a swift crack to her cunt. She screamed in agony as the leather struck her sore pink flesh, making her entire body squirm. After three more strikes Stanley spoke up.

"I can’t take any more. I wanna fuck that ass of hers." he said as he slipped off the sofa.

Sally’s eyes moved seeking her father’s pitiless face, but were quickly distracted by the large bulge in his pants. Her heart stopped as she realized that her father was gaining much pleasure from punishing her in this way. Rick moved toward them all, finishing his soda.

"Wait, I want her to ride my cock while you fuck her ass," he laughed cruelly. "Let’s see if we can split the bitch open"

Mr. Henderson stood up, moving back to his chair to let them attend to their needs with his daughter. He relaxed knowing once they left, she still had to contend with him. His eyes remained glued to his daughter’s naked abused body, studying the welts on her creamy white breasts.

Rick laid down on the floor as his father helped him position the girl over him. His swollen cock slid into her abused cunt with easy, lubricated from the cum deposited there earlier. Stanley moved behind Sally, pushing her forward slightly as he positioned the tip of his cock to penetrate her puckered hole. She shrieked as he began to push inside of her, ripping her open wider as both holes became full of cock.

Rick’s hands moved to her chest, slapping her breasts and torturing the nipples as his father’s cock finally worked completely inside her. As soon as he had forced himself inside her, the two began to fuck her as hard and deep as they could. It felt as if both of her holes were going to be ripped apart as they worked to find the right ryhthm to suit them. Her body tossed back and forth like a child’s rag doll as they pulled her back and forth.

Sally’s eyes met her fathers, hoping to see a glimpse of pity or remorse for what he was letting them do to her, but instead found an intense sexual desire gleaming back at her. Her heart sank knowing not only was he condoning this, he was getting aroused by it.

The two cocks inside her mercilessly stabbed into her, causing the pain she already felt to deepen with each stroke. She wanted so badly for it to end. Rick continued to maul her breasts, pinching and leaning up to bite them just to make her twitch and jerk from the torture. The thrashing of her tormented body as the tightness of her overstuffed holes caused the two to quickly lose control. As they both approached orgasm, the pace became frantic and intense until finally she felt the familiar flood of semen into her swollen holes.

As Stanley pulled out a river of cum trickled out of her stretched anus. Rick pushed her off him as he laughed.

"Time to clean my cock again slut," he stated. "And his too this time"

As he stood up, Rick grabbed her by the sides of the head and held her face inches away from his cum coated cock and balls.

"Lick it off bitch," he demanded as he forced her face closer.

He drew back his hand, slapping her across the face when she did not respond quickly. As he drew back to do it again, he saw her baby pink lips part and the tip of her tongue peek out between them. She reluctantly dragged her tongue over the horrid tasting mixture.

"That’s it bitch, don’t miss any of it" he said coldly as he watched her lick up all the cum.

Once she had finished with the job, he released her, letting his father step up and take his place. His shit covered cock forced into her mouth as she tried not to gag. She tried to clean it as quickly as she could in hopes of getting the taste out of her mouth sooner. She tensed up as she felt him let another shot of cum into her throat. Finally, the deflating cock slipped from her mouth, leaving her with nothing but the grotesque taste in her mouth.

"Sally, say goodbye to our guests then go upstairs to the master bathroom and wait for me." he said as he stood up.

"Goodbye" she choked out before she scrambled to her feet and tried to walk out of the room.

Her legs were wobbly and aching as she tried to leave, making her stumble a bit as she headed toward the stairs. She could hear the voices in the other room as the men talked amongst themselves about what had happened. Sally dragged herself up the steps and made her way to the bathroom where she sat on the edge of the tub nervously awaiting her father’s arrival. As the door closed and the loud footfalls became more distinct, she knew the time had come. A whole new fear set in as the door creaked open.

"Now Sally, it’s time for the rest of your punishment."

er body was always to be cleansed inside and out, shaved, and dried before she was to be lead to the breeding room. This time she was taken to a different room. Instead of being bound on her back with her legs fastened to shackles to hold them well above her chest, she was brought to a custom-built wooden frame with padded kneeling cushion. Her arms were strapped on to large planks, holding them out from her body. Her stomach rested upon a small wooden shelf that jutted out from the frame, leaving her breasts hanging freely. Each ankle was wrapped in a leather cuff secured to multipositional movable wooden planks. The final humiliation came when her head was locked into place with a large leather dog collar and a chain clipped onto the large ring that hung from the collar.

