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Part Two: Amy's Violation

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     Amy stared at John, Tom and Rob in horror.  "No!  You can't ass fuck me!  Your dicks are huge!  You'll kill me!"  Naturally, this outraged protest earned her a slap across the face from Rob.  "No worries, dear Amy, we'll start from smallest to largest this time." said John reassuringly but this was far from comforting as Tom's cock was only 2" shorter than John's 9" cock and 1" shorter than Rob's 8" cock a

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nd both Tom and Rob were 2" thick and John was 2.5" thick.  This would be 10 times worse than the rape of her virgin pussy.  Amy started to back away from them looking around wildly for any escape.  "Looks like we'll have to tie her down again," said Rob.  "So it seems," agreed John.

            They started to carry her over to the couch and rug but Amy started kicking and screaming, desperate not to experience this new pain.  John slapped her twice across the face, hard, and Amy quieted and he said, "If you don't behave Amy I'll take your ass first and then you'll be sorry!"  Amy bowed her head and went meekly to the rug where they told her to kneel on her hands and knees.  She did so and as Tom strapped her wrists and elbows down she noticed that the rug was bolted to the floor.  Rob and John pulled her legs apart and strapped her ankles down.  She was now positioned so that her ass stuck up in the air and she rested on her forearms and her forehead could rest on the floor if she let it and her nipples grazed the rug, which had a slightly scratchy texture, and it stimulated her breasts until they were hard little nubs.

            Rob was again checking the camera's position so that it caught the whole rug scene on it.  Meanwhile Tom was selecting a lube from the tables and called over his shoulder, "Amy, did you recently take a dump?"  Blushing furiously she said, "Not since last night."  As it had been a good 7 hours since then Tom said to Rob and John, "guess we better give her an enema then."  "Yes, but we'll leave her tied up until she needs to empty herself," said Rob, "shall we film it?"  "Yeah, dump out the portable toilet so that it's empty for the film."  Amy knew what they meant by this, as the portable toilet's base was clear plastic so what went in could be seen from the outside.  Tom readied the enema equipment while Rob emptied the toilet out the door leading outside with the code pad lock and Amy cursed silently that she couldn't see it from her position.  Tom brought over the enema equipment and the lube and Rob came back with the porta-potty and then went and hit record on the camera.

            Rob and Tom sat on the couch to watch and John knelt behind and beside her and started to insert a thin tube into her anus.  Amy tensed and strained away from it but couldn't do much, bound as she was, and her tensing made it a little painful.  Once John felt it was in deep enough he flipped a switch that started a pump, causing warm water to flow through the tube and into her rectum from a full bucket.  When about half a gallon of water was in her rectum she started to squirm uncontrollably at the unbearable full feeling and felt her abdomen bulge some because of the water.  John flipped the switch off and slowly, agonizingly pulled the tube out of her ass.  As soon as it was out Tom, Rob and John quickly unstrapped her and sat her on the porta-potty where, unable to hold back any longer, Amy let it all out.  Water mixed with excrement gushed out into the toilet for about a minute, then Amy peed and Tom handed her a wet cloth and Amy wiped herself.  Then they got her to kneel on her hands and knees again and they strapped her down the way she'd been before and during the enema.  They quickly moved the enema equipment and toilet out of the camera's view and came back with the jar of lube.

            Tom knelt behind her this time and reached between her legs and started finger her clit and pussy while John and Rob sat on the couch, their cocks in their hands, stroking.  While Tom fingered her clit with one hand he lubed up his cock with the other and put a little dollop on his finger and started to apply it to her butt hole.  Amy tensed but when that was all he did she went back to enjoying the fingering.  When Tom felt her relax again her plunged his finger inside her anus and started to finger fuck her ass and Amy gave a little cry at the unexpected pain but Tom's fingering of her clit quickly overtook the brief pain.  Then, just as Amy was about to cum Tom pulled his hand away from her pussy and his finger from her ass.  Amy moaned in frustration and became nervous about what would come next, causing her to tense up slightly.

            Tom positioned his lubed up cock on her butt hole and Amy tensed a little more, "Relax, Amy, or it will really hurt," he warned but before she could fully relax he grabbed her hips and pushed in hard, burying a good 3" at once.  Amy screamed and strained up and away from him but to no avail, she was bound to tightly for much movement.  "Get it out!  You're tearing me apart!  Pleeease!"  Amy cried out knowing he wouldn't listen.  Just as the pain started to subside Tom plunged in another 2" and she screamed again and gave a little buck, lodging him in the last 2" causing her to cry out again and a few tears squeezed out of her eyes, running down her face. 

After another minute when the pain had mostly subsided Tom started thrusting in and out and Amy started crying again because of the pain, making her feel like he was tearing her in half, his 2" thick cock being hard for a virgin ass to take.  Tom continued to finger her clit while he fucked her ass faster and faster causing her to rock back and forth on the rug, arousing her nipples.  Sensation burst over Amy in waves as the combined torture of her clit, nipples and ass made her explode into orgasm.  The clenching of her tight anus was too much for Tom and his hot cum gushed into her ass, filling her up.  Amy's sphincter was clenched so tightly around Tom's cock that he had to wait a minute before he could pull it out, once he did he went off the camera to clean up and Rob took his place.

Rob waited for Amy's orgasm to die out then lubed himself up and spread her ass cheeks and positioned his cock for entry.  Though Tom hadn't been gentle in his taking, Rob was even less so and plunged half his cock (4") in before pausing and Amy gave a loud cry at the pain, the only thing she could be grateful for was that Rob was no thicker than Tom even though he was an inch longer.  Rob slammed the rest of his cock in hard and Amy screamed and sobbed loudly.  Rob started fucking her ass immediately, not giving her any reprieve, hard and fast, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks, and reached around and stuck a finger up her pussy and finger fucked her making sure he stroked her G-spot every time.  Amy gasped through her sobbing and very soon she felt her sobs of pain turn into sobs of orgasm and she started to push her ass up to meet her thrusts.  As her anus squeezed Rob's cock he gave one final thrust and she could feel the heat of his cum filling her ass up.  When he pulled out and went to clean off his cock Tom and John came and unstrapped her ankles and pulled her legs straight but still spread so that it lowered her ass considerably and restrapped her legs.

John stood off to the side and lubed his 9" cock up and Rob came and got underneath her, his cock touching her pussy lips and Tom came and knelt in front of her, his cock jutting out towards her lips.  John spread her ass cheeks and positioned his cock over her anus and started to push in.  Amy cried out at the new pain for John was a half-inch thicker than Rob and Tom and while it seemed a minimal amount it made a difference in such a tight hole.  John gave 3 small thrusts (3" at a time) until he was buried to the hilt in her ass.  Suddenly she felt Rob plunge his cock into her soaking pussy in one hard thrust and she gave a little moan at this second invasion and then John started to fuck her ass and as he plunged back in Rob started to fuck her pussy.  John was slapping her ass cheeks and Rob held her hips so she couldn't avoid the blows.  Amy, lost in the intense pleasure-pain sensation, screamed "Ohhhhh!  I'm cummmming!  Ohhhh God!"  And when she opened her mouth to breath heavily Tom thrust his cock into her mouth and started to fuck her mouth, Amy immediately closed her lips around his cock and started sucking him off.  Amy couldn't take it anymore and she came again and again and again and suddenly John and Rob plunged home at the same time and shot their hot cum deep into her ass and pussy filling them and then Tom came in her mouth and she swallowed all she could.

They pulled out of her orifices and Rob went to stop the recording while John went to clean off and Tom came to release her -- or so Amy had thought.  But Tom merely restrapped her so she was back on her knees with her ass in the air again.  "Aren't we finished for now?"  Amy asked politely.  "We are," said Tom cryptically, "but you're not."  Amy was about to ask what he meant when she heard the outside door being opened and John yelled, "Wolf!  Brutus!  Here boys!"  followed by a piercing whistle.  Dogs?  Amy thought.  No, they can't mean to do that to me!  No sooner had she thought it when two black Great Danes bounded inside looking around eagerly.  Amy heard Rob stick in a fresh recording tape.  Oh God!  Not this!  Anything but this!  Amy's mind screamed but her voice was frozen.

 

To Be Continued...  

Part One Amy's Tragedy

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Amy was a very pretty girl; she had long, wavy black hair, mint green eyes and creamy ivory skin.  She had a lush, curvy hourglass figure with big bouncy breasts and a firm, well-rounded ass.  She was of medium height being neither too tall nor too short.  She was a healthy 130lbs, 20 years old and she was still a virgin.  That was a little odd but had decided to save herself for "Mr. Right".  It was hard to

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deny herself any chance to have sex as she had a very sexual nature but she was determined to wait so she would just have to please herself until he showed up.

 

            Amy had spent the afternoon at the beach with her friend, Serena, who had just left and was just getting ready to leave herself when a large shadow came over her.  Amy lifted her head, expecting to see clouds in the sky, and saw 3 guys.  "Want to play some water volleyball with us?" asked the blond one.  "Um, no thanks.  I was just about to leave."  "Aw, come on," said the black-haired one.  "No, sorry.  I have to get to the grocery store tonight."  "Alright, your loss," said the brown-haired guy.  "Maybe next time," Amy called as they walked away.  Amy studied the guys as they walked away.  They were all well-built, tall and quite good looking and Amy really wished she could stay but knew that she'd never get all her errands done if she did.

 

            Amy went to her car and put her things into the trunk and threw on a baby-tee and skirt over her black string bikini and slammed the trunk.  She hit the button on her car remote to unlock the doors and was just about to get in when she felt something hard, cold and sharp pressing into her exposed lower back.  "Give me the keys and get into the back seat and I won't hurt you."  Amy turned and handed the man the keys and gasped with shock when she recognized the black-haired guy from the beach.  "You!"  "Get in the car, lady, before I decide I'd rather just kill you."  He emphasized his words with a tiny jab of his knife at her back.  She quickly slid inside the backseat and he followed and she was just about to try to get out the other side the black-haired guy's blond buddy slid in beside her, stopping her escape.  The brown-haired guy got in the driver's seat and the black-haired guy gave him the keys and they drove off.

 

            The black-haired guy then pulled out a blindfold and tied it around Amy's eyes.  "What do you want with me?!  Where are you taking me?!  What are you going to do to me?!"  Amy asked desperately, suddenly very scared and unable to hide it.  "We're going to take you back to our place and teach you a lesson.  If you're a good girl and behave we might even let you go afterwards, if you piss us off we'll probably kill you."  That was the blond guy talking as the voice was close and didn't sound like the black-haired guy.  "Um, what kind of a lesson?"  "About being a teasing bitch!"  That was definitely the black-haired guy as he'd done the most talking so far she had no trouble recognizing his voice.  With that said he pinched her nipples hard and another hand (she assumed the blond guy's) ran over the crotch of her shorts.  Against her will Amy felt her nipples become hard and her pussy dampen.  Oh God, I'm going to be raped! 

 

            They drove for over two hours and for all Amy knew they were in another city, while they were actually across town in the rural part of her city, only 30 minutes from her apartment near the beach.  The car made one last turn and paused then moved slowly forward and stopped.  The black-haired guy pulled her out of the car and she heard the other two guys get out and with the knife still at her back the blindfold was taken off.  Amy realized they were in a garage, which would effectively hide her car if anyone started searching.  Her heart sank as she suddenly realized no one would probably even begin looking until at least Monday when she should be at work and possibly not even until Tuesday night when she was supposed to have dinner with Serena and Ben.  Today was Saturday.  That gave them 2 or 3 days in which to rape her -- if they kept her that long -- and there was no way she'd be found immediately once the search was on.  The brown-haired guy and the blond guy were going in a door that connected with the house and the black-haired guy pulled her along and once they were in the house they took her to the basement. 

 

            When the basement door opened she gasped as she saw what was in the large rectangular room.  She realized what exactly was in store for as she looked around.  On one side of the room there was table in one corner, a bed against the wall in the middle and a couch with a rug in front of it in the other corner.  In front of all three was a video camera on a tripod and in further study she realized there were fastening on the table, bed and on the rug in front of the couch to tie her down with if she fought or disobeyed their orders.  Hanging on the wall across from this were a few whips and laid out on two tables were some lubes and nipple clamps, dildos, vibrators, and anal plugs and beads of various sizes.  There were also a few things she didn't know to name and something that looked like a fucking machine she'd seen on the internet.  There was also a shower cubicle and a shelf with some towels and linens on it and there was a mini-refrigerator as well.  And, strangely enough, there was a door at the end of the room that had a key code lock on it.  It must lead outside!  Amy thought if she watched them closely enough whenever they went to that door maybe she would be able to escape at some point. 

 

            "Go lay down on the bed," said the blond guy.  She hesitated and it earned her a cuff to the back of her head.  Rubbing it she hurried over to the bed and laid down.  The brown-haired guy went to check the video camera in front of the bed, Amy figured it was to make sure the whole bed was in view of the camera.  While he was doing that the black-haired guy and the blonde guy came over and pulled her arms above her head and cuffed them above her head.  They then pulled her legs apart and cuffed her ankles to the corners of the bed.  This can't be what my first time will be!  Some disgusting brutal rape!  In a state of denial and regretting for the first time her virginity (because this was bound to be more painful than normal because of it) she didn't notice right away that the guys were undressing.  She looked at them as she finished and their cocks were fully erect as they walked towards the bed.  The black-haired guy's cock was a good 7.5" long and 2" thick and the brown-haired guy's had to be at least 8" long and 2" thick and the blond guy's cock was 9" and 2.5" thick.  This is going to really hurt, Amy thought.  I'll never fit them in me!  Frantic, Amy started to struggle wildly at her bonds.

 

            "Calm down, lady.  You're just going to make it worse."  This came from the brown-haired guy.  Amy stopped, realizing they were probably right.  "Good girl," said the blond guy.  "Now, I'm John, he's Tom," he indicated the black-haired guy, "and he's Rob," indicating the brown-haired guy, "what's your name?"  "Amy," she didn't think to lie, all her I.D. was in her purse and if they checked it they might be angry with her if she lied.  "Okay Rob, start recording."  Rob went over and hit the record button and came back to the edge of the bed.  Tom pulled out his knife and cut her baby-tee and skirt off and Amy squirmed a little as she only had her bikini on now.  Tom made short work of her string bikini and she was now fully exposed and she felt her face turn red with shame when she remembered she couldn't use her hands to cover herself.  "My my, what big titties you have, Amy." said Tom as he tossed his knife away.  "Yeah, we can't wait to suck on them and pinch them," said John.  "And look at that pussy, nicely shaved with plump lips," said Rob.  Amy started to pull against her bonds in earnest now and was struggling so wildly that they got pissed off and John delt her a good slap to her right breast and Tom slapped her left one.  Rob was standing beside John and he leaned over and gave her pussy lips a little slap.  Amy froze, terror clear on her face.  Oh my God, I'm totally helpless!  "Please," she begged, "please don't do this!  I don't want my first time to be rape!"  Realizing what she had said she winced, she'd just given them another way to brutalize her (by making sure that her first time was very very rough and painful).

 

            "Well, well, if you're still a virgin then you really are a little teasing bitch and you need to be punished!"  Said Tom, the other two nodded in agreement.  With that, Tom knelt beside the bed and John and Rob followed suit.  Tom and John started to pinch and pull at her nipples, already hard from the cool air, and Rob spread her pussy lips and started fingering her clit.  Against her will Amy felt her nipples get harder and her pussy started to get wet, when she felt this her face burned with shame.  Suddenly Tom and John were licking her nipples and then blowing on them and they tightened even more and then they started to suck on them while kneading her breasts.  Rob was fingering her pussy in earnest now and with his other hand he slid a finger inside her now juicy pussy, she tensed at the intrusion, she'd never had anything up there!  "Man, this slut is tight!"  Rob exclaimed.  "Who gets her first?"  John pulled away from her breast, "Me.  I'm the biggest and we'll get a great scream from her if I'm the one to plunge in."  Amy dimly heard these terrifying words but with Rob fingering her clit and G-spot and Tom suckling her breast she was building up to a climax.  Rob suddenly pulled his hands away and she moaned in protest as he moved to her free breast, John moved down to her pussy and started to eat her out.  Flicking his tongue over her clit and then delving into her pussy, then going back to focus on her clit.  John slipped a finger in her and starting pumping it in and out, she thought she was going to explode and she pushed her pussy against his face and he inserted another finger and started pumping them again.  Amy exploded into the most intense orgasm of her life and John added a third finger and kept going just as her second orgasm started John pulled his fingers out and took his mouth away and positioned his cock in front of her sopping pussy and thrust in hard. 

 

            Amy's orgasm stopped abruptly as she let out a bloodcurdling scream of pain, "Ahhhhhhhhhh!  No!  Owwww!"  John had 4" of his monster cock in her and she felt like she was splitting in half with that 2.5" thick cock in her.  He thrust hard again and another 2" was rammed in and her cherry popped, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!  Oh God!  Get it out now!  Owwww!"  She whimpered and moaned in pain that was so intense that she felt her juices start to dry up and she buck her hips trying to dislodge him and instead sending another inch of his cock in and when she bucked again at this additional pain he thrust again and the final 2" went in and his balls touched her pussy lips.  "AhhhhhhhhhOwwwwww!"  Amy screamed and moaned as tears rained down her face.  While John had been entering her Tom and Rob had stopped to watch but now that John was fully in they went back to suckling and pinching and twisting her nipples and John just let his cock sit in her as he started to finger her clit.  As some of the pain died away and she started to feel the tingling of desire again as her nipples were played with and John fingered her clit.  Then he started to move his cock in and out in small thrusts.

 

            Pain reignited, though at a lesser degree, and she started to whimper again as the dry friction of John's thrusting increased it's pace and length.  He was still fingering her clit and Tom and Rob were still suckling her nipples and she could feel an orgasm start to build and soon John was pulling 8" of his 9" cock out and slamming it home again as quickly as he could and she started to buck her hips and then, as he thrust deep again, she shattered into a pleasure-pain orgasm and he kept pumping her until she was on her third orgasm and he gave a final thrust and his load of hot cum spurted deep into her.  Spent, John pulled out and came over to her face as Tom pulled away from her breast and moved down to her pussy.  "Clean it off, slut."  John commanded and when she hesitated he raised a hand and she quickly opened her mouth and he shoved his cock halfway in and she started to move her tongue around his fat cock licking his cum, her cum and her blood off of it (although there wasn't much blood left), as he started to get hard again he started to pump his cock in and out of her mouth and she gagged when he started to go into her throat. 

 

            She started to suck him off as he pumped in and out and suddenly she felt another cock shove into her pussy!  Tom had thrust all 7" of his cock into her at once and she gave a muffled half-scream and she was very tender and sore.  Tom started pumping in and out of her pussy right away, giving her no time to adjust to him and at the same time she had John's cock in her mouth to deal with and so she sucked harder and he pumped in and out a little faster.  Rob left her breast and unlocked her right hand and said, "Jerk me off, whore."  Amy reached over clasped Rob's 8" cock in her hand and started to jerk him off with John pumping in and out of her mouth and Tom fucking her pussy like a maniac.  She felt herself start to cum again and she felt John's cock tense and he said "I'm gonna cum, you swallow it slut!"  Amy was cumming and John blew his wad in her mouth and she tried frantically to swallow it all quickly without gagging and only a little trickle dribbled out.  John pulled his cock from her mouth and Tom came in her pussy as her second orgasm started and she was still jerking Rob off when he came, his cum spraying all over her breasts and stomach. 

 

            Tom pulled his cock from her pussy and came up to her face and told her to clean it off so she started to lick it off and suck on it and soon he was pumping it in and out of her mouth and John told her to jerk him off so she took his newly hardened cock in her hand and started to whack him off and Rob moved down to her sopping pussy, oozing with cum and thrust his 8" cock home in one hard thrust and started fucking her hard and fast.  Amy moaned, thinking it would never end and feeling intense shame that she was getting pleasure out of this rape.  As Rob pumped in and out of her pussy Tom came in her mouth and she swallowed it all on his command then he pulled out and then John came, spraying hot cum all over her breasts and stomach, adding to cum already there and she let go of his cock and she started to come from the deep fucking she was getting from Rob and then he came inside her and when he finished cumming he pulled out and came up to her face and told her to clean him off.  So she sucked his cock off too and he hardened and started pumping in and out of her mouth.  Tom and John watched while stroking their cocks.  Finally Rob came in her mouth and she swallowed every drop she could of his hot cum and then Tom and John sprayed their loads all over her face and body. 

 

            "This is what you get for being a tease, whore!  Someone will eventually make you put out what you've been offering but not giving."  Tom stated this and John went and stopped the recording.  Amy had forgotten the camera and once again her face burned with shame.  Rob came over to the bed and unlocked her wrist and ankles and he helped her stand up.  Amy moaned in pain as she took a couple of steps.  "What are you going to do with that video?"  Amy asked anxiously.  "We're going to rent it out in our adult video store and sell it to the customer who requested it."  John informed her.  "Requested it?"  Amy asked, bewildered.  "Yeah.  We take customer requests on the films we make for a price and this guy requested that we use you in particular for 5 films."  Rob explained.  "Who asked for me?"  "A guy who you teased no doubt," said Tom.  "Anyways, go over to the shower stall and get nice and clean," said John, "and there is food in the little refrigerator so eat something."  With that they left, locking the door behind them and going upstairs.

 

            Amy gratefully went and showered, thinking nothing of evidence, wanting only to be clean.  Amy stayed in the shower for about 30 minutes, letting the warm water soothe her soreness.  Afterwards she found some new sheets and blankets and remade the bed before sitting down on it with some food.  While she ate she couldn't help thinking that if they let her go going to the police would be a fruitless effort as they wouldn't believe she hadn't willingly starred in the videos but she would try to convince the cops anyways.  She wondered if the man who'd requested her was an ex-boyfriend or just some guy who'd seen around town.  Though Amy was reluctant to let her guard down she was sore and exhausted so when she finished eating she laid down on the bed and went to sleep on her stomach.

