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Brenda

Author: male raised in a rural area with not much to do when growing up, luckily sex was a big part of life in those days.
While of average height and looks I was pretty tanned and toned due to an active outdoors lifestyle.
These stories are true and not embellished * but names have been changed as I still know some of the subjects 40 years later …
*This story is mostly true … I have just taken things a bit further than what actually happened by adding a bit of fantasy to the actual events.
Brenda
Brenda was a friend of my parents and was married to Tony, She was a very active sporty person involved in tennis, netball etc so she had a very well toned body with smallish breasts which suited her small frame.
She had married Tony several years before but Tony’s accident had put paid to their plans for a family as well as stopping his sporting endeavours.
Tony had been in a logging accident and had lost a leg, part of his hips and his penis so they had fashioned a bit of skin around his urethra so he could at least Pee standing up without pissing all over himself.
Tony couldn’t waterski any more but enjoyed driving his ski boat so had kept it after the accident so we could still have out summer holidays at the weir.
This true story happened when I was a teenager as my birthday was always enjoyed on our annual summer vacation camped on the waters edge of the large weir a full days drive from home.
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I woke at first light with the side of the tent bathing the insides in a soft creamy light, it was going to be a good day as it was my birthday and Tony and Brenda would be arriving with their boat so we would be spending the day water skiing.
It was a Sunday and the weather was glorious as I stepped outside into the gentle heat of the early morning, felt like it was going to be a hot one as well.
As I stretched I saw some movement over at mum and dads friends Lorraine and Johnny’s tent, Lorraine was backing through the tent flaps and her nightie was being pulled up her back exposing her loose white Panties to me and even better was that one side had pushed right into the crack of her bum showing me a great view of half of her pussy … I could actually see the dark curly hair and the pink gash … what a way to start the day.
My cock sprang to attention making my own private tent in the loose frontal section of my speedos making my half hard cock poke straight out in the loose material looking worse than it really was, I stood there slack jawed until Lorraine turned towards me and saw me staring.
Her face lit up as she bellowed “Happy Birthday Shamus” and rushed over to me giving me a huge hug squashing my head in between her big braless tits as my semi hard cock was pushed in between her legs against the pussy I had just witnessed.
If I wasn’t hard enough before I sure was now.
I really took no notice of the words gushing forth from her mouth, all I noticed was the warm womanly smell of her, those big tits swinging loosely against my head as she jiggled and my rock hard cock now pointing firmly upwards digging in to her slit.
She hadn’t said a word about my erection but had to know it was there, it was not possible not to feel my raging hard on pushing hard up against her pussy as it throbbed in the warmth of her crotch.
Up to now I had been standing there with my hands at my side and maybe it was my imagination as I was sure my cock was pushing inside her … I could feel the head surrounded like it was pushed just inside her hole, all I know was it was all too much for me and I could feel my sperm racing up the length of my cock and I grabbed her and thrust involuntarily as my spunk gushed out the end of my cock into my speedos planted firmly against the folds of her Pantie clad pussy.
I hung on tightly trying hard not to thrust as 5 or 6 strong jets of cum burst forth, Lorraine was pushing my shoulders back as my cock thrust against, or inside, her, my legs were shaking and I could do nothing to stop myself until the force of my orgasm subsided and my legs regained strength enough to make a run for it.
Lorraine was talking but I couldn’t look at her as I felt the bright red of my embarrassment wash over my face and I sprinted for the water close by and dove in wishing I could just stay on the bottom.
My Birthday was ruined!
As I ran out of breath I surfaced to see Lorraine standing knee deep in the water, the front of her Nightie pushed in to her slit and a small wet patch surrounding it.
I looked up at the concern on her face then she squatted down pulling the Nightie and Panties out of her self giving me another brief glimpse of her dark pubes and the open hole between her lips, “sorry Shamus … I didn’t realise … sorry” she stuttered.
I couldn’t believe it, she was saying sorry to me for me half raping her!
I fumbled out an apology blurting out” Sorry … when I felt it touching you I just could stop myself”
She giggled “and it felt like you got it about half way in as well”
Lorraine laughed and tussled my hair, “lets just keep this between ourselves OK” and squatted down into the water washing the cum stains from her Panties
The material went transparent and I groaned out loud as she rubbed her hand across her Panties, She furtively looked around then kneeled up until her Pussy was just clear of the water and pulled her Panties to one side giving me a close up view as she pushed two fingers inside herself then tousled my hair again saying “Happy Birthday … Lover” and giggled as she rose up and dived in.
She swam up beside me and was chatted for a while, I was hoping she would do something more but it looked like that was the start and end of it.
Johnny and my parents and sister soon came down to the waters edge to chat and wish me a Happy Birthday, I stayed in the water until my new hard on had calmed down then we both started to get out, Lorraine’s Nightie was plastered to her waist and her Panties where completely see thru allowing us a great view of her bum as she walked towards the tent, Johnny spoke loudly “ jesus Lorraine … you want to give the boy a heart attack or something ?”
“huh” she said turning round giving all of us a perfect view of her dark pink nipples, black curly pubes and open pink gash clearly visible through the light see thru material.
All of stared at her near nakedness until she looked down going bright red and bolted for the tent amid laughter and cheers … I just turned and dove back into the water with another hard on.
Tony and Brenda arrived with their boat a short time later and we spent the day enjoying the water skiing.
I was still as horny as a Mallee Bull and had never really perved on Mum and Dads friends before but this morning episode had really awakened my libido and I spent the day studying Lorraine and Brenda
Lorraine was a very tall woman with large breasts and wide hips, very open, sexual and flirty, mid to late thirties I had just never noticed before.
Brenda was very much the “girl next door” type, early thirties, short like me, dressed conservatively and didn’t really show much but you could make out a very firm and toned body, her new brown coloured Bikini was a tight fit on the edges but the material was very thin and billowy as if they had put a size 16 bikini into size 8 elastic.
I think it was styled in the parachute style that was the “In” thing at the time
It showed pretty much nothing at all, not even the size of her breasts could be guessed at, its one saving grace was that when it was wet the thin material clung to her shape and you could make out the exact shape of her nipples and could see the individual shapes of her pubes if the wet material was touching them.
Being the centre of attention all day did not give me a chance to head off into the forest for a quick wank to relieve the tension … I was near busting and having a hard time trying to keep it down.
After lunch time we took the boat and one of the cars over to the pub on the other side of the lake for a late lunch, it was a great spot with most people arriving by boat so plenty of perving material for me as 90% of the people were in their swimming costumes.
The adults all enjoyed a few drinks with the women all getting quite tipsy and we stayed a lot longer that normal … “as it was Shamus’s Birthday” so they said.
I think the only reason we even left was because a big dark cloud was heading our way and the wind had really picked up promising a big storm and the temperature had dropped markedly.
There was only 2 seats in the boat with any protection so when Mum, Dad, Lorraine, Johnny and my sister piled into the car there was no more room so I went in the boat with Brenda and Tony.
As soon as we hit the open water the spray washed over the boat so Brenda beckoned my to come forward and sit on her lap, it was a tight squeeze and my bum was forced back hard into her lap and I could feel the hard points of her nipples in my back as she hugged me too her to warm up but within a minute of the rough water she complained loudly that my bony bum was hurting too much so it might be a good idea to swap places.
We swapped round and I leant back in the seat to give her room as her knees where touching the bulkhead, this sat her bum right in my lap, lucky it was very cold.
Brenda was bouncing in my lap and the boat bucked over the small waves and my cock started to harden pushing out into my speedo’s “pouch”
I was warming up feeling the soft smooth bare skin of her back and thighs against me, I tried thinking of anything and everything apart from her body moulded against mine but my cock continued to lift up towards my stomach in its little pouch until the top surface of it touched the join between her upper thighs.
The waves were getting rougher and on one big bounce she lifted off my lap allowing my cock to point up further and it speared up between the gap in her legs against her crotch.
Brenda felt between her legs to see what was touching her and let out a loud ooh when she realised it was my cock she was touching whipping her hand away in fright.
We hit another big wave and she lifted off my lap again allowing my cock to move further in to the upright position and as she slammed down my cock pushed hard into her crotch and we both let out a very loud yelp as my stiff cock bent in half trapped in her crutch.
Tony yelled sorry and slowed the boat as my cock quickly deflated from the pain, Brenda half turned as if to say something but changed her mind and wiggled a bit until the pressure was off my softening cock.
It was going to be a long trip at this speed but it was a lot more comfortable now with just a gentle bouncing of the boat instead of the previous crashing we had experienced and at least my cock had gone down even if it was still trapped in the up position.
Yep, you guessed it … as the pain receded the same feelings began to resurface and my cock started to stiffen again pushing up against her crotch forcing it to bend in half as it grew, it wasn’t too bad as if it got too hard the pain would start and it would ease off.
The gentle bouncing had Brenda’s bum moving up and down a bit allowing my cock to bend and straighten but she wasn’t saying anything so I was hoping she wouldn’t get to upset with me.
A big bounce moved her forward so she pushed back into position and I felt the pressure release from my cock as it no longer bent.
Oh My God I thought … my cock must have either moved into the crack of her bum or had hit the deeper section of her crotch where her hole was.
Brenda bounced further forward again but my cock moved with her so I knew it must be trapped in her opening and that thought made my cock stiffen to its full hardness with no resistance.
I looked down at her bum and her bikini was still in position so my cock must be pushing the loose fabric up inside her … Oh My God, I was inside her pussy and a few seconds later the thought of it made me shoot my wad inside her as we bounced over the waves.
Luckily the bouncing must have hidden my thrusts as Brenda didn’t say anything but she had to know I was half embedded inside her vagina.
Oh my God I thought, I have cum with my cock touching 2 older ladies today.
My cock softened slightly but remained trapped inside her, the soft bouncing allowing it to moves in and out slightly … but then I realised the movement was more than it should be, Brenda was pushing against me so once again my cock hardened up .
Brenda was timing her thrusts with the bouncing … oh yeh … she was fucking me !!
The material reached its limit inside her when I was about ¾ of the way in so Brenda started sliding up and down my pole about an inch or so, god it felt good.
After a couple of minutes Brenda leaned forward and really moved up and down with the bouncing, my cock was getting about two inches of movement then I could feel her pussy gripping my shaft rhythmically as she came pushing me over the edge as well shooting another load deep inside her.
Brenda pushed herself up but couldn’t get far enough to remove my cock from her so she adjusted her Bikini and plopped back down again, my cock gradually softened a fair bit but the bouncing was sliding my cock in and out of her slippery hole and I hardened again.
This time my cock went even deeper with the material loose enough to allow full penetration of my little 6 inch cock.
Brenda was now riding the bounce like trotting a horse, it felt awesome as she slid her hot wet pussy up and down the full length of my rock hard prick, I was in heaven and felt her pussy contract again as she came again.
Brenda slowed her movement as she came down from her high but the bouncing gave me enough movement to continue slowly building up towards my orgasm.
Pretty soon Brenda started thrusting down on my rigid pole again and I had one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.
She desperately rode my slowly softening cock and managed to get herself off.
I noticed Tony look over at Brenda out of the corner of my eye and heard him say “you alright love?”
Brenda just sighed and said “yeh, its just so uncomfortable”
Tony replied “not long now, I can see the camp”
My cock had gotten almost fully hard again inside her as we neared the shore … shit I thought … what do we do now?
As we coasted up we both moved as one to the side of the boat and Brenda pulled herself free of my cock and dived over the side with me following a couple of seconds later watching the material filled hole in her rear end as I hid her from view.
After diving low and washing my self I grabbed the rope Tony threw me and hiding my soft erection I walked directly away from the boat and soon had it tied to a tree and returned to unload the boat.
Brenda was up to her neck in the water saying out loud “its much warmer in the water” as she tidied herself up.
Brenda headed for our tent walking past without looking at me so I didn’t know if I was in trouble or not but couldn’t help being happy as I had cum three times in the last hour and a half … woohoo !
We packed the camp up before the storm hit and retired to the campfire under the tarp, at least it was a lot warmer on shore even with the rain pelting down.
Tony spoke “so how has your birthday been Shamus?
“awesome Tony … just awesome; the best birthday ever” I grinned
Brenda had been sitting quietly since we got back with her head hung low but I noticed a small smile lift the corner of her mouth and a few minutes later she seemed to brighten back up to her bubbly self.
An hour or so later the others arrived back in the car saying they had a bit of trouble getting across the many creeks and it looked like Tony and Brenda would have to stay the night.
As we all crowded into our tarp Mum said to Brenda “you can have Shamus’s double mattress, he can sleep in the back seat of the car.
We then cooked up a great meal with birthday cake and everything before the rain drove us into our tent so the adults could continue drinking and playing cards.
Although it was a bit early I snuck off to my mattress and curled up under the covers watching them from the darkness of my room pretending I was asleep.
I watched from the darkness remembering every vivid detail of the day and managed to sneak a slow pull on my cock when no one was facing my way, it just stayed hard as I couldn’t complete the job in case someone saw the mess.
My poor old cock was up and down for the next hour or so and I was dying to spill my seed but couldn’t take the risk so my balls were starting to hurt and I was considering just making a mess and putting up with the trouble I would get into when they decided to head off to bed.
This was bad, I had a huge hard on and they were about to send me off to the car to sleep.
I willed myself to go down with no luck but Tony came to the rescue saying “Just let him sleep, there’s plenty of room for the three of us” to my Mum as she was about to lift the covers.
Mum handed Brenda a long Tshirt to sleep in as they had only intended to stay the day then headed off to bed.
Brenda slipped the Tshirt on and did that amazing womanly thing by removing her Bikini top from underneath it then slipped her Bikini bottoms off and slipped under the covers.
I was facing towards her on the edge of the bed so as she backed up to me she felt my rock hard cock touch her bum and she jerked forward again making Tony ask “what’s wrong ?”
Brenda whispered “He has an erection again !”
“again ?” asked Tony,
“yeh” said Brenda “it was poking into me on the boat ride over”
“well don’t worry about it, I bet he won’t mind if he wakes up and I’m sure you miss feeling a good stiff one” laughed Tony.
“yeh it was pretty nice” gushed Brenda as she backed up against me making room for Tony with my cock slipping under the hem of the Tshirt and touching her legs.
I nearly groaned out loud as my cock was only an inch or two away from her naked pussy and the way she had slid up against me had bent my cock down at an angle trapped against the gap in her legs.
The kissed and murmured for a while until I heard Tony ask if it was still hard, “Yes” said Brenda “its pushed hard up against my legs but pointing down”
They kissed some more and there was some wriggling around and I could smell the heat and pussy wafting up and soon could hear the faint squishing sound and low moaning as Tony fingered her.
I was so close to cumming that my cock was throbbing and probably the only reason I didn’t was because it was bent down so hard.
Brenda was really getting hot and starting to move a bit then as she groaned out loud she spread her legs and my hard cock whipped up hitting Tony on the back of the hand causing him to jerk away in surprise.
Next thing I knew I felt Tony’s hand grab my cock and push it up and back right into her entrance, I couldn’t help myself and started to cum pushing my cock hard up inside her as far as I could get as Brenda tipped over the edge into her orgasm at the same time with Tony rubbing his hand across her clit and kissing her hard to stop the moans escaping her mouth.
As we came down from our peak I started to languidly slide in and out enjoying the feeling of my cock slipping through her slippery insides, Brenda remarked “oh god don’t stop, it feels sooo good”
“Did you like that hun ?” asked Tony
“You alright Shamus?” he asked me
“That was awesome” we both replied at almost exactly the same time we said then laughed taking some of the tension away from the situation.
“I can’t believe you did that” said Brenda to Tony “but I’m glad now you did” as she kissed him and started to push back onto my hard cock.
Tony could see she was heading for another orgasm so he lifted her Tshirt right up and started sucking on her Tits as she leaned back onto me spreading her legs so Tony could rub her pussy again.
I was Rock hard again and now that it was all out in the open I could start to thrust hard and deep loving the feeling of sliding full length balls deep into her cummy pussy.
Tony slid down and started licking her clit with my balls hitting his hairy chin occasionally which felt a bit weird but I was so worked up that I didn’t care and couldn’t stop if I wanted too.
I reached up and grabbed one of Brenda’s boobs rolling her nipple in my fingers loving the feeling of her small but very firm mound in my palm and had to hang on for dear life as she started on a very long and hard orgasm grabbing the pillow to cover her face as she moaned loudly.
I was so close to cumming but couldn’t quite get over the edge as her pussy seemed to gape open taking the pressure off … I was so close I kept thrusting harder to try and get over the edge but Brenda said “Stop, its too tender “ to us but I couldn’t stop as I had finally got to the edge so she moved up and my cock slipped out sliding up her slit instead where Tony was still mouthing her clit and I started pumping my cum into her slit and over her clit, Tony just kept on sucking and copped a load to and in his mouth as he realised what had happened and sat up spitting.
Brenda laughed when she saw my mess on his chin so he leaned back in sucking up the mess on her pussy and the head of my still dribbling cock and then kissed her pushing my cum into her mouth.
I was in shock … ewww, I had just cum in a blokes mouth and Brenda had not been too impressed to receive a mouthful of Cum and pussy juice, Tony on the other hand thought it was a great joke as he watched the looks on our faces.
We all calmed down and I drifted off to sleep … it had been a great birthday!
I awoke next morning to find my normal hard on sticking out against Brenda’s hip and leaned up for a look.
Tony was snoring loudly, Brenda was laying on her back so looked under the covers to find her legs spread slightly and the Tshirt down over her tummy with her naked pussy dribbling cum out of the bottom lip and making its was down her cheeks over her bum.
I felt in between her legs and slipped a finger inside her sloppy wet pussy, she moved but didn’t stop me so I moved over her on my arms and slipped the tip of my cock in between her lips sliding it up and down in between until I found her hole.
As I started to push in I knew I wouldn’t last long as watching my cock slide slowly in and out of her lips as I slowly worked the head of my cock deeper was really turning me on.
I kept up the slow movement trying to prolong it but as my balls pushed up against her bum I started my orgasm and thrust up hard inside her laying down on her as I levered my way as deep as I could get up inside her shooting a huge load in several big squirts.
Brenda was pushing me off and saying “what do you think your doing?”
My cock was now bobbing up and down in mid air as a leaned back with cum still shooting out on her belly and pubes.
“I .. I .. I thought …” I stammered as I saw the angry look on her face,
“It was a one time thing Shamus, no more OK” she said as her face softened a bit
“I’m sorry” I said as one last big dollop slid off the end of my cock and landed straight on her clit causing us both to look down at my shiny red knob bobbing slowly above the dark pubes of her sex.
“It was a wonderful night Shamus but we can’t do that any more” she said as she leaned up and kissed me softly on the lips
“I’m married to a wonderful man and your far to young, it should not have happened but it did so you must never speak of it again, especially to your mates, it could get us in a whole heap of trouble OK”
“OK” I said “I won’t ever say anything”
We both headed to the water to wash up waking Tony as we went and he joined us asking me to not say anything as well.
“Don’t worry, I wont tell anyone but I’ll never forget my birthday … best one ever !! I grinned.

