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From Jeffrey to Cindy

I knew I shouldn’t get in his car. But I was desperate. If he outed me, if he told anyone about what he saw…So I stepped closer to the white Honda and could see his stern expression laid out across his face. But in the corner of his lip I almost saw a smirk. I opened the door of the passenger side, and stepped in, sitting down next to him. I looked straight ahead through the windshield at my home, not wanting to make eye contact with him.
“Jeans? Different wardrobe choice since the last time I saw you.”
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. What could I say? He was right. The last time he saw me I was in my living room rubbing my cock through a pair of crimson red lace panties. I wish I heard him walk up the steps, open the door. stpe inside. I had no warning until I looked up breathing heavy, hand covered in cum, with him staring back at me with an evil grin. “I’ll leave you be, for now.” and he left back out the door. I was horrified. My parents bizarre, creepy friend Jack saw me in the worst possible scenario. He texted me a few hours later. He told me if I wanted my secret kept I’ll take a drive with him the next day. I had no choice.
Now, here I was driving to god knows where, not a single word spoken other than his statement about my fashion choice. He just did that so I knew he was in charge that was clear. I swallowed hard letting out a quiet sign. I hated the unknown. Not knowing what the hell was going to happen, or where the hell we were going it drove me crazy.
“So” he finally spoke up cutting through the silence of the car. “How long ago did you decide on your new undergarments?” I didn’t say anything I just looked at the ground feeling my face turn a shade of pink. He reached over and forcefully grabbed my leg forcing it to spread. “Im talking to you boy, when I ask you a question you better damn sure answer it.” His forceful actions mixed with his shockingly booming voice scared me.
“Tha…That was my first time.”
He let out a loud laugh.
“Well with the little package you have between your legs, I’d say women panties are appropriate.
I felt my heart crawl into my throat. I couldn’t believe he said that. I always knew it was small, but hearing someone say it, stung. I haven’t had sex for that reason.
“You’d of been better off as a woman. You know, I think you enjoyed wearing panties. I think you know that since you clearly cant use that to satisfy a woman, you want to learn to satisfy a man like a woman.
My eyes shot open, I looked at him for the first time since I entered the car. His evil grin grew bigger.
“Don’t try to deny it.” You felt nice in those panties, you felt right didn’t ya?”
I thought to myself, i didn’t think he was right. He couldn’t be right about this. But what he is saying is making a sick sort of sense. He was successfully mind fucking me and I had no idea.
He pulled off to a dirt road and parked the car. I looked around not a house, or other vehicle in sight. Was he going to kill me?
“Here’s the deal Jeffrey…No that wont do…Here’s the deal Cindy. You don’t want the whole town to know about your little problem, or your choice of underwear I will keep your secret, but you will be doing something for me. He reached across me and went into the glove compartment. His elbow grazing my nub of a cock causing it to leap a little. I didn’t understand how it could even move in this situation. He took out a pair of black lace panties and sat them in my lap.
“You’re going to go stand in front of the car. Strip completely naked, and put those on. That is your first task of the day.
I couldn’t believe he was asking me to do this, I wanted to cry, my hands shook. I looked around, the area seemed deserted, but god knows with my luck i’d leave the car, strip and the whole town would show up.
“I said go boy, don’t make me tell you again.”
I let out a defeated wimper opening the car door and stepping outside and walking to the front of the car. I saw his hand slide down out of sight but by his shoulder moving, I knew it was still moving. I lifted my shirt up and over my head letting it fall to the dirt. I never noticed before that even at 18 I was hairless. Not one bit of hair on my chest or armpits. I still had baby fat and I wasn’t the most athletic so i had a pair of man boobs that I obviously wasn’t fond of displaying. He honked his horn, causing me to jump and my hands fumbled with my belt on my jeans and released it letting my jeans fall down around my ankles leaving me in a pair of batman boxers. I hurried to remove them, just wanting this to be over and trying not to think too hard about this horribly humiliating experience as I kicked them to the side and slid on the pair of black panties. They felt odd against my skin, different then boxers, or the pair of panties I took from my sisters drawer. I put my hands in front of the crotch of the panties, not that I had much to hide. He raised his hand, gesturing me to return to the car. I leaned down to gather my clothes and he honked the horn once more. I looked at him and he shook his head. He wanted me to leave my clothes there? I whimpered and slowly walked back to the car leaving my clothes in the dirt, me in just a pair of black panties.
I scooted into the seat and closed the door. His hand slid onto my thigh. I looked over and for the first time I saw his cock hanging out of his opened pants. He saw where my eyes went and nodded stroking his meat.
“This is what a real cock looks like. You don’t have a cock you have a little clit. The hand of his that was on my thigh went up onto my shoulders and ran through my hair. I really wish I didn’t like the “skater look” so much, because I knew my long brown hair was only in his mind confirming his beliefs that I was meant to be a woman.
“You’re not a real man” he said in a soft almost comforting voice.
“You’re a woman, who is meant to serve men.”
My eyes remained on his cock. I didn’t know what it was, but a part of me was hearing his words and believing him. I wanted to serve him. Maybe it was the dirt he had on me, or it was that I was meant to be a woman, meant to serve him. I didn’t know but I wanted to keep him happy.
“Mmmm I see your starting to come around, your little clit is growing.” He licked his lips and looked me up and down. “You even have a pair of tits growing in .” I blushed, I really hated my baby fat.
“For me to keep your secret, you have to do something for me. You want to do something for me, dont you?” He said in the same sweet tone he had been using.
I nodded slowly my eyes leaving his cock, looking from his flannel jacked, up to his gruff face, with stubble on his chin to his evil grin.
“Thats a good girl.” His hand pressed against my head harder. “You will learn the first step at pleasing a man. Your going to give me a nice blowjob.”
My eyes grew wide with panic, no i couldn’t do this. I shook my head in horror, and for the first time in I don’t know how long I spoke.
“No, I cant do that. I can’t. Please. I’m not a girl, im a guy.”
He let out a loud laugh, that I’m sure could be heard a mile away.
“You’re not a guy, a guy wouldn’t be wearing panties, a guy would have a real cock not a puny clit. A guy wouldn’t have tits growing in, and a guy would of spoken up ages ago. But you didn’t. Because you aren’t a guy, you are a girl. not even a woman.”
My jaw hung open, I was trying to think of something to say but I was so confused. Was he right? I had no time to think as I felt my head being pressed down toward his cock. I quickly close my mouth, my lips pressing against his hairy cock. I knew enough, to know he had precum already leaking down the side of it, and he rubbed my lips into it
“Open up baby let your new uncle Bo show ya how to be a real girl.”
I wimpered but I opened my lips slowly and the head of his cock slid into my mouth the taste erupting through my mouth. It tasted salty, and sweaty, but something was happening to me. His hand had left my head and i was pushing further down. I lifted my head back up and then eased my mouth further down. It didn’t taste as bad as I thought, and I wanted it all to be over. Thats how I rationalized it. I wanted it all to be over.
“Ohhhh yeah just like that, see a born cock sucker.” He rested his head closing his eyes as I continued bobbing my head up and down. His moans made me feel a little prideful and I started to bob my head up and down faster. I let a hand find its way to his balls and started to stroke them as I let my head slide down until I gagged. I felt a rush hearing myself gag and slammed my head down over and over gagging each time. He grabbed my head forcing it up and down faster and faster his moans growing louder before he pulled my mouth off his cock and I saw a huge splash of cum leave his cock and spray my lips and into my open mouth. He started to jerk his cock letting any cum he had stored up splash into my mouth and against my lips and cheeks. He let me go and i leaned against the passenger side door breathing heavy eyes watery, trying to understand what I just did.
“Just as I thought. You love sucking cock just like a girl. He reached over and grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the compartment and lit one and placing it into between his lips before starting the car. I looked down realizing I was still un the underwear, and he was driving away from my clothes. I watched my clothes fade into the background of the wooded area. Cum staining my lips and cheeks, wearing a pair of black panties. I was watching my old life fading as well. My life changed the second I willingly opened my mouth.

