Sweet Summer Loving
A group of horny teens experimenting on summer vacation.
A group of horny teens experimenting on summer vacation.
Linda has become Leos total slave and will do what ever he wants.
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A bracelet with the power to grant you your deepest desires, just be mindfull of what you really want.
The very naked Sarge had managed to save his regulation boxers, much to his relief. He didn’t mind fighting a war with the bare minimum but he had his limits. Over his head he could see the explosions on the outside skin of the shield. He realized the aliens had their hands full. He’d been tracked as soon as he entered their realm. Why hadn’t they just hunted him down again? The firework display above his head told him why.
“They had better things to deal with.” He thought.” After all he was irrelevant they’d disarmed him hadn’t they?”
The Sarge smiled to himself as he picked up his discarded C4 pack.
In the saucer the Queen had taken her place back at the flight seat. She had wasted too much time on these earth creatures. As she sat down the chair came alive, reattaching pipes and nodes to her large body. She felt the living beat of the ship, the microscopic bio-fluid running through its pipes. She was invigorated the craft having suckled on the sexual experiments they had performed that night.
One of her drone bugs approached carrying the humming vines and eggs of the fuck plant so recently inside Daisy and Officer Vale. The data had been assimilated into their collective minds. The Earth law woman and the young girl had accepted their fate, they had finally seen reason. The Queen sniffed the blue head her tentacles licking at the glow. In one motion her jaws opened swallowing the twisting living plant. She gulped it down, the tubes and wires around her hardening, them too beginning to glow blue. It had been so long since she had fed; she was ready to pilot again. Now all that remained was to finish feeding the ship.
The cell door slid open and two bugs beckoned for Jackie to follow them. She shied away her red ringlet hair framing her thin shoulder and neck. One creature entered its flailing tentacle gripping her around her tiny waist pulling her with it. She tried to beat on the armored shell, to no avail the bug almost lifting her onto its back.
“Come with uzzzz!” It demanded, through telepathy.” You have so much power untapped in your body!”
John Vale finally met some resistance to his inexorable approach to the alien dome. A camouflaged recon trooper stood weapon at the ready as another forced him from the car. The base camp was just a few hundred feet away and John caught sight of someone he knew.
The Mayor came running as the recon men pinned the intruder to the bonnet of his car.
“It’s ok let him through; he’s got a right to be here,” assured the Mayor.
Following close behind was the recently usurped Major; himself and his men now no more than security for the Generals little army.
John dusted himself off then was about to speak. The Mayor answered before he could ask the obvious question.
“She’s inside somewhere. She went in to rescue…”
The Major butted in.” She’s a brave woman, but it’s not looking good son.”
They all looked back at the alien shield the helicopters still taking random pot shots at the impenetrable skin. One of the science team approached them his face looking worried.
“It looks like they’re going start pumping the gas!”
“Gas?” John asked to the Mayor.
The old man shook his head. “John, “he said looking to the sky,” you really don’t want to know.”
At the Sweetheart’s homestead the coverall smocked troops worked quickly but ever so carefully. The engines of the Jolly Duster whined as its underbelly began to pump. The flexing tube ran to a triple sealed valve; the deadly agent beginning its long journey along the arrow straight alien tunnel.
Inside the ship the corridors were full of commuting bugs. They were getting ready for take off. Jackie kicked and screamed as she was almost carried along above then like she was stage diving at a rock concert. There was a open vent in the wall and she was pushed head first down it. The shaft dropped her into another cell. As she fell into a crumpled heap of legs and arms the other occupant awoke from a self induced trance. Sat in the corner head down was Jed. He was still naked, his muscled torso greased, biceps busting with injected adrenaline. Between his legs Jackie instantly noticed the fat steel latticed cock; limp but intimidating. The hard blue scrotal sphere underneath making his penis thrust up proud even when not erect.
Jed groaned a low insane noise. Spittle was dripping from the side of his mouth his eyes barely open. Along his spine were twelve nodes each with a wire sprouting from them. They connected to a thicker black conduit. This snaked up to the ceiling where it disappeared rather like one of the ships tentacle arms. His back was bruised from the surgery his limbs now out of his control. The room was filled with the disembodied voice of the Queen.
“We have suchzz delights to show you Jed. Such experiences for you to savor down the long eons of our journey. But firstzzz we need power to leave.”
Jed looked across at the freckled innocent looking red head. “Uhh no, no it’s wrong no I can’t not any more.” He said in his farm boy drawl.
The Queen spoke again the metallic insect voice echoing around the space.
“Do not resist your will. Take the woman! We know itzzz in your nature.”
Jed began convulsing, his cock bucking to erection as the spine wires flexed, the aliens animating his body. He was part of the ship now; and the ship needed to feed.
General Hunter stood motionless binoculars at his eyes. Behind him stretching into the distance was a neatly spaced row of parked helicopters. His diversionary attack was coming to an end, stage two was about to begin.
He glanced at the approaching group; John the Mayor and Major without lowering his field glasses.
“What kind of Mickey Mouse operation are you running here Major? He barked continuing to scan the Dome. “Who’s this fucking civilian?”
John felt the anger rising, he moved forward; then got the icy cold sideways stare from grey haired officer. He paused; this man looked like a born killer.
The Major didn’t answer but put forward his own question. “Sir VX? It’s too much of a risk surely?”
The General continued with his binocular scan and said dismissively. “No risk at all Major. The agent is active for only a few hours. We’ll just eradicate everything inside the shield then when it’s safe send an assault team through the tunnel.”
The Mayor held back the enraged John by his arm asking his own question. “But what of the people inside? Our people!”
The General continued to scan the horizon. “They are no doubt dead already.” His voice grew sterner. “It’s about time you accepted it!”
As if to instantly prove otherwise the shield area directly in front of them suddenly opened into a six foot doorway. The grey fog bellowed out into the clear morning air. As soldiers scrambled into shooting position it closed again. The swirling mist evaporating to show a staggering red NBC suited figure.
In the cavern beneath the saucer Candy and Daisy huddled together. Officer Vale stroked the young woman’s head reassuring her.
“You did good honey; real good. Now we have a chance.”
Around them Bugs were beginning to spring into motion, they looked like they were getting ready to leave. Both women had aching heads the constant E.S.P chatter taking its toil.
“ZZZzzprepare the examination room for this one.” Was the order from the collective mind; and Daisy screamed as a pincer dragged her away. She called back at Candy for help, the officer pushing back at the shell of a closing alien as she struggled to stand.
“The law woman is still required else where.” Came the second order.
“Oh God don’t leave me!” Wailed Daisy, as her kicking legs disappeared through an airlock into the ship. Candy shouted with all her might, two more bugs now restraining her.
“I won’t Daisy Cummings, that’s a promise, do you hear? A promise!”
Inside the saucers cell Jackie had nowhere to run. The deformed half man half wired up robot that was Jed lumbered towards her. The ship now controlled him. Only his mind was left free to witness his deviant behavior.
“There’s no use.” He grunted his cock now fully erect the fat member encased in fine metal lattice his scrotal ball now sloshing to and thro.
Jackie reeled back against the corner her legs hunched up her hands covering her heaving chest. Jed was over her his cock waving his hands grappling with hers.
“Stop resisting you little bitch, there’s no escape.”
His massive frame was gripping her waist she tugged at his spine cables but they wouldn’t come loose. His fat hand was on her ass pulling her thigh open. His mind was in delight.
“Oh fuck, nearly there, oh fuck, she’s gonna split on this fucking monster!” He thought feeling his flagpole cock stiffer than ever.
Jackie screamed looking down seeing the bulbous purple head pressing at her pussy. “Oh my! Oh no, no!” She screamed again seeing the finger wide spunk hole and imagining the torrent it would deliver.
“Oh! Ugh! No, n, uuggghh! Aawwwwwwwwwwww!!!”
Outside the Sarge was only a few hundred feet from the rail gun. The firing continued a pace the large pile of wriggling cocoons was diminishing by the minute. Two bugs were loading; repeating the process over and over. Once again the Sarge covered his ears then the crack of a sonic launch, destination some 300 miles above the planet. He felt his C-4 pack strapped to his bare leg. In his other hand he had a long steel pole the end tapered into a spear tip. He needed to kill the two monsters in front of him. He was well practiced in hand to hand; but seeing the quivering multitude of appendages on both creatures he wondered what he was like hand to fifteen hands.
The first bug never saw him coming. The spear tip thundered down with a two handed strike. The Bug squealed its shell punctured the tip appearing out of its underbelly, guts bubbling onto the ground. Its legs gave way immediately the whole bulk dropping like a stone. Sarge felt the pole pulled from his hands the bug rolling onto its side. Now he faced the second one unarmed!
The limp body of the NBC suited survivor was taken hurriedly to the medical tent. The military and officials gathered around. Who was it? They’d decided to leave the suit on until they could be close to medical facilities. The Major carefully lifted the heavy mask and the pale sweaty skinned face and long jet black hair of his science officer appeared.
“It’s Capt Fin!”
She was mumbling trying to focus, trying to remember her message.
“They… they… they want to surrender!”
Her eyes opened fully and she sat up looking like she would scream.
“Major! Major it’s all a mistake they… , they…”
General Hunter butted in. “If you’ve got anything to say Captain you say it to me.”
Fin looked blankly at the Major then to the older meaner looking General.
“Sir I’ve a message but its top security. Important information for the commander of the earth forces only. That was there only request.”
The woman was helped from her suit. She looked dehydrated a little scratched but physically ok. The general looked at her dark pool eyes his throat gulping a little thinking of what she might have seen and experienced.
“Very well she doesn’t look in need of immediate attention. Clear the tent.”
The troops withdrew, John Vale shouting questions about his wife. The Mayor had to pull him away until finally the large medical tent was empty except for two.
Fin gave an unexpected smile her dry lips parting so she could lick the cracked skin. She stood up close to the General looking sheepishly up like a school girl. She put her head to one side mockingly.
“You’re very wrong General. I do need immediate attention.” And with that her mouth thrust against his her hands gripping his head as she gave him a passionate smearing kiss.
Jackie was pinned against the wall. Her legs were hooked around Jed’s massive waist her painted toes pointing to his ass crack. Her tits rubbed against his hard chest the nipples been roughly massaged by his skin. She clawed his back and butt her nails scraping the skin but to no effect. He was thrusting up into her as he stood; fucking her mercilessly against the cold metal wall.
“Ag, ag, ag, awwwwww!” She was screaming her pussy stretched beyond memory.
“Oh God. Oh God. Nnnnnnn aw, aw, aw, aw!”
His cock was impossible! The thing was like a fleshy monster dildo; the fat head rubbing her cervix the meshed casing sending shivers through her wall nerves. His tip had oozed so much precome he’d instantly lubricated her. And now her cunt squelched as the juices fizzed and spat onto the floor.
She spat at his grinning insane face. The thoughts of the fuck monster were echoing in her head.
“All mine, all mine, all of them to fuck as I please when I please. That’s what the Queen promised. Just ride any bitch they tell me to.”
He spat back at her freckled face; Jackie yelping between grunts.
“Yeah, yeah, oh fuck that’s it baby. You dirty red headed bitch. Oh I want your ass. Shit, you’re gonna fucking throw up when I come up inside there. That’s it scream, scream!” Jackie didn’t want to accommodate him but she just couldn’t help it.
“Aawwwwwwweieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!”
As he bounced her against the wall her eyes began to widen in fear. Jed was confused. His cock felt tight inside, then tighter still. As he pulled out to ram in again he gulped her pussy seemed to be closing. He pushed against Jackie’s hole the young woman screaming for him to stop.
His face was shocked, his cock now bending out of her its path in reduced second by second. The red head was moaning in despair shaking her head her hands slapping his back in frustration.
“Oh God not again no no noooooo!”
He looked down between their sweating bodies his enormous member forced clear of her dripping snatched. Then he saw it. His mind reeled but he couldn’t move the ship holding him in place still pinning her against the wall. Her pink penis head was appearing from her pussy hole. His hand involuntarily reached down gripping the tender head tugging the cock out till once again its fat ball appeared sealing her love hole.
“Oh Jesus!” His mind cried, Jackie foaming at the mouth her erection hot and wanton.
His body moved back allowing the lithe girl to fall to the floor her legs bents her arms holding her up as she moaned over and over looking down at her glistening rock hard cock.
Suddenly the cell door hissed open and the statuses figure of the busty Candy was forced inside.
All three looked at each other opened mouthed as the voice of the Queen vibrated in their heads.
“Excellent we are ready to power up!”
Candy gave a gulp of fear. Her plan was working, “but heavens, at what cost?” Only now was she realizing what it would mean. She had to focus, put her feelings to the back of her mind. She felt the Queen and the hive mind flowing into her senses as if water was been poured through her ears. The experiences of the last few hours had helped to detach her from reality. She was thankful of that. She was a beautiful, sexy, yet loyal woman. Her morals were ideal for her role as custodian of Love Creek’s law. But now she needed to forget them. Her own and poor Daisy’s life depended on it.
She gave a coy sensuous gasp, touching her lip as she glanced at the two occupants. She dropped to her knees, between the legs of the shocked confused Jackie.
“Oh honey,” She cooed pink lips pouting, elegant hand closing around the young woman’s tender headed cock. “Let me help you with that.”
Outside the ship in the farmyard, the Sarge backed away from his bulky alien adversary. He slowly moved himself between the erect metal lattice of the rail gun and the advancing bug. Its pincers snapped, its teeth chattering in anger. It stepped over its dead companion, numerous eyes fixed on the near naked muscle man in front of it.
Sarge tensed his thighs, launching himself in a rolling arch over its shell as it in turn lunged forward, its claws smashing against the metal. A swinging tentacle clipped his leg in mid air, the soldier losing his graceful flight, falling in a clump on the ground.
He only had seconds to roll and knell up into a crouched position before the thing had spun and now towered down on him
“Oh fuck!”
In the private tent at the base camp General Hunter was distracted from his usual stern unyielding manner.
“Ohhh Captain, “he groaned in his southern drawl.
On her knees in front of him was the raven haired Fin, her red mouth engorged on the Generals eager rock hard cock. She was taking long deep swallows the general amazed at her gullets dexterity.
“Jezzz how the fuck can you swallow that deep?” He thought as Fins wet mouth sank around the base of his hairy military cock, spittle dripping over her chin.
He threw his head back in pleasure. His mind distracted. “He had a mission to complete. Urgently!” But the Science officer was savoring his hot cock with such expertise that he felt his knees almost buckle.
“Oh you dirty bitch don’t you stop now, that’s a fucking order girl you hear!”
Deep underground in the alien tunnel leading from Love Creek a bug limped at a slow rate towards the safety of the energy dome and ship. Half its appendages had been burnt or blown apart by the deadly human weapons and in the confusion it had been left behind by it comrades. It was still a mile away from safety but the hive mind gave it comfort, urging it on; telling it all the pain would go once it got to its own kind.
The creature had sensed something in the tunnel closing towards it from the earth town. Its instincts told it to hurry, whatever it was represented danger. The hissing had grown louder and louder the air within the tunnel moving as if a breeze was blowing deep under ground.
The bug tried to increase its shambling crawl but the pain was too much. In its head the hive mind followed a hundred different paths at once, all inter linked. It saw the fight in the courtyard, the man about to be shredded. It felt the warmth of Daisy’s wrist as she was dragged along a saucer corridor struggling; the delight of the Queen as she enjoyed the buxom Candy’s performance. The arousal of that human man plugged into their ship, the sparks from a fuse box as a colleague hastily prepared a small part of the craft for take off. It felt a hundred significant and in-significant experiences at once. And in turn the hive mind felt its own pain as it struggled to flee an unseen, fast approaching danger.
The tunnel bug never saw what killed it. There was a sudden change in air density, a slight odor and a coursing stinging pain. Then death.
A hundred different bug experiences stopped and froze, focusing on that single one. “The tunnelzzz!”
The Sarge had covered his face the razor claw about to rain down. The bug halted mid strike as if in thought. The soldier rolled away from it, jumping to his feet about to sprint. But he needn’t have worried, the bug had left him. It was racing to the tunnel entrance, and without pausing it flung itself down the hole, tentacles writhing to push its self along at breakneck speed.
The Sarge couldn’t believe his eyes.
“What the hell would be so important that it couldn’t spend a minute finishing him?”
In the saucer cell Jackie was moaning in pleasure and embarrassment. This tall blonde was taking her erect hard member between her lips, licking and sucking like her life depended on it. Her eyes glinted wickedly and Jackie realized what it meant to be given head by a hot dedicated female mouth.
“Ohhhhhh! Nnooooo!” She could only groan and shake her head, her half hearted attempt to push the blonde away never having any chance to work.
She arched her back tits firming up. What chance was there to resist? She had already given up hope of ever escaping this perverse, horrific dream.
The awful half man, half machine was knelling behind the sucking blonde tart, his hard scrotum clattering against the floor. The man had both his huge hands opening Candy’s ass cheeks his tongue already pressing and circling the Sheriffs sensitive tight anus.
Candy felt the rough pressing mouth of Jed then shivered as his firm tongue entered her ass hole. He flicked up against the rim tasting inside her, Candy struggling to concentrate on the soft skinned cock between her lips.
Jed’s spinal cables were already beginning to glow blue, his arousal being drained for power. The sheriff’s fat ass almost smothered his face and he had to feel with his hands like a blind man till they gripped her massive dangling tits. He took both in a strong grip pulling his mouth harder onto her anus his tongue rigid like a stake piercing up inside her.