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Casey

This is the first story I have ever published on an adult fiction site. I really hope you all enjoy it and I am looking for all forms of feedback. Just to let you all know, I have a huge cum fetish, so at least one of the characters will be producing an absurd amount of cum. Literally gallons of never ending cum. Yes it is unrealistic but I wish it wasn’t, so that’s why it is in the story. Enjoy.

Sex Joke

REDNECK POETRY CONTEST

REDNECK POETRY CONTEST
The National Poetry Contest had come down to two semifinalists-a Yale graduate and a redneck from Wyoming. They were given a word, then allowed two minutes to study the word and come up with a poem that contained the word. The word they were given was: “Timbuktu.”
First to recite his poem was the Yale graduate. He stepped to the microphone and said:
“Slowly across the desert sand,
Trekked a lonely caravan;
Men on camels, two by two,
Destination – Timbuktu.”
The crowd went crazy! No way could the redneck top that, they thought. The redneck calmly made his way to the microphone and recited:
“Me and Tim a huntin’ we went,
Met three whores in a pop-up tent.
They was three, and we was two,
So I bucked one, and Timbuktu.”
The redneck won hands down!

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This is my first story… It is about incest and if you don’t find yourself comfortable with the theme, please leave. If you are into (/reading) it, then let me know how you liked it. Also this is the first part of the many parts i will be uploading. The build up is slow and if it is not what you are looking for, either the theme or the slow-y build up, please leave. 🙂

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Wendy and Miss West iii

the third of three
Wendy was led blindfolded by Miss West towards a door to the rear of the office. Miss West inserted a key and opened the heavy oak door to what from the outside would appear to be a store room off the main office. On entering, if Wendy could see, she would have seen a small room, about 6 foot square, painted black with metal rings fastened at various heights along the walls and at various points to the ceiling. The room was lit with spot lights angled in all directions.
Wendy was stood in the centre of the brightly lit room. She was alone with Miss West while the other three women stayed outside chatting. Miss West turned Wendy to face a corner in the small room. She then fastened a tether around the cuffs on her wrists and pulled them to the ceiling so Wendys arms and body were stretched. Wendy could barely touch the floor with her dainty feet.
Miss West stood behind Wendy and removed her blindfold. Without speaking she left and closed the door behind her.
Wendys eyes reacted quickly to the lights and she was left dazzled for several seconds. Once she regained her full sight Wendy cautiously used what little freedom she had to inspect the room. She managed to spin herself around on her tiptoes. She saw how small the room was. She saw the rings on the walls and ceiling. The black paint made it look like a dungeon or interrogation room Wendy thought.
She began to feel nervous again. What was going to happen to her now she thought. Am I going to be hurt? Am I going to be forced to do things to these women again? What are they going to do to me!? Thoughts ran wild through Wendys mind.
No sooner had the door closed when it opened again. Miss West appeared through the door and closed it to be alone with her young employee.
Wendy soon noticed Miss West had objects in her hand. She struggled to see them.
“Wendy do you know what this is?” She held up a long, stiff peace of leather with an attachment at one end.
“Miss West, is it a whip?” Wendy replied nervously.
“Nearly Wendy. It is actually a crop. It is similar to a whip. I will show why in a moment. Do you know what this is Wendy?” She held up a leather strap with a red smooth ball attached to it.
“Oh, Miss West, I think it is a gag!”
“That’s correct Wendy, well done. Here hold it in your teeth so you can taste it.” Miss West placed the end of the leather strap between her front teeth and allowed Wendy to bight on to it.
With the ball gag dangling loosely from Wendys mouth Miss West carried on.
“The crop here will be used to leave marks on your skin Wendy.”
Wendy stiffened in panic as Miss West continued.
“The marks will remind you that you work for me and that you are mine. I may mark you because I can or if I don’t think you are working hard enough. Do you understand Wendy?”
“Yes Miss West.” Wendy whispered through gritted teeth.
“I am going to give you your first mark now Wendy to see how you like it. If you can take it without whimpering I shall leave the gag out. If you make a sound you will be gagged before the other ladies come in to use you. Is that ok Wendy?”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
Miss West circled Wendy to build up the tension. She wanted Wendy to be nervous and anxious about been struck with the crop. As she circled her she allowed the end of the crop to stroke Wendy’s stomach and bottom.
On the third lap of the young girl Miss West took a step back and focused on Wendy’s left bum cheek. She touched it softly with the crop then slowly pulled it back. She paused. Then with an experienced hand she flicked the tip of the crop to lash at Wendy’s soft skin. Wendy could not have begun to understand how much the crop would hurt. It took the breath from Wendy’s lungs as she let out a high pitch scream. Her pain echoed around the enclosed room. The scream was what you would expect from a woman reaching the heights of passion. She had never heard herself make such a noise. She had not experienced pain like it. Her skin reddened and swelled within seconds. Tears dropped from her eyes as the pain made her adrenalin rush and her body heat. She lost grip on the gag as she sobbed.
“Did you enjoy that Wendy!?” Miss West enquired in delight as she saw the suffering she had put on Wendy.
“No! Oh no I didn’t Miss West! Please don’t do it again!”
With that Miss West pulled back the crop and struck again on the exact same place.
Again Wendy screamed an ear piercing outburst to show here pain. The tears continued to roll as Wendy sobbed and struggled against her restraints.
Miss West moved to face Wendy.
“Wendy you have dropped your ball gag! You have screamed when I told you to remain quiet and you spoke inappropriately to me. You may say ‘Yes Miss West’ when I ask you if you like it!! Now you leave me no option but to punish you!
Wendy struggled against her restraints but began to realise quickly that the more she protested the longer the punishment would go on for. She decided she must stand the pain, say what she had to say and get out as soon as possible.
“Raise your right leg so I can crop your inner thigh Wendy.”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
“That’s better Wendy, good girl.”
Wendy raised her knee high and twisted it outwards to expose the inner thigh of her right leg.
She struggled to hold her balance and used the tension on her wrists to maintain her stance.
“When I crop you this time Wendy I want silence! Leave your leg like that until I tell you to lower it.”
“Yes Miss West, anything for you.”
Miss West struck the softest part of Wendy’s leg. She struck high on the thigh just two inches below her bald vagina.
Wendy was bighting her tongue to control herself. The pain on her thigh was worse than her backside but knew another outburst would only make her ordeal worse.
Without warning Miss West struck again on the same spot. Wendy let out a lung full of air but managed to keep her vocal cords still. Saliva departed her mouth in a flurry of spit. Some of it reached the floor while some of it dribbled down her chin and was left dangling precariously. Tears of pain continued down her cheeks and mixed with the saliva and took it to dribble on to her bare chest. Miss West made patterns in the wetness and traced it down to Wendy’s left nipple with the crop. She pushed and poked at her nipple with the crop and then slowly and softly began to tap her nipple until it became hard.
“Good girl Wendy. I knew you could take it. Lower your leg. Do you like the crop Wendy?”
“Yes Miss West.”
“I know you do Wendy and you will learn to love it as you get used to the pain it can cause. Know I will insert this ball gag into your mouth to make sure you don’t cry out in pain again in front of my friends!”
Miss West bent down and picked up the mouth restraint. She pushed the red ball into Wendy’s mouth and fastened the leather traps behind her head. She pulled it tight and watched Wendy as she struggled to breathe and swallow. Saliva escaped the sides of the gag.
Once Wendy had begun to relax a little into her bindings Miss West took her feet, which still had the silk ties on them, and pulled them into the air. She manoeuvred Wendy until she was facing a corner again. She pulled her feet and tied her right foot to one wall and her left foot to the adjacent wall, forcing her legs to part at a ninety degree angle. Her feet were now slightly higher than her waist so her knees were bent. Miss West then replaced Wendy’s blindfold. She was now totally restrained, gagged and blindfolded.
Miss West left the room again to summon the other ladies. Wendy was left alone with her legs spread and arms tied high.
The three ladies followed Miss West back into the small room desperate to see their new plaything all bound and gagged.
They were not disappointed with what they saw. Each of them commented on how beautiful Wendy looked suspended and naked with her legs spread.
“Ooh look at Wendy. What a slut she is just waiting there with open legs just for us!”
“Look at her vagina. I think its wet in anticipation.”
“I think she’s going to cum like she never has done before!”
“I can’t wait to let her drink my juices.”
“I want to taste her little anus whilst it’s so exposed!”
Miss West interrupted their chit chat.
“Now ladies here are the rules. Wendy pay attention as this will most definitely effect you too.
As Wendy is my girl I get to say when she cums. If she cums before I say she can she will be cropped. Wendy must remain silent throughout. You can do what you like to her. You can use any hole and you may use any of my instruments as you desire. Once you have finished using her holes we will move her so she can service you as you please. If you are going to cum I would like you to make sure as much as possible of your cum goes into her mouth.
Ladies please carry on and enjoy yourselves!”
Wendy was petrified at the rules Miss West had given! What were ‘the instruments’ she thought. What if I am in pain? I can’t speak to tell them to stop with this gag! What will I have to do to them! What are they going to do to my holes!?
The ladies moved slowly. They took their time to study Wendys naked form. They circled her without touching deciding in silence what they would like to do to her first.
The lady who Wendy had undressed first was the first to act. She bent down to Miss West instruments and picked up a tiny whip. It could best described as a ‘pocket whip’. It was only ten inches long in total. The tails were about six inches long and made of soft leather.
She stood between Wendys splayed legs and softly began to prescribe whips to her inner thighs. Wendys body jerked at the shock of these first touches.
She kept a steady pace swirling the whip from thigh to thigh giving alternate blows to each leg. Once Wendy got used to the sensation she realised it was quite pleasant. The leather felt soft and smooth and gave a nice slap as they landed.
The whip was worked along the lengths of her thighs the pace occasionally speeding then slowing again.
Meanwhile the posh lady grabbed a clear plastic dildo from the bag of instruments. It was a large dildo with ribs in it. She licked the length of the shaft and went down on her knees below Wendy. She offered it to Wendys spread labia and on into her hole.
Wendy felt it immediately and just hoped it was small and who ever was using it was caring and gentle.
She let out a whimper from behind her gag as it was pushed quite firmly into her young vagina.
As Wendy whimpered Miss West was there immediately to crop her as punishment for making a sound. She cropped the bottom of her right thigh, not far from where she was being whipped. She jolted as the harsh blow landed.
The lady pushed hard against the strength of Wendys muscles trying to repel it. A full nine inches was ploughed into Wendy, just leaving enough for the lady to hold onto. Her hand banged against Wendys pussy as she started to plunge the object in and out at quite a pace!
Wendys whole body rocked back and forth as her pussy was used roughly by the posh lady.
The lady with the whip now moved to Wendys body. She whipped her taught abdomen then moved to Wendys breasts, focusing on her tender nipples. Her breasts reddened and her nipples reacted by stiffening and pointing high.
Wendy was not used to feeling such sensations. The whip was not painful. The dildo in her vagina however was! She was not lubricated enough to take such a large phallus.
It rubbed against her tender innards and she thought she might cry again.
Miss West and Sandra watched in silence as this beautiful girl was humiliated and abused. Miss West stroked Sandras bum as they watched in delight.
Sandra watched the young girl of her desires in this threesome with these two experienced ladies. She lusted after her so much. She enjoyed watching her suffer but did not want to hurt such a tender being.
She approached the medley of women and bobbed down to her knees next to the posh lady.
She stopped Wendy from rocking by placing her hands on the bottom of her bum and grabbing hard. She slowly moved her tongue to Wendys tight anus.
Wendy felt the damp soft touch on her delicate skin around her ass. It was a lovely feeling and she used her best guess and presumed correctly that it was Sandra finishing what she had started earlier.
The exquisite feeling on Wendys anus made up for the pain the posh lady was inflicting with the dildo on her vagina.
The thought of Sandra being down their tonguing her arse started to make Wendy moist. Her pussy started to lubricate the plastic dick inside her and made its relentlessness smoother and more pleasurable.
The posh lady manoeuvred her thumb so that on the up thrust she made brief contact with Wendys clitoris. On every seventh or eighth thrust she stopped, holding the dildo deep inside Wendy whilst she circled her clitoris with her thumb and then occasionally she pushed her face closer to lick at it.
Wendy had never had two tongues working her at the same time before. She didn’t know which sensation to focus on and her pre cum ran loose leaking down the dildo and seeping towards her anus where Sandra was only too pleased to lap at the taste.
“That’s it girls lap it up! Does she taste good?” Asked Miss West.
The posh lady was first to respond as she continued to ram the dildo home.
“Oh yes, she tastes just fine for such a young girl. She had better be ready to eat my vagina now I have been so kind and licked her bud!
I bet you love me licking you Wendy. Do you want me to lick you some more?”
Wendy nodded frantically and moaned a sweet muffled sigh through her gag.
“Would you like it if I made you cum with this big phallus Wendy?”
Wendys appreciative moans continued as she began to buck and breathe deeper.
“Now now Wendy;” Miss West spoke again; “Don’t even think about cuming yet! I have not given you permission!”
Sandras tongue worked faster and faster at her anus and the dildo was thrust deeper, faster and harder. The tongue on her clitoris worked more frequently as they teased her into orgasm.
The lady with the whip had now started to use it on Wendys face. Lightly but relentlessly slapping her face cheeks. It was almost frustrating to Wendy but as her orgasm started to build the attention and confusion sent her over the edge.
She shook her head from side to side to try to avoid the whip but also to try to make these women stop. Her orgasm was sending waves through her body. She knew Miss West would sense she was cuming and dreaded to think of the consequences.
She moaned through her gag in a confusion of pleasure and fear. Tears escaped her eyes again and the ball in her mouth almost made her gag as saliva from her heightened state was not able to be swallowed.
Miss West moved forward with her crop and gestured the lady with the whip to move so she could stand between Wendys legs.
The whip was now lashing at Wendys feet and ankles.
Miss West raised the crop and in rhythm to her words she cropped Wendys nipples. “I – HOPE – YOU – ARE – NOT- CUM – ING – YOUNG – LADY!”
Wendy shook her head wildly. The attention on her holes carried on as the orgasm sent her wild. Her whole body shook, her vagina tightened and sucked on the dildo. The posh lady had to fight to keep in control of it so she could carry on at a frantic pace. Sandra pushed her tongue further into Wendys anus and spanked her arse as she did.
Wendys cum had made her so wet that the dildo made a squelching noise as it moved inside Wendy. On the up thrust it sent out a spray of cum which covered the posh ladys hands and face as she concentrated hard on making Wendy orgasm.
Wendy was loud to say she was gagged, and it didn’t go unnoticed.
“Silence Wendy!” Ordered Miss West.
Wendy was oblivious to words now. All she could focus on was her loins and her internal fire.
“Wendy I want you to stop cuming immediately!” Miss West sounded like a school teacher now shouting orders to naughty pupils.
She knew Wendy could not control herself yet. In time Miss West would train her to be more obedient.
“Silence Wendy!” Ordered Miss West again.
Wendy reached a peak and her moans echoed in the room. She feared what punishment Miss West may administer for her disobedience as she slowly started to come back down to earth. Miss West asked the other ladies to stop.
The dildo was pulled out slowly and the four of them took great pleasure in inspecting Wendys fresh honey which coated the whole shaft. The lady with the whip being the only one not to have tasted Wendy took the dildo and slowly licked and sucked it clean.
They all stood now ready to witness Wendy receive her punishment.
“Wendy you know I must mark you now! I will first punish you for breaking your silence and then for cuming before I said you could! Do you understand Wendy?”
Wendy acknowledged with a slow fearful nod of her head.
Miss West softly tapped Wendys face cheeks. A couple of shots on either side.
“You must learn to control your noises Wendy. I asked you to remain quiet but you disobeyed me!”
She then ran the crop down to her nipples where the shots became harder.
“Do not talk or make a sound unless you are told to Wendy! Do you understand young lady!?”
The shots were hard and pained Wendys already tender nipples.
Wendy nodded quickly, hoping that the sudden response would end her suffering. It didn’t and Miss West carried on raining shots to each nipple until they were deep red.
“Now Wendy. Your little vagina disobeyed you too didn’t it?”
Wendy nodded again.
“It released your honey before I was ready Wendy. For that it must be cropped!”
Wendy shook her head violently and her body struggled and fought the restraints. She knew her efforts were futile. She knew this would be the worst pain she could possibly suffer. To have that hard leather tab assault her tender lips would be excruciating. She put up a fight in the hope that Miss West would go easy on her. She knew she had to accept the punishment and was eager to show Miss West she was keen to learn but feared the pain she was about to experience.
She allowed her body to relax and waited to receive her cropping.
“One, two, three…..” Miss West counted the cropping she dealt. The first was soft and kind. The second and third were a little harder. By the time the tenth blow came Miss West was using reasonable force to make Wendy suffer.
Wendy managed to remain silent but the pain she was in was like no other. The crop hit her labia, her clitoris and the skin between her hole and her anus. Miss Wests shots were accurate and deliberate. She knew which parts of a young girl were most sensitive.
She stopped at 15 recognising the pain Wendy must be feeling. Wendy shuddered in pain, she felt her pussy sting and the sensation drove straight through her body. She concentrated hard and managed to stifle her screams.
After several minutes of just watching her hanging in pain Miss West decided it was time to use Wendys mouth to service her and her friends vaginas. She untied Wendys feet and lowered them softly to the ground allowing the blood to flow back to them gradually. She then released the gag and asked Wendy if she had enjoyed her punishment.
“Oh yes Miss West, anything for you.” Wendy replied.
Her hands were released from the ceiling and the other women gathered round to assist getting her into her next position.
They grabbed her arms and body and caringly laid her down on the cold floor on her back. Miss West then pulled her hands together and tied her forearms to each other and pulled them so her body was tight again. Her arms were fastened to one of the metal loops which was just two inches above the floor. With her body as straight as an arrow two of the other women took Wendys legs and spread and secured them apart with a spreader bar. They attached the spreader bar to a cord and ran it through a ring on the ceiling. They then used the metal loops in the ceiling as a pulley to hoist her from the floor.
The ladys looked at Wendy, as she suspended upside down with her legs spread, so they could see right into her vagina. Wendys young firm breasts flopped only slightly towards her face. The back of her head was still on floor and her neck bent uncomfortably so the rest of her was at ninety degrees to it.
Miss West was the first to use Wendy in this position. She removed her ball gag so her mouth could be abused by her and her friends.
Miss West stood above Wendys face with he legs either side of her outstretched arms. She slowly lowered herself onto Wendys pretty face and began to gyrate her already wet pussy into her. She felt Wendys nose bang on her clitoris and her lips moving with the force of her labia.
“Use your mouth to make me cum little one. I want you to drink my cum!” Miss West instructed Wendy.
Wendy realised it was Miss West and with out delay lapped at her Mistresses vagina.
As Wendy worked on her pussy with her soft tongue Miss West grinded her arsehole onto Wendys little nose. Pushing down as hard as she could she felt the tip enter her. She moved in circles to arouse her anus while her young employee flicked her clit with a fast learning tongue.
Sandra, realising Miss West was enjoying her anus being played with bent down behind Miss West and slowly started to finger the outside of her friends anus. Miss West lifted her bum fractionally so she could do as she wished to her tight anus. Sandra wasted no time in slipping a finger into her and wiggling it around to delight her friend.
Miss Wests pre cum built up quickly and she ensured none of it was wasted. She allowed Wendy to lap at it and then fingered her hole herself to draw on the excess build up and allowed that to dribble into Wendys hungry mouth.
Wendy now enjoyed the taste and the excitement of licking Miss West. She found it so perverse and against her best judgement that she just felt so turned on. This made her lap faster and with more attention to detail. She so wanted her boss to cum hard into her mouth.
With her clitoris and anus being played with Miss West soon began to cum. She rocked her vagina on Wendys face and positioned herself to ensure her employee knew where to lick. Her juices oozed and a flood of cum left her pussy in a torrent as she moaned a lovely sigh of pleasure. Wendy continued to lick and gulped as hard as she could to take all the cum she was offered.
Miss West rubbed her soaking pussy all over Wendys face as she came down from her excitement to leave Wendy looking like she had just had a hard workout.
As Miss West stood up she revealed Wendys smiling face. She had a dirty yet innocent smile on her face as if to say ‘I just made you cum Mistress and I enjoyed every bit of it’.
“That was very good Wendy. I am sure with more practice you will become an excellent employee.” Miss West remarked.
“Thankyou Miss West!” Wendy replied, still smiling at her efforts.
The lady who had whipped Wendy now decided it was her turn for some fun.
She too adopted the same position Miss West had. Before she allowed Wendy to lick her she asked Wendy if she would like a 69.
With Wendys mouth just an inch from her pussy she not only heard Wendys reply but felt her warm breath on her pussy too.
“Yes Miss, anything for you.”
With that she lowered herself onto Wendys mouth and wrapped her arms around Wendys frame and took hold of her ass cheeks. She pulled Wendy closer and sank her own face into Wendys crease and the two women began to French kiss each others vaginas.