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Heidi’s All Grown Up 2

This is the second installment in the story of Heidi. Please let me know if this one is good, and if the comments are good, I’ll publish Chapter 3. Once again, please be nice.Heidi’s All Grown Up: Ch 2
Lily heard Peter come into the small house they shared. She smiled at her handsome, strapping son, thinking that he was nothing like the cruel lord who had beaten her unconscious and then made her have a baby. She had no idea what he had done to her while she lay at his mercy, only that when she awoke, she was bleeding from between her legs, too. She was already bleeding from several cuts and scratches he had inflicted, as well as very sore from the large number of deep and painful bruises he had given her. She had been only fourteen when he did this, and had only just begun to get her moon cycles. Her mother had not even had the chance to give her the talk every mother must give her daughter, telling her how to care for herself. So when she found blood between her legs too, she had simply assumed he had beaten her there as well as everywhere else. Lily’s mother, Janelle, had realized what the bastard had done to her tender young daughter, and they had fled that same night. For six months Janelle kept them moving, ever afraid that the lord would pursue them. When it became too dangerous for Lily to travel any more, they came upon a small village at the foot of the Alps. Janelle knew well the stigma that she and her daughter faced in such a small village, but they were out of the reach of the lord, and that was all that mattered. Indeed, the village people were less than kind to the mother and daughter that had fetched up on their doors. They were small-town people, with small-town views. The townspeople told Janelle that Lily was damned for leaving her husband, and the child would be damned and a bastard as well. This view was only encouraged by the local priest, who was a venomous old snake, more eager to spit at the poor ladies than pray for their souls.
After a few days, Janelle had been surprised to receive a visitor at the room they were staying in. The man who came calling introduced himself as John. He did not give a surname, saying that the townspeople simply knew him as the man of the mountain, despite the fact that he had only moved in about five years ago, having been discharged from the king’s service.
John told Janelle that he had heard of Janelle and Lily from the goatherd, who was also the town gossip. He said that he had come to her with a proposition. If she and Lily would cook his meals and wash his clothing, he would see to it that they would have a warm place to stay. Thinking that John had wanted them to stay with him, and also thinking that he probably wanted more than hot meals and clean clothing, Janelle was understandably wary. Had they just escaped the clutches of one bastard, only to run into the grasp of another? Nevertheless, she had agreed, realizing that she and Lily had nowhere else to go.
As soon as she had agreed, John moved into action. He arranged a room with one of the nicer ladies of the town and helped Janelle move her and Lily’s things in. He then began to get to work, building a small cabin for the two women, with a little extra room for the coming baby. He had not told Janelle that he was building a house, just that he needed to make further arrangements. He had also hired a couple of young men to help him with the construction from the money he had saved from when he was in the king’s army. While Janelle and Lily made sure that John had hot meals and clean clothing every night, he worked hard every day for two months, constructing a snug home for them.
When he was finished, John brought Janelle and Lily up to their new home on the mountain. By now, Lily was very far along in her pregnancy, and she grew tired very quickly, so John had carried her most of the way. He had arranged for one of the young men who had been helping him build the cabin to take their things up in a wagon later in the day. When Janelle saw the beautiful cabin, and John told her that it was for her and her daughter, Janelle had broken down in tears. She threw herself into John’s arms and kissed him fiercely. Fortunately, he had put Lily down some minutes before. He had returned her kiss eagerly, feeling paid in full for all of the hard work he had put into making sure that the destitute women had a place of their own. He didn’t know what had prompted their flight, but he knew it had to be desperate to cause two women, one of them fifteen and pregnant, to undertake a journey alone off to parts unknown. Hearing of Janelle and Lily’s plight had aroused his pity, as well as his admiration for their bravery. Janelle had found John’s house the next few evenings, and had made sure that he knew just how grateful she was for his kindness.
John helped them get settled into their new home before winter arrived. He had also shared some of his produce from his garden and regularly gave them half of whatever he hunted, just keeping the hides to cure and sell for money. In return, all he had asked was that they continued to wash his clothing and cook the occasional meal. Janelle had eagerly agreed, occasionally visiting John to deliver his evening meal and make sure it was hot enough. Shortly before winter settled in, Lily went into labor. Knowing nothing about babies, John had run down the mountain to fetch the elderly midwife and help her up to the house. When the midwife asked him to build a fire to warm cloths in, he had built a roaring fire, just as nervous as if it was his own child being birthed. When Lily had gotten to the final stages of her labor, it had been John’s hand she nearly crushed. And when Peter had made his entrance into the world, John had had tears in his own eyes, too. At the same time, the midwife had some bad news for Lily. The beating and rape that she had suffered had left her barren. She would bear no more children.
John had done his best to take care of Janelle, Lily and Peter, always keeping his relationship with Janelle discreet, as she had wished. He had never let Peter know just how proud he was of the boy, but Lily knew, and had tried to cultivate a friendship, if not a real father-son relationship with him. He had taught Peter how to hunt and track, as well as introducing him to tending at least the couple of goats that he had. When Peter had turned six, John had arranged for the old goatherd, that gossipy old man, to take Peter on as an apprentice. Lily had been grateful that John had done his best to secure a future for her son, despite the fact that they were in no way related. Peter had looked up to John as a father figure, and she was glad.
When Heidi had come to live with John, he had been terrified. He had no experience with raising girls. His wife had divorced him when she had decided that he was more married to the army life than he was to her. His daughters had been twins, and were just babies when his wife left. As a result, he had had no hand in raising his two daughters. When Nikki had shown up and informed him of his daughters’ marriage, and her and her husbands’ death in an accident, it had been the first word he had had of either of his daughters since his wife had divorced him twenty-five years ago. This time, John had turned to Lily and Janelle for help, needing the advice of the two women, one because she had raised a girl successfully, and the other because it had not been all that long since she had been a girl herself. Lily had come to see Heidi as a daughter, and had been thrilled when she and Peter had hit it off so well.
When Nikki had taken Heidi away, Lily had seen how despondent Peter was. She had thought it was just a boy missing his best friend, and had assumed that he would snap out of it soon. As the months had passed and Peter continued to mope about, Lily had been beside herself with worry. She hadn’t known how to reach her depressed son. Then, when Heidi had come back a year later and Peter had been so happy, she knew that everything was alright.
When Heidi had begun to have her moon cycles, John had asked Lily to give her the mother’s talk, since Janelle had been ill. Lily had done her best, but her mother had never given her the full talk, assuming that Lily knew very well how she had come to be pregnant. She certainly couldn’t tell Heidi what it meant to mate with a man, since she had been unconscious the only time she had!
Three months later, despite John’s best efforts, Janelle’s illness got worse, and she lost her battle with it. John had been devastated. He had come to love Janelle very much, and losing her had hurt him more than anyone else knew. He hid his pain behind his stern shield, never letting anyone see the depth of his sorrow at losing his lover.
Peter came through the door of his home and saw his very pretty mother at their table, preparing dinner. As he walked in the door, he took a moment to really see just how attractive his mother was. She stood at 5’6”, only a little taller than his beloved Heidi. Chestnut hair topped her crystal blue eyes. She had a lovely, porcelain complexion, and a ready smile. Having birthed and nursed a baby, her breasts were a little larger than Heidi’s, but still firm with all the work she did to keep them fed and comfortable. A slim waist flowed into curvy hips that seemed to naturally draw a man’s gaze. Her legs were slim but strong and well-defined. She had always lavished him with love. He knew she had given birth to him at a very young age, but did not know anything about the exact circumstances. He had no idea who his father was, nor did he wish to. The one time he had asked his grandmother, he had been five. She had turned white, and whispered that that was not a discussion for young ears. He had never gotten up the nerve to ask again.
Lily turned and smiled at her son, welcoming him home. “Good evening, Peter. How was your day today? Did Heidi go with you?” she asked innocently. At the thought of just how his day had gone earlier, Peter’s manhood began to thicken just a little. “Yes, Mother. Heidi did go with me today, and we really enjoyed each other’s company.” he replied. He walked over and kissed his mother hello. As he did, he found himself noticing just how soft and sweet his mother’s lips were. He drew back, not sure what to do with this feeling. She was his mother, after all. He rested his hands on her shoulders. “Mother, you seem to have a lot of tight spots in your neck and shoulders. Would you like me to rub your shoulders, try to work some of them out?” he asked. She replied, “Oh Peter, that would be nice.” Peter began to gently massage his mother’s neck and shoulders, just trying to work some of the tension out of her tightly knotted muscles. He knew that washing clothes sometimes left her very tense. As he worked, Lily began to flex her shoulders and moan with contentment, enjoying her son’s gentle touch. When he finished, she stood and gave her son a hug. Peter wrapped his arms around his petit mother, enjoying the feeling of his mother’s warm, soft body against his. Drawing back from the embrace, Peter smiled down at his mother. “How would you like if I continued what I’ve just started?” he asked. Lily returned his smile. “What do you mean?” “If you’d like, I could massage your whole back, really relaxing you.” “But Peter, I have to finish dinner.” she replied. Peter smiled softly at his mother and gently kissed her again. “Dinner can wait.” he murmured.
Leading his mother into her room by the hand, he paused to get a bottle of oil he had been saving. It had a light floral fragrance that he really liked. He turned to his mother. “You know, for this to really work, you should take your clothes off.” He said. “Why?” she asked. He guestured toward her dress. “Your dress gets in the way of my hands. I’ll be able to do a better job if you take it off.” He replied. He truly had no intention of doing anything else than making his lovely mother feel more relaxed. Lily thought about it for a moment, and agreed. She made Peter leave the room so she could disrobe, then covered herself entirely. Then she told him he could come back in.
When Peter came into the room he had undressed too, so that he wouldn’t get oil on his clothing. He smiled at the sight of his mother, wrapped in all her blankets. “Mother, if I’m to massage your back, perhaps you should be on your stomach, and maybe with less blankets?” he suggested. She giggled a little at that and flipped onto her stomach, adjusting the blankets as she did so that they were at waist level. When she did, she accidentally gave Peter a glimpse of her creamy breasts. Peter struggled to make no sign of what he had just seen, and instead concentrated on pulling the blankets down the rest of the way until they were bunched at the foot of her bed. Then he knelt next to her on the bed, reaching for the oil. He poured a little of the lotion into his palm and worked it into his hands, wanting to soften them a little. Then he reached for her shoulders, continued what he had started earlier.
Peter began to really enjoy the massage he was giving his mother. He loved hearing her moan and sigh her contentment. He worked down her back, just looking to relax and comfort her. As he did so, he began to notice how soft her skin was, and how it so readily responded to his touch.
As Peter worked on her back, Lily began to get a strange feeling. She felt warm and tingly, but not just where Peter was touching. She felt a slight warmth between her legs. She had only felt this way once before, when she was a child and had watched two of the lord’s horses mate. She had started to feel her secret place tingle and tighten, and had felt the strangest trickle of wetness. At first, she had thought it was her moon cycle, but when she had gotten home, there was no telltale red on her panties, just dampness. Lily didn’t know what the warm sensation was, but she didn’t want it to stop.
When Peter reached her waist, Lily hesitantly asked, “Peter, would you mind massaging my legs next? They’re a little sore tonight.” Peter smiled and readily assented. Turning around so he faced her feet, he started at her soles and worked his way up, adjusting his position when he needed to. He gently worked the muscles of her calves and moved to her strong thighs. As he did so, he noticed that he could see directly up to his mother’s womanhood. He blushed and looked away quickly, his manhood growing hard again, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he found himself peeking back furtively. When Peter reached the apex of her thigh, he exerted just a little pressure, asking her to open her legs a little more for him. When she complied, he continued to massage her, but this time just an inch from his mother’s beckoning womanhood. Peter moved smoothly to his mother’s behind, massaging the large muscles there also. When he finished massaging her bottom, he hesitantly asked his mother, “Would you like me to massage your front as well?” “Mmm, that would feel nice,” his mother mumbled, almost asleep due to her son’s tender ministrations.
Moving aside so she could turn over, Peter gasped as his mother’s body was revealed to him. Misunderstanding the cause of his swift intake of breath, Lily’s eyes snapped open. “Are you alright, Peter?” she asked. “Oh, Mother. I’m more than alright. You’re beautiful!” he whispered. Lily blushed. “Oh, Peter, I’m not beautiful. There are many women out there who make me look like the plain sparrow I am.” Peter couldn’t believe his ears. “Mother, the only woman I know who can hold a candle to you is Heidi. You know how I feel about her, and that I want to marry her, but if it were not for the fact that you are my mother, I would ask for your hand.” he replied earnestly. “I love you, and I wish you could truly see how beautiful I think you are.” Lily smiled. “That’s very nice of you Peter.”