“Ohhhh what an ass. Oooooohhhh, mmmmmmmmm, that’s it Miss let me taste deep inside you.”
Jed’s mind once again was full of filth and desire, his scrotal tank bubbling, his cock painfully stiff.
Candy lifted her mouth from the oozing cock of Jackie, jerking it as she felt Jed’s hands maul her breasts. A number of metal tentacles had now descended from the roof of the cell. Candy felt a tip press against her mouth. She sucked on the shinny end like an eager cock head, allowing the tentacle to ease a few inches into her mouth. She began to suck harder the end vibrating, clattering on her teeth.
Jackie was more resistant however.
She screamed as a tentacle slid under her back curving up to press against her ass. Candy held her in place, gripping her cock tightly, Jackie appalled as the slimy metal tip entered her ass.
“Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Candy could sense Jed raising himself behind her and she coughed on the metal tip in her mouth as he pushed his fat, big holed cock into her pussy.
The Sarge could have run, but he didn’t. He needed to destroy the space cannon; but any second that bug could come back. He decided he had to finish what he started. He crept to the edge of the pit. The bug was some twenty feet straight down below, at the point where the tunnel ran off horizontal towards the town. It was ripping at the tunnel walls, its claws having little effect against the glass like rim of the construction. It smashed at the sides, not seeming to care that it had already splintered one of its claws. The Sarge looked back at the dead bug still skewered with his impromptu spear. Standing on the shell he gripped the imprisoned shaft with both his hands and pulled with all his might.
The tunnel entrance hissed with fast moving air. The bug knew why. Its limbs were aching but it only one thing filled its head. “Closezzzz the tunnelzzzzzzz!”
The hive mind repeated the order over and over, the bug now having more success. The rocks were beginning to crumble, a few more sec…
The metal spear hit straight from above, going all the way through the bugs shell. And once again an alien dropped like a stone, dead; the Sarge quickly becoming an expert with his medieval weapon.
He looked down into the pit, feeling the air rushing up onto his face. The bug had been in such a rush about sealing the tunnel it had not even bothered to look up at him. He began to feel more and more uneasy.
“Blow the cannon and then get the hell out of here.” He said to himself running back to the launcher.
Back in the ship the cables attached to Jed’s back shone deep blue, an audible hum in the room as the power surged. He was up inside the sexiest woman in Love Creek. And not just with his own meager cock, which he had often dreamt. No, but instead with his alien enhanced monster. He almost wept with pleasure and sensation, seeing and feeling her pussy lips struggle to swallow the length. She gave an animal groan as inch after fat inch of latticed cock penetrated her.
“Ohhhhhhh Miss Candy, ughhhhhhhh!” He moaned out aloud, seeing the blonde struggling with the mouth tentacle and Jackie’s rampant cock at the same time.
Candy felt her insides ache with the fat slug that was Jed’s new cock. She spat the tentacle from her mouth, slapping it away. She could hear Jed’s aroused thoughts and feel his energy. In fact she could feel her own body responding to the attentions. The red head girl was still wriggling, trying to remove the slowly probing ass tentacle. Candy thrust her pink lips back around the gripped cock, slurping and sucking as if to draw the life from her.
“Awwwwwwww!”
Jackie gave a sensuous groan. The ass probe was buzzing inside her sending tingles up to her buried clit. The blonde woman was swallowing more and more cock, only stopping to gag in discomfort as the man pushed his impossible cock up her.
Jackie also felt the pleasure rising and arched her back feeling her own tits. She closed her eyes in sensation, then blinked open in shock as the free tentacle probe, the one spat out by Candy pushed into her mouth, making her gargle in wanton pleasure.
Jed began to pump up inside the sheriff, holding her sweaty hard tits as support, trying to ram up to her throat. The bitch was smacking the floor with her hand in desperation, her mouth bobbing on the redheads cock. She was in ecstasy, he could tell. She was the bugs slave, his sex toy for the long journey ahead. And most of all, he was doing it! He was giving Officer A, Love Creeks number one babe, the fuck of her life!
Around the ship the energy grew and grew. Walls lightened, and then glowed, a humming surge of power ringing through the corridors. His spinal nodes were red hot the conduits smoking slightly. The tentacles in Jackie’s ass and mouth also shimmered with blue power; Candy servicing both human generators with exquisite porn star like charms.
The bug Queen felt the warmth as the ship grew in energy. The dials became animated, a 3D holographic view of the outside appearing in front of her flight seat. Another few minutes and the ship would be ready to leave. On the flight deck the Queen was now in total command of the instruments. The tunnel wasn’t sealed but it didn’t matter all crew were nearly aboard, just the outer rim guards left. The aliens began to take up launch positions; most curling into tight shell balls, lining the corridors. Only the medical room remained active; Daisy tied on her back to the stirrup table, a single Bug, the scientist who first defiled her with tentacles and dog continuing its bizarre studies.
“Goodzzz we are about to leavezzzzz.” It gloated, angling a new device between Daisy’s splayed long legs. “You are suchzzzz a young strong female.”
He pushed the fat 3 inch diameter clear tube towards her pussy. Daisy shook her head in refusal and dismay.
“No it’s about to take off! But she promised. She promised!”
The bug ignored her ranting securing the tube entrance around her pussy lips, pulling a leaver making a suction, air tight seal.
Daisy looked down at the clear tube, feeling her lips been pried open by pressure. The bug could see her slit gaping, maybe an inch or more. “That will be enoughzzz” It thought to itself.
Then the farm girl saw it and screamed. A writhing maggot like creature, been pushed up the tube by a metal plunger. “It was alive!” Its root vegetable type appearance making her convulse in terror. It was sniffing towards her teen slit; blind, deaf, but aware.
“A bug pupa,” The insect explained almost gleefully. “I’m going to impregnate you with one of our young!”
The General clawed the back of a chair his veins bulging in his knuckles. Captain Fin was thrusting her head back and forth, swallowing his cock to the limit down her wet hot throat.
“Jezzzzzzz, ahhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh!”
Outside the room his guards looked at each other in amazement, but both too nervous to disturb their intimidating commander. One of them looked to the ceiling muttering quietly to himself in jealous admiration. “Go General, go!”
The general gripped her head with both hands pumping his hips into her porcelain white face. “If you want it that bad then have it you slut!” He growled. Fin choked and spluttered his cock emptying deep in her gullet.
“Uggg, ugggg, uggggg ugaaaaaawweeeeEEEEE!”
His ecstatic cry as he came turned to a scream of agony.
“Agggggggggg Jesus! Helpuggggggggggggg!!!!”
The guards were reluctant to respond but as he screamed again they burst into the tent. The far canvas wall was shredded open, the fabric flapping in the downdraft of overhead rotor blades. They were about to dive through when another cry of despair made them turn. Behind the medical table curled on the floor was the General. The men looked in horror. His groin was soaked in claret red liquid his hands clutching at his recently serviced groin.
“Oh Nooo!” He wailed. “I think she’s fucking bit my cock off!”
In the alien fuck cell the temperature must have been in the humid nineties. Officer Candy was groaning with unashamed pleasure. Her pussy was struggling to swallow the awful jocks monster cock. Struggling, but not failing. She had taken it all the way to the base each stretching inch feeling like the last humanly possible. Now he was beginning to fuck back and forth, her deep intimate cervix feeling this big holed cock end sniffing at it.
“Uuuh, aw, aww, aww ah, ah, ah, ahhh!”
The ship was coming alive around her she could feel and smell the electrical power.
Jed’s spinal nodes glowed hot, his body failing to flinch from the sizzling cables. He could feel his scrotal sphere foaming to the max, any second now he’d release. His raw mind wanting to fill her to the brim with his thick wad, but he was torn between that and jacking over her groaning prom Queen face.
“Uggggggg! “He thought, even now time for humor,” decisions, decisions!”
Science officer Jackie was arching her back thrusting her breast forward her hands clawing at the floor, anal probe and Candy’s hair. In turn the blonde bombshell was grunting like a pig, the huge cock slapping into her. At the same time she licked and bobbed on Jackie own novice erection.
“Awwwwwwww, uuuuug, ohhhhhhhhh!” Jackie was about to spurt!
Candy took the hint lifting her mouth from the climaxing head jerking hard with her hand looking up at the young redhead.
“Ugghhhhh that’s it honey, lets me have it! Come on, ugggggh come on baby.”
The anal probe glowed blue Jackie’s muscles tightening, almost shitting it out. She gave a scream of pleasure her cock erupting thick long strands of come up like a fountain. The white mess sprayed onto Officer A’s lips and chin, and over her neck. Jed still gripping her hard massive tits pulled; rearing her body up at the second spurt, making Candy scream with the hard womb nudging thrust. But the sheriff kept jerking the cock the come hitting onto her mauled tits, Jed’s quickly massaging it into her sweaty flesh.
“Eeeeieeeeeeee!!” Jackie screamed her body on fire, the anal probe drawing the last ounce of power from her.
Then she crumpled almost unconscious.
Outside the Sarge could now feel a morning sweet breeze. The dense mist was clearing and the sound of a fleet of helicopters could be heard around him. The shield was down!
At the base camp half the occupants slowly came to the same conclusion. The Major, Mayor and John could see the grey boil had lost its shape. The mist was billowing out like a ground level nimbus rain cloud. The other half of the base were still franticly dealing with the tent incident. The General was under sedation, his team spreading out to hunt down, “that fucking psycho bitch!”
“We should be doing something!” John shouted over the noise of rising gun ships. The Mayor had a look of total fear in his eyes.
“Oh my God the shields down and any second the fields are going to be full of nerve gas.”
Candy’s husband gripped the Majors arm.
“Do something.” He yelled.
The Major looked around, his own men and also many of the generals were looking at him for a response. John shook him to his senses.
“The Generals had his chance. Follow the chain of command, you’re back in charge!”
On the alien ship the Queen felt as one with her beautiful craft. With her thoughts she eased the massive silver craft a few inches, then a few feet. She felt the ground and crumbling homestead scrape against the metal, she felt the ship beginning to radiate external power. It had leveled, now hovering a few feet from the ground. The last of her bug army were scrambling aboard. The human sexual energy was far greater than she had ever hoped, the ship was now fully charged. The earth law woman was an excellent asset; so resistant at first, but now even she was about to come with embarrassed reluctant pleasure. The metal ceiling tentacle was in her mouth about to drain her; smothering her climaxing grunts.
“Mmmgg! Mmmmggg! Mgggggggg!”
Candy was indeed coming, her pussy flexing as much as it could around the monster girth. The whole experience just couldn’t be resisted. It was so raw, so decadent, so liberating! But she needed to keep focused on her plan.
“Awwwwwww uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhh!”
She convulsed her pussy oozing juice, Jed banging hard in rhythm with each orgasming grunt; spittle covered mouth probe glowing brilliantly.
Uggg, uggg. Uggggggggggggg!!”
The ship tilted slightly forward, the Queen already thinking of a point some 100 miles into the sky. All she had to do was want it so and it would be there in seconds. Candy’s passion had filled the batteries to capacity.
“What an incredible vixenzzz.” The Queen thought, the ship about to leap into the sky. “We didn’t need the power of the earth man after…”
The Queen and her hive mind suddenly felt a new gut churning sensation.
They’d been tricked!
Candy was out of it for only a few seconds. She’d collapsed face down on the hips of the exhausted Jackie, Jed still pumping like a mad man into her wet hole. Jackie slapped at the blondes face pushing her onto the steel floor. “Get the fuck off me you dirty bitch!”
Officer Candy shook her head as if to regain her thoughts. “Jed, Jed ugh hurry!” Her mind raced, goading the man on. “We need to finish this now!”
Jed still couldn’t decide where to come. He was so close. Any second.
“Ag, ag, ag. Come in my ass you bastard!” Screamed Candy; looking over her shoulder with smoldering eyes.
He couldn’t believe it the hot blonde bitch was gripping her own fat peach cheeks pulling them apart her anus winking at him.
“Do it ugh, do it, treat me like the bitch I am!”
He pulled his enormous length out of her hole, ramming it against her sphincter.
“Oh shit ughhhh. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” She gave a bellowing scream of discomfort his cock head burying into her hot tight anus.
The cell door flew open a bug appearing like lighting intent on stopping them. But it was too late.
Jed came!
He’d only got a few inches into her rubbery shitter, but it was too much. With the scream from Candy and the feeling of gripping flesh trying but failing to resist he couldn’t to hold on.
“YesssssssssssggggggggguuuuuukkkkkkkKKKKKK!!”
Candy felt the come almost like an alien pod bursting into her ass. Jed felt it too his eye hole agonizingly wide and tender. “Uugggggggggggggggg!!” He felt like throwing up his body jerking like he was on the electric chair. The nodes exploded one by one along his spine and his scream of pleasure turning to one of pain.
“Eeeeeeeeeeiiiiieeeeeeeee!”
Flames erupting from the cables his scrotal ball shattering the remaining juices flooding the floor.
“Aaaagggggggggggggggg!”
The hive had been too late to see it. What Candy had seen and realized so much earlier. Yes humans have sexual energy. Too much energy!
The Queen gave a chattering scream of frustration. Her console was overheating. The fuck cell was on fire, batteries overloaded, the ship was sick with an overfilled belly.
Candy was to her feet in a flash. The whole saucer lurched as the corridors pulsed with light. The bug in front of her smashed against the wall, Jed thrashing around, demented, driven crazy. The cables were sparking and snapping the roof showering the occupants with sparks. Candy grabbed at Jackie’s hand, trying to pull her up.
“Come on move it,” she yelled.
But Jackie could only scream and kick, like Jed her mind also on the brink. The Bug was getting up Candy had no more time to waste, she had to leave her.
In the corridor the sheriff staggered past bug after bug. Most were curled into a fetal stance relying on their commander to level the ship. A few were frantically holding back flames and sparks which burst from over head ports. As she staggered past them she began to fear she might not get out.
“Oh shit it looks like its going to blow the fuck up!”
The shrouding mist outside had almost cleared completely. The Sarge had finished with his demolishing preparation on the tower gun. The charge was primed all his need to do now was get the fuck away from it. But he had stopped before he had chance to pull the pin. He’d turned to watch the silver disc rock and tilt as if it was driven by a drunkard. Its rims crashed into the ground then raised then crashed, over and over, the thing moving forward may twenty feet then sliding back. It was glowing blue to silver now the energy pulse visible and evident at great distance.
Behind the unstable ship he could see maybe twenty gun ships thundering towards him. Any second now they’d light it up with cannon and missiles.
The Major had made his call.
“Your wife is dead, no doubt about it. We have to destroy it now before it gets away.”
Jack Vale could do nothing to stop him. The troops had sprung into action. It was a full scale assault. The energy pulse was playing havoc with the radios. Maybe the chemical chopper had stopped pumping its deadly load. He couldn’t be sure if they’d heard him give the order to stop.
“But what if they hadn’t” The Mayor had asked.
“Gentlemen,” he had said lighting one of his trademark cigars,” then it looks like we’ve had it as well. Either way they’re going down.”
He then turned to look at the crazy rambling woman who was once a close and respected officer. Captain Fin was laughing and howling as two troopers pushed her bound and restrained into the back of a military ambulance. Her red lips were enhanced with dried blood her eyes wild like a rabid animal. The vehicle sped away and The Major shook his head as he realized that the insane woman unlike most of his men would no doubt live through the day.
Candy knew which way to go. Through this bulk head, to the deck below, nearly there. The hatch was still open a bug struggling to climb in. She froze, but it was in concentration not fear as she tried to remember.
“The examination lab! Yes it was this one. Yes.”
The doors slid open the room full of smoke. Daisy was screaming. The roof looked like it was about to fall in and Daisy could feel the touch of a slimy maggot tip as it began to burrow into her snatch. She saw Candy at the door like a towering Amazon warrior.
“Oh Sheriff, thank heavens, please hurry. Hurry!”
The depraved lab bug was dead, a control panel in flames the explosion having hit its delicate underbelly. Candy picked up a steel rod smashing down on the pupa tube the maggot dropping to the deck.
“Daisy,” She shouted heaving the teen of the table, “time to get the fuck out of dodge.”
Back in the corridor the roof showered them with sparks their naked bodies glowing in the illumination. Candy dragged the poor Cummings girl by the wrist keeping her eyes focused on the open hatch. The bug was still struggling at the hatch entrance and it saw them too late to react.
It reeled back as a metal strut which had snapped off was speared by Candy into its underbelly. The creature went berserk rolling onto its back spinning on its shell in agony, multiple legs flailing. Candy wasted no time, the ground was 20 feet below and the craft was veering over the huge dark pit that it’s had carved out under its crash site. Candy could see the metal hard webbing where she and Daisy had been bug raped that night. If they fell from here onto that, they’d be shredded like a cheese grater.
The alien was trying to right itself the ship rising more and more. She took a deep breath and as the craft dipped towards the edge of the pit she jump pulling the hapless girl with her.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Thud!”
The sarge almost transfixed by the swaying saucer, suddenly saw the bodies dropping to the ground and snapped out of his daze.
“Jezzzz someone’s got out!”
The pressure wave from beneath the saucer was almost unbearable. The girls screamed holding their ears as the vibration and thunderous hum of resonating power shook the ground.
The saucer tilted, and they knew it was banking, pointing towards the approaching gun-ships.
A hail of bullets erupted from the attack birds as they closed in, the disc now facing them the rim dipped towards the ground. As the first shells impacted the ship they created fantastic green firework displays. The ships shield was up again and encasing the silver disc.
