Wrist-Deep in the Cunt Hole – Vacation in Paris
I met a (fake) baroness in the sauna who was more slutty than she would let on. After I got her to beg for my fist in her cunt, I made her drink piss and fist me as well.
I met a (fake) baroness in the sauna who was more slutty than she would let on. After I got her to beg for my fist in her cunt, I made her drink piss and fist me as well.
Jake has been going to his nephew’s soccer games to check out the hot moms. He’s got his eye on one in particular; she may be married but he’s very determined!
Cassie gets rescued and Tony is held accountable
taken from my literotica account
I will miss you my darling…
We had agreed to meet up for a drink, and you were late. It had been years since Iād seen you and I was nervous.
My bestfriend turns me on but he is a guy.
This story is a further continuation of the “Getting Cindy Fucked” series. In part two Hank had devised the solution to providing a steady stream of willing lovers to satisfy Cindy’s obsession with threesomes. In this chapter, another man is invited to share Cindy’s insatiable pussy. As noted in the previous two parts, the story is fictional, yet based upon real people and genuine circumstances. As before, names and details have been changed or modified to provide anonymity.
A drunken father mistooks his teenage daughter for his deceased wife
Three friends engage in a late night threesome.
Married woman cheats with neighbor. Oral, Humil, ass play. bond. exhib
For 14 years I fantasized about my mother-in-law, finally I get the chance of a lifetime
I wanted to see my 18 year old son sexually so I went to a costume sex oarty that he was going to be at.
I got to play bartender and be the only man at an all girl drunken party.
Sorry about the original. I used Microsoft Office Word to write the story. I spaced paragraphs with the tab button not realizing it didn’t copy onto here.
A Note From The Author
This story is the long awaited squeal to the hit āPayback as a Bitchā that was first published two years ago. Since then the plot of the series had somewhat mutated and I felt it needed a new title, however if you have not read the original then you might want to check it out first or not a lot of this will make sense. For all those of you who have read that original I thank you for the resounding success, I apologise for the bad spelling and grammar in the previous the last edition but English is not my first language. If you come across similar mistakes in this instalment please feel free to copy it to a word document and fix them before reading. As most authors I feel obligated to inform you that this story contains themes such as incest and anal sex, if these are not for you and you do read on then do not complain at the end. Constructive criticism and suggestions are always welcome to help me improve both this series and the others I am currently working on.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
The Sisterhood Chapter Two: Secrets Revealed (aka Pay Back as a Bitch Chapter Two)
Have you ever had one of those moments, where despite all the weird shit thatās happened in the last few days you still find yourself thinking āwhat the fuckā? I was kind of in the middle of one of those moments. My sister, Clare, was sitting on her bed with her tongue massaging our motherās tonsils; even though this was pushing the boundaries of weird to a whole new level it was still incredibly hot. My sister as you know is a total knock out: long legs, tight ass, big tits (all of which I had had fun with) red hair and green eyes. My mum looks like a copy of Clare slightly gone to seed, she had a little more junk in her trunk, her boobs were even bigger the Clareās though they had a bit more sag, but for a 39 year old she was in great shape given her habit of always dieting and exercising so she ādidnāt end up like some of women she worked with.ā
After about a minute the broke apart and mum reached over and brushed the hair out of Clareās face in a very loving way, as in more then a parental loving way.
āIāve got to go back to the office for a bit,ā whispered mum, ābut Iāll see what I can do about it when I get home. Just donāt tell anyone else, okay?ā Clare looked with those big green eyes and slowly nodded. With that our mother got, kissed her one last time on the top of the head and turned to leave. I had just enough time to leap backwards, turn around and take a few steps when the door opened and she strode out. She look shocked to fine me there, obviously worried about what I might have overheard, but I just kept on walking and she must have just dismissed my appearance as coincidence because she didnāt pursue the matter.
I went back to my room and started fiddling around for a while, did a bit of writing on a report that wasnāt due till school was back. But seeing as how the report was about the history of slavery it only served to get me thinking about my own personal slaves and what I could do to them. Barely half an hour later and I was in need of a bit of relief, in the old days I would have just stayed in my chair and jerked off to some porn, but things were a lot better now. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to Steph, just a basic āget your arse over here now, sort of thing, then I stood up, stretched out some cramps and went down the hall to pay a conjugal visit to my dear big sister.