Into her mouth was put a large metal O-ring gag, forcing the orifice to remain ready for use. Sofie listened as the sound of each footstep echoed from different areas of the rooms as Kadence gathered the implements for today's session. The cold clink of metal on metal sent chills through Sofie. She had absolutely no idea what was in store for her today but she was sure it would be no less demeaning than what she had been through already. Each day her prayers grew weaker, hoping her God would hear her pleas and grant her death or freedom from this insanity in his name.

The clicking of heels on the stone floor alerted her to a new presence. It was the familiar footfalls of MaryAgnes. Sofie flinched as she felt the woman's small hand skim over her spine. The cold slender fingers traced up to her thick mane of hair, tangling a large handful of it in her grasp as she pulled hard. Sofie whimpered loudly through the open ring as her face contorted in pain.

"It is apparent that you have not been completely atoning for your sins, Sofie. The only road to forgiveness is that of the righteous. The more you suffer, my dear girl, the more you atone. Today, you will suffer greatly, and hopefully the Lord will grant you a child soon." she said superiorly.

The words cut through Sofie's optimism like a knife. Her muscles relaxed slightly as MaryAgnes's grip loosened, letting the tresses fall against her shoulders again. The tray rattled as it was set down on the cart next to the frame. The sound of it was very unsettling for the bound woman; she knew that nothing good would come from it.

Sofie tensed as she felt the metal tip against her flesh. Methodically it was inserted into her dry rectum. Her face scrunched up in agony as the specially designed speculum pushed deeper inside her. The bill forced in completely before the sickening clicks began to fill Sofie's consciousness. With each metallic click, the bill spread her wider painfully. She knew better than to protest, it would only bring her even more excruciating pain.

Her tender hole was wrenched open by the device, leaving her completely vulnerable. Much to her surprise, after spreading her widely, MaryAgnes left the speculum inserted but did not do anything else for what seemed like an eternity. Slowly, the pain became tolerable. She could hear noises all around her but dared not look. Meanwhile, Kadence had left, preparing a new torture for the poor girl in another room.

MaryAgnes slid a long piece of thick plastic tubing into the opening, and then began to slide the speculum out of Sofie's rectum. The bill was spread wide enough to slip over the object and be removed. She picked up a small silver cartridge from the tray, placing into the open section of tube before twisting the top on securely. The tube was then pushed further into Sofie, making sure it was embedded deep inside her.

The top of the device was turned again, causing it to release the cartridges contents. As the nitrous made contact, her body convulsed as Sofie shrieked around her gag as the icy gases forced into her. The icy burning sensation brought the girl immediately to tears. The tube was then pulled out slightly, and the procedure was repeated until the tip of the tube was just inside her. The pain lingered, worsening with each movement.

The device was finally removed and placed on the tray to be cleansed. Sofie tried her hardest not to move at all, every slight gyration sent pain shooting through her. Her body tensed as she felt the sting of a paddle striking her cheeks. She let out a soft yelp around the O-ring. Several swats landed in quick succession. Each one jarring her and inflicting intense pain.

MaryAgnes's lips curled in a thin smile as she watched Sofie's flesh reddening with each blow. She knew that this treatment would only make what was to come more agonizing for the girl and delight the congregation at the service that evening. There was a flurry of several more blows before MaryAgnes laid the paddle down. Kadence entered the silent room once again.

"It is ready for her Ma'am." she said quietly to MaryAgnes.

"Ah very good. I have a few more things to do here before she is to be brought in," she replied.

"Yes Ma'am," she answered and disappeared once again.

MaryAgnes dragged her nails slowly along Sofie's spine as she walked toward the prone girl's head. Her fingers trailed along Sofie's cheek, resting under her chin as the woman forced her to lift her head. MaryAgnes searched her victim's face, looking at her for a long moment.

"Through pain, you will find God's grace my little lamb," she whispered. "Are you ready to show me how much you will endure for God's saving grace Sofie? Are you ready to make God your savior?

Sofie nodded frantically, in hopes that some how she could prevent any further punishment that day. MaryAgnes's lips curled in a thin smile as she stroked Sofie's cheek.

"Good. Then we shall continue," she added.

MaryAgnes picked up a device off the metal tray. It was an oval shaped clear plastic cup with a piece of black rubber hose extending from its center with a ball pump capping it off. On one of the slender ends of the cup was a thin black probe extend. She placed the ball pump in Sofie's hand before disappearing behind her with the device. She placed the tip of the plastic phallus to her abused anal opening.

Once the tip was imbedded, MaryAgnes placed her palm against the bottom of the plastic cock, with her fingers of the other hand held it steady. She drew back, bringing her palm crashing down hard against the toy and burying it deep in the girl's ass. Sofie could not hold back the shriek that ripped free from her soul. The pain was so intense she felt as if she would pass out.