Inside the craft the Queen felt the unusual sensation of relief. This visit had not been as easy as she had expected. All systems were working the ship was already repairing itself. Power was stable; time to finally go.
The two women, the sarge and the approaching troops all felt the same pulse of power as if the air had been compressed a million times then allowed to spring back in a micro second. Behind the ship the view seemed to distort as if the fabric of time was been deformed, the green glowing saucer shooting forward like out of its own rail cannon.
“Booooooooooooooommmmmmmmmm!”
The disc created a pressure wave in front of it blowing the gun-ships aside. Many just collapsed to the ground like birds hitting a window. Others rode over the wave as the disc sped under them. But these too were then buffeted out of control and gyrated to the ground like sycamore buds.
The saucer zoomed low over the camp dragging tents and equipment into the air, behind it a trail of jet black helicopter crumpled into the corn fields. The Queen saw and felt everything at once, the morning air on the ships hull, its coursing bio fluid working the engines, the computed optimum trajectory. Her mind suddenly focused on a speeding target a couple miles to the west.
“One thingzzz more to do.”
The ship turned and reached the horizon in an instant.
Then it was gone.
The sarge was across the courtyard in seconds and had been careful to avoid slipping into the huge pit left by the craft. Around him was chaos. The swirling wind left by the ship, the smell of cordite, the crackle of burning machinery. But in the mist of this he could only look dumbfounded at the two bedraggled goddesses huddled together like frightened animals.
Daisy looked at the near naked man streaked with dirt and sweat, bug blood dripping from his biceps.
“Who, who are you?”
“Miss,” he said with a swagger of pride, “I’m your rescue team.”
Officer Candy looked up with her world weary eyes her stunning features making him gulp. This was the sheriff he’d heard all about, no doubt.
“Trooper,” she shouted above the din of fire and howling wind, “it’s not over yet.” And then pulling herself up looking back at the bug tunnel entrance she added. “We’ve got to get away from here quick or we’re all dead!”
In the base camp it was panic. The tunnel was full of nerve gas the team unable to raise the pumping crew. They’d been given express orders if base camp contact was lost they had to empty the whole damn lot into the bubble.
The usurped general groaned in pain and resignation, looking up from his stretcher, almost pleased that the Major and fuck-wit civilians were in as much shit as him.
“It’s no use,” he coughed with a professional pride, “my boys follow their orders to the letter any second now were all going to be sucking on VX.”
Meanwhile the sarge listened silently to what Candy had to say. The tunnel, VX, and poor Jackie gone.
He nodded not showing his emotions. He looked deep into Candy Vale’s eyes not driven by lust but by respect. As she spoke with steel hard resolve he understood this woman was a warrior.
She’d told him to get the young girl away; she’d try to stop the gas.
“No,” he said pulling back, “you’ve done enough already, now get the hell out of here.”
The sarge ran back towards the lattice rail gun. He could hear the hiss of escaping air as the gas surged towards the exit. He ripped the C-4 from the metal work. If he breathed a fraction in it would all be over.
At the tunnel entrance he stared down his face screwed up with the pressure of escaping air. He looked back across at the staggering women, advancing troopers almost at their aid. He gave a satisfied smile, like always it was a case of mission accomplished. He felt his skin tighten his senses beginning to burn. No time left the gas was here.
Through their binoculars the camp team saw the sarge’s legs buckle as he fell forward into the hole. A heart stopping moment latter there was rising of the earth followed by an enormous expulsion of dirt and smoke; the roar of the explosion lagging behind.
Boommmmmmm!
The tunnel entrance had collapsed the pit now a huge mound of earth and rock. The VX trapped inside the almost airtight glass lined tunnel.
John Vale stood arms across himself in a desperate hug watching the expanding mushroom cloud the explosion feeling like an earthquake. His heart was heavy with grief. “What would he tell the kids?”
He could see a line of dark figures moving back towards the camp. As the dust began to clear he could make out the shape of battle clad troopers. In the middle of the line helped by eager men was the silhouette of two long legged blondes. Each had a camouflage jacket on making a fetching all in one top and ultra short skirt. One was a young cheerleader type definitely looking worse for wear and the other, well he’d recognize her anywhere. It was the best damn sheriff this town had ever had. It was his wife.
That evening Candy stood at her bedroom window her elegant virginal white nightie making her look like marketing mans dream. The sky outside was once again crystal clear the millions of stars like splattered paint on a black roof. The town was in ruins the survivors almost held hostage by the now seemly endless ranks of officials and troops. Tomorrow she’d have to answer question after probing question; but not tonight.
She looked back at her husband as he entered from putting the kids to sleep. At least it would be classified, she didn’t fancy her beloved and the town’s folk knowing all the gory details and neither would poor Daisy Cummings no doubt.
She thought back to those final moments. The saucer has sped away but not vertically as they might have expected. It had only been an hour later when they realized why. The medical jeep had been found on its side the soldiers and the deranged Captain Fin no where to be found. The bugs had decided the captain was one of them by then and they had no intentions of leaving anyone behind.
The mass of slaughtered bugs were decomposing at an incredible rate. The earth’s atmosphere having strange effects on their dead hide’s metabolism. With the aliens discarded pod launcher already airlifted to a secret destination Candy wondered if by dawn any evidence of this invasion would even be left.
“Time to turn in honey,” John said patting the bed.
She turned the moonlight showing her fabulous curves through her light fabric.
“I’ve being waiting for this for the last 24 hours.” She said with a bewitching smile. Her husband’s eyes widening in anticipation.
She bent down her cleavage as deep as the sea and tapped a long nail on his nose cheekily.
“The sleep honey; I mean the sleep.”
A million miles or so away, distance and time increasing experientially was the bugs’ mother craft. The huge cylinder hold vibrated with the power of nearly 300 aroused souls. Bugs monitored the row after row of coffin like capsules each one containing an ex resident of earth.
Each human was in a looped orgasmic nightmare. The experiences of the past night had being carefully recorded by the bugs to play back direct into their pitifully weak subconscious.
Some experienced the taking of Monica the cheerleader. Her orgasm, the bugs orgasm, even Fins. Others Candy and Daisy in the rape nest. Other’s still relived Jed’s face covering splatter of officer Vale; or Jackie first forced cock ejaculation. The humiliation and sensations were still as real and powerful as if they were their own. And with each experience the towns folks bodies pumped gasp after orgasmic gasp of power into the ships hull.
A bug monitored the life signs from the capsule of Love Creeks portly framed store manager. A man in his fifties his mind struggled to accept the impossible. He had breasts, huge perfect domes, and his waist tight and shapely like he’d never known. In his mind he looked down at his flat stunning tummy the sensation of a blue glowing robot cock stretching his pussy beyond imagination. He was coming over and over the orgasmic experience an impossible but heart taxing reality.
The hive mind noted this one wouldn’t last another light jump. But many more would. There were old spinsters who now had the bodies and sensations of ripe virginal teens. Weak no hopers transformed into powerful lustful creatures with cocks and girls to die for. Men fucked as women, women fucked as men, women fucking women as bugs. The possibilities seemed endless each one eventually tailored to get the greatest sexual peak out of each individual. For some this would become a half conscious hell, many others an amoral taboo heaven. But for all it was the same climax after climax inducing experiences.
The hive mind lingered on the sexy sweaty frame of the Sweetheart cheerleader. Monica laid, her back almost in a permanent arch her lovely lips foaming as she rode her climax again and again. Monica had found her optimum frenzy inducing dream. It was that goody bitch Daisy Cummings squealing in the bathroom as her beloved ‘Butch’ hammered away up inside her; Monica experiencing it not as her hated rival but as the confused yet eager dog!
In the flight room the queen monitored nothing and everything in an instance. The ship and her crew were safe for years to come. Eventually these humans would weaken the energy force dissipating. They would not take as long to replace them the next time, the mission to earth had nearly cost the bugs dear.
The queen would have like to have that amazingly sexy law woman here. She was a true warrior breed the bug could appreciate that kind of matriarchal opponent. Candy’s recorded experiences seemed to be the most potent for nearly all of the men and many of the women too. She would have being ideal for creating new experiences to feed the human batteries. But still the head bug had these other beauties in front of her. They could be enhanced and harvested of experiences for many years to come.
The two entwined naked bodies writhed and heaved in a sweaty mess of limbs and torso. Captain Fin was laughing, an insane resigned giggle. Jackie was sobbing her mind not wanting to accept this was her final fate. Jackie’s painfully hard cock was slapping between her thighs Fins hand gripping it tightly. She rolled the hesitant red head onto her back Fin straddling the fat member lowering herself down. Jackie groaned just as much as Fin as the cock buried fully up inside her wet shaft.
Fin leaned forward her hands on Jackie’s tits her lips locking onto her assistants gasping mouth. The lust full captain pulled the young woman’s wrist to her upturned bouncing ass making Jackie’s fingers touch the bitch’s anus. Their eyes widened in unison Fin laughing, nodding her head in delight, Jackie s face one of horror as she slowly helped coax a new pink cock from Fins widening anus.
Jackie continued to sob in despair her hand on this new cock as it curled up from her lover’s rear like a fat tail.
“Yess, yesssss!” Fin moaned, but then suddenly began to cough and tense her neck as if choking.
Her ruby red lips parted, Fin’s ash white face one of astounded amusement. Jackie gave a shriek her own reaction also one of dreamlike disbelief. Fins was coughing and retching a tender pig pink cock from her rapidly filling mouth. The cock snaked out like a creature from a ruby red rimmed den till its girth filled her mouth making her cheeks bulge with the balls.
Fin eyes were crossed as she looked over her nose to this unexpected alteration.
Jackie only had time to give one giggle of mind snapping insanity before Fin thrust down onto her lips in a French kiss deeper and fuller than the young redhead could ever have imagine possible.
The Bug queen checked the console. The ship was recording everything perfectly.
The End
* * * * *
Bibliography.
I hope you enjoyed this tale as much as I did writing it. Thank you for sticking with it and before I finish I’d just like to tip a hat of appreciation to works that helped inspire and influence this tale
HG Wells ‘War of the Worlds’ (Alien invasion, saucers, the full works)
50,s B-Movie ‘Them’ (Large bugs)
50,s B-Movie ‘Invasion of the body snatchers’ (pods)
Tim Burtons ‘Invaders from Mars’ (Itself a B-Movie homage)
‘Star ship troopers’ (bugs etc, who hasn’t seen Denise Richards pinned, about to be stuck in the head with a bony proboscis and thought that’s not where you stick it, call yourself a brain bug!)
‘Cool Devices’ Jap cartoon porn ( female cocks)
‘Barbarella’ (Orgasm machines)
There are many more which I have consciously or sub consciously copied. So I apologize in advance for not including everything. Finally to my knowledge site sentry battalion, alien bugs and the town of Love Creek have never existed. But given what you’ve just read that’s what you would expect them to say.
Regards
Finc
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Seduction is over and the real fun begins. (Continuation of Daddy and Shawna: 4)
A real fantasy e-mail I sent to her on Facebook
A young woman seeks her elusive golden cocoon.
Trish’s eyes fluttered open. She was dazed and confused. The last thing she remembered was being at a party. What happened after that? She felt groggy, and her head hurt. Where was she? The only lighting in the room was a dim light swinging on the ceiling. It was dangling relatively low. In fact, if she stood on the tips of her toes, she might have been able to actually touch it with her fingertips.
“I need to stop drinking,” she muttered to herself, rubbing her eyes.
She stumbled into a standing position and observed her surroundings. She found herself in a dark, gloomy room. The entire room was made of concrete, and it was dreadfully cold. There were no windows, and there was only one steel door in a corner.
“Let’s try this,” she sighed, walking over to the door.
To her dismay, the steel door was locked. She pounded on it. Hopefully, someone would hear her from the other side. She had no idea where she was. All she could remember was that she had been completely drunk. She must have passed out, but why was she here?
“Somebody help me!” she bawled in a desperate voice, pounding on the steel door again, “I am trapped in this room!”
Her pounding echoed. It was creepy in a way. She stopped pounding. It didn’t seem to be doing much good. She was not used to being ignored. She had never been in a situation where she did not get her way instantly. Her parents were very wealthy. She was perhaps the hottest, little, blonde girl in her high school. She was always dating and hanging with the popular guys.
She was a senior in high school and a relatively attractive young girl. She had curves that everyone noticed. Her ass was very thick, well-shaped, round, and plush. She never hesitated to swing it around as she walked, taunting every guy that saw her. Her skin was a slightly tan color. It was very smooth and soft. Her lips were well-formed and pouty, surrounded by full cheeks. Her thighs were also very thick and supple, and she did not bother showing them off as well with miniskirts. Her breasts were huge, large, and firm, and she always wore tight shirts so as to squeeze them together, causing any male that glanced at her cleavage to have an instant erection.
She felt a shiver run down her spine. It was way too cold in this gloomy room. She looked down and noticed that her attire had changed. At the party, she had been dressed in a pair of jeans and a ordinary shirt. She was now clad in a skimpy schoolgirl’s outfit, complete with a short plaid miniskirt that only covered one third of her round ass, lace panties, knee-high stockings, a button-down shirt, and a necktie. Her hair was also in pigtails.
“What the fuck?” she stammered, “Who the fuck dressed me in this?”
It wasn’t that she looked bad in this particular outfit. In fact, she looked rather hot in it. She just didn’t know who had put the clothes on her. The small shirt clenched her busty breasts together, the short skirt revealed her beautifully sculpted thighs, and the pigtails made her look all the more cute. Her curves were clearly outlined by the tight clothing.
“Somebody help me! Please!” she yelled, banging on the steel door.
The cold was beginning to get to her. She wrapped her arms around her body, squishing her breasts further together. Her soft skin felt numb, her teeth were chattering, and she felt as if she was freezing.
“Will somebody open this door!” she wailed at the top of her lungs.
As if to answer her, the door popped open, and two huge men in ski masks walked into the room. Before she could think of anything to say, Trish was forced face-first onto the ground. She struggled, but the men held her tight in the face-down position.
“What is this?” Trish screamed, “Let go of me! Where am I? Let me go!”
Her pleas were useless, and her struggling even more so. The two masked men had her arms pinned behind her back. The cold floor smothered Trish’s breasts, which were pinned very tightly against the concrete tiles. All she could do was kick her legs.
She watched as a third masked man entered the room. He was pushing a wheeled table in front of him. From her position on the floor, she could not tell what was on the table. It looked like one of the tables that doctors kept their utensils on. She struggled some more, but the two men held her in place.
Following the third masked man was an obese man in a detective’s coat. His entire body was covered by the huge coat, but his face was clearly visible. He was a rather ugly man. He had warts across his face, a giant nose with hairs sticking out of the nostrils, and crooked yellow teeth. His bald head gleamed in the dim light. He looked familiar to Trish for some odd reason.
“Tie her arms behind her back and her ankles together,” the ugly bald man ordered.
One of the masked men that was holding Trish down produced a long, thick piece of rope. He fastened Trish’s arms behind her back firmly and tightly. She squirmed around, but it was useless. The knots were tight. He brought her kicking legs to a forceful halt and tied the ankles together as well. Then, leaving some rope, the three men left. They locked the door behind them.
“Who are you?” Trish demanded, “Let me go!”
The ugly man cackled with a sinister grin. Trish tried to climb to her feet, but with her arms behind her back and her ankles tied together, it was impossible. She just stayed in that position, face-first into the ground. Her nipples were beginning to feel extremely numb from the cold concrete floor.
“Who are you?” she yipped again, glaring up at the ugly man.
“My name is John McCoy,” the hideous man laughed, “And you are Trish Clover. I visited your school sometime back. I am a representative for Blankton University. You remember me now?”
At that instant, it all came rushing back to Trish. Blankton had been her dream school since she was a little girl. Of course, when a representative visited her high school, she was the first to ask questions. This man was the man that had visited her school. He had seemed very interested in her, asking her many questions.
“Did you ever wonder why a representative from one of the top schools in the nation would be so interested in a girl with such mediocre grades?” the old man laughed.
“Because,” Trish began.
“Surely, you did not think that Blankton actually wanted you,” John smirked, “We are ranked very high. Why would we want a girl with such a poor performance in school?”
Trish had not really thought about it. She had always wanted to go there. It was a little odd that such a prestigious school would be interested in a girl with her academic performance. John had seemed interested in her, but she had not really thought about why he had been.
“I just wanted to get your personal information,” John chuckled, “I wanted your name, your address, and so on. You know why?”
Trish was stunned and in disbelief.
“I wanted you!” he answered his own question, “You see, I am part of an exclusive club. It is for the people that are more wealthy than most. Basically, it is a club for rich people. You know what this club does?”
“I don’t care!” Trish cried, “Just let me go! Please! Let me go!”
“Our club is for rich people that are angry and need to get stress out in some way. We pay a monthly fee, and in return, we get to have innocent people trapped in these cold, concrete rooms,” he smiled, “And we get to torture them!”
Trish eyes lit up with horror.
“And for a higher price, we can pick the gender of our victim,” John grinned, “Some of the club members like to torture people to get anger out of their system. In which case, gender is not a big factor at all. I, on the other hand, like to torture young girls because it turns me on!”
“Don’t!” Trish cried, “Please! Don’t hurt me!”
“And for a higher price,” John continued to explain, “We get to select the victim’s age and race. For an even higher price, we get to pick a specific person. The moment I saw you, I knew that I had to have you inside of this chamber. That outfit? It was my selection. You like my taste, sweetie?”