As I walked in I saw her sitting at her computer with her back to me, but the weird thing is that she was watching the video of me a Stephanie from earlier that day. I crept up behind her and slid my hands over her shoulders and down the front of her blouse. She jumped a little in surprise as I did so and quickly reached up and closed the video and I began fondling her ample tits.
āYou know,ā I said, leaning down to whisper in her ear āif you started getting into this you might find that I can make it a lot more enjoyable for you.ā
āLike how?ā she huffed in disbelief, but I did sense a little hit of anticipation in her voice.
I swung the chair around to face me; she was wearing one of those little sundresses that barely made it halfway down her thigh. I reached down and slowly slid the fabric up past where her panties should have been, I say should have been because she wasnāt wearing any. I breathed in the musky scent of her womanhood before gently kissing my way up her thigh towards her pussy, I felt her shudder as I did so, squirming a little trying to get my mouth to her as fast as she could. But I was in no rush; I kept on teasing her, lightly flicking her outer lips and running the very tips of my fingers over the entrance to her love cannel. It wasnāt long before she was dripping juice onto the chair and her little clit started to poke it head out. I gave it just the tiniest of flicks with the tip of my tongue and Clare jumped about two inches back off the chair. I started running my tongue along the full length of her slit, still just barely touching her clit, making her shudder every time. As I did this slit two fingers into her pussy and slowly began working them back and forward until I was knuckle deep in my big sister, I hooked my fingers so that the knuckle of one was massaging her g-spot while the other was hooking over the edge of what I am told is the cervix. Clare was really starting to enjoy this, and by that I mean she had her legs up over my shoulders and had grabbed me by the back of the head and was trying to force my whole face into the pussy. I sucked her clit into my mouth and curled my tongue around it into a sort of cradle and began sucking, hard. Most guy seme to think that the clit is like a joy buzzer, but to quote one of the great Nina Hartleyās instructional videos ālicking sucks and sucking rocks.ā
āHOLY FUCK YES!ā shouted Clare as her hips started bucking into my face and I began fingering her faster and faster. āIāM GONNA CUM! IāM GONNA CUM! IāM GONNA CUM! IāM GONNA OH-OH-OH-OOHHHHHH-GOOOOODDDDDDD!ā
And with that she seemed to go in to some sort of seizure, her whole body shook violently and screamed incoherent babble until her hands let go of my head, he legs went limp and her breathing slowed so that she just seemed out of breath.
I heard a small noise behind us and turned around to see Steph leaning up against the closet, her jeans were down to her knees and hand shirt was literally ripped open, sheād obviously been playing with her self while watching the two of us.
I got us and walked over to her, pushing her hand out of the way and slid my own into her panties. At the same time I started kissing her, she must have tasted Clareās juices, and liked it, because her tongue was exploring every crevice it could find. After a moment or two I pulled away and looked at her, I saw that she was glancing over my shoulder at Clare and her pussy was becoming wetter in my hand.
āYou wanna, have some fun with her?ā I asked. Steph bit her lower lip slightly then nodded, not taking her eyes off Clare for a moment. āFourth draw, under the towel, pick something fun.ā
I gave her one last kiss before walking back to Clare, she was sitting right where I left her, her legs spread open and one had up rubbing her tit. I unzipped my trousers and turned to stand next to her, even though my dick was only half hard Clare needed no encouragement and quickly jerked me to full attention before taking me into her mouth and demonstrating her porn star level of cock sucking skill. Ever put you dick in a vacuum? I havenāt, mostly because I couldnāt find one that could handle me, but I imagine that that is the force with which Clare can suck.
She reached up and started stroking my balls with one hand while the other started playing with her tit, squeezing and pinching her nipple, making herself groan around my cock. I tore my eyes away from this in an attempt to stop myself from cumming to soon; I looked over at where Steph stood in front of the draws, totally naked, holding an L-shaped dildo. As I watched she inserted the smaller end into her pussy then pulled up what looked like a bikini bottom and sliding the long part of the dildo into place with a small click. The toy itself was about the same size as an aerosol can and the effect was that it looked as if Steph had sprouted a massive dick through the front of her panties.