Peter could see that he was not going to convince her, so he left off. Starting at her shoulders again, he worked his strong hands down his mother’s arms and hands, massaging each one until they were relaxed and pliant against the sheets. Next, he placed his hands just above the swell of her bountiful breasts, holding his breath as he did so. When her only response was a smile and a moan, he boldly slid his hands down until they rested fully upon his mother’s breasts. His innocent mother didn’t react, so he began to fondle and massage his mother’s creamy breasts. He gently rolled her nipples in his fingers, remembering how much Heidi had enjoyed this earlier. Lily began to really moan and gasp now, nearly overwhelmed at the pleasureable sensations her son was causing in her. Suddenly, she felt warmth and wetness engulf her sensitive nipple. Opening her eyes, she was shocked to see Peter nursing at her breast, as he had done years ago! “Peter, what are you doing?” the shocked woman moaned. Peter lifted up and smiled. “Does this feel good?” he asked. “Yes,” his mother replied. “Then that’s what I’m doing.” he smiled. And with that, he returned to suckling at her sweet nipples. He tongued and nibbled at her sensitive peaks, relishing her moans and cries of pleasure. He had no idea that there was anything wrong or sinful about what he was doing, since he had never set foot in the village church.
Lily was lost in a world of new sensations. She had never felt such pleasure. She hadn’t even known that such feelings were possible!
While Peter licked and sucked at his mother’s breasts, he moved his thigh a little further up from where it lay between her thighs. When he did, his strong thigh came into contact with his the apex of her thighs. Peter was shocked to feel the wetness there. Drawing away from her soft breasts, he looked down to where his thigh now pressed to his mother’s womanhood. He could see that the lips of her sex were drawn back, and the inner lips were visible. He moved down his mother’s body until he could look at her womanhood more closely. Upon looking closely, he was amazed to see that her womanhood was wet, glistening with her juices. Curious at what her juice would taste like, he licked from the bottom of her womanhood all the way to the top, unknowingly licking over her engorged button. As he passed his tongue over her sensitive sex, Lily arched her back and cried out the loudest yet! “Ah, Peter! That feels so good!” Encouraged by her cries, Peter again licked her from bottom to top, and was again rewarded with a pleasured cry. So he continued to lick at her soft, wet flesh. He worked to discover what made her moan and what made her writhe. He soon realized that there was a small button, no larger than the tip of his pinky, that she seemed to really react to when he touched it. He also soon discovered that there was an opening, from which all of her juices seemed to flow. When he licked at that engorged tip and pushed his finger into the opening, Lily suddenly felt the forces within her reach a crest. She cried out: “Peter! What’s happening?” And recognizing his mother’s reaction for the same thing that he and Heidi had experienced earlier that day, he raised his head to watch his mother moan and writhe her way through her first orgasm.
When Lily finally came down from the wave she had been riding, she looked down her body to see her son smiling, a truly pleased expression on his drenched face. Then Peter got up and crawled his way up his mother’s body to kiss her deeply. Lily returned his kiss eagerly, wrapping her legs around his trim waist. When she did, her womanhood suddenly came into contact with Peter’s rock-hard manhood, and the head sank into her warmth a little. Peter groaned and his hips unconsciously pushed forward slightly. At feeling the pleasurable invasion, Lily cried out and lifted her hips to meet Peter’s slight push. In this way, Peter penetrated a woman for the first time. Each slight thrust of his hips was met with one of his mother’s.
Lily groaned at the feeling of her son’s thick manhood penetrating her. She had never experienced such mind-blowing sensations! Peter lifted his hips, moaning again at the feelings coursing through him. Her sheath pulsed and gripped him tightly, surrounding his manhood completely. He pushed forward again, lost in the pleasure they were both experiencing. With that, Peter made sweet love to his mother. He could hear her pleasured cries as well as his own. Grasping her hips, he began to slide slowly into and out of her soft womanhood, moaning again at the incredible sensations. With a few strokes, Peter began to feel the surge building within him. He moved faster, wanting to feel that exhilarating rush again. Lily was meeting each of his powerful thrusts with one of her own. Her body knew what it was doing, even if she didn’t!
Suddenly, Lily felt a wave of pleasure wash over her again. Her already tight sheath clenched around her son’s thick manhood, engulfing him in the same wave. Lily screamed her pleasure, crying out: “Peter! Oh, Peter!” Peter met her sudden increase in intensity, feeling the surge rising even more. “Mother! It’s happening! Here it comes!” he cried. And with that, his manhood erupted, filling his mother with his thick, creamy come. He thrust a few more times into her, wanting to feel her sweet warmth, drawing the sensations out. Then, overcome, he collapsed, but landed on his elbows, not wanting to crush his delicate mother below him.
He lifted up a little, and smiled at the beautiful woman under him. She returned his smile with a shaky one of her own. Then he gingerly lifted his hips and withdrew his deflated manhood from his mother’s still-twitching sheath. Lily moaned a little at the loss.
Peter fully pulled out, and then collapsed onto his side on the bed, putting his arm around his mother’s waist. “Mother, that was incredible. I don’t have the words to tell you just how wonderful that was.” he whispered. Lily smiled at Peter. “I’ve never felt like that before, either. I didn’t even know it was possible.” Peter was confused. He knew how life started, having seen the goats he tended mating, and the results later. His mother had given birth to him, shouldn’t she know how it had happened? “Mother, I don’t understand. Didn’t you experience something like this with my father?” he asked innocently. Lily dropped her blue eyes from her son’s grey ones. “I’m sorry, Peter. I should have told you this much sooner.” Peter was shocked to see tears fill his mother’s crystal eyes. He got worried, thinking perhaps it was best he didn’t know. Lily sat up and turned away from her son’s gaze, using her chestnut hair as a shield. Peter sat up too, and, taking his mother into his strong arms, he whispered into her hair. “It’s alright, Mother. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Lily sighed. “No, I need to tell you this. You should at least know who your father is.”
With that, Lily told Peter of who his father was, and the events that had precipitated his birth. At hearing of the brutal beating and rape of his mother, Peter felt a powerful rage come over him. When she told him of John’s kindness, and the close relationship he and his grandmother Janelle had had, he was overcome with wonder. Why had a perfect stranger taken pity on two desperate women, even going to the extent of building and giving them a house! Although he looked up to the man of the mountain, and saw him as a father figure, he had never before realized just how kind and loving he really was. He was also incredibly proud, that his mother would have the bravery to flee her home and everything she knew to try at a new life away from her abuser.
When Lily finished telling him of his origin, and how they had come to live where they were, she simply stayed silent. She had no idea what to do, now that her terrible secret was out. Peter touched her shoulder softly, turning her to face him. When Lily raised her blue eyes to his grey ones, he was surprised to see the apprehension there. Wanting to comfort her, he pulled his mother into his arms, embracing her tightly. “Why are you afraid?” he asked. Lily softly replied, “I could not bear to see the hate you must feel for me.” Peter was confused. “Why should I hate you?” he asked. Lily sighed and dropped her gaze. “When the lord I served beat me, he told me that it was my fault. He said that I had driven him to it, that I had given him cheek,” she whispered. Peter tipped her chin up until he could look into her eyes again. “Never blame yourself for being a victim,” he said firmly. Then leaning down, he kissed her tenderly, trying to put all he felt, all his admiration for the woman in his arms, into the kiss. Lily leaned into the kiss, feeling the intense emotion Peter had put into it. She was so grateful that her son had not repudiated her for her past.
Peter drew back from the kiss, shaking a little. He desperately wanted to show his mother how much he loved her. Seeing the soft smile on her face, he smiled too, then bent down and kissed her again, this time gently seeking entrance into her sweet mouth. Lily sighed softly and allowed him the entrance he sought. Turning more fully into his arms, she pulled him close, running her fingers through his black hair and loving the soft texture. Peter moaned at the feeling of his mother’s fingers running over his scalp and caressing his ears, causing shivers to run down his spine. He slid a hand over her breast, seeking her tender nipple. When he found it, he began to gently roll and tug on it with his strong fingers. Lily moaned and shifted so he had better access to her soft flesh, her own fingers seeking his nipples almost hidden in the muscle and rich tan of his chest. She shyly ran her fingers over the flat button, glancing up at him as she did so. Encouraged by his smile, she leaned in and ran her tongue over it. Peter sucked in her breath at the sensual touch. Lily heard his soft gasp and it encouraged her even more. Smiling up at him, she pushed at his chest gently, wanting to explore a man’s body for the first time. Peter returned her smile and obliged, lying back on the sheets to give her full access to his body.
Lily leaned over her son’s chest, marveling at the strong muscles their life had given her son. He had worked hard most of his young life, and it showed in the muscled strength of his body. He was not overly large, but had well-defined muscles without a hint of spare flesh. She ran her fingers over his chest, marveling that this strong body before her had once come from hers. She trailed her fingers over his rippling stomach and small waist. Then she leaned over and ran her tongue over his manly nipple again. Peter gasped and moaned a little. Lily smiled at his reaction, and then moved lower, wanting to see what else made him moan. She kissed her way over his flat stomach and reached the forest of black pubic hair just a little below. Lifting up a little, she looked at her son’s uncut manhood for the first time since he was a toddler. She touched it gently, marveling at the soft skin that covered his shaft. As his manhood stiffened, it gradually emerged from its protective foreskin. Lily gazed at the soft, spongy head. As she watched, a drop of pearly fluid emerged from the slit at the tip. Curious, she leaned in and licked the drop off, tasting a man’s cream for the first time. Peter moaned at the feel of her mouth at it came into contact with his erection. Encouraged by his moans, she then licked around his head and slid her mouth over his hard shaft. She gently fondled his big balls and ran her hands over the thick shaft that sprouted above them.
Peter looked down his body and groaned at the sight of his mother working his manhood. He loved that she had decided she wanted to explore his body, but at the same time, he wanted to explore hers too! He had so enjoyed the taste of her sweet womanhood! Smiling, he realized that maybe they could both get what they wanted.
Stroking a hand tenderly through her hair, he very gently pulled her off his erection and told her: “I want to taste you, now.” Lily frowned, reluctant to give up her pleasurable explorations. Seeing her frown, Peter smiled. “Don’t worry, I’m not asking you to stop. I just want you to move a little.” And he then pulled her into a position so her womanhood was positioned over his face and her own face was facing his hard shaft. “See? Now we can both get at what we want.” And with that, he pulled her hips down just a little more and licked her from top to bottom. Lily moaned, her back arching with the new pleasure, and then turned her attention back to the pleasure looking her in the eye. She slid her mouth back over him, swirling and fluttering her tongue as she did. Peter moaned too, and then concentrated on tasting and pleasing his mother. Using his hands and tongue, he then set out to find out what made her moan and what made her writhe. Lily began trying to see just how much of her son’s large manhood she could fit in her mouth. She slid him to the back of her mouth and tried to see if she could swallow him, but he hit her gag reflex and she had to back off, coughing a little. She decided to not try that again, but concentrate on working her tongue over him. At every drop of pearly come that emerged from his winking eye, she felt her womanhood tense a little, and release just a little of her own juice.
Meanwhile, Peter was doing a little tasting of his own. He had found that very sensitive tip again and discovered that his mother reacted most favorably to having him gently run his tongue and nibble on it. Concentrating on the small nub, he began to really work that wonderful, small spot. Suddenly, his mother pulled her mouth off his manhood and cried out loudly and her womanhood released a flood of sweet cream. When she stopped coming, Lily pulled her hips away and sat up. Still shaking a little, she moved so that she was straddling Peter’s hips. She smiled down at her son and, taking him in hand, placed his head at her entrance. Peter moaned at the warmth that began to engulf his shaft and tried to lay very still, allowing his mother to take the lead and pleasure herself. Lily closed her eyes as she sank down on her son’s engorged manhood, the thick shaft filling her depths. Seating herself fully, she just sat there for a moment, allowing herself to enjoy the sensation of the thick erection impaling her. Peter couldn’t resist reaching up and placing his hands over his mother’s large, creamy breasts. At his touch, she opened her eyes and smiled into Peter’s. Then she began to lift up again, not wanting to wait to make her son reach his peak. As she moved over his manhood, Peter let go of her breasts and grasped her hips, guiding her as she slid over his erection. Their cries and moaned mingled, creating a sweet harmony as they made love to each other.
Peter moved his hips faster as he felt himself reaching his peak for the fourth time that day. He had never experienced so much pleasure in one day! This time, he could feel the tension as his eruption drew closer and closer. Then, feeling like a cup that had just been filled to overflowing, he suddenly pulled her mother close and drove his tongue into her mouth in a deep kiss. At the same time, he began really moving her hips, pulling her in incredibly tight as his manhood swelled even thicker and began pulsing with his ejaculation. Lily pulled away from the kiss to scream her pleasure as her son came inside her for the second time, his eruption causing her own to happen. Her sheath tightened incredibly with the force of her orgasm, causing Peter to cry out too. Then he moved her just a few strokes more and she collapsed onto his chest, panting and trembling.
Peter pulled her close and stroked his hand over her hair, enjoying the feeling of each and every tremor as it coursed through her body. At the same time, he felt just the smallest stab of regret that this precious moment hadn’t been shared with his beloved Heidi. Would she be upset at the events that had just taken place?
Lily slipped herself off of her son and curled up beside him. He cuddled in behind her, and pulled her in close as they drifted off to sleep.