Tears streamed down Trish’s beautiful checks. She could not believe this was happening. What was going on here? This couldn’t be real. She struggled to get into a standing position. It was still impossible. Every time she made the slightest bit of progress, John pushed her back down with his foot.
“Don’t be afraid,” John whispered in a taunting voice, “I am only here to have some fun with you, Trish.”
“No!” Trish screamed, “You will go to jail for this! Let me go! Please! I promise I won’t tell anyone!”
“Hush, little baby,” John sang softly.
Her begs did not help her situation. In fact, those begs for mercy only turned the sick bastard on more. John’s cock was growing hard. Trish could clearly see the huge erection pushing outward on the detective’s coat. It was throbbing with intensity.
“Let me go!” Trish helplessly demanded, squirming on the ground.
John grabbed Trish by her right arm, pulling her into a standing position. He brought her body very close to his body with her back to him. Her ass sunk into his crotch. The warmth turned him on. She felt the bulk grow, pressing into her plush ass. She closed her eyes, hoping and praying that this was all just a bad dream.
“Oh, baby!” John moaned, “You are so fucking sexy.”
His left hand reached over her body, forcing its way between her fastened legs and grabbing her inner thigh. It felt so warm and inviting. He gripped it, squeezing it roughly. His right arm held her body close to his body by wrapping around her waist. She squirmed a bit, but there was very little she could do while tied up. He sunk his face into the side of her neck, inhaling heavily.
“You smell nice,” he moaned, “You know, Trish, most people like to muffle their victims. Most people like to gag them, tape their mouth shut, or do something to stop their screams. I don’t. I love your screams. Scream for me, bitch!”
His left hand slid up her thick thigh and underneath her white, lace panties. He gripped tightly on her pussy lips, scrunching her privates with his fist. Her eyes were still closed, and tears were pouring down her cheeks. She felt his hand twisting her pussy lips around, gripping and pinching the outer vagina. The tight grip of his fist hurt.
“Ouch! Stop it!” she screamed.
“Sweetie, you are bound and tied up in a concrete cell with a crazed rapist,” John whispered, “I’m going to hurt you. I am going to hang you up and whip you raw! No one will ever find you!”
His grip tightened on her pussy. He was twisting it harder than ever now. Pain ran through her body. She was in a helpless situation. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks. John chuckled and licked them from her face. He began kissing all over her neck. She felt his crotch grow in size, pushing against her thick bottom.
“Oh, it is time!” John sneered.
“Huh?” Trish exclaimed.
Before she knew it, John had spun her body around. She was now facing John. He was still holding her body close to his. His right arm wrapped around her small of her lower back, keeping her pushed against his body. His left hand reached around, rubbing one of her ass cheeks. It was so soft, so inviting. He squeezed it.
“It is time for you to dance for me, baby!” John cackled.
His left hand reluctantly let go of her ass. With his right arm still holding her body against his, he used his left hand to tighten her necktie. It choked her a bit, and she felt her throat’s air passage being cut short. He reached up to the low-hung light and tied the end of her necktie to the chain that the the light was hanging from, forcing her on her tip-toes.
“Oh, God!” Trish gasped.
Since the tie was attached to the ceiling, it pulled her head up in such a way that forced her to look directly into the bulb, which made her squint. Even on her tip-toes, it was hard for her to breathe.
“I want to see your sexy ass dance,” John laughed.
“What?” Trish yelped.
It was hard for her to talk with her throat’s air passage cut so short. She had to gasp for air, inhaling in gulps. She also couldn’t move anywhere. All she could do was slightly sway her body back and forth or right and left. Standing on her tip-toes really restricted her movement. It didn’t take long for Trish to discover what John meant when he said dance. John grabbed an item on the rolling table. It was a Cat-O-Nine-Tails whip. She could barely see it out of the corner of her eye, which was watering from looking directly into the light.
“No!” she screamed, “Please! Don’t!”
Paying no attention, John ripped off Trish’s white shirt. Buttons spilled across the floor. He threw the shirt at her feet, which were still on their tip toes and tied together. He ripped open her bra as well, revealing her well formed breasts. She shrieked. Calmly, he pulled her her skirt, panties, and knee high socks down to her ankles. She was completely naked. She felt so cold.
“Dance time!” John growled, standing back.
Crack! The nine-tailed whip cracked against her ass. John swung it around again. Crack! She screamed in pain and agony. Tears streamed down her cheeks. It was all in vain. She could not even move! All she could do was scream. Crack!
“Ouch!” Trish screamed.
Visible red marks were spread across her soft, plush ass cheeks. Chuckling, John swung the whip again, this time on her big, beautiful breasts. Swat! She let out a cry of pain. The full breasts jiggled as they were smacked. She could do nothing about it. All she could do was sway back and forth, crying to herself. Swat!
“No! Ouch!” Trish screamed.
Swat! John paused for a second. He walked close to Trish again. He bent down and began to lick the tip of her right breast. His tongue swirled around the nipple. He then began to suck on the tit, wrapping his lips around the upright perk. She struggled, but it did no good. Suddenly, she felt his teeth clench onto her tit. She screamed in pain.
“Yummy! I’m going to bite your cute little tits off, you cunt!” John hissed between his teeth.
The grip of his teeth on her tit was unbearable. She let out another cry and another scream. She begged and pleaded, but the clenching of his teeth only got harder. Was he really going to bite it off? She felt his teeth pulling on it. The flesh around her tit stretched out. Yet again, she screamed. The teeth tightened. He swung his head around, stretching the breast out more.
“Ouch!” Trish screamed, “Stop! Please! Stop! It hurts!”
His teeth let go, and she let out a sigh of relief. The tit must have swollen at least twice its original size from the harsh treatment it had endured. It was still very difficult for her to breathe, and her feet were beginning to cramp from being on the tip-toes for so long. John’s palm rubbed her swollen breast, caressing it softly.
“Please,” Trish begged, “No more.”
John stepped back again, and swung the whip. Smack! The nine tails assaulted her breasts again. Swat! They whipped her ass cheeks. She swayed around, but it did no good. Crack! They cracked against her butt cheeks again. Swat! Yet another smack on the butt. The nine tails really hurt. Every strike was followed by her sexy scream. Slap! That one was on her breasts. Smack! That one swatted her belly.
“Ouch!” she cried.
John grabbed her by her pigtails with his right hand, pulling her body towards him. He clenched his teeth onto her right breast again. She shrieked. Not again!
“No!” she screamed, “Stop it! Stop it! It hurts!”
“Oh, scream, you cunt!” John hissed, letting go of the grip his teeth had on her breast.
He stepped back. Swat! Another time across her ass. Her back arched, and she cringed in utter pain. He walked in front of her and swung the whip again. Crack! It smacked her across her belly. She could not take it. It hurt so bad. She struggled, and she felt the tie gripping her throat.
“Ouch!” she whimpered, “Stop! Please! Ouch!”
“Oh, yeah!” John cackled, “Scream!”
Crack! Across her belly again. The pain shot through her body. She was helpless. He walked behind her and swung the whip. Slap! The nine tails stung as they whipped across the back of her thighs. Swat! Each tail left a throbbing red streak on her skin.
“Ouch! Ouch!” Trish shrilled.
John dropped the whip and walked up to her again. Face to face, he reached his hands around her, hugging her closely. She was still on her tip toes, still looking up at the light. He pushed her plush and supple body against his. She was so warm! He pinched her swollen right breast. She closed her eyes, ready for another bite. However, this time, he did not bite down on it. He loosened his pinch and began rubbing it with his palm. He squished it, squeezed it, and slapped it around.
“Yes!” John whispered, “Nice! Just as soft and cushiony as I dreamed you would be! Oh, yes! I’ve been planning this for such a long time, Trish!”
“Please,” Trish whimpered, “Don’t.”
“Now,” John chuckled, “You get fucked!”
He let her body go for a bit. She was gagging on the choking grip of the necktie. He reached on the rolling table and took a big knife. She shrieked. He brought the knife up, and to Trish’s disbelief, cut the necktie. She fell to the ground, gasping for air. She could breathe!
“Open your legs, bitch!” John commanded, holding the knife in a menacing way, “Open them up, sweetie, or I will slice off your swollen breast!”
“I can’t!” Trish cried, “You tied my ankles together!”
“Bitch, don’t get an attitude!” John yelled, “I know you can open your knees up! Open your fucking knees, baby, and let me slide in between your legs. I am going to fuck you!”
“No!” Trish screamed, “You aren’t fucking me!”
Angered, John grabbed Trish by the neck. He choked her and lifted her into a standing position. He spun her around so that her back was to him. Again, his right arm wrapped around her waist so as to grip her body close to his body. She struggled, but since she was tied up, it did no good. His left hand, which held the knife, went to her throat. He ran the dull side of the knife across her neck.
“You are going to open up,” John smiled.
He put the knife back onto the wheeled table. Trish’s body squirmed around, but John kept her mushed close to him with his right arm still around her waist. She felt his large cock push against her ass cheek through his detective’s coat. She whimpered. He grabbed an electric device, which was no larger than a television remote control, from the wheeled table.
“You know, Trish,” John whispered, “You should have listened, honey. This thing is used for unruly cattle and animals.”
Trish could see two pointy tips at the top of the device. John clicked a button on the small device. There were three levels of voltage on the device – low, medium, and high. He turned it onto medium. An electric current sparked from one tip to the other. It gleamed in the air with a weird zapping noise. The electric current flowed across the tips. She shrunk back in fear and trepidation. That line of electricity looked frightening.
“It is used to electrically shock them when they aren’t doing what they’re told,” John snickered, “You are my pet, and you aren’t doing what your told, baby. I have no choice.”
He turned off the device, moved it down to her pussy, and let the two tips touch her pussy lips, cramming it between her tightly fastened thighs. He shoved the device deep into her pussy. He snickered. She was scared now, and he could tell. She was going to open her legs for him. He already knew he had won.
“No! Don’t turn it on!” Trish gasped, “Please! Help me! God! No! Not There!”
“Ready to open those legs?” John asked.
“Yes! Yes! Anything! Please!” Trish pleaded.
“Well, nothing assures me more than a little voltage up your pussy!” Johns hissed, “Here we go!”
“Please! No! I’ll do anything! I’ll do everything you want me to do!” Trish pleaded, “I will open my legs! I will suck your cock! You can fuck me! Anything! Just don’t shock me! Please! Don’t shock me! Please! Don’t!”
John’s right arm gripped her body tighter than ever now. He was holding her tightly against his body. He could feel her squirming, he could sense her fear, and he loved every single perverted second of it. He smiled. He loved letting girls think that he was going to let them off the hook.
“Well, baby,” John hesitated, “That was pretty convincing, but I still want to shock you!”
“No!” Trish screamed.
His right hand grabbed a handful of blonde hair, bringing her head backwards next to his. He kissed her lightly on the cheek. His left hand kept the device crammed deep into her pussy. He turned it on medium. Bzzt! The electric shock ran into her beautiful body, causing her to jolt. Her eyes widened.
“Ye-oawww!” she screamed, “Yeeek!”
“Just so we understand each other,” John whispered.
The current kept flowing through her body, causing her to squirm ferociously. John adjusted the current from medium to high. The jolt shot up through Trish’s body harder. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth was ajar. She was screaming for her life. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, and it made John all the more horny. High voltage ran through her sexy little core.
“Yaaa-ouch!” she screamed, shaking uncontrollably, “Oh God! Eeaahh! Stop! Aaah! No! Aaah!”
“If you live through this, sweetheart, I am going to fuck you!” John whispered.
His left hand buried the device deeper into the blonde beauty’s pussy. She screamed, and tears rolled down her pouty cheeks. Why hadn’t she just opened her damn legs? Why did she have to be so stubborn? She regretted refusing to open up for this pervert. Things had gone from bad to worse. The smell of burning flesh filled the air. Her pussy was being damaged. Smoke began flowing into her nostrils from her burning pussy.
“You’re cooking!” John giggled, “Are you ready to fuck, baby?”
“Ye-oawww!” she screamed, “Yes! Just get that thing out of my bod-eeaahh! Aaah! Yaaa-uuuh! Uuuh!”
John stuffed the device in as deep as it could go for one last moment. Trish cried out in pure agony. John then turned off the electricity. Trish nearly fainted. The electricity had been painful. John let her body fall to the floor. She felt jittery. Her pussy felt as if it were on fire. Smoke was coming out of the lips, and the entire crotch area seemed burnt and cooked.
“That was hot,” John chuckled, “Literally.”
Trish cried, lying on the floor face-up. Without even being asked to, she opened her knees up, revealing her cooked pussy. John smiled. He was basking in the glory of what he had done to this poor, innocent girl. He had ruined her! Her pussy was damaged beyond repair, and he was proud of it. She had become his sick work of art. He was an artist!
“It smells like steak,” John licked his lips.
“My legs are open,” Trish sobbed, “Do what you want. You win. I will fuck.”
“Oh, Trish,” John smiled, “Have you lost all hope? Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart. Your pussy is entirely too burnt for me to fuck. My dick only goes into places that are fresh and raw.”
“So you aren’t going to fuck me?” Trish asked, somewhat confused.
“Oh, I still will, baby. Don’t worry about that. I will fuck you in your sweet asshole. Besides, I am aware of the fact that some guys have fucked your pussy already,” John laughed, “I will, however, be the first to take your ass!”
Trish shuttered at the thought. She had never been fucked in her ass. Many of her boyfriends had fucked her, but none of them in her ass. That had always been her requirement. That was her stipulation with sex. She had promised herself that she would never ever take it in the ass.
“But don’t bother turning over,” John smiled, “I still have some use for your wide open legs.”
“What are you going to do?” Trish asked, someone intimidated.
John chuckled, but did not answer the question. He grabbed something from the rolling table, but Trish could not see what it was. He stuffed it into his coat pocket. Trish did not know what was going on. She decided not to resist. If she resisted, that electric shocker might come back. What if his plans were worse than the shocker? Not likely. Nothing could be worse than that form of heartless torture.
She allowed John to crawl into the loop that was formed by her open knees and her tied ankles. She was now underneath him, but her legs were straddling his body. She discovered that it was now impossible for her legs to close because his body was blocking her knees. Her vagina was now clearly accessible to this pervert. She didn’t care. There wasn’t much more damage he could to do it anyways.
“Good girl,” John smiled, “You’ve learned.”
“Just,” Trish sobbed, “Just do what you want and be done. I can’t stop you.”
John nodded with a sinister grin. He then produced the object Trish had not been able to see from his coat pocket. It was the big knife he had used to cut the tie earlier in the session. He held it in his left hand. She was a bit scared. What was this crazy maniac going to do now?
“What’s that for?” Trish whimpered.
“Well,” John snickered, “I thought since your pussy smelled so much like steak, perhaps it tastes like steak.”
“Then lick it and see,” Trish retorted.
“Oh, no, no, no,” John crowed, “I plan on eating it like a real steak. I plan on cutting your pussy out of your body! Cut the entire area out and eat it like a steak! Yummy!”
“No!” Trish screamed.
This would be even worse than that extremely painful electric device. He was actually going to cut a portion of her lovely body off and eat it! He was a cannibal! She struggled around, but it really did no good. She could not hide her pussy from this gross man. John sat up. Trish was lying in front of him, and her legs were wrapped around his waist. Her knees were wide open. He could cut off the entire area in one circular slice. It smelled cooked and ready to be devoured by his watering mouth. He panted at the thought of it. Then he remembered something.
“Trish,” John whispered.
Using his right hand to grab a fist full of hair, he pulled her body into a sitting position so that she was face to face with him. Trish felt her hands begin to go numb. They had been tied behind her back for such a long time, and those knots had been fastened in a very tight fashion. The ropes were cutting off blood circulation to her hands.
“Do you remember,” John inquired, “When I came to visit your school?”
“Yes,” Trish moaned, “It was the happiest day of my life. I didn’t know it would lead to this.”
“Well,” John smiled, “I will give you a choice. If you answer my question, I will not cut off and devour your cooked pussy. Deal?”
“Yes, yes, anything,” Trish stuttered.
“When I went to visit you that day, there was this other girl that you were hanging around before you came and talked to me,” John recalled, “Who was she?”
“I don’t know who you are talking about,” Trish grunted.
The day John had visited the school as a representative, he had seen Trish mingling with another girl. She wasn’t as hot as Trish. However, the girl was rather cute. John had not bothered stalking her because he had been too obsessed with Trish at the time. However, now that he had Trish to himself, he was a little curious about Trish’s little friend.
“Sure, you do,” John threatened, running the tip of the knife in a circle around Trish’s beloved pussy, “She shorter than you. She was also blonde. She had very thick ass. She was a very cute, young lady. She was obviously not as gorgeous as you, but she was very attractive. Ring a bell?”
“I don’t kn…”
The knife pressed deeper into her flesh. If John pressed any harder, it would puncture the skin. She gasped. She did not want to give this pervert the chance to hurt her friend, but she also did not want her pussy to be cut out of her body. The knife threateningly made its way in a circular motion around her pussy.
“Okay!” Trish exclaimed, “Her name was Katie.”
“Katie what?” John demanded.
“Katie Mae,” Trish sobbed, “Don’t cut out my pussy.”
“Is she a senior like you?” asked John, still pressing the knife hard on her pussy’s surrounding flesh.
“No,” Trish sobbed, feeling helpless traitorous to her friend.
“Well, what grade is she in?” asked John with a menacing tone.
“She is a freshman in high school,” Trish cried, “Don’t hurt her. She’s only a freshman.”
“Underage pussy,” John cackled, “I like the idea.”