MaryAgnes then adjusted the cup so it sat snuggly over Sofie's pussy and clit. Sofie's tear-filled eyes caught sight of the evil woman as she walked back in front of her.

"Ok Sofie. It is now time for you to prove that you are worthy of salvation. I want you to squeeze that ball in your hand until the pain is so unbearable that you cannot take anymore. If you do well, you will be rewarded. If you fail..." her words trailed off for a moment. "If you fail you will find out just how intense God's wrath can be. Now begin."

Sofie gently squeezed the ball. With each squeeze, she felt her tender pink flesh being sucked hard into the cup, also forcing the black dildo in her ass to swell rapidly inside her. Her lips and clit soon had swollen until they filled the cup nearly to capacity. The pain was so intense that she finally had to stop. The little delicate pink flaps and bud throbbed painfully with each beat of her heart.

Noticing she was no longer pumping the ball, MaryAgnes moved behind the girl once again to check the progress. She was pleased to find the moist tissue mashed against the cups surface. She took the ball from the prone girl's hand, giving it several more squeezes, each eliciting an excruciating whimper from Sofie. Tears streamed nonstop from the girl.

Mary Agnes released her from the restraints, leading her by the collar and leash to an area near the table. A small patch of the floor was framed by large wooden beams and inside the square was what appeared at first glance to be white sand. Mary Agnes jerked the chain, pointing her long bony finger at the boxed in spot.

"Kneel," she commanded.

Sofie quickly obeyed, kneeling in the center of the box. Sharp pain bit into her as she knelt, realizing now that the white material was not at all that was there. As she squirmed, trying to keep the fragments of jagged glass that stabbed her flesh from embedding themselves in her skin, she noticed that it was not sand that she knelt in, but salt. The bloody clumps of moist salt clung to her legs as she teetered.

Mary Agnes first gripped Sofie's left nipple, giving it a twist as she pinched it as hard as she could. The soft pink nub was now an angry red as it stood out from her breast. A large needle was then taken from the tray and inserted horizontally into the swollen bud. The procedure was then repeated with the right nipple. A set of small alligator clamps were then attached to the needles' protruding ends. Then she attached large silver weighted alligator clamps to Sofie's nipples, giving each a vicious tug to assure they were properly attached. A set of wires hung from the clips, on the end of each was a small plug.

MaryAgnes smiled cruelly as the toe of her shoe forced itself between the girl's thighs, prying them further part. The salt and glass mixture continued to torture the torn flesh upon Sofie's legs. MaryAgnes squatted down in front of her, holding the ball in her hand once again. She depressed a small button on the bottom of it. The air hissed in as the seal caused by the suction was released. She pulled the dildo/cup device from Sofie with a vicious yank. The burning pain made the girl grimace as the rubber dildo was removed from her abused ass.

The pain intensified as the tip of a small bony finger stabbed hard at the swollen flesh. Sofie's eyes clenched shut as she drew in a sharp breath. MaryAgnes picked up two new clamps from the tray. It was a flat metal crescent shaped device. She reached down, pulling the puffy pink flap of skin away from Sofie's cunt with her fingers while securing the clamp onto it. It squished the flesh painfully in its jaws. Sofie yelped as the other clamp was applied in the same way.

Sofie's clit was the next target to be attacked. This time instead of a regular clamp, MaryAgnes selected a small pair of Pennington forceps. The tips spread as MaryAgnes forced them against the base of Sofie's clit. She screamed as the forceps closed around the swollen little nub. The flesh bulged through the small opening in the forceps. A large needle was then pushed through the throbbing bud. Sofie shrieked in pain as the tip of the thick needle pierced the flesh. The familiar little clamps were added to the needle's ends as well.

MaryAgnes grabbed the leash and yanked Sofie to her feet, forcing her to stand. She then selected a large egg shaped metal probe. Without hesitation, MaryAgnes forced the smooth cool tip between the girl's stretched lips, pushing it in slowly. As the tool widened, it forced her tortured lips further apart. She cried out as the MaryAgnes let the probe rest there, stretching the opening of Sofie's cunt, twisting it slowly. Finally, it was given a push deep inside the girl, allowing the clamps to collide when MaryAgnes moved her fingers away.

MaryAgnes grabbed the leash again, leading Sofie out of the box and toward a door in the far corner of the room. Sofie tensed up, as she was lead through the door and into the private sanctuary.