 

            Amy woke up some time later (very early morning) and John, Rob and Tom were sitting around her on the bed, once again, naked.  Tom ran a hand over her ass cheeks and gave them a sharp slap and she jumped and said "Hey!" then quickly said "sorry!  I forgot where I was!" hoping they wouldn't hurt her for her rudeness.  Tom ran a finger between her ass cheeks while John said it was okay and she froze when Tom stopped his finger on her butthole and pressed his finger on it like it was a button, "ever been ass-fucked before?" he asked.  Amy swallowed a sarcastic retort and whispered a frightened "no".  "Well, you're about to be."

 

To Be Continued...  

Aunt Joyce gets a big surprise

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As you will recall, I had seduced my favorite aunt into allowing me to fuck her.  In the first story I seduced my aunt joyce ,who at the time, was 58 years old.  She surely didn't look like she was 58 years old; especially with her huge chest that didn't convey any sagging at all, and her fabulous round butt of hers.  To me, her body was made for pure fucking and I was going to be the young nephew that tried that theory out.

As it turned out, after I got her in bed with me, she became obsessed with my dick and was wanting it in her all the time.  You have to remember that she had gone several years without any sex, so when she felt the experience of my large cock inside her, she about went wild- it felt

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so good to her waiting pussy.  After the first time, we began fucking like dogs- having sex anywhere we wanted to- whether on the sofa or in the car or in our bedroom.

During this time, aunt Joyce was staying with my Mom, so in order to have everything out in the open, we made it  so that my Mom knew about us.  I could tell that Mom wasn't too thrilled about hearing us upstairs fucking to our hearts delight.  In fact, a couple of times, Mom became so horny that she joined in.  Considering that, then Mom had no right to criticize us for our own infidelities.

The reason that I'm writing this segment concerns what transpired during the last month.  Me and Aunt Joyce were upstairs fucking each other's brains out.  Another aspect of our love-making consisted of the gutteral screams that came from Aunt Joyce as she was enjoying her massive orgasm.  She would simply let loose and start wailing about how good my big cock felt inside her juice-soaked pussy.  There were times when Mom (from downstairs) would yell and tell her to try and keep it down.

When we had just finished our fuck session, we both laid naked on our backs, on the bed exhausted.  As we were laying there, Pounder ran into our room, whining, as if he wanted to get up on the bed.

Let me explain the deal with Pounder.  Pounder was our next door neighbor's black Lab that we were babysitting for a couple of weeks while they were on vacation.  Pounder was an in and out dog that was easy to take care of.  Most of the time, he was outside, but when he was hungry or thirsty, he would come back inside.  We had a screen door that he could nudge open which enabled him to come in or stay out.

Aunt Joyce and I got up and took a shower and then went downstairs (in our robes) to watch TV.  While we were sitting there, Pounder came over to Joyce and began sniffing her crotch, to which she told him to get lost.  After about 30 minutes, Pounder came back in and went straight to Joyce and stuck his wet nose under her robe to her crotch.  Again, she hollered for him to stop, and she pushed him away.  Pounder, then nudged the screen door open and went outside.

Later that night, Aunt Joyce and I had just finished another episode of fucking.  We both were so exhausted that we just laid there, looking up at the ceiling.  Again Pounder trotted in and stopped at the edge of the bed.  There, spilling out of her wet pussy, was a rivulet of my cum.  Suddenly, Pounder jumped up on the bed and began lapping up the juice coming out of her pussy.  He was lapping Aunt Joyce's pussy so fast that it took her breath.  Finally, she got her voice to where she could speak and she hollered at him to leave- and then smacked him on the head.

Stunned from the pop on the head, Pounder retreated and ran out of the room.  I began laughing at the situation, but Aunt Joyce didn't think it was so funny.  "I think he would have fucked me if I would allow him to," Aunt Joyce spoke up.

"Have you seen his cock?  While he was licking your pussy, it must have swelled out to 10 inches and very thick around, " I replied.

"If that is the case, then he would kill a woman with that thing of his." She added.

"I'll bet that you've never taken a cock that big." I asked her.

"Well, that is sick!!!I'm never going to allow a damn dog to stick his prick into me, so you won't have to worry about that," Aunt Joyce replied.

During the rest of the night, we discussed that subject no more.  But, I began rolling over the idea in my mind.  What a  kick that would be- to see Aunt Joyce getting fucked by Pounder.  As I was contemplating this   possibility, I realized that my cock was as hard as a steele rod, so to keep my sanity  I had to come up with some plan to get this to happen.  I slowly dozed off into sleep.

The next morning arrived as I felt   warm, wet lips around my thick member.  As I raised up, there was Aunt Joyce on her knees with her ripe mouth slowly sucking on my throbbing cock.  Boy, did she know how to suck cock.  It wasn't long before I shot my load of cum down her waiting throat.  She smiled as she saw me watching the sperm cascading across her wet and shiny lips.

We both laid there until I could get my big boy up, which took about 15 minutes.  As my cock began springing to life and elongating itself to a full 8  or 9 inches (but who is counting), I   moved my hands down to her honey pot, which at this time, was already wet.  I moved her to where she was on her knees (doggie style) and I inserted my cock slowly into her slick cunt.  I moved in and out and then faster and faster.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Pounder run in, to whom Aunt Joyce could not see, because she was facing the other way.  Then it HIT ME!!!  As I continued my assault on her cunt, I patted my leg to give Pounder the OK to get up on the bed.  Suddenly, like a cobra, Pounder leaped upon the bed and as I quickly moved out of the way,he lunged right in.  Aunt Joyce noticed that something was not right- but it was too late for her.

Pounder began humping Aunt Joyce like she was his bitch- and when he hit pay dirt, it was all over.  Just as soon as he hit her pussy with his monstrous cock, she began screaming, "OOOHHH  FFFUUUCCKKKK!!!  He's killing me with that monster of his.  He's killing me!!!  He's tearing me apart."

Even with Aunt Joyce still screaming, Pounder continued fucking the shit out of her pussy.  Then you could tell that something was changing, because she began to moan and    making low gutteral noises, and then saying things like, "OH yeah, baby.  I love your big cock."  She had been transformed from a victim of rape to a dog's bitch that loved a dog's cock.

"GOODD  GGGOODD!!!  What a dick, he has.  I feel every vein and every knot on his big cock and they rub against the walls of my wet cunt.   His cock is getting very hot!!  I think he is about to shoot his cum into my womb.  Shoot it inside of me, you big dicked rascal."

Then it happened- both Aunt Joyce and Pounder shot their wads at the same time, as Aunt Joyce screamed a scream unlike any I had ever heard.   Pounder must have had a quart of his cum that he shot into her soaked pussy.  It began to run out of her cunt and trickle down her legs.  When Pounder finished, he ran out of the room, as Aunt Joyce, lay there exhausted- but with a satisfied look on her face.

"Do you think you can beat that" she asked me? 

"Don't tell me that I've lost out to a fucking dog" I asked back?

She simply smiled as she reached down and began rubbing her swollen pussy...........

My Sister and Lisa - part 1

Rob-ed01 on Incest Stories

It was a Friday night, Janie had invited Lisa to stay for the week as her parents had gone away, something to do with their work and as it was the summer holidays, mom had said it was ok with her, although she would be out for a lot of the first weekend. The girls had been instructed to look after me on Saturday as mom would be out, virtually all day, I'd only just started to walk without crutches and was still a little wobbly on my feet.

Lisa arrived around 6 p.m., just in time for our evening meal, in no time settling in to the house, giggling around
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with Janie and generally teasing me but of course, I gave as good as I got. About 9 o'clock I went upstairs for a shower and to get ready for bed, which was my normal routine, going back downstairs to the living room in just my pj bottoms and sat on the sofa cross legged watching TV.

About 30 minutes later the girls came down from Janie's room. Janie was wearing her nightie, with nothing underneath, it was light blue with little flowers around the bottom, which was just above her knees. Lisa had on the tightest shorts and a baggy top and sat next to me. Don't ask my why but as I looked across at my sister, I noticed her nipples through the fabric of her nightie ad felt a little twitch in my pj's. There was a nice odour that accompanied them but it wasn't until Lisa lifted her feet up onto the sofa that anything really registered with me. Her left foot was touching my right toes, I have no idea whether it was deliberate on her part but her toes were wiggling teasing mine and before I could do anything, the knob of my cock, purple and large was sticking out through the pee slit in my pj's. I went bright red as she looked at me and chuckled as I tried to cover my hard-on.

For the next hour, my erection never really subsided, my breathing became more erratic, my balls more and more tingly and to be absolutely honest, not knowing why I felt like I did. Anyway, at 10.45 it was time for bed, mom pecked me on the cheek and said,
    "hey, Rob, kiss your sister and our guest goodnight too".  
Janie stood up and said,
    "we'll go up to bed as well",
kissed mom and gave me a peck on my forehead. As for Lisa, she giggled and kissed me on the lips, well, I nearly died, especially when she let her hand slip between us and squeezes my balls.

I walked up the stairs with the two girls whispering and giggling behind me, I was feeling very elf conscious with my hard-on bouncing from leg to leg as I went step to step. I put my hand on my bedroom door but before I could get inside, Lisa grabbed my arm and spun me round to face her and looking into my eyes, said,
    "Robbie, here's something for you to dream about",
Pulling me close she began kissing me, surprised by her action, my mouth opened and without hesitation her tongue was in my mouth exploring. What a fantastic feeling as her hands squeezed my bum and I responded to her kiss. Janie was laughing as Lisa pulled away and my cock was once again sticking through the slit in my pj's. So, embarrassed, I quickly turned around and entered my room.

By the time I got into bed, my cock was throbbing like never before and heart pounding. I pushed my pj's off with some urgency, immediately finding my hard-on with my right hand, stroking lustfully, desperate to satisfy my urge. Precum was oozing out and dripping down my hand, my breathing was short, balls tightening quickly and hips bucking instinctively. Within seconds desperation had taken over and my body froze, I couldn't breath and in a sudden release, my hips thrust upwards as my first stream of sperm exploded from my cock onto my chest, followed by four more surges of cum. Wow! What an orgasm that was.

I woke up the following morning at about 10 and headed downstairs for my breakfast but as I left my room I could hear moaning coming from Janie's room but continued to the kitchen. Fifteen minutes later, after eating, two Weetabix, a round of toast and cup of coffee, I headed back upstairs. I had slept naked, the previous nights exertion had meant I'd fallen asleep quickly but now awake had my pj trousers back on. I wondered if the girls were awake and walked to their room, pausing to listen. I could hear muffled noises, so eased the door open.

With the door fully open, I froze in shock at the vision in front of me. The girls were nude on top of Janie's bed, not noticing me standing in the doorway, my sister was lying on her back with her knees bent and open, Lisa was straddling her head and licking Janie's pussy as eagerly as Janie was licking hers.

My cock was rock hard in an instant, again sticking out from the slit in my pj's as I watched the girls in amazement as their hips began to buck against each others mouths. The smell that I'd noticed the previous night filled the room, Janie's face glistening with Lisa's excitement. I wasn't masturbating but could feel my balls beginning to tighten and my breathing erratic, I was going to cum. Just as my first spurt of sperm shot from my cock, the girls were rapidly reaching their climax, moaning in ecstasy, my knees buckled as the second spurt flew onto the carpet. It was obvious that the girls were enjoying their own orgasms but as my cock sent the third shot of cum onto the floor, I couldn't help but groan with pleasure as I fell to my knees.

Thirty seconds later as Lisa rolled off Janie, Janie looked at me,
    "Fucking hell Rob, how long have you been there!"
    "I'm really sorry J, I want to see if you two were up yet and when I saw you like that, I couldn't move."
    "You little pervert, you've cum on my floor!"
I edged towards the door, thinking I was a dead man, until Lisa said,
    "Oh no you don't little man, you're not leaving us, come here now."

I was so nervous as I walked towards the bed, there were two naked girls in front of me. I'd only ever caught glimpses of my sister nude but never long enough to admire her beauty and as for Lisa, I'd seen her in a swimsuit and hadn't noticed how sexy she was. I stood about a metre away from the bed as Lisa sat up, my cock hadn't lost its erection and was still sticking out from my trousers. Lisa said,
    "Do you like what you see Robbie because your cock tells me you do."
I could only shake my head in the affirmative, in all honesty, I was absolutely terrified as to what they were going to do to me.

    "I know he's your little brother J but don't you think he looks scrummy, come on, sit up, show him how gorgeous your body is!"

Janie sat up slowly and revealed her body bit by bit. Lisa was right, she was stunning, sitting there with here eyes sparkling, hair draping down her back, boobs that looked to be sheer perfection, capped by her hard nipples, above a flat stomach, moving down to a glistening wet pussy, with obviously puffy lips, swollen from the attention of Lisa's tongue, her legs looked fantastic and finally to her sexy feet, she was a goddess.

Lisa stood up, stepping towards me, her fingers gently teased my chest, getting closer her hands moved around to my lower back and as her breasts touched my chest, she began kissing me. My arms instinctively wrapped around her as I responded but could barely stand as I felt her hands go inside my trousers to squeeze my bum and in doing so, she eased them over my hips, allowing them to slide down my legs.

She pulled me closer, my cock now pressed between our bodies and her right leg lifting up the side of my left leg and thigh. Oh my god, no, my balls were tightening again and as she pulled me tighter onto her, my cock spewed its load onto her stomach but she simply kissed me with more passion, grinding her body harder onto mine, until my balls emptied.

She pulled away, giggling naughtily, turning to Janie saying,
    "Look what our little man has done, I made him cum!"
Janie laughed and told her to lie down. Lisa did as my sister commanded as Janie led me to kneel one side of Lisa.
    "We'd better clean her up Rob, lick your cum off her."
I was still in a daze and bent forward nervously, dipping my tongue into a streak of my cum, licking tenderly across her stomach and then swallowed. I'd heard that girls swallow s guys cum, so, why shouldn't I, anyway, although it was a bit salty and thick, it was quite nice and so, licked more, making Lisa quiver and almost moan with pleasure. Once I'd licked her clean, Janie pushed me onto my back, so, I was next to Lisa.
    "Close your eyes Rob", Janie ordered.
By now, I was starting to relax and enjoy this adventure. I felt one of the girls leaning over me and lips touching mine, a tongue moving slowly into my mouth. This didn't feel like Lisa, there was a nervousness to the kiss, the lips were softer and as I wrapped my arms round her, I realised that it must be my sister kissing me. I didn't care, in fact, I wanted to kiss her, I kissed her back as passionately as I could and felt her relax and give herself to me.

She pulled away, I opened my eyes and smiled at her. She told Lisa to get some scarves from my drawer and stood up by the side of the bed.
    "Are you ok if we tie you to the bed Rob, I promise we won't hurt you."
I knew I'd be all right and by now, my cock was ready for action again and was more than a little curious as to what they were going to do me, so agreed to what they wanted.

My arms were tied spread-eagled to either side of the bed, the girls embraced and kissed each other passionately before the third scarf was used to blindfold me. I was unbelievably excited and although had an erection that was twitching expectantly, at least now, I felt that I was getting control over me ejaculating.

I felt the girls kneel either side of me and simultaneously they kissed my cheeks. Janie whispered,
    "Are you ready little brother?"
I nodded yes as Lisa kissed my neck before saying,
    "I love that your cock is shaved, it makes you look great!"
Hands began to caress my chest, followed by both girls kissing down my body, pausing to lick my nipples and as they hardened, the girls pinched them with their teeth, before licking all over my stomach. I shivered a little as their saliva covered my body but then, they stopped. I was aware that one of them was leaning over my face, my pulse quickened as I felt a hardened nipple tracing across my lips. Instinctively, I opened my mouth, lifted my head to suck on my first female breast in a sexual way. The skin was so soft, yet the boob felt full and rounded, the nipple hard as my tongue swirled around it and as I drew away, letting my teeth hold the nipple tight, feeling it pull as my head rested back on the pillow. I heard a moan of pleasure as I gave a last suck and flick of my tongue, before releasing the breast. It was seconds later that my face was covered again, feeling another nipple on my lips, this one harder and bigger than the first, the breast fuller and more fleshy, guessing that this was one of Lisa's breasts and that the first was Janie's. Again, I suckled before working solely on the nipple and then releasing from my mouth.

There was a pause a movement of bodies before I felt my thighs being kissed and licked, my legs eased open, a hand cupping my balls and another encircling the shaft of my cock, before slowly stroking up and down its full length. The hand cupping my balls, squeezed, making me take a sharp intake of breath followed by a delirious moan of,
    "Oh my god!"

There was another thirty seconds of stroking before I felt both girls get off the bed, hearing them whisper but unable to tell what was said, followed by the unmistakable sound of them kissing passionately.

Lisa said to Janie,
    "Are you sure?"
But there was no reply, just the sensation of one of them getting back onto the bed and like I was being stood over, one foot either side of me. My heart was racing as I felt her drop gently to her knees. Her two hands rested on my chest as her lips kissed mine softly. Who was it, I asked myself.. One hand circled my cock, squeezing a little as she held it still. Her legs were touching me, so, I could feel her tense up as I felt something very warm and moist rubbing on my knob. What was it, what was she doing, I wondered.
    "Oh god, you're not! Oh god, which of you is it?"
There was no answer, just a sensation of my cock being devoured by a wet tight pussy and I could hear her taking small breaths as she lowered, first over my knob, then bit by bit down my shaft, until I felt resistance against the end of my cock. She held still for a moment, before lifting a little and then plunging hard down on my. It was as though I'd broken through the barrier that had been there and felt a sudden increase of wetness running out of her and down my balls. She whimpered, holding still, before beginning to slide up and down my shaft, slowly at first but the wetness was increasing the more she moved. The way her pussy was squeezing my cock was making me feel fantastic, my hips bucking rhythmically into the girl on top of me, my breathing erratic as was hers, her moaning in pleasure, the pain obviously now long gone. I couldn't last much longer, my balls were tightening for the third time since I'd awoken.
    "I'm going to cum!"

I expected her to pull off but she just moved faster, her moaning more intense, pussy pulsating more. I knew this was is but as my body froze, hers did too and as my first stream of cum shot deep inside her, her nails dug into my chest as her orgasm hit her. Pushing hard as I could into her, spurt after spurt of cum shot inside her pussy, juices ran out, drenching my balls. Our orgasms began to subside and our bodies relax, she leant forward and kissed me passionately, holding me tight.

End of part one.

Auntie and I

Jolly1 on Incest Stories

Auntie and I
By Jolly1

Chapter 1

It happened shortly after my twelfth birthday, my dad was in a car accident and mom was staying at the hospital with him. My father’s little sister was asked to stay with me until my dad got better. Dad had been in a coma since the accident and mom would not leave his side.

My aunt was just twelve years older than me and she was very sexy. She was a teacher at my school and all the boys had a crush on her. I had never been alone with her, but at all the family functions she always gave me a big hug. This was enough to give me an all day erection. She was blonde and had a nice set of tits, and curves in all the right places. She was the subject of many a wet dream and jack off sessions.

As the days went by my aunt May a

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nd I became closer and closer, she cooked for me and helped me with my homework. She became more casual around me and at night often watched TV with me in her night gown and robe. Truthfully I watched more aunt May than I did TV. To say she was a hot babe would be an understatement. When she leaned over I would catch a glimpse of her cleavage, when she crossed her legs I could see a little of her high thigh. I tried to hide the hard on she was always giving me. When she hugged and kissed me good night, I could smell her wonderful perfume.

I won’t bore you with all of the day to day details and get right to the point. One night when she went to kiss me goodnight the kiss changed form an aunt kissing her nephew to a more passionate kiss. It seem to go on for ever, and when it was over she was blushing red as a beet. Although I knew about sex, from the locker room talk, I did not understand the feelings rushing thru me at the time. I just knew I did not want it to end. It did end and aunt May went rushing to her room, as I slowly went to my room. As you can guess going to sleep was not possible, all of the new feeling and thoughts were racing thru my head. Lucky for me this was a Friday night and I had no school tomorrow morning so I could sleep in.

Sometime over in the morning as I lay staring at the bedroom ceiling the door slowly opened. Aunt May was standing at the door, guess she had trouble sleeping too. When she saw I was awake also, she came in and sat on the edge of my bed, and said she needed to talk to me. She told me that the goodnight kiss she had given me was not right. And when I asked her what was wrong with it she said it was not the kind of kiss an aunt should give her nephew. I told her that I liked it and could not see anything wrong with it, she let out a long sigh and tried to explain that it was more a kiss you would give a lover not a family member. I told her that it was ok that I did love her and thought the kiss was great. She smiled at me and told me she loved me too, but it was wrong of her to love me like that, and then she started to cry. I got out of bed and stood in front of her and hugged her to me, smoothing her hair and trying to comfort her. She wrapped her arms around me and cried against my chest for a few minutes.

When she stopped crying she looked up at me and I bent down and kissed the tears from her face. Thinking back I think that act of tenderness finally broke her resistance. She pulled me to her and gave me a tender kiss that turned into a kiss of passion. She pulled me onto the bed next to her, our bodies were against each other and it was then I realized that she had only a thin night gown on and I had on just my jockey shorts. Her body gave off incredible heat as she kissed me on the lips and all over my face. I knew she had to feel my hard on pressed against her; there was no way to hide it now.

Then I felt her hands running all over my body and stop at the tent in my jockey shorts. I almost came when I felt her hand grasp my cock and squeeze it. Her kisses became more intense and she was pushing her tongue into my mouth. She suddenly sat up and pulled her night gown over her head, god she was beautiful. She stood up and pulled off my jockey shorts and my cock stood saluting her at full attention. She got back on the bed and we started kissing again, she placed my hands on her bare breasts, this twelve year old boy was in heaven. She reached down between our bodies and began to slowly jack off my cock, and moved one of my hands down to her hot steaming pussy. She kept her hand on mine to guide it to the right places as I was quite inexperienced in the ways of pleasing a woman. After a while she pushed me onto my back and laid on top of me, kissing me all over the face an neck at first and then slowly working her way down my chest to the object of her desire. When her lips reached my cock it felt like a hot match had touched me there. She kissed it all over and worked her way down to my balls, then I felt her tongue gliding over my balls and she licked her way back up to the tip of my cock. I was trembling with the need for release and she seemed to sense this and grasped me firmly at the base of my cock. Then she slid her lips over the head of my cock and swirled her tongue around it. She then began to take more and more of my cock in her mouth until she had it all down her throat, like she was trying to swallow my dick. She slowly started bobbing her head up and down while moving her tongue around my dick; I withered on the bed in pure joy and pleasure. After a time she released the pressure on the base of my cock and I flooded her mouth with my cum and she greedily swallowed every drop.

