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You said you would do anything at all to return. Your punishment for breaking the submission will be in 2 parts. Very humiliating and very painful. Are you ready to pay such a high price?
Frankie hadn’t expected to hear from him ever again. She’d tried to make it right, offered to do anything to try and make it up to him, but he’d said it was impossible. She’d had no choice but to accept it. Now he was offering her a chance to return, to redeem herself &nd She picked her phone up and texted: I would like you to accept my submission very much. I’m ready. She lay awake in the dark, waiting to hear what he required her to do. The humiliation part of the punishment would be extremely difficult for her. It was getting on for 4A.M, but there would be no sleep until he’d replied. Stockings, heels, your leather coat. To the Co- Op. Courgette into cunt & arse. 3 pegs in your pocket for tongue & nipples. Go to Paul’s flat. Ask him for a bowl. With him watching remove coat & squat over bowl. Remove courgettes, lick clean put into the bowl. Put on pegs. Pee into bowl then drink. Remove tongue peg. Paul may not touch you at any time however at this point he may wank over your face & tits. If he chooses to do so you will pull on your nipple pegs hard. You will then remove pegs put on your coat & leave. Do not clean his cum until you are home. Part 1 of punishment complete. If you need to clean his cum off before leaving you may totally humiliate yourself and ask him to pee on you so you can wash xxx When Frankie awoke next morning, she re-read the texts several times, with a growing sense of anxiety. What he asked was impossible. She couldn’t do it. How could she? She was neither shocked nor surprised at what he demanded, just terrified at the idea. How badly do you want this? A voice said in her mind. She knew this calm, reasonable voice well. It had talked her through a lot of hard things and bad times. If she became his slave that she’d be hearing a hell of a lot more of that voice too. It was the one that made her stand fast and endure, no matter what the rest of her was saying. As she made herself coffee, her imagination kept playing unwelcome images of what might happen if she went through with it. Frankie closed her eyes and tried to will the mental pictures away. She worked with Paul. How could she go to his house and do this? But how could she not? She picked up her phone, watching her fingers move over the keypad as if they were controlled by someone else, and she was just a fascinated bystander. Frankie shivered. Michelle was one of her friends, she didn’t see how she could possibly do it in front of her. Paul it was then, and think herself bloody lucky, too. Frankie fought the urge to throw her phone against the wall. She wanted to tell him to shove it, no way was she doing it, but her fingers just wouldn’t make those words. After ten minutes or so she had calmed down enough to compose a reply. Frankie had showered in between texts, and by 1p.m. she’d finished applying her make-up. She dressed. Or rather, didn’t dress. She felt cold and vulnerable under her knee length coat in only stockings and high heels, although common sense told her that no-one could possibly know that she was naked if she was careful, it still didn’t take away the dread of being found out in public. One final look in the mirror and she was ready to start the first part of her ordeal. This thought had occurred to Frankie as she walked slowly and carefully to the Co-Op, heels loud on the pavement. She avoided eye contact with the people she passed, hoping they wouldn’t notice her. She wanted to shrink, to become soundless and invisible, but all the wishing in the world wasn’t going to make it happen. She had two choices. Give up, or continue. She waited for him to text back. She hoped he’d allow her this one thing, but he would want the maximum amount of upset and humiliation he could get from her. It took less than a minute to get a reply The Co-Op was a slice of normality, where ordinary people did ordinary things. Frankie wished she was one of them. You could be, the voice said. Just text him, tell him you’ve changed your mind, you won’t do it. Somehow, that wasn’t an option. He wasn’t forcing her, she had a choice. She felt compelled to do this by some part of herself, and that same part found the idea of being his slave and obeying him incredibly erotic. She chose the courgettes carefully. Smooth, and not too big. She felt embarrassed at the checkout for only buying courgettes. She thought the middle aged woman behind the till knew exactly what she wanted them for. She had to ask for the key to the store toilets too. In the toilet cubicle, Frankie took her coat off, her nipples hardening immediately as the cold air touched them. Quickly, she took a tube of lubricant out of her bag, fumbling and almost dropping it in her haste. She wanted this over and done with. She covered the smallest of the courgettes in a generous amount, and bent over, willing her tense muscles to relax. Very gently, she pushed the rounded end of the courgette slowly into her arse. She paused for a moment, getting used to the uncomfortable sensation, then pushed the vegetable further in, fighting the urge to clench up and expel the unwelcome intruder. Carefully, she straightened up, clenching the cheeks of her arse now to help keep the courgette in place. She put lube on the second one, and slid it inside her cunt. The coldness was not unpleasant, but the feeling of being filled almost to bursting in both holes was hard to bear. She put her coat and scarf back on, trying to gain what warmth and comfort she could. For safety’s sake, she tucked the end of the courgette between her legs into the top of her stocking, otherwise as she walked it would slip out and fall to the floor. Frankie let herself out of the cubicle, and walked slowly over to the sinks. The sound of her heels was loud on the tile floor. As she washed her hands, the door opened and an old lady came into the toilets. Frankie gave her the key to hand back in, thankful to be spared going back into the shop again. One chance only. Frankie paused on her slow journey to the bus stop. Her rational mind told her to take that chance. Why the fuck was she doing this, anyway? And for what? Merely for his approval? So he could have a good laugh about it to himself afterwards and despise her for doing it? Her pride had a big problem with that. But it’s not like that, the insidious, quiet voice in her head insisted, yes, he’s getting pure pleasure at your expense, yes, he’s savouring every moment of your fear, your humiliation. He also really wants you to pass this test, to prove that you meant what you said, that there’s nothing you won’t endure just for him. It’s not just a punishment. At least, that’s what she wanted to believe. Her hopes seemed so fragile, the task too daunting. Yet if she backed out, she would always regret not seeing it through to the end, be plagued until her dying day with ‘if only’s’ and ‘what if’s’. Although many things in Frankie’s world were uncertain and unstable, there was one unshakeable belief. No man had ever fascinated her as much as him. If she was going to be damned, let her be damned by his hand. The bus journey was a nightmare. Frankie stood because she had no choice, even though the bus was mostly empty. She endured what she felt were questioning looks from the other passengers as she held on to the pole with a death grip. Her phone went off. Another message, but she was too busy trying to stand and keep the courgettes in place to read it. When she got off at the stop near Paul’s house, she stood for a moment, watching the bus drive off into the distance, her breath making vapour clouds in the still, frosty air. Going to be cold tonight, she thought. She set off for Paul’s street. Sunday 14:42 Dom - Seeing Paul approaching his front door through the frosted glass, Frankie thought again of the impossible thing she must do. How could she tell him? What if he said no? The idea that he might refuse hadn’t really occurred to her before, but now it was a real possibility. How would she explain that to her owner? “Nice of you to come down. I don’t get many visitors these days, “ Paul said, as she followed him through to the tiny but extremely neat kitchen. “Not since that bitch turned people against me with her lies,” he added. He was referring to his soon-to-be-ex wife, Frankie knew, but she had no time to indulge him with a sympathy session today. “I’ve got something I have to ask you. This is going to sound so weird and shocking, but just hear me out. You know how I enjoy BDSM, and you always want to know more about it?” Paul was busy spooning coffee into two cups. He looked up briefly. Frankie pressed on, the words tumbling out, not the way she had constantly rehearsed on the journey, but simply spilling out of her. “I need you to watch me do some stuff, take photos of me with my phone as proof for my owner. I’ve been ordered to do this as a punishment.” Frankie shoved her phone back in her pocket, feeling pressure mounting on her. It had to be said, there was no nice way of putting it. Now she wished she’d texted Paul first and told him. If he’d reacted with horror, she could have pretended it was just a joke. No chance of that now. Rapidly, Frankie explained what she wanted Paul to do, stumbling over the words, feeling her face burn red with shame. It was worse than she had imagined. She stared at the spotless beige tiled floor, the shocked silence seeming to grow and take on a life of its own as she waited for his response. “You mean you’re naked under that coat?” Paul said eventually. Frankie nodded, still not looking at