Inside was a large wooden cross with thick fur lined leather cuffs dangling from it. In front of the cross was a small platform with two levels to it. The top level was visibly resting atop thick metal springs. Through the center of the platforms, a large steel rod topped with a smooth very thick metal probe protruded. Across the platform laid a modified spreader bar that was approximately 3 feet long. At its center was a hole, which the pole passed through.

MaryAgnes handed the leash to Kadence, allowing her to lead Sofie to toward the cross. She was forced up onto the platform's lower landing. MaryAgnes stood behind the cross to adjust the pole. The motor whirred as she pressed the button, making the pole sink down until the tip of the probe was just below Sofie's curved cheeks. Kadence pushed her back, and then secured the padded ankle cuffs around Sofie's ankles.

The upper platform was pressed down from the bar's pressure. The girl's wrists were then locked into the dangling cuffs, securing her in place. The motor moved once again, this time stopping when the tip of the probe was pressing against Sofie's puckered anus. Kadence inspected it, making sure that the probe would enter smoothly. She nodded to MaryAgnes and the button was pressed once again. Sofie screamed in agony as the tip forced up into her anal cavity. The pain brought her to the verge of fainting as she felt the thick metal probe force into her, stretching her abused ass further. The pole continued to rise, impaling her deeply.

In a vain attempt to escape the pain, she rose up, standing on her tiptoes. The spring beneath the upper platform extended again as she tried to hover above it. The motor stopped, leaving the girl in excruciating pain. Tears dripped off her jaw and onto her heaving breast as she sobbed loudly. Her thin body shook as she let out long, desperate cries. Kadence detached the leash from Sofie's collar. MaryAgnes appeared in front of Sofie once again, taking each of the wires that hang from the naked girl's devices and plugs them into various holes on the body of the cross.

"Tonight you are going to find out that strength is very important. It will not free you from the restraints you are in... You may test them if you like my child, but they will not give. You see, the strength it will take for you to remain on your toes, is what will make the difference in how much pain you face tonight. Every time the bar between your legs forces the platform down, you will feel a current rush through one of the various clamps on your body. The location and number of shocks varies randomly so you will never know where it will strike. Believe me, it will get painful," MaryAgnes stated coldly as she plugged in the last device. "Do not disappoint me girl."

"Oh please no," she faintly begged the cruel woman.

Without another word, both women left Sofie upon the cross. MaryAgnes was handed a gag by one of her helpers. A long black tube traveled through both sides of the gag, the shorter end forced into Sofie's mouth. It was fastened quickly, leaving her to gag as the tip of the tube touched the back of her throat. MaryAgnes then slipped a black cotton hood over the girl's head, leaving her clueless of what was happening around her. The room was emptied and she was now alone with nothing more but her fears to keep her company. The room remained silent for what seemed to be an eternity.

Finally, Sofie could hear people filing into the room and hushed whispers amongst them. She could not make out what was being said but knew now she was not alone any longer. She felt someone grab the cotton hood, getting a handful of her hair in the process. It was given a brutal yank as the bag was pulled off her head. She squinted as her eyes adjusted to the light once again. Before her sat a large gathering of completely naked man facing to the left of her. A television monitor covered the expansive wall in front of them.

"Tonight my brethren, you will get to see just what our sinner has endured on her path to salvation," Isaac said, standing in front of the monitor. "I know you all will take great pleasure in seeing her progress. Unfortunately, for Sofie, God has not granted her His glorious forgiveness just yet, for she has not been blessed with a child. Tonight, after the festivities she will try again."

The lights lowered as the television screen began to glow. Sofie stared at the screen as if mesmerized. She saw herself at various stages of her stay at this unholy house of God. In horror, she watched every angle of each torture. Her toes began to cramp up, causing her to lower herself momentarily. Instantly she was met with a surge of electricity through her nipples. Her body twitched as she pulled against the restraints. The probe in her ass forced deeper inside her, causing her to scream against the gag, letting the muffled sound mingle with the cries from the video. She quickly rose back onto tiptoes.

She could hear the faint gasps and moans during the lulls in the tape from the men who masturbated as they watched her plight play out before them. Again her body slipped, triggering another shot. This one shot through the clamps on her pussy lips. She shook as it passed through her, delaying her movement for a moment. The next shock came very quickly after, this time targeting both the thick probe in her cunt as well as the needle through her clit. Her body convulsed as the surges seemed to become more powerful each time. The video continued on, keeping them men focused on her naked tortured body being serviced by different people.