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Visiting family continues

If you read my last entry then you know my brother and I are much closer now. Now all I can think about is what I want to do to him. How I want to please him.

“OUR BOYFRIEND”

Our Boyfriend
By Blueheatt
__ When a daughter brings home a new young boyfriend from school, she find her mom’s interest in him sparks some long talks with her mom. Mom had favored him to be her daughters first sex partner….but first she wants to ‘teach’ them a few ‘things‘.
__Each afternoon after school Trish’s mom took her and Tony up stairs and started teaching them ‘things’. Secrets that were not to be shared with Tony’s parents, teachers at school or in fact anyone except the three of them. Trish and Tony felt very special to be mom’s selected ones to receive these ‘adult’ secrets. They both made sure that no one knew about this. They were both very excited and any ‘sex talk’ made them both feel…horny, and they both wanted to ‘experiment’ as young people do.
Mom…..
I saw a chance in Trish and Tony, to correct things I had not known about when I was their age. They were both perfect at that ’experimental’ age. I had a husband and twin sister who understood me very well. My outlook at sex had brought us all immense pleasure.
I wasn’t going to have a daughter of mine left in the dark about sex. If she was old enough to ask a question, she deserved an answer. She knew I would give her a true answer to any question she might have.
Myself and my twin sister, well we were left in the dark and became ‘street wise’ the hard way. We overcame all the bull we were told or not told and found ourselves being ‘natural’. We liked sex because it felt good, plain and simple. We found out how to make baby’s and controlled our futures. When we were young we found that rubbing our pussy’s felt good, so we did it…in private.
My wonderful husband understood us and just let us be ourselves. When we met, he wanted to have sex with both of us….so we all did. (and still do…shhhhh)
Now back to Trish and Tony. I deal with my urges, and I have….. some I don’t share with sister or my husband. I’ve had private talks with Trish and she has some of mine too, even when she was younger. Now at her present age we share some of those urges. I never had brothers and never got play sex games with them like other girls did. Other girl would tell me about their brother and how they played Dr., then feeling each other and more.
Trish told me when she was younger how she found a neighbor hood boy she got to play with. She did many things with him. I was very envious and ask her for all the details. She told me everything they did. I got so hot listening as she described everything in vivid detail. She saw me getting all aroused and said she would try and get me a young guy play to with. I at first said no, I’m fine Trish, I had your dad to play with. Then she said: “Why not?”
I explained all the reasons ‘why not’ and she said: “ …but what if know body knew?” I had no reply for her.
I was lying to her and myself. I really want a young guy to play with bad. Screw taboo, I had a huge urge to have sex play with a young guy. She found Tony and brought him home. She talked to me private. Tony likes you mom. He likes your nice full tits and says you are sexy. Tony likes older women and he says it’s his weakness. He’s seen you before and says he gets erections over you mom.
When she said that I lost it.
I said: “Look Trish.” I pulled my dress up and showed her my wet pussy. Her eyes went wild looking at my pussy. “That is so hot mom, Tony’s making you all turned on. If Tony saw that…omg… I know he’d get an erection so fast….. “
She shouldn’t have said that…..I got a hot flash like no other….I had to have Tony anyway I could….
At 3pm school let out and Tony was suppose to come over, I put on a pair of shorts on, tight fit, a tiny top and lots of perfume. I met Tony at the door and kissed him hello…..I had not done this before. He gulped… and kissed me back but let his tongue graze my lips…my heart started pumping hard. I returned the kiss only I stepped forward and felt his erection…..while we tongue kissed I pushed my vagina into his hardon…..I whispered in his ear: (“Trisha won’t be home for another two hours, we’d better go up to my bedroom and……talk..”)
He followed me to the bedroom with his hands on my waist and ass. I hadn’t had a boy do that in while….I took a big breath and stopped at the top of the stairs….I turn around and…..look at that gorgeous face, …I….. kissed him with my tongue going wild…..I held his face with one hand and went for his hardon with the other….
I don’t know what got into me!…..I had to have him….I turned around….. and he grabbed my breasts…I closed my eyes and he started kissing my neck. His hand slowly went bare skin on my breast while the other slipped down my front to my pubic hair….I held on to his hips while he found my clit….oh it felt warm…..I parted my legs and relaxed myself and a slight wiggle….
We ended up next to my bed as he lowered me down……we kissed…I ran out of breath…..I just had to have him as I undid my shorts….he already had his hardon out…I took my shorts and panties clear off just as he slipped his hardon in…..oh my god….it was huge. He started in kissing me and slow pumped me….I wrapped my legs around his legs…..my daughter will have a fit if she finds out. Oh heaven I have the guy I want….his face is all red with the excitement and he speeds up. I dig my heels in his legs…..he has the youth and it shows. I rub his back and he drives it in deeper….oh…oh…my god he going to cum….I squeeze him with all I have and…..there it is…
…..a mega cum over and over again….I like it oh how I like it…..I can’t get enough of him…..
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We sneak around and fucked as much as possible….my daughter found her true love elsewhere. We rented a room for him in our house. Late at night I sneak into his room and we continue our love affair….he likes to get me from behind…..I suck him till he begs me to stop…..
Like my husband doesn’t know it…..a-hum….I wake him and do him too….

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A Simple Need

Dressed in a tailor fitted, three piece black suit he approaches the open bedroom door. A fat Coheba cigar between his fingers, atop his head a charcoal fedora, cocked in such a way to hide his amazingly blue eyes. A simple white box is tucked securely under one arm. Knuckles tap gently on the hard wood of the door before a foot is placed on the plush carpet. A queen size, four post bed centers the candlelit room. The scent of cinnamon invades his nostrils, a hint of vanilla trailing behind. The sound of water makes its way around a glass wall to find his attentive ears. His movements are silent as he places the box on the stark white bed spread before making his way around the well designed barrier that blocks the bathroom.
“There you are, Beautiful.”
A striking brunette relaxes in a claw foot tub filled to the brim with hot water, her hair pulled back in a loose bun. With a smile her gray eyes search for his blues, but he refuses her.
“Looking for me?” She asks sweetly.
“Of course.” He disappears behind the wall again.
“There’s room for two.” She hints, but gets no response. “Alex?”
Still, no answer. Moving slow to disturb the water as little as possible, she draws her naked body from its warmth. A soft white towel wraps around her middle as she rounds the wall, finding the man standing beside the bed. His fingertips graze the top of the box, calling her attention to it.
“I brought you something to wear.” He snuffs the cigar before leaving the room.
Her eyes linger at the doorway for a moment, her fingers eagerly peeling open the box. Led by spars lighting, Alex takes his time passing through the house, giving his love of the night plenty of time to prepare herself. Leisurely walking through the living room, he is directed to the kitchen by a quiet yellow light pouring in through the doorway. Intuition alone leads him to the champagne glasses, already knowing a bottle waits in the refrigerator. Continuing his deliberately slow pace, he makes his way back to the bedroom.
The soft clank of glass announces his return. She gives the mirror one last inspection before presenting herself at the foot of the bed. His eyes start at her feet and her perfectly polished toenails, on to her strong legs unmarked by so much as a childhood scar. The white satin corset steals his attention, enhancing her already curvy waist line. Dark hair pours over her shoulders and down her back. He continues upward, showing her those baby blues. A shy smile slips to her lips.
“You look wonderful.” He reads her mind.
He pours the champagne and beckons her with a held out glass. She takes it with a nervous hand, standing inches away from him. His hand trails down her rib cage and across her hip, resting on the small of her back pressing her into him as his hot mouth meets the base of her neck.
“This is your fantasy.” He whispers softly in her ear. “This is what you want.” His lips leave her when his arms push her a length away. “Take it off.” His voice takes on a firm tone.
A softly trembling hand places the champagne glass on the nightstand. Twisting her slender arms, her fingers reach for the elaborate spine of the garment catching a loose end of ribbon. A gentle pull unravels the simple bow that holds the negligee tight against her body. With careful twists and pulls of her digits the ribbon gradually slips from the eyelets, revealing bare skin inch by inch. The lack of clothing brings with it a rise in her diffidence causing her already tentative pace to slow even more, testing the man who sits before her. With an effortless yet commanding tug on the delicate nightie he tells her to stop wasting time. The lacing undone to the middle of her back the trim which holds it all together begins to slide with more ease, leaving the top loose enough to play peek a boo. Allowing lust to get the best of him, Alex fills his right hand with a breast, enjoying the touch of her soft skin against his faintly rough palm. Her hesitation melts away with his caress, fingers working a faster pace to shed what little clothing shields her body, permitting it to fall to the floor at her feet.
Naked in front of him, he adores her body. His lips leave small, wet kisses up and down her breastbone, venturing to her navel before traveling back up again. Thumb and forefinger find an erect nipple, eager for attention. They pinch and pull hard enough to force her to follow, his free hand on her back pressing her into him. Teeth graze the skin of her ribs, a wet tongue leaving a sloppy trail as it makes its way to her perfectly round breast easily trading places with his fingers. Ardently, the hand glides down her stomach falling upon her beautifully shaven slit. A thumb invites itself to enjoy her warmth digging between her swollen lips, teasing her threshold for a trice before slipping back up to the clitoris. His mouth molests her tit, tongue moistening the skin and allowing the air to cover the trail with goosebumps. Lips attach themselves around her nipple instantly becoming a vacuum, his tongue rapidly circling itself clockwise around her teat while his thumb performs counter clockwise circles on her button. Her back arches, thrusting herself into him, her hands finding his shoulders and begin to rub, squeeze, massage. Thumb still occupied his hand twists in such a way to dig two fingers between her lips, loitering at her entrance. She whimpers and tries to force penetration, but he denies her, withdrawing completely. Her whimpers turn to whines as his mouth pulls away as well.
Gently nudging her aside he finds his feet, his six foot even height easily toppling her tiny five foot four inch frame. With little effort a hand buried in her hair guides her to the bed where she is bent over, her lovely ass silently calling to him. A smile instantly brightens his face as she immediately pulls her knees under her, spreading them to lower herself to the perfect height. The hand slips from her hair pressing affectionately on her spine as it slithers down her back, grabbing her rump before his thumb sinks into her wetness once more. Letting go of control, her body pushes against him, her face buried in the blanket to muffle her moans. The sound of his zipper evades her attention as he undresses his now throbbing cock. His thumb is plucked from her hole quickly and he drives himself inside without warning, timing it perfectly with her back thrust. Thick hair pours over her body as her head flies back, hands solidly planted on the mattress, arms fully extended to proudly flaunt her chest. Anything but quiet she begs for more as he settles on a rather hurried pace, his patience gone. Refusing her participation an arm wraps around her hips, holding her place as he bends to hover over her. Low, guttural grunts fill her left ear, teeth biting playfully on her shoulder as his meat pummels into her. The weight of his chest against her back forces her to her elbows, dropping a breast directly into his hand. Fingers search wildly for her nipple, his free hand returning to her mound to press on her sensitive clit.
Her moans turn to whimpers amazed at how quickly he’s brought her to her edge. She attempts to reign herself in, wanting badly to wait for him. He clearly has other plans, drilling her with his member while the pinching, pulling, pressing of his skillful fingers send sensations through her body, demanding every drop of her attention. Losing her battle an orgasm crashes into her, vibrating what feels like every nerve ending she possesses. The forgiving bed catches her head, her elbows unwilling to support her weight while he continues to bore into her clenched opening, enjoying her inaudible calls to him. Hands find her hips fastidiously pulling her onto him as he thrusts into her, no longer concerned with her pleasure or pain. Sincerely narrow minded he concentrates solely on her muscles throbbing around his dick, the hard squeeze he drives into releasing as her wall is slammed, pulling from him his own climax. She smiles, feeling every one of his four spurts as he quickly loses steam and rests against her. Heart pounding in his chest in harmony with hers, lips leave sweet kisses on her neck and shoulders. He takes his time catching his breath. When self control is regained he stands at full height, removing his member from her warmth with a hidden smile hearing her sigh at the emptiness.
“Clean me.” He orders, his voice emotionless.
Rolling over she pulls herself to a sitting position, immediately swallowing his cock sucking their mixed juices in one thrust. With a delicate touch she puts him away and closes the door. He straightens his suit and remembers his cigar in the ashtray. Bending to reach for his fedora he places a soft kiss on her cheek before turning away, leaving as silently as he arrived.