him. “Fucking hell. Your boyfriend wants you to get naked and for me to take pics of you, then wank over you? He can’t think much of you, Frank, I’ll tell you that much. What fucking planet is he on?” “You don’t understand. It’s punishment.” “You must have committed one hell of a crime, then!” “Will you do it?” Frankie just wanted him to say yes, not have a lengthy debate on the rights and wrongs. Paul laughed, a harsh, cynical sound. “I haven’t got anything better planned for today. Course I’ll do it. I’ve wanted to get you out your clothes for a long time, you know that. I think your boyfriend’s a bastard, though. Get rid, he’s bad news.” Frankie risked a glance at him. For all his outrage and lecturing, there was excitement in his eyes. There was something unpleasant about Paul, really creepy. She felt angry that he’d said yes. Betrayed, almost. You’re supposed to be my fucking friend, you bastard! She thought. If you were any kind of friend you’d have said no way. You wouldn’t have let me degrade myself like this. But it was typical of human nature. Of all the guy friends Frankie had, she could only think of one who would have refused out of genuine respect for her, even though he’d have wanted to do it. “Come on then, strip off!” Paul said, closing the blinds. “Wait a minute.” Frankie got her phone. “Could I have a bowl. An old one you don’t want anymore,” she said. While Paul started rummaging through a cupboard, Frankie unbuttoned her coat with stiff, fumbling fingers. She shrugged it off, and stood naked except for her suspender belt, heels and stockings. One of them had a ladder in, just above the knee. She stood rigidly, head turned to one side, away from Paul. “What the fuck?!” he said. Frankie knew he meant the courgettes. Wordlessly, she took the old plastic jug out of his hands. He was staring, mouth hanging slightly open, eyes jumping from her tits to her cunt and back again. She reached down and slid the first one out of her, licking her own juices from the skin before dropping it in the jug. She removed the second one from her arse, barely licked it once and it joined the other in the jug. Paul said nothing, but he was breathing quickly. Moving fast now, Frankie tipped the contents of the jug into the bin. Fuck. She hadn’t taken any pics yet. Once again she got her phone out of her coat, her fingers shaking so much that she sent her owner a blank text by mistake. Fuck punctuation, fuck spelling properly. This was a situation where commas and capital letters just didn’t matter anymore. “We need to go to the bathroom for this bit,” Frankie said, surprised at how normal her voice sounded. The pegs! Nearly forgot that bit. She got them out of her coat pocket, and followed Paul down a narrow passage, her movements jerky and graceless. The bathroom was, like the kitchen, neat and almost sterile. Nothing out of place, no bottles of shampoo or a stray razor on the side of the gleaming bath, everything in soothing shades of pastel green. The act she was about to commit would violate this orderly, tranquil place. Frankie stood in the shower cubicle. She lifted the jug up underneath her cunt, willing herself to pee. Nothing doing. If only Paul would leave her alone for this bit! She looked at him. He was rubbing his cock through his jeans, his eyes never leaving her body. She eventually managed to pee a little, hearing the sound of a belt being unbuckled. She felt sick as she set the jug down carefully and picked the clothes pegs up. The pain as they bit down on her nipples was huge, but she knew that it would be nothing to the pain she’d feel when she removed them. She had the nasty feeling she was supposed to have put them on before peeing in the jug, but it was too late now. She took a moment to compose herself before pegging her tongue. Time to text. Paul was leaning in the doorway. Naked. Playing with his erection. Blocking her only escape route. She wished her owner was here, felt a sudden anger that he wasn’t. What if things went wrong? What if Paul got too excited and didn’t stop when he was supposed to? How could he put her in a potentially dangerous situation like this? She used the anger to fuel her resolve to complete the task. She’d count the emotional cost later. The photos! Paul hadn’t taken any yet, and she wasn’t suffering through this for nothing. She slid her phone across the carpet to him. “Get some good pics, please.” The words came out with difficulty. Talking with a peg on your tongue wasn’t easy. Paul put her phone down and stepped in the shower, but not before he’d rinsed away the piss on the floor of the cubicle. Fastidious to the last. Hopefully he’d be careful not to touch her in case he got any on him. Frankie knelt with difficulty, pressed tightly into the corner. She shut her eyes, until she remembered she had to keep them open. She focused on the plughole in the bottom of the basin. Anything other than look at Paul, who’s cock was uncomfortably near her face. Is this how prostitutes feel? She wondered. Probably. Except they would demand a good deal of money to do the things she had today. She was doing it for nothing other than the approval and affection of her owner – and her own stubbornness, her refusal to give in no matter what. Paul’s right hand was stroking the shaft of his cock, his breathing heavy. “Dirty little bitch,” he said, his hand moving faster. “You’d just love to have this in you, wouldn’t you?” Afraid, Frankie said nothing. She jumped and recoiled when she felt a hand brush her left tit. He touched me! He’s not supposed to! She fought against the urge to push him away and run. Something warm hit her neck, and began running down her tit. She forced herself to remain still as the rest of his spunk splattered against her shoulder and neck. It was over. Frankie let herself in to her house. It was freezing, but she couldn’t even summon the energy required to light the gas fire. Instead she huddled up on the sofa for a while, waiting for the water to heat up enough for a bath. In the end she couldn’t wait any longer to scrub the smell of piss from her body, to rid herself of Paul’s cum. She knew it was only her imagination, but it seemed to itch and burn her skin where it had landed, like some corrosive and deadly substance. The water was lukewarm, and she shivered uncontrollably, but eventually she felt clean again. Downstairs, she re read her owner’s last text. This she could deal with, and the idea of him inflicting such pain on her was thrilling and erotic. The pain itself would be huge and monstrous, very hard to handle at the time, and it scared her as well as turned her on. The marks she’d be left with would be beautiful – red stripes against her pale skin to start with, replaced by livid dark purple bruises that would gradually fade down to greeny blue and pale yellow. Every time she looked at them, or caught her leg against something and felt a twinge of pain from them, she would think of her owner again, and how he’d left his mark on her. I know you will make me suffer. I understand, and although I’m scared I’m determined to endure it for you. Hope you are still viewing today as a positive step forward. With your new status of slave you no longer have daily tasks, from now on, you will be tasked only when I really wish something. Tasks will range from pleasure for you to total humiliation as today. As a slave, refusal is not an option. Refusal will bring dismissal. Do you understand & agree? Xxx Refusal is not an option. Refusal will bring dismissal. Frankie could not get rid of these words from her head. If she was to do this, then the only limit to what he might require her to do was his own imagination, and that was vast. Even if she did all these things - jumped through his metaphorical flaming hoops, so to speak – no matter how well she did them, or what it cost her emotionally or psychologically, all of that would count for nothing with him if she faltered once and said she couldn’t do something. What was the point? She felt cheated. Why had she just gone through that ordeal for him if at some stage he was planning on getting rid of her anyway? She wished she’d known before, but it was too late now. Maybe it had always been too late. Real D/s wasn’t fun all the time. Slavery wasn’t meant to be taken lightly. The truth of it was pain, suffering and tears. Lots of tears. It was fucking, sucking, multiple orgasms, welts, agony, bruises that took weeks to heal, ecstasy, limbs cramped and screaming for release from their restraints, incredible highs and unimaginable lows. It wasn’t the stylised, sanitised version of it – Sane, Safe and Consensual was the phrase bandied about a great deal – the acceptable, user friendly face of sadomasochism for the internet generation. Yet for all that, the rewards were massive, the bonds stronger and more intense than even the most passionate vanilla pairing. Each partner saw the other one’s shadow side, and embraced it. Frankie was willing to risk all for this and become his willing slave. Maybe this driving force deep within her was all consuming, and would lead to her eventual self destruction, but she never felt more alive and existing purely in the moment than when she gave him her suffering and it pleased him, when he demanded that she drop to her knees and suck his cock, when he inflicted terrible pain on her, or when he held her close and safe afterwards. This was her reality, and she would live it while she could. Read Moreash; but as his slave this time, not just a submissive. Could she take it as a slave, owned property with no choice and no limits? She didn’t know, but she knew she would try. No one else, it seemed, could give her so much pleasure or inflict so much pain as he. How she wished it wasn’t so.