Sofie's was on the verge of collapse when the tapes ended. Her entire body ached from the charges that surged through it. She was carefully taken down from the cross and carried by on of the men to the area where the chairs had sat. In their place, a large tubular steel frame stood with a leather swing. Her limp body was soon fastened into the device as the men began to line up to use her. Kadence quickly removed the needles and clamps from Sofie as well as the probes that had remained inside her.

Isaac was first. His strong naked body glistened in the low light of the room. Sofie squinted, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She looked up at him pitifully. A cruel smile formed upon his lips as he placed the tip of his cock against her tortured lips. His hands gripped the chains that held the swing, holding her motionless as he gave a powerful thrust. He hilted himself inside her, making her cry out loudly.

The sensitive flesh felt as if it was being ripped apart as he began to hammer away at her cunt. His brutality knew no bounds as he used the swing to pull her into each thrust. Her tears fell once again, streaming down the sides of her face as her head hung back. She clenched her eyes shut and prayed for this ordeal to be over. Deep down she knew this was far from over. Her hope that she once had, was now gone. She groaned, grimacing in agony as Isaac's fingers caught her nipple. She stiffened immediately as the pain grew more intense. He twisted her nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he began to pull it away from her breast. Her back arched in a vain attempt to ease the pain.

Isaac growled as he plunged his cock into her a final time, holding it there as the thick cum flooded into her womb. He withdrew his cock from her pussy and spun the swing around. He grabbed her head as he put the tip of his still swollen cock to her lips and forced it inside. She knew better than to try to resist. Sofie gagged as the tip of his cock lodged in her throat. He held it there as her muscles massaged his cock, bringing him to another slight orgasm. She felt as if she would throw up as the disgusting tasting substance oozed down her throat.

Isaac finished with the girl, stepping away and leaving her to the others. They began two at a time, one at her head and one at her cunt. She was jolted back, forcing the cock at her pussy to delve deeper, then forward to cram the other cock deep into her throat. She gagged and sobbed as the men continuously abused her body. Her pussy ached from the constant friction and the electrical probe. Each time one of her abusers would slide his slimy cock from her cunt, she could feel it trickle down over her tender hole.

After two hours of constant intercourse, Sofie's entire body was in constant pain. Several of the men had used belts, floggers, whips and any other device they could to beat the naked girl's exhausted body in order to make her jerk. Her mumbled screams only proved to turn them on even more as they continued to defile her. It was not until all the men had used her that her cunt and mouth would be given a break.

Isaac had not touched her since his earlier transgression. He was now ready to have her once again. The sea of men parted as he approached, leaving Sofie in the center of their circle as they eagerly watched him. His angry red head pressed slowly against the puckered opening. He held her tight as it pushed the tight ring of muscles apart, her pain intensifying as he invaded her ass. The tip finally popped completely inside her, irritating the seared lining of the passageway. Her body was filled with a renewed energy as she tried to squirm away. His fingers quickly gripped her throat as he held her in place, inching his swollen shaft deeper inside her. His tight grasp slowed her airflow, leaving her feeling dizzy as her body continued to twitch from the pain.

He plunged his cock deep into her ass, nearly pulling it completely out before impaling her once again with it. It had never felt as huge as it did that night. She could feel every vein as his cock drove into her with powerful strokes, each time a loud cry attempting to break free from her. She was in complete agony as he yanked her back into his thrusts. His hand slipped from her throat, gliding down the center of her chest before he quickly snatched her breast. In seconds, both of her breasts were in his grasp as he squeezed them hard.

He used them like handles, pulling her back and forth with them as she cried out. His immaculately manicured nails dug into her skin as he savagely mauled her breasts with his large hands. Little droplets of blood streaked down her skin from the crescent shaped incision caused by his nails. His thrusts became stronger and quicker as he approached climax. His rhythmic grunts matched his pace, becoming louder until they drowned out other sound in Sofie's head. Isaac looked down at his cock as it pistoned in and out of her battered ass, admiring the streaks of blood that now decorated it. His eyes then moved over her body, taking in each welt, each cut, each bruise, as if he were cataloging them in his brain. His eyes met hers as she frighten stared up at him.

She dared not look away as he continued to pump her wounded ass with all his might. He was on the verge of cumming, which was plain for all to see. Her body was jolted back to him with a vicious yank as his seed filled her once again. The hot creamy liquid did not sooth her pain as she hoped it would. It felt as if liquid fire had been injected into her as he held his cock deep inside her.

When Isaac triumphantly pulled out, he stared at his cock for a moment. The bloody mess still clung to his skin. Sofie prayed silently that he would not do what she feared he was about to. Once again, she was spun around and his cock was presented to her. This time she resisted, pressing her lips tightly shut.