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Race to Pee

The first half or so of this story was written by my good friend SecretWetLife on ExperienceProject. My contributions were limited to details, but all writing credit goes to her. When the down and dirty starts, so does my writing.

Sequel to Eve and the Peeping Tom

Several people commented on my story of “Eve and the Peeping Tom”, saying that I set the story up but didn’t have enough sex and abuse. Accordingly, I’ve written this story more or less as a continuation of my previous.
It will probably make better reading if you go to the first story before reading this one, however it is not necessary if you just wish to continue reading this one now that you’re here.
I’ll just once again warn that this story has extremely cruel and sadistic passages, so if you are going to be turned off by that sort of thing, stop now and look for something more playful.
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During the first few days after her meeting with the Peeping Tom and his friends, Eve was terrified that they would phone her while her husband was at home. This didn’t happen though, and after the first week had elapsed, she began to relax and settle back into the normal flow of life.
Indeed the second and third weeks also passed by without any word from the men who had used her so roughly and so crudely. Up until this point, Eve had been happy not to have heard from them, but towards the end of the fourth week, when she knew that her husband’s night shift was imminent, she began to have regrets that the men had seemingly treated the event as a once only occasion, and that it seemed she would never have any further such wild and debauched experiences.
Perhaps that was just as well too. She had needed to be so careful for her husband not to see the marks of the whips that had so decorated her body after that last session. She’d worn shirts buttoned up to her neck, long nighties at bedtime, she’d made sure the door was locked whenever she’d taken a shower, and had needed to feign a minor illness to keep her husband at bay until her bruises and abrasions had disappeared.
Eventually the day came around when her husband, Rob, was due to go once more onto night shift for a couple of days. There had been no further news of the Peeping Tom who had been active in the town, and Rob now felt less worried about leaving his wife alone for the couple of nights.
Eve, for her part, assured her husband that she would be safely inside the house with the windows closed and the doors locked.
That evening, as the time approached eight o’clock, Rob got himself ready to leave for work, and shortly later Eve was kissing him goodnight and watching the car drive away. She was about to close the front door and go back inside the house when it occurred to her that they hadn’t brought in the evening newspaper.
Lightly skipping down the path, Eve extricated the newspaper from where it was jammed in the gate, and as she did so she glanced each way along the road. A car was parked just a couple of doors along, and with a fright she saw Tom step out and begin walking towards her.
Eve was transfixed and stood waiting with a turmoil of mixed emotions racing through her brain.
“Is your husband back on night shift?” the man quietly asked as he came face to face with Eve.
“Yes,” Eve murmured, with feelings of sexual excitement now beginning to overwhelm her.
“Come and get in the car,” the man commanded, and Eve opened the gate and, newspaper still in hand, followed the man and got into his car with him.
“We’ve got everything ready and are all waiting for you,” the man laughed with a slight mocking tone as they drove away.
Eve was scared but also tremendously excited. It was so very, very wrong what she was doing, but she couldn’t help herself.
The journey took just a few minutes before they pulled into the driveway of a house. Eve and the pervert were just alighting from the car when the door of the house opened and the other two men, who she recognised from that torrid sex session of a month earlier, came to excitedly greet her.
All three men kissed her lovingly, their tongues slipping into her mouth and meeting Eve’s own tongue which responded with lustful love.
Being led into the house, Eve gasped to find two other men waiting for her. “We’ve got extra cocks for you this time,” Tom laughingly told her, then addressing the extra two men, he told them that “this is the fucking slut we told you about. She loves sucking cock and being fucked, and best of all the slut loves it rough.” To demonstrate this latter point Tom told Eve to lift her chin, then when she had done so he gave her a resounding slap across her face.
“You filthy fucking bitch,” he sneered at her as Eve gasped.
The blow had stung her face but Eve felt the same conflicting emotions of sexual lustfulness along with some element of fear.
“See, the fucking whore loves it,’ Tom laughed as Eve docilely stood before him, and he gave her a couple more playful slaps.
All five men were now stripping naked and Eve’s clothes were half taken off and half ripped from her body so that in just moments she was standing naked amidst the five men whose massive cocks were all hard and swaying out in front of their bodies.
Eve now began to be fucked and fucked and fucked, pussy, mouth and ass, with the five men constantly swapping positions because, with five of them, two were at any one time, missing out and were eager to get their cocks inside Eve’s body.
After some time of heaving Eve’s body this way and that, and fucking and mauling her all over, it was suggested that it was time to have a bit of fun hurting her. Accordingly, all five men took up short leather whips and, completely surrounding Eve, they began to viciously flog and lash her body.
Eve was soon howling and screaming. She could do nothing to protect herself, if she moved away from one sadist she was only moving in range of another, and if she turned from one lash it was only to face others.
The men flogged and thrashed her, urging each other on, and being urged on by Eve’s screaming and her obvious suffering.
The cruel leather whips bit and stung Eve’s soft, pale flesh, leaving glowing red welts all over her body. Soon her entire body was disfigured with fiery red stripes criss-crossing her ass, her belly, her breasts, and her thighs.
Eve’s screams were becoming frantic and uncontrollable as the horrendous and ghastly pain raged through her body. Her pretty little face was contorted with pain and the tears ran freely, running down her cheeks and adding to the men’s desire to cruelly hurt this soft, tender, and very lovely woman.
Eventually, but not before Eve had collapsed on the floor in a state of semi-consciousness, the flogging ceased and the men now fussed over her in order to restore her enough for the next onslaught of cruel, sadistic abuse.
Eve’s body was so sore and still stinging and aching as she was helped to her feet and had her face sponged with cold water and was given something to drink.
“We’re going to burn you next,” she was told as her wrists and ankles were all secured with leather straps securely wrapped several times around her limbs and fastened with sturdy buckles.
Her arms were first stretched out above her head and the straps secured to fastenings on the wall, then her legs were stretched wide apart and she was lifted into the air as these latter fastenings were attached to further fastenings on the side walls. She was now stretched out in a horizontal spread eagled position suspended in the air by her arms and legs.
The men then emptied out a bag of large, wax candles onto the floor and taking matches, began to light up two candles each.
Soon the hot flames were beginning to melt the wax of the candles so that the hot, molten wax pooled around the hot flame.
The guys waited until all candles were holding a good pool of the boiling wax. They surrounded Eve and carefully held their candles over her body, one directly above her small, round breasts, one over her belly, one right above her gaping and wet pussy, and the last two poised above the stretched out inner thighs of their victim.
Every area that the sadists aimed for with the boiling wax, was the softest and most tender places on Eve’s body.
The men were laughing and chuckling with glee, fully aware of the ghastly pain which Eve was about to experience.
“OK, ready,” one of the guys laughingly asked the others as he glanced around at their grinning countenances.
“One, two, three – burn you fucking bitch!” he cried happily and the ten large candles all tipped in unison, pouring the hot, searing wax onto Eve’s naked and helpless body.
The screams that Eve gave out were ear piercing and gave a good indication of the hideous pain that she was experiencing.
“Ha, ha! Listen to the fucking bitch!” one of the guys exclaimed with great delight. The others laughingly agreed and were thrilled at Eve’s frantic screeching and lurching about as she hung there suspended on the straps, her eyes wide and her her mouth wide open as her howls and shrieks pierced the air.
The men were laughing and filled with great satisfaction as they stood commenting on the extravagant reaction that they’d inspired in their victim.
Of course at the same time the men were all holding their candles upright again in order to let more of the cruel, burning wax pool about the hot flames.
The boiling, and burning, molten wax was soon being randomly dripped over Eve’s body, each time producing lurching struggles to get free, along with gasping, crying, howling, and always tearful, screams and shrieks of pain.
That horror for Eve, and pleasure for the men, continued until the candles were almost spent, and Eve’s body was caked with the now solidified wax.
Snuffing the candles out, the men took up a number or riding crops and beat the wax from Eve’s body until it was all gone and her flesh showed through red and blotchy from the burning of the hot wax. Looking at her, and remembering how soft and pale and tender her skin had appeared before they started work on her, the men felt very satisfied at the red and beaten look that Eve’s flesh had now taken on.
Soon Eve was ready for the next torment that the men had prepared for her. They brought out a simple timber chair that they had worked on and made a couple of significant additions to. Eve gasped when she saw what they had done. In the middle of the seat towards the front, the men had bored two holes and mounted two huge, fat, rubber dildos, strategically placed to line up with Eve’s vagina and anus when she was seated upon the chair.
“Oh my goodness!” Eve gasped, and protested that the dildos were way too large.
Her protests were ignored as one of the men smeared a liberal amount of grease, first on the dildos, and then on and in Eve’s pussy and ass.
Men stood either side of Eve, and each with a hand behind her back and the other under her thighs, lifted her up in a sitting position.
Holding her over the special chair, the men moved her into position so that the two dildos located into her two holes. They then slowly, and at the same time jostling her body slightly to aid penetration of the huge, fat dildos, released her weight so that she slowly sat down and the dildos pressed into her two cavities under the weight of her own body.
“Ah!, Oh! Ooo! Oh my God!” she gasped as the dildos stretched her holes so very wide as they pressed further and further into her body.
The dildos, while being huge in diameter, were not excessively long; the one in her pussy was perhaps eight inches, while the one up her ass was somewhat longer – perhaps ten inches. Being of a nice flexible rubber the dildos took up the correct angles and flexed as they pushed all the way into the depths of Eve’s body. Finally her bottom coming down onto the seat of the chair, indicating that the monster cocks had stretched her to the maximum, and had forced their way right the way up her two cavities.
Eve sat there panting and, to tell the truth, feeling very pleased with herself as she sat there feeling stuffed full both up her pussy and up her backside.
This position seated on the stretching chair was only half of the fun. The men produced a high efficiency vacuum pump connected by tubes to two clear plastic suction cups which were about twice the size of Eve’s modestly proportioned breasts.
A smear of grease around the perimeter of her breasts helped establish the initial seal as the mechanism set up a low and regular pumping sound and the connecting tubes vibrated slightly.
It only took a minute before Eve began to feel the strange sensation in her breasts as the air was evacuated in the cups and her body’s own blood pressure began to swell her breasts.
The five men were all huddled around her watching her breasts intently, as was Eve watching with great interest herself.