Sunday 04:33 Dom –
Sunday 04:34 Dom –
Sunday 04:42 Dom –Sunday 11:06 sub –
I’ve thought about it, and I’ll try and do it. Does it have to be him, though?
Sunday 11:06 Dom –
Who else is there? And I want pictures of every stage on your phone.
Sunday 11:13 sub –
Ok. I don’t suppose there is anyone else to ask, It’s just awkward having to work with him.
Sunday 11:16 Dom –
Paul it is then. Don’t ask just tell him. Think yourself lucky I made it less humiliating than the 1st version.
Sunday 11:22 sub –
What was the first version?
Sunday 11:26 Dom –
Michelle as witness
Sunday 11:33 sub –
You’re right, that would be worse. I’ll do it this afternoon.
Sunday 11:34 Dom –
Good girl. Cum 1st. Keep me informed.
Sunday 12.15 Dom –
More I think of it the more I want a witness to your humiliation there. Xxx
Sunday 12:30 sub –
Is it not enough that Paul will see it? I don’t know how I’m ever going to look him in the eye again after this
Sunday 12:31 Dom –
Yes it’s enough for Paul alone. I told you it would be total humiliation. It will be total pain if you come up here straight after. I’m semi hard just thinking of the moment you reveal your body to one you dislike so much. Xxx
Sunday 12:48 sub –
I can’t come up today. I really can’t even bear to think what it’ll be like to do this in front of him, but I’m willing to do it for you. Xxx
Sunday 12.49 Dom –
Thank you. Can you come up tomorrow tea time? When are you starting your punishment? Do you think he’ll take the opportunity to cum on you?
Sunday 13:26 sub –
Am going to the Co-Op now for courgettes, then take the bus to his house. It will be Thursday before I can come up. I don’t know if he’ll cum on me. I really hope not.
Sunday !3:41 Dom –
Thursday would be great. Give him his instructions before revealing your body. Tell him he has the option to cum on you but no touching.
Sunday 13:44 Dom
Are you dressed as instructed?
Sunday 13:50 sub –
Yes, wearing what you told me to, and dying of cold and fear. Can I wipe the cum off me a bit if it’s on my face or not? Xxx
Sunday 13:51 Dom –
No!
Sunday 13:51 Dom –
Don’t forget phone pics at every stage. Be strong. If you want it badly enough you’ll make it. Xxx
Sunday 13:56 Dom –
Does he know your on your way and why?
Sunday 14:02 sub –
He knows I’m coming down, but not why yet. Going to have trouble sitting on the bus with a courgette up my arse. Can I please put it in after I get off?
Sunday 14:03 Dom –
No. Stand on the bus xxx
Sunday 14:07 sub –
Ok. Am going to bus stop now. Can’t believe I’m actually about to do this. Not going to think about it, just do it. Xxx
Sunday 14:08 Dom –
Good girl. You fully understand what you have to do and what to tell him? How are you feeling? People will wonder why you standing. Courgettes stretching you? Xxx
Sunday 14:12 Dom –
Don’t tell him not to tell anyone. If you do it gives him power over you to blackmail you. If he does tell anyone who would believe him? All you have to say to people it’s his fantasy, nothing to do with you.
Sunday 14:18 sub –
I understand what I have to do and say. I hope no one will believe him. Am shaking so much and I feel sick. I’m really, really scared, but it will soon be over. Xxx
Sunday 14:18 Dom –
Good girl. It will be over very quickly. You have the option to back out now. One chance only. Xxx
Sunday 14:22 sub –
No, I’m going to do it.
Sunday 14:22 Dom –
Welcome to your new slave life. Xxx
Sunday 14:43 sub –
Am about to go in. Wish me luck xxx
Sunday 14:44 Dom –
Good luck. No short cuts or cheats. Text me at each stage.
Sunday 14:59 Dom –
Has he accepted?
Sunday 15:00 sub –
Yes, this is going to be awful
Sunday 15:00 Dom –
That’s why it’s called punishment. You may take your coat off now. Don’t forget pics. Xxx
Sunday 15:11 Dom –
You just sent a blank text
Sunday 15:12 sub –
I know im in such a state of nerves im having trouble txting properly. Ive done the courgettes in the bowl I cant bear to look at him watching me
Sunday 15:14 Dom –
If Paul sticks to the rules and don’t step out of line I may let him witness you being flogged next time you need punishment. What’s happening now?
Sunday 15:15 Dom –
You don’t have to look. Keep going, you can do it. Xxx
Sunday 15:17 Dom –
I’ve changed my mind. You will look him in the eye from now on. Xxx
Sunday 15:24 sub –
Please don’t make me look at him please I beg you he taken his trousers off now. Am about to drink piss not easy with a peg on my tongue
Sunday 15:25 Dom –
You will look him in the eye as you drink your piss & as it spill out your mouth onto your body, and continue to do so as he wanks and cums over you. I want you humiliated like never before. Xxx
Sunday 15:25 sub –
Ok as you wish im trying so hard to keep myself together right now
Sunday 15:26 Dom –
Good slave. Make me proud. Xxx
Sunday 15:43 sub –
Im out of there now. It’s done. Am in the woods near his place. I need 5 minutes to get my head straight. He wanted to take me home but I can’t stand to be near him right now. I have some cum on my neck and in my hair. I’m covered in my own piss and I’m in a daze. You did totally humiliate me, but I did it to please you.
Sunday 15:44 Dom –
Thank you for doing your punishment so well. Take your five minutes then text & tell me what happened from drinking to leaving & how you feel. Xxx
Sunday 16:06 sub –
I think I spilled more down me than I managed to swallow. I had to kneel down in the shower to do it. He tried to touch my tit at one point when he was wanking. Then he cum and it was over. I got my coat and left He thinks me and you are fucking crazy. I feel awful, really cheap and nasty and ashamed. Yet part of me is so pleased I managed to do it. Xxx
Sunday 16:08 Dom –
I am very, very pleased with you & proud too. He say anything else? He tried to touch you so he won’t be used again. Are you on the bus home now?
Sunday 16:20 sub –
Waiting for the bus. I’m so tired all of a sudden. Can’t wait to get home and in the bath. I’m glad you’re pleased with me. He said it was wrong and fucked up, but it turned him on and he wanted me to come back and do it again for him in a few days. I told him no, that I belong to you, and I certainly didn’t do it for his pleasure.