“Please,” Trish begged, “I told you what you want. Please don’t cut my pussy out of my body.”
“I did promise that I wouldn’t,” John said, letting Trish’s hair go.
Trish fell into a lying position again. The ugly man was still sitting in between her legs. She had betrayed her friend. She felt horrible. She was a traitor! How could she do this to her friend? However, she had saved her pussy from being removed and eaten, or so she thought.
“The thing is,” John chuckled, still running the tip of the blade around Trish’s cooked pussy, “I lie a lot.”
“No!” Trish screamed, “You promised!”
The knife sunk into the skin around her pussy, cutting a circle around the cooked portion. She screamed in complete and utter pain. She squirmed harder than she had ever squirmed in her life, but it was all in vain! After a few times of cutting around the burnt pussy, John tore it out of her crotch area with his left hand.
“Aaahhh!” Trish let out an agonizing scream.
“Yes!” John roared, holding to pussy up victoriously.
Blood spurted from the hole that he had created between her thick, supple thighs. Red liquid rolled down his arm as he lifted the pussy high into the air. Trish kept screaming. Blood was everywhere! The area between her legs, which was once cursed with a burning sensation, was now completely throbbing in pain. He had completely detached the pussy lips, the hole, the vagina, and the clitoris from Trish’s body. Between her lovely legs now was just a bloody mess.
John moved the pussy to his mouth. He ferociously took a bite out of the clitoris part. It was chewy, juicy, and tasty. It was better than steak. He took another bite of the delicious meat. He loved it. She was the tastiest piece of meat that he had ever eaten. After completing about half of it, he looked down at Trish’s crying face.
“Want a bite?” he asked.
“You disgust me!” Trish screamed.
“You need to eat,” John laughed, “Open wide!”
Trish refused to open her mouth. Aggravated, John pushed his left hand, which held the leftover cooked meat to her face. She refused to open her mouth. She was determined not to eat herself. Besides, he couldn’t threaten her anymore. She knew that if she did what he said, he would still hurt her anyways.
“Oh, so you want me to force it in, baby?” he asked.
Trish mouth simply refused to open. He continued pushing the piece of meat into her face, but it was going nowhere. She would not open her jaws. She was entirely too stubborn. John would have to find a new way of doing this. He was quite angry at this point.
“I didn’t want to have to do this, honey,” John huffed, “But you made me!”
With his left hand still smearing the pussy on Trish’s lip, he grabbed the knife with his right hand. Trish’s eyes lit up wide with fright. He jammed the knife into the bloody mess between Trish’s legs, twisting it around. Blood splattered everywhere, and Trish screamed on instinct. Upon Trish’s mouth opening, John shoved the rest of her pussy into her mouth. He then swiftly used his now free left hand to block her mouth, so she could not spit out the meaty flesh.
“Chew and swallow, bitch!” John commanded.
Trish’s jaw refused to move. John’s left hand continue to block the cooked meat from coming out. Trish was disgusted by the fact that her own privates were now in her mouth. She was tasting it with her own tongue. It was disgusting. She was completely appalled.
“We don’t waste food, bitch!” John screamed.
His right hand stabbed Trish’s demolished crotch with the knife again. Blood squirted out. She cried out, but it was muffled from the hand and pussy meat blocking her mouth. She sobbed. Tears rolled down her beautiful cheeks. She was doomed. The stab came again. She jolted in pain.
“Chew and swallow!” John demanded.
Reluctantly, Trish began chewing. As she chewed, blood rushed into her mouth. Weeping and crying, she chewed up her own pussy and swallowed it with a large gulp. John removed his hand, pleased with what he had accomplished. Trish glared up at him with hateful eyes. For fun, John gave her crotch area another stab. Blood squirted out again. Trish wailed. This time, John stabbed deeper, causing blood to squirt higher and onto his face.
“My dream has come true,” John giggled, “To bath in the blood of my baby.”
“I am not your baby!” Trish screamed.
John chuckled and stood up. He stepped out of the loop that was formed by Trish’s legs. Instantly, Trish shut her legs. She was not about to let this pervert do anything else to her sexy body if she could help it. He had already ruined so much.
“Close those legs up tight, honey,” John snickered, “There’s nothing to protect between them anymore. I already took the prize, sweetie.”
John was so proud of himself. This had been his best session ever! Never had he tortured a girl to this extent. Trish was perfect, and he had tortured her in almost every possible way. He was a sick pervert, and he was beaming with pride. He looked down at his work of art. It was beautiful. He turned her body over. There was no need for those pretty legs to be open now. He could fuck her ass with of without the legs being open. In fact, the contracted form of the asshole when the legs were closed would make for a better anal invasion. She squirmed as he held her.
“Get your hands off of me!” she yelped.
John didn’t pay any attention to the demand. He ripped off his detective’s coat, revealing his entire body. Trish was completely revolted. His belly was very fat, his chest drooped, and his large cock had random moles and hairs on it. He looked disgusting.
“Ugh!” Trish expressed her disgust.
A little angered by this expression, John got on all-fours. Trish lay face-down beneath him, arms tied behind her back and legs tightly shut. He shifted into a kneeling position. He then pulled Trish up by her pigtails into a kneeling position in front of him. He smothered his cock with her backside. He placed his head on her shoulder, breathing in the scent of the bitch. He licked her ear.
“We’re going to see if your tight, little, teen, virgin asshole can take my entire twelve inch cock!” John whispered into her ear, “I didn’t put any lubricant on it, so I can just rip it into you dry!”
“No!” she screamed, “No! Please don’t! Not in my ass! Haven’t you done enough? God! No! Please!”
He let his cock feel the warmth of her buns. He sunk in cock into the plush ass cheeks. Oh, it was so warm and inviting. He slipped his cock to the tiny asshole. It was very, very small. He tried to shove it in. It was too small and tense. She was tensing it.
“Oh, that’s right, sweetie buns,” John said happily, “Tighten that ass! Fight it, cunt! Make me force it in!”
John’s two arms wrapped Trish body, pulling her very close to her. His left arm was fastened around her waistline, while his right arm gripped her neck. There was no escape for her. She was about to suffer a major anal fucking session. She cried out in pain. John’s cock broke through the tight barrier and sunk into the constricting hole.
“Come here, pussy!” John hissed, using his arms to shove her body deeper into his.
“Ouch!” she cried out.
The cock forced its way into her asshole. She felt pain jolt through her body. She was helpless. All she could do was squirm, and the squirming actually turned the pervert on more and more. She still continued to squirm. The cock was tearing her ass up. Pain shot through her body.
“No! Please! Ouch!” screamed Trish, “No! Ouch!”
Her whining, her complaining, and her pleads did not help her at all. The cock began going deeper and deeper. It was only about one forth of the way in, but she already felt like she was in hell. John tensed his cock more, forcing it in deeper.
“Take it, bitch!” He grunted, “Only nine more inches to go, cunt!”
“Ouch! Please! Ouch!” Trish squirmed.
“Keep squirming, bitch! Yes! Oh, yes, bitch! Squeeze that asshole!” John moaned, “I want to force it into you! I want to rip your asshole apart!”
Her asshole began to tear open. She felt so helpless. The edges of the hole began stretching more and more. She closed her eyes, praying to God. There was nothing else she could do. John forced it in harder. Suddenly, the asshole ripped. The edges of the hole gave way and split into a large slit, allowing the cock the slide in easily. Blood trickled down her inner thigh. The ripped asshole was emitting internal blood, coating John’s cock with bloody bliss.
“You are my fuck doll, now! Mine!” John screamed in joy, shoving his cock harshly in and out of the destroyed bloody asshole.
“Ugh,” Trish moaned, becoming limp.
She had given up trying to resist. Her asshole had been ripped apart and torn to shreds by John’s massive cock. There was no hope in keeping anything out. All twelve inches of pure sexual pain pushed in and out of her asshole. Blood was trickling down her thighs. She was squirming, rubbing her fastened legs together and spreading the blood across her inner thighs.
“Oh, yes!” John gasped.
His right arm moved down to her right tit, the one that had previously been toyed with by his teeth. He pinched it really had with thumb and forefinger, causing more pain to the poor, little girl. She shrieked, she cried, she begged, and she screamed. All of this only made John’s massive cock throb harder. It pulsed rapidly in her asshole.
“Oh, yes! Scream for me! Uh! Scream!” he yelled.
With his right hand still pinching on Trish’s swollen nipple, his left arm clutched her head. He wadded a mass of blonde hair into his fist and pulled her head back, making lip to lip contact with her mouth. He continued to brutally pump in her asshole as his tongue probed her mouth. After a minute or two of tonguing, he let go of the lip lock.
“Scream!” he cried out, shoving his cock deeper into her bloody asshole.
“Ouch!” she cried helplessly.
“Yes! Scream! Make me cum hard into your asshole, bitch!” he bellowed, “I am cumming!”
He gripped her head tightly with his left hand, pulling it back hard. His right hand was no longer pinching her tit. It was now twisting it in a painful circle, nearly an entire way around. He exploded into her injured asshole. Warm sticky liquid filled up the damaged slit. She wept. There was nothing pure about her anymore. She had been manhandled and beaten by this monster. Now, she had been anally raped. She was hopeless and helpless.
John let go of Trish, and she fell to the concrete floor. Blood was leaking all over the floor. Her pussy had been demolished, and half of it was inside her own digestive system. She was lying in a puddle of her own blood. She was face first on the floor, soaked with her own blood.
“I own you, bitch!” John stated, climbing to his feet.
Trish rolled over in the puddle so she was face up. She looked up at the man that had fucked her, stolen her pride, and destroyed her sweet body. She had given up. There was no hope. She sniffled. John smiled at her. She was so beautiful, lying soaked in blood. She belonged to him, and she had accepted it.
“Who is your fucking owner, cunt?” John asked.
“You,” she cried.
John knelt down beside his artwork. She was crying. A place in his heart felt a little pity for her, but the horny side of his mind was far stronger. His hand clasped her inner thigh. She didn’t even bother pinning her legs together to try to hinder his efforts. He began squeezed the inner thigh tightly and roughly.
“So thick,” he commented.
He wasn’t done. He picked the knife up from the floor. She knew what was coming, but she wasn’t strong enough to fight it. She had completely used up her energy struggling and squirming around helplessly. She was out of breath. She couldn’t even scream.
“No more,” she moaned and pleaded, “Please, no more.”
That was all she could do. She could only moan in a weak tone. Of course, this did not stop John by any means. He jabbed the knife into her left inner thigh. She let out a moan, but that was it. Blood spilled out. He continued to stab her soft, thick, and supple thigh. After there were about five or six stab wounds, he bent his head down to her thigh.
“Don’t,” Trish groaned, “Don’t.”
Her weak voice did nothing. John mushed his face into the wounded thigh, opening his mouth wide. He began to bite chunks of the thick, supple flesh off. He was eating her. Her thigh tasted really good. The thickness, the suppleness, and the juiciness. Blood was everywhere. He kept biting and chewing. She tasted so good.
“Ouch!” she would wince between the bites, too weak to do anything else.
“Good girl,” John would reply, biting away at her flesh, “Very good girl.”
After he ate a decent amount of her inner thigh, he turned her body around. He was met with little resistance. He plunged the knife into her left hindquarter and dragged the blade down, ripping open her thick, upper leg. He was destroying her left leg. She had learned who was boss, and now the boss was having his feast.
He reached his hand into the large cut he had made into her leg, soaking his fingers in her blood. She moaned in pain. He leaned down and began to eat away chunks of her flesh from the back of her thick upper hind leg. Too weak to fight, she let him have his way. He feasted on that portion of her meaty leg for quite some time. It was so thick and juicy.
After he had finished devouring a majority of the meat on her upper left leg, he turned her body over, so she was face up. He looked into her eyes, her sad weak eyes. She was the prettiest thing that God had ever created, and he had completely destroyed her. Her face was so beautiful. He locked lips with her, running his tongue through her mouth. The kiss lasted for a long, long time.
“I love you,” John whispered to her, unlocking lips with her, “I love you, Trish. I want you to know that I really do love you.”
“Then why did you do this to me?” Trish cried, “Why?”
John’s hand went to Trish’s left breast, the one that had not been bitten and tampered with. It was so soft and so well formed. He squished it in his fingers. She cried, knowing what was to come. She knew what he was going to do. She whimpered, knowing she could not prevent it.
“Please,” she pleaded helplessly, “You have misused and abused every part of my body. Leave that breast. Please leave that breast.”
“I am sorry, my love,” John grunted.
He lifted the knife and began to saw off her left breast. She cried out in pain. He cut the entire hunk of breast meat off of her chest. Blood rushed out of the large round wound that he had created. She cried in utter agony. He took a huge bite out of the tan flab of breast flesh. It tasted delicious. He took another large bite.
“You taste so good, sweetie,” John slurped in between bites.
He gobbled up the breast. He turned her body over again, so she was face down on the floor. She didn’t care anymore. She was bathing in a puddle of her own blood. This sick pervert had stolen everything from her. She had nothing else to lose.
“Baby,” John whispered, “I haven’t been that cruel to you. I only ate one leg, you pussy, and one breast. I left you one leg and one breast.”
“You are sick,” Trish whimpered.
“Yes,” John nodded, “I am, but I still love you. I just wanted you to know that you have given the the most pleasing torture session out of all of my sessions. I love you.”
He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. With that, he stood up and walked to the steel door. He knocked on it, and the door opened. One of the men in ski masks entered with a gun in his hand.
“I’m finished,” John nodded to the man, “The next one I want is Katie Mae, freshman at the local high school.”
The man with the mask lifted the gun. Fear ran through Trish’s damaged body. She screamed.
“No!” Trish screamed.
“This is for the best, my love,” John whispered, blowing her a kiss, “Bye bye.”
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Dad has a young black girl move in with us.
This segment contains nothing erotic, the series itself will contain plenty as a whole, but I will tell you now things will be slow. Expect some in the next part, but there is none here. The future sections will contain things such as sex, your everyday variety, most likely some F/F, F/F/M, and I may turn things into on big Harem, I don’t know. Thousands of possibilities, for now I’m just starting with one girl. More can be added.
P.S.: The names differ between Real World and “In-Game”, Aaron = Shadow, you can use the names interchangeably.
Also, I’d love suggestions for the future, criticism would be loved.
————————————————-Bang. The loud sound echoed off of the surrounding rocks, a chilling wind bit into the bones of the mountain, warded off those who were unprepared, but the man who lifted his head from the camouflaged scope of a sniper rifle was more than prepared. In the back of his head, a voice could be heard saying, “Congratulations, you have reached level ninety-eight.” The man gave a quick smirk and vanished from his position between a natural depression in a pile of rocks. A faint echo could still be heard, as were cries of several others who had been close enough to get a scare from the loud shot.
Aaron pulled off a pair of sunglasses that looked as if they had come straight from some science-fiction movie, with a single lens that tapered on both ends, with an overall rectangular shape. Short, brown hair flipped back onto his forehead, a pair of slender, long fingers rubber two medium-sized, blue eyes that contained orange and gold flecks. A sigh escaped from pale red lips that opened into a rather excessive yawn. Two pale legs, long and lanky, but with a slight definition that gave sign of some form of physical activity, emerged from beneath a blanket and stepped onto a wooden floor. Stretching out, two lanky arms, both long, narrow, and with the only muscle definition being below the shoulder and above the biceps and triceps, somewhere in the middle. His long, narrow torso was hidden by a wrinkled short-sleeved vintage shirt, advertising the Coca-Cola brand, his legs with a pair of khaki shorts.
The sun flooded into his room, giving him early warning of the coming day, a glance to his clock showed it was almost six in the morning. Standing up, Aaron gave one more little stretch, before returning to his normal stance, his six foot height towering over everything else in his room, aside from the doors and a dark stained bookshelf. He shuffled over to a desk that had a simple laptop resting on top, no shelves were below the surface, and nothing else resided on top. Flipping open the lid, Aaron was greeted with a little tune, and a glaring light that was emitted from the screen.
Squinting his eyes, Aaron punched in several keys on the keyboard and was greeted with the familiar sight of dozens of emails congratulating him on leveling up. He quickly read each email, each from one friend or another, some he knew in the real world, others that he didn’t know outside of the virtual world. After finishing the email, Aaron clicked around, opening the internet to the leader boards of the most famous game at the time, simply named, War. It had stayed the top selling game for the past year now, and was estimated to remain there for the next decade, being the only game designed for a gaming system that linked to all of the senses of the user. Aaron searched for his character’s name, aptly named Shadow. He had been lucky enough to log in early enough to get a word without having to fuse it with numbers or other words.
Within the top fifty, Aaron spotted his name, the only Sniper class to be within the top 100 with the word ‘Solo’ next to name, meaning he’d never been part of a party, which was unheard of for a Sniper within the game of War. In fact, he was the only one within the top fifty players to have ‘Solo’ next to his name. There were nearly one billion players of the game, and a Sniper had managed to become basically legend. Aaron, or Shadow, was being hailed as the best player of the game by everyone, but he was humble when it came to his status within the game.
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The game itself was relatively simple, kill people, and you level up. The setting was in a modern world, you were a mercenary- hired to kill targets by governments and those who had enemies in the private sectors. The type of weapon you used was chosen by you the moment you logged in, and could never be changed until you reached a certain level, never announced, in which you were offered the choice to add a new type of weapon to your arsenal. The options from the start were the typical weapon types, Sniper Rifles, Assault Rifles, Machine Guns, Sub Machine Guns, and so on. Further branches of each class arrived as you reached higher levels, and as your class became more specific, your weapons became more and more limited, but it also meant that your weapons were better as you became better.