Aunt May crawled up on the bed next to me and smiled at me, she asked me if I liked what she had done. I told her I loved it and kissed her with all of the love and affection that I felt. My hands moved to her large breasts as I kissed her lips and ears and neck. She guided me to her breasts which I started to kiss and suck like a baby that could not get enough milk. She pulled my face from her breast and asked me if I would lick her pussy, I told her I did not know how but she said she would teach me.

Aunt May spread her legs and let me get my first look at a real pussy, it was red and swollen and had just a wisp of hair above the slit. She took my hand and guided it to her protruding clit and told me to start licking her here. Her pussy had a musky smell but not bad at all so I proceeded to lick her clit. I must have been doing something right because she wrapped her legs around my head and ground her pussy into my face. My fingers started to explore my first pussy and I started moving my tongue up and down her slit. I noticed she was wet and getting wetter as I lapped up the sweet nectar she was giving me. My tongue found her hole and I pushed it in as deep as I could, aunt May was going wild and trying to squeeze my brains out with her legs. I moved my tongue back to her clit and stuck my finger into that hot hole, aunt May screamed and shuddered and then stiffened like a board, and rewarded me with a flood of new nectar.

When she released my head from the death lock she had it in with her legs, I gasps for breath as her juices ran down my face. I crawled up and lay in her arms and cuddled as close to her as I could. We lay like that for a while and she pushed me on my back again, I thought she was going to suck my cock again as it was rock hard again, but instead she straddled me, she smiled at me as she reached behind her and grasp my cock guiding it to her furness of love. I could not believe the sensation as my cock entered my first pussy. It was tight and wet and hot, as it slid down my cock. When she had it all, she stopped and smiled down at me, then gave her ass a little wiggle that sent shock waves up my spine.

As she slowly started to ride my cock she leaned down so that her breasts were brushing my lips. I took the hint and began to fondle and suck the hard nipples she had offered me. She rode me for what seemed like hours, every time I felt like I was going to cum she stopped and waited for it to pass, and then she would start again. I had never felt anything like this before as I humped back at her rising and falling pussy. Then she started to move faster and faster, my cock moving in her like a piston in a high performance engine, she was bucking and shaking her head from side to side, I grabbed her waist and tried to just hang on. I felt it coming from the soles of my feet, as she pounded me I was thrusting and shooting rope after rope of cum in her, and she was flooding my cock with her hot juices.

Aunt May collapsed on me and we rolled on our sides in a bear hug that we could not release, my hard cock still deep in her. Both our bodies wet with sweat, her hard nipples boring holes in my chest, we lay looking into each others eyes, knowing this was just the beginning.

End of Chapter 1

ENSLAVING ABBEY - PART EIGHT

Sir James on Forced Stories

ENSLAVING ABBEY - PART EIGHT

Well, I am back with you. If you remember, I am Abbey’s husband, Jim Bryant. I have just finished telling of you Abbey’s stay at Alex Krueger’s house. I sent her there to learn to be the consummate sex slave. I have not had access to her during the more than three weeks of her stay there. Alex has regularly sent video tapes of her training and how she has been used sexually, along with the torments, and tortures she has endured. On several occasions, I was able to go to Alex’ house and watch her from behind two way mirrors or on closed circuit television. I really like the way she has come along under his training.

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justify">Now don’t get the idea that I was alone and celibate for three weeks. Remember Caron. Well, Alex gave her to me several times. She is a bride to be, and her soon to be husband has required her to be trained prior to their marriage. Caron’s training has been extensive. She spent nearly three months at Krueger’s place. She is so well trained, that Alex let me take her home several times. I kept her locked in my newly equipped dungeon in my basement. She is looking forward to her wedding, yet she has learned to revel in her slavery. Her new husband should be very pleased with was Alex has done with her.

Now, back to Abbey. On her last night at Haus Krueger, she spent the night in the Master’s bed. Oh, yeah, he tied her, and whipped her, lightly, only to arouse her. She was so happy that she had made Alex happy, and that he was pleased with her slavery, Abbey did everything she could to please him. She even admitted to him that she was very grateful for his training of her. This is what I wanted Krueger to do with her. Now that she was leaving Krueger’s home, Abbey had one more little surprise awaiting her. I suppose this was my test to see just how submissive she is, and how much of a slave she has learned to be.

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Abbey was very excited. This was the day that she would leave Krueger’ establishment, and return to her husband, and her home. She hoped Jim still love her, would be proud of her.

She awoke from a restless sleep, and took care of her morning rituals, including the requisite enema. Girard made his usual appearance. On this morning as he required her to suck his cock before he restrained her. Abbey fell to her task. She gave his a cock sucking like she had never before. With her hands free, she stroked his cock while she took his throbbing phallus into her warm mouth. While she sucked on his cock, her tongue was lashing the sensitive tip. Her other hand was holding and massaging his balls. It was obvious that Girard like what she did. Soon his cock erupted again, as it had every morning since Abbey came to Haus Krueger.

After she finished, and refreshed her make up, Girard locked Abbey’s hands behind her back, and affixed a leash to her collar. He then led her upstairs to the main house, her high heel shoes clicking on the rich parquet wood floor as she walked. Abbey was very excited. She wanted to see Jim so much. She could hardly wait held and kissed by him. She wanted to have her husband fuck her, to show how much he loved and wanted her.

Girard led her to the Library. Krueger met her just outside of the library door. He took her leash, and spoke to her.

“Abby, we want you to know we are proud of you and your progress. We know you husband will be very pleased with you. You are an extraordinarily beautiful and dutiful sex slave. Any master would be proud to have access to you.”

Abbey smiled and stood on her toes to kiss Alex Krueger. He grasped her breasts as he returned her kiss.

“Thank you, Sir”, she replied. “I hope Jim will be happy with what I have become.”

“I’m sure he will. Now, it is time for you to go.”

Alex pulled on her leash and lead her through the door into the library. There, sitting on a large opulent leather couch was David Rayne! Abbey looked around the room, and did not see her husband. She was at a loss for words. David Rayne stood up and walked to her.

“Well, Abbey, I am sure you weren’t expecting me. The truth is that Jim has been delayed, and asked me to come collect you. You are to go with me.”

David put his arms around her, and pulled her to him, kissing her. Abbey returned his kiss, as her obligatory duty, but she was disappointed. She so wanted to see her husband.

“Where is Jim”, she asked. “I thought he would be here.”

“As I said, he sent me to collect you. He will be waiting for you at home. Now, let’s be on our way. We have a long way to go”, was David Rayne’s reply.

Abbey just stood there, not knowing what to say. She was helpless, with her wrists bound behind her back. She was naked, save for her high heel shoes. She was a “captive”, and a slave. She had to trust David and Alex. She would have to go with David, hoping to see her husband very soon. She was confused and disappointed, but knew she had no choice but to obey David Rayne.

David turned to Alex and said, “I have brought her cape, but I see no need for it. She can travel naked. My limousine windows are deeply tinted. We need to fix her for the road, do you have some additional ropes?”

Alex turned to Girard, “Yes, I quite agree. Girard, prepare her for travel.”

Girard had in his had a small leather case, resembling those which doctors carry. From the case he extracted several items. First, he blindfolded her with a leather “sleep” mask. Next, using a penis gag, he silenced her by strapping the gag deep in her pretty mouth.

A length of rope was wrapped around her elbows and tightly tied, pulling her elbows together behind her back. Girard turned to David Rayne.

“Would you like for me to install a cunt rope? It will keep her rather tractable during your travels.”

Smiling, David replied, “No…, no, I don’t think so. I have use for that facility. I want it to be available to me.”

Girard nodded knowingly, “Yes, I understand, Sir.”

Abbey was still wearing her collar and leash. Alex came to her, and grasping her breasts, spoke to her. “Abbey, we will miss you. Your husband has told me he wants me to be a visitor to your home. I am sure you will be seeing me before long.”

Poor helpless Abbey. Alex’s words did not surprise her. She knew Krueger and her husband would arrange future liaisons. It only seemed natural. In fact, Krueger’s son, Hans, had told her that she might be required to return to the Krueger House for a refresher course.

Now she was standing here in Krueger’s library, naked, gagged, blindfolded and bound. Her only garments were her high heels shoes, collar, leash, and ropes. That seemed to be how her future would be. She felt helpless, and a more than a little afraid, yet, her pussy was responding. The idea of being a helpless sex slave, knowing that you were totally in the hands of people who could do anything they wished to her, and require anything of her, was arousing. She was amazed at how she had changed at Haus Krueger.

David Rayne pulled on her leash and said, “Come little slave, it is time to leave. Master Krueger has more slaves to train. Besides, I am looking forward to having you all to myself in the car.”

David lead her from the house, and into the garage. The morning was chilly. Her naked bound body felt the morning air. It was then she realized that she had been a bound naked slave in Haus Krueger for more than three weeks, yet she had never been outside of the building. She had no real idea about what the house looked like. She could feel the concrete walkway under her high heel shod feet. She could sense they had walked into the garage. She heard a car door open. David spoke to someone.

“Charles, sorry it took so long. We had to get her ready for travel. We’re ready to go.”

“No problem, Mr. Rayne. My time is your time. Wow, she is one good looking slave cunt.”

“Yeah”, replied David. “She is outstanding. Before we get to our destination, I will give you a chance to know her first hand.”

“Hey, thanks”, Charles replied. “I’m looking forward to that.”

Abbey felt Charles grasp her bound arm, “Now slave cunt, let me help you into the car.”

She was eased into the car. The seats were leather, but they were not cold. It felt as if they were heated. Undoubtedly this was a real limousine, as David Rayne had said. Once seated in the car, Charles put her seat belt on. The he grasped her ankles and separated them.

“We just want to make sure you are helpless, yet available to Mr. Rayne.”

Abbey felt clips being connected to her ankle cuffs. It was obvious that the clips were attached to the rear floor of the limo. Now her ankles were locked in a spread position, making it easy for any one to delve into her pussy. Charles availed himself of the opportunity. She felt his hand and fingers probing her cunt. In a matter of seconds, her breath became more rapid as she was aroused by Charles’s hand. She silently cursed her body for responding so quickly. There was no denying it. She was aroused at being a bound, naked sex slave. Alex Krueger had done his job very well.

Charles left her and closed the door to the limo. She felt David Rayne sit down beside her, as Charles got behind the wheel and started the engine. As the limo pulled away from the Krueger house, she realized that she would never be able to find her way back her, or for that matter, find her way from this place.

As the limo headed down the highway, David occupied himself by playing with her breasts and pussy. Soon she was very aroused, nearing a climax. David sensed this. He kissed her gagged mouth and eased up on his manipulation of her. Abbey was frustrated. For the last three weeks, she was only allowed to cum when her captors so desired, which was not very often. If she had not been gagged, she would have begged David Rayne to be allowed to cum. She would do anything to please him, to be allowed to cum.

David reached over and removed her gag. While playing with he breasts, he kissed her. Abbey was quick to return his kiss. His hands on her breasts felt good. If Jim wanted her to be a sex slave, the he was getting his wish. Surrendering to David was all she could think about.

“My dear Abbey”, David spoke. “You are one hot little sex slave. I saw that in you when I first met you. It took Alex to bring that out in you. You have made a marvelous transformation.”

Abbey, somewhat breathlessly answered, “Thank you, Sir.”

“Now you are tied so your tits are raised to me. I want you to stick them out as far as you can. I want to whip them.”

Abbey did as David asked. She sat in the limo, bound, with her breasts raised as far as she could, awaiting David’s whip on them. David was quick to respond. Being blindfolded, she could not see what he was doing. From a pouch in the car, he had produced an small lightweight multi-thonged whip. He brought it sharply across her breasts.

Abbey flinched, but regained her posture and pushed her breasts out again. David did not want to miss the opportunity, and swung the whip again. Abbey’s breasts bounced under the assault, but jiggled back to their position. The whipping continued. Abbey was beginning to whimper, but she maintained her position and absorbed the whip lashes. As she was beginning to sob, David stopped the whipping.

Abbey sat there, biting her lip. There were tears in her eyes, and her breasts were burning from the whipping they had just received. She was thinking that she was bound, naked, in a strange car, in a strange place, with two strangers who had total physical and sexual control over her. She wanted to see her husband. She ached for him, yet, she had to admit that she was aroused by her predicament. After being a Haus Krueger, the thought of not submitting never crosses her mind. Her only thoughts were to please whom ever had control of her. Part of her felt that she should resist, but the main part of her psyche loved what was happening to her. What ever David Rayne wanted, she would submit to. The burning pain in her breasts was being transmitted directly to her boiling cunt.

Abbey sat there, her breasts burning from the whipping she received at the hands of David Rayne. Her pussy was hot and wet. As she sat there she heard a noise that sounded distinctly like a champagne bottle being opened. Then she could not mistake the sound of this delicious beverage being poured into a glass. David Rayne put his arm around her and pulled her close to him.

“Abbey”, he declared. “Here is to you, a beautiful slave, and here is to you magnificent, expertly whipped, tits.”

David held the glass to her lips. She drank the cold wondrous liquid. It was refreshing and laid easy on her tongue. A few drops fell onto her heated breasts. David bent down and licked the champagne from her breasts, and in the process sucked on her nipples. Abbey boiling point just went up. Her heated whipped breasts now felt wonderful, and more heat was added to her cunt. She heard David to drink from the glass.

“Yes”, he said with a lust filled voice, “You have come a long way. You are magnificent. I have something I want you to take care of.”

David Rayne keeping his arm around Abbey, put the champagne glass in a glass holder in the door of the car, and kissed her, again. She returned his kiss as he cupped her breasts. He then lifted her up and placing her on her knees on the floor of the limousine, between his legs. Unzipping his trousers, his rigid cock sprang from it’s confines. As David’s erection exited his trousers, its purple head bumped Abbey on the chin. She knew what was expected of her. Right now, she was so aroused that she welcomed David’s cock to her mouth. She only wished someone would fuck her and give her a climax.

Taking David Rayne’s cock into her mouth, she worried it like a terrier dog. Very soon, David was moaning and his cock was pulsating in her mouth. A few more seconds and he was groaning deeply as his cock exploded in her mouth. Abbey struggled, and was able to swallow of all his issue. As she knelt there, sucking David’s cock dry, she realized that the limo had stopped. She heard the back door of the limousine open and felt the cool outside air on her naked body. Sensed that someone got into the car and was sitting next to David Rayne. She heard David take another drink of champagne.

“Abbey”, David spoke. “Charles, my driver is sitting next to me. His cock is massive, and aching. Seeing you had caused him to have a rigid hard on. Since it is your fault, I want you to move over and kneel between his legs, and suck his cock. I want you to removed the ache from his cock, make him feel better.”

Abbey did as she was told, and soon Charles was unloading his cock into her sweet submissive mouth.

Soon the limo was back on the road. She was seated next to David Rayne. She was still naked, still bound, and still very much aroused. It seemed to her that everybody was requiring her to satisfy them, and yet they were intent to leave her miserably aroused, with no relief. After she had sucked Charles cock, she had begged both Charles and David for fuck her. Both declined her pleading. It did not help that David continued to share his champagne with her. The alcohol only helped to inflamed her passions.

There were tears of frustration in her blindfolded eyes. Not only did she crave sexual release, she was also humiliated. She had begged two strangers to fuck her, yet both declined. She wondered what was going to happen to her. She was beginning to wonder if David Rayne might even take her prisoner and not take her home to Jim. All she could do was to sit and ride as best she could. From time to time David would play with her breasts or pussy, all of which kept her aroused.

“Sir”, Abbey spoke as she rode next to David Rayne. “May I ask a question, please?”

“Yes, you may.”

Abbey was silent for a moment. “Sir, will I ever see my husband again?”

David smiled and answered, “Why do you ask that?”

A tear ran from Abbey’s blindfolded eyes, “I just love him so much, and I want him so much. I know I am a slave, and I will surrender to you, but I was in hopes that he still loved me…”

Abbey fell silent. She did not know what else to say.

“Well”, David replied as he fondled her breasts, “I am sure, eventually, you will see him. For right now, however, you are mine to do as I wish.”

David slapped her breasts several times. They bounced and jiggled, deliciously.

“For right now”, he continued, “You are mine, so no more questions.”

A subdued Abbey whispered her reply, “Yessir.”

After a long ride, she sensed that the limo was now on city streets, as opposed to being on a highway. Soon she felt the car turn into a driveway, and into a garage. Since she had been denied clothing for her travels, she was glad the limo was in a garage so she could not be seen. Then again, whose garage was it, and what was going to happen to her.

After the car was stopped and the engine turned off, David and the driver helped her out of the limo. She was lead by her leash from the garage and into a house. Abbey stumbled, but caught herself. She pulled back on the leash, seemingly to resist. David jerked her leash, pulling her to him. His left hand grasped her exposed nipple. He twisted it cruelly. Abbey gasped in pain.

“Slave”, David spoke sharply. “I hope you are not resisting. I’ll pull the nipples off you tits. Now stand up, and do what I tell you!”

Abbey apologized, and begged forgiveness. David answered by slapping both of her breasts. Jerking on her leash he lead her into this strange house. Shortly entering the house, she was lead down a flight of stairs, into a basement. It had the same feel as the basement of the Krueger house. Once again, she was to be a prisoner, hid from the public, and held incognito. She was being held in another basement while no one in the outside world knew she was there. Strangely enough, though scared her, and aroused her.

David stopped Abbey, and pulled her to his chest. He hugged her and kissed her while squeezing her sensitive breasts. She returned his kiss because she knew it was expected, and because she was still very much aroused.

“Abbey, we have reached our destination. I am going to remove your blindfold, and introduce you to someone”, David said.

Abbey pussy ached as she thought, ’Someone else to torment me and use me.’

Abbey replied to David, “Thank you, Sir.”

Her blindfold was removed. She blinked her eyes to adjust them to the light. In her line of vision, she saw that she was in another orgy room, not unlike the basement at the Krueger house. It was a well equipped torture and orgy room. Also, she observed another woman. This woman was a raven haired beauty with a great body. She too was naked, wearing only high heel shoes. Her wrists was tied, and pulled high above her head. She was gagged and her body showed signs of having been whipped recently. David Rayne walked her over to the bound and whipped woman.

“Abbey, I want you to meet my wife, Karlene. She is a slave much like you, and is here in the custody of another master. She is a graduate of Haus Krueger. Like you, she has been extensively trained by Alex Krueger. In fact, in the fall she will return to Krueger‘s for a refresher course. Who knows, perhaps you will be sent back there with her.”

Abbey smiled at Karlene. David’s wife nodded her head to Abbey. Her gagged mouth prevented a smile of any type. Abbey wondered if she was going to be made to suck this woman’s pussy.

“Now, I want you to meet this other master to whom I have trusted my wife.”

David turned her around, and to her shock, there stood her husband, Jim. David dropped her leash and she turned and ran to Jim.

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Well, you have it. Abbey is home. Yes, I had been tormenting David Rayne’s wife. We have decided that each man should have access to each others slave/wife. The future looks bright, and very exciting. Yes, I am seriously considering sending Abbey back to Krueger’s place with Karlene Rayne. It will be good training and conditioning.

While Abbey was gone, I had my basement renovated into a fine dungeon and orgy room, much like the one at Krueger’s house. It is smaller, but very well equipped.

I was glad to have Abbey back. Yes, I do love her, very much. But, now she is a total sex slave, more woman than any man could imagine. Oh, yes, I will send her back to Krueger’s for a refreshing in her training. It will be good for her, and remind her that she is a slave. Understand, however, she is my slave, and I will never let her go. I love this woman, and I also own her. It doesn’t get much better than that.

Oh, yes, in case you wondered, both David Rayne and myself fucked Abbey that night. We even required Karlene to suck her pussy. She was made to suck Karlene’s cunt We made both slaves cum several times. We lost count of their climax’. I know Abbey had at least ten cums.

THE END

 

 

 

 

 

Lessons Part 1 REPOST

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Ken and Debra lay in bed after a second round of heart stopping sex. Ken had been working out on the coast for the last two weeks, and very seldom in their seventeen years together had they been apart for that length of time. They both loved sex, and had always had an active and healthy sex life. They both had come from families that were very strict, had both spent time in boarding schools before meeting each other in college. At that time Ken was a business major and Debra had chosen biology as her major. Both had excelled in high school and college. They married soon after meeting and had completed their master degrees in their respective fields by the time they were twenty four. Both came from families of mon

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ey, although success had been won by each without any need of help from their parents.

 

One of the problems they had in common was with the way their parents had treated them as children. They were never beaten or anything like that, they were just a ignored for the most part. As children they both felt as if they had been conceived because it was “expected” of their parents to have at least one child. The affect of this was a somewhat restrictive childhood that resulted in them both having a lot of spare time to study, and dream about the way they wanted their lives to be. One thing they had both promised themselves was that they would bring their own children up entirely differently.

 

They decided to have kids right away, their theory being is that they wanted their kids to have younger parents, not old fogies like their own parents were. Unfortunately, Debra found out that she was unable to have children so they decided to adopt. This is where things started to stray from the norm. Debra had done her thesis on genetic engineering and had insisted that her husband father their children using surrogate mothers. Her theory was that if they found the right mother they would be able to ensure that the children had ideal genetic material to start out life with. After a long and expensive search they found an ideal candidate that was just finishing her doctorate in one of the sciences, and was two hundred thousand in debt from student loans. Debra created two fertilized eggs in a test-tube and successfully inserted them into the surrogate’s womb. Nine months later the children were born. To keep things simple the couple had elected to just tell the children they had been adopted, and that they had no idea who their father or mother were.

 

So back to the present time. Ken and Debra are lying in bed discussing their plans. For the last sixteen years they had been planning for this, and now that the time was here, they weren’t sure how to proceed exactly. Let me explain. One of the biggest problems they had both had with their own parents was the hypocritical way they had dealt with sex. Being well off, and such, both sets of parents had numerous affairs and liaisons all over the globe, but at the same time repressed their children’s sexual education. This is one of the many things they had promised not to do to their own kids. For the most part they didn’t do anything special, except agree that they would always be honest and truthful when matters of a sexual nature came up. Ultimately they planned to give their own kids the best sexual education imaginable. Ken and Debra felt it was time to start their education.