Sunday 16:23 Dom –
Good girl. You’ll feel better once you’re in the bath & clean. The tiredness is likely to be the drop in adrenalin. Well done. I’m delighted. If you can get through that you can get through anything. Was his initial reaction shocked or surprised? Did he comment when you took them out your cunt & arse or when you drank? Xxx
Sunday 16:38 sub –
He was shocked at first, then he got turned on. He couldn’t believe I came over with courgettes up myself. He got horny when he watched me drink my own piss. I wish he hadn’t touched me, it makes my skin crawl to think of it. Nearly home now, glad the bus is almost empty. Xxx
Sunday 16:50 Dom –
Well done. I know how hard it was for you, that’s why it was punishment and not a task. Just the painful bit to get through now. On Thursday it will be full on pain as punishment. No holding back or allowances. Flogger, crop & belt in sets of 36. Xxx
Sunday 17:30 sub –
Sunday 17:31 Dom –
That’s my girl Xxx
Sunday 17:46 Dom
Sunday 18:07 sub –
I understand, and agree. Xxx
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I found you laying in bed after taking a shower. I want to be quiet so as not to scare you but you hear me anyways. I crawled onto the bed, sliding up next to you wanting to touch you. I reach out with my left hand and run it slowly up the side of your left leg. I see your skin break out with goose bumps. My hand moves up the length of your body, pausing slightly when I reach your tattoo. I trace a finger around a part of that sexy tattoo that turns me on so much.
I shiver slightly as I always do. Licking my lips, I lean forward and slide my tounge out and gently lick one of your ribs, going the length of the tattoo. I look up and your eyes are closed, waiting for me to do what I want with you, and I will. I slide my hand up to your chest, mov But that may come later. I reach above you and pull out the blindfold. I place it around your head, securely covering your eyes. I smile, because I love when you are blindfolded and you cannot see me. I kiss your mouth, wanting you, but controlling myself. I bite down on your lower lip and pull it out...only to suck on it..biting a bit harder before letting go. I rise up and remove my shirt and stradle your chest at once. Taking both hands in mine I guide your hands to my chest. At once you know what to do and you take both of my breasts in your hands and slowly squeeze them. My nipples harden at your touch and you pinch both at once gently. I inhale sharply because this is what I have waited for for so long. I whisper for you to do it harder and you comply. My pussy drips with desire. But I control that desire because I have so much I want to do to you;with you. I rub my wet pussy against your chest as you squeeze my nipples HARD. I regain control and take both of your hands and press them together. Reaching for some rope, I lean forward and tease your mouth with a hard nipple. I sit up and slowly wrap a piece of white cotton rope around your wrists, pulling TIGHT to make sure they are as close together as possible. I then slowly wrap the rope around your wrists ,savoring each turn and motion. Wanting it to last, my pussy getting wetter as I begin to bind you for MY pleasure. I tie the rope snugly in place and finish it off with a square knot, to make sure you cannot get out of the rope. I reach down between my legs and feel my juice soaking my pussy and close my eyes as I gently slide a finger inside of myself. I push my finger in and out slowly. Feeling an orgasm start, I force myself to stop. Reluctantly I pull out my finger and place it against your lips, as you open your mouth and greedily suck the juices off my finger. I want to come in your mouth, but that will have to wait. I want you to beg me for it. I want you ask me to let you lick my wet pussy. I then push myself off of your chest and onto the side of your naked body. I look down at you...wanting to ravish you in one instant but knowing the anticipation will make us love it even more. I tell you to sit up while helping you into the sitting position. I pick up the gag and smile to myself. I love to have you gagged yet at the same time I love to use your mouth. But I know I will in due time. I slide the gag harness over your head and begin to buckle the straps into place before inserting the ball into your mouth. After I secure the buckles and know that it's ready, I push the ball between your teeth rather roughly. I shove the ball as far into your slut mouth as I can and buckle it behind your head. I pull on the buckle and make sure it is nice and tight and your mouth is spread open. I lay you back down on the bed. I move between your legs and gently take your cock in my hand. It is semi hard and I want it rock hard for me. I slowly move my hand up and down the length of your dick and pull at the foreskin I love so much. Letting go I slap it once, twice a third time for my enjoyment. I take a thin piece of rope and slide it up under your balls and tie your balls up first and then winding the rope around your dick. Going higher and higher until your cock looks even bigger and is purple. I pull it TIGHT so that it throbs with desire when I touch it. I wrap the rope around the head of your cock and tie it off with a square knot. I flick your cock head once, and two more times, smiling and l icking my lips. I lean forward and lick the huge purple head, sticking my tounge into the slit of your cock. Your pre cum is on my lips, I want to feel you inside of me. I suck the head of your cock between my lips slowly, teasingly. I pull off and laugh, because you want more but you will only have it when I SAY you can. So I push you onto your side and slap your hot little ass HARD. Ah yes I know you don't like to be hit much, but it makes my pussy drip to slap you harder and harder. It makes me almost come when I cause pain. I take a long piece of rope and wrap it around your already bound wrists and tie it again and pull it down so your hands are near your cock and then I tie the rope around your cock and balls. I bring the rope between your asscheeks. Before I bring the rope fully behind you, my finger on my left hand gently touches your asshole. Mmmmm...I want it so badly...I squeeze a little lube onto my finger and then slowly, carefully press that finger into your tight ass. I want to ram my whole fist inside of you, but I know I cannot do it yet. So I gently push the length of my finger inside of you. With great care I pull and push my finger out of your ass a few times. I want more, so I add more lube and slide a second finger inside of you. You take it wonderfully and it encourages me to slide one more finger inside of you. I am three fingers in up to the third knuckle. I fuck your ass slowly with my fingers and lean down and bite your ass gently, while I am fucking your ass. Satisified that I have stretched you enough I reach for a medium sized butt plug and lube it up some. Reluctantly I remove my fingers and gently push the pink butt plug against your asshole. Your hole gives way and lets me push it inside. I push it up until it cannot go further and your hot ass tightens around it, holding it in for me. I then wrap the rope around the plug and pull the length of rope behind you along your back. I wrap it a few times around your neck, and pulling it through the D ring on the collar around your neck. I then wrap it again around your neck and up the back of your head and pull it again through a D ring. This time I pull it through the D ring on the harness of the gag. I tie it tightly around the D ring in the gag and then tie it to the bolt in the wall so that you cannot move even if you want to. Then I tie some rope to the wall and pull the length down to your ankles and I tie each ankle tightly, and then tying them together so that you cannot move one little bit. I stand up and look down at you. Wanting you soooooo badly, but knowing if I wait I will cum so much harder! I walk slowly into the room where I have left you lay for the last half an hour. My pussy is dripping and my nipples are hard...wanting to touch you...fuck you. I slowly walk around the bed where you lay. I can hear the tv in the background. A porno is playing...to get me more in the mood. I lay next to you and slowly begin to untie you. First the gag. I want access to your mouth. My nipples are hard and I want them in your mouth. After I have released your mouth for my desire. I keep the blindfold on so that you cannot see me. I lean up against you...so my bare tits are pushed against your face. I pull off my shirt and let my tits out of their confinded space. I push my tits together and gently pinch one. Smiling to myself as I watch a stream of milk squirt out of my left tit and land against your lips. My tits were full of milk and my pussy dripping wanting y ou. I rub my right nipple against your sexy full lips. My piercing touching your mouth at the same that some milk leaks out as I press the nipple against your lips. You automatically open your mouth. I gently squeeze my full tit and watch as my milk squirts into your open mouth and you close your mouth to swallow my milk. I shudder and feel it go between my legs. I am soaking wet watching you drink my milk. Your greedy mouth closes on my nipple and you suck hard on my nipple pulling it deep into your mouth. I can feel the milk flowing into your mouth and watch as you swallow all of it. I want to cum and now!. I quickly untie you....let you stretch and lay on top of you. I kiss you deep, tasting my milk on your lips. I lean up and squeeze my left nipple so the milk squirts onto your chest and up your neck. I am so heavy that I pin you down against the bed and you cannot move to touch me. I grab your