It was your usual game, as most viewed it. The difference was, in most games getting from level 1 to level 2 was a very quick stage, where in this one, getting from 1 to 2 was a major step, because you’re required to kill someone of a higher level in order to get there, be it in a tournament or in a PvP environment. After that, leveling was easier, but it was a daunting task, because your targets during a mission could be anyone in the game. There were limits to level differences during a task, but it was difficult nonetheless. In a world like this, becoming such a high level was something of mythological status.
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Aaron slid away from his desk and prepared for your usual high school student Monday. Pulling on his school’s required uniform, which was a pair of khaki pants and a polo, and a red polo with a white undershirt, he stepped into the bathroom and brushed his teeth and combed his hair, which didn’t do much to it since it wasn’t much of a listener. He’d showered the night before and quickly made his way out of the house, he never ate breakfast, it upset his stomach. Aaron rode his bike to school, it wasn’t a long ride, and he enjoyed the exercise.
The day was a typical day at school for any 16-year old guy, sit down in a seat and act like you’re listening, check out a girl or two, text a few friends, eat lunch, repeat until day is over, and then go home.
Today was a little different from normal, though. After leveling up, Aaron had been approached by several of the more ‘delectable’ girls of the school asking for favors in game. It wasn’t unusual, almost ninety percent of Americans played War, since the system was fairly cheap as opposed to other market leaders. Now, the fact that girls had approached him for favors wasn’t unusual, but the fact that one of them had been Aaron’s “dream girl” for the past two years of school was a little bit of a shock to him.
Hannah, a girl with obvious Italian ancestry, very dark brown hair, large, brown eyes, an angel’s face, and olive skin that was common among those of an Italian bloodline. She was of average height for a girl at 16, maybe a little shorter, but she was sporty, which gave her defined legs, a tight butt and stomach, and he breasts were big enough to be a handful for Aaron, which wasn’t very nig, but he never really liked big breasts. She hadn’t said anything to Aaron at the time when the girls hadn’t approached Aaron, but he had trouble listening to what the others were saying when she came up with them. Aaron had always seen her remain at the usual, ‘popular’ table. Sure, being one of the best players in War made Aaron popular, but not in the same, stereotypical sense that a sporty, cute girl is.
“I can’t help you guys,” Aaron had said, interrupting the girls who were asking him to help their party, “I’m hunting for a guy in the Himalayas, and I can’t watch over you when I’ve got to hunt number 15.” The girls attempted to change his mind with a cleavage flash or two, but he didn’t even look. His eyes were glued on the floor, or rather, the divine legs of Hannah, which happened to be in the foreground of the floor.
The group walked away, leaving Aaron to his lunch, but not before he risked a glance back at the girls, to which he was shocked to see Hannah looking back as well. He couldn’t tell whether or not she was checking him out, or sizing him up.
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Aaron was back home, the glasses back on as he went through a typical game session, it would easily take a month to reach the next level, and he wasn’t going to waste any time. He’d taken care of yet another high-ranking player in the game after finishing off number 15 in the Himalayas. A task had been assigned to him by a friend that kept track of the Most Wanted Lists for different guilds, several had his name on them, but few ever spotted Aaron, or Shadow as he was in-game, since being a high leveled Sniper, he was capable of things such as camouflage and the stealth of his character was extremely high.
Shadow had the likeness of Aaron, as did every other character and their respective player. He was already en route to his next target, a female with the name of Sorceress, a Sub Machine Gun class at level 89. No description was provided, but someone wanted her killed. It should be known that a death wasn’t permanent, but was often a source of shame and came with a loss of sometimes ridiculous amounts of in-game currency. A reason why Shadow was a Sniper, much easier to avoid death if you were never seen. He was given a list of who she hung around with when she wasn’t training, and a list of areas where she usually ate, slept, and trained while in-game. Sleeping and eating were required.
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Hours later, Shadow was set up in tree, the barrel of his Sniper rifle resting in the fork of two branches, focused as he aimed down his scope, a target in sight. He pulled the trigger. Bang.
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Well over a thousand yards away, Sorceress dropped, a motion sensor had gone off, someone was in her training area. Less than a second later, a loud thud could be heard as a bullet of a high caliber slammed into a wall behind her. Without hesitation she half ran, half crawled into a building.
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“Damn it,” Shadow muttered, quickly disassembling his rifle and dropping from the tree, “Guess I’ll have to do this the hard way.” Shadow pulled out a revolver, a .44 Magnum, a stereotypical gun, but with the power to kill with fewer shots. Just what he wanted. Taking slow steps, Shadow approached the small town, seemingly abandoned by the inhabitants.
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Sorceress sat in the building, already finding a better spot to shoot from if her hunter came inside the building she was in. Her gun was held tight to her body, stock set against her shoulder, ready to fire at any moment. She knew, any minute now, whoever had shot at her would be coming close. No one targeted a level 89 for no reason, and she’d heard about a bounty placed on her by a guild. At least she wasn’t being ignored, as a rising threat to well established players.
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Shadow was glad he was a Sniper, his talents allowed him to walk without a sound, to hide from an enemy’s vision when motionless for a certain period of time, and to approach enemies in close quarters without any sound. He pulled out a knife from it’s sheath on his belt, his right hand held the revolver with an ease only obtained after hundreds of uses. He approached the building he’d seen Sorceress enter. One way in was a door, which would never make a good entry point. He spotted a way onto the roof.
Shadow climbed onto the roof with a practiced ease and silence, he checked his ammo and took a step forward, testing his footing. Crack.
Shadow fell through the roof, and the roof fell onto Sorceress below, stunning and burying her in a pile of rubble. Quickly recovering, Shadow stood over her body, gun pointed at her, his foot kicking away her gun. He looked at her before he pulled the trigger, something was familiar. She was shorter than he, with dark brown hair and olive skin, typical of those of Italian blood. She had an angel’s face, and her outfit was form fitting, showing off defined legs, a tight butt and stomach. Breasts that were big enough to be a handful, maybe a little more.
Hannah.
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It was night time, Shadow sat beside a now sleeping Sorceress, being forced open the character when she had been hit by the falling roof. To a player, it was for a few moments, in game it could have been just that, or a couple of hours. She began to stir, Shadow took notice and already had a hand on his knife, ready to strike if she did.
But Sorceress didn’t, she opened an eye and looked at Shadow for a moment, trying to work out what had happened. She’d been shot at, hid in a building, and then had been hit in the head by something very hard. Now someone that looked a lot like Aaron was sitting next to her. He’d said he was hunting someone in the Himalayas though, why would he be here?
“You up?” Shadow asked, knife in hand as he watched Sorceress warily.
“Yeah, why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance? I know it was you who shot.” Sorceress asked, she knew Shadow was very well capable of killing her, and figured he wasn’t above killing someone who’d been knocked out.
“I… didn’t feel like it.” Shadow mumbled, or rather, Aaron, who had surfaced now. Shadow was a Sniper, not a teenager with a crush. There was a silence after this, Sorceress was still processing things, and Aaron couldn’t believe his luck, being able to be with Sorceress/Hannah while she was unconscious. He was mentally berating himself for not doing something while she was out of it.
“Thanks,” Sorceress said quietly, standing up and brushing off dust and rock chunks from the collapse. “I’m glad you didn’t kill me, Aaron.” With that, Sorceress logged out, leaving a happy Aaron sitting on the ground. He, too, logged out after that, removing his glasses and turning off the light to his room. There certainly was a day ahead of him tomorrow.
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*This is a true story but the names are changed (but the ages are not) simply because I don’t feel like putting up with some shit if someone I know finds out I wrote this :)*
My dad recently got a job with help from my step dad. Though it was not a glorious job, working on 18-wheelers was how my dad was paid. I met David one of the first days I was at the shop. He had his friend Troy with him. David is your average country boy. Tan, muscular, and just a general smart ass. I was immediately attracted to him when I first laid my eyes on him. But, this story is not about David and I. It’s about Troy. Now, I didn’t really look at Troy. He didn’t seem like my type, and sure didn’t look like it. He’s pale, chubby, and white gangster. Not exactly my ideal guy, if you catch my drift.
A couple months passed of the three of us becoming friends at the shop and I got to hear Troy rap his version of “You’re a Jerk” for me. It was because of that that we ran into each other on Facebook, via David’s video of him. We ended up talking and discussing what we did over our New Years. It was actually January 2nd and I told him how I got drunk and fucked my (now) ex-best friend and his friend. You could imagine this was a surprise to him that I was telling him this, as I am a 15-year-old girl and he’s 23. He told me I was naughty and we got to dirty talking. Saying how much he wanted to see my pussy and how much I wanted to ride his dick. This continued for maybe three weeks or so.
One day, after we had been talking steadily for a while, I told him to pick me up tomorrow morning because I’m going to skip school to fuck him. The next morning at 7:30 am I heard his van pull up to my driveway and snuck outside quietly because I should’ve ben on the bus an hour ago. I got in and was immediately greeted with “You smell amazing.” “Oh why thank you, are you serious?” “Yeah”, he said “It’s orgasmic.” We got back to his place and I sat down on the bed. He put in a movie, turned around, and looked at me. We immediately started kissing passionately, more than I’ve ever kissed someone. He slowly lifted me up to the top of his bed and I began to slide my sweat pants off revealing my black lace thong and under that smoothly shaved cunt. He licked his lips and took off my top to reveal my bra and size 34B titts. Troy started kissing down my neck, down my chest, stopping at my breasts and squeezing them. I heard him whisper “perfect.” He took of my bra and licked and teased my nipples. I moaned and whined for more. He kissed down my tummy and licked down my navel to my hot pussy. Planting a kiss on it, with my thong still on, I shuddered. I pulled them off, threw them to the floor, and begged him to fuck me. “Uh uh..” he laughed and licked up and down my pussy, circling, sucking, and flicking my clit with his tongue. I screamed out loud and he muffled it with his hand. I grabbed his head begging for more. I love the feeling of his tongue inside me. After about ten minutes of that, I grabbed his head, brought his lips to mine, and kissed him passionately. “Fuck me now.” I whispered in his ear. He didn’t waste any time getting his pants off and jumping on top of me. “You’re so fucking tight.” he said, impressed with my pussy. “I know, don’t you love it?” I joked. “Haha, yeah.” He thrusted hard and his dick went all the way in my pussy. I moaned, “Oh fuck yeah.” “Yeah, you like that? You want me to fuck you some more? “ “Oh. Yes please.” He slammed his cock in and out of me as if I was a toy. “Harder baby, go harder.” I said. He did as he was told and fucked me even harder, causing me to moan in pure ecstasy. “God that feels so good. I love it when you fuck me like that.” I said sexily, turning him on a lot more. “Oh God, turn over and get on your hands and knees.” He demanded. I did as I was told and he immediately shoved his cock in my pussy and started fucking me doggie style. Troy grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “You like that, slut?” “Oh yeah.” I moaned. “Please harder, it feels so fucking good. Oh fuck.” My hands we’re gripping the bed sheets and my knuckles were turning white. “Damn girl,” he said, “you’re so fucking tight. You feel so good on my cock. I laughed at that. He put one of his hands around my neck squeezing slightly, which he knows is my favorite turn on. “Baby, I’m gonna cum.” He said. “Mkay baby, hold on.” I said, and gave a final hard thrust, fucking him back. I pulled his dick out and put it in my mouth, sucking it to get his cum on my tongue. “Yeah, suck it just like that baby.” He said with his hands on my head and in my hair. He came almost instantly in my mouth and I swallowed his entire hot load. “Mmm, tastes good.” I smiled after he put his cock back in his shorts.
After brushing my teeth (because I know some guys don’t like tasting their own cum), I went back in his room and kissed him sweetly. That kiss was followed by many more sweet nose, neck, and finger kissies. He put in Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back and we watched that and fell asleep, cuddled in each other’s arms, naked.
We awoke a couple of times and repeated the day’s activities. The final time I woke up it was around 3 pm and I had to get home. I woke him up by a gentle kiss on the lips and told him that I had to get home. He smiled and said okay. On the drive home, he asked me, “So on a scale of one to ten, tem being the best you’ve had, how was I?” “Nine and a half, babe” I smiled, “nine and a half.”
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my cousin and i were always very close but this night we were even closer
I’m sitting at a bar, dressed in a way that makes it obvious I’m not here for the music. My skirt is short and tight, and I’m not wearing any panties. Or a bra for that matter. My full, pert tits are practically falling out of my revealing crimson red top. It screams for attention. And attention I’m getting, plenty of it. I can see several guys who’ve noticed that I’m going commando – and they like what they see. What’s not to like? My pink, lush pussy is carefully trimmed to perfection, just a tiny landing strip. I casually let my legs come apart a little, giving a group of guys their money’s worth. The nudge each other, awkward and nervous. They want to see more, but they’re too scared to come up to me. I’m bored now, and I start to sip on my glass of merlot that I’ve been nursing since I got here an hour ago.
I lazily scan the room, looking for something – or, rather, someone – interesting enough to merit a second glance. And there he is, as though appearing out of nowhere: a tall, dark-haired man, probably in his late-40s. Good, I think – I like them older. He’s dressed casually, just an open shirt over a pair of jeans. He has rugged features, like someone who’s used to long, hard hours of gruelling work. As I look him over, I see that he’s staring at me. I don’t know if he can see my intentional display from where he’s sitting because he’s looking me straight in the eye. It’s almost unsettling, and I find myself nervously taking a sip of my wine. He smirks at me, then gives me the once-over, nodding approvingly. I smile back at him, encouraging him to approach me and strike up a conversation. But instead, he motions for me to come sit at his table in the corner, and I’m unable to resist. Usually I let them come to me, but there’s something about him that makes me want to find out more. I slowly stride over, carefully letting my full hips sway back and forth. He watches me, his eyes never leaving mine. For a split second, my hand trembles ever so slightly…but then I’m sitting down next to him and the moment of panic is gone.
I wait for him to say something, to introduce himself, to make idle conversation. Instead, he forcefully pushes my skirt up and slides two fingers into my pussy. I stare at him, wild-eyed, but I don’t stop him. He proceeds to finger me roughly, smirking, I assume, at the fact that my pussy is already wet. A third finger finds its way into the warm, moist folds and I have to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning loudly. Then I realize that we’re sitting in a dark corner in a crowded bar, and I let myself go, almost bucking up to meet his fingers with each thrust as they penetrate me again and again. He stops abruptly and leans over to whisper in my ear: “You’re coming home with me you little slut.” He doesn’t ask, he says it in a matter-of-factly way. I simply nod and get up with him, letting him lead me out of the bar and into the parking lot. We don’t talk, he just pulls me along until we reach what I assume is his pickup truck. He doesn’t open the door for me, he tells me to get my ass in the truck. I do as he tells me, feeling a strange mixture of fear and excitement. I have a feeling that if I don’t do what he says, he might get angry – and I haven’t decided whether or not the ensuing punishment could be even better.
He doesn’t say a word during the drive. I have no idea where we’re going, and I don’t ask. I sit perfectly still, feeling my pussy go into fitful spasms, wondering if I’m going to leave a stain on the seat. Finally, the truck comes to a halt in front of a big, beautiful house. I’m surprised – I expected a motel, or maybe a shack somewhere off the main roads. He doesn’t need to tell me to follow him, I do so without being asked. He locks the truck and goes through the door, locking the dead-bolt behind me. No way out, I think in passing, but by now my curiosity is driving me crazy. I follow him up the stairs in the dark, careful not to trip and make a fool of myself. I’m a little disoriented. The light comes on in one of the rooms and I find myself standing in front of a four-poster bed. The room is decorated in neutral shades and looks expertly furnished by an interior decorator. I begin to wonder just who this guy is, but he suddenly tells me to take my clothes off – NOW. I immediately take off my top and skirt. He tells me to get on the bed, on my back, and I comply. He leaves the room and returns with two long pieces of rope and tells me to spread my legs. I do as he tells me and he proceeds to tie me spread-eagled to the posts of the bed. A little voice in my head warns me that this could get dangerous, but I’m already panting and getting too excited to care.
I wait for him to take off his clothes and fuck me, but instead he sits on a chair across from me, staring. I shiver involuntarily and my nipples harden instantly. He tells me that from now on, I will be living with him. This will be my room. I will move out of whatever place I currently live at and quit my job. My purpose will be to service his needs, whenever he wants. I will stay naked at all times and he will use me whenever and however he pleases. My eyes widen in shock. He can’t be serious – or can he? As if reading my mind, he tells me that I have no say in this matter and that from now on I will do as he says. If I perform my duties to his satisfaction, he will pay me a monthly salary. If I don’t, he will punish me. He pauses and continues to stare at me, his eyes roaming over my body appreciatively. Then he asks me if I understand. I nod, slowly, then tell him softly that I understand completely. He calls me a good little slut and slowly walks over to the bed. Again, his eyes travel over my entire body as he approaches the head of the bed. He reaches down and twists my left nipple violently, pulling it hard. I bite my lip, trying not to cry out. He obviously enjoys watching my reaction and grabs my right nipple with his other hand, twisting it even harder. I don’t know whether to moan or cry, so I bite my lip instead, grimacing at the pain he obviously enjoys inflicting on my now sore and red nipples. He continues to twist and pull them for a few more seconds.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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Sorry it took so long. iv been dealing with back to back problems but i finally found the time to finish part 3 and part four is about a 1/4 of the way done
My secretary’s daughter was arrested.