 

“We can start this weekend,” Debra said, “I’ve been getting a sexual vibe from Mike for over a year now, and Lisa has had her period for almost two years. And as I am sure you will agree, they both look more like adults than young teens. I can’t believe the size of Lisa’s tits, that was the one thing I was hoping she would inherit from her biological mom, not that mine are small, but she exceeded my 36D’s months ago, and I know she needs some bigger bras now. Anyway, I have seen the sex-ed stuff coming home from school so I am sure they know all the facts. I think it’s time we started to educate them in the more intimate aspects of sex.” All the time she was talking her husband was thinking about how hot their daughter looked. Although he was away on business a lot, it never seemed to amaze him how quickly they had both grown.

 

“They are back from the school band trip on Friday and school doesn’t get back in until next Tuesday,” Debra continued. “I’ve been slowly loosening the standards in the house over the last few months. Mike has managed to get a few glances of me in my bra and panties and I know he is trying to see more. Let’s execute the plan this Saturday.” The plan was simple, they would separate the kids and have the “birds and the bees” conversations with them, except with a big twist. For the guys, Ken was going to allow his son to catch him masturbating, this would lead into a frank discussion about sex. Debra was going to take Lisa shopping for some new intimate apparel and use that as the lead into sex. In both situations they would end their conversations with the ultimate request. After years of discussion and planning, both had trouble falling asleep that night because of their excitement.

 

The Boys Talk

 

It was Saturday morning and Ken and Debra had already put the wheels in motion. The girls had left the house at 10:30 in the morning allowing Ken plenty of time to set up his scene. He had taken some very explicit videos of his wife over the last few years and these were going to be the bait for Mike. Ken had everything setup in the den and knew Mike would be home from ball practice just after 11:00. He put the video on, sat down on the couch, took out his cock and started to stroke it until it was hard. He had sat so that there was no way Mike would not see the movie or his dad masturbating when he came into the room. He knew that Mike would be looking for him because they had already made some plans for the afternoon. Ken had watched this video of his wife a million times and it still turned him on. She was sitting on the same leather couch he was now sitting on, naked, with a big plastic cock going in and out of her sopping pussy. Every once and awhile she would take out the dildo and lick her juices of it.

 

He heard Mike getting dropped off in the driveway, which is what he was hoping for. He flicked the television remote to check out the security camera, just to make sure no unscheduled guests were coming home with Mike. The coast was clear so he put the sex tape back on and continued stroking his cock. It seemed to take hours for the minutes to pass as Mike came through the house looking for someone. Ken heard him approaching down the hall and jumped when Mike opened the door and stood there gazing at the scene. There was a long pause, maybe thirty seconds, before Mike apologized and turned to leave. He had seen the movie, had time to recognize his mom, and had looked bewildered at his dad stroking his cock. Just as he was turning Ken stood up, not trying to hide his massive hard-on, and suggested to Mike that it was time they had a father to son talk. The moment of decision was there, would Mike continue to turn and leave the room or would he acknowledge his dad’s statement. Ken looked at him and knew he was hooked because his eyes had glanced back at the TV, where his mother had just shoved another smaller dildo up her ass, and Mike just could not look away.

 

Ken grabbed his hard cock and stood there watching his son watch the movie. He waited until he knew Mike would not be leaving as long as the movie was running. Finally, when he felt the timing was right, he broke the silence. “Kind of embarrassing isn’t it  son, for both of us. The one thing I do know though is that all men masturbate, and my guess is that you do too. Am I right?” Not waiting for an answer he continued, “I started jacking off when I was twelve or thirteen myself, been doing it ever since. Love it as much today as I did back then. The best part now though is I get to do the real thing too. The means I not only get to fantasize about fucking some nice looking piece of tail while I jack off, I get to fuck your mom anytime I want to.”

 

Mike turned his head towards his dad thinking how he could even respond. Sure he jacked off, although he had kept that a secret from everyone up to now. Sure he fantasized about fucking, even fucking his own mom who he thought was the hottest mom in the whole town. But how could he talk about that with his dad. What was he supposed to say anyway, something like ‘Yeah dad, is mom as hot a piece of ass as she looks in this video, by the way can I borrow it so I can go have a few strokes over it myself.’ It was then that he actually realized all the details around him. Fuck that was his mom on the screen, and his dad, although not jerking right now, still had his cock out. It was also then that Mike realized that his cock had started reacting to the images on the TV.

 

Ken’s cock had softened a bit so he put it back in his shorts so Mike would relax a bit, and because now was the time for talk. “Come on son, relax, why don’t you just sit down and we can discuss this whole thing.” Mike did feel a bit trapped, he still couldn’t take his eyes of the TV screen. He finally gave a slight shrug and turned completely towards his dad. Ken picked up the remote and paused the show, making sure the video was left leaving a nice shot of his wife’s cunt on the screen while he talked to his son. They both sat down on the couch and Ken started the talk. “Listen son, I know they’ve been teaching you all the basic, physical stuff about sex in school for awhile now. I am not going to bore you with that. What I want to discuss with you is all the other aspects. Like this situation here, and oral sex, and fucking, and all the other stuff they don’t teach at school. Your mom and I think it is very important for you to get the whole picture. Is that okay? I don’t want to lecture you either, so ask questions. To start, let me ask you this, have you ever had any type of sex with someone else, anything at all?”

 

Mike was starting feel relaxed a bit, although he was still a bit embarrassed. “No, not yet, but all the guys at school talk about it a lot. I’ve just never been that close to a girl.” Ken would have been surprised at any other response.

 

“That’s good son, although you could think of masturbation as sex, either on its own or with someone else. So what do you think about sex? How often do you jack off, and what do you use for stimulation?”

 

“Oh, I don’t know, a few times a week,” Mike lied. He actually jacked off a few times a day, most days. “Mostly I think about different girls from school, sometimes something on TV gets me going, geez dad do we have to talk about this?”

 

“It’s all part of sex son, and I want you to be open, not ashamed of anything. For instance, when I was your age I think I jacked off more than any other single activity. And I know you been checking out porn on the Internet, so don’t pretend you’re not. It’s not a bad thing son, it’s good. What about your mom and sister, they are both beautiful and sexy ladies, ever think about them when you’re jacking off?”

 

Mike couldn’t believe his dad knew he lusted after both the women in the house. “Well sometimes I see them in their underwear, that turns me on.” Mike looked at the paused image of his mother on the screen, he just couldn’t keep it in any longer. “What about this video dad, is mom some sort of porn actress? How could she do something like that anyway.” Ken expected this reaction sooner than later. Of course his son was going to wonder about his mother’s motives.

 

“That’s a private video Mike, who do you think is running the camera anyway. It was my idea and you mom went along with it after much persuasion on my part. She was really shy about it at first, but came to enjoy making them as much as I do. Besides, I think she is as hot as any of those porn actresses. What do you think?” Ken knew this was an important turning point. He also knew that Mike would have a tough time saying his own mom wasn’t hot. He picked up the remote and turned the video back to play.

 

“Well,” Mike said slowly while he watched the action on the screen, “who wouldn’t get turned on by that.” Exactly what Ken was hoping for, his son would be enjoying himself today.

 

“You’re right son, who wouldn’t be turned on.” Ken said. Just then the picture changed and Debra sat up straight on the couch and Ken walked up to her, his cock aiming directly for her face. Ken paused the movie again just as she grabbed his hard on and smiled at the camera. “Now, about oral sex son, it is important to note that it is a two way street. This next bit has your mom giving me one of her great blow jobs. Sometimes oral can be used as foreplay before you fuck, and sometimes it is what the sexual encounter is all about.” He restarted the video. They both sat there and watched for a few minutes, Mike was mesmerized, Ken was smiling to himself. Ken broke the silence, “So what do you think of that son, would you like to know what it would be like to have your mother suck you cock like that. I do, and let me tell you I have never been able to get enough of it. She gives great head and enjoys every second of it. Fuck, I get turned on just thinking about it, let alone watching it on video.” Ken paused the movie again. “I don’t know about you son, but this is why I was in here for in the first place. I’m going to turn the movie back on, you can stay and watch, or leave, it’s up to you. I’d prefer it if you stayed so we can keep talking though.”

 

Ken hit the play button, reached into his shorts and pulled out his hard cock. His cock was nine inches long when hard, and pretty thick. He started stroking it while watching the movie of his wife sucking his own cock. He could see the bulge in Mike’s track pants. “Come on son, go for it. I know you want to jack yourself. It’s just us boys here after all, and we all love doing it.”  Mike hesitantly pulled his own cock out thinking how weird it was jacking off with his father, let alone someone else. But he could not have stopped himself if he even tried. His cock was a bit longer than his dads, but not as thick. The scene on the TV was incredible, watching his mom suck his dad’s cock. “I bet you wish she was wrapping those juicy lips around your cock?” Ken asked. Mike was mesmerized, between seeing his mom naked, let alone giving head, and his preoccupation with getting laid, he was not sure how he should respond.

 

“Masturbation is one of the most self indulgent activities we participate in son. As much as I enjoy it when you mom jacks my cock, she just can’t seem to get it perfect. I am the expert on how my cock should be pulled, squeezed, rubbed or whatever.” Ken was just talking hoping to get his son to open up a bit. “I dream about girls jacking me off sometimes.” Mike responded, “but I can’t say whether it would be better or not. This is pretty good though.”

 

“It’s just like fucking,” Ken continued, “there’s nothing else like it. I remembered the first time I fucked, I thought my cock was going to melt it felt so hot. I will never forget it.”

 

“Was mom you first fuck dad?” Mike asked.

 

Ken had to chuckle, “Not really, although she is far and away the best fuck I’ve ever had. You will learn about how that all started in good time. The reality is that even though I had been laid before your mom came along, nothing compares to her. As memorable as the first time was, it’s just the physical memory that sticks with you. It’s definitely different when you love your partner.”

 

Mike heard his dad but he was definitely paying more attention to the show. He could feel the heat in his balls as he was close to coming. He cupped his hand over the end of his prick and stroked hard with the other. He couldn’t believe it when he glanced at his dad and found him looking right at his cock. Considering how reluctant he was at first he was surprised that he didn’t mind that his dad was watching, in fact he wanted to see his dad come to. “Go for it son, I’m just about ready too,” Ken said as they stared at each others cock. Mike came first but his dad followed in another couple of strokes. Mike thought it was probably the best blow he’d ever had, his left hand was overflowing with come.

 

Let’s go clean up this mess son, your mom and sister will be home and I need to talk to you first. They went into the shower room by the pool and washed. Ken then led his son back into the den and removed the movie and put it in one of his desk drawers. “Feel free to borrow these at any time son,” Ken said indicating a drawer full of tapes, “mostly home made but a few standard porn flicks too.

 

“Listen son, like I said earlier your mother and I understand that you and your sister know all of the mechanics of screwing and such. What we want to teach you about is the art of making love and sex. We have been planning this since you two were kids. The deal is that your mother is going to seduce you, and I am going to seduce your sister. We both feel that the best way for you to learn about sex is to practice it for real, and what better way then with someone you feel safe with and love. A lot of people would consider this abnormal behavior, and it is even against the law in most states, but we don’t care this is what we think is best for you and your sister.”

 

Mike couldn’t believe his ears. He thought jacking off with his old man was kind of weird, but his parents planning on seducing him and his sister,  that was unbelievable. He’d heard about incest before, and didn’t think too much about it. He thought it was normal for young guys to lust after their moms and sisters when they jacked off, but this was definitely a lot bigger deal. He just sat there with his mouth hanging open waiting for his dad to say something.

 

“Come on son, think about it. You saw the video,  you were certainly enjoying your mom sexually a few minutes ago. Nothing has really changed; you just get to taste the real thing instead of getting yourself off. And believe me, after fucking your mother for the last seventeen years I will guarantee you satisfaction. Just relax and think about.”

 

Mike had done nothing else since his dad had told him the plan. What the fuck did he think anyway, that I was contemplating last night’s baseball game? Having your fantasy turned into a reality doesn’t happen to guys his age. He knew everything his dad said was right. Who was he to complain anyway? He knew the idea turned him on because his cock was starting to react to all the thoughts of his naked mother laying on her back waiting for him to shove his cock into her that were running through his head.

 

“God dad, this is all happening so fast I feel like I am in a dream,” he said finally. “But you got to know that I’m already thinking about this as being real, I won’t know what to say or do, and I definitely don’t want to turn mom off. How am I going to be able to control myself until it happens? Do you guys have a plan? How was mom planning on seducing me?” Everything was just pouring out, Mike could hardly control himself.

 

“Slow down son, everything is going to work out great. I told you about this because I want you to prepare yourself, you and I are going to go over all the details, and you are going to have the best first fuck ever. So here’s the plan as far as I know it.”

 

Mike’s dad proceeded to go the details. Making sure that Mike understood all the things he was supposed to do. School wasn’t back in until Tuesday so they had lots of time to get very, very friendly with the whole family.

 

This concludes Part One. Part Two will have us joining the two girls on their shopping trio to see what they are up to. Feedback is always welcome. rabbits@ehmail.com .

A Sudden Occurrence

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Part 1 There I was one day, sixteen and a loner. I was sitting in my living room playing video games on Saturday when I got really bored. My mom was out so I thought I could get a good jerk out before she got home. I ran throughout the whole apartment to see if Jenny, my sister, was anywhere in sight. I quickly glanced in her room and saw nothing to prove she was home so I went back to my room and hopped into bed. I reached under my bed to find my magazines. I picked one up and flipped through the pages but couldn’t get any response from down under. It was pointless. What I really needed was something real, not some image of perfection playing out some crazy fantasy. I was craving a girl that I could make love to. I lay back, took off my shirt, hitched my pants down, and started to
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stroke it, hopefully getting something off. I vigorously worked at it, getting slightly aroused. It was nothing incredible. It seemed very boring and I thought about just giving up. But that’s when it happened. My door flew open and Jenny came in hollering, “Hey, do you know where Mom went?” I hadn’t even noticed Jenny was home and was looking for my mom. She must have been sleeping in her room under the covers and with the quick glance I took at her room, I probably didn’t notice her there. This was the worst embarrassment in my life. It took Jenny a second to realize it but my erection was poking a tent in my sheets. She then just stared gawk-eyed and yelled, “Oh my God, what the fuck?” I was frozen from the emotions running through me. A while passed and Jenny finally said, “Well, I guess it’s just nature. You should definitely be more secretive about…that…stuff your doing.” I responded in a daze with a sigh that almost sounded like “yeah.” Jenny slowly walked out of my room and closed the door behind her. Upon her leaving, I thought about how sexy she looked. I never looked at Jenny like that until now. But her curves were shown clearly through her free flowing sleepwear bottoms. There were perfectly cut edges on her behind. Her tight shirt revealed her beautiful bosom that I never took notice of. And her blonde hair was flowing in a graceful manner that looked gorgeous. I don’t know what came over me but I was getting hot for Jenny. I knew it was wrong, not only was she a year and a half younger than me, but she was my sister! How could I have thoughts like these? I never thought myself to be perverted or anything. I couldn’t help it though, my hand just reached for my member. I should have noticed this, but the shadow of Jenny was still seeping through the crack under the door. In a rush she burst right back into my room. I put my hands up to my face, thinking she was going to slap me for continuing in masturbation. For some odd reason, I thought she was reprimanding me for thinking sexually about her but how could she have known I was thinking about? I had left my whole lower body unprotected, believing she wouldn’t be as so cruel to knock me with a blow there. Then the weirdest thing in my existence happened, instead of punishing me, she wrapped her hand around my hard penis and started to stroke it. “Hey stupid, you need something more than just those pics.” I couldn’t believe it, she was jacking me off. Before I could react, she wrapped her mouth around my dick. It was so bitter sweet; this was so wrong yet it felt so divine. I knew what the right thing to do was. I started trying to shake her off by thrusting my pelvis into her face to shake her off. I didn’t want to hurt her by tearing her off by the hair or slapping her around. Every time I pushed against Jenny’s face, the better the blowjob felt. Each time, my cock would go further and further into her oral cavity, giving me such sensations. My sexual intentions were winning the best of me, I needed her now. I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed her against me. Jenny mumbled that sounded similar to, “Aren’t you having a great time?” “Yes…ugh.” I couldn’t control myself. I violently pushed upward but she would just swallow me whole. Her tongue flicked at my cock that was buried in her mouth. She swirled her quick action tongue in circles around me, sending shivers through my body. I needed more, it just wasn’t enough. I needed Jenny, I needed her whole body. I could hear muffled noises coming from her throat. It must have been hard to take me all in. I grabbed her head and yanked her forcefully up. “What are you doing? Let me get back to ‘work’!” I held her head stiff so she couldn’t dive back down. “No.” “What, you don’t like it?” “It’s not that, I just have better ideas.” My lust was all that was controlling me. I grabbed Jenny’s shoulders and pulled her on top of me. “I want you to feel this too, this great sensation I’m feeling. I want to share it with you, so we are eternally bound.” Jenny just grinned, dropped her pants, and saddled me. She grabbed my huge throbbing cock and lowered herself onto it. I grabbed her ass and started bouncing her up and down on me while I pushed upward with my hips, getting myself deep inside of her. “Yes…yes…yes!” Her screams could be heard throughout the whole apartment. I lifted my upper body up so that I was face to face with her. I whispered in her ear, “I’m loving it.” This empowered here to thrust her wet pussy against my long cock with amazing force. While I was doing this, my hands crept up Jenny’s back to unclasp her bra. After it was undone, my prodding hands lifted up her shirt and bra simultaneously revealing a gorgeous chest. In an instant my mouth was attached to a nipple and I was sucking on that tit so hard that it made Jenny yelp with excitement. She grabbed me around my neck and forced my cock even deeper into her. “Fuck me…fuck me…yes…Oh my God, yes!” Jenny was having and orgasm that wrecked her body and forced her to shake all over. However, she kept focus on pounding my penis with precision making me approach climax. Before I would cum though, I would have my own fantasies with Jenny. I pushed her off me to make sure she would get off. She looked quizzically at me, wondering why I would do such a thing. “I need something out of you.” That quizzical look turned to a grin of anticipation. I forced her onto her hands and knees. There she was, awaiting my prick inside of her dripping pussy. No second thoughts came over my mind, I desired this with all my body. I got on my knees and plunged into the abyss. My hands gripped her ass for balance and I forced my penis deep into her. She screamed in jubilee orgasmic sounds as I pressed into her. I loved her ass, it was such a perfect piece of art. I softly ran my hands down the facets of that godly rear. She quivered in response to my gentle hands. Jenny seemed to be in complete ecstasy, with the rough hammering of her pussy and the soft caresses of my hands. She was in perfect unison with her sexual side. She began to orgasm again, letting the juices flow. Her screams grew louder, a torrent of sound, “Oh dear god, fuck me, yes, I love it! AAAHHH!” I couldn’t take anymore. “I’m going to cum babe.” “Please, don’t do it in me. We can’t have evidence.” She said this while gasping for air. With that she got off and fingered herself while she spun around. Jenny dipped her head down and took my gigantic penis in her mouth. “Yes…Yes…I’m…I’m cumming!” I had an amazing climax. I pushed my penis all the way past my sister’s uvula and let out stream after stream of semen. It dribbled down the back of her throat. She kept sucking to make me cum nonstop. It felt so good to me I just collapsed backward onto the soft bed. Jenny went to work on the cleanup, sucking all the semen off while making sure to get every last drop. She licked here and there, making sure she did a good job on the cleanup. My sister climbed slowly up my body and gently lay atop me. All I could muster was, “I love you.” “You too…” “Are we ever going to do this again?” But by that time my dear sister was asleep, leaving me to look off into the blue, thinking about what I had just done. It was so great but so wrong. What would the repercussions be? My train of thought left off at that I fell asleep, holding onto my naked sister. An hour later, both Jenny and I were awoken by the door opening and slamming shut. We both hurried our clothes on and ran to the front door. It was our mother, staring at us, wondering why we would run to the door in such an unorganized matter. She slowly said, “Hey kids, what’s … up?” There was a slight pause. “And what’s that stuff on your lower lip Jenny?” Jenny and I just glanced each other and giggled. However, our mother was serious and had no idea what just happened. Or did she? And did she want to get into the action to? Because otherwise why wouldn’t she just kill them both. A little smirk came across my face realizing the situation I was about to enter. I think you can figure out what Part 2 will be about. Please mention if I should or shouldn't make Part 2!

ENSLAVING ABBEY - PART SEVEN

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ENSLAVING ABBEY - PART SEVEN

As Abbey was nearing the end of her stay at Krueger’s, she was introduced to more things that a sex slave is expected to do. On this particular morning, as usual, Girard came to retrieve her from her cell. He locked her wrists behind her back, and attached the leash to her collar. As was expected, she dropped to her knees and filled her obligations by sucking Girard’s cock to a fine climax. Even though she had no choice but to suck his cock, in many ways she enjoyed having a rigid, throbbing cock in her mouth.

Girard took her into a small private reading room, just off Kruegerââ‚

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¬â„¢s bedroom. The heels of her red high heel pumps clicked as she walked across the parquet wood floor. In the reading room, she found Krueger and his son Hans. Both men were seated in comfortable overstuffed chairs. A small velvet pillow was placed on the floor in front of the chair where Hans was seated. Hans’ robe was open and his semi-erect cock was visible. Krueger was the first to speak.

“Good Morning Abbey. How were you this morning?”

Abbey bowed her head, and replied, “I’m fine sir.”

“Very good”, answered Krueger. “This morning is going to be a little different. I intend to take your slavery to a little higher level. I want you to kneel between Han’s legs”

Abbey did so. She knelt there, her knees on the soft velvet pillow, with her hands locked behind her back. Han’s now rigid cock was directly in front of her face. The young man had a magnificent cock. She was sure he could feel her warm breath on his manhood. His cock throbbed as she looked at it.

“Abbey, here is your assignment”, Krueger said as Girard unlocked her wrists, freeing her arms and hands.

“You are going to learn to arouse a master, and keep him aroused, with a hard cock, for a seemingly endless time, until he is ready to cum. You will use both your hands and mouth for this exercise. You are to arouse him, keep him aroused on the edge of a cum, yet to not make him cum until he is ready. He may require you to do this for only a few minutes, or maybe for a hour or so, especially if he is watching a porn movie while you are working on his cock.”