“You can see them starting to swell now,” one of the men commented. The other men murmured their agreement as they continued to peer into the clear plastic cups at Eve’s now swelling breasts.
Brr..brr.brr.brr… the pump continued working.
Eve, her head pressed forward as she looked down and studied her ever swelling breasts with as much interest as the five men, commented that it made her feel decidedly strange.
“Wait until you see what we do with your nipples, once your tits can go no further,” one of the men laughed.
“What, what!” Eve exclaimed with undisguised excitement.
The men teased her more but wouldn’t explain further.
The rate of swelling in Eve’s breasts had now slowed up as the pump, having rapidly produced a vacuum in the cups, now worked to gradually increase the vacuum more and more.
After almost half an hour of pumping, Eve’s breasts had reached immense proportions relative to their normal size. They now in fact filled the entire cups and her nipples pressed into the removable caps which were situated at the apex of each plastic cup.
These two caps were now removed by the men and her nipples, which were normally relatively large but were now even more swollen, poked out allowing the men to quickly screw on two large and long containers. Already, Eve’s breasts were beginning to slightly decrease in size, however the operation of swapping the caps had been so rapid, and with the vacuum pump now working to evacuate the two new containers, they soon began to swell again and pressed up to once more fill the breast cups.
Eve now watched, along with the fascinated men, as her nipples began to swell and swell and swell to huge, unnatural, and obscene size, eventually attaining a length of some two inches and perhaps three quarters of an inch in diameter.
“Oh my dear God!” Eve muttered for the twentieth time, so amazed and fascinated was she with the bizarre things the men were doing with her breasts.
Next, Eve was told to stand up and the men, one on either side of her, took her hands. She began to lift herself off the chair but the dildos were so large and firmly inserted up both pussy and ass that the chair lifted off the floor with her.
The men all laughed uproariously and Eve grinned and laughed along with them.
Sitting down again, Eve placed her hands down on the edges of the seat and again, slowly, began to lift herself off the seat. This time she felt the huge dildos slowly easing out of her two fuck holes, and heard the oozing slurp sound as they pulled out of her body.
Once off the two dildos she was made to bend over, and the men bending and squatting behind her, marvelled at the two huge, gaping chasms of her pussy and ass. She looked so fantastically used with her gaping holes and with her two fantastically stretched breasts with the bizarrely huge teats hanging down with the vacuum pump still working relentlessly on them.
One man smeared some of the grease remaining on the chair, onto his hand and almost immediately was able to work all four fingers into Eve’s pussy. A little more twisting and pushing and his thumb tucked in alongside his fingers in her juice oozing hole. Moments later, with a little pressure, and lots of sighing and lustful moans from Eve, his entire hand disappeared up into her vagina.
The man then began to slowly drag his hand out, stretching her hole obscenely.
In again, out again, in once more. Eve was moaning in delight at this treatment.
In the man’s hand plunged, easily now as her pussy stretched to accommodate this fist fucking.
Inside her body, the hand formed into a fist which the man slowly dragged out of Eve’s hole, stretching the flesh even further and coming out with an obscene slurping pop.
“I wonder if the fucking whore can take a fist up her ass,” another of the men mused.
Greasing up his hand, along with Eve’s already dildo stretched ass, he began by inserting three fingers in that opening.
Slowly, slowly Eve’s anus was stretched and stretched. Four fingers now were entering into her anal passage and twisting, turning, pumping all the time.
Tucking his thumb between his fingers, Eve’s ass was now made to take that extra digit. She moaned and groaned in an ecstasy of lust with the fist continually pumping and pumping in and out of her lusting and juice dribbling pussy, and the fingers beginning to be pressed, with some pressure, further into her ass so that eventually, with an extra shove, the skin around her anal hole stretched and stretched sensationally so that her asshole began to engulf the main knuckles of the man’s hand and moments later the entire hand entered her body and slid up into her intestinal canal.
“Oh my God!” Eve panted and gasped. It had hurt her but the pain was all a part of her lustful desire to be abused.
The two men then both dragged their clenched fists, in unison, from Eve’s body.
“Ah!, Oh!, Ooo!” Eve panted and moaned.
Soon the two fists were pumping and fucking into her two incredibly stretched holes. Vigorously. Rapidly. Squelching. Slurping.
Another of the men positioned himself before Eve’s head. She needed no encouragement and began sucking and licking and devouring his fabulous, gorgeous big, hard cock. The man grabbed a handful of Eve’s glossy, black hair and thrust her head down hard onto his lusting, rampant cock so that it plunged down her throat.
The automatic reaction of Eve’s body was to try to vomit the cock out. Her throat and stomach muscles heaved in a reaching action. Her eyes stared and tears ran down over her cheeks as she flailed about with her arms and slowly choked and suffocated.
The man had no care whatsoever for her well being, she was simply an object for him to fuck and abuse, and so her just kept vigorously fucking her mouth and throat.
The other men all laughed and cheered him on as he fucked and fucked, almost viciously now, down Eve’s throat. The two fist fucking her had not for a moment let up on their work as their fists continued to plunge into her, by now, fantastically gaping holes.
Eve, on the verge of losing consciousness, was saved by the man reaching his climax and pumping his semen deep down into Eve’s throat.
He then pulled his cock from her head and Eve gasping and choking, gulped mouthfuls of air into her lungs.
Eve soon recovered and continued to stand in her bending position while the two men continued on and on, fisting her pussy and ass, more and more vigorously and, in the case of her ass, deeper and deeper until the mans forearm was disappearing more than half of its length up into Eve’s intestinal passage.
“I thought that we were going to stretch the fucking bitch,” one of the men asked questioningly.
“Yes,” a couple of the others agreed, and there was general consensus about the next game for which they’d subject Eve to.
The men stripped Eve’s breasts of the vacuum equipment, and she stood there with breasts twice their normal size, and with obscenely distended nipples protruding out in front of her like a couple of pegs on which to hang hats or coats.
“What time do we need to get you home cunt?” one of the men asked Eve as he gave her face a couple of slaps.
Eve flinched and replied that her husband was on a twelve hour shift so there was plenty more time for them to use her. The man glanced at the clock and saw that they’d had her for just over three hours so he knew indeed that there was plenty of time yet for torturing and abusing this slut.
The men had prearranged this torture for Eve, and had earlier secured two heavy hooks into the ceiling.
Eve was told to hold out her hands for the men to fasten leather straps around her wrists; she willingly complied and stood there holding her arms out and watching as the men fastened the straps.
Next, ropes were secured to the straps and looped up over the hooks in the ceiling. That done, two men, one either side of Eve, easily lifted her small weight off the ground and up onto their shoulders while two others took up the slack in the ropes and tied the ends off also to Eve’s wrist straps.
Eve lurched a little as she balanced up on the men’s shoulders. She giggled and bade them to be careful and not let her fall. Any chance of her falling was only momentary though, as moments later the roped were secured and held her steady.
The two men holding her aloft then crouched slightly so that Eve’s weight was gently taken up onto the ropes so that she was left hanging in mid air suspended and hanging by her outstretched arms.
Eve felt the immediate ache of her arms and shoulders as she hung, some three or four feet off the floor, like a side of meat in an abattoir.
“How’s that,” one of the men asked with a laugh.
“Not too good,” Eve replied, pulling a face as her arms hurt her already.
The men quickly secured a spreader rod to Eve’s ankles, and once that was in place, hung several small sandbags over the bar.
The weight of the sandbags was enough to really strain Eve’s arms and wrench constantly at her shoulders, elbows, hips and knees. “A-rr,a-rr, a-rrh, she gasped and groaned in anguish.”
One of the men began to fist fuck her pussy as several more sandbags added to the weight dragging through Eve’s entire body.
Eve was panting and gasping with pain. “No more! no more! God, I can’t take this!” she gasped out a word at a time in a staccato fashion as she struggled to breath and take the awful pain that was driving viciously through her body, making her feel as if her arm, legs, indeed her entire body would disjoint and come to pieces.
Putting on a rubber glove, and taking a paste of chili powder which the men had earlier mixed, one of the men began smearing the burning paste over Eve’s still abnormally distended breasts so that she was soon screaming frantically and writhing and twisting with the ghastly pain which made her breasts feel as if they were on fire.
Eve’s frantic screaming filled the room. “Fuck!” the men exclaimed. “We’d better shut the fucking bitch up,” and they stuffed a large, red, plastic ball-gag in her mouth and tightly buckled the straps behind her neck.
Eve’s eyes were staring in a panic of terror, her head heaved from side to side, her body was lurching about to the small degree that her ropes and the substantial weight dragging on her body would allow.
The men took up the leather lashes and the man who had been constantly fist fucking Eve’s pussy now pulled his fist from her body with a loud slurping noise and stood well back.
The lashes began to strike viciously and savagely all over Eve’s horribly suffering body.
More and more, harder and harder the terrible biting lashes of the leather rained down upon the soft flesh until Eve’s head lolled forward in a completely senseless state.
The weight of the sandbags was removed and Eve’s limp body was unshackled and lowered to the floor. One of the men then easily lifted her small body and the other men followed in his wake as he took the still limp body and sat it in the shower recess.
The cold water poured over Eve for some half a minute before, with shuddering tremors she regained consciousness and simply broke out into uncontrollable crying and sobbing.
Eventually Eve regained her senses and was allowed to adjust the warmth of the water and spend some considerable time showering and washing as she tried, largely unsuccessfully, to ease the pain that still racked her body.
The men left Eve to her own devices while they retired from the bathroom to go and make coffee. They were still sitting around drinking and discussing the nights events when Eve finally appeared in the doorway, wrapped in a large, fluffy towel.
The men were relieved to find that, other than limping slightly, being red and puffy all over her body and literally covered in red stripes and abrasions, Eve seemed to have survived their sadistic onslaughts. She was soon divested of the towel and was kneeling on all fours as the men took turns in fucking the hole of their choice – either pussy, ass or mouth, and indeed in some cases alternating between all three.
Eve, in spite of the aching and extreme tenderness that she experienced, was soon gasping and panting lustfully as her own sensual sensations were driven higher and higher until she was madly gasping and moaning in the delights of almost continual orgasm, either sucking lovingly and deeply, or pumping her body in unison with the fucking motions of the men who were continually fucking her.
Finally the last of the men gushed his sperm into Eve’s body to add to that of the four men who had preceded him. Eve then slumped to the floor panting and sighing with delighted happiness.

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The Dancer 3

Wow I’m Glad people are liking this story 😀 Here is part three. If you havn’t already read the first two i would suggest you do otherwise it may get confusing. Sorry about the lack of sex in this one, it picks up in the next one 🙂

Letting him in (Part 2)

Hi everyone! This is the second part that I’m working on. I’m still working on bring the story together. Feedback is welcomed and encouraged. Thank you for reading and enjoy!