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Fantasm

Flogged senseless – for sadists only.

It was many months since Rob had taken his wife Yvonne to their friend Tony, for those horrible sadism sessions previously described.
Now, as he knelt astride her head and fucked her mouth, he began to tell her of his latest plans which involved a guy he’d met on the Internet.
Yvonne, gagging and choking as her husband forced his large, lusting cock right to the back of her mouth, couldn’t speak. She shuddered at the thought of the appalling treatment that she’d suffered on those earlier occasions with Tony, and yet, at the same time, she felt a thrill of perverted sexual lust tingle through her body as her husband talked of loaning her to this new man.
It all sounded so perversely immoral and wrong for her husband to arrange such a thing. So wrong for him to let another man fuck and abuse her. So wrong that her husband, who she knew loved her dearly, should give her to another man for the purpose of her being hurt and tortured.
In spite of all of these thoughts, Yvonne became more and more excited as her husband fucked and used her while telling her what this new guy, Peter, might do to her.
Soon, her lust having overtaken her common sense, Yvonne was enthusiastically agreeing to everything that her husband suggested.
Rob had been so completely confident in his wife’s taste for this sort of kinky perversion, that he had arranged for Peter to be waiting on the Internet ready and waiting to snare Yvonne into their scheme. Yvonne was informed of this, and she excitedly sat down at the desk and, using her own private email address, she typed the brief message that her husband dictated to her.
Having sent off the message, her husband made Yvonne stand, leaning over the desk with legs parted, while he fucked her doggie style.
With her forearms on the desk and her small breasts squashing against the desktop, Yvonne lifted her head to re-read the lines she had typed to this unknown man who wanted to abuse her. She was staring at the screen, rocking her body back and forth onto her husband’s cock as he fucked her. Her feelings becoming more and more lustful, partially from the wonderful sensations of her husband’s cock deep within her body, and partially from this new perverted scheme that her husband had proposed.
She was still staring at the computer screen and lustfully fucking, when the computer gave a ‘ding’, indicating an email received.
She excitedly saw that it was from Peter, and her lust stepped up a level when she read the title of the email… “You little whore.”
Yvonne took the mouse and manipulated it as Rob continued fucking her from behind. She gasped and then giggled as she read the content. Peter had addressed her as a ‘whore’ and a ‘stupid fucking cunt’.
Most other women would be turned off by such an initial approach, but, knowing his wife’s sexually perverted nature, Rob had instructed Peter how to write.
Yvonne, exactly as her husband had told Peter, was in fact excited and led on by being treated in that way.
Loving husband and wife, still fucking, both leaned forward to read Peter’s words of how he would like to give Yvonne a session with a variety of whips, riding crops, canes, etc, before giving her the ultimate thrashing with an old, heavy belt, an inch and a half wide with brass studs dotted along it’s length.
He went on to describe how he would thrash her, leaving her body bruised, marked, and swollen.
Peter had argued with Rob about taking such a direct approach. Peter was sure that Yvonne would surely be scared off by such descriptions of how she might be used, but Rob had assured him that it was the right way to go.
It certainly was a fact that Yvonne would be scared. Rob knew that she would argue and make a show of resistance, but he knew that it would be just that – only a show.
To family and friends, Yvonne was a sweet wife and a mother. No one could ever suspect the truth. Her husband had found her out though – he knew just how sexually excited and out of control she could become under the right sort of stimulation.
As if to prove this point about her character, Yvonne now began to lamely argue that it wasn’t right.
They were still looking at the email, re-reading it for the fourth or fifth time, when a ‘ding’ announced another email.
With trembling hands Yvonne opened the new email and read more of Peter’s words which continued on in the same vein.
Once more she was called a ‘stupid fucking cunt’ and was told how he would like to hurt her really badly. He mentioned whipping her breasts and thrashing her body all over.
Again, even though disturbed at what she read, Yvonne felt her throat going dry and her body tingling lustfully at the thought of her husband giving her to this man to be used in such a way. She, with some pretence of being a normal, decent woman, protested to her husband that it was all too cruel and completely wrong.
Rob, being familiar with his wife’s perverted sexual tastes, ignored her protests and excitedly told her to email back and to lead Peter on. He then grinned to himself in noticing that his wife didn’t even so much as pause in clicking the reply button – “she gave up easily that time,” he thought to himself with satisfaction.
“Hello my darling,” Yvonne wrote to her husband’s dictation. “Your message scares but excites me.”
A few more sexy lines were added before Yvonne signed off with love and kisses.
They waited in excited anticipation, kissing, touching, licking, fucking until they thrilled to the computer’s signal of a further email.
Peter had written of how Rob had told every detail about his wife. Peter talked more of how he would love to hurt her, and he finished by asking Yvonne directly… “you really do enjoy being hurt don’t you?”
Again, trembling all over, Yvonne clicked the reply button.
“Darling,” she started off, but then paused, unsure of what to type.
“Yes, I do like to be hurt,” Rob suggested to her when he saw her pause.
Yvonne’s fingers fumbled over the keys, typing those very words.
“Your whips and the studded leather belt sounds wonderfully cruel,” Rob continued dictating.
Yvonne blindly followed and typed the words.
A couple more lines and she signed off with love and… “yours to use and abuse.”
“Oh darling! I can’t send something like that!’ Yvonne then gasped in trembling tones as the computer cursor hovered above the ‘send’ button.
“You can. You love being a slut and a whore,” her husband excitedly and lustfully urged.
Yvonne’s hand trembled. Her husband urged her further. She clicked the mouse button. The computer screen changed … Your message has been sent to…
Rob and Peter now swapped a series of short emails while Yvonne, crawling under the desk, pushed her husband’s legs apart and took his solid, rock-hard, lusting cock in her soft hands and lowered her mouth over the head, sucking lovingly and slowly lowering her mouth right down over the pulsing shaft.
The content of the emails were read out to Yvonne as she crouched under the desk sucking and working on her husband’s cum dribbling cock.
Yvonne was spoken of purely as a commodity to be used by Peter. He, in turn, continued expressing his desire to severely hurt her.
Rob, for his part, became more and more excited and gave his every encouragement and consent to everything that Peter suggested.
Yvonne’s lust was surging through her body as she sucked and licked and loved her husband’s cock, and as her own hand mauled, fingered, and rubbed frantically at her wet, slippery pussy.
It was soon agreed that Yvonne would be delivered to Peter the next afternoon and that she should be left with him, to be tortured and abused, until her husband returned to collect her.
The next sixteen hours of waiting saw Yvonne constantly oscillating between lustful enthusiasm, fear and terror, sluttish feelings, guilt and shame. As the time drew near however, she showered, dressed in her sexiest, most delicate underwear, took especial care with her makeup, and generally felt so sexually excited even through her moments of fear.
“Fuck!” her husband kept exclaiming, “this is going to be fucking fantastic! I’ll be all of the time thinking about how Peter is using you.”
As had been the case when she’d been taken for her previous S & M sessions, Yvonne began to think that it wasn’t too late, she could still avert it if she wanted to. Even as they reached the house that had been given in the directions, she considered that she could still stop this from happening to her.
All of those thoughts of still being in control of her fate, and yet keeping on ahead, only served to stimulate Yvonne’s bizarre sexual appetite even further, so that there was never ever any really serious thought of not going through with this terrible thing that was planned for her.
They stood on the pavement, gazing in at the house, each lost in their own thoughts. They were both a little frightened at the possibilities of what might happen, but they both lusted at the bizarre perversion of what they were doing.
“Ready,” Rob asked his wife.
“Yes, ‘ she murmured in reply.
It was a quite ordinary looking house – brick and tile, nicely kept with a bushy garden, certainly nothing about it gave any hint of what terrible things might go on within it’s walls. Did it hold dark secrets of torture chambers with cruel machines and devices. Yvonne was literally trembling as her husband led her to the front door. She was shaking and had to be helped up the steps.
A big man answered Rob’s knock on the door – no one could ever suspect that he was such a cruel sadist.
Yvonne was blushing profusely, consumed by the shame and embarrassment of wantonly entering on this arrangement.
Peter was absolutely gloating over her. Looking at her lovely face, her small but very desirable body, her small but adequate tits bulging under her tight top. He must have, even at this late stage, not believed his luck as he again wanted confirmation from Rob that he was happy for his wife to be abused and hurt.
Yvonne felt totally belittled as she heard her husband assuring Peter that she could be used in any way he wanted.
They shook hands in a friendly manner and Rob jokingly said, “don’t look after my wife while I’m gone.”
Peter laughed in turn and replied that he certainly wouldn’t, then added in a cruel voice while looking at her gloatingly, “I’m going to give her absolute fucking hell.”
Yvonne watched in silence as her husband once again shook hands with Peter and then walked away, leaving her to be led inside the house.
Her husband had arranged it in this way, that he should simply hand his wife over to this guy and leave her with him. He loved his wife very much, and it seemed to him to treat her in this seemingly careless way, was the ultimate degradation.
Once in the house Yvonne’s fears were temporarily allayed as Peter told her how pretty she was and as he began kissing her tenderly.
Yvonne in turn kissed back lovingly as Peter began to undress and fondle her body.
This show of tenderness lasted only briefly, and Yvonne’s illusions were shattered when she was led into the bedroom and was told that she would be beaten insensible.
Yvonne noted that the bedroom, far from being a chamber of horrors, was neat and tastefully decorated – the only give away of what deviancy that might take place there, was the coiled cord, leather shackles, and leather whips that were piled on the end of the bed.
Yvonne climbed onto the bed, taking up the position that Peter directed, lying on her back with her legs spread apart and her arms stretched wide and above her head. She made no complaint nor offered any resistance as Peter securely bound her wrists and ankles and restrained her in this totally vulnerable position.
Peter then began to show her the many whips and lashes that he had in readiness for her – a long, thin, woven leather whip, a shorter, flat leather whip on a handle the shape of a cock which could be used as a dildo to fuck her with in between whippings. A short flogger consisting of twelve thin strips of leather attached to a handle. A fibre glass riding crop with a three inch fold of leather at the whip end, and indeed many other cruel and spiteful items with which to beat her with.
Now, as Peter selected a whip which was not dissimilar to the shape of a fly swatter, other than that it was larger and made of leather, Yvonne cringed and whimpered in fear as she watched him draw back his arm and take aim.
Swish, the whip sounded as it came speeding in a wide arc and thrashed across Yvonne’s stomach.
“Argggg,” she yelled as the vicious little whip filled her belly with a searing pain.
She had hardly recovered her breath when the whip again struck her, this time across the top of one thigh.
“Owwww!” she yelled and twisted and struggled as much as her bonds would allow, as the pain and shock raced through her body.
She was gasping and cringing as she watched Peter again preparing to strike her.
Whack! This time right across the top of her other thigh. Then another just above the knee.
Peter had put plenty of effort into each blow, and as his blows made their way back up Yvonne’s body to her breasts she was panting and gasping, and shrieking in agony and terror as the vicious blows built up the pain in her body.
“Fuck! you sound fabulous,” Peter grinned as he listened to Yvonne’s shrieks which became more and more frantic and agonised.
“Oh my God! That’s enough! That’s enough!” Yvonne half gasped, half sobbed with tears in her eyes.
Peter laughed spitefully. “No way my girl,” he said cruelly, “I’m really going to make a fucking mess of you before I’m through.”
To demonstrate his point he next took up the long, thin, leather whip and taking aim, he continued flogging her naked body with rapid lashes.
Yvonne was screeching and howling in awful, agonising pain. Her eyes, with the tears now streaming forth, had a look of terror as she realised just what she had let herself in for.
The woven leather of the whip bit at her skin and left fiery red stripes where it struck her. The very thinness of the lash causing all of the force to be concentrated along the line of impact so that lines of glowing red swelling, with many small abrasions along the length, were left all over her body.
During this whipping, the room was filled with the sounds of the whip cutting through the air, terminating in the sound of leather thrashing into human flesh, then immediately drowned out by Yvonne’s tortured screams of horrible, ghastly pain – each scream then slowly replaced by the pathetic and despairing, shuddering sobs and whimpers of the tortured victim.
After some fifty or so strokes, Yvonne had been reduced to an inhuman blubbering wreck, her body now red and battered, and becoming ever more swollen beneath the raised red marks and abrasions that covered her entire body.
Peter was puffing and panting from the continual effort that he’d been putting into beating his victim. He now paused and admired his work on Yvonne. She had looked so pretty and lovely when he had first started off. Now her eyes were swollen from crying, her face was tear stained, her hair was dishevelled from her threshing about as he had flogged her body, and her lovely, soft body was becoming beautifully damaged.
He stood looking and regaining his breath. Yvonne was still sobbing in her abject misery. Peter’s gaze was attracted to Yvonne’s small breasts with their large nipples. He had landed several blows across her breasts, and he now considered that it would be fun to concentrate on them and beat them to a pulp.
During this momentary interval, Yvonne had regained a little composure even though she continued sobbing pathetically. One would expect any other woman to plead for her release, but in fact Yvonne made no such plea, no complaint at all, and had simply waited for Peter’s next onslaught on her body. Her pleas for mercy during the beating were automatic responses to self preservation, but in between, Yvonne accepted that it was her role to be nothing more than something to be used in this way.
Peter, after surveying his selection of whips, this time took up a cruel, multi-stranded flogger and took deliberate aim right across Yvonne’s chest. The flogger thrashed down, the many leather strands splaying out so that they thrashed over a wide area of the soft, white flesh of Yvonne’s breasts. She gave an awful howling wail and threshed about in an effort to break free. Peter liked this and began flogging Yvonne’s tits from different angles, watching the many leather strands impacting into the flesh as they struck with force.
Thirty or forty blows had Yvonne screaming with the unbearable pain that filled her body. Her tits were battered, swollen, and covered in terrible red abrasions.
Peter once more surveyed his work and considered that Yvonne’s arms and legs were, as yet, relatively unscathed. He immediately set to work with a flat leather belt to rectify this situation, systematically belting all the way up the arms from Yvonne’s bound wrists, right up to her shoulders, and landing plenty of vicious blows right into the armpits.
Once both arms were red and battered, he then took the riding crop and turned his attention to Yvonne’s legs, beating them cruelly from all different directions and angles, and paying particular attention to the back of her knees and right up in her oh so tender groin.
Peter loved the frantic, uncontrolable screaming and howling that Yvonne made in her agony. She was beginning to go a little hoarse from all of this screaming, but, to Peter, it just lent a sexiness to her voice when she intermittently pleaded with him to stop.
Peter realised that he too was becoming a bit dry in the throat after all of his work on Yvonne. He glanced at his watch and realised that he had been working on this slut for almost two hours. He realised that he was both hungry and thirsty so he left Yvonne sobbing in her pain and misery, and went off for a brief moment to get himself a drink.
Yvonne lay there and eventually stopped sobbing and began to regain some sanity. She raised her head as much as she could, and looked down over her swollen, lacerated body, her damaged breasts, and her beaten arms and legs.
She considered how stupid she was to allow herself to be used for this sort of thing, and yet, at the same time she was filled with satisfaction that she drove men to use her in this way. Her body was so very sore, she ached all over, and she felt dazed and groggy. In spite of this she still felt a sexual satisfaction in her pain.
Yvonne drifted into a sort of reverie. She was suddenly aroused by the sound of Peter’s voice as he once more stood over her.
“You sexy little cunt,” he said, grinning broadly.
“Thank you,” Yvonne softly whispered as she looked up at him.
“Ready for more of the same,” he asked, grinning even wider.
Yvonne said nothing in reply, torn between the strong desire to be released and allowed to go home, and the wilfully perverted desire to be used further for these sadistic pursuits.
She knew anyway, that her answer would be totally meaningless as Peter would do whatever he wanted regardless of her reply.
Yvonne’s heart sank as she watched Peter take up the heavy leather, brass studded belt that he had previously told her of.
“Oh God, no,” she wailed pitifully. “No! No! That is too cruel, too brutal,” she cried pleadingly.
Anyone else would have been so moved by the tone of Yvonne’s plea, that they would have released her immediately, but not so Peter. He was stimulated to further extremes of cruelty by Yvonne’s heartfelt plea.
Crash! The first blow with the heavy belt came down across her midriff. Yvonne screamed and then her screaming went into a frantic pleading to be spared. She just could not take this ghastly, horrible thrashing with the studded belt.
Peter ignored her and continued to flog and scourge Yvonne’s body as she screamed and wrenched violently at her bonds. She was screaming, howling, wailing, completely out of her mind with the pain being inflicted upon her.
“Oh yes, yes! Go you fucking little whore!” Peter gloated, thrilled and getting more and more excited at the way that Yvonne was now being driven mad. Her frantic, uncontrollable screaming was driving him on, exciting him, thrilling him, gorging him with lust at the wild, frantic heaving and screeching of his victim.
More and more blows rained down. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. More and more violent. Indiscriminately lashing all over Yvonne’s body. He stood astride her and brought the heavy, studded belt down between Yvonne’s spread thighs and right across her exposed, gaping pussy. Yvonne’s screams were piercing. Again and again he thrashed between her legs with wild abandon. Yvonne’s face was contorted with pain and terror as she screamed and screamed and screamed.
Peter became more and more excited and out of control with Yvonne’s crazed reactions to his viciously sadistic belting. “You stupid, fucking, whore, cunt,” he lustful snarled as he put every effort into his work.
Finally, not through any feeling of mercy or compassion, but simply because of his desire to fuck this slut, Peter threw the belt aside and, getting between her naked thighs, he mounted Yvonne’s battered body and fucked her in a frenzy of lust.
For Yvonne, even though she loved fucking, this was continued torture as her pussy had been so badly mutilated by the heavy, studded belt thrashing onto it.
Peter’s fucking lasted only a short time before he filled Yvonne with his sperm. He then let his heavy body fall in sexual exhaustion onto the top of Yvonne’s petite body.
After a few minutes rest, Peter released Yvonne’s hands and then began fingering her pussy, slowly working four and five fingers into her already wet and slippery fuck pit.
A bit of lubrication assisted him in sliding two fingers up her ass at the same time.
Yvonne began to sigh and moan softly and her hands went down and stretched her vulva out to assist Peter in working on her pussy.
Soon she was moaning lustfully and gently rocking her hips in a fucking motion as Peter finger fucked her two holes and beginning to use a little pressure so that not only five fingers were entering Yvonne’s pussy, but also the main knuckles of his hand were beginning to press in and stretch her vagina wide.
Peter kept telling her that she was a “little whore, a bitch, a stupid fucking cunt,” and other demeaning terms. It appeared that Yvonne accepted all of those things as being true of her as her lust and sexual excitement rose ever higher.
“I’m going to get my fist right up your whore’s cunt,” Peter told her spitefully as he began to force the widest part of his fist into Yvonne’s sloppy pussy. She moaned and groaned and pumped her pussy like a whore as Peter strove to force his fist all the way inside her body.
Yvonne was panting and gasping, one hand mauling her breasts while the other worked around Peter’s hand in her pussy. She was lusting like a nympho and the sensations in her body rapidly drove her towards orgasm.
“Ah yes,” Peter laughed with satisfaction as his entire fist finally forced its way up into Yvonne’s body so that her pussy closed around his wrist.
Yvonne was rapidly loosing all control and she moaned like a whore, panting and gasping as she heaved her hips and fucked her pussy onto Peter’s fist.
Peter withdrew his fingers from Yvonne’s ass and clapped his large hand over Yvonne’s mouth and nose so as to suffocate her as she raced to orgasm.
Yvonne began to thrash around on the bed, partly from the orgasmic sensations which continued to drive her crazy, and partly from the fact that she was being suffocated. Her struggles were of course to no avail, how could a little thing like her do anything to resist Peter who was big and strong.
Yvonne’s eyes began to open wider into a frightened stare. She threshed her arms about and her chest heaved as she struggled for a breath of air. In spite of suffocating her hands kept finding their way down to her pussy, mauling around it as Peter continually dragged his clenched fist out, before slowly pumping it back into this whore’s body.
Yvonne’s combined lusting and fighting suddenly became weak and Peter knew that she was losing consciousness. He waited a minute more, watching Yvonne’s eyes roll so that the whites showed only. He then reluctantly released his grip over her face and noted her intake of air and gasping breaths.
Yvonne lay there gasping and semi-senseless. Peter looked down at her face, still very pretty even though her eyes were puffy from crying and her make-up streaked by her tears. He considered for a moment and then drew back his fist and punched her hard on one eye.
Yvonne let out a wail as her head jerked backwards in her semi-stupor.
Peter took hold of a fistful of hair and held her head upright while, with the other fist clenched tight, he continued to punch Yvonne’s face until her eyes were beginning to puff up, her cheeks were red, and her lips broken and swelling.
Peter grinned as he looked at his handiwork. This slut is such a pretty little thing that it’s fun to disfigure her, he considered.
Yvonne was beginning to regain consciousness and her hands went to her pussy and her fingers began to slide through her sloppy wetness and masturbate.
Peter looked down on her battered and lacerated body, marvelling that this slut’s sex drive still urged her on in spite of the violence that he’d used on her.
Her fingertips slipped and slid between her vulva, caressing, rubbing, stretching. Now her fingers began to slip inside her pussy, seeking out her clitoris and gently sliding her fingers up and down on either side of it, stimulating herself into little sighing gasps of pleasure. She began to lift her pussy, pumping it onto her fingers in a fucking motion, slowly at first but gradually becoming more and more vigorous as her lust rose and her fingers began to work frantically at her pussy.
Now she was sighing, moaning, groaning, lusting as she brought herself ever closer to orgasm.
Peter knelt beside her and taking Yvonne’s small breasts in his large hands, he began to squeeze and twist them cruelly.
Yvonne was now gasping both at her orgasmic feelings as well as the pain which Peter was causing her to suffer. She nevertheless continued masturbating frantically, now groaning and moaning as her body was racked with sensational feelings.
Yvonne was rapidly reaching a state where her whole being was centred in the orgasm that raced through every fibre of her body. Peter began slapping her face so that her head was knocked this way and that. Yvonne took it all as she heaved and moaned and gasped until the sensations of her climax became so extreme that she could take no more and fell back gasping and shuddering.
Peter slapped her face, which was now terribly bruised and swollen, then began to stroke his huge, hard cock until another lot of his sperm spurted forth all over Yvonne’s face.
Yvonne lay there looking up through swollen, puffy, tear stained eyes at Peter.
“You fucking little whore,” Peter sneered as he looked down at her.
The hands on the small clock on the bedside table, indicated that Yvonne’s husband would soon be arriving to collect his beaten and battered wife.