“This will require to you closely watch his face, and feel the movements of his cock. If you make him cum too soon, you will be punished, severely. If you don’t keep his arousal level high, then he might want to punish you, also. When he decides to cum, assuming he does not want to fuck you, then you will always suck his cock, making him cum in your mouth. Do you understand what is expected of you?”

Abbey replied, “Yessir, I’ll do my best.”

Krueger continued, “Very good. Now take Hans’ cock into your right hand, cradling her balls in your left hand. You are to stroke him, massage his balls, kiss and lick his cock, suck his cock, and any other form of sexual pleasure for him, to keep him hard, aroused, close to a cum, yet to not make him cum until he is ready”

Krueger smiled as Hans sat there with a look of anticipation on his face. “Now, Abbey, here is the caveat. If you do make him cum, before he is ready, you will be punished. If he is watching a porn movie, for example, he is engrossed in what he is seeing, and could easily lose control and cum because of what you are doing. This must not happen. He will not warn you that he is about to cum. That is for you to do. You will monitor him, and make sure he stays aroused, and yet he will not cum unless he is ready.”

“Now, I warn you, Hans has not had a climax for a couple of days. His cock is aching to cum. If you fail, and make him cum prematurely, that little sweet cunt of yours will be punished.”

Abbey nodded her head. She turned to face Hans and his now erect cock. He had a rather sardonic smile on his face, which betrayed a high degree of lust, and significant cruelty.

“Now, take his cock and balls in your hands, and lets see how you do. Let’s see if you can avoid being punished.”

Abbey reached forward and grasped Hans’ cock. Her delicate left hand softly cradled his balls. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock as she started to gently stroke his throbbing member.

Abbey then heard someone else entering the room. Krueger had sat down on the easy chair next to Hans, and had opened his robe. His cock was erect. Abbey looked back toward the door, and saw Girard leading Caron into the room. In few moments, Caron was kneeling between Krueger’s legs, tending to him in much the same was she was ministering to Hans.

Krueger picked up a television remote control unit and turn on a rather large digital television screen, located on the wall behind Abbey and Caron. From the sounds of the movie being shown, she could tell it was a porn movie. In particular, it was a porn movie involved sexual slavery, bondage and discipline. Abbey knew her task would be difficult.

As the movie played, Hans and his father made comments about the action, and how Abbey and Caron were doing with their respective cocks. Both men were excited. Hans seemed to be having the most difficulty controlling himself. His voice would quicken and his cock would throb. Abbey was constantly monitoring him to make sure he did not cum before he wanted. His cock was hard, hot and heavy. She enjoyed playing with his cock and balls, but was afraid to enjoy it too much, as he might cum and she would be punished.

Abbey continued to stroke, kiss and lick Hans’ cock. She would take it into her mouth, delicately, so as not to over stimulate Hans. She let her sweet tongue tease the tip of his cock as she gently squeezed his cum heavy balls. As she did so, she could look over and see Carol working on Krueger’s cock. It was obvious she was learning her lessons well. Her soon to be husband to be should be very happy with her progress.

The S & M porn movie had been playing for about forty five minutes. There were times when Hans was nearly beside himself. His aching cock wanted to cum, but Abbey was watching carefully, doing her job. She had Hans’ cock in her mouth as she was gently stroking him she heard Krueger speak to Caron.

“Caron, my sweet slave, I have had enough, suck me to a cum, and make sure you catch every drop, and swallow it all”

Caron smiled and replied, “Yessir, thank you sir.”

Caron quickened her pace with her stroking hand as she started to work her pretty mouth up and down on Krueger’s cock. In just a matter of about 30 seconds he was cumming. His body was bucking as his cock blasted steaming hot cum into her mouth. Caron kept her mouth glued to Krueger’s cock, taking all of his issue. Abbey was fascinated by what was happening between Caron and Alex Krueger.

As Abbey was watching Caron make a very aroused Alex Krueger cum, she suddenly heard Hans groan, “OH GOD! I CUMMING!” Startled, Abbey quickly turned her head to Hans’s cock, just in time to see a massive jet of cum rocket from his rigid phallus. As quickly as she could, she put her mouth over the erupting cock tip, in an attempt to catch the escaping jism. Just as she did, she felt herself being grabbed from behind. She was jerked away from Hans and his boiling cock. She heard Girard’s angry voice.

“CUNT! Now you done it! You disobeyed, and look at the mess you have made! Hans was not ready to cum, yet you allowed it. You are in trouble!”

As Girard was scolding her, he was locking her wrists behind her back. Quickly he produced long piece of rope which he wrapped tightly around her elbows. Girard was savage and cruel. He pulled the rope tight, forcing her elbows tightly together in the small of her back. She had never had her elbows tied that tight. Girard wrapped the rope tightly around her elbows several times, and tied it off. The stress on her shoulders and arms was tremendous.

“Now, Cunt”, Girard ordered, “Clean up the mess you made. Lick up all the cum you spilled on Hans. Get to it now!” He shoved her to her knees.

As quickly a she could, she did as ordered. Where ever she saw a drop or streak of cum, she quickly licked it up. She then took Hans’ cock in her mouth , and sucked it until it was dry. Once this was accomplished, Girard jerked her to her feet.

Scared, Abbey stood there, trying to apologized for her mistake. Girard would hear none of it. He produce a rather large penis gag, and stuffed it into her mouth, locking it’s holding strap tightly behind her head. This locked the gag deeply in her mouth, nearly causing her to choke on it.

Girard jerked on her collar, pulling her from the reading room, and down to the basement dungeon area. In the corner of the dungeon/orgy room was a piece of equipment that had never been used on her. She had no understanding of it use, until now.

This piece of equipment looked much like a dog house, with a pitched roof. In fact, it was a tool for the punishment of a cunt, a pussy if you will. It is commonly called a “horse”. The victim is made to sit astride this device, like you would sit on a horse. The top of the “roof” fits neatly into the pussy crevice. When the penitent’s legs are tied, pulled down to rings in the floor, her total weight in on her pussy, being “cut” by the top of the “horse”. Her legs are not available to take the pressure off the punished cunt.

Girard quickly walked Abbey over to the “horse”, where he picked her up, and mounted her on the sharp top of the “roof’ or ridge of the “horse“. Abbey immediately felt the sharp ridge digging into her tender pussy. Her feet could not touch the floor. In fact, her feet were about twelve inches above the floor. There was no way to ease the pressure on her pussy. Before she knew it, Girard had tied ropes to her ankle cuffs, and pulled her legs toward rings mounted in the floor. The pulling on her legs made the pressure on her soft cunt even more pronounced. Her pussy was beginning to ache. There was no way she could ease the pain in her cunt.

Now, Girard added a complication to Abbey’s situation. He connected a rope to her wrist cuffs, and running the rope through a pulley in the ceiling, he pulled her bound wrists and arms up behind her back. As he pulled her arms and wrists up, she realized that this new strained bent over position was now putting pressure on her clit. Her weight was now on her pussy, and her clit. Girard tied the rope off, leaving her in the strained bound position. Abbey could not move, or escape her torment.

Bent over as she was, her magnificent breasts were hanging slightly, and delightfully. Girard had plans for them. He retrieved a medium weighted flogger from the wall rack, and approached Abbey, while flourishing the whip in the air.

“Slave”, Girard spoke sharply. “You have disobeyed. You are to be punished. Next time, you had better watch what you are doing, and treat a master’s cock accordingly.”

All Abbey could do was quietly whimper behind her gag. Girard reached out and grasped her breasts. He stroked them, and teased her nipples. He gently slapped them, making them quiver. The whip came next.

Girard brought the whip up, and swung down in an arc, striking her left breast. It jerked and bounced with the blow from the whip, and jiggled back into its original hanging position. Before she could grasp what was happening, Girard struck her right breast. Now he was whipping her breasts in earnest. In a matter of seconds, Abbey was sobbing into her gag. She tried to beg for mercy, but her gag prevented that. Her breasts were on fire, and her aching cunt was almost more than she could stand. The whipping continued.

In a few minutes the whipping stopped. She could see her breasts. They were bright pink from the torture she had just endured. Her cunt was beginning to scream in pain. Tear ran down her pretty cheeks as she sobbed from the whipping and pussy torment

Girard hung the whip back on it’s hook, and looked back at the suffering Abbey.

“Slave Cunt, I am going to leave you for a while, to think about what you have done. I’ll be back. Don’t go away, OK?”

The cruel joke was on Abbey. She was sobbing, and her pussy was killing her. She held as still as she could, but the pain was still very significant. Her tears fell on the ”horse”, and trickled down her bound legs.

It seemed to be hours before Girard returned. With him was Krueger, Hans and Klaus. Hans had Caron with him. She was still wearing her high heel shoes, with her wrists locked behind her back. On his instructions, she knelt beside him. Each of the men took their own time to examine her, to see how she was being punished, and to see her suffering. She was magnificent in her pain. She could tell that each man had a massive erection as they examined her.

Alex Krueger spoke first. “Girard, I complement you on your punishment techniques. It seems that you have placed Abbey in a proper position to consider the error of her ways, and gave her time to reflect on how she will perform next time.”

“Thank you”, Girard replied. “Abbey has all the elements to make a good slave. Its just that she has to concentrate on what she must do. I think she is easily distracted. We are here to help her.”

Girard walked over to where Abbey was being tortured. He grasped her delightfully hanging breasts, and fondled them. Abbey just remained as still as she could. Her pussy was screaming at her.

“Well, Abby. Here you are. You have had time to consider your short comings. Do you think you can do a better job of “cock massaging” next time?”

Abbey, painfully, looked up at Girard and Krueger, with tears in her eyes, nodded her head in the affirmative.

Krueger spoke to Girard. “Well, I am willing to take her word for it. Let her down, and lets see how well she does.”

Girard lowered her arms, easing the strain on her shoulders. Next he released the ropes on her ankles, which were pulling her down on to the sharp ridge of the “horse”. Krueger and Girard both lifted her from the “horse”, and stood her up on her feet. It seemed the pain in her pussy was greater when being lifted off the “horse”, than when she was mounted on it. She was moaning loudly into her gag.

Abbey was still wearing her red high heel pumps. She was weakened by her torment, and was a little shaky on her feet. Girard helped her stand and get her strength back. The whole time he was bracing her, he was fondling her breasts. Krueger released her elbows and wrists.

“Abbey”, Krueger addressed her, “Your hands are free, but you are not to touch your cunt. The pain will go away, but you are not to touch or rub your pussy. Do you understand?”

Abbey, still gagged, nodded her head. She was just glad to be off the “horse”. She had never experienced so much concentrated pain. She had learned her lesson. She would concentrate to be the best sex slave that ever was.

Krueger spoke again. “Abbey, if you will notice, Klaus sitting in the chair in front of you. His cock is ready for you. Go to him, and lets see if you can learn from your mistake.”

A little unsteady on her feet, Abbey walked to where Klaus was seated. Carefully, she knelt between he legs, facing his erect cock. Her pussy was coming back alive after it painful tenure on the “horse”. As unbelievable is it seemed, as the pain faded from her cunt, she was becoming aroused. The pain was replaced by a sexual heat. Abbey was amazed at how her body responded to mistreatment. ‘God‘, she thought. ‘I’m hopeless. I am a slave. I cannot deny it. I am a sex slave!’

Klaus reached forward and removed the penis gag from her mouth. It took a few seconds for Abbey to exercise her jaws, which had been distended by the large penis gag. As she was moving her mouth and jaw, her delicate hands were already working on Klaus’ cock. With a smile on his face, Klaus settled back in his comfortable chair to enjoy Abbey’s attention to his throbbing cock.

In the meantime, Hans had taken Caron to one of the beds in the orgy room. He had her lie down on the bed, and was fucking her. Her head was at the edge of the mattress. Girard was standing next to the bed, with his cock working in and out of Caron’s mouth. Abbey deliberately ignored what was happening on the other side of the room, and concentrated fully on Klaus’ cock, and her efforts to keep him aroused and erect for as long as he wished. After turning on a television set so Klaus could watch a S & M porn movie, he left the room to attend to other duties.

The movie lasted for about an hour. The whole time Abbey kept Klaus on the verge of a climax, but never allowed him to cum until the movie was over. As the film was ending, Klaus, with his face congested with lust, told her to stop working on his cock. He next ordered her to get up on the chair with him, facing him, with her legs spread on either side of his thighs. On his instructions, she lowered herself onto his cock. Abbey was aroused, and her cunt was soaking in her heated pussy juices. Quickly his cock became lubricated by her juices. His cock felt good to her.

After a minute or two, he ordered her to raise herself off his cock, and to turn around on him, placing her sweet little asshole over his cock. Once she was in position, he required her to lower herself, impaling her ass on his cock. This she did with a little difficulty. Finally, his cock was buried in her ass.

On Klaus’ orders, she started to move up and down on his cock. He was so overheated by the hour’s worth of manipulation of his member, in just a minute or two his cock exploded in a massive climax. He filled her ass with steaming hot cum. It seemed that his climax would last forever. When he finally finished, he collapsed back into the easy chair, with his cock still buried in Abbey’s ass. She could feel it receding. In a few minutes, she eased herself off Klaus. Retrieving wet towels, she cleaned his spent cock. After doing so she was allowed go to the bathroom in her cell to clean herself.

As Abbey was taking care of herself, she realized that she was still very aroused. Her pussy was steaming hot, and had not been fucked. Again, she was being denied a climax. She wanted desperately to use her hand to satisfy herself, but dared not.

A frustrated Abbey left her room and returned to the orgy room. Hans and Girard were just finishing with Caron. Klaus was still recovering in his chair. Alex Krueger approached her. He made her turn around so he could lock her wrists behind her back. Next, he turned her around to face him as he spoke to her.

“Abbey, I am proud of you. You have come along was since you entered my home. You are an excellent slave. Your husband will be very proud of you. Tonight, you will sleep in my bed, and pleasure me. This is you last night in Haus Krueger. Tomorrow is your graduation day, but tonight, I am going to enjoy you.”

Abbey was dumbfounded. She was so used to her life at Krueger’s, she had forgot that she had been there for nearly three weeks. She gathered her wits and dropped to her knees and started excitedly kissing and sucking Alex’ cock. She wanted to show him how excited that he was pleased with her, and would allow her to go home. This was the only way she knew that she could please him. She was truly a sex slave. Krueger bent down and lifted her back to her feet. He kissed her and said.

“Enough of that now. I have things to do. You are to go back to your cell, and you will have tonight to show me how much you appreciate your time here.”

Continued………….

My New Sister Part 2

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My New Sister
Part 2
By Billy Jack


 I was in shock, here I was getting my first piece of pussy, and my dad and stepmother, catch me getting it from my underage stepsister.  I don't think Sarah even realized that we had been caught, because she kept on bucking her hips until my dick fell out of her pussy.  I jumped up off the bed dragging the blanket that I kept at the foot of the bed with me to try to cover my naked body, leaving Sarah's naked body exposed on the bed.
 What the hell are you supposed to do or say when you are caught in this position?  All I know is that Sarah suddenly screamed, jumped out of bed and covering herself as best as she could with her arms she ran from the room, leaving me to do all the explaining.  In a way it was

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fair, since I was the oldest and I guess the one responsible.  So there I stood staring at my parents and they in turn were standing there staring at me, I guess they were waiting for my explanation.
 I could tell from the look on dad's face that I was in big trouble.  I really tried to explain, but nothing that made any sense came out of my mouth.  My dad just stood there red faced and trembling with rage.  That is when my salvation came, my stepmother took control of the situation.  She announced that she would talk to me and that she thought it best if dad would go for a long walk and cool off.
 Much to my surprise my dad walked out of my bedroom and I heard the front door slam.  Mom told me to get dressed and to come to Sarah's room when I was through.  She left and I got dressed as quickly as I could.  After all she had just saved me from certain death at the hands of my father.
 I knocked softly on Sarah's door and heard mom tell me to come in.  When I entered I saw her hugging a weeping daughter and patting her on the back telling her everything would be all right.  Up to that minute I had not thought about, what if Sarah said I raped her, or it was entirely my fault.  Seeing them there like that brought out my worst fears.
 After I entered the room mom told me to sit by her on the bed.  As I sat down she let go of Sarah and hugged me.  She started telling me how sorry she was that this had happened, like it was her fault.  I muttered that I didn't understand how it could be her fault.  If it was anybody's fault it was mine, I was old enough to know better.  Mom then told me that Sarah had told her that she had seduced me.  I was shocked, but it was true.  I just couldn't let Sarah take all the blame and punishment so I tried gallantly to take some of the blame.  Mom thanked me for trying but told me there were some things that I didn't know.  Mom said she should have told dad and I before she married my dad.  I still didn't understand and mom was reluctant to tell me what she was talking about.
 There was a short silence between us before she began explaining.  As she spoke I could see the pain in her eyes.  She said she should have told us about Sarah's father.  He had raped Sarah when she was nine years old and had sex with her for a couple of years before she had found out and had him arrested.  Of course I hadn't even questioned how Sarah had known what to do, or how she had known how to give a blow job.  I didn't think about her not being a virgin when I had entered her.  I guess I was just too damn excited.
 Mom told me that Sarah had been in therapy for a few years and that she equated sex with being wanted and needed.  That she had thought Sarah had gotten over this problem, but should have paid more attention to me when I complained about Sarah always hanging around.  Mom said she was sorry and would try to square thing between dad and I.  She knew dad was not going to be happy about her not telling him this before they were married, but that would be between her and dad.
 I went back to my room and thought about what mom had told me.  I didn't know how I felt about it and was trying to get my thoughts together when I heard dad come in the front door.  I had left my bedroom door open and went over to the doorway to hear what was going on.  I guess dad was still boiling mad, because when mom stopped him halfway between the front door and my room and told him this was all her fault, all hell broke loose.
 Dad started screaming for her to stop taking up for me, that it was my fault and she damn well knew it.  Mom shouted back that if he would shut the hell up for a minute and sit down she would explain how it was her fault and not mine.  Dad was not used to being talked back to, I could see him straining to hold back his rage.  Dad must love her I thought, or he would have beaten the shit out of her instead of throwing himself in the chair.
 Dad sat there as mom told him about Sarah's problem and how Sarah had told her that she had seduced me.  Dad asked her why she had never told him this before, and she said that she didn't know if dad would still want them if he knew about Sarah's problem.  She said that she loved him very much and was afraid of losing him, and that she had thought Sarah had overcome her problem.
 I saw the rage drain from my father's face, as he stood and took my stepmother in his arms and kissed her tear-stained face.  I started to relax, it felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders.  I heard dad say that it really wasn't as bad because Sarah was not my blood sister.  He said that he guessed my hormones had over-ridden my judgement, and he would just have a word with me to make sure it didn't happen again.
 I ran back to my bed, before dad got there.  He came in and said he would like to have a word with me.  I sat up in my bed as he sat on the edge.  He looked me in the eye and said he was sorry for getting so mad at me that he knew that I was a good young man and should have listened to the explanation before going off half cocked.  He said it was partly his fault, because he should have listened to me when I complained about Sarah always hanging around.  He said he was sure that I would never let this happen again, that it just wasn't proper for stepchildren to have sex.  What could I say, this was the first time my dad had ever said he was sorry, so I told him I would make sure it never happened again.
 That night I laid awake for hours tossing and turning before I finally drifted of to sleep.  Then when I finally slept I had dreams.  I was dreaming of how good it felt when Sarah had sucked my cock, and when I entered her hot wet pussy.  I woke up at 1:30 am I had only been asleep for an hour or so.  I had a raging hard on and a empty feeling in my heart.  That's when it happened, I started thinking with the wrong head again.
 I got up and quietly crept down the hall to Sarah's room.  Her bedroom door was ajar.  I eased it open and moved toward her bed, and looked down at Sarah's face.  She appeared to be asleep her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply.  I knelt beside her bed and called her name softly and she opened her eyes.  I told her that we needed to talk and she said she had been afraid that I would never want to talk to her again after I had found out about her.  As we whispered I realized that we were making too much noise and would soon wake our parents.  I suggested we move to my room which was farther down the hall from our parent's room.  She got up and I took her hand as we left her room for mine.
 When we got into my bedroom I sat Sarah on the bed and sat down next to her.  I took her hand in mine and looked into her eyes and realized that she had started to cry.  I asked her what was wrong and she told me that she though I would hate her now that I knew about her and her father.  I told her that I thought that what had happened then was not her fault.  She squeezed my hand and smiled at me.  I reached up and brushed the tears from her eyes and told her that I could never hate her, because I loved her very much and I liked what had happened between us. 
 I put my arm around her and softly kissed her lips.  She melted into my arms and I was burning with desire again.  I stopped and pulled away so I could tell her that she didn't have to do this for me to love her, that I would love her weather she made love to me or not.  She smiled at me and told me that she knew it and that is what had made our first time special.  She had done it because she wanted to not because she had to.
 With that out of the way we quickly removed our clothes and got on the bed.  This time I took the lead and slowly kissed my way down her body until I had kissed and licked every inch of her young body.  I ate her hot pussy until she begged me to stop because she didn't think she could cum again.  After a few minutes she got astride me and took my cock in her hand and rubbed her wet slit with the head of my dick.  Then she rose and lowered herself on my hard dick.  God she was so tight that I didn't think it was going to go into her.
 Sarah started riding my cock like a bronco buster.  I just held on for the ride of my life.  It didn't take long before I filled her pussy with my hot cum.  She collapsed on top of me and we kissed for what seemed like hours.  She then slipped down my body and cleaned my dick off with her tongue.  How I wanted to stay like this forever but I knew I had to get Sarah back to her room before our parents got up.  As I got up I told Sarah that I thought it best if we kept our relationship a secret from our parents and she agreed.  I took her in my arms and told her I loved her and she said she loved me too.  She told me someday she wanted to tell me about her and her dad. 
 As I walked her back to her room I knew I would be back every chance I got.