Little Abby takes her obsession to the next level
My mom and I live in our small cozy home in a village out on the countryside, never met my dad and hardly ever had any family over as far as I can remember. Basically it was just my mother and I, we had no problem with that since we had such a fantastic relationship; she was loving and caring. My mom is in her late forties with a chubby figure and long blonde hair, with a smile which immediatly lit up the room. I’m an average looking guy who is going to school and has always felt a deeper connection to his mother but could never make sense of it. That was until I hit puberty and discovered the joy of masturbation, I was somewhat of a late bloomer in that department, but I never really talked to classmates about it nor did we have sex education yet. Anyway, as most young boys probably thought that they were hiding everything from their mother successfully and keeping their jerk-off sessions an absolute secret – mothers always know what their kids are up to. Mine also figured it out, although things went a bit further than in an average family.
It all began on a saturday morning, a morning like any other. Birds were chirping and the sunlight found its way through a gap in the curtains to wake me. It was very warm, we were in summer. It would get quite hot and my mother and I would start wearing little clothing to fight this warmth. First thing I noticed was my penis and how hard it was, forming a little tent under the sheets. Around 6 inches erect. I awoke horny as usual, I really had to go take care of it so I stood up, put on some cotton briefs and grabbed a fresh towel before heading off to the bathroom. Looking forward to that shower and much needed privacy I thought to myself as I almost bumped into my mother.
“Ohhh look who’s finally up! It’s past twelve already, how did you sleep?”
“Morning, great, I’m just off to take a shower”
“Alrighty then have fun!” my mom replied in a playful tone as she quickly glimped down to my waist and then walked off.
I thought nothing of it until a few seconds later when I closed the bathroom door behind me and realized I was walking around with my erect penis pressing against the briefs. Oh god….but I was not overcome with embarassment, instead I felt kind of turned on by this to my surprise. I immediatly dropped my pants and grabbed my dick, which was as hard as it could possibly be. I pulled the foreskin back slowly and rubbed my precum over the head and massaged it with my fingers. I started to masturbate strongly and ejaculated after only a few seconds, I caught the semen in my left hand, some of it splashed onto my chest and thighs. In that precise moment the door opened and I instinctively turned around as fast as possible, facing the mirror and covering my penis with both hands.
“MOM PLEASE I AM GOING TO SHOWER NOW”
“Oops sorry hun! I was just going to leave you a new towel here since you always forget” she answered as she was poking her head through and looking at me through the mirror.
This time I did get very embarassed and my face turned bright red in shame as I stood there fully exposed with my semen all over my hands and crotch area, dripping down my legs onto the white fluffy rug beneath me.
“I didn’t want to interrupt you, my apologies, i’ll be downstairs making breakfast” she said as she shut the door.
She..saw…everything…in the mirror. I made a complete idiot out of myself, I kept telling myself as I showered and cleaned up. After drying myself off I put fresh white underpants and a thin t-shirt on then walked through the hallway to the kitchen where my mom was standing and making some pancakes. She was wearing a long aquamarine shirt, as far as I could tell without any bra or panties, it’s always been like that since I was young when it was hot in the house. Nothing sexual ever came up and there was no reason to not walk around the house like that. I now suddenly got arroused by the idea of this though, and had to restrain myself from getting hard again. No easy task but the smell of the food cooking threw me off and made me hungry. She walked over with the dishes and handed me my plate as we sat down.
“Darling i’m sorry again about before, I really didn’t mean to walk in there like that when you’re busy wi-
“No no no, it’s fine, seriously I was just getting undressed and you startled me that’s all”
I felt a buldge in my pants again, oh what horrible timing. Hopefully it’s gone by the time we’re done with this awkward conversation. I couldn’t just stand up and leave now. To this day i’m not sure whether or not my mother noticed and this was intentional or just pure coincidence that she made me get up in that precise moment.
“Can you be a help me take this to the sink please, I need to wash up before i’m off to town to buy the groceries” she exclaimed as she stood up with me and handed over a couple of plates. I felt her quick glare at my erection before she faced the other direction. It only made me harder again, my dick was as hard as a rock and I was standing only a couple of feet away from my mother. Not sure what came over me but I felt absolutely no need to hide it and proudly walked over to the sink with her. As she turned around I saw that her nipples were hard, clearly visible through the shirt.
“Isn’t that uncomfortable down there?” my mom asked as she was pointing at my crotch with her index finger. How extremely forward that was I thought to myself, she seemed to have a genuine concerned look on her face when she asked the question. I froze for a second then answered.
“Sorry I…can’t seem to control it, is that bad?”
“Not at all! It’s completely normal for a boy your age, but I think you have to go take care of that before you hurt yourself, looks very stiff. Promise I won’t disturb you this time!” she giggled as she turned her back on me.
I thought i’d ejaculate right there and then after I heard my mother talk so openly about this, without any fear of provoking an awkward situation. I guess it’s not as weird as I belived it to be, she seems really cool about it. I went straight to my room, dropped my pants and sat on the corner of the bed as I grabbed my throbbing cock and began to pull the foreskin back and forth. I was so extremely horny you wouldn’t believe it, after a short few moments I felt the semen wanting to burst out and I was not planning on preventing this from happening. My mother then all of a sudden walked past heading towards her room to get ready, she smiled at me and was out of my line of sight as I came all over myself. I let out a loud sigh of relief as I fell back onto the bed in pure extasis, I covered myself in cum. A million thoughts were flooding my mind all at once now, did my mother just catch me jerking off? Did she smile at me while doing it, did she maybe even like it? It was too much, I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath. Without warning, silent as a mouse, my mother was infront of me with a roll of toilet paper.
“Let me clean that semen up for you hunny, unless you want to take another shower?” she said with a concerned look. I was stunned, but gladly accepted what was happening right now without any hesitation, not thinking about it properly.
“That would be fantastic, thank you mom I love you so much” I firmly replied as I covered my eyes with my arm, giving her full access to my body.
“Love you even more, you mean everything in the world to me you know that right” she announced as she tore a few stips off toilet paper off and began wiping the hot jizz off my naked body. I couldn’t watch her do it, even though I was fine with this, I guess it was my subconscious. I felt her bend over, she was wiping the cum off my thighs, legs and chest then around my penis. She lifted my soft cock up with two fingers to clean it and the surroundings, then grabbed it properly and pulled the skin back slowly as far as possible to expose the head completely. She then got another piece of the tissue and proceeded to clean there, but some of the paper dried up quickly and got stuck right under the head. So she gently spat on two of her fingers and was then able to remove it. The touch of my mother’s hands on me…especially my dick, was out of this world. I gasped as I started to get hard again while my mother had my dick in her hand.
“All clean again! I’ll see you later hun, do you want anything from the shops?”
“Uh no thanks mom, bye”
It was all so casual, like if it was the most normal thing in the world. It did not even appear sexual at first, everything was blurry like a dream. I decided to go and sleep on it, to see what happens tonight when she’s back. End of part 1, let me know what you think
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With regards to Robert W Chambers.
Little bit of back story for those of you who haven’t been following my sexual adventures over the last decade. Alex is a guy I knew through a group of guys I hang out with, here on the coast north of Sydney. I was, and still am, completely in the closet with that group of people. So, four years ago when Alex outed me as being the famous Aussie Speedo Guy, I was terrified he would share that information with our social group.
Julie and Timmy take it further
I’d gotten a 62 on the first Chemistry test, and I’ll be damned if I was going to do that bad again. I’d gotten all A’s in high school, and here I was, failing a freshman course.
Julie, you do pretty well in chemistry, right? I typed into the IM window.
Yes.
Want to help me study?
Sure, right now?
Yeah, I guess, I’m not making much headway here.
Come on over.
I packed up my stuff, and grabbed my backpack, heading out the door. The crisp Northern New York air hit me hard, and I wished immediately, that I’d grabbed my coat. Too lazy to go back, I hurried on and walked into her building.
“Come on in,” a muffled voice called as I knocked on the door. I opened it to find Julie nowhere in sight. She was in the bathroom that connected her suite to the adjacent one.
She walked out of the bathroom, sliding a black T-shirt on as she did so. There were piles of paper everywhere on her side of the room, her roommates was a stark clean contrast. She had posters of rock and metal bands on the wall, what you’d expect from a guy, not a nerdy girl.
She had wavy red hair down to the middle of her back that she pulled into a simple ponytail, and square framed glasses perched atop a pointy nose. She was attractive in a nerdy sort of way. She had a thin, pale body that you’d expect from someone more acquainted with the online world than the real one, and nice round C-cup breasts. She was attractive, but you’d certainly never pick her out of a crowd.
“So you don’t want to fuck this one up as bad as the last one?” She also had a fairly strong personality.
“That would be correct,” I said matter of factly. She gestured towards the bed, the only thing even remotely absent of the clutter tat pervaded the rest of the room. I grabbed my books and some papers and sat down next to her.
“We’ll start with the questions at the end of the chapter. Have you done any of them?”
I shook my head no.
“Figures, looking at porn while the chem. Book is open doesn’t count as studying,” she said grinning.
“No, but it is fun.”
I grabbed a pencil and set to work on the first few while she looked over my shoulder. Halfway into the first problem, I put my pencil down and sighed.
“I wish I could just sleep with the teacher, like in porno’s, it’d certainly be easier.”
“Ew,” she repled. Our professor was an older man.
“It’d be easier,” I said with a laugh.
“Maybe for you,” she poked me in the ribs where she knew I was ticklish. I poked her back in the same spot, sending her moving away from me in spasms. It was war now. Our previous study sessions all usually degraded in much the same way, either being lost in inane conversation, or poking at each other like a couple of two year olds.
“I really can’t afford to fail again,” I said after things had died down.
“No, you can’t,” she agreed.
“Can you be more serious?”
She snorted and looked at me incredulously. “Can YOU?”
“I just need some motivation to not be distracted and procrastinate.” She laughed and lifted her shirt so that the bottom of her bra showed.
“No, I said I need to NOT be distracted.”
“Do the chapter review, one at a time. If you get one right, I’ll take something off.”
“What about your boyfriend?” She waved her hand dismissively.
“Right now, you need help, and judging by some of the retardation that was your answers on the last test, drastic help.”
“Fine,” I said, grinning, and grabbed the book again.
“I wasn’t finished,” she said with an air of authority.
“You weren’t?” I asked, then it dawned on me. “What if I don’t get it right?”
“Then you take something off.”
She peeled off her T-shirt, revealing a black tank top beneath. “I haven’t even started yet, what are you doing?”
“Handicapping you,” she said laughing.
“You better get ready to keep going,” I told her, grabbing the pencil.
It wasn’t easy, especially with all the cleavage she was now showing, but at the thought of reward, I managed to buckle down and get to work. She eyed me intently, grinning slightly in confidence. I could feel my cock begin to take notice in my boxers. Ten minutes later, I handed her the paper.
She looked my work up and down, then frowned, pulling her tank top over her head. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she tossed it to the side. They were almost bleached white, but looked extremely firm. She leaned over slightly for my benefit and despite her exposure, grinned devilishly. “Number two.”
I set to work once more, my concentration significantly hampered this time. I thought I understood the question enough to answer it correctly, but the work was complicated. It didn’t help that she kept pushing them together, and swinging them back and forth. I handed her the paper several minutes later.
“Wrong,” she said triumphantly.
“Fuck that, I know I got it right,” I protested.
She smiled ear to ear. “You did, but it’s in the wrong units. It asks specifically for mg/L, not g/L.
Grumbling, I pulled off my shirt. She whistled appreciatively, making me blush. I knew I didn’t look bad, being fairly athletic, but I doubted my 5’10, 140 pound form looked anything but great.
Now it was her turn to be a little distracted as I went to work on the next question. I could tell right from the beginning that it was tough, but with nice breasts just a thin layer of fabric away, I pressed on.
“I’m gonna have to impose a ten minute time limit,” she said, breaking the silence. I’d made no headway with the question at all. I’d probably be stripping next, and we both new it. That thought made my dick get a little harder, which with no shirt on, was getting more difficult to hide. Finally, I just wrote down a guess and handed her the paper.
She looked shocked, but recovered quickly. “This is right. But your work isn’t, which would get you no credit.”
“That’s not fair,” I stood up and put my hands on my hips. She took this moment to quickly grab my shorts and yank down before I could do anything.
“Ooh, looks like your friend came to play,” she said noticing the tent in my boxers. I tried to pull my shorts back up, but she stepped on them, and my foot in the process. I stumbled backwards, and in trying not to fall, had to slide both my feet out. She picked them up and put them behind her on the bed.
She eyed me up and down, licking her lips, and eventually settling on my, for now, clothed cock.
“I can’t wait to see that,” she said pointing, in doing so, barely brushing it. “Sit back down, or I’m going to pull you to the bed by it.”
Reluctantly I did so, and picked up the chemistry book. If it was hard to concentrate before, it was damned near impossible how. With her shaking her assets at me, and rattling off non-stop taunts, my dick was as hard as it could be.
“I hope you’re getting ready to take that bra off,” I told her in the middle of the question.
“Oh like this?” she ribbed back, pulling them out, covered with her hands, then sliding them back in again. I couldn’t help but stare, and she laughed. I bent over again and furiously worked at the question. I thought I had it right, but I couldn’t be sure. I checked my work, and got a different answer. Frustrated, I put the pencil down and stared at the messy paper.
“Time’s up.” She cooed happily.
I looked back and forth between the two numbers, and had to make a decision. I circled one and handed it to her.
“One of these is right, congratulations.” She looked up. “But not the one you circled.” She was almost cackling at this point.
“Do I really have to do this?” I asked her, being a relative newcomer to sexuality.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Of course you do. I want to see my prize.”
I slowly slid my boxers down, keeping my arms in front of myself, until, finally, I brought them up and tossed them to her. My hands were still able to obscure most of my 6.5’’ cock. She frowned at me.
“Now let me see. Hands on your head.”
I did as she told me, and she smiled appreciatively. “Nice.” She slid to the edge of the bed, and put her hand on my hip, pulling me in close. Her face was inches away, getting a nice, good look. I could feel her breath on it, and it made my heart quicken and my knees unsure of whether or not they could hold me weight. She smiled, knowing exactly what she was doing to me, and moved away, patting the bed. “You’ve got one more to do, then the multiple choice.”
“What if I get that one wrong?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see.”
My mind raced at what that might mean. It was distracting, too distracting, I never even had a chance. Red in the face, and horny as hell, I handed her my paper.
“You did most of this right, you just goofed up in the end.”
My heart sank, but my cock was excited.
“Lay down,” she commanded.
I moved some of the papers, and did as she was told, gripping the headboard with my hands so she was afforded a nice view. My cock poked up at a 45 degree angle towards my head. She sat down next to me, and put the book on my stomach, with her hand resting on my leg, mere inches away.
“For being such a good boy,” she said, unclasping her bra and tossing it aside. Her tits were perfect, round like pearls with barely any sag. Her penny sized areolas and perky nipples were even better. She cupped them with her hands, jiggling them, bringing a smile to my face. Which she quickly wiped off by blindfolding me.
“So you don’t get too distracted,” she said. As she tightened the knot, I realized that her boobs were hanging right in my face. I moved my head towards them, ever so slightly.
“Think you’re funny, do you?” she asked playfully. I nodded.
She moved around the room for a moment. When she came back, I heard something slicking shut around my wrists. “Maybe now you’ll behave.” I tried to move, but the handcuffs held me tight. She ran her hand lightly up my thigh, causing me to twitch massively. She had total control over my body.
“Now for some proper motivation,” I moaned loudly as her hand wrapped around my cock and started stroking it. I felt her shift around on the bed until she knelt between my legs, still keeping a handful.
“Which is not one of the strongest acids?” she asked me, rattling off the choices.
“Uh, B, citric acid.”
“Very good,” she cooed. She licked from my balls to my head, and back down. It took every bit of willpower I had not to burst right there. She licked me again, my back arched at her touch, and I moaned in frustration. She giggled at the torture she was putting me through.
“If you can make it through the next nine, and get seven of them right, I think you’ll enjoy yourself very much. But for each one you get wrong, I am going to torture you horribly.”
I got the next two right, and she let me take the blindfold off, enjoying the sight of her luscious tits, but I was unable to touch. She shook them and bounced them right in front of my face every chance she got, and continued to lick me until my dick was drenched, but she never slid it into her mouth. It was getting harder and harder to hold back.
She kept stroking me between questions, but slowly, tortuously so I didn’t get too close.
When I got the fourth right, she went to her dresser. She pulled out a flesh colored dildo with a flat bottom. It was about 7.5 inches long. She balanced it on my hip next to my cock and looked me in the eye. Without blinking, she put in her mouth and moved downward, inch by inch. She made it all the way to the bottom with the plastic balls up against her chin. Her cheek scraped my own member on the way down, and it drove me wild.
She bobbed slowly up and down the fake cock, all seven inches of it, showing me the extent of her talents, before finally pulling off it and setting it aside. She smiled suggestively at me and resumed her stroking.
After five in a row correct, I finally got one wrong. She smiled, and moved her mouth right over my cock. Ever so lightly, she flicked her tongue at the tip. I moaned and tried to thrust myself closer, but she maintained a gentle, but firm grip on my balls.
She kept lashing out with her tongue, before I was nearly in tears, begging her to end the torture. After several minutes, she stopped, satisfied she’d made the impression she needed to. My dick was in both agony and ecstasy at her touch.