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MY SISTER’S PUNCHING BAG PART 5

Sorry it took so long guys! I’ve been so busy lately, but here it is! This chapter is predominantly fur the secondary characters, but I guarantee you won’t be disappointed. And Part 6 will blow you mind! Coming soon!

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Pussy power

Enticing scent that drugs and pulls the unwary male deep into the pussy. Supernatural(?) fantasy

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Queen Yavara: Chapter 13

Part 4 recap: Elena enslaves a family of succubi who attempted to capture her and Brock. Leveria tortures her mother before having her executed, and Yavara and Prestira acquire the aid of Drake Titus and his mercenary army of vampires.

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His Angel Part 2

Amanda curled up again in Douglas’s arms. She wanted to push the world away and began to cry once more. He raised her chin, kissed her softly on the lips. “Honey, you, and I both know there is Bryan to consider. You two have five years together and there is something between you, or you would not of been together this long. You need to talk to him, seriously now, you owe him that much.”
“You’re right! Oh god, how can life be so complicated!” As she methodically went through the motions of getting dressed, she again wondered what in the hell just happened to her. Was the feeling she having just lust of a sex starved homemaker? Or was it love? The more she thought about it, the more she realized that her feelings for him were more then just lust. Lust does not make you want to cuddle and talk for hours on end.
He pulled into the parking area of the mall. She thought the dam would burst and she would float out of the truck on a blanket of tears. However, she had known in her heart that she had to be sensible.
She looked into his eyes, “Hell, why does this have to be goodbye? I know in my heart that we’ll meet again.”
He held her close and kissed her hard, then pinched her ass. “That’s a big 10-4 doll. I love you!”
She watched his rig drive out of sight. Wishing she was still with him. Then she walked toward the store to look for her sister, who was picking her up. She found her near the vending machines, drinking a soda and reading the newspaper. “Hi Sis, how long have you been sitting here? “
Her sister saw that Amanda was beaming from ear to ear. “Oh not long, did you have a good time honey?”
“I will tell you all about it on the drive home.”
As her sister drove to her home, Amanda chattered as if a love struck teen. When she stopped talking and glanced at her sister, she had that, girl you have gone loco look in her eyes.
When they got home, her sister brewed some coffee. Then Amanda began to give her all the juicy details of her sexual encounter with Douglas. She was sure that she loved him.
Her sister looked at her sternly. “Amanda, how can you know that? You’ve just met the guy. Honey, stop, and think things through will you. You have not even taken the time to get over Bryan. Here you go, plunging off the cliff once more. I think you need to steer completely free of men for at least a month. If this is love, what’s the hurry?”
She thought of her sister’s works all night. Damn-it, has she done it once more? You ran from one crappy situation into the arms of a man, without seeing what lay ahead. You also did not take care of your broken heart. She wondered if it was really lust. “Oh no,” she concluded. No man had ever touched her like that and made a spark go clear to her soul. No–one–it was love!
The next few weeks were hard. She was confused and terribly alone. He was on the road. All she could do was think about him! God, she wanted to hold him close and feel his naked body next to hers. She wanted to feel his lips. Kissing her and going from her sweet lips to her clit, setting every inch of her ablaze with passion. She realized she had to have him in her life, no matter what.
She did not want to talk with Bryan, or see him. Heaven forbid she could not even bring herself to the point of telling his she had found another man. He was due to bring her things down the following weekend. She knew that if she saw him, things might be different.
Hell, he might even sweep her off her feet. Then take her off to the nearest hotel to talk or make love to her all night. It would be nice if he did that. It would mean he had come to his senses. After all, she had over five years invested in their relationship. Something was there, or it would not have gone this far. She sat her feelings about Douglas on the back burner and once again focused on Bryan. She knew that in her own way, she did love Bryan, no matter how scattered brained he was. She just knew this was the last chance to rekindle that love.
All day Friday, she could think of nothing else. She envisioned Bryan grabbing her and kissing her, telling her, he would not let go until they talked privately. Then she went a step further and she saw him loving her like he did the first time they made love. She had herself convinced that this little trip away from him could indeed bring him to his senses.
That Saturday morning, she was up before the alarm went off. By this time, she was a nervous wreck.
She went to talk with her sister. “I can’t face Bryan. I cannot stand to be in the same room with him!” Her sister wiped her tears and told her she could not have to see Bryan until they had unloaded all of her stuff. She could sit in her bedroom and try to stay calm.
If anyone knows Amanda, they are aware that when she is upset she is worse then a loose tornado.
When the time was right, her sister came into the room and told her she Bryan was there. He was waiting for her in the den. She would leave the two of them alone so they could talk privately. If Amanda needed her, all she had to do was come and knock on her bedroom door.
The steps Amanda took toward the den felt like a ten-mile walk. When their eyes met, Bryan took her into his arms. “I love you. I hope your visit with your sister is going well and that you have not been in a lot of pain.” He proceeded to show her the things he brought down for her. Explaining he forgot to follow the list, but she could make him a new one. He then moved the heavy stuff around, placing them where she wanted them. He then set up her computer.
About that time, her sister knocked on the door. She excused herself, saying that Amanda had a phone call. She asked if she wanted her to take a message. Amanda told her she had better take it, because it might be her son. He was worried about her. She left the den and took the phone call in her sister’s bedroom, that way, she could talk freely.
When she answered it, she discovered it was Douglas. He was inquiring if she was ok. She told him, she was all right. Considering the fact her heart had been shattered in a million shards and her marriage was over. She would feel him in on details later on. Right now, she was too upset to think straight. She then went back into the den to see if Bryan needed any more help.
She was hoping he would say, “Let’s go someplace private so we can talk things out honey.” All he did was tell her he was finished and needed to start the long drive home. He kissed her and told her he would send an email to her when he got home. Nothing more was said. With tears in her eyes, she walked him toward the back door.
Bryan stopped her. “I do not want you to follow me out to my truck. I think it is best we say our good-bye here.” He left closing the door behind him.
She walked back into the den. Then stood in the middle of the room with her fist clenched tightly screaming, “God-damn–it,” repeatedly! Her sister rushed into the room, held her close, and told her to stop.
She looked into her sister’s eyes. “What in the fuck is wrong with that man? It was as if Bryan did not love me at all. Oh god, how could I have been so stupid and marry him?” It took her sister late into the night, to calm Amanda down. She knew if she did not let her cry, the pain would torment her more and cause more health problems.
Amanda finally wiped the last teardrop from her eyes. “That’s it, NO-MAN, is worth two fucking years of tears! I thought he would take me home and make sure we were back on track and never let me go again. My god, he just killed the last sliver of love I have for him. Nothing will make me go back to that town or him at all now. If it’s okay with you sis, this is now my home!”
“My home is your home, anytime you need a place to stay. Now just try to rest for now. We can talk about things Monday.”
Amanda then attempted to sleep. Tomorrow she would have to rebuild the rest of her life. She knew she could do this. She had been down this road before. She hated that road too, but sometimes life throws us a curve ball. We just need to take careful aim and knock that ball clean out of the ballpark.
The next morning she wrote Douglas an email. She told him she was sure that her feelings for him were love. The sensations were not those of sex-starved wife. She wanted to nurture that love and watch it grow. Then she told him what happened between her and Bryan. Adding there was nothing in her life now that would block her feelings for him. She knew she was once again happy and on the verge of a new romance.

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My Very Hot Wife

My Very Hot Wife 2
This story is true, it took place over an 18 month period, only his name has been changed the rest is the way the encounter occurred, and I have the tapes to refer to for accuracy.
My wife is 35 years old, five foot, long blond hair, 38dd breasts and a great ass. By her third date with John her ass was no longer virgin.
Her and I have spoken about these stories and she wanted to contribute to the writing.
This next encounter is told by Joyce as I wasn’t there to record it.
Hi everyone.
After my last encounter every time the phone rang I ran over and picked it up with anticipation. When John left Sunday morning he said I’ll call Monday and maybe stop by for a blow job, I was salivating to give it to him. As you may or may not know I love to suck cock and swallow cum.
No call, Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday, by Thursday I was getting depressed. Thursday evening Al and I were watching TV around 8:30 PM when the phone rang. Al answered, Hi John how have you been? Oh well shit happens yeah I’ll get her, it’s for you and he smiled at me. I said hi babe thought you had ditched me, No way having trouble with my wife these last few days, I understand. Hold on while I go upstairs so I can talk.
Al turned the TV sound off and I put the phone on speaker. After a few moments I said ok now I can talk. Joyce the last four days all I’ve thought about was you. I know darling after you left I kept those panties on until 4PM and that’s when I took a shower, I wanted to smell you all day. I didn’t brush my teeth until Monday because I wanted to keep your taste in my mouth. Stop I’m getting a hard-on thinking about it, good.
I’m trying to arrange a fishing trip for Saturday till Sunday, a friend of mine says I can use his boat. It’s a thirty foot cabin cruiser and we can go out in the bay and anchor. Will Al let you go? Call me in the morning, by noon and I’ll let you know. By big guy, by love.
Do you want to go? Hell yes! Ok but just this one time as all I’ll have is your story on the trip. Great, let me suck your cock, I need some cum now. Ok.
The next morning John called at about 11, hi sweetie how my girl? Wet and ready for our fishing trip. That’s great I’ll pick you up at around 2PM Saturday afternoon, ok what do I need. Your street clothes, a pair of panties bra and heels? I can do that.
Saturday at two he pulled up and off I went, after we left the neighborhood I leaned over and stuck my tongue down his throat and then put my head down and kissed his dick.
Joyce you have no idea how much I’ve looked forward to this, and me too babe. The ride was long and but we finally arrived at 4:30. You hungry? I could go for a cum shake or a burger. The shake you will get later lets get some food, ok.
After burgers and fries and several double vodkas we got to the boat. We got on board and went in side. I’d like another drink please, ok but you’ve had four already, don’t worry I’m not driving, ok.
I went into the state room and put on my outfit yellow lace thong, matching bra and black 5” heels. I opened the door stepped out and had a tongue in my mouth and a hand on my clit. Wow I guess you like the look? You know it. My juices started flowing, he took me into the bedroom, take those panties off! You got it, I laid down and that huge cock was going in easily, all I could say was your cock feels great push it further, and he did until our public bones we mashing together. Oh my god oh my god baby fuck me fuck me. He did for about five or six minutes and then as I was about to explode he tensed up and we came together, I almost passed out I came so hard. It took a long time to calm down, He rolled off with a cute smile and said are you hungry I just smiled and said all the time.
The next half hour he feed me cum and vodka, what a great combination. ( ladies if you’ve never tried it you should )
I had my hand on his cock and it started to twitch. Honey I have something for you, as I started to message the cock with more vigor. What is it doll. Well the last time we were together you took my ass before I could say anything, yes I know, shush what I’m saying is I’d like to offer it to you willingly now. Really? Yes and Al has never had it so I hope you know how I feel.
God I’d love it, I rolled over on all fours stuck my ass up as far as I could and said make me cum. The next thing I felt was his large wet warm cock at my rosebud and then in it went. I was tight but knew in time he’d stretch me to accommodate him in all my orifices.
He did what I asked and I blew my cookie twice before he unloaded another large load of sperm into me.
For the next two hours I had cum and vodka. I realized then that I was falling in love with his cock. Hon would you fuck me again? I sure will, John rolled over and in his beautiful cock went. We fucked for what seem like and hour I came four times and then he once again let go, god I love warm cum.
We were both getting pretty drunk cum and vodka is great and I admit I don’t know when to stop. It was about midnight, we were still up when we heard footsteps on the boat. What was that I asked, I don’t know let me go see, John got up and put on his shorts, I pulled up my wet panties and grabbed a t shirt the back door open and there was a big black guy. John looked and said Hi Mark, Hi John, I thought you were going fishing? Something else came up, it was apparent to see what we had been doing as I was covered in cum and had soaked panties both front and back showing large stains.
Mark got any beer yeah I’ve got about six left I’ll get them for you, thanks. Should I change? No I like the look and besides I’m fucking you when he leaves, ok good. Why is he out roaming around at midnight. Wife left him so he’s been alone for five months, bet he has a very full nut sack. I’m sure he does, he saw the twinkle in my eye. My concern is he may want more then a blow job. But there has to be an awful lot of cum? Right! Yeah I suppose. You’ve had a lot of cum already, never enough cum, besides I could pump it into a glass and I could drink it. I’m sure he expect you to pump it out of him, I have no problem with it if you don’t. Besides the sooner he leaves the soon I get fucked again.
John here’s the beer, thanks. Mark this is Joyce, Hi Mark how are you? Great you? Never better. I’m a bit of a mess at the moment, you look fine to me. Well thank you sir.
John says your alone, yeah wife left five months ago, why? Found a guys with a bigger dick. Sorry about that, well you guys have a beer and I’ll be out in a little bit. The door closed.
Joyce really looks good man, thanks and she loves to suck cock and drink cum. Really? yeah for real. Wow. If your interested she could jerk you off in a glass and drink it. Really? Yeah but that’s it then you go. Ok it’s a deal. Joyce, hon come out, she opened the door and stood there in wet panties and a t shirt, what’s up baby? How would you like some more cum? I’d love it. Mark’s nut sack is full, you could pump it out in the vodka glass and, I know what to do with it, Mark you ok with this, yeah Lets go, John get my glass, got it, Mark lets see your cock please. He stood up and out came a very large dick, it was larger then Johns and quite a bit fatter, how nice, come her big boy. Joyce pulled off her t shirt showing off her 38s and said can’t jerk a guy off unless your tits are bouncing around and your nipples are rock hard, right? Yes was all mark could say.
It took her four minutes and Mark let go of a huge load, Joyce cooed at him, again? Please another four minutes and she had at least six ounces of cum. Again? nope I’m empty, looks good. She lifted the warm sticky concoctions to her lips and drank. Mark smiled your are my kind of woman, thank you sir, she held up the glass tipped it towards him in a gesture of thanks and finished it, you taste great. Thank you and you can do that anytime you want. Well thank you sir.
I’ll see you next week buddy, you guys have a great night, we will. Mark was gone, Well how about the good fucking you promised me?
John spread he legs rubbed the head of his cock on her wet pussy lips and pushed, oh god lover I can really get use to this, me too. Now lets fuck, yes. yes, yes.
Sunday morning John’s car pulled up and Joyce got out, waved goodbye and came in the house. I was sitting at the table drinking coffee. Good morning, hi hon it’s a great morning. Joyce your covered in cum, yeah it’s a good look for me don’t you think? Any more coffee? Full pot, well get some and tell me how it went.
A note from Joyce.
I have to admit I didn’t tell al about the anal or Mark until mark was also fucking me but that’s another date and story. If you enjoyed these first three date let us know as the affair went on for 18 months and there were many date and al relies on the tape for accuracy. To any female readers believe me try cum and vodka it’s great!

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The Boy next door -3

okay, i understand how in the first chapter i got like 4-5 negative comments. one really upsetted me though saying i wasnt a writer. well you know what, im not used to these type of stories. im expanding my horizens. Also the reason why my spelling is messed up is because im on a old tablet that runs very slow. i have had this for 3 years now. dropped it over a dozen times. but i’ll try to correct my spelling the best i can.