The end of chapter 2
But just the beginning of the story

My New Sister

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My New Sister
By Billy Jack


Sarah was a pesky 15-year-old girl that moved in when my dad remarried last month. She seemed to be everywhere, I couldn't get away from her. I am used to having the house to myself, and I damn sure didn't want someone following me around like a puppy.
I complained to dad about this but he said it was because Sarah was from another town and had no friends here. Dad said it would change when school started this fall. I didn't think I could stand this for two and a half more months but what choice did I have?
One morning after my dad and stepmother went to work, my friend Jake came by the house. I took him to the den so we could get on the computer and get on the adult sites. Well we hadn't been in the den more than
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a few minutes when Sarah came strolling in. I told her to leave but she wouldn't, so Jake and I shut down the computer and went out to the back yard. You guessed it, Sarah came out a couple of minutes later. No mater where we walked Sarah just kept following.
Jake said he didn't mind Sarah following us, he said he though she was kind of cute. I had not really looked at Sarah close before, she had breast just starting to bud and a pretty face. Jake asked me if I had tried anything with her yet. That seemed to make me mad and I told Jake to get the hell out of my house.
After Jake left I went in the house and to my bedroom. Sarah was there about two minutes later. She came over to me and asked me why I got mad at Jake and why he left the house. I didn't know what to tell her, so I told her it was none of her concern. I guess I hurt her feelings because she started crying. For some reason this made me feel like a real heel.
I stood up and put my arm around her and told her that I was sorry that I had hurt her feelings. She asked me why I didn't like her or want her around. I told her that I did like her and did want her around. It was I was used to being an only child and had never had to share things before.
She asked me why I wouldn't tell her why I got mad at Jake. I told her that Jake had said something he shouldn't have. Sarah wasn't going to let me get off that easy, so she asked me what he had said. After being backed up in a corner I told her what Jake had said.
Sarah just looked at me and asked why that had made me mad and for the life of me I couldn't come up with a reason. All I could do was stand there with a dumb look on my face. She then asked me if I had thought about it. I told her no that I hadn't. When I told her that she got a real sad look on her face and asked me if she was ugly or something.
I told her I didn't think she was ugly, but I didn't think she would like it if I had tried anything with her. She smiled at me then and told me she wouldn't mind. I just stuttered and told her we couldn't because she was my sister. She said no she wasn't, her mom had just married my dad. I told her that she was right but mom and dad still wouldn't like it. She said they didn't need to find out about it.
Then she walked up to me and kissed me on the lips like no sister should kiss her brother. Well I am a normal 16-year-old male, my dick stood at attention as she rubbed her young body against mine. I just hung on and kissed her back, it wasn't that I didn't know what to do, I had seen pictures on the net and talked with other boys, it was just I had never had the opportunity to try anything.
Sarah must have sensed my hesitation because she took my hand and placed it on one of her newly forming tits. God it felt good, I had only dreamed of putting my hands on a girl's tits before, during my jack off sessions. Sarah's tongue was pushing its way into my mouth and her hand had found my hard dick and she was stroking it through my shorts. I couldn't take much of that before I shot a load of cum in my pants.
Somehow we must have walked toward my bed because I felt the mattress hit the back of my legs and I sort of sat down bringing Sarah down on top of me. By now I was becoming bolder and I started pulling Sarah's tee shirt over her head. Damn she had a training bra on. I fumbled with the clasp for several seconds before Sarah stopped and unfastened the bra for me. I was now laying on my back and Sarah was astride me. She whipped off her bra and her young budding tits where starring me right in the face. These where the first real live tits I had ever seen and they weren't like those I had seen in books or on the net.
The pictures of tits I had seen before where always women with large tits that sagged slightly. Sarah's were small semi cone shaped that stuck straight out and the nipple covered the whole end. When I put my hands on them they were firm but soft and the pink nipples where hard. She must have liked the way I was handling her tits because she just moaned and dry humped me through our shorts.
I reached up and pulled Sarah down to me so I could kiss her tits like I had seen in the books I had read. I kissed and sucked each nipple until she pushed my head away. Sarah then rolled off of me until she was flat on her back on the bed next to me. She reached down and pulled off her shorts and panties and dropped them on the floor.
There I was staring down at my first naked girl and she was my stepsister. Sarah asked me if I was going to take my clothes off or what. I removed my clothes slowly, and turned my back to her shyly as I removed my shorts and underwear. I had never been naked in front of a girl before. I don't think I had anything to be ashamed of, I have a ten and half inch cock. Maybe I was afraid it would scare Sarah.
If it did Sarah didn't let on that it did. When I slowly turned around she just sat up and took my pre cum dripping cock in her hand and ran her tongue across the head, licking all the pre cum off before she took the head of my cock in her mouth. God this was a day of firsts, now I was getting my first blow job and it felt great. It wasn't long before I was trying to pull my cock out of her mouth, but the more I pulled the harder she held on to me. I yelled to warn her that I was about to cum but that seemed to make her suck harder. I blew my load in her mouth and she swallowed every drop. She kept sucking and licking my dick until I pried her mouth off my dick.
Damn I didn't know what hit me, my knees were weak, I was swimmy headed, and my vision was blurred. I had never cum so hard or so much in my life. I had never felt anything so good in my life. When I sort of regained my senses I looked down and Sarah was looking up at me smiling. She had layed back on the bed and was rubbing her pussy for all she was worth.
I pulled her hand from her wet cunt and layed on top of her. I kissed every inch of her face and when I reached her mouth I lingered tenderly biting her lips. Then I slowly kissed my way down to her budding tits, I kissed and sucked and nibbled her breast until she pushed my head south. I kissed my way down to her hot wet pussy.
This was the first real live pussy I had ever seen, and it was not like the ones in the pictures. The ones in the pictures were big and hairy, with red gaping lips. Sarah's pussy was small almost hairless, just a few light hairs here and there. The lips were tight and light pink.
I leaned forward and lightly kissed those pretty pink lips and Sarah went wild. I traced my tongue across her slit and she bucked like a horse. I took my fingers and gently pried the flower open and kissed inside the delicate folds of her pussy. Once I had the taste of her juices I went wild licking that hot cunt. She wrapped her legs around my head and held on with a death grip even though she was bucking like a wild horse.
I don't know how long I ate her sweet pussy because I lost all track of time but I felt her shudder and her legs relaxed their grip on my head. Let me tell you by now I had a hard on that made the last one look like a softy. I crawled up between her legs and put the head of my cock at the door to paradise. I rammed my cock into her tight tunnel with animal lust that I had never felt before. She screamed in pain and pleasure and bucked her hips up to meet mine with the same animal lust that had taken control of us.
Let me tell you I will always remember my first piece of pussy as the best. Sarah's hot pussy griped my dick like a vise and milked it dry. She bucked and clawed my back. She moaned and screamed and thoroughly fucked my ball off. It felt like I shot gallons of cum into her hot furnace.
I told you that I had lost all track of time because as Sarah and I were locked in incestuous orgasm, the bedroom door opened and mom and dad were looking in..............


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Ken and Debra lay in bed after a second round of heart stopping sex. Ken had been working out on the coast for the last two weeks, and very seldom in their seventeen years together had they been apart for that length of time. They both loved sex, and had always had an active and healthy sex life. They both had come from families that were very strict, had both spent time in boarding schools before meeting each other in college. At that time Ken was a business major and Debra had chosen biology as her major. Both had excelled in high school and college. They married soon after meeting and had completed their master degrees in their respective fields by the time they were twenty four. Both came from fami

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lies of money, although success had been won by each without any need of help from their parents.

 

One of the problems they had in common was with the way their parents had treated them as children. They were never beaten or anything like that, they were just a ignored for the most part. As children they both felt as if they had been conceived because it was “expected” of their parents to have at least one child. The affect of this was a somewhat restrictive childhood that resulted in them both having a lot of spare time to study, and dream about the way they wanted their lives to be. One thing they had both promised themselves was that they would bring their own children up entirely differently.

 

They decided to have kids right away, their theory being is that they wanted their kids to have younger parents, not old fogies like their own parents were. Unfortunately, Debra found out that she was unable to have children so they decided to adopt. This is where things started to stray from the norm. Debra had done her thesis on genetic engineering and had insisted that her husband father their children using surrogate mothers. Her theory was that if they found the right mother they would be able to ensure that the children had ideal genetic material to start out life with. After a long and expensive search they found an ideal candidate that was just finishing her doctorate in one of the sciences, and was two hundred thousand in debt from student loans. Debra created two fertilized eggs in a test-tube and successfully inserted them into the surrogate’s womb. Nine months later the children were born. To keep things simple the couple had elected to just tell the children they had been adopted, and that they had no idea who their father or mother were.

 

So back to the present time. Ken and Debra are lying in bed discussing their plans. For the last sixteen years they had been planning for this, and now that the time was here, they weren’t sure how to proceed exactly. Let me explain. One of the biggest problems they had both had with their own parents was the hypocritical way they had dealt with sex. Being well off, and such, both sets of parents had numerous affairs and liaisons all over the globe, but at the same time repressed their children’s sexual education. This is one of the many things they had promised not to do to their own kids. For the most part they didn’t do anything special, except agree that they would always be honest and truthful when matters of a sexual nature came up. Ultimately they planned to give their own kids the best sexual education imaginable. Ken and Debra felt it was time to start their education.

 

“We can start this weekend,” Debra said, “I’ve been getting a sexual vibe from Mike for over a year now, and Lisa has had her period for almost two years. And as I am sure you will agree, they both look more like adults than young teens. I can’t believe the size of Lisa’s tits, that was the one thing I was hoping she would inherit from her biological mom, not that mine are small, but she exceeded my 36D’s months ago, and I know she needs some bigger bras now. Anyway, I have seen the sex-ed stuff coming home from school so I am sure they know all the facts. I think it’s time we started to educate them in the more intimate aspects of sex.” All the time she was talking her husband was thinking about how hot their daughter looked. Although he was away on business a lot, it never seemed to amaze him how quickly they had both grown.

 

“They are back from the school band trip on Friday and school doesn’t get back in until next Tuesday,” Debra continued. “I’ve been slowly loosening the standards in the house over the last few months. Mike has managed to get a few glances of me in my bra and panties and I know he is trying to see more. Let’s execute the plan this Saturday.” The plan was simple, they would separate the kids and have the “birds and the bees” conversations with them, except with a big twist. For the guys, Ken was going to allow his son to catch him masturbating, this would lead into a frank discussion about sex. Debra was going to take Lisa shopping for some new intimate apparel and use that as the lead into sex. In both situations they would end their conversations with the ultimate request. After years of discussion and planning, both had trouble falling asleep that night because of their excitement.

 

The Boys Talk

 

It was Saturday morning and Ken and Debra had already put the wheels in motion. The girls had left the house at 10:30 in the morning allowing Ken plenty of time to set up his scene. He had taken some very explicit videos of his wife over the last few years and these were going to be the bait for Mike. Ken had everything setup in the den and knew Mike would be home from ball practice just after 11:00. He put the video on, sat down on the couch, took out his cock and started to stroke it until it was hard. He had sat so that there was no way Mike would not see the movie or his dad masturbating when he came into the room. He knew that Mike would be looking for him because they had already made some plans for the afternoon. Ken had watched this video of his wife a million times and it still turned him on. She was sitting on the same leather couch he was now sitting on, naked, with a big plastic cock going in and out of her sopping pussy. Every once and awhile she would take out the dildo and lick her juices of it.

 

He heard Mike getting dropped off in the driveway, which is what he was hoping for. He flicked the television remote to check out the security camera, just to make sure no unscheduled guests were coming home with Mike. The coast was clear so he put the sex tape back on and continued stroking his cock. It seemed to take hours for the minutes to pass as Mike came through the house looking for someone. Ken heard him approaching down the hall and jumped when Mike opened the door and stood there gazing at the scene. There was a long pause, maybe thirty seconds, before Mike apologized and turned to leave. He had seen the movie, had time to recognize his mom, and had looked bewildered at his dad stroking his cock. Just as he was turning Ken stood up, not trying to hide his massive hard-on, and suggested to Mike that it was time they had a father to son talk. The moment of decision was there, would Mike continue to turn and leave the room or would he acknowledge his dad’s statement. Ken looked at him and knew he was hooked because his eyes had glanced back at the TV, where his mother had just shoved another smaller dildo up her ass, and Mike just could not look away.

 

Ken grabbed his hard cock and stood there watching his son watch the movie. He waited until he knew Mike would not be leaving as long as the movie was running. Finally, when he felt the timing was right, he broke the silence. “Kind of embarrassing isn’t it  son, for both of us. The one thing I do know though is that all men masturbate, and my guess is that you do too. Am I right?” Not waiting for an answer he continued, “I started jacking off when I was twelve or thirteen myself, been doing it ever since. Love it as much today as I did back then. The best part now though is I get to do the real thing too. The means I not only get to fantasize about fucking some nice looking piece of tail while I jack off, I get to fuck your mom anytime I want to.”

 

Mike turned his head towards his dad thinking how he could even respond. Sure he jacked off, although he had kept that a secret from everyone up to now. Sure he fantasized about fucking, even fucking his own mom who he thought was the hottest mom in the whole town. But how could he talk about that with his dad. What was he supposed to say anyway, something like ‘Yeah dad, is mom as hot a piece of ass as she looks in this video, by the way can I borrow it so I can go have a few strokes over it myself.’ It was then that he actually realized all the details around him. Fuck that was his mom on the screen, and his dad, although not jerking right now, still had his cock out. It was also then that Mike realized that his cock had started reacting to the images on the TV.

 

Ken’s cock had softened a bit so he put it back in his shorts so Mike would relax a bit, and because now was the time for talk. “Come on son, relax, why don’t you just sit down and we can discuss this whole thing.” Mike did feel a bit trapped, he still couldn’t take his eyes of the TV screen. He finally gave a slight shrug and turned completely towards his dad. Ken picked up the remote and paused the show, making sure the video was left leaving a nice shot of his wife’s cunt on the screen while he talked to his son. They both sat down on the couch and Ken started the talk. “Listen son, I know they’ve been teaching you all the basic, physical stuff about sex in school for awhile now. I am not going to bore you with that. What I want to discuss with you is all the other aspects. Like this situation here, and oral sex, and fucking, and all the other stuff they don’t teach at school. Your mom and I think it is very important for you to get the whole picture. Is that okay? I don’t want to lecture you either, so ask questions. To start, let me ask you this, have you ever had any type of sex with someone else, anything at all?”

 

Mike was starting feel relaxed a bit, although he was still a bit embarrassed. “No, not yet, but all the guys at school talk about it a lot. I’ve just never been that close to a girl.” Ken would have been surprised at any other response.

 

“That’s good son, although you could think of masturbation as sex, either on its own or with someone else. So what do you think about sex? How often do you jack off, and what do you use for stimulation?”

 

“Oh, I don’t know, a few times a week,” Mike lied. He actually jacked off a few times a day, most days. “Mostly I think about different girls from school, sometimes something on TV gets me going, geez dad do we have to talk about this?”

 

“It’s all part of sex son, and I want you to be open, not ashamed of anything. For instance, when I was your age I think I jacked off more than any other single activity. And I know you been checking out porn on the Internet, so don’t pretend you’re not. It’s not a bad thing son, it’s good. What about your mom and sister, they are both beautiful and sexy ladies, ever think about them when you’re jacking off?”

 

Mike couldn’t believe his dad knew he lusted after both the women in the house. “Well sometimes I see them in their underwear, that turns me on.” Mike looked at the paused image of his mother on the screen, he just couldn’t keep it in any longer. “What about this video dad, is mom some sort of porn actress? How could she do something like that anyway.” Ken expected this reaction sooner than later. Of course his son was going to wonder about his mother’s motives.

 

“That’s a private video Mike, who do you think is runni

Brie's Story pt 4

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“Waaaaaaaa. Waaaaaaaa.”

 

“Hush baby, momma’s here. What’s wrong sweetie. You’re hungry again? You are a greedy little thing aren’t you?”

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The soft whisper of Brianna’s voice trickled in the room from the baby monitor on the dresser on Paul’s side of the bed.

 

“Shhhhh. Shhhhh. It’s okay. It’s ok. Here you go.”

 

The slight coo of the baby carried through the monitor and Paul smiled. Turning his head to his left, he looked at the crazy mop of hair that belonged to his wife. Her face was a mushy mess. He chuckled. She was lying in a pool of her own drool. Out like a light. Turning back the covers, he slowly got out of bed. Looking down at the receiver and its blinking red light he heard the soft humming of a loving mother. The clock beside it read 1:37 a.m.

 

Two weeks had passed since he and Brie first made love. It took them two more days to recover. Since then they were constantly touching. The late night “talks” had resumed, much to Janet’s delight, but this time there was a lot less teasing and a lot more fucking. The sex between them was intense, not as intense as that very first time, but intense nonetheless and he had learned how to be gentler with her. Over the last two weeks, she only peed on herself one other time, much to her embarrassment. But he explained it was probably due to the fact she just had a baby and her muscles were weak; if not that then he’ll simply take it as one hell of a compliment that he could make her lose so much control. His words helped and she let go some of the embarrassment.

 

Reaching over, he flipped the little switch on the receiver to off. With one look back at his wife, he left their bedroom and journeyed across the hallway. She was sitting on the rocking chair next to the bed with the baby in her arms. Little Jessie looked so peaceful as she fed. Brie looked up as he entered the room. He closed the door behind him and smiled as he took a seat on the bed and watched. She was humming “hush little baby” as she rocked back and forth. She looked tired, sleepy, as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Nothing was said for a long while. Then sensing, as well as feeling that the baby was asleep, she got up from her chair and carefully placed Jessie back into the crib.

 

Once she tucked little Jessie in, she then turned toward her father, patiently waiting by the bed. Pulling the sleeve from her left arm down so that both breasts were now exposed, she took a seat beside him and then leaned back and lay back on the bed. Paul followed her down and latched on to the newly exposed nipple.

 

“Ahhh,” she gave a soft cry. She lifted her skirt up her thighs making room for him. The white cotton grown slid up with ease and he moved between her legs. He untied his robe belt as he continued to suck. She helped him remove it from his shoulders and slid it off until it hit the ground. Since he always slept naked there was nothing else. He was naked, but she was not. Her gown bunched up against her waist and he slid home. She was already wet, feeding the baby always made her wet. He munched and nibbled on her nipples and he slowly slid in and out of her body. Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, feeling his body move against hers.

 

He suddenly turned and changed their positions. Now she was on top as he bit all around the curve of her breasts. The scratching of his teeth against the tender sensitive skin felt so good.

 

“Ride me. I want to see you move.”

 

Taking a deep breath, she leaned back and readjusted her legs. She looked down at him. For the first time she saw the beginning of stray gray hairs at his temples. His face looked as rugged and handsome as ever, but small little lines she had never seen before were now around his eyes and the corners of his mouth. He watched her as she watched him. His hands moved from her hips, up her body to her breasts and he stroked her nipples. She moaned, tilted her head back and began to grind her pussy on his cock, riding him as she pleased, taking control, working him so that he hit the exact spot she wanted and needed.

 

She enjoyed the moment, feeling the hard rod buried deep inside her body, stroking the deep cave of her pussy. His fingers massaged her breasts, squeezing. Milk slid from the tips and ran down his hands and bounced up and down on his body. She was sighing with each slide. They were little sighs, barely noticeable, but there.

 

“I love you, Daddy.”

 

The milk flowed from her like a spring, sliding down his hands and her breasts to her stomach, intermingling with her sweat as it made its way to her pussy bush and dipped down further. What milk that didn’t slide down her body fell on him, on his face, his neck, his chest, coating them both as she fucked him.

 

“Oh baby girl, that’s it. Work that pussy, ride daddy’s dick. Oh, god, you feel so fucking good.”

 

She leaned forward and they kissed.  They kissed as if drawing breath from one another, lips tightly locked, never letting up. He bit her hard and licked away the pain as she cried out. He bit his way down her cheek to her neck, and down until he could go no farther. She did the same, kissing his jaw, finding his collarbone and sucking on the bone where it protruded beneath his skin. He lifted up, they both sat facing each other and still she moved, riding him softly. He continued to chew on her nipples, drinking the remaining juice as he squeezed it from her body. Then he fell back, letting her take control again, watching as her body shined before him, moving to its own rhythm, lost in its own dance of sensation. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

 

“Faster,” he ordered and she leaned over him.

 

Her arms reached out to brace herself, giving her more leverage and control as she rocked faster against him. Her hair, once tied back by string she had taken from a pair of old drawstring pants, came lose and flowed free as she fucked him. His hands found the crack of her ass and, repeating a move she performed on him, his pinky slid inside her to the first knuckle as she moved with a smooth precision over his body, drawing out the fuck as long as possible. Her breathing was short and quick, but the rhythm was steady. He watched her as she closed her eyes, feeling what his cock was doing to her pussy, using it for all its worth. He loved that she loved his cock so much, that she took so much joy from it. Her pleasure seemed to define him as a man. She was meant for this, born for this — this moment of pleasure involving just him and her.

 

“Oh, Daddy. Nothing ever felt this good.”

 

He lay back and did nothing; just taking the beauty of her in as she rose higher and higher, taking him with her. His hand dug into her hip as he felt his control slipping. Tension rose in his body as it began to hum, desperate for release. She felt it and bounced faster and harder, increasing the fuck, bringing them closer. She rode him again and again until he now was lifting her, pushing her up and down on his cock. Using her body to fuck his dick. Up and down, up and down until she had to do nothing at all. The control was no longer hers and she didn’t mind. She heard him moan at one point and felt moisture erupt inside of her, flowing into her body, then seeping down, out of her and flowing back onto his cock as she lunged downward and pushed his cum out of her pussy. Soon, she felt her reality begin to give in…give in…give in and finally her world exploded around her.

 

“I don’t think I would ever get tired of fucking you, Brie. It’s just too perfect.”

 

She smiled and she sank onto his body, absorbing his heat and strength.

 

“I love you too, Daddy.”

 

*****

 

 

 

He slowly closed the bedroom door and slid into the spot next to his wife. Looking over to his left, he saw the crazy mop that was her hair. The smooth line of her back met his glaze.

 

She had turned over while he was away.

 

His heart began to pound and a sickening dread began to fill his chest, weighting down his heart. A certain…certainty began to invade his mind. The kind only developed when a person knows their spouse and their habits, sometimes better than they know their own. Janet was a very sound sleeper. When Brie was a baby, nine out of ten times he was the one who cared for her needs because Janet could sleep like the dead. After her head hit the pillow she rarely — very rarely — moved from that spot until she awoke the next morning. She never, if ever, rolled over in her sleep. Now there is a possibility that he could be wrong; that the feeling inside of his body was created by that part of his conscious that dictated right from wrong but—

 

“Night, my angel. Sleep tight. Mommy will see you in the morning.”