left hand and then your right. I quickly wrap the rope around your wrists and wind it around and around your hands. You canot move you hands. They are pressed together. You reach down for your hard cock. I retie your hard horse dick. I want to sit on your face badly. My tits are swollen and I want you badly. But before I do...I want to tease you. So I lean forward and slide my tongue out of my mouth and gently lick the tip of your dick. You are already leaking cum from your dick. I slowly reach out with my tongue and lick softly against your dick head. Tasting you...wanting you so badly. I grab your balls that are tied up tightly with the rope and squeeze your swollen balls gently. I am sitting between your legs, your hands are tied together laying above your cock and balls that are tied up for ME. I am staring at you and thinking how I want to use and abuse you. you are tied there for MY pleasure. To force you to do what I want when I want! I reach up and squeeze my nipples hard ...watching the milk squirt on your cock. I lean forward and lick the milk off your dick. I press my tits against your cock. Rubbing my wet nipples against your cock head. I tilt my chin down and slip your cock into my mouth and suck HARD. You try to push up into my mouth. I know you want to be all the way inside of my mouth. I am not ready for it yet. I suck your dick for a few minutes while my right hand squeezes and pulls on your balls. Slowly I slide my tongue around the head of your cock. It's tied up tight, and I am teasing you by alternating between sucking on it HARD and sliding my tongue all over the head. I get up and slide my body against yours...pressing my soaking wet pussy against your leg. I move hard against you...wetting your leg...wanting to cum...ALMOST cuming against your leg. I stop myself and move over your dick. I slowly teasingly move my dripping pussy onto the head of your cock. I just lifted my hips and pushed your cock head into the opening of my pussy. My very hot pussy starts to squeeze the head of your dick wanting more. You start to desperately push up and I'm afraid you will cum too soon. I quickly get up off you and move towards your head. I want to cum in your mouth. So I stradle your head. One leg on each side of your head. I squat down and bring my pussy over your mouth. I roughly push my wet pussy against your mouth forcing your mouth open and forcing you to lick me. You start to slowly lick my wet pussy and as soon as your tongue touches my pussy I start to cum. Not a slow long one but a fast hard intense orgasm. It starts in my clit and rocks through my whole body. It explodes from the inside out. The moment I cum into your mouth my juices flood your mouth. My cum squirts out of my pussy and fills your mouth. At the same time that my juice squirts out of my pussy into your mouth I reach up and pinch my nipple and my milk and my pussy squirt out at the same time. You keep licking my pussy and I just sit on your face and slowly move around on top of your face. I am getting more excited the more you lick my pussy. I start to cum again and again. FIlling your mouth with my juices. After 4 or 5 orgasms...I crawl off of you and pull frantically at the rope. You are desperately helping me pull the rope off your hands and your cock. You get the rope off and flip me over onto my back. I'm shocked and sooooo turned on. You push your head against my tits and suck hard on my nipples and your fingers find their way into my pussy...while you suck on my nipple...my pussy tightens up on your hand as I cum once again. You push me down and get on top of me and grab ahold of each of my legs and push them against my chest. I'm bent in half like a pretzel and I'm so turned on. I love when you take over and fuck me hard. I wait about a half a second and you shove your hard cock inside of me and start to fuck me hard. I cum right away again...and all I can do is dig my fingernails into your back while I cum on your cock. You are pumping and pushing and I'm cuming the whole time...soaking your cock with my cum and I can feel my juices wetting the bed underneath my ass. You push and grunt and when you cum you groan loudly and I can feel your dick getting bigger and exploding inside of my pussy. My cunt squeezes all of your cum out of your cock until you are limp inside of me. Read Moreing over your left nipple, smiling to myself. I know you hate when I pinch and pull at it but I cannot help myself as I give it a gentle tug. I move my hand to your neck and squeeze gently...closing my eyes thinking of choking you while riding you.
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Inside Me
----- 7 -- e.l. hanes Please direct all comments or questions to me at hanes_el@yahoo.com.
I woke up being squeezed into the most comfortable, warm, and strong body ever. It was a tight squeeze on my twin mattress side by side with Ean, but tight squeeze was good with him. Really good.
Ean looked to my face when I moved my head around to see if anything was new. It was just him and I naked together.
“I would give anything to feel just once what I saw you go through. That must have been some orgasm you had,” he said to me.
“You have no idea.”
“I think your face is stuck in a permanent smile too. I couldn’t even force your lips down when you were asleep.”
“How long Read More was I out?”
“Almost two hours. I was going to wake you up soon if you didn’t come to on your own.”
“Why? Why can’t you just lay with me forever?”
“Mom’s coming home today. In just a few hours from now. I have to get you to school.”
“Awww, why school?”
“I don’t really want to explain to mom why you didn’t go. Also, maybe something will happen there to wipe that smile away. Mom will definitely ask you some questions if you look like that when she comes home while you’re skipping school. So, go take a shower.”
“No, I’ll go to school, but I’m not cleaning you off me just yet.”
“Well, at least put some clothes on unless you want to walk into class like this.” He circled my nipple with his index finger. My body was so worn out.
Ean let me go and rolled from the bed. “Hurry up,” he said as I watch his naked backside walk from my room.
I couldn’t believe what just happened. I felt so happy. I looked over to my clock. It would be the start of fourth period at school by now. I would make it just in time for lunch! Montana would die when I told her what happened. When I told her the reason I missed math class was because my brother drove me unconscious in the most amazing orgasm a human could probably have.
I sat up and scooted off my bed, opened my underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of panties. As I slipped them on, I looked at the large stain that was embedded into my sheets. I looked down to my vagina as my panties pressed into it. Montana would flipped as I told her that right then as we spoke, my body was leaking with my brother’s cum. My panties would be fighting to hold it all inside me. Right there in school. In the cafeteria. As I sat right in front of her.
All the things I was going to tell her. My mind was running rampant with the thoughts of what just happened.
As I opened the car door and unbuckled to get out for school, Ean spoke.
“What do you want? What’s something that you really wanted for awhile now?”
“What? Why?”
“I don’t think that smile is leaving anytime soon. I want at least a decent reason to tell mom why you’re so happy.” If it was possible, I smiled even bigger.
“Nothing really. Just buy a bunch of candy and say we got in a fight and you bought it for me to make up. Mom knows how happy that would make me if you did something like that just for me. Especially since the way you were acting before she left.”
Ean smiled and said goodbye. I got out. I was so eager to get into the school and talk to Montana.
By the time I finished filling in a late slip in the front office, my lunch period had just started. I was starving but I didn’t want to waste any time in line. I walked into the cafeteria and found Montana just sitting herself down. She adjusted herself in her seat before pulling her lunch from her book bag. She looked a little depressed and lonely.
I marched up and sat down before her. She looked up surprised. The surprise in her face only got bigger and bigger as she read my expressions like a book. She was about to become one jealous girl.
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I walked home that day. I looked for Ean but the car wasn’t there. My feet felt funny for some reason on the walk. I didn’t know why for the longest time until as I looked down to my shoes, it finally clicked in my mind. And when it clicked, I wanted to just die right then and there. Mom would definitely be home by then.
I was wearing my old shoes. My shoes from last year. My feet had become accustomed to my new shoes for this school year already but the shoes I had on right then were familiar enough to me that I wouldn’t have noticed when I put them on.
I even remembered seeing them that morning. I smiled at them thinking back. Why did nothing click then?
My new shoes were in Ean’s room. In the middle of my pile of clothes. On his floor. A few feet from his bed just inside his doorway. Mom was home. I wanted to die so bad. Maybe Ean returned home before mom. Hopefully he didn’t spend too long out. Maybe he noticed it. Hopefully it clicked in his head before mom walked by and saw it. Saw the pile of her daughter’s clothes on the floor in her son’s bedroom.
By the time I arrived at the front door past my mom’s car, Ean had his wish. Something indeed had wiped the smile from my face. I opened the door and walked in to greet my mom sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. She turned and looked at me.