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Family Affairs (Aunt Christina Pt. II) (Ch.4)

This is a work of total fiction. The story and any characters within it belong to Vyper269. If you like it let me know and I’ll write more. If you don’t, I don’t really care. If you want to read, share, and comment on it, Cool! But it is mine. If you want to do anything with the characters, please write me with your ideas and ask, the worst that happens is I say no.
I want to thank everyone for the feedback and the suggestions. I’m truly glad that you’re enjoying this story. With that said, here is part IV, Again, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy it! 1/14/2013.
Family Affairs (Aunt Christina Pt. II)
I went down to the garage and brought the ’65 back up. It had plenty of room in the trunk for Niki’s few things, and I was still seething from what I’d read that I felt like I needed the raw power that only a Detroit V8 can offer.
I went back inside and grabbed Nikki bags and stowed them in the trunk, then went in and grabbed the folders off the table and started to take them to my room. I thought better of it and put them in the car, I wanted them with me, not just lying around the house, until I could talk to the girls about what was in them.
I went back inside a second time, this time to find Niki and head for the airport, but she wasn’t at the patio doors anymore. I went over to the patio doors and saw Aunt Christina lying back on the side of the pool pulling on her nipples as hard as she could, her mouth open and her head thrashing side to side in obvious ecstasy. Then I saw Aunt Sarah’s head bobbing up and down between Crissy’s legs. This was shaping up to be a long night for Crissy.
I went to the room we’d given Niki to look for her, but she was nowhere to be found. I ended up going all the way back to my room. I went in to see if she was there, and I could hear the shower running. I found Niki’s travel clothes and her carry-on along with Rachel’s bikini on the bed. I took Niki’s tickets out of the side pocket to check the flight time, just to be safe, and found the information that I needed. Niki had padded her time a little when she told me 1:00am, but the flight was actually scheduled for 1:30. Since that was the case, we were good for time. I went to the kitchen with her documents and made a quick phone call, then back to my room and stripped out of my clothes.
I moved up to the shower stall in my bathroom and could hear Niki moaning and grunting over the noise of the shower. I peeked around the corner and there was Niki, palms flat against the far wall, her ass pointed at me and Rachel on her knees with her face buried in Niki’s pussy.
“Oh my God, Rachel,” Niki moaned, “You’re much better at that than your sister. Ungh…maybe you can show her…a couple of…pointers before she…Oh God I’m cumming again!!”
Rachel buried her face deeper into Niki’s pussy and reached up and grabbed both of her ass cheeks and squeezed them as she pulled them wide apart. That seemed to push Niki into a second orgasm and she leaned harder against the wall and pushed her ass harder into Rachel.
I took that moment to move up behind Rach and kneel down behind her, my cock was already hard from watching these two together, and I knew Rachel well enough to know that her pussy was probably soaked. I teased her pussy a little with the head, then slid my cock into her as far as I could from this position. She pulled away from Niki and reached behind her to hug me as she leaned into me.
“Ungh…That’s my boy, always exactly where I need him when I need him.”
Niki spun around as I pulled Rachel down on top of me. After a little readjustment she settled into a nice reverse cowgirl ride. I pulled her back onto my chest and gave Niki a ringside view of things to come, (cum?).
“Oh my God, that’s so hot!!!” said Niki. “Can I play too?”
“I’d be mad if you didn’t, you still owe me a cunt licking!” Rachel said as she leaned back up and pulled Niki down to kiss her.
Niki pulled away and touched Rachel’s face, then moved down to start paying Rachel back for the orgasms she owed her.
Rachel settled in to a slow grinding rhythm and let Niki’s tongue work on her clit. As Rachel leaned back and lay on my chest, I reached up and started squeezing and massaging her breasts. I could feel Rachel’s cunt start to spasm around my cock as Niki and I fondled and licked her wonderful body.
“Oh…God!! I’m cumming!!! Oh my…Fuuuuuck!!!” Rachel practically screamed the words as her whole body spasmed and racked itself into a powerful orgasm.
Once her orgasm subsided, I grabbed her arms and started moving at a faster rhythm in and out of Rachel, while Niki went back down on her clit, starting Rachel toward another screaming orgasm. After a short time, Niki moved up and started sucking on Rachel’s tits. Rachel moaned and pulled Niki’s head down and drove those wonderful breasts so deep into Niki’s mouth I thought she might suffocate.
Rachel let go of Niki as her whole body tightened up as her orgasm swept over her. Niki slid down Rachel’s body, kissing her along the way, then just as Rachel started to come down from the ride, Niki planted her mouth on Rachel’s cunt and sucked hard, sending her sky high again.
“Oh Fuuuuuck!”
As Rachel’s body started to subside, I felt Niki push Rachel up and off of my cock. She replaced Rachel’s cunt with her mouth and started licking and sucking Rachel’s juices off my member.
Rachel picked herself up and pulled Niki’s mouth off of my cock just as she was starting to deep throat my dick.
“That’s not fair!” I protested.
“Hush!” was all Rachel said. Niki looked at me licking her lips as Rachel pulled her up and positioned her over my spit-slippery cock. Niki knelt down and settled onto my cock with a low moan and an arched back.
“Oh…Rachel you’re right, it does feel wonderful, doesn’t it?”
“It does, now ride him fast, you’re running out of time.”
I sat up and hugged Niki, pulling her in closer to me, and once I had a good grip on her, I stood up. As I did, she wrapped her arms and legs tight around me and I took her with me into the bedroom. I laid her on the edge of the bed and we found a nice easy rhythm together.
Rachel climbed up on the bed and moved all of my pillows into a big pile above Niki’s head. She leaned back against them and pushed two fingers into her own pussy. She pushed one of her breasts up with the other hand and started sucking and biting on her own nipple.
I leaned away from Niki to change my angle so I could watch Rachel better and Niki moved her legs up and grabbed her own ankles, wrapping her legs nearly behind her head. Now I really had to shift, so I pulled her down so her ass was a little closer to the edge of the bed and started fucking her harder.
“Yes, fuck me. I want you to fuck me like you fuck your mom.”
“Oh God!” said Rachel. “I’m cumming again!”
I didn’t say anything, I just started fucking Niki harder and let some of my built up anger spill out through it. I was slamming her hard into the bed, angry at the shit running around in my head, and dumping it into her cunt.
“Oh…fuck…yes…fuck me! Fuck me harder! HARDER!! Oh…Fuck…I’m cumming!!!” Niki screamed.
I poured as much of it into her as I could, and after just a couple of minutes at that pace, and seeing Rachel with 4 fingers now shoved up inside herself and her own tits in her mouth, I felt my balls tighten.
“Ungh…Ungh…was all that came from Rachel as she finished her own orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum!!!”
“I want it in my mouth! I want to taste you!” Niki insisted, so I pulled out, but a bit too late. As she was moving to wrap her beautiful lips around my cock, I started cumming. I shot some on her face as she slid her mouth over my shaft and down its length, milking all of the remaining cum out of me with her tongue and lips as she played with my balls.
Once I was spent, she backed away from my cock and looked into my eyes and said, “Delicious!”
Rachel came up beside her and licked my cum off of her face. Niki kissed her afterward, and then they both turned and looked up at me. I was mesmerized.
Yep! Really too bad she’s leaving tonight.
After we all showered and got clean, Niki and I got dressed and Rachel put my bed back together. She turned and looked at me with her best ‘mom’ look on her face, waggling a finger at me.
“I’ll be here when you get back, Davey. You come straight home now and fuck mommy some more.” She said this and then broke into a huge grin. “I couldn’t help myself, I am still your mom.”
“That is just sooo hot!” Said Niki looking from Rachel to me and back again.
“Well sweetie, when you come back through, you and Crissy can watch him fuck me and Sarah.” Then she hugged Niki and gave her a deep lusty kiss.
“You’re making it really tough for me to go get on that plane, Rachel.”
“We’re not going anywhere baby, when you come back you guys can stay here with us as long as you want.” Rachel told her as she pulled her back into a hug and kissed her again. Niki kissed her back and I could see them swapping spit with their tongues.
“Then it’s a date for when I come back through this way.” Niki sounded a little bummed by the whole exchange, but she gave Rachel one last kiss then picked up her carry-on and headed for the door. “I’ll wait for you out here, Davey.”
“I’ll be right there.”
“I’ll be waiting for you in here Davey, so please come home quickly and keep me warm.” She said this to me as she moved over and crawled onto my bed looking back over her shoulder and down her body, letting all her hair fall down the far side of her face. Hot!!
“I’ll be back to you as soon as I possibly can. Believe me.” I said as I moved up to her and rubbed her ass and pussy as I leaned down and kissed her lower back.
“Mmmm…are you back already?”
“All right, I’m going. But I don’t have to be happy about it.”
“I know, but you did promise.”
“I’ll text you when I’m heading home.”
“I’ll be right here.”
“I love you Rachel.” I told her as I kissed her lower back and ran my tongue down her crack and teased her sweet rosebud just a little.
“Ungh…you better go before I tear your clothes off and make Niki miss her flight.”
I broke away from her and headed for the door. “That wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing for us would it?”
“No,” she laughed, “not bad at all.”
I went out and Sarah and Crissy were saying goodbye to Niki. Sarah had an almost wild look in her eyes, and Crissy looked more than a little worn out. I just caught a small piece of their conversation as I came up to them.
“I promise Niki, thank you.”
“Thank you, love. Thank you so much.” Crissy said as she planted a huge kiss on Niki then looked back to Sarah and kissed her too. She headed for her room, “I’ll see you soon sweetheart. Goodnight Davey.”
“Be careful, Davey.” Sarah said as she kissed me and followed Crissy.
“So…do I really want to know what that’s about?” I asked Niki.
“Probably not, but I’ll tell you if you want.”
“That’s okay, I’ll find out when I get back.”
She smiled hugely as she turned and headed out the door. I followed her out and climbed into the car and we headed for the airport.
We talked a little along the way, Niki’s hand on mine practically the entire trip.
“So by now you’ve figured out that Crissy and I are more than just business partners.”
“I sort of suspected that when you guys got here this morning. She pulled you to her side much more comfortably than just business associates. She practically grabbed your ass when she did it.”
“David, can I ask you something?”
Uh-oh. I thought. Here it comes.
“Sure, what’s up?”
“How is Crissy when she’s with you guys?”
“You want the truth?”
“Please.”
“She’s actually kind of a bitch. She breezes in and treats everyone like they owe her something. And she takes certain liberties that, while harmless enough, don’t show any respect for her sisters.”
“That’s what I thought. You should know that she isn’t like that with me. She’s kind and warm and speaks nothing but praise and admiration for you and her sisters. She really does love you guys.”
“So why does she turn into Ms. Flaming Bitch when she shows up?”
“She has a secret of some sort. She hasn’t told me about it yet, but it prays on her mind almost constantly. And she did say that it’s come between her and her sisters.”
“Do you know anything about it? Anything at all?”
“Something about her parents and the day that they died, but not much else.”
Something to think about certainly, but the only thing I could come up with was that she may have got home early and saw the bodies before the cops showed up. That couldn’t be right based on the timeline in the police report, still she was missing from a couple of classes that day. Hmmm.
“I hope she tells me soon, because we shouldn’t have any secrets between us. Especially if we’re going to stay together, and I plan on keeping her.”
“That’s wonderful Niki. I couldn’t ask anything better for either of you. She’s been a bitch to her sisters for a long time, but Rachel and Sarah do love her, and I believe she loves them too. I’m glad you told me about how she is with you, Niki it gives me hope for her.”
“We did talk on the flight over here, and I made her promise to talk to her sisters about whatever her secret was, so she could mend those fences. That was what the conversation was about when we were leaving. She’s going to talk to the girls tonight or tomorrow. She wants to talk to them and have it settled before she talks to me.”
“I’m sorry, I would have thought she’d confide in you first.”
“Me too, but I do know it’s out there, she told me that much straight off when we started dating. She just feels that she needs to settle it with the girls before we move on.”
“I guess I get that, I don’t know if I could be that patient. You must really love her a lot.”
“I love her tremendously, like no one I’ve ever loved before.”
“I know that feeling.”
We got to the airport in good time for her flight, so I just parked in short-term and walked Niki into the terminal. We got her bag checked, and as we were finishing, Niki asked the attendant for her boarding passes since she hadn’t had time to go online and print them.
“There you are, first class, one way to London Heathrow.”
“Excuse me? There must be some mistake, I’m supposed to be in coach.”
“No miss, you’re ticket has been upgraded to First Class.”
Niki turned to me, “Did you do this?”
“Yeah. I figured you wouldn’t mind. To me traveling in business and coach is uncomfortable and pretty much sucks all the way around. The food is alright these days, but the seats are uncomfortable and you can never get any rest.”