 

He jerked so hard the bed bounced. He felt like he had been shot. His head swirled around so fast he almost got whiplash. There, on the desk, blinking like a demonic red eye, winking at him in evil glee was the light of the receiver and the sound that came from it was that of Brie’s voice.

 

He heard the sound of the baby’s door open and close. As if having x-ray vision, he looked at the wall and moved his head, following her progression down the hall. A series of squeaks from the floorboards told her location until finally her door opened and she entered her bedroom right next to theirs. There was complete silence. His forehead was covered with a small blanket of sweat. Pulling the covers up to his chin, he slowly sank down into his bed. He couldn’t look at his wife again. He just laid there.

 

He just laid there.

 

*****

 

 

 

He opened his eyes the next morning to the bright light shining through his room. He slowly stretched his body awake. Turning, he saw the empty spot on his wife’s side of the bed and the memory of last night hit him like a runaway train. He sat up, took a deep breath and looked at the space. He needed to talk to Brianna.

 

It was Saturday and, luckily, his day off. After showering and brushing his teeth he went downstairs to the kitchen. Janet was loading up the dishwasher. The table was filled with food and Brianna was making silly sounds to the baby as she fed her mushy cereal.  He walked up to Janet and wrapped his arms around her waist and gave her a hug from behind. She paused, letting the water run over the pot. It was a small second, barely noticeable, but maybe because he was looking for it, he noticed. She stiffened slightly, but it only lasted for a moment. Then she let loose and her body sank into his. She turned her head toward him and their lips met in a kiss, sweet like syrup.

 

“I go in today.”

 

“Okay, but you’re off tomorrow, right?”

 

“Yes.”

 

He licked the tip of her nose. “Then we can spend the day together, just you and me. Perhaps have dinner?”

 

She smiled. It was a charming smile, but a bit sad. She agreed and moved out from the circle of his arms and went to the table. Leaning over the baby, she gently kissed her forehead and then Brie’s cheek.

 

“I’ll see you later, girls.”

 

“Bye, mom.”

 

He sat down at the table and watched her prepare to leave.

 

*****

 

 

 

“Something wrong, Daddy?”

 

He took a deep breath before answering. “I think she knows.”

 

I froze. Cereal fell from the spoon onto the floor. Following his glaze, I looked out the window and watched mother get into the car.

 

“What should we do?”

 

“Back off. Just for a little while.”

 

“You think we can?” The door slammed and she started the car and waited for it to warm up.

 

He didn’t answer. I sighed and turned to face him.

 

“I don’t want to hurt her either. I love her as much as you do, but it’s going to be hard. All right. All right. I need to get used to the idea. No sex. I guess I need to start wearing bras again.”

 

“I guess.”

 

He looked over at me and down my body. His eyes seemed riveted with my chest, my E cups, filled to the max.

 

“You’re leaking.” His eyes never left my hardening tips.

 

“What?” He looked up and in his eyes I saw more lust than any man should have for one so forbidden.

 

“Your breasts. They’re dripping. You’d better be careful. You might ruin your top.”

 

My mouth formed a silent ‘O.’ Looking down, I saw the growing dots, evenly spaced on my shirt. Reaching down, I found the bottom of my top and pulled it over my head, exposing myself — my tender juicy breasts.

 

“Is that better?”

 

“Yeah.” His whispered. I think he was only half listening. I softly chuckled.

 

“And I repeat—do you think we can?”

 

Again, he didn’t answer. Instead, he watched as a drop of milk formed at the center of my right nipple and began a slow descent down the curve of my breast, pausing, hovering at the edge of that curve, threatening to fall.

 

The car pulled out of the driveway. His attention broke and he looked up. Within a few seconds Janet was gone.

 

She was gone.

 

He turned back to peer at my wet nipples. I watched as he reached out and caught the sweet substance on the tip of his finger. He brought that finger to his lips. His tongue struck out, tasting. He looked up at me then. Somewhere along the line I stopped breathing and when his eyes met mine with that look — you know the one — I took an involuntary breath. Finally…

 

“Yeah. Why not?”

 

His voice had turned back into that growl again. My pussy clamped together. He exuded sex.

 

“Besides,” he continued. “We don’t have a choice.”

 

Brie's story pt 3

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Month six

 

One night, during family night, we all had dinner and watched a movie in the family room. I was able to really enjoy it now that my first semester was finally over. We decided I would not go back to school until after the baby was born and I was settled. Mom and dad were on the big couch while I was on the loveseat. We

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were actually watching a slightly old comedy called Joe Dirt. It was one of those movies that was funny because it was so stupid!

 

They were over on their couch teasing each other, making fun, laughing, joking, and tickling each other. It was actually kinda sickening to watch. They were like teenagers. They were like that a lot. It sometimes made me wonder about him and me. He was clearly very happy with his marriage to mom. I don’t always understand where I fit in regarding our ‘sexual’ relationship.

 

When the movie ended mom got up. “Okay. I need to straighten up this mess before we go to bed. I made some pudding. It’s in the fridge. Why don’t you get some and go away so I can clean.”

 

“Are you saying we get in your way?”

 

“Yep. Bye.”

 

Daddy faked a look of heartbreak and slowly walked into the kitchen with his head down. Mom just rolled her eyes and began picking up the loose popcorn on the floor. I followed daddy as he was filling up a cup with chocolate pudding.

 

“What’s your poison?”

 

“I’ll take the vanilla.” I grabbed the cup he had waiting for me and began filling it up. The bowl was cold.

 

“Want to eat it out on the back pouch? It’s nice out.”

 

“Sure honey. I’ll put this back in the refrigerator and meet you out there.”

 

I headed back through the family room. Mom was turning off the DVD player and I opened the door leading outside. I leaned against the rail, stirring the creamy goop and looked out across the long back yard. Dad came out a few minutes later, laughing at some insult mom had given him and settled beside me against the rail, chuckling quietly. Must have been funny as hell.   

 

“You love mom, don’t you?”

 

“Undeniably. She’s my life. I don’t think I could exist without your mother.”

 

I simply stared at him. He had such a content look on his face. A happiness, a radiance that was so pure and so strong. I found myself whispering, softly, ever so softly. I was almost afraid that my words could freeze the very air around us, turning it to hard glass that would shatter, causing our world to fall apart, cutting us to pieces in the process. I have a flair for drama sometimes, but I had to know.

 

“Then, why me?” I asked, ever so softly.

 

He froze and I flinched slightly, expecting, waiting…

 

Then as if someone flipped a switch he resumed swirling his pudding, looking into it deeply as if the answer was somehow hidden inside of it. He didn’t say anything for a long while, but I knew he would answer. I knew he was thinking. He probably never bothered to ask himself why, preferring not to dwell on it, to bring forth guilt.

 

After several minutes and several spoonfuls of pudding he spoke. “I don’t know. It certainly wasn’t planned, at least not at first. It was completely unexpected. It was…the wonder…the magic of you…” He looked at me then and I saw in his eyes the awe, the love, the joy, the…pain.

 

“I never had seen a little girl. I never knew the wonder, the beauty of seeing a little girl slowly blossom and become the exquisiteness of a woman. I watched you grow and develop into what you were meant to be — a woman, a beautiful, desirable woman made for one primary purpose.”

 

I slowly began to understand. Kind of. As he has told it, my father didn’t have a typical childhood. He was raised primarily by men. His mother died giving birth to his sister. Jessie was going to be his first female sibling, but she died too. Grandma and grandpa had seven boys in all, including my father. My father was the youngest of the children. They all lived in the same house, on a farm, believe it or not. All he knew was men. His brothers and father shaped his world. Eventually some of his brothers married and moved away and started their own families, but once they moved he rarely saw them or his cousins, female and male alike. He did see girls, and interacted with them, but not very much.

 

He saw them at school, but at school you studied. The only time you socialized was at recess. He didn’t really understand girls. They were strange to him and being raised by men, my father was actually a very rough type of individual. You know the type — the jock and the sexist. One thing about my father though, he was very smart. Very smart. He liked to learn and any and every bit of knowledge he gained he kept. As a result he received a full academic scholarship to NYU in New York, far away from his little hometown in Kansas. He went there and studied medicine.

 

It was that move that changed daddy. Up until college, and really most of it, women had no place in his world, other than for one purpose—sex. And when it came to sex he’ll be the first to admit he loved women then. Sexually wise, a woman was and is flawless. But, during that time that was the only value he credited them for. That is until he continued his medical education. There were women beside him — few, but there — who were also pursuing careers in medicine, all at various levels and all that required a fair amount of intelligence.

He began to see women in a whole new light, particularly after meeting one in particular whom he considered to be the most brilliant neurologist in existence — Mrs. Pamela Goldstein. Being the smart man that he was, he began to realize he was a sexist and his viewpoints of women were wrong, so he changed. Well, somewhat. There still are some things that come out of his mouth that makes even my mother want to smack him, but for the most part he’s a decent guy.

 

So I guess what my father was saying was: having a little girl, seeing one ‘develop’ for the first time intrigued him?

 

He laughed. “Yes. Intrigue is one word for it and surprisingly I found myself,” he sighed, “aroused by it. I never saw or experienced anything like it. Oh, I know how it happens. I’ve treated women of all ages at hospitals but I never saw it up close and personal on a day to day basis with a girl — woman — that I already loved. So I found myself sexually excited.”

 

I put my empty cup on a table and turned to look back into the house. I could see my mother in the living room, cleaning up the mess daddy and I always seem to leave behind despite our best efforts.

 

“You knew it was wrong.”

 

Even though I wasn’t looking directly at him I saw him move. He leaned lower on the rail, resting his weight on his elbows.

 

“Yes.” He said it as if it were a matter of fact. No denial. Simply fact. I wonder if he even felt guilty, if he ever did or had he simply learned to accept his actions.

 

“And that didn’t bother you?”

 

“Of course it did! You are my baby girl, the idea of hurting you… ”

 

“Then what? What was it that made you continue? God, Dad, have there been others? Are you a pedophile?”  I turned to him, shocked for a moment, that idea never having occurred to me before.

 

“Oh god. I…shit.” He turned away from the yard and like me faced the house window and then he saw mom. “Oh, god!” He turned back toward the yard. “There’s only you. Only you. I never felt that way toward anyone else. It was only you.”

 

I relaxed. I felt a little better.

 

“Because we have love.”

 

“Yes. And…”

 

“And…?”

 

“And I knew you…wanted…it.”

 

He turned to me then, looking me full in the eyes, almost asking me to deny it, but I couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t. He was right. I did want it. From the moment I was old enough to understand the looks, I wanted it. I may not have been considered old enough to know what I wanted or completely understand the urges that were coursing through my body but I did want it and I did tease him with the new power I quickly learned to master—my femininity. I liked his touches and his attentions. I craved it. I encouraged it.

 

“Yes. I did.” There was a flash of something there — relief. Perhaps some part of him had doubts.

 

“So now that I’m older — now that I’m no longer innocent and ‘developing into what I was made for’ — is it over?”

 

He looked away again, off into the night. The night always seems to offer false hope that the answers we seek are hidden just beyond it. Another thought occurred. “Daddy? Is my baby safe with you?”

 

He laughed, a short, quick bitter laugh. “Yes, baby girl, your daughter will be safe with me, that I promise. The idea of reliving those experiences I had with you doesn’t even appeal to me. To be honest, I don’t think anyone could take your place, like no one could take your mother’s. The feelings I feel for you…”

 

“Damn it, stop being so damn dramatic and complete your sentences! What? What? What feelings, they what?”

 

He laughed and turned to me. “Sorry. Didn’t realize. My feelings for you, my attraction for you, is purely for you, only you. I do know that, even if the rest of it is crazy.”

 

I smiled. I liked that. “Then why? Why haven’t you touched me in so long? You stopped right after I told you I was pregnant. You just — changed.”

 

He sighed again. He looked down at the slight swell in my tummy and reached out his hands. “You are so beautiful like this. Your mother was beautiful too when she was like this, but with you for some reason it’s different. It’s always been different with you. Again, you are changing, growing, become more of what you were made for — a mother. And the idea is driving me crazy, Brie. You have no fucking idea.”

 

His hands pushed harder against my skin and moved, circling my hips, feeling their curves, down, around my ass, squeezing, molding, and pulling my body closer to his. I quickly looked back into the house. Mother was gone, probably in the kitchen. He saw my look and paused, following my lead, but seeing it all clear, he continued, he moved me to him. Our bodies touched, his hardness, and mine — my tummy, but despite that I was still soft, a soft curvy woman.

 

“Daddy? I’ve missed you.”

 

He growled, that deep, sexy growl at the back of his throat and I felt his hardness rise up as he buried his face in my neck. I reached up and wrapped my arms around him. Pain. My pussy went straight to pain. That only happens when arousal hit me hard and fast, when my pussy becomes ready for fucking faster than the rest of my body, but it was quickly catching up. My heart began to pound, my nipples harden, my skin began to tingle and waves of desire began coursing through my body uncontrollably.

 

“I want you so bad. More than I ever thought possible. There are times when I look at you now, seeing you like this, watching the curves grow — it’s all I could do from raping you. You are so fucking sexy. My cock is constantly hard. I’m afraid sometimes it’s going to fall off cause he never rests. I need you so much. I need you so much.”

 

He was moving against me, hard, sure, grinding, biting my neck, sucking on my skin, finding my mouth and we kissed. He kept pulling me closer, lifting me so our bodies would fit better, despite the baby. I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his hip, opening myself to him. His dick found my panty-covered puss and he began rubbing, up and down, grinding against her, my pussy, making the moisture flood the fabric. Grinding, grinding, up against my clit. Oh, god, I was so horny. I was losing my damn mind. Our tongues clashed. Devouring, sucking, mating. His whole mouth surrounded mine. He invaded my moist cave with such force and desire I thought I would faint. He grabbed the hair on my head and slowly began to pull.

 

“Ah.”

 

I reached one hand back, wrapping around his as he bent me backwards against the rail and forcibly pushed against my clit. Waves of pleasure surrounded me so intensely I was crying. He reached up and carefully unbuttoned my top, revealing my body to him.

 

“They are growing again. You know that, don’t you? I’ve seen them. They are becoming fuller and they will continue to do so and they’ll become harder, and juicier, and filled with milk and when they do. I’ll be ready. I’ll be there.”

 

“Oh Daddy, you can’t. The baby. I have to feed the baby.”

 

“And you will. She’ll get some, but I’ll have the rest. She’ll have formula too; I’ll buy the best. Don’t worry. Your baby will be taken care of, but this…”

 

He pushed my bra aside. My nipples tightened in the cool air. He growled some more. He grabbed on, hard. I whimpered. It hurt. It hurt but…

 

“Good. Yes. The nipple, the nipple.”

 

He cupped my breast in his hand, giving it a cone shape as he twisted my nipple. Playing it like a violin, making me produce pussy cream on demand, like a cow producing milk.

 

“Daddyyyyyyyyyyy.” I wanted to scream, but mom — I couldn’t because of mom. I couldn’t see anything; he kept me bent back, away. I looked up at the stars in the sky and felt so small in comparison to their vastness. I felt tied into existence and the natural order of things. He was right; this was what I was made for. I felt him slowly apply his thumbnail to the tip of my nipple. Sweet agony. An annoying itch I didn’t know how to scratch. God, my pussy. I was so wet, so wet my panties were a mess. I tried humping up against him, but it was no use. There was so much moisture that there was no friction, not the kind I needed and my panties just slid and he just slid, completely unstable. I needed it there at my clit.  And then the nail was gone and my nipple was pounding. It was on fire, that one nipple. My back was beginning to ache. My head hurt from the pressure of his hand. He wouldn’t let up. I gave up trying to do whatever it was I was trying to do and slid my hand down to rest on the arms holding me close. His scent surrounded me as he leaned closer. Hmmmmm. I loved his cologne.

 

I jumped. Moisture. Warm, soft, slimy heat swirled around my nipple. Covering it, sucking it. Daddy. ‘Suck me, Daddy. Suck me. Suck me, Daddy…suck, suck, suck.’ He released my hair and his right hand found my left breast, circling, engulfing it. It felt so good, that warmth. He squeezed slowly, sensually, loving my mounds with smooth solid pressure. I loved the soft sucking sounds. It drove me crazy. Reaching down, I fought against the pressure of our bodies and found my panties. I pulled them down, despite the pressure of his weight against mine. I lowered my leg and let the panties fall naturally to the ground. 

 

He gripped my hips and lifted me up onto the rail, never releasing my nipple as he lashed it with his moist tongue, licking my skin, my curves, squeezing it periodically, licking against the bulges he created.

 

“Hmmmmmmmm,” he moaned. His hot breath bathed my skin.

 

“Daddy. Please.” I was out of my ever-loving, cotton-picking mind. He released my nipple with a pop. I shuddered. It was cold — cold without his heat. I couldn’t take it. I was so close.

 

“Daddy, please,” I begged, but he just stood there, inhaling deeply, trying to breathe, squeezing my breasts over and over, like they were dough. He just loved the feel of their fullness in his hand.

 

“Daddddddddddyyyy,” I said in a gutteral plea. I even scared myself. I began to rock, nearly falling back until he caught me. I wrapped my arms around his neck again for support. He leaned down and took my right breast in his mouth and reclaimed the wet one for his palm. His free hand lowered itself to the heat between my legs.

 

“Yesssssssssss,” I hissed.

 

He found my button, covered it with his fingers and squeezed.

 

“Uhhhhhh,” I grunted, that deep-gutted grunt that made me sound like some huge animal. My world exploded and I was left jerking uncontrollably in his arms.

 

“Uh uh uh uh uh.”

 

My body was no longer mine. I cried. Tears flowed down my cheeks, but I was barely aware of them. I fell against his hard frame, trying to breathe, still making those strange sounds.

 

I felt him move against me. Somewhere along the line he stop sucking on my tit, perhaps when I fell. He was slightly jerking himself, toward me, I felt myself slightly bouncing to his rhythm. Something was hitting me in my stomach repetitively, against the baby. Not hard, but it did make me look down. I rested my forehead on his shoulder and looked between us, still breathing kinda hard.

 

His dick. He had his dick in his hand and he was jerking off between us. His hands were stroking his cock much like in the bedroom and then I heard him bellow a hard breath, like all the air exploded from his lungs and he growled again and then...

 

Splat!

 

I was hit with a wave of cum shooting out of his dick in high spurts, some landing on my tits, most finding my stomach and still he stroked, less intense, but still strong. I heard him groan as if he was in slight pain. Now he was leaning on me just as much as I was leaning on him and still he pumped, even though there were only a few drops finding their way to my thigh. Then he released his cock and his dick fell on my leg, hot, moist and red.

 

He reached behind me and gripped the rail to support himself. If he leaned on me anymore we both would fall over. I looked back up over his shoulder and into the house. I moved closer to him, pressing more of my body against his, forming a sort of loose hug. It was quiet now. I could hear his heartbeat. I turned my head and rested it against his shoulder, staring at nothing in particular. I was at total peace. Not a single thought had entered my head. I just absorbed his warmth.

 

After a few more minutes in each other’s arms he began to pull away. I let him. I sat up on my own and looked at him. He smiled and kissed me on the nose. I watched him readjust and tuck himself away. I sighed and began following his lead, pushing my sore breasts back into their home and buttoning my shirt.

 

“Daddy?”

 

“Yes, baby?”

 

“Will you be my Lamaze coach?”

 

He smiled. He reached for my face and slowly kissed my lips. “I’d be honored.” He helped me off the rail and picked up my panty. I tucked half of it in the waist of my skirt, under my shirt. I didn’t feel like putting it back on.

 

“You’re wet.” I looked up and saw him staring at me. My blouse was sticking to me because of the cum and there was a small amount of cum trailing down my thigh that hadn’t dried. I reached for my thigh and began rubbing the white stuff into my skin like lotion (fastest way to get rid of it).  Then catching a particularly thick glob I paused and looked up at him. Our eyes met.

 

I looked back down and lifted my skirt. We watched as I leaned back on the rail and lifted my leg again for a better view. For the first time ever I rubbed his cum into my pussy. We watched as my pussy sucked it up, swallowing it deep. I didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant.

 

I looked back up and daddy was staring at me. He looked like he wanted to attack. Lust so intense gripped me hard and I felt the tears start again. But he didn’t touch me; instead, he moved further back. I put my leg down and we continued to stare, fighting for control. We both wanted more but knew it wouldn’t be smart. Not now. Not again.

 

“I don’t think I can anyway.”

 

He slowly began to relax. My words gave him the strength to regain composure.

 

“I’m tired. I think I’ll go to bed. If I pass her and she asks, I’ll say you made me laugh and I spilled my pudding. Good thing I chose vanilla.”

 

“Good thing.”

 

And just like all the nights that have come before…

 

“Night, Daddy.”

 

“Night, baby girl.”

 

I went into the house and up to my room. Mom was nowhere in sight.

 

*****


 

 

Months seven through eleven

 

The next few months went by extremely fast. We decided to make the guestroom the baby room. Daddy bought these really expensive baby monitors so we could have a receiver in every room of the house if we needed. They were like walkie talkies. The base, or sender would always be with the baby and turns on automatically with any noise, sending the noise to all the receivers throughout the house so we could hear if she starts crying. So, if the baby cried in her room, and mom was in the kitchen and heard her, mom could pick up a receiver, press a button and we would all hear her confirm that she’d look in on Jessica.  Jessica is the name I had chosen, after daddy’s little sister.

 

I also started Lamaze classes.  Daddy was there with me every step of the way. He was also going to be there when I gave birth. He was going to help me raise this child and he’ll probably be the only true father little Jessie will ever know. Not necessarily a bad thing. The holidays came and went. I got a lot of mother-to-be stuff, but some cool stuff, too, for when I started college again, like a new computer and palm pilot. I was happy.

 

I never did run across that cute guy who knocked me up. I guessed that he may have been a mechanic and for a while I did drive around to shops surrounding the area where we met. I even went to the little park were Jessie was conceived. Not a thing. Oh well, I doubt he would have been much help anyway.