"Open your mouth Sofie. It is time for you to clean up your dirty mess. Prove you are worthy of salvation or the punishment will begin." he said rubbing the tip of his stained cock against her lips.

Sofie continued to disobey. Her lips remained clamped shut. She saw Isaac give a nod to MaryAgnes, knowing now that she was in for some real pain.

 

d Frank had been pleasing each other. He stared at her for a moment, fighting back the anger building inside him.

"What do you have to say for yourself mother?" he said, watching the tears well up in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry Doug. Please . . . let me explain" she answered, her voice cracking slightly.

"What's there to explain? I came home and found you sucking another guys cock in my father's house. I can't fucking believe you would do such a thing." he replied.

"It's just that . . . " she stammered, trying to put her dress back on.

"It's just what mother? You're such a whore that you can't keep your fucking panties on and wait for dad to get home?" he said grabbing the dress out of her hands before she could put it back on.

Doug was furious but not just because she was cheating on his father. He was jealous. Since he hit puberty he had an unnatural crush on his mother. It was something that he kept well hidden, but now it was about to tear him apart. Emily was a very attractive woman, making it seem almost normal for him to have such feelings for her.

"You're father hasn't touched me in 2 months." she blurted as she burst into tears.

He couldn't believe what he had just heard. His mother was a beautiful woman, how could his father not be all over her every night. From her long wavy raven locks to her translucent blue/green eyes and sleekly toned body, she was a vision of sexuality. His thoughts became distorted. Part of him wanted to comfort her, to try to be understanding about what she was going through, while the rest of him was fighting the urge to push her down on the sofa and drive his cock into her moist cunt until she begged him to stop.

"Please Doug, I beg you not to tell him about this." she pleaded as she looked up at him pitifully.

"And why shouldn't I tell him mother. Why shouldn't I tell him what a filthy slut you are? " he asked, his cock throbbing in his jeans.

"Please son, I swear to you this is the first time I've done anything like this and it will never happen again." she sobbed.

"You are damn right it will never happen again." Something inside Doug snapped as he watched her succulent firm breasts rise and fall with each breath she took. "Since you want to be the town whore, maybe I should take a turn at you myself."

Emily was stunned at her son's words. She knew she was in no position to fight him. Not only was he big enough that he could easily overpower her, but she knew once her husband found out about the little affair, she would be penniless and living on the street. She watched in horror as her son stepped closer, noticing the outline of his engorged cock through his snug fitting jeans.

"Doug, please don't do this. I'm your mother. This is wrong." she said, hoping to reason with him.

"Yeah and once I tell dad, you will be out of my life for good. So why don't you show me what a good cocksucker you are and maybe I won't tell him about you and the guy from the muffler shop." he snidely replied. "Now get to it bitch."

Emily sighed softly. She knew he was right. Her hands shook as she reached for the button on his jeans, unfastening them slowly and pushing them down. She was quite impressed by the size of his swollen cock as it remained trapped in the dark blue boxer briefs he wore. She was disgusted by the thought of what she was about to do but she figured that she had no choice in the matter. She had to do it to keep her family.

Her fingers inched under the edge of his underwear, slowly peeling them down. Doug stepped out of them, kicking them and his jeans aside. Emily swallowed hard as the head of his cock bobbed inches from her face as it sprung free from the fabric prison. She looked up at her son once more, hoping to find some trace of pity in his eyes, but found nothing but a deranged lust.

Her lips parted slowly as she wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft. He inhaled sharply as he felt her warm breath on his skin. It was the first time anyone else had even touched his cock like that. He licked his lips as he watched his mother skillfully take the head of his cock into her mouth and begin sucking lightly. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head as the intense pleasure hit him. Her tongue felt so soft and warm as it caressed his smooth skin. He dropped the dress, his hands moving to the sides of her head as he groaned softly.

"Oh fucking god mom. That feels so damn good." he said as he forced more of his cock into her mouth.

She tried to feed it in slowly, adjusting to his girth. She was amazed that he was so well endowed. Her fingers slipped from the base as her lips finally rested against it. The thick patch of sandy blond pubic hair tickled her nose as she nuzzled his crotch before sliding her lips back up his throbbing shaft. Her eyes clenched shut as she tried to blot out the reality of who the cock in her mouth belonged to.

The muscles in Doug's legs tensed as he felt her buttery soft lips glide up and down his shaft. It took all he had not to blow his load in her mouth right away. Her tiny hand delicately cupped his balls, rolling them gently in her palm as she continued to work her mouth over his raging erection. Doug stared down at her, trying to grasp the fact that this was not just a fantasy anymore. Finally, he couldn't take it any longer. He felt his balls tightening up as the hot thick cum erupted from his pulsing cock and into his mother's mouth.