“Have a fun time while I was away?” she asked. She asked it as if she could have known but also might not have. Either way, she wasn’t beating me to death. Although, Ean wasn’t around either. I didn’t see dad’s car in the driveway or garage. “Your brother came home about an hour ago with a bunch of chocolates for you. He said you two had a fight and he thought candy would make everything better.”
“Where is he?” I asked coyly.
“I sent him to the store to pick up a few things. I thought I would take it easy on myself. My boss was very impressed with my stories following the trial. He said I got the Supreme Court case. Unfortunately I’ll be leaving again but I do get a big bonus… You and Ean seem to be hitting it off.”
I blushed. “When are you leaving?”
“The thirtieth of this month.”
“That’s next week! You can’t leave already.”
“I’m not going forever. And my boss said if the case lasts too long, he would let me come home for a few days in the middle. It is nice to know you missed me though.”
“Well, Ean can be a little hard to deal with sometimes.” I had to think about any little boring part of the past week to be able to say that.
“Well, it seems that he is coming around quite nicely. I’m sure you had a lot to do with that.” Damn her. She threw me into a blushing rampage. I couldn’t figure out what she knew or thought. “How has school been?”
“I got a friend.”
“Really!?” She looked too happy.
“Yes mom, it’s so amazing that I could actually get a friend.” That time I made her blush a bit with embarrassment. “Which reminds me. She told me that she takes a pill to help regulate her periods. I was wondering if I could get that too since mine are still pretty messed up.” I hoped so much that she would buy the story. After I remembered about my clothes in Ean’s room, I had no idea how to ask my mom to put me on birth control. That just kind of popped into my head right then.
She looked at me hard, almost curious. “I’ll see what I can do,” she said thoughtfully.
“Please don’t tell Ean either. He’ll tease me forever. And don’t even tell him behind my back thinking he’ll understand or listen to you when you say not to tease me. I don’t want him to know at all.” Mom kept staring at me, almost into me. I couldn’t tell if it was actually her, or me just being incredibly paranoid.
“I’ll see if I can get you an appointment before I leave next week. When was your last period?”
“A week ago, maybe.”
“Yeah, I’ll call my gynecologist here in a bit and see how early we can schedule you in. Go wash up. When you’re brother gets back, we’re going out to eat.”
“Thanks mom.” I ran up to hug her. “I love you.”
I pulled away and quickly walked from the kitchen, down the hallway to the bedrooms in the back of the house. I slowed down at Ean’s door and peered in. My clothes were gone. I continued into my bedroom and closed the door. I looked everywhere for my clothes and quickly found them thrown in my laundry basket.
Did mom or Ean throw them there? Where were my shoes? I walked over to the basket and began checking off my attire from last night. My panties were in there too. I had kicked those to the other side of his bedroom. I really hoped mom hadn’t put my clothes in there. Then I felt something hard in my clothes. I gripped it and pulled out one of my shoes. I sighed in relief. Only Ean would throw my shoes into the laundry basket. But Ean also arrived home after mom.
I wasn’t being ripped a new life yet from mom nor was she drilling me with questions, so I decided to go with the best case scenario, she couldn’t have seen the pile. I would leave it at that. I was in a limbo long enough with Ean; I didn’t want another one with mom. I would just live in an ignorant bliss if I had to.
I pulled my other shoe from the basket and decided to put those on. I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I noticed then just how dirty I felt. I hadn’t taken a shower in two days and after that morning, my body was covered in dry sweat. I must have reeked.
The rest of the day was decently fun and mostly awkward with Ean and mom. I fell asleep on my own bed alone. On top of my brother’s dried cum that had dripped from me that morning.
I woke up the next morning, took my shower and ate breakfast. Ean was taking me to school again. Mom wanted to sleep in. I decided to throw my sheets and some of my clothes in the washer before leaving. I figured it would be easier to make up a reason why I did my own laundry rather than why there was dried semen on it.
School was as usual. A lot more fun than it normally had been in the past though. I had Ean waiting for me at home and Montana with me while I was there. I was happy. Montana and I mostly reminisced about the snippets of stories I told her about Ean and I. She started up on how she was going to have to spend Labor Day weekend with her aunt because her parents were going away for their anniversary. I had a feeling she was hinting at something to me but I ignored it.
At home, mom told me her gynecologist had called back and she had gotten me an appointment the next Tuesday.
The rest of the day went fairly nicely. Nothing real big. Montana called but we didn’t talk to long because her sister was bugging her to play with her. I hung up feeling weird. For some reason having a friend felt weird. I told her things I had never told anyone before and felt that she did the same to me. I really like her and everything about having a friend but it was so new to me. Ean was always my friend when I was young, but he was a boy. Montana was a girl. Things were different. Good different though.
Mom didn’t ask me about the sheets in the washer. I had cleaned them before like that when one of my pads leaked at night.
I woke up Friday morning and followed my usual routine. Mom brought me to school. School was the same. I told Montana about the appointment. She seemed almost disinterested for some reason. It was ok though, at least I had someone to talk to. I had my days as well like that, just disinterested in the outside world.
Mom picked me up from school. She said she had to go into her work that night for several hours to get filled in on the case so it would just be Ean and I until about ten o’clock. She dropped me off at home and went on her way.
I walked through the kitchen to grab the cordless phone and went to straight to my bedroom to jump on my bed and think. I didn’t have all that exciting of a life and I had always spent most of it in thought. Besides, I knew that Montana would be calling in about half an hour.
I wanted to think about something to talk about with her but nothing came to mind. She seemed a bit dazed that day so I thought I would have to do a lot of the talking. I lost track of time and soon Ean walked into my room for no apparent reason. He stood before my bed and stared down at me for a little while. Then his reason became very apparent.
He leaned forward onto my bed and touched his fingers to my belt. He pulled the end out from the buckle and unlatched it. I wanted to ask him what he thought he was doing just barging into my room and undressing me but then he pulled my zipper down after popping the button open on my jeans. I wasn’t in the mood for anything a few seconds prior, but after I looked down to him staring so intently at my exposed panties, that changed everything.
As he wrapped his fingers over my jeans and between my panties and bare skin, my body instinctively lifted my butt from the mattress. Gently, my brother dragged my clothes down my legs revealing everything I had to offer from my waist down. My jeans and underwear scrunched up into my shoes. I shifted my feet to kick them off but Ean grabbed a hold of my shoe and stopped it from moving.
I obeyed his strength. He continued on running his face up my leg. I could feel the air moving over my skin as he inhaled through his nose. Slowly, he moved up, over my knee, and further. His head moved closer and closer to my vagina. I became scared that he would start tasting me there.
I heard about that before, boys tasting girls down there. I didn’t want Ean doing that. I felt dirty there. After a whole day of walking around at school. Even if I had just taken a shower I wouldn’t want him to lick there. What if I tasted bad? What if he didn’t like it and then started associated me with a bad food. He would avoid me. He wouldn’t touch me. No more sex.
I discreetly tried moving my hand over my other leg to cover that place up but Ean was already on my hip. He passed by that area. His hands were lifting my shirt, not up my body, but over his head. He was a tight squeeze under it but he kept pushing up over my belly, his hands running under the fabric as well on my sides. Then his forehead rode up between my breasts onto my bra.
As his hands made their way under my back, I pressed my head into my pillow and lift up my shoulders. Ean felt around the back of my bra until he found the small zipper. Carefully, he unzipped me. I felt the pressure on my breasts release as my bra came undone. Ean pulled the contraption up, uncovering my breasts for his face. His tongue immediately rolled onto my skin and up my right breast.