 

When the day arrived it was actually a week earlier than predicted by Dr. Pearlmen. At the time, I was eating a tub of ice cream, which rested on the baby, when I first felt a contraction. At first I didn’t know what the hell it was. I figured it was a muscle cramp from sitting in the same position for so long and it took a while before another occurred. But another did occur, as did another, and about two hours after the first contraction my water broke. Both my parents were actually at work. I paged my dad and my mom and my dad got back to me first. I told him my water broke and we started to time the contractions. Soon after mom called and it was decided that mom would come pick me up to take me to the hospital. I had time, the contractions were about 40 minutes or so apart and the hospital where they worked at and I was going to use to deliver wasn’t that far.

 

Fifteen minutes later mom was at the front door and I had my pre-packed delivery bag with me. Dad got hold of Dr. Pearlmen and she said she would meet us at the hospital. When the time came for actual delivery I was scared as hell and in so much pain. I never want to go through anything like that again. I agreed to have a natural birth, but about two hours into labor I was screaming, practically begging, for them to knock me out and cut Jessie out of me, but they didn’t and forty-five minutes later I delivered a healthy beautiful baby girl, seven-and-a-half-pounds.

 

They kept me for about a week. I would have been out sooner, but daddy wanted to make sure I was okay. The most interesting thing I had to get used to with the new baby was the breast-feeding. I expected relief, because having my breasts fill up with milk three or four times a day was actually very painful, and having it taken out was longed for. What I didn’t expect was the desire I felt when that little girl latched on with strength I would have never have expected from one so tiny. By the time I was through with each session I was screaming for the chance to cum. My body was a four-alarm fire, but there was nothing I could do. I had to wait six whole weeks.

 

When I came home my family was wonderful. Daddy and mom each took a week off, first mom and then dad. It was dad who was the most interesting to have with me. Mom had all the little knowledge on baby care that they don’t tell you about in books — the stuff you just learn through trial and error — and she was very helpful and cool in that aspect, but dad… it was almost like when I was younger and he would come in my room to watch me move. He did it again. He loved watching my body. I was nearly the same size I was before I had her, except my hips were a little fuller and my breasts were a lot bigger. I went from a 36D to a 36E-F. I was big before, well not really that big, more like, right for my frame, but now…I was huge. I could tell he liked it.

 

When his week came, he would make me walk around naked in the house. The most I would be allowed to wear was my panties. He would watch me move and watch my breasts move with me. Sometimes he would let me wear my nursing bra, the one where the flaps came down so you can breastfeed the baby, but he wanted the flaps down all the time, which provided me with next to no support, but I didn’t mind too much. I missed his eyes on me. At first he would just watch me feed the baby, his eyes never missing a beat. Sometimes he would ask me to sit in his lap and he would cup my breasts up at just the right angle so the baby would be comfortable as she nursed.

 

What I liked the most was the time when he held me because he would often be naked too, and I would sit on his thighs, with his cock cradled in my ass cheeks and he would rock himself back and forth in my crevice while the baby sucked on my nipples and he sucked on my neck. I was in a constant state of arousal during his week off.

 

It wasn’t until the fourth week that he started filling his promise. I would usually keep the baby with me, right up until I would go to bed. Daddy would start coming in my room after work to visit me and Jessica and watch her feed and when she was finished, we would put her in crib for her nap and daddy would take her place in my arms, sucking on my hard dark tips.

 

There wasn’t much but when he took me in his hands he stimulated me, squeezed me, played with my nipples and the sweet liquid would flow from barely noticeable little holes. He would attach himself on my breasts, moaning and rocking up against my body, heaving over me with his big strong body, licking and biting my nipples, stroking and squeezing my ass, as I would wrap my arms and legs around him and enjoy the pleasure coursing through my body. Sometimes as he fed from me and rocked against me I would slide my fingers down the crack of his ass and find that puckered hole and slip my finger in deep and massage that magic spot I knew he loved so much, me and daddy, sucking and ass fucking. It was almost perfect…almost.

 

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Month twelve

 

It was actually on the same day (a year later) that I had met Jessie’s father and conceived her that I decided to make my move. I was in much the same state that I was back then: happy, free, about to start school again in a week. Life was good. We found a nanny to help me out with the baby, mostly when I had to go to school and such. Mom and dad helped out a lot. Dad actually cut back on his hours and things were going well. I met with Dr. Pearlmen and she declared me healthy. Not needing her services anymore, I went back to my regular family doctor and we finally got me on birth control. Well, actually it has been a year and one day to the day I conceived that I made the move on daddy. He was very busy with his staff evaluations and was up a lot lately writing boring behavioral reports.

 

He was in the dining area and it was late, around one or two in the morning. Mom had long ago gone to bed and I had taken a nap earlier in the day with the baby so I was up and Jessie was out like a light, thank god. He had papers everywhere covering almost every inch of the table. He was hunched over some forms, wearing his reading glasses, which somehow made him look like the grandpa he is. There was a laptop beside him, glowing an eerie bright blue.

 

I decided to go simple and wore a wife beater shirt, a.k.a, a Fruit of the Loom’s men’s white undershirt. On a woman that type of shirt was pretty sexy. It clung to curves and the thin material made it damn near transparent. It was long enough to wrap around the curve of my hips and stop right above my thighs. The house was a nice toasty temperature so I didn’t mind walking around in next-to-nothing. My red painted toes dug into the carpet as I made my way to his side. I leaned against the edge of the dark hard wood and slid onto the top, pushing papers out the way with my behind. Daddy turned toward me and took in my shirt; pausing and peering over his Ben Franklin like glasses.

 

“Hi, Daddy.”

 

His eyes of course were at my breasts. They began to harden beneath the cloth and I felt a bit of moisture leak from the tip as if the contraction pushed it out and it blended with the white fibers, making a small wet spot over the hard bump, which became more defined.

 

“Hey, baby girl. You’re up late.”

 

“I couldn’t sleep.”

 

He looked up from my milk sacks for a moment and looked into my eyes. I smiled. He continued to stare at me as he moved away from the table and leaned back in his chair. Leaning to his right, away from me, he rested his face on his fingers, watching me with a look of speculation. My smile got wider and I slid from the table.  My shirt rose with my movement, gliding further up my thighs reveling my fluffy little bush. His eyes darted down, never missing a beat.  I stepped closer to him and lifted a leg. I straddled his lap, trapping him between my thighs and sank down on his legs, using the table as a backrest. I was already wet. Just before I came down here I had lain on my bed with my hands between my legs, fantasizing, well, more like reminiscing back to the days he would come into my room for our little ‘talks.’

 

He didn’t say anything, just looked at me, with his head resting on his fingers, waiting for what I was going to do next. I lifted my arms and rested my hands directly onto his shoulders. His eyes were so watchful, taking me completely in. I reached up and took off his glasses putting them behind me.

 

“Daddy? It has been over two months.”

 

“I know.”

 

I begin to move. My hips slid back and forth on his pants; over the bulge that developed the moment I entered the room. I rocked against him slowly, seductively, teasingly.

 

“The doctor said I’m okay.”

 

“I know that, too.”

 

He was looking down now. The moisture of my pussy began seeping through his kaki pants. He watched the medium tan color darken dramatically as I rubbed and humped my pussy against him, loving the roughness against my sensitive clit.

 

“Good.” I rose higher, closer. My breasts began to tingle. Wetness was everywhere. My shirt, soaked in milk, clung to my breasts as the tension began to build in my body.

 

“Now lets stop fucking around…”

 

His hands moved and wrapped around my rising ass as I moved over him. I dipped my head, stopping centimeters from his lips.

 

“…and finally start fucking around.”

 

My mouth dove for his. We met and we embraced, kissing, biting, sucking, bonding as my tongue invaded his mouth, taking control, demanding that he meet me and he did. He pulled me closer, hugging me so tight I nearly lost my breath. The shirts between us were becoming wetter from my leaking breasts. He moaned and pushed me back. I watched as he lifted the shirt off my body, sticky wetness everywhere: juice from my pussy, milk from my breasts, and drool from my lips. And still I continued to rock, that slow, intoxicating rock, moving my body against his. He watched me move, mesmerized. His hands reached up and circled my breasts. My nipples pressed up against his palms, seeping slowly. He lightly stroked my skin, sliding with ease as the light reflected off me. I had to concentrate on breathing. Sometimes, I would actually forget how when I was like this — when the arousal was so strong it seemed to reach my core.

 

He leaned forward and nuzzled them; making his face wet as well, until he closed his eyes and he latched on to my breasts and began to suck.

 

I stopped.

 

Everything within me went still. He looked…different. He looked peaceful as he rested against me, sucking from my breasts, pulling on my nipple, rolling it in his mouth as his tongue danced around it, driving me fucking nuts with all the little thrills he was sending through my body, yet still I stopped. He looked like he had come home. My right breast remained in his right palm as he slightly stroked it, preparing it while he sucked on my left. He reminded me of Jessie. His face was innocently content. Well…not that innocent. His cock was still hard beneath me. He almost looked like he was napping and that he was sucking on instinct.

 

“Daddy?”

 

“Hmmmm,” he groaned and pulled me closer, sucking hard, his throat moving as he swallowed the milk. “Hmmmmm hmmmmm hmmmmm,” he moaned as sucking noises filled the air. I watched him drink, my pussy raging on fire. My body began to shake with chills and I continued to hump him, riding his cock through his pants. Then he let me go, licking and kissing my nipple before discarding it. He moved to my other breast. Latching on, his teeth grazed the tight nub. Slight contractions started in my womb and slowly spread a euphoric haze over my body as I came in small waves, still rocking, flooding him with more pussy juice as he sucked.

 

He groaned some more and reached behind me with both hands and wrapped his palms around the cheeks of my ass, pulling me closer against his body. Releasing my nipple briefly he said, “Release me.” Then he clamped back on. I tried to reach down between us, but it was hard. He held me so close. He squeezed and pulled my ass cheeks, opening and closing them, wider and wider, until I felt the pull on my pussy lips as they began to spread and close also, rubbing against my clit, stroking my clit with my own pussy. Pleasure engulfed me, while at the same time that achy little itch nearly drove me mad.

 

He let my breast go and reached back up, squeezing both of them harder. Milk shot out from the tips, directly onto his face, landing on his nose and mouth. He opened his mouth and aimed and caught the remaining milk. I began to regain control and began moving again, against him. He squeezed me, causing milk to splash all over us. What milk he missed he reached down and licked off my skin and rubbed his face in until he began to need something additional.

 

He reached behind me and began to push everything within reach off the table and onto the floor. Finding room, he stood up from his chair and lifted me by my hips and set me on the table. Our bodies pulled free and his dick bounced back against his stomach. He picked up the laptop and gently tossed it in a side chair and pushed off as much paper as he could.

 

“Don’t you need that? What if your papers get mixed up?”

 

“I’ll figure it out.”

 

I looked around behind me, making sure nothing was in the way and then I noticed it. He wasn’t moving. Looking back up I saw him staring at me. He had this soft sweet smile. There was love in his eyes.

 

“I’m not always the best father and I don’t always do or say the right things, but I do love you. Very much.”

 

My heart filled with so much emotion I couldn’t speak. Instead, I pushed back tears, reached up and smoothed out his eyebrows. They were a mess.

 

“Me too.”

 

Then he slightly lifted me up again and sort of threw me back against the table, closer to the center. My ass vibrated in pain from the sudden impact, but I didn’t have time to respond. I was too busy watching my father climb on top of the dining room table and begin crawling his way over my body. He looked like a panther, stalking his prey and he was getting ready to attack.

 

“Daddy?”

 

Heat surrounded my pinky toe as he pulled it in his mouth and sucked it like it was a little clit. ‘Oh Daddy.’ He kissed his way to my knee, licking the underside. It tickled. I laughed. I turned my head to the left and I saw him move over me in the reflection of the large mirror centered on the wall. I saw his dark head dip again and felt the swipe of that tongue as it crawled again on my pussy flesh, moving along my thigh, biting again, licking, sucking little hickeys along my knee…my foot…my toes.

 

I watched him move over me and totally worship my body. He looked so sexy, so in control. I, on the other hand, looked ridiculous. My hair was a mess. Dried tear trails lined my face. My lips looked sore and red from our kissing and my biting when I tried not to cry out. My breasts, depleted of milk, no longer stood firm and high but rather began to sink to the side of my body, victims of gravity and my daddy’s feasting. My skin was tight from the dried milk that he hadn’t gotten. Then I looked back and watched him, watched and felt as his tongue bathed my flesh, washing away the excess pussy juice from my thigh, only to be replaced with new, fresh pussy juice, just as heavy, just as salty, slipping down the tunnels of my body, onto the table, which he promptly licked clean.

 

He reached up and cupped that fatty part of my mound, molding it in his palm. Releasing it and dipping low again, he sank his teeth in my puss. Biting hard. I cried out and arched my back. The world went black as I closed my eyes, lost. I knew that by morning I would have teeth-like bruises all over my body. Again he licked away the pain, moving up, floating over me. So hard, so strong, so sure. I opened my eyes again and could see his dick between our bodies, sticking out from the top of his briefs. His pants were trapped around his ankles.

 

He continued his assault, his tongue licking over the curve of my tummy, dipping into my navel and off to the side, leaving me wet in his wake. His tongue softly outlined the tiny stretch marks that developed from the baby. Not many, barely noticeable, but there.  He kissed each mark, showing it love and I watched it all in the mirror. Up and up he moved, up the valley of my chest, licking past the mountains of my breasts, kissing and hugging me. His hands reached up and covered mine, still resting on my nipples, all but forgotten. And he squeezed them close, trapping his face in their cushiony softness.

 

“One of theses day I am going to have to fuck these with my dick.” He moved to the left and kissed a nipple, he moved to the right and did the same. He kissed along my jaw and along my cheekbone. Our faces rested on each other. The room was quiet except for our breathing. His moist breath bathed the side of my face as we rested cheek to cheek. I could no longer see the mirror. His face blocked the image.

 

“Ready?”

 

“Yes, from the moment I was born.”

 

He lifted his hips; the pressure of his face on mine became unbearable as he used me for leverage. Quick jerky moments followed and then suddenly, at my cooling moist center I felt the head of his cock waiting at my entrance.

 

“Spread wider for me.”

 

“Yes, Daddy.”

 

I opened my thighs, lifting my puss higher and making myself ready to be taken. He was going to do it. He was going to fuck me. ‘In a moment he’s going to push his hips forward, his cock is going to part my folds like Moses parted the Red Sea and juice will leave me, slide down, free from its prison as his cock works its way into my channel, displacing pussy juice. He will slide deeply into my mushy flesh and fuck my cotton-pink insides until they turn a raw, well-used, well-fucked red. I wonder if they make that color lipstick.’

 

Anyway. Never mind. My mind goes weird places sometimes.

 

And then it happened. He slid inside, like butter. No restrictions. He slid inside and I felt every inch of my father’s cock entering my body, filling it, making it whole. He went as deep in as he could go until meeting the back of my pussy, in balls deep. My pussy reshaped itself, forming around him, taking shape, and hugging him. My daddy’s dick was up in my pussy. Deep inside; all up in my shit. His body covered mine completely.  My thighs wrapped around his hips.  His hands moved from my breasts and reached out along my arms until he found my hands. He moved them up, over my head and held them together. I was completely his.

 

I expected him to move and kiss me, but he didn’t. He turned his head more to the wall. His hair was in my face. His head was pressing against my nose. I turned away and then I realized he too saw the mirror. He was watching. My pussy involuntarily tightened around him and he groaned. I turned my head in the opposite direction to the other wall and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to watch. I just wanted to feel.

 

He, on the other hand, couldn’t look away. He watched as his ass contracted and released as he slid his cock in and out of the wet fuck hole that was his daughter. He watched as her thighs gripped him in a death-like embrace almost preventing him from the movements he truly wanted to make. He watched his dick move in and out of her, her lips wrapped around him, fat and juicy as he rammed inside of her repeatedly. It was unreal almost, the image of his dick in his daughter, fucking her. He pushed harder and harder until he heard the slapping sounds of the their flesh when his dick slammed home and his hips beat against her ass. He heard Brie moan and groan and saw her hips attempt to rise up and meet him. He knew she was reaching another climax, so he doubled his efforts.

 

My pussy was on fire. Sweated poured from me as I felt him slam, slam, slam into me. The fit was so tight, his hips felt like they barely moved in between my thighs but they moved, they moved and they fucked me with such force. His body engulfed me completely. His scent was everywhere and he held me down, using my body for his cock to fuck. Slamming against my clit, almost pushing it back against my body as our skins slammed against each other in sharp, stinging little slaps. My clit was so sore and raw I didn’t think I could cum again. I felt numb there, but the sensations — the wanting — the desire was running all through me as I felt him fuck me so hard, so intensely, almost mindlessly. There was no gentleness in how he did it. No emotion, no kissing, no hugging, just fucking as he watched from the mirror, as if he was analyzing the situation, watching his dick molest my achy gaping hole.

 

I was so close. I was so close but I couldn’t get there. I couldn’t find the edge so I jerked under him, bucked almost, pushing my body up against his as he came down, slamming, slamming. He pushed back harder. I cried out in pain, but the pain meant nothing. The pain disappeared. The waves took over, swallowed it, crushing it as I worked harder and harder. I needed to cum. I had to cum. Damn where was it when I wanted it? I lifted my hips, fucking him back, riding the wave that wouldn’t reach its peak. I struggled against his hands. I had to be free. I needed to be free. I fought him. He held on tighter but I needed more.

 

“Daddy, Daddy, please. I need to touch you, I need to move.”

 

He released me. His hands left mine. He stopped fucking me. He lifted himself up, his breathing was fast but still in control. He reached beneath my body and wrapped his hands around my ass and lifted me closer to him. I repeated the movement. I lifted my thighs up higher on his back and that seemed to open up more space than I knew I had and he sunk deeper. He groaned and I cried. My nails bit into his ass and I got ready. His thrusts began again, deeper this time, higher, ‘yes higher that was it.’ It was angled differently. Contact with my clit wasn’t as constant and the little achy button pulsed to the beat of my crazy heart as he fucked me again, ramming, thrusting. He was no longer looking at the mirror. He was looking at us, watching as his cock pushed deeper and deeper inside me, in and out, out and in, and wet and raw all at once. My pussy opened and made more room and he moved faster, fucking so fast and hard the table began to bounce, began to rock. I spread my thighs wider feeling him dominate me over and over. My daddy, my big, strong daddy with his big strong cock fucked me on the table hard, into the table, taking me higher, yes higher, that’s it — that’s what I need — that’s what I want.

 

“Fuck me more, fuck me more, Daddy fuck me more.”

 

And he fucked and pushed and rammed. Our breathing was harsh. He was pouring sweat. It was leaking from all over him. Drops fell from his head, from his nose from his lips, splashing on me as he jerked and rocked above me. He was grunting, grunting these deep animal-like grunts and he pushed himself harder and harder. One time he stopped, trying to regain control but I got pissed and punched him in his chest. He grunted again and kept fucking me.

 

I didn’t want to cum. I needed to cum, but I didn’t want it to end. I wanted it to last and last and last forever — my daddy fucking me on the table like we were animals.

 

“Fuck me Daddy, fuck me more. Fuck me.”

 

By then I had no choice. It was coming. It was becoming more than anything I ever felt. My tired body tensed, preparing for the assault. I began to pant.

 

“Yesyesyes… uh uh oh uh oh yes ahhh. Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy…”

 

He heard me. He knew I was there and redoubled his efforts.  He released my thighs from his waist and folded my legs toward my chest, closing my calves around his ears as he pushed up and up and in until I released a hoarse scream. Cumming so hard against his cock, his fucking cock.

 

“Oh thank God!” he bellowed, and his body jerked hard against me. My body arched with tension and my eyes rolled back in my head. I felt warm wetness bathing my body. It was almost as if someone had poured warm water all over me and it pooled under me, around my ass.

 

My breathing was shallow. There wasn’t enough air. I needed more air. The world around me became fuzzy and I felt my daddy release my legs. They fell down in a thump, like rubber. He slowly pulled away from me as if the movement caused him pain and just as the world went from fuzzy to black, I felt his crushing body fall on top of me. I grunted at the impact. So much for me receiving more air. I think I passed out.

 

When I woke up, there was something heavy on top of me. My body was unbelievably sore and I felt itchy. My skin felt like it did when you came from swimming out in the sea. The smell of urine surrounded me. I turned toward the weight on my body, it was daddy, and he was snoring. I felt dehydrated. I lifted my arms and pushed at him.

 

“Daddy? Daddy? DADDY!”

 

He snorted and came awake.

 

“Oh shit.”

 

“I know. I know. Please. I can’t breath.”

 

He rose up over me.

 

“Move over.” I slid to the edge of the table, making room. He slid on his back and lay beside me. “What’s that smell?”

 

I began to laugh. “I think I peed on myself.”

 

“Oh…. Happens a lot, does it?”

 

“No never. What time is it?”

 

He raised his arm and looked at his wristwatch. “Oh, shit! It’s 5:12 in the morning. Your mom will be up soon. We’ve got to clean this up.”

 

I groaned in despair. “I can’t. I can’t move.”

 

He sat up and slid off the table.

 

“You’d better move, young lady. I will not run the risk of your mother seeing this. I’ll clean up. You just get out of here and wash up.”

 

I moaned as he proceeded to straighten his clothes and pick up papers. I slid off the table and slowly bent over to pick up my shirt. ‘I am so out of shape.’

 

“What about the pee?”

 

He laughed, “I’ll get it. Come here.”

 

I walked around to his side just as he was putting a stack of papers on a side chair. He reached out and pulled me into his arms and kissed me, long and deep. My pussy began to tingle and my nipples hardened.

 

“You know Daddy loves you, right?”

 

I smiled. “I love you too, Daddy.”

 

He growled and bit my lip. Smacking me on the ass he said, “Go on.”

 

I took my pitiful ass out of the dining room and up the stairs. I snuck past mom and dad’s room and found mine. I just turned on the shower when I heard the first cry.

 

“Waaaaaaaa. Waaaaaaa.”

 

“Oh damn.” The baby was awake and wouldn’t you know it? It’s feeding time. I don’t think there is any milk left.