Releasing the beast in her – Part 1

How was I going to explain to my wife?
It was Wednesday and I was just driving home after landing back in the UK having just returned from three months working in New Zealand and discovered that I needed to have a meeting in London late Friday afternoon and into the evening with two of the team I had been working with on a previous project in Japan!
The only way around it, I thought, was to take her with me. As the meeting was scheduled for a Friday I planned to give her a weekend in London which may soften the blow.
To say she was not impressed was an understatement. However, with the offer of a weekend in London at the expense of my company (or so she thought) she let up and agreed. I explained to her that we would get to London early Friday afternoon and book into the hotel. She could go out shopping for a few hours while I met the guys at three. We should finish the main part of the meeting by five, six at the latest. We would then be having a meal together. My wife was reluctant about that but I said the guys were really looking forward to meeting her, so she finally agreed. I promised her everything would be fine and that while she was out shopping she should buy herself a new dress for the evening to go with the new lingerie I’d bought her which consisted of two lovely matching sets of thong, suspender belt and strapless low cut bra in red and black.
That evening over a couple of bottles of wine we discussed the weekend and I told her that a suite had been booked for us for the weekend as it was all that was available due to the short notice – which she thought she could cope with!! We also discussed the meal on Friday night and whether she would wear the red or black outfit. After much debate she decided to wear the red so I pushed my luck and suggested that she try on the black outfit to make sure it fitted. After me being away for three months she was more than up for trying the outfit on as like me she was thinking this is going to end up with her having the ass fucked off her – probably literally since that has been her preference for the past couple of years. If I know her she has given herself a good enema and had a nice long bath too in preparation.
My wife disappeared upstairs and ten minutes later came down wearing her black satin night shirt which came to about half way down her thighs. She stood in the middle of the room with her long legs slightly apart which caused a small enough gap in the night shirt to show the tops of the sheer black stockings she had put on. She had also put on a pair of black high heels for wonderful effect. She stood there and rocked her slender hips teasingly while slowly untying the tie holding the shirt closed. My cock was eagerly stirring in my pants.
Once the tie was undone she very slowly eased the night shirt apart to display her scantily clad shapely body which was in quite good nick for a 38 year old woman who’d had three children. Although her workouts at the gym three times a week certainly helped.
The low cut bra accentuated her 36D tits and the thong did very little to hide her hairy mound. She had threatened to shave her cunt on many occasions just to wind me up as she knows how much I love how hairy she is and the feel of it on my face when I’m licking her out. She slipped her night shirt off her shoulders, stepped toward me and slowly turned around and bent over and leaned on the coffee table right in front of me. What a sight, her tight peach of an ass was an arms length away from me with the thin strap of the thong slipped right into her ass crack and I could now see the lips of her cunt easing out each side of the thong strap. I started to move and she raised her foot up and planted her high heel into my chest. “Easy tiger,” she said, “you just wait until I say you can touch.”
I eased myself back into the sofa and just admired the sight in front of me. She parted her legs slightly and slipped her hand through and let her middle finger trace a path up and down her ass crack along the thong strap while swaying her ass back and forth. I was now supporting a raging hard on which was painfully stuck in my pants that I just wanted to release and slip straight into her. But she had other thoughts, so I just sat back and watched. She let her finger trace along her cunt lips and it was then I could see the faint traces of damp on the strap as she was getting turned on and her cunt started to get wet. She toyed with her clit through the thin material before sliding her finger along her cunt and through her ass crack once again stopping to play lightly above her little puckered hole. She continued this little dance with her finger for a short while and my cock was screaming to be released from its tight confine when she knelt up on the coffee table and said, ”lick me.”
I was not going to turn down an offer like that.
I eased myself forward and caressed each ass cheek lightly, pulling them gently apart to open up her crack and give me better access to her cunt and ass. I licked over the thin material from her clit, right along her cunt lips, over her little asshole and up her crack. Soaking the material even more than she had already done with her earlier finger dance. I then slid a finger under the thong strap and pulled it to one side fully exposing her wet cunt and ass. Bending forward I blew gently onto to her cunt lips before slowly licking her clit, along her cunt with the tip of my tongue slightly entering her and right around to her asshole which I started to tongue fuck, which she absolutely adores. After a few moments I went back and started to pay a lot of attention to her clit and cunt while I slipped my thumb completely up her ass and started to slowly fuck her ass while eating and licking for all I was worth. My thumb was gathering speed in and out of her ass as was my tongue on her clit. It wasn’t long before the tell tale signs of an orgasm were building and she screamed and shook on the table as her first orgasm of the evening rocked through her body. As she came down from her dizzy heights I slowly withdrew my thumb from her ass and stood up.
While my wife gathered her breath I stripped off my clothes and released my raging hard on from the tight confines of my pants, standing in front of her as she knelt on the coffee table. She immediately took the head of my cock into her mouth and slowly circled her tongue around and over the glans before slowly slipping it to the entrance of her throat and rocking gently she started to fuck her face on my cock. I kept still and let her control how much of my length she was taking in on each stroke. However, it wasn’t long before I couldn’t control myself and started to fuck her face pushing my cock head all the way to the back of her throat. Because of our position she gagged slightly but neither of us missed our stroke and we continued for a few more thrusts. My wife let my cock slip out of her mouth and said smiling, “let’s get in to a more fitting position.” With that she lay on the coffee table, stretched her arms behind her while lifting her feet into the air and grabbed the heels of her shoes. By pulling on her heels it lifted her chest off the table and raised her shoulders and head to a perfect height for me to slip my cock straight back into her mouth and this time her throat was nicely open for my cock to slip in balls deep. I began to fuck her throat for all I was worth, pulling out every few strokes to allow her to catch her breath before ploughing it back in until my balls hit her chin. I continued to fuck her throat until I felt a slight tightening in my balls and then stopped as I did not want to cum in her throat. Well not yet in any case I knew where I wanted my first load to go and that was deep into her cunt.
I pulled my cock out of her mouth and said, “delusions of grandeur?”
My wife looked up at me and grinned, “I’m game if you are.”
I should explain that delusions of grandeur is a term my wife and I use when we want to attempt to get cum in all three of her holes in one session. As a youngster this would not be a major feat as the powers of recovery after ejaculation are pretty good but then we didn’t know my wife liked having her ass fucked then, but now my recovery time is a little longer!! My wife also likes the position for another reason which I will explain shortly.
I lay down on the floor while my wife got down off the coffee table and straddled my prone body facing my feet. She squatted down on her knees and positioned herself over my eager cock ready for her reverse cowgirl. She grabbed my cock and positioned the head at the entrance to her now sopping wet cunt before sitting down and sliding it all the way and began to ride me for all she was worth. She leaned forward while she rode me to let my cock rub hard against her clit as she banged away as hard as she could to make sure she was getting every inch of me right up to the hilt. She also did this as she knew that I would then wet a couple of fingers and slip them right up her ass. We both love this as I can rub my fingers up and down my cock through the thin membrane between her holes as she rides me, raising the sensual feelings I get and she gets the feeling of having both holes filled at the same time. She has always fantasized about being double penetrated but we’ve never done anything about it.
It wasn’t long before I could feel the tension building in my balls through all the rough riding and rubbing going on and my wife knew it was coming too. And with that I rammed my cock up into her and shot load after load of hot steaming cum right into her void and as soon as she felt the first jet of cum hit her cervix she screamed and went into her second climax of the night. We both bucked and groaned as each load of cum shot out, releasing the tension in my balls and giving her that increasing liquid heat feeling in her cunt.
We both lay there gathering our breath from our climaxes and preparing ourselves for the next phase which is the part my wife really gets turned on by. My cock was starting to go flaccid and my cum was starting to ooze out of my wife’s cunt around it. She then raised herself up a little to let my cock flop out and with it a big load of cum dripped onto my wilting cock. She then proceeded to move her ass up my body to move into a 69. There was a wonderful sight of cum oozing out of her cunt as she moved up my body and dripping onto my stomach and chest. She then thrust her cunt onto my waiting mouth to make sure I got a mouthful of my cum dripping out of her (which is the part that really turns her on – as well as me). I eagerly licked and sucked on her dripping cunt and could taste our mixed juices while my wife proceeded to lick and suck my cum covered cock clean. While I continued to lick and suck her cunt and clit I slipped a couple of fingers back up her ass and started to finger fuck her as I knew this combination would not take too long to bring on her next orgasm. She in turn wet one of her fingers and started to wet and play with my asshole before slowly inserting her finger all the way in. We both eagerly licked, sucked, chewed and finger fucked each other until I could tell from the groans coming deep from within her that she was building up to her next orgasm. Then all of a sudden she thrust her cunt down hard onto my mouth, clamped her thighs to my head and ass to my fingers, arched her back, stiffened and screamed through another climax. Once it was over she fell off me and lay on the floor. “Fucking hell, that was so good” she managed to say in between shallow breaths.
“I can see we’re not going to get that up my ass at the moment”, she said. “Not that I think I’m ready for it right now, my knees are too weak to move”
“Well lets just lay here for a moment before we go up to bed and by then perhaps we’ll both be ready for a little ass fucking?” I said. With that I stared to play with my cock to begin the hoped for recovery and my wife watched on as she gathered her breath.
It was a good ten minutes later that my cock was again rock hard and my wife sat up and said, “it looks like you’re ready for action? I suppose you want to slide that up my ass now do you?”
“You bet and if I know you, you’re aching to get it up there too?”
As if to reply she raised herself up and leaned across the coffee table and stuck her ass invitingly in the air. Without hesitation I got up leaned over her ass and licked my tongue right up her ass crack before sliding it back down and inserted it into her asshole and began to tongue fuck her. After a few strokes I stood up and positioned myself ready to slide my cock into her very wet and very willing asshole. I put the head of my cock gently against her hole and applied pressure for the head to push open the puckered hole and it eased inside her. I pulled it out again and slowly did it again, and again, and again, driving my wife mad. On the next insertion though I leaned fully into her and sent my cock balls deep into her ass. She groaned with pleasure and pushed her ass back to make sure it was fully pushed home. We then got into our rhythm and were fucking each others brains out as we both rammed into each other to make sure she was getting every inch of pleasure she could ring out of my cock. As this was going to be my second orgasm of the night I lasted a good while before I could feel my balls tightening once more. I started to moan but my wife already knew I was getting ready to fill her ass and she started to rub her clit in anticipation of the soon to be warm feeling she was about to get deep within her rectum. With that I groaned, rammed my cock fully home and started to shoot my seed deep into her ass. With the feel of the hot liquid filling her hole and the rubbing of her clit she too screamed through another climax.
I eventually started to ease myself out of her slowly and she squeezed her ass muscles to make sure she got every drop of cum out of me. As my cock finally emerged it was followed by a dribble of cum from my wife’s asshole. Just like seeing it oozing out of her cunt earlier this creates and incredible creampie view that I can’t resist. I bend down and lick the cum from her ass and begin again to slip my tongue into her and tongue fuck her cum filled hole. Although this only lasted a few seconds as we are both so exhausted.
We eventually get up and went to bed and both fell straight to sleep.
It must have been a few hours later that something woke me up and then I realised what it was. It was that wonderful feeling of my wife’s mouth wrapped around my cock. She had woken up and slipped under the bed clothes and started to lick and suck on my cock which had already started to stiffen nicely. Although not yet fully hard she sank her lips to the base of my cock and started to use her tongue to great effect. With her lips fully clamped to the base of my cock it continued to grow and I felt the head enter her throat. I grabbed her head with both hands and started to force it deeper into her throat and fuck her face. With my cock now fully erect it was right into her throat and both of us were loving the feeling of the throat fucking.
Eventually my wife pushed herself off my cock, moaned and said, “Fuck my ass again, I want to feel that deep up my ass and adding more cum to my hole.”
I turned her onto her front, climbed on top of her and positioned the head of my cock at her slippery puckered hole. This time though I just ploughed it fully home. My wife screamed with pleasure and we both started to fuck roughly. Only this time the feel and sound of my cock sliding in and out of her already cum filled ass was unbelievable. The cum in her ass was squishing around my cock with each thrust and as well as the sound the feel of it swilling around my cock was fantastic. The sound of the cum squirting around my cock was filling the room and we were both moaning and groaning with the unbelievable feeling it was creating. We quickened our pace and my wife was playing with her clit while I pumped away at her ass. Our groans got louder and quicker and it wasn’t long before I was shooting another load of hot cum into her cum filled hole. The second load sent her over the edge and she groaned through another orgasm. As my ejaculation ended I slowly withdrew my cock and once again my wife’s ass muscles made sure she squeezed every last drop from me. As my cock emerged my wife’s well fucked ass it looked pummelled but was well covered in the remnants of my cum. I once again licked her ass clean and as I moved to lie next to her she sat up and leaned over and took my cock in her mouth and cleaned all the remnants of cum from it. We had a long lingering kiss before we lay back down and went straight to sleep.
To be continued…………………..