“Thank you David” she said as she leaned up and kissed me.
“You’re very welcome Niki. Let me know when you’re coming back, and I’ll spring for your tickets.”
I walked with her as far as security would allow, and handed her carry-on bag to her.
“It was wonderful to finally get to meet you and the rest of Christina’s family, David.”
“It was great to meet you too, Niki. I hope you and Crissy will come back again soon.”
She reached up and kissed me deeply as she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug.
“We will, as soon as time allows.” She said as our kiss ended and she looked into my eyes.
We stared at each other like that for a long pause, then we kissed again, tongues probing each other’s mouths searching for something to remember the moment by.
“I should go, or I won’t be able to.” Niki finally said, breaking the hug and the kiss.
“Before you go, can I ask you something Niki?”
“Of course.”
“Are you wearing perfume?”
“No…I’m not.” She seemed amused by my question. “Why?”
“I swear I smell Jasmine.”
“Sorry, it’s not mine.”
“Oh well. No big deal.”
She leaned up and kissed me quickly once more, and she turned and went through security. I watched her walk away until she disappeared around the corner leading to her gate. Damn, Crissy was a lucky woman.
I grabbed a coffee for the trip home at one of the shops and texted Rachel while I was waiting then headed to the car. The trip home was uneventful, though I took a little longer route home, letting the big V8 run a little faster than is strictly legal, but without someone to talk to, my mind went back to all of the information I had.
Thinking about it now, I was able to get through it with a limited amount of anger building back up. I decided it was time to cut the bullshit and openly talk about the dark family secrets that had remained hidden for so long. I just had to decide if it would be tonight or tomorrow.
I got back home and decided that tomorrow would be soon enough. Everyone gets some rest and we can all share in the bullshit with fresh eyes. I went to say goodnight to Sarah and Christina, and heard noises coming from Rachel’s room. I pushed the door open quietly and looked in. There on the edge of the bed was Aunt Crissy face down away from the door, her hands tied behind her back with a necktie from the closet, and gagged with a pair of panties. Aunt Sara was standing behind her, ass fucking her with a strap-on. Crissy turned her head and looked back at me. All I could see was the look of pure lust in those green eyes. I looked up and saw Aunt Sarah pull Crissy’s hair and lift her head off the bed.
“Ungh… Ungh… Ungh.” Was all that Crissy could manage with the gag in her mouth as Sarah slammed the dildo into her ass.
“That’s right you selfish bitch! You’re my little fuck slave now!”
Holy shit! Aunt Sarah as a top? I suspected that if Sarah actually cut loose, she would be unstoppable, but I never expected anything like this. Holy Shit!
I stripped my clothes off and walked in with my erection leading the way. Crissy turned her head toward me and I could see her smile as best she could around the gag. Then her smile faded as she turned away from me.
“Every time a boy came to the house, you flirted with them and took them from me and fucked them before I ever had a chance at any kind of relationship. You whore! I married that asshole and stayed with him because you told me you thought he was a good man, and he beat me over and over again!” She was fairly screaming at Crissy now and slamming her dildo into her.
“Then when I couldn’t do anything but cry, he’d fuck me; rape me over and over. Sometimes he’d even ‘loan’ me out to his poker buddies to cover his debt on a losing night! Then, on those nights, after everyone left, he’d fuck me again. Only this time, he’d slap me over and over if he’d seen me cum under the touch of one of his friends. All the time with his dick in me telling me how much he loved me. Do you have any idea how that made me feel?! DO YOU?!!?” Tears were streaming down both women’s faces as she screamed at Crissy.
I moved up behind Sarah and grabbed he arms and slid my cock between her legs from behind. She was sopping wet, and I shifted and slid into her pussy with ease.
“Ungh…Davey!?”
“Goddamn Sarah you are so wet and feel so good wrapped around my cock.” I shifted my hips again, this time to draw her attention to me instead of Crissy and to get my dick into her as deep as it could go.
“Ungh…You feel pretty fucking good yourself.” She said.
“Sweetheart, I love you, but you need to ease up on her a little. If you break her I won’t be able to get you a new one, and you know Niki will never forgive you.”
I
heard Crissy making noises behind her gag. I looked down and she was shaking her head NO! NO! NO!
“I can’t understand her around that gag.”
“She doesn’t want me to stop.”
Crissy nodded her head up and down as best she could.
“Seriously Crissy? You want her to keep going at that pace? To keep fucking you like her slave whore?”
Crissy nodded her assent.
“I don’t understand this, what’s going on?” I’d gotten distracted and stopped fucking Sarah, so I started sliding in and out of her again.
“She wanted this. She said it was her way of letting me get even.”
Crissy nodded again and mumbled into her gag.
“Unh-hunh…hleeze heek hucking he…hleeze!”
“So…Christ Davey, you’re making me cum!! Oh…fuuuuuck!!” Sarah pulled back on Crissy’s hair again as she rode her wave up and back down again. Sarah pumped her fake cock deep into Crissy’s ass all through her orgasm as I pumped her pussy. I could hear Crissy let out a low animal growl, letting her own orgasm wash over her as well. Sarah started to re-focus a little bit and calm down. Her pace had slowed to a slightly slower one, easing up on Crissy’s ass a little while at the same time I’d sped my pace up a little bit to match hers so it felt like we were both fucking Crissy.
“I think that your Aunt Crissy has earned a little taste of your cock.”
I pulled out of Sarah’s warm pussy reluctantly, and moved up onto the bed, this was her show after all, I was just intruding. I pulled Crissy’s gag out and replaced it with my cock before she could utter a word. She groaned in appreciation and started sucking my dick like it was the only one in the world.
“So Aunt Crissy, do you like the taste of your baby sister’s cunt on my cock?” I pulled out of her mouth to let her speak.
“Delicious, please mistress, may I suck his cock clean?”
“Yes fuck slut, you may. And don’t think for one minute that I’ve forgotten that you came without permission. When he’s done skull fucking you, I will punish you for that.”
“Yes mistress. It was just sooo very hot!”
Sarah slapped Crissy’s ass a good hard smack and pulled her head up by her hair roughly.
“I didn’t give you permission to speak either, whore!”
“No mistress! Please forgive me mistress! I’m sorry Davey, I would like you to fuck my face now please.”
Never wanting to disappoint my Aunts, I jammed my cock back into Crissy’s mouth and proceeded to fuck her mouth like it was her pussy. She moaned and whimpered as two of her holes were fucked without mercy. I grabbed her head and forced my cock all the way into her mouth until couldn’t go any deeper. I stroked in and out of her a few times and then shoved my cock all the way in and reached down and pinched her nose shut. I held her like that for about 30 or 40 seconds until I could see panic start to show in her eyes. I let go of her nose and pulled my cock out so she could take a breath.
“Oh…Fuck…Please…Again…do that again …Please!” She gasped between breaths.
Again, not wanting to disappoint, I shoved my cock back into the mouth and grabbed her nose. This time though, I held her nose and fucked her mouth until I could feel my balls tighten up and I knew that I was ready to explode.
I looked at Sarah and told her I was about to cum, she reached under Crissy and pulled on her clit.
“You can cum with him if you want to, fuck slut.”
I held Crissy’s head down on my shaft and shot my load down her throat. I pulled out before I was done to let Crissy breathe and swallow and I finished shooting my load all over her face.
“Oh…my…God! Mistress I’m cumming!!! Ungh…ungh…ungh!!!” She came as Sarah kept fucking her ass and tweaking her clit.
I used Crissy’s gag to wipe my cum from her face, then bent down and kissed her deeply. We parted and Crissy moaned her disappointment as I stuffed the cum covered panties back into her mouth.
“Thank you Aunt Sarah, for letting me use your fuck slut.” I leaned down and whispered into Christina’s ear,
“Maybe we can do this again sometime, when you’re not so tied up.”
“Mmmm!” she made yummy sounds around the panties in her mouth.
“But only if you beg his mother to let you!” Aunt Sarah chimed in.
“Mmmm…this time there was a whine in her voice and a little disappointment, like a child told to go ask her mother for permission.
“Good night, Aunt Sarah.” I said as I kissed her and pulled on her nipples.
“Ungh!…Goodnight Davey.” Aunt Sarah said.
“Mm-hmm,” mumbled Aunt Christina. I bent back down and whispered in her ear again, quiet enough so just she could hear.
“I’ll talk to Rachel about letting you fuck me, okay?”
“Mmmm!” there were those yummy sounds again. I left them to their fun and moved back to the door to collect my clothes and go to bed.
I got to my room and Rachel was already asleep, but she had left the bed side light on for me. I went into the bathroom to clean up a little, and then came back to bed, shut out the light and slid in behind Rachel, pulling up close behind her and stealing some small comfort from her warm body.
She turned into me and said sleepily, “I’m glad you’re home.” Then she pulled herself in close to me and let me wrap her up in my arms completely, and then she fell quietly back to sleep. I would have loved to wake her, tell her about the girls and fuck her brains out, but I decided to let her rest, she’d earned it.
I couldn’t sleep. I’d start to drift off, then slam back awake with all the thoughts of how to talk to the girls, about all of the bullshit that came into my possession today. I got up around 5:30, put the coffee on and made a doughnut run so there’d be breakfast.
I got back and poured myself some coffee and decided to open the lock box I’d gotten from the lawyers. Not too tough to figure out the combination. A 10 digit number, Connie’s birth month, day, year, day, month. The box opened first try. Inside were six notebooks with page after page of numbers along with some pencil sketches every few pages or so. I recognized the numbers as a simple book code. Pick a book, a specific publication, then page number, line number and then a specific word on the line. I used the same coding for my own shooting diaries, but I picked my own book. We all carried them in the field and each sniper used their own code. The trick to deciphering them was to know which book was used and which publication.
Rachel came up behind me and hugged me and kissed my neck as she bent over my shoulder. She was wearing only one of my tee shirts that came just below her crotch, and she was still bed warm and sexy.
“Anything good?”
“Not really, just the old man’s shooting diaries.”
I leaned my head into hers a little and reveled in her scent. It was always comforting to have her close to me.
“Rachel,” I said as I came back around wanting to hit the issues head on, “we need to talk about something pretty serious.”
“Oh no you don’t, you didn’t fuck me after you got done with Sarah and Christina last night, so now it’s my turn.” She said as she came around the front of me and started undoing my belt. Well, if I didn’t want to disappoint my Aunts, I sure as hell wasn’t going to disappoint my mother.
“Okay, but I’m going to talk until I can’t make sense anymore.”
“That’s fair.” She said smiling as she pulled my cock out of my pants and wrapped her lips around it. As talented as Crissy may be, Rachel was by far the better cocksucker. But I may be biased.
Rachel got up and helped me pull my pants and shirt off, then she spit on the top of my cock and smeared it all over then climbed up to straddle me guiding my cock into her pussy and settling down on it in one easy motion.
“It’s about Crissy and your parents’ deaths.” I regretted saying it as soon as the words left my tongue. I could see it happening, but I couldn’t stop the talking. David, you are a stupid, stupid man.
Rachel stopped with my cock deep inside her cunt and shifted to a slow grind. She looked down into my eyes and took her tee shirt off as the pleasure and the heat started to ebb in both of our crotches.
“Are you trying to kill the mood Davey? Besides, I already know what you’re going to say about that. Oh fuck you feel good.” She brought the heat back by starting a slow up and down rhythm, rotating her hips as she slid up and down the length of my cock. I was going to question what she’d just said, but she didn’t give me a chance before she started again.
“I found those folders while your dad was away on one of his business trips. I knew if he found out I’d be in deep shit, so I just made copies and put the originals back. Ungh…this is tougher to do than I thought. Anyway I delved into the information, and came to the same con…oh fuck…conclusions that you probably did.”
I pinched her nipples, and pulled on them a little to drive her toward her orgasm.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck!! She leaned forward and planted her mouth on mine and tongued me until her orgasm started, she broke the kiss and leaned back, as she did I planted my mouth on her left breast and sucked on it as hard as I could and flicked the nipple with my tongue. She reached down and pulled my head into her and rode me through her orgasm.
“Now…oh God Davey…I’m cumming now!” She planted herself on my lap and went back to grinding her clit into me, this drove her to a second smaller orgasm close on the heels of the first one.
“Okay, so when you can talk again, tell me about what you found, mommy.” I was willing to keep my end of this little bargain, so I started sliding in and out of her hot, warm, wet pussy again, trying my best to keep it slow and even.
“Oh…that feels so fucking good! Ummm…let’s see, I know that Crissy was in the house when mom died, and because of that she’s been carrying around all the guilt of poisoning our dad, but the cops believe that momma had already done that, according to the evidence, there’s no way Crissy could have done it. Fuck…do you really want to keep doing this?”