Somehow, through the sexual fog, I managed to get another two right. Keeping a hand on my cock, she moved up my body, taunting me with her tits once more. But this time, she lowered them to my lips. I kissed her chest between them, before moving to take a nipple in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it, nibbled slightly, and licked some more.
By the way she arched her back, pushing her soft skin up against my face, I could tell she was enjoying herself. She moved over so I could soak the other. I moved my tongue quickly up and down, prompting a quick moan from her, but she quickly recovered, and moved away.
“Since that was kind of for both of us…” she trailed off as she took my head in her mouth, and swirled her tongue around it a few times, before moving off.
“If you get the next one right, I am going to suck you dry,” she said, licking my head again.
I convulsed again, barely able to hold back.
“I’m going to deepthroat you again and again, until you burst all over my tongue.” Another lick. I was going insane. “You got a big load for me?” I nodded. “Good, then answer the next question.”
She read it to me in between licks of my balls. I had absolutely nothing left as far as holding back, one touch of her tongue on my cock, and I was going to explode. She had moved from my balls and was slowly working her way up my cock.
“B!” I finally yelled out.
“Mmmm,” was all she said with a smile, before plunging me down her throat.
She moved quickly all the way up and all the way down. I was starting to cum by the second time she made it back up. I blew the first few ropes of cum onto her tongue, with her stroking me. I came out of her mouth and got some on her face. She squealed with delight, and put me back in her mouth, milking out every last bit onto her tongue. It seemed like I’d cum for days when she finally slid my tired member out of her mouth. I opened my eyes to quite a mess.
It was all over her face and hair, as well as her neck, and the bit she’d drooled down her chin onto her breasts. She took some from her face and rubbed it on her tits before licking every one of her fingers. She licked a little bit off my dick, and giggled at my helplessness. I shifted slightly, mostly too tired to even move, not even caring where I was.
That is until we both heard a key in the door. Julie’s roommate Amanda walked in the room, and stopped dead in her tracks as she surveyed the scene.
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Please be patient with this tale. This is 100% true and has been something I have thought about writing about for a long time. I may not be the best writer but this is how it happened and I am sticking to the facts instead of embellishing. There is a lot more to come after this.
This is Pokémon, hypnosis, tentacle erotica. Read at the peril of your soul. As always, any comments welcome, especially those making fun of the premise.
This is a true story with the names changed.
One of the girls at school was in a bad car accident. She had to wear a full body cast for a year. Her mother wanted her to enjoy her friends and not be left out so she would invite all her girl friends over after school to socialize. They intern invited some of the boys including me. The girls taught me how to dance and we had a great time. Basket Ball was over so I didn’t have much to do after school. It was great fun. We would party Friday and Saturday nights. There were eight girls and twelve guys. When summer came we would party there almost every night.
One night we were drinking quite a bit. I noticed that one of my friends named Jim was getting the mother drunk. He kept giving her shots of tequila. I had never seen her drink before. I forgot about it and was having a good time dancing when I noticed my friend and the mother were gone. About ten minutes later I saw Jim come out of the bedroom and whispered something to one of the guys. I saw the guys eyes get real wide and then he went into the bedroom.
I walked over to the bedroom and looked in. There was the girls mother sprawled out on the bed with her dress up to her chin and Bill the guy I saw go in was fucking her. I stepped into the bedroom and said, what the fuck are you doing, are you crazy? The woman was moaning a little but you could tell she was out of it. He said, “Jim said to go for it that she likes it. Shit I said we are going to ruin a good thing doing this. Bill pulled up his pants and said suit yourself but as soon as I can get another hard on I’m coming back for more.
He left and I locked the door. I wanted to sober her up but as I looked at her gapping pussy and crop of black hair I suddenly got a hard on. She was not a pretty woman by any means. She was a little plump, not fat but well rounded in her late forties. She had large tits that sagged to the sides of her chest as she laid there. I was pretty drunk and I thought what the hell, way not. I dropped my Jeans and underwear and mounted her. She was a little sloppy from the previous two guys cum but she felt hot and her pussy tightened around my cock as I began to shove it in and out of her. Her big tits had large areolas and her nipples were a dark pink. I began to suck on her tits as I pounded that sloppy pussy. She began to moan and suddenly she wrapped her legs around my sides and was fucking me back. She opened her eyes and smiled and said in a slurring voice. Fuck me son, I haven’t had a nice dick in me in ten years. I don’t think she remembered the first two. And fuck her I did. I guess because I was drunk I lasted for about twenty minutes before I let go of a huge wad of cum deep into her stomach. As I got up she said “Thank you young man I haven’t cum like that in a long time. You can come back anytime.” I grinned and said, you can count on it and left.
When I opened the door Jim was waiting for seconds. When I went in for seconds she was wide awake. I got her up and to the bathroom and made her take douche. She gave me a Blow Job before I fucked her in order for her cunt to lubricate after the douche. She asked me how many guys had fucked her. I said do you really want to know? She said “Yes.” I told her all twelve guys and some more than once. “Shit she said, there goes my reputation, does my daughter know?” I said no the guys have been very careful not to let any of the girls know what was going on. “Will you thank them for me” Sure I said as I slipped my cock into her waiting pussy.
It turned out that eleven of the original guys fucked her off and on until they got out of high school. I never fucked her again after that night because of events that happened about the same time in my own home.
One night when I was twelve years old before the above events happened I got up to pee and as I walked to the bathroom I heard a noise coming from my parent’s room. It sounded like someone was moaning or crying. I opened their door and it squeaked as I looked in. Mom was lying on the bed with her legs over the end of the bed and Dad’s head was between her legs. Mom looked over and screamed at me to get out. I ran back to my bedroom and because I had to pee so bad I peed my pajamas. Mom came in a few minutes later and tried to sooth my crying. I said I was sorry that I thought I heard her crying and just wanted to find out if she was OK. She helped me change my pajamas and she held my head between her breasts and stroked my head as she told me everything was ok and that she was sorry she yelled at me. I felt her nipple on my cheek and I turned my head and began to suck it through her gown. Mom didn’t say anything she just kept stroking my head. Her nipple got real hard and large and I kept sucking until I fell asleep.
Quite often after that night I would hear noises coming from my parent’s room. So one afternoon while Mom was shopping I got the W-D 40 from the garage and squirted it on their bedroom hinges. After that when I would hear those noises I would sneak over and open their door very quietly and watch my Dad as he would fuck Mom or eat her pussy. I had taken a sex education course that year so I knew a little about what he was doing to her. She would moan and cry out “Oh god honey, that’s nice, Oh eat my pussy honey you are making me cum yesssss Ohhhhhh shits that’s feels good. Or she would say Yes baby, oh god your cock feels so good, fuck me fuck me hard.” And I would watch Dad pound his cock into her pussy. I always got a hard on and then go to my room and jack off.
When I was thirteen Dad got a job as a sports broad caster. He had been a great football player both in college and the pros but blew his knee out in his fifth year as a pro. He had to fly all over the United States to various games and was gone a lot. Everything was fine for a couple of years. Then the fighting started when Dad was home. Mom would accuse him of playing around and of course Dad denied it. Mom started drinking. She never worked because Dad made a lot of money so she had a lot of time on her hands.
Mom also started drinking first thing in the morning and she got to where she never dressed in the morning when She fixed my breakfast. She usually had her robe alnd night gown on but some times she didn’t have her night gown on. I could see her beautiful tits when she bent over and some times when she would sit down her legs would be open and I could see her pussy. I would get a hard on and go into the bathroom and jack off before I went to school. I began to imagine what it would be like to fuck my Mother. Mom was a beautiful woman at 35 with bright red hair. She was 5”10” and she said she weighed 145 lbs. She also had light red hair above her pussy while shaving the rest around her pussy. Her tits were a firm about a 36c.
I came home one afternoon after school and found Mom sprawled out on the couch. Their was an empty bottle of gin on the floor. She was passed out and snoring. Her robe was wide open exposing both her tits and her pussy. At first I was pretty disgusted. But as I looked at her beautiful body I began to get a hard on. One leg was on the floor and the other on the couch. I reached over and lifted the leg on the couch and placed it over the top of the back. Her pussy was now fully exposed. My hand was shaking as I knelt down beside her and inserted a finger into her vagina. Very slowly I began to move it in and our of her pussy. I took another finger and inserted it into her and using my thumb I began to rub her clit and pump my fingers in and out of her. Her pussy became wetter and wetter as I finger fucked her. Mom began to moan and push her pussy at my fingers as I continued to finger fucked her.
I moved between her legs and lowered my head to her pussy and began to lick and suck her vagina like I had seen Dad do it so many times. Mom started moaning as I ran my tongue up and down her slit, guiding it over her clit and then down deep into the folds of her cunt. Mom grabbed the sides of my head and said “Oh yesss Dan (that’s my Dads name) that feels so good, ohhhhh honey your making me cum.” I felt her ass shudder as she climaxed and she pushed my head hard into the folds of her pussy. I made her cum several more times sucking that wonderful pussy. I heard her say “O h god honey fuck me, I’m so hot my pussy needs your cock. What could I do, so I dropped my pants and buried my cock deep into her waiting cunt.
At sixteen I was a big kid like my Dad who was 6’5” and weighed about 240lbs. I was not that big yet but I was 6’2” and weighed 190lbs. Like my Dad I had a pretty big cock. It was 7 & ¼ inches and about as big around as a door knob. As I entered my Mothers womb I got a strange feeling realizing this is where I originally came out of. It excited me and my cock got even harder. I felt the warm almost hot insides of her pussy as I slid in. I can’t fully explain the feeling I had as I realized I was fucking my own Mother. It was a combination of guilt and desires all rolled into one.
I felt Mom’s pussy lips tighten around my cock as I started pumping in and out of her. Sliding my cock almost completely out of her and then plunging deep into the recesses of her wonderful vagina. Mom swung her legs around my waist and placed her heels on my butt and began to pump her ass causing her pussy to jamb against my cock as I plunged into her. Her pussy and my cock were pounding into each other with a great deal of force and Mom was Moaning as she kept cumming over and over.
“Oh god Dan, you feel so good, ummmmm, yes thats it baby make Mommy cum. Ohhhhhhhhhhh thats good baby, harder baby harder.
I saw Mom open her eyes for a moment, I’m not sure if she recognized me or not but she closed her eyes and continued fucking me back. I felt my balls load up and I buried my cock deep into Mom and I could feel her cervix as I came directly into it. I flopped down onto Mom as I felt surge after surge of my love offering penetrate deep into her womb. Mom kept saying over and over. “Oh god Dan that was wonderful, her words were slurred and then she passed out again.
I got up and took a shower. It was now five o’clock so I fixed my self a hamburger and
drank two glasses of milk. About six I went into the living room and Mom was still out so I fucked her again. It was not as intense as the first time but once I got going Mom would respond and fuck me back. I fucked her for about ten minutes before I emptied another load of my love offering into my mothers pussy. At about ten I picked her up and took her to her bedroom. I took her robe off and put her in bed. Then I got undressed and climbed in beside her. She was facing away from me so I slipped my cock into her really wet pussy and fucked her doggy fashion for awhile. Then I tried to fuck her in the ass but it was just too tight. I went back to fucking her pussy and fell asleep with my cock still in her.
About seven the next morning Mom was shaking me and screaming, “What are you doing naked in my bed.” I looked at her and smiled, what does it look like. You fucked me three times last night and with that statement I reached up and pulled her to me and kissed her hard, shoving my tongue into her mouth. She bit down on my tongue and pushed me away and said “We didn’t shit did we? You were passed out and you were feeling no pain when I got home from school. After my shower I came to wake you up and I only had a towel wrapped around me. When I bent over to help you up you grabbed my cock and the next thing we were fucking, I lied.
“Shit, Shit, shit, this can’t be happening. I’m your Mother and you’re my son that’s incest for christ sake. This can’t happen again and your father must never know. Do you understand.” Yes Mom, but I don’t know why not, you enjoyed it. You fucked me so hard and told me what a good lover I was. I don’t see the harm if we love each other I said. “Because it’s wrong, that’s why. I could go to jail and your Dad would divorce me if he ever found out.” Well I certainly won’t tell anyone, and I don’t think you will either.
“That’s not the point, incest is against the law and it’s wrong no matter how good it feels. Now get out and we will never speak of this again.”
It was a strained relationship for awhile. Mom would not look at me and she stopped drinking and would come down fully dressed in the morning. After about a month things softened up some. We began to talk again. Dad came home and there was only one fight and that was over me wanting to go down to Mexico for a week end. Dad was home for a whole week that time. Before he left for another assignment he fucked Mom every night he was here and I watched him eat her pussy twise.
About two months later Mom heard a rumor that Dad was having an affair with a secretary and started drinking again. That night We were sitting on the couch watching a movie. Mom was in her night gown. She didn’t have her robe on and when she stood up to go to the bathroom I could see right thru it. She wasn’t wearing any underwear either and I got a hard on. When she came back she sat down next to me and I put my arms around her. She looked down at my crotch and saw my hard cock. She had a couple more shots of gin and laid her head on my shoulder.
I don’t know why but I leaned over and kissed her, gently at first and then a little more intently. I was surprise when she kissed me back, her tongue entered my mouth and our kisses became more and more passionate. I reached over and squeezed her breast and she let out a slight moan. I moved my hand down to her thigh and slowly moved my hand between her legs. She parted her legs to give me access to her pussy. She started rubbing my cock as I inserted two fingers into her wet vagina and began to finger fuck her. I knew she came because I felt her pussy lips tightened around my fingers. I made her cum two more times before I lifted her to her feet and removed her night gown. At the same time she shoved my pajama bottoms to the floor.
I gently laid her back down on the couch. Except for that brief moment when I removed her gown we had never stopped kissing. Both our breaths were labored as I began to suck on one of Moms nipples and at the same time I kneaded and rolled the nipple of the other breast. I took turns sucking and kissing her breasts for quite awhile before I slid down her body and placed my face between her legs. I ran my tongue up and down the slit of her pussy as I pushed two fingers into her hot wet love hole and hungrily sucked on her clitoris. She was bucking against my fingers and I was afraid my teeth might accidentally hit her clit. Luckily I didn’t I ate my mother’s pussy for over a half an hour sucking her clit and running my tongue up and down her wonderful pussy. She had a strong aroma with a slight strawberry taste. I can’t tell you how many times she came but the couch had a big stain from her dripping cunt.
I don’t know why I did it but I took one of my fingers out of her vagina and shoved it up Mothers ass. She seemed to respond even more, so I continued shoving my finger in and out of her ass as I sucked her clit. Finally Mother gasped “Oh god son fuck me, I’m so hot I think that if I don’t get your cock in me I will explode. She was right, as I entered her pussy my cock felt like it was entering a furnace. She came as I entered her wonderful love hole. I came within a couple of minutes, but I was so turned on that my cock stayed hard as I continued to fuck her. She was mumbling and groaning so loud that I was wondering if our neighbors could hear. “OH honey, OH shit I can’t stop cumming, your cock has my pussy on fire, OHHHHHH FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD YESSSSSS THAT’S IT BABBY, OH SHIT THERE IT CUMS AGAIN.” She reared up her ass and I could feel her shudder all the way up the length of my shaft. “OHHH god BABBY I’M NOT SURE I CAN TAKE MUCH MORE auuuugggh mmmmmmm” she screamed.
That did it. I lifted her legs above her head and shoved my cock as hard as I could deep into her fuck whole. When I felt the tip of my cock shove into her cervix I let go a load of cum that took me almost three minutes to finish. I filled her love hole with my love offering and we were both covered in sweat. She was still cumming two minutes after I had stopped fucking her.
I fucked her three more times that night and stayed home from school the next day. We fucked about every three or four hours all day and most of that night. We couldn’t get enough of each other. We fucked all through the week end and by Monday I was exhausted. I was glad to take a break. We cooled down some but fucked at leased once a day and some times twice for the next year. I soon began sleeping with her when Dad was on the road. She never failed to wake me in the morning by sucking my cock, Some times I would cum in her mouth and sometimes we would just fuck. Those were the times when I fucked her twice because we always fucked before we went to sleep. She let me fuck her in the ass but it hurt her so much I never did it again.
It has been ten years since I started fucking Mom. I fucked her graduation night in the car just like I might have if I had a date. When I went away to college she would come and visit me and we would fuck like young lovers. One time when Dad Mom and I were at Dad’s parents house for a visit, I toe fucked her while we ate dinner. Mom almost gave it away when I made her cum. She let out a low grown and when everyone looked at her she said, “I got a cramp in my side.” Everyone laughed.
We had a few close calls. One night I got up and went to the kitchen for a glass of milk. Mom came in and I fucked her doggy fashion over the sink. I had hardly stopped cumming in her hot cunt when I heard Dad coming down the hall. I quickly sat down and took a big gulp of milk as he walked in. Another time I heard Dad fucking Mom and it made me horny. Dad always fell asleep after fucking so I snuck into her bedroom and stood by her side of the bed. She took my ragging hard on into her mouth and I fucked her throat until I shot a load of cum deep into her throat channel. She never lost a drop. I almost shit my pants when Dad turned over and was facing me as I was cumming in Moms mouth. He never woke up.
That’s my story, I have fucked several women over the years but none of them were as good as Mom. She is now in her mid forty’s and still looks great. Her tits are beginning to sag a little but other than that she still is a sex pot. Oh, I did leave out one thing. The night I first fucked her, she was off the pill and got pregnant. I wanted her to keep it and pretend it was Dad’s but Mom said he had been fixed so she had it aborted. I still live at home and continue to fuck my Mom as often as I can.
The End.
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