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Family Love – Chapter I

A Stormy Night
Sasha laid in bed, having a feeling she’d had a many times lately. She was sixteen, and for the past two years she’d been getting tingles and warm fuzzy feelings all throughout her body. Soon after she started getting them she’d got a boyfriend as well, it didn’t start out like most relationships though, especially for their age, they were both fourteen, and in one night they realized how deep a connection they shared, they had gone to school together their whole lives, and after that night, an amazing night of making love their connection got deeper than one could between any two people.
After that night, Sasha started feeling hot more and more, she would get wet sometimes for seemingly no reason, her boyfriend and her made love lots still, and spent time alone together every chance they got. But some nights he wasn’t there, and on those nights, she’d find a way to satisfy herself until the next time they were together. Of course it wasn’t as good as it was with him, it was like he knew her body, and how to bring her to her high just as much as he knew himself, and she felt the same about him.
Thinking about him made it worse, and just as she started to touch her breasts through her night shirt a loud clap of thunder came and lingered, dying down slowly. She looked across the room, checking to make sure her younger sister was still asleep. She didn’t like sharing a room with her little sister, being that she was only thirteen and a light sleeper, not to mention she was scared of everything.
She determined that Sara was still asleep and slid her hand up her shirt, gently kneading her own breast, her other hand joining it as she played with them, pretending it was her boyfriend. She lightly pinched her nipples, telling herself she couldn’t take it further incase Sara woke up, but she couldn’t help herself, the risk of getting caught made it hotter and drove her forward, her hand slowly sliding down her stomach, teasing herself. There was another clap of thunder as her hand reached her panties, as she touched her pussy through them she checked again to make sure her sister was asleep.
She saw her eyes closed, and began rubbing herself, watching her sister, knowing at any moment she could wake up and shed be caught rubbing herself by her little sister. It felt like it was getting hotter, she pushed her blanket down, leaving only her sheet, her panties getting wetter, her moans trying to escape. She was fighting a losing battle at keeping them inside. Her brain was telling her to stop, but her shaven pussy was commanding she keeping going and do more.
Thunder clapped louder than it had yet as Sasha pushed her hand under her panties, soft moans escaping her as she touched her very wet vagina. It felt like the storm was going with her pleasure, as she got faster, the thunder got louder and more frequent, she shut her eyes for a moment and just as she was about to cum she felt eyes upon her.
Sasha stopped. She knew what was happening, she was getting caught. She opened her eyes and saw her little thirteen year old sister walking towards her bed. But she couldn’t retract her hand, her fingers still at the entrance of her pussy.
“Sissy,” her little sisters cute voice said, “I’m ascared of the storm, do you think I can sleep with you, at least until it’s over?”
Even in the lightning Sasha could see her sister’s pouting lips and glazed over eyes, she knew her sister was deeply frightened and hadn’t the heart to turn her away, no matter how close to orgasm she was. “Of course, Sara,” she replied, moving over, taking her hand out of her panties, and reaching for the blanket. As she grabbed the blanket she knew she’d have to pull it so the spot her wet fingers held were by her. She did so as her sister got into the small twin bed with her.
“Will you hold me, sis?” Sasha knew the risks of this, the only way to hold her was with the hand that had just been in her underwear. She kissed the back of her little sister’s head and put her arm around her, her fingers on the bed, not on her sister. Sasha also made sure to keep her vagina back from her sister’s butt, she knew herself and knew she liked to hump things when she was aroused, and didn’t want to do that to her little sister.
Her little sister moved her butt back into Sasha’s pelvic bone, nearly causing Sasha to hump back and hump her little sister’s little, soft, round butt until she came. But she resisted. Until her sister pushed her butt back, she couldn’t help but to pull her sister into her as she humped back and let out a soft moan.
Embarrassment took over, she felt like her cheeks were so red they’d be glowing. “What’s that?” her little sister asked. Sasha didn’t know how to respond, she fumbled over words making no sense at all. Her sister did it again and it drove Sasha insane. “That right there, that wet spot…and how come your fingers are wet sissy?”
A slight sigh of relief escaped Sasha’s lips, “That’s just milk, I spilt some earlier when I was reading, sorry sissy.”
She closed her eyes and a second later Sara said, “How come it’s just on two of your fingers though?”
“Okay, Sara…it’s not milk,” she knew she had to tell her sister, she’d be asking about it sooner or later any ways. Sasha was Sara’s age when she first started getting sensations, and she didn’t have anyone to talk to about it. “Sometimes…when you’re feeling all…” she paused for a moment, searching for the words.
“Tingly?” her sister finished for her. “Like, down there?”
“Yes, sis, just that. How do you know, have you felt this way before?”
A slight, “Mmhmm,” was all that she got out of Sara. Without controlling it at all Sasha’s hand slowly crept down her sister’s tummy. There were no words or actions from her sister, and she couldn’t stop. She knew what she was doing, and what she was going to do, but just couldn’t stop. When she reached the waistline of Sara’s panties, Sara interrupted, “Ummm, sissy…what are you doing?”
“Do you want me to show you what I do when I get this feeling?” Sara just nodded. Her hand was shaking as it slid over the young girls panties and softly cupped the young pussy. “Have you ever touched yourself here?” The young girl simply shook her head no. “Has anyone?”
“No sissy, just you..” Sasha could tell that Sara was just as nervous as her. She’d never considered herself bi, or thought of any other girls at attractive at all, but she couldn’t stop, she wanted her sister now, and she wouldn’t be rest until she got it. She began rubbing Sara’s little pussy slowly and gently, feeling it get wetter and hotter, turning her on more. With her free hand she pushed up the girl’s shirt and began kneading her breasts with her free hand, looking into her eyes. They were both trembling with nervousness.
“Do…do you like it little sis?” Her sister just nodded. Sasha didn’t know what came over her next, but she slowly closed her eyes and pressed her lips against Sara’s. It took Sara a moment to close hers and kiss back, soon they were locking lips as Sasha rubbed a little faster.
This was Sara’s first kiss, and it was with her sister as she rubbed her. She knew her panties were soaking, but she had never felt this tingly. She moaned in the kiss, and even more as she felt her big sister’s hand pull aside her panties and touch her bare pussy, at the same time her tongue slowly entered her mouth.
Sasha’s pussy felt like it was on fire as she touched her little sister’s bare pussy lips, and felt their tongues dance together. She knew her sister was a virgin, so didn’t dare enter her hole, but wanted to feel her shaking with excitement and ecstasy that go with a young girl’s first orgasm. Her finger slid between the young girls pussy lips as their kiss grew into a deep passionate loving kiss that only the deepest of lovers share. A kiss that she could only compare to the ones she shared with her boyfriend when they made love.
She moved her finger up and down her sister’s hot, wet slit. Hearing and feeling her sister moan as they kissed. She began humping her sister’s leg, already knowing her panties were soaking from her juices. As she humped the young leg faster, she used just her finger tip to go up and down Sara’s slit faster.
Sara broke the kiss of her sister, the pleasure being too great to kiss, needing to moan and let it out. The feeling of wetness on her leg brought about by her big sister’s panties intensifying the whole thing. She knew something was going to happen, but didn’t know what. It felt sort of like she was going to pee, though she went right before bed and didn’t feel this way up until that moment. She was scared that she would, she knew she couldn’t hold it in any longer, her sister was moving her finger up and down her slit way to fast.
Just as Sara thought she was gaining control over herself she felt Sasha’s lips lock onto her neck. She moaned loudly, her hands under her sister’s shirt, gripping her back as she got closer and closer, moaning louder and louder. She had to let her sister know, “Siiiiiiiis!” she moaned loudly, “Stooooop! I’m going to peeeee!”
Sasha heard her little sister’s moans, but also felt her body, and knew she was about to cum not pee. She sucked her neck harder and went even faster with her finger. Feeling how wet her young pussy was, how hot it was, how soft it was, it drove her over the edge and the feeling of her clit grinding on Sara’s pussy, even through the fabric of her panties, caused her to cum at the same time as her Sister did. Both girls moaned loudly as they came.
Sara’s orgasm was particularly extreme; her back arched farther than Sasha had ever actually seen a person arch their back. She slowly took away her finger, and didn’t know why but felt the urge to put it in her own mouth. She obliged to her own ambitions and was rewarded with the most succulent taste she had ever known. Now her only concern was tasting her young sister directly, but Sara had other plans.
For a young girl Sara was surprisingly strong, especially after cumming, but she managed to get her sister onto her back, and was in the same position Sasha had been in just a moment before. “I want to do that to you sis!” Sara said excitedly.
Sasha was in no position to argue as Sara pulled off her big sister’s shirt and kneaded her breasts. Their lips attached again as Sara eagerly pushed her hand down Sasha’s panties, rubbing her pussy wildly. The big sister wanted to tell her little one to slow down and teach her how to play, but that would have to wait, it was driving her insane. “Sara, with me…you can put a finger inside!!” Sasha exclaimed, immediately.
Instantly she felt her sister’s fingers poking, trying to find an entrance. It may have hurt Sasha a bit, but the excitement and pleasure of her own younger sister touching her vagina far outweighed any pain she could have imagined. She explored her little sister’s bare back, and Sara latched onto her big sisters neck, sucking hard.
Little, young fingers kept poking at her pussy, Sasha’ didn’t think Sara would ever find her entrance, but just when she was going to help she felt her little sister’s middle finger on her left hand push quickly into her pussy, all the way, as deep as it could go. Sasha inhaled sharply and started moaning louder than ever.
Sara knew what to do, she began thrusting her finger in and out quickly, looking at her sister, eyes shut, mouth agape as she moaned with pleasure. She felt her finger being clenched, like Sasha’s pussy was squeezing it, she knew her sister was doing the same thing she just had. She went faster.
Sasha’s nails slightly dug into Sara’s back as she came, moaning louder than ever, back arching just as Sara’s had. She understood the intense feeling her sister had. It was undoubtedly the best orgasm she’d ever had. And it didn’t seem to calm or slow down at all. As her sister fingered more, she came more, until her sister stopped, then her orgasm did too. She was sad but relieved, and suddenly overcome by a feeling of unearthly tired she’d never felt before either. Her sister collapsed onto her, their eyes closed, a consensual feeling of completeness.
And as they drifted off to dream land, her sister said something she had many times before, but for some reason it was completely different this time, “I love you, sissy.”

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