“You keep talking, or I stop fucking.”
“Blackmail…I never thought you had it in you.”
“Not blackmail, mother dear, mutual gratification.” I reached up and tugged gently on her nipples and she let out a low moan of pleasure.
“Ungh…fine. Once I had the information about the murders, I focused on the baby’s birth, but that’s pretty well spelled out isn’t it? Oh fuuuuuck!!!”
Rachel grabbed the back of my neck with both hands and started pounding up and down on my cock. She looked down to watch my cock sliding in and out of her hot pussy.
“Cum inside me, Davey!! Cum in your mommy’s hot cunt!!! Oh Fuuuuuck!!!” She came hard bouncing up and down on my cock, which combined with the nasty talk, drove me quickly to my own orgasm.
“I’m cumming Rachel! Now!!!”
Rachel slammed down on my cock and ground her clit into me as I shot my load deep into her pussy. She froze as another orgasm swept over her. Her mouth open and her head back I could feel her pussy spasm around my cock several times milking all of my sperm out as I finished cumming inside her, then her head snapped forward and she looked deep in my eyes with a mixture of animal lust and genuine love. I reached up and pulled her into me, we were both covered in sweat, but where I just felt sweaty but her skin had a beautiful glowing sheen to it. We stayed like that, clinging to each other our bodies cooling in the morning air as our breathing slowly returned to normal.
“Fuck Rachel, I’m always amazed at how contented I feel after sex with you and your sisters.”
“I love you too, David.”
After resting for a short time, I broached the subject of the last folder.
“So what about Teri?”
“Well, I always knew that Emily was yours.”
“Emily?”
“That’s your daughter’s name David, Emily. Teri’s no liar. In spite of what your father thought, she didn’t want anything from him, she loved you. I think you loved her too didn’t you?”
“I did. At least I believe I did. So if you knew this, why didn’t you tell me before now?”
“Well, your dad figured out that I had discovered all of this, so when he confronted me about it, I told him that you should know the truth, and that he never should have hidden it from you in the first place. He threw the old ‘don’t tell me how to raise my son’ line at me. That cut me deeply. Then he told me that if I said anything to you, he’d divorce me, turn me out and cut off all contact between you and me. He was so angry. He really scared me that day. I didn’t tell you before today, because I wanted to get some gauge of how you would react. I was scared.” She stopped talking, and I could feel tears landing on my chest as we sat there.
“Let me guess, 3 months ago.” I kissed the top of her head, and held her close to me.
“Yeah.”
“You never need to be afraid of me Rachel. I just want to make sure we have everything out in the open. No more lies, and no more secrets between us.”
“Agreed.”
“So I only have a few more easy questions.” As we sat there with my cock still inside Rachel’s pussy, I could feel it getting hard again. She must have felt it too, because she started moving her hips in a gentle circular motion on my lap.
“Better hurry, I want more fucking and a lot less conversation this morning.”
“Did you share this stuff with Crissy and Sarah?”
“Yep, last night in the hot tub. Next?”
Hmmm. That means that they knew before their little session last night. That’s interesting.
“Does Teri know any of this?”
“Yes. She and I have kept in touch over the years. I’ve done my best to never contact her from here because of your dad, but we are pretty close.” She started moving her hips up and down slowly as my erection grew larger inside her pussy.
“Ungh…okay last question.”
“Finally!”
“Do you want me to fuck your pussy again, or would you like it up your ass?” I started slamming my cock into her with eager force.
“Ungh…Oh my God!!! Please, mommy wants both!”
I reached up and pulled her nipples until her breasts looked like they couldn’t take anymore.
“Oh…Fuck…Yes…I’m cumming again!!!” As she rested coming down from her orgasm, I picked her up off my cock and repositioned her sweet little rosebud over its head. I guided her back down and slid my cock slowly into her ass. Her eyes snapped open, emerging from her post orgasmic reverie, then her visage changed and she wiggled her hips and sank herself down until my cock was all the way up inside her ass.
“Ungh… I’ve wanted you to fuck my ass again ever since I watched you fuck your Aunt Sarah’s yesterday.
She hasn’t shut up once about it by the way. Who would have thought she’d turn into such an anal slut.”
“I don’t know what to say to that, except maybe ‘Shut up mommy and let your son fuck your ass.”’
She looked at me like I’d slapped her, but as soon as I started sliding my cock in and out of her ass, her expression softened and then turned lusty.
Rachel reached down and started playing with her clit as I picked up my pace a little, she would pull her hand up and lick her fingers every so often, and I realized that she was licking my cum out of her pussy. We kept a steady pace with one another, as I looked past Rachel and saw Sarah and Crissy coming up behind her. When they got close enough, Sarah grabbed Rachel by the hair and pulled her head back and started kissing her passionately tonguing the back of her throat. Rachel reached up and when Sarah broke the kiss, Rachel put her cum covered fingers in her sister’s mouth.
“Mmmm…Davey/Rachel cum for breakfast. My favorite.” Sarah said as she licked Rachel’s fingers clean then reached down and coated her own fingers from my mother’s cunt.
Crissy had Rachel’s right breast in her mouth, sucking on it like a newborn, then she’d pull on the nipple with her teeth. She stopped once and turned and kissed me deeply.
“Good morning, Davey.” She said as she broke the kiss.
“Good morning Aunt Crissy.” I replied politely as I reached down and ran my hand down her ass and then between her legs to her pussy. She was already wet and pushed against my hand as I slid two fingers inside her.
“Oh…yes!”
I started sliding my fingers in and out of her as she went back to work on Rachel’s tits. I added a third finger to Crissy’s pussy, then pulled my hand out and pushed my middle finger into her ass and rubbed her clit with my thumb.
“Oh…fuck!” Crissy said as she climbed toward her orgasm.
Sarah had her mouth planted over Rachel’s and was fingering her cunt as Rachel ass fucked herself on my cock. I watched as Sarah played with Rachel’s clit and drove her to her orgasm. Rachel reached up and pulled Sarah harder into their kiss and screamed into her mouth as Sarah pinched Rachel’s clit and pushed her over the top of her orgasm. Rachel bucked and spasmed through her orgasm.
I slid a second finger into Crissy’s ass and kept rubbing her clit, then Crissy reached down and took over playing with her pussy, so I could focus on her ass. I added a third finger as Crissy squatted down and started moving her hips to fuck my hand as she came.
“Ungh…fuck yes…Davey fuck my ass with your hand!!!” She cried as her orgasm swept over her. She leaned on Rachel as her knees started to go out from under her.
Rachel held Crissy while she climbed off my cock, then guided Crissy’s mouth to clean my shaft. Crissy wrapped her lips around my twitching cock and started sucking me with no hesitation. Rachel moved behind Crissy and started licking her pussy, spreading her cheeks as she devoured Crissy’s juices.
I reached up and pulled Sarah over to me and I started sucking on her nipples and squeezing her breasts. I took her hand and guided it to her own pussy. She started masturbating eagerly as I worked on her nipples, she was so horny that it didn’t take long for her to reach her orgasm.
“Oh…fuck!!! Davey pull on my nipples, please!! Yes yes…just like that…now…harder!!!”
I pulled on her nipples until I felt like I was going to pull them right off her breasts.
“Oh…God…I’m cumming!!!”
Watching Aunt Sarah masturbate herself to orgasm put me a little closer to the edge of my own finish. I let go of Sarah and she leaned against the table as I grabbed Crissy’s head and started fucking her face again. Rachel stopped licking Crissy’s pussy, and pulled her head off my cock. She whispered something to Sarah and Sarah jumped up and, with a shit eating grin on her face, ran down the hall toward Rachel’s room. I had a feeling I knew what she was doing.
Rachel pulled Crissy over in front of me, and I reached up and pulled Crissy’s face down and kissed her sliding my tongue deep into her mouth as Rachel guided her pussy down onto my throbbing cock. Rachel had Crissy so close to her orgasm, that I could feel her cunt clench around my cock as she buried it to the hilt inside her.
“Ungh…Ungh…Oh fuck!!!” She cried out as her orgasm hit her.
I looked at Rachel and she was all smiles as she turned and met Sarah in the kitchen. Sarah came up behind Crissy and started massaging her breasts then moved around and started licking and kissing her neck and face, distracting her from seeing me swallow my chemical hard-on. Rachel has a glass of water and one of my new little blue friends. I swallowed it down then Rachel gave me a wink and whispered in my ear. “Have fun.” Then she took the glass back to the kitchen and took Sarah with her.
Crissy turned back to me and put her hands on either side of my face.
“I have to tell you Davey, I don’t let just any guy stick his dick up inside me.”
“I get that. Niki and I had a nice conversation on the way to the airport.” I started moving my hips back and forth, grinding on her crotch as we talked. “She’s really something special, and she loves you more than I think you realize.”
“I…oh god you feel good…I know she does, and I feel the…Ungh! the same way about her.” She started an easy rise and fall on my cock, as I massaged and squeezed her breasts.
“Then you need to take a chance and tell her. She’s strong, and so are you…Oh shit Crissy, I’m close…take a chance and tell her.”
I grabbed Crissy’s ass and started slamming her up and down on my cock.
“Now Crissy!!! I’m cumming now!!!”
I slammed my cock deep into her cunt and shot my load. “Ungh…fuuuuuck!!!”
Crissy sealed her lips around mine as I came inside her and jammed her tongue in my mouth and licked my tonsils for me.
“Well, I guess I’ll just grab one of Rachel’s dildos and finish this.” Her voice disappointed as she started to climb off my cock.
“Not so fast Aunt Christina.” I still had her hips in hand, so I held her in place and started sliding my still hard cock in and out of her cum filled cunt.
“Oh my!” she said as she realized that I was still hard as stone.
“I mean, you can go get a dildo if you want, but you’ve been talking about fucking my cock since you got here, I thought you really meant that.” I kept sliding her up and down on my shaft.
“Ungh…no no, I’ll stay right here. I just assumed it was going to take…never mind, just please fuck me!”
I pulled her back into a deep kiss and when I had hold of her I stood up, she wrapped her legs around me and I walked us to my room. Once there, I sat down on the bed and lay back pulling her down with me. She broke the kiss and sat up to ride me and draw my cock as far up inside her as she could. Crissy leaned forward a little and braced herself on my chest and continued to slide my cock in and out of her pussy.
“So Crissy, I hope you’re not disappointed now that you finally get to fuck me.”
“Christ no!”
“I want you to feel good Crissy sliding up and down on your nephew’s long hard cock.” I rolled over so she was under me and started kissing and sucking on her neck as she pulled her legs up and I pushed a little deeper into her pussy.
“Ungh…Christ…Yes…Fuck me Davey…Fuck your Aunt Crissy ‘till she…Oh…Fuuuuuck!!!”
She wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me in tighter as her orgasm rolled up and through her whole body. I could feel her pussy grip my cock as her orgasm continued and I kept sliding in and out of her. I felt her tense up and a second orgasm wash over her.
“Oh god Davey, stop…stop and just hold me please!!!”
I stopped thrusting in and out and just held her. I pulled myself back so I could watch her face while she rode the waves of her orgasm.
“Are you alright Crissy?”
“Yes, just so intense. I just need to rest a second. Please?”
“Sure, Crissy.” I said as I pulled my cock out of her and lay down beside her. She rolled away from me and curled up a little. I had the erection, no sense in wasting it, so I spooned up behind her and slid my cock back into her wet pussy.
“Ungh…” she uttered and pushed back into me as I curled up and held her in front of me. I didn’t move, I just lay there and let her feel my cock inside her. I thought she had fallen asleep, but she started moving her hips a little, then I heard her crying softly.
“Crissy are you sure you’re okay?”
“I am. It’s just that this has been a strange couple of days. You three have been so kind, despite my being really shitty. Not just this trip, but every time we get together. I never expected to be forgiven for all the crap I’ve pulled, much less welcomed.”
“You’ve always been welcome her Christina, you just had to accept the offer.” I started sliding my cock in and out of her slowly, building the speed and force slowly.
“I realize that now. Ungh…ungh, fuck Davey you feel so good.”
I massaged her breasts from behind, then rolled her back up on top of me and started pumping in and out of her faster and faster.
“Oh…Fuck…Yes!!! Fuck me! Squeeze my tits, and pull on my nipples…Harder… Please!!!”
I kept my pace until I felt her pussy clench around my cock again, then pushed a little faster and a little harder, pulling on her nipples and massaging her breasts the whole time.
“Oh…Fuck…Yes…Yes…YES!!!” She screamed as her orgasm hit her.
I kept pushing, and I could feel an orgasm climbing up out of my balls.
“I’m…cumming…again…Davey…NOW!!!”
I shot my load into Crissy just as her orgasm hit, and that pushed her over the top. She went rigid and her voice left her as she squirted out all over me, herself, my bed and onto the floor.
I stopped moving and just let her calm down. Let us both calm down.
“No more, Davey. I don’t think I can take any more right now…Please…”
She rolled off of me, crawled up onto the pillows and curled into a ball. I climbed up next to her, kissed her on the back of her neck and held her close to me.
As I dozed off I could swear I smelled Orange Blossoms.