Doug pulled her head forward, making her gag as his cock forced into her throat. He grunted and groaned as he emptied his seed down his mother's throat. He knew now that he had already gone too far to stop. He had to feel every inch of her superb body. He pushed her back against the sofa as she let his cock slip from between her lips. The look in his eyes told her the ordeal was far from over.

He crouched down in front of her, forcing her legs apart. Immediately she moved her hand to her crotch, trying to cover herself out of instinct. Doug quickly slapped her hand away as he stared at the soft pink flesh. He ran his fingers over the neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair above her sweet hole. He could see the droplets of moisture lining her thick pink lips. His fingertips traced over the slick little slit slowly as he glared at her.

"Oh my god mother. You are one sick bitch, getting all wet from sucking your own son's cock. You truly are nothing but a worthless whore." he said as his fingers invaded her tight little hole.

She let out a loud moan as two of his thick fingers delved deep inside her before pulling back slowly. He forced them in deep again before pulling them nearly out. He continued to finger fuck her until all she could do was release lusty moans as her hips moved to meet his thrusting fingers. He began to move faster as his thrusts became more brutal, making her voice raise with each pleasurable sound.

The sight of her writhing on the sofa in front of him had his cock already starting to swell once again. He pumped his fingers into her quickly dampening cunt faster and harder, watching her chest heave. Suddenly, his fingers were drenched as a wave of her sweet honey washed over them. He was astonished that his mother, this forbidden goddess of sexuality, just climaxed from his touch. He withdrew his fingers, staring at the wetness that glistened upon them for a moment. As he brought them closer to his mouth, he could smell her musky scent, making his mouth water for a taste.

She watched him lick her juices from his fingers, as she silently prayed that he would spare her any further humiliations. Her body however was consumed with a fiery passion. The rest of her honeyed liquids leaked from between the two swollen lips of her pussy. Doug could not help himself. He had tasted her sweetness and now he wanted more.

He dropped to his knees, pushing her legs further apart as he leaned in closer. His mother started to push him away but he stared up at her like a man possessed.

"Don't you fucking dare think you're going to stop me now you fucking slut." he growled. "You want sex so bad you're going to cheat on my father, well now you're going to get more than you bargained for."

He quickly buried his tongue in her cunt, lapping wildly at it as his nose crushed her clit against her pubic bone. She bit her lip hard, trying to stifle a moan. For some reason, his harsh treatment of her only served to turn her on even more. Doug's tongue probed deep into her velvety folds, curling as it withdrew, trying to draw out all of her tasty essence.

Emily dug her nails into the sofa cushion as he licked deeper and deeper. She was on the verge of orgasm when Doug finally pulled back, looking at her with an evil grin on his face.

"I think it's time to move upstairs so I will be more comfortable mother. Get to your room. I will be there in a moment." he said, standing up slowly. "I expect you to be laying there, looking sexy and ready to beg me for more."

Emily's eyes widened as she looked at her son, who now towered over her petite frame. She quickly got to her feet and scampered up the steps to her bedroom. Doug had gotten an idea as he tasted the sweetness between his mother's thighs, one that would guarantee that he would never be denied that pleasure again. He quickly locked the front door then ran up the stairs to his bedroom and grabbed the digital camera off the desk before entering his parents' bedroom.

The door flung open and Emily was startled by the flash of the digital camera as it snapped a picture of her nude body. She tried to reach for something to cover herself with when Doug slammed the door shut.

"Don't you fucking dare mother. You know if you piss me off at all I will tell dad about what you and that guy were doing. After he hears that, he won't believe you if you tell him how you swallowed my cum." he cruelly chuckled.

"Please Doug, don't do this" she begged.

"Shut the fuck up mother. Now lay back down on the bed and spread your legs wide. I want to see you finger yourself." he said, aiming the camera at her once again.

Emily did as she was told, knowing that he had her just where he wanted her. Her hand slipped slowly down between her thighs as she parted her legs. The shameful look on her face said more than any words she could have expressed. Despite how wrong she knew the situation was, she still could not help but be aroused by his attentions. Her slender fingers gently pushed into her cunt as she let out a soft moan.

Doug continued to snap photos of his mother as her fingers began to work in and out. He watched the shame morph into a sick pleasure as she bucked her hips to meet her thrusts. Her slick juices glistened on her fingers as he captured it all on his camera. His cock was throbbing as he watched his mother feverishly fucking her cunt. He moved closer, his lens focused on the object of his lusts.