Then my nipple entered into a dome of hot humid air. A large hot soaking muscle pressed into the little nub and swirled around. I involuntarily arched my back. Ean’s left hand retreated from my shirt as his right firmly gripped my other breast. Ean had started sucking on my nipple. As he sucked, his tongue teased the protruding nub.
I felt his retreated hand squeeze me between my legs. He cupped me and in pulsing pumps, massaged the mound there. Then he pulled his hand back and returned with just his fingers. Quickly enough, he was just barely inside of me with them and had found my clitoris. So badly I wanted him to massage me into a slow orgasm but I would take the spiking pleasure of a rushed one too. If it came from him, nothing could be bad about it.
My breasts squished and rolled through Ean’s mouth and fingers like small water balloons. Then my hips shot into the air. He was spinning my clitoris between his fingers. It was like the greatest stinging urge to pee and it was getting worse and worse.
I had no control over Ean and he wouldn’t stop. I played with myself like that before but I could never keep it up very long. I couldn’t make myself do it much more than a few seconds at a time. Ean wasn’t feeling what I was. He could spin and pull at that most sensitive nub forever without dying in insane power. And he was going at it too.
My pelvis writhed back and forth, up and down. He wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop moaning and grunting. The hyper amount of stinging from down there was a blessing and a curse; a mix of powerful pleasure so overwhelming, it was painful.
“Stop, stop it,” I cried while laughing. I was going insane. He wouldn’t let go. It was coming. So fast. I was going to do it. “Please stop Ean, please.” He kept at it.
Then it all hit, and hard. My butt slammed down into the bed and my body tried curling up. An amazing orgasm washed through my body. The super powerful peeing sensation was being relieved and it felt so amazing. So warm.
My breathing was short, heavy, and rapid. Ean’s fingers pulled off my clitoris and rested on my vagina. Again, he just sat there feeling the amazing heat radiate between my legs as my lubrication poured into his hand. This time though, his head was in my shirt breathing in the perspiration from my breasts.
Every muscle in my body clamped and tightened. I was curling into a ball because of it. It was like my entire body wanted to fight to get as close to my vagina as possible. All the insane pleasure was exploding down there and my body wanted to disperse it amongst my entire being.
It was so much. I thought I was about to pass out again. My eyes went dark and my senses seemed to all numb. My entire body was shaking but every single muscle was tensely contracted.
It seemed to last forever but only a few seconds. I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t even comprehend. My eyes faded back into focus all of a sudden. For a second, I thought I was waking up, that I had passed out again. But my body was slowly unseizing itself. I was slowly falling back into my mattress from my attempted fetal position. My body wasn’t covered in dry sweat, it was soaked in fresh sweat.
I felt my shirt lifting up my body just before my back touched against the mattress. I lifted my arms as Ean pulled it over my head. My bra followed shortly after. I laid there on my bed gasping for air completely naked. My legs were still tied together by my pants and underwear.
“You smell so amazing Maeghan,” Ean said running his nose up the side of my neck. His lips slid over my sweat glistened cheek and onto my mouth. He kissed me quickly and pulled back. “I think you wet yourself too.”
“That’s what girls do when they go off Ean,” I replied.
“I know that, but, you were squirting hard into my hand and there was so much.”
I lifted up real quick pushing Ean back. I got scared. I looked between my legs. It was completely soaked. Completely. All over me, all over my comforter. I couldn’t believe it. I got so embarrassed. I peed on his hand. I peed on my brother. Ean had to have seen the distraught in my face.
“You have no idea how hot that was though. I about lost it myself in my pants when I felt you doing that.” I looked to his face. Sure enough, he looked so remarkably happy, so amazingly pleased.
I was then pushed back to my bed and Ean straddled me while pushing his lips to mine. His mouth withdrew once more.
“I don’t know if I want to call you Maeghan right now, or little sister.”
I smiled. “You’re such a pervert.”
“Who’s the one who just used the bathroom on her older brother? The same girl having the orgasm in my arms.” I blushed so hard at that.
“Are you going to have your orgasm too now?”
“Yeah, but not in your arms.” He rolled his back in a downwards wave and slid the crotch of his pants across my vagina.
“Well, make it quick inside there then, I’m a bit exhausted in that area.”
“Trust me, after that, I’ll be lucky to last thirty seconds inside you.”
“Good, because the only thing that could make me happier is for you to pee that stuff of yours inside me.”
Ean was already pulling his pants down. His penis was soo hard. I noticed some shiny stuff on the head of it. I lifted my arm up and slid my finger over it to collect some.
“I thought you said you didn’t do it yet.”
“That’s just pre-cum. It shows how ready I am.”
There was a lot of it. He must have really been ready.
He dropped his pants and boxers to his knees before shifting around on my bed to get them down to his ankles. In one quick swoop, his shirt was on the floor with mine. He took one last good look at my entire body and then dropped down.
Slowly, I felt his member push into me. It was so big for me to take in. I could feel myself stretch so much but it did feel extremely smooth. I must have been very well lubricated. I felt a little soreness but he was slow so it didn’t bother me. Besides that, just the thought of him sticking his thing in me overrid any and all pain. Just when I thought it would never stop going further into me, which was getting kind of scary, I felt his pubic hair touch me and then smoosh between our bodies.
His face fell to mine and his warm welcoming lips kissed me. Strangely though, I felt his hands reach around me and hug me. I couldn’t figure out how he would move much at all in that position. It felt nice for me though.
Then I started moving. He was rolling me over. We were trading places. Before I knew it, he was below me letting his arms fall to the side.
“No, Ean, you do it, I can’t.”
“Maeghan, just do it. I know you’ve wanted to. You couldn’t get any more lubricated and it will only last like half a minute before I explode inside you. Just do what feels right.”
“That’s what I did last time and look what happened.”
“I guarantee, you can’t mess it up this time. Trust me.”
He wanted me to trust him. As much as I didn’t want to try it again, Ean wanted me to. I had to try.
I lifted my body up perpendicular to his and stared down. Cautiously, very very cautiously, I pressed my hands into Ean’s chest and pushed up.
“Hold me please. Just hold onto me,” I pleaded. Ean smiled and lifted his arms up to my sides. Gently, he held onto my hips. He wasn’t guiding me, he wasn’t pushing me, he just lightly held on. I knew though if I accidently did something wrong, he would immediately grip me harder and guide me to the right way. I had to trust him.
I reached the top, where I could feel him just about to leave me. When Ean had sex with me before, he always got close like that but he never left. That felt comfortable. He was always inside me than. I wouldn’t like him to leave me.
Incredibly slowly, I in the most tedious manner, dropped down onto him. My arms and legs started quivering a bit from all the weight but I didn’t want to go any faster. Ean just looked at me like I was doing everything right.
It was so smooth inside me though. I was so slippery. By the time I lifted up again, I was a little bolder. I dropped down with just a little more speed. The soreness started to return a bit from the incredibly intense orgasm I had just had. I hid it though. I didn’t want Ean to think I wasn’t enjoying this. I was, and very much. A little soreness was nothing compared to how I felt on top of my older brother like that.
After a few ups and downs, I started to get the hang of it and it was becoming very fun. I could see that my brother was really happy too.
“I’m sorry Maeghan, but I can’t hold on much longer.” I knew he could see in my face how much fun I was having. It was better that way though. Every drop I made on him, it hurt a little more, and I didn’t want to hurt too bad after it because I definitely wanted to try again and didn’t want any more bad memories.
Then the phone rang. Dang it. Why then? I had the phone on my bed waiting for Montana to call. It was probably her. It rang again. I really didn’t want to answer it but the ringing of it was destroying the mood of everything.
“Answer it,” Ean said smiling. “You can do two things at once, can’t you?” He had the biggest grin on his face. Montana would have a heart attack when I told her in private that I was riding my brother as I talked to her on the phone. I had to answer the phone then.