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The Bradford Family Saga (end)

“Penny for your thoughts,” Marsha said quietly.
“Oh, Hi, honey. Did I wake you?”
Marsha shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I’ve been watching your face for a
couple of minutes. I think I know what you were dreaming about.” There was a
wicked gleam in her eye. “You were reliving it, weren’t you?”
Carol just smiled.
“God, that was hot! Is it always that way?”
“No. Just at special times, like then. I’ve had three- ways before,” she said
nonchalantly, “but this time was something else.”
“Because it was family?”
Carol looked at her lovely daughter, an image of her younger self, smiled and
kissed her lightly. “Yes,” she said, “because it was family.”
*************************
Mr. and Mrs. Goodman sat on their veranda and listen to the tinkle of laughter
coming over the wall from the Bradford pool area.
“They certainly seem to be enjoying their reunion. That really was a nice party,
wasn’t it, Arnold? They’re such a lovely family.”
“Yes, it was, Mildred. You don’t see that kind of togetherness anymore, not
much, anyway. Makes me wish our kids were more like theirs.”
“You’re right, dear, they do seem to have something special.” Mrs. Goodman
paused, then turned to her husband.
“I wonder what their secret is?”
THE END
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I hope you have enjoyed The Bradford Family Saga. All feedback is appreciated.
I can be reached @ [email protected].
Look for more of my stories to be published here, including:
The Wilson Family Saga – A multi-family story of a young man’s sexual journey through his family and his friends. Incest and Interracial theme.
The Princess Steps Out – The kidnapping and sexual abuse (?) of the Princess of Wales
by African Freedom fighters. Note: This story was written many years ago before the
world assigned sainthood to the lady in question. So if your an anglophile please
refrain from negative comments; afterall, it’s just fiction. Celebrity and Interracial
themes.
The Group – The Institution for Alternate Living invites individauls who engage in
consentual incess to discuss the who and whys of their lives.
The Amourous Adventures of the Brady Bunch – The adult Bradys gather for a family
reunion … enough said.
Conversations with a Church Lady – Under hypnosis, the wife of a leading church figure
tells a very different story. Interracial theme.
BONUS EXCERPT: “Potion”
“It’s a real aphrodisiac! I’m telling you it’ll work!”
nerdy Walter Newman gushed.
Sneering, Luther Vaughn, a muscular young black man,
grabbed young Walter’s shirt and violently pushed him up
against a sink. They were in the locker room of the boy’s
gym at South Regional High School.
Walter’s thick glasses almost flew off his blotchy nose.
Walter had a bad case of teenage acne, which was one of the
many reasons he was preoccupied with sex. He didn’t have any
real hope of getting laid, not the way he looked.
“There ain’t no such fuckin’ thing, you fuckin’ dweeb!”
Luther screamed in his face, “And besides, you brainy mother-
fuckin’ jackass, I didn’t pay you to make no bullshit
aphrodisiac, I paid you to make knock-out drops; a good
Mickey Finn! You’re really pissin’ me off, Newman!” He
pushed the young man away in disgust.
“But Luther,” Walter whined, “I can always make knock-
out drops, but this is for real!” He held up a flask of
clear liquid and an audio cassette and rushed on.
“Look, this is a very strong muscle relaxant and
tranquilizer. Give a girl a couple of drops of this and she
becomes very suseptible to suggestion.” He held up the tape.
“Subliminal, hynotic suggestion hidden behind soothing
beach sounds! It’s foolproof! She’ll be begging to fuck her
and afterwards she won’t remember a thing!
“Com’on, Luther, let’s try it!”
Walter jumped when Luther grabbed the vial and tape and
threw them in a refuse can. Surprisingly, the vial didn’t
break.
“Fuck your mumbo-jumbo, asshole!” the black teenager
sneered. “I don’t have problem one gettin’ pussy; black,
brown or white! And for a smart motherfucker you got shit
for brains! Even if that stuff worked, which it don’t; you
think chicks are gonna drink that shit and listen to some
dumbass tape just so a fuckin’ nerd like you can get into
their pants? NOT!”
He grabbed Walter’s shirt again and pushed the smaller
boy towards the locker room door.
“Now get the fuck back to the lab and get to work makin’
my knock-out drops, or I’ll break every motherfuckin’ bone in
your body.”
The door closed nosily behind them but Johnny Wilson
could still hear Luther berate Walter as they walked down the
hall. The fifteen year old peeked around the corner of the
lockers and made sure the coast was clear. The last thing he
wanted was a confrontation with Luther Vaughn. He was bad
news. A broken sneaker lace had held him up after class
making him an unseen witness to Luther and Walter’s crazy
conversation.
An aphrodiaiac! Boy, Johnny thought, Luther’s right,
Walter’s out of his lovin’ mind! That kind of stuff was out
of x-rated science fiction, or Walter’s wishful imagination.
Johnny knew there were two schools of thought concerning
Walter Newman. The first was, he’s was a boy genius and will
win the Nobel for chemistry before he’s twenty-one. The
second was, he’s a dipshit who’s gonna blow himself (and
probably the school, too) to fuckin’ smithereens.
Johnny picked up the vial and tape from the refuse bin
and cautiously looked them over. On impulse, he put the vial
in his pocket, then pulled out his Walkman and slid the tape
in and, holding the headset away from his ears, gingerly
listened. All he could hear was soothing surf sounds. He
waited a moment. If there were secret messages hidden in the
tape he hadn’t heard them. He shook his head but put the
tape in his rutsack and ran off to the lab. He was already
late.
“You’re late, John!” Mrs. Tarr said testily when he
entered the lab. “Are you trying to add to your detention?
If you are you’ve come to the right place.”
Mrs. Tarr was the one of the chemistry teachers and up
to now John thought she was kind of nice, and not bad looking
for an old woman; she was about his mother’s age, but he
hadn’t realized she had a wicked tongue.
“Eh, sorry, Mrs. Tarr. I broke a shoelace and had to
get another.”
Two girls in the corner giggled. Johnny blushed with
embarassment.
Mrs. Tarr made a face and shook her head. “If you two
are finished,” she said to the girls, “take off, and you,
John, get to work. This lab’s a mess and I want it spotless.
Maybe this will teach you that spitballs in the cafeteria
will not be tolerated.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Johnny replied.
The two girls giggled loudly as they left and Johnny’s
face burned even brighter. Grudgingly, he went to the sink,
ran water, then went around picking up dirty test-tubes and
beakers.
“When you have those things soaking, get me a cola from
the lab refrigerator,” Mrs. Tarr commanded.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Johnny was rapidly revising his opinion of the chemistry
teacher, but as he took a bottle of cola from the
refrigerator a sudden brainstorm hit him. Why not? he asked
himself. It had to be tested. Not that it was really going
to work, but if it did wouldn’t that put this bad-mouth bitch
in her place. Quickly he took the vial from his pocket,
opened the cola and put two drops of Walter’s potion into the
dark liquid.
John grabbed a clean glass, put ice in it and was
pouring cola into it when Mrs. Tarr asked what was keeping
him. She took the glass and thanked him, rather reluctantly
John thought.
He smiled at her as she took a deep drink.
“Is there something you want, John?” she asked.
Johnny smiled. “I’d appreciate it if you’d listen to
this tape. The background is suppose to help you
consentrate more. I thought it could help me with my
homework and stuff,” he said offering his Walkman to her. “I
just want your opinion.”
Mrs. Tarr put the headphones on and said, “Only for a
moment; I’m busy. Besides, these things are usually a rip
off.”
“Thanks,” Johnny said and poured more cola into her
glass. Absently, she took another sip as she listened to the
soothing sounds of the seashore. A few moments later she pulled
the headset off and shrugged her shoulders.
“Well, it doesn’t do anything for me, but you can never
tell, it may help you to concentrate. Give it a try.”
The distain in her voice told Johnny that Walters’
bullshit aphrodisiac was just that: Bullshit! She had drank
the potion and listened to the tape. Nothing! Nada! Zip!
Johnny mumbled his thanks and went back to the sink and
started cleaning the dirty beakers again. He felt pretty
foolish. He wanted to throw the vial away but his hands were
wet. He’d wait until he was finished and then chuck the shit.
Leroy was right!
A moment later he froze as a hand reached around and
cupped his cock and balls.
“Hi, big boy,” a husky voice whispered hotly in his ear,
Wanna fuck?”
Johnny’s mouth gaped and his eyes bugged. His chest
tighten and his head started pounding. Mrs. Tarr’s tits
rubbed senuously over his shoulder blades
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