He finally pulled her fingers away from her cunt, pushing her hand toward her mouth. Emily quickly began to suck the juices from her fingers while her son took more shots of her. His free hand then moved to his cock, guiding the tip to her drooling cunt and pushing in slowly. He groaned as he began to enter her. She was much tighter than he had imagined. His aim quickly changed, snapping off shots of his rigid cock sliding into her slick hole.

Emily was moaning and writhing against the bed. Finally, Doug hilted himself deep inside his mother's cunt. He held still for a moment, letting her juices coat his thick shaft. He started sawing in and out of her, his pace slow yet hard. His mother's thin frame was jolted by each deeply penetrating thrust. After a couple of minutes, he withdrew from her, and walked across the room. The disappointed look on Emily's face soon disappeared when she realized he would return in a moment. He set the timer on the camera, making sure the angle was good as he sat it down on the dresser, then returned to the bed his parents shared.

Without a word, he drove his cock deep into her hungry cunt in a single thrust. His hips pumped hard and fast as he brutally fucked the woman who gave him life. He reached down, catching her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger and giving it a sharp pinch. She moaned loudly as her muscles began to spasm around his cock and her warm juices flooded out of her. The camera caught every moment of it, intermittently taking more and more pictures.

As soon as the orgasm was over, Doug withdrew, staring down at his mother with a sinister lust gleaming in his eyes.

"Get on your hands and knees slut," he growled as he reached down, giving her clit a brutally hard pinch.

She let out a loud whimper but quickly obeyed. Doug guided his cock back into her dripping wet hole and began to hammer away brutally at her. His fingertips dug into the soft flesh at her hips, pulling her back into each thrust as she moaned loudly. He kept staring at her tight little puckered hole as he fucked her. He knew that he had to take her ass as well. His mind raced with fiendish ideas of what to put her through, but he knew he had little time until his father would return and he had to cum soon. He slid his throbbing shaft from his mother's pussy and pressed the head against her dark little hole.

"Oh god no Doug, please. I've never..." she started to protest, but Doug quickly slapped her ass as hard as he could, cutting her words shorts.

He then forced her head to the mattress before he began to force his thick cock into her ass. She shrieked as the head ripped past the tight ring of muscles and kept burrowing deeper into her virgin hole. He quickly bottomed out, not giving her a moment to adjust and began to pump hard and fast. She sobbed as he took from her the last of her dignity.

"God you have a tight ass for a slut. You love it don't you mother. You love having your ass fucked by your own son." he said, pulling her back into each brutal thrust.

When she didn't answer right away, he began to slap her ass again, leaving large hand print shaped welts over it. He continued to spank her as he drove his cock in as hard as he could.

"Answer me you fucking whore. We both know you love the feel of cock so much you don't care who's it is." he grunted as he continued to pound her like a cheap whore. "You're cumming again aren't you bitch."

His balls slapped loudly against her pussy lips, feeling her warm juices coat them with each strike. He couldn't hold out any longer. His cock was aching it was so hard and his balls were starting to tighten. He continued to drive his cock into her ass until finally the thick ropes of cum shot deep inside her bowels. His mother laid there sobbing as he emptied his seed into her. Finally, he pulled his cock from her sore hole. He smirked as he looked down at her. He moved her over, laying down on his back next to her. His fingers tangled in her long raven hair, pulling her up for a kiss before he forced her face down to his crotch.

"Time to clean up your mess mom" he chuckled.

Emily gagged as she tried to pull away, not wanting to taste the mixture of his cum and her ass. He pulled her hair harder, forcing a yelp from her lips. As soon as they parted, he forced his cock into her mouth.

"And don't you dare bite. I swear I will make sure dad knows all about you and that other guy and how you tried to bribe me with sex not to tell on you." he stated.

Emily could not believe how cruel her son was being to her. Did he truly hate her this much? She began to softly suck, trying not to throw up from the vile taste coating her son's semi hard cock. He used her hair as a handle, pulling her back slightly and forcing it all down her throat again before it finally deflated.

Once she had cleaned it to his satisfaction, Doug pushed her away, climbing off the bed and getting the camera. He stood there leaning against the dresser as he flipped through the images that it contained. He smiled wickedly as he looked at every moment of her humiliation.

"You better go clean yourself up mother. Wouldn't want dad to find out what's you've been up to?" he chuckled as he headed for the bedroom door. "And by the way mom, after he goes to sleep tonight, I expect you to come to my room. I wanna fill that worthless cunt of yours with a load as well"

With that he walked out, going downstairs to get dressed, leaving his mother slumped on the bed sobbing openly.