I reached over and picked it up as it finished another ring.
“Ok, but just hurry up and cum inside me unless you plan on getting back on top.” I didn’t know how long I would be able to do the two things. I was so new to riding him, only maybe two minutes new at it. I wasn’t experienced enough to keep going without thinking about it. I had the phone to my ear by then and went to push the talk button to answer.
“What?” I heard Montana almost yell into my ear. Oops. Maybe I had already pushed it by accident. At least it was Montana though, and not mom.
Ean seemed oblivious to the shout on the phone. He looked about to head into an orgasm.
“Maeghan, don’t let him cum in you. You have a gynecologist appointment in just a few days. They’ll see it in there.”
My body temperature spiked. Fear and panic flooded through me. Ean’s eyes showed clearly he was about to shoot. I immediately tried pulling up but Ean’s comforting hold on me tightened. Nooo.
I knew it was wrong to pull up when he was cumming. Just let me do it anyways. Why was I scared? Why did I have to tell him to put his hands on me to make sure I was doing it right? I groaned in fear and I pushed all my weight into my hand on his chest trying to free myself. He was way too strong though.
Boom. I felt the first assault of sperm pound deep into my body. Nooo. He was cumming in me. His eyes were glazed, his face completely expressionless but happy.
More and more warm liquid filled me deep inside. It felt so good but I didn’t want it in me. It almost felt like rape but I knew it wasn’t. I was just his weak little sister struggling as hard as I could to break free from his grip. He was cumming deep inside me and I wanted to cry.
I knew Montana could hear me groaning and grunting into the phone as I was almost in tears.
“Stop it Ean. Stop it. Let me go.” I whimpered.
I felt so full of him. The searing warmth of his semen pooling inside me, locked in there by the airtight seal his massive penis created. I could only imagine what my mom’s gynecologist would say when she looked in there and found cum. Cum inside her friends fourteen year old daughter. Would she give me birth control then? She wouldn’t give me the pills if she thought I was pregnant. That would kill a baby. I wasn’t pregnant though. I wasn’t. What would I tell mom when I wasn’t allowed to get the pills? Because they found semen inside me.
Ean was coming back from his happy place while I struggled to wipe the tears from my cheeks and eyes.
“Maeghan, Maeghan, come home with me after school Monday, I have something that can clean you out.”
“Really,” I cried.
“Yeah, definitely. You don’t have to worry about a thing. Trust me.”
She wanted me to trust her. That was something between me and Ean. When we said it, it was the ultimate thing. Montana was my friend. Why would she lie to me?
“Ok,” I sniffled.
“What’s wrong,” Ean asked me looking scared. “Why’d you try to pull away? Was I not supposed to do it in you?” I wasn’t really ever sure whether he believed I was on birth control or not, but for some reason, he looked very very scared.
“Why are you crying? I’m so sorry Maeghan. What did I do?”
It was one of the few times Ean didn’t understand what was going on. To him, what could have possibly gone wrong. There was no way I could mess it up. It had to be him then. Even if I did manage to mess something up, he said to trust him. He failed me. But all through that, I was crying after he just got amazing pleasure and he didn’t know why. He looked so scared.
“Nothing,” I said dropping down to him. “I’m just really really happy.” I sniffled my nose as I rested my chin on his shoulder.
“Also Maeghan,” I heard over the phone, “I know you don’t really want me to, but keep in mind I’m helping you either way, but I kind of already asked my parents if me and my sister could stay with you next weekend instead of with my aunt, and in short, I can if you can talk your mom into it.”
That evil bitch. I had just given her the perfect opportunity to not only just meet Ean, but sleep over with him for a four day weekend. She said she would still help me either way but how could I refuse her. If she hadn’t called right then, if she never found out about Ean cumming in me. I would have told her eventually, but still, she was the only one that could help me. She was the one who made me realize my mistake.
“Yeah, I’ll ask mom. I’ll do everything I can. Thank you so much.”
Even if I was going to get it out of me on Monday, I didn’t want to take any more chances.
“Ean?”
“What,” he asked nervously.
“Next time, I wanna try it in my mouth instead.”
“Oh you dirty little –“ I hung up the phone on Montana right there. I didn’t think he heard what she had said but I know he heard that she had said something.
“Who was that?”
“My friend from school. She wants me to ask mom if she can sleep over next weekend since her parents are leaving for their anniversary.”
“Mom will either say no or to ask me since I’m the only adult here at the time.”
“What will you say?”
“Well, is your friend weird like you?” I smiled at that. Then I got a little scared.
“Umm, well, she’s actually, uh, it’s Crystal’s little sister, and her other little sister too.” I held onto Ean a little more tightly. I was scared he might leave me right then. He was silent for a while before speaking.
“How’s she doing?”
“Really good actually. She looks at it all weirdly and it kind of makes sense to me, but to her, it’s not, it’s just, she’s coping with it.”
“I’ve talked to her on the phone before. She called when Crystal was at work and I was borrowing her cell phone.”
“What’d you think of her?”
“That she’d be a great friend for you,” he said indifferently after a short pause. I turned my head on his shoulder and looked up at his eyes. He looked lost in thoughts.
Montana never told me about talking to him on the phone. I knew he wasn’t talking about her younger sister because he couldn’t expect me to be friends with a seventh grader in middle school over a tenth grader in my own high school. Was that call just so insignificant that Montana thought not to mention it? Or was it something she deliberately didn’t talk about to me for some other reason?
Ean seemed lost in thought though. He seemed to be thinking more than just about her being a good friend with me.
“Well, I guess we better get up and cleaned before we doze off,” Ean said a little more energetically. “Don’t want mom coming home to this scene.”
I looked down at my naked body covered in splotches of drying sweat sprawled over my naked brother. I could only imagine the view mom would have looking into my open doorway seeing her son’s limp penis dangling below her daughter’s gaping, cum dripping vagina. ‘I swear mom, I just want to go on the pill to regulate my periods.’
Somehow, I didn’t think she would buy that story anymore.
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I woke up alone again the next morning. I couldn’t understand how he could leave me without me knowing all the time. Was I that heavy of a sleeper? If I was, Ean could do a lot to me in my sleep and I wouldn’t know. I knew he wouldn’t do anything on purpose though.
In the shower as I washed my body off, I declared that after last night, Ean would never approach me for sex; at least not for several weeks while he tried to put his head around things. It was up to me. And I only had one more night that I could sleep with him before mom came home.
The car ride to school was silent. Montana kept to herself in math class. I think she could see that something not so great happen
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I woke up to a pair of my jeans being thrown into my face. I pealed them off and looked at them. Ean was in the doorway. I was soo tired.
“Get ready for school.”
“Aaaaah,” I groaned as innocently and sickly as I could.
“You’re going to school. Mom said to make sure you go no matter what. If you’re not ready in half an hour, I’ll carry you there in whatever state you’re in; even if I have to drop you off while you’re still in your night gown.”
He turned and walked from the doorway. The look in his eyes and the tone of his voice made clear that he was in no joking mood. I rolled the covers from me and heade
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Why is it that in all the good stories, the guys are the protagonists? They’re the ones you cry over. They’re the ones with the emotions. The girl is always their support. Support. Their strength. Never them. Never the Protagonist. When the girl is in danger; when she gets hurt; why do we cry for the guy? When he’s sad because of her, why do we feel for him? Why not for her? Why do I weep when the guy gets hurt; regardless of whether the female is sad, regardless of whether she even knows about it? Maybe it’s just me though. Maybe, it’s just the stories I read. Maybe that’s why I think they’re good in the first place. But I’m a girl. I want what the guys have. I wan
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