Steph started stroking her temporary attachment, looking for all the world like a hermaphrodite jerking off, I guess the bit up inside her meant that the more it was stimulated the more she felt it. Now normally Iām not into that kinda stuff, but this and Clare sucking my already enraged dick had me about ready to explode. However I didnāt want to waste such an opportunity. I pulled Clareās mouth away from my cock and in true porn star fashion she started gasping after it like a fish outta water. I turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed.
āClare, I think our dear cousin in feeling a little left out,ā I said, gesturing towards Steph, who was still stroking her plastic pal. āWhy donāt you go show her just how much we want her to join in?ā Clare need no further persuading, she got up and strode over to where Steph was and began kissing her full on French style. They were holding the backs of each otherās heads and seemed to be competing to see who could reach whose tonsils first. I decided that watching this was not going to help me stop from shooting my load so I striped off the rest of my cloths, swung my legs up on the bed and closed my eyes for a moment, trying not to hear the sound of them kissing.
After a few minutes, during which I was thinking about my pick for the NRL the season, the sound of kissing stoped and was quickly replaced by another familiar noise. I opened my eyes and looked around, Steph was standing right where I had left her, however Clare was kneeling in front of her and looked as if she was trying to suck her strap on right out of its holster. She was bobbing her head back and forward at an alarming rate, her red hair was waving behind her and I could see that both her hands were around Stephās backside. Steph was holding Clareās head and was effectively face fucking her, ramming the dildo down her throat and letting out a little grunt every time.
āThatās it you fucking bitch!ā screamed Steph āSuck my fucking cock! OH FUCKS YES! THATāS IT! FINGER MY ARSEHOLE YOU FUCKING LITTLE CUNT!ā
If my erection had been receding it was now back in full force; Steph, when she wasnāt around Clare, had always struck me as being kind of a sweet girl. To hear such obscenities pouring out of her mouth, and at such a volume, had me seriously aroused.
āTHATāS IT IāM GONNA CUM!ā cried Steph, literally beating her pelvis into Clareās face. āHERE IT CUMS! OH CRAP OH CRAP OH CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH!ā
And with that Steph froze like a statue, her eyes wide and her luscious lips drawn out in one long low moan. Her hands had stoped abusing Clareās face and were now instead holding her throat deep on the toy. I could see Clare was starting to have trouble breathing, if was a better man then I may have gone and helped her, but like I said, this was all payback.
After about thirty seconds or so I decided that it might not be so good for Clare to die of asphyxiation so I rolled off the bed and gently pulled her back from Stephās hips. She came away coughing and spluttering, as she was wiping her own spit from around her mouth I led her over to the bed and lay back down. She sat down on the edge next to me but I didnāt give her much time to recover, instead I pulled her on top of me and dragged one leg over my side so that she was properly positioned. Clare got the idea pretty quickly and god bless her she reached down and started to guide my cock into her waiting pussy. I wondered whether it was just the threat of blackmail that had her working along so well, or if she was starting to really enjoy the situation, but all these thoughts were pushed out of my head as my dick was pushed into her. The feeling of her cunt was amazing, it was warm and we and so tight it felt like I was forcing my todger through a fleshy garden hose. She placed both her hands on my chest and started lowering her self down onto me, it took a moment for me to get my full length in, but once I was balls deep she started rocking back and forward so I was only slipping out and inch or so each time. The sensation was exquisite, both on my cock and the soft feeling of her bare skin on mine; I leaned forward and took one of her nipples in my mouth, rubbing the edges of her areola with my teeth and flicking the tip with my tongue. With my hands I reached around and grabbed her arse, spreading her checks apart as she growled deeply and began to pick up speed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Steph in the corner, her hands back down the front of the strap on, I assume, fingering her clit.
I took Clareās nipple out of my mouth and looked straight at Steph, when I had her eye contact I nodded towards Clareās rising and falling arse. When Steph raised her eyebrows and just started I took one hand off Clareās arse, pointed at her then slapped Clareās arse with my hand making her moan even louder then she was already. Steph go the idea and crawled up on to the bed behind Clare, who completely oblivious and kept on fucking me. I could feel Stephās soft tanned legs brushing against mind as she positioned herself, I helped her aim as well as I could but pulling Clareās butt cheeks as far apart as they would go.
Clare suddenly stopped humping me and shot forward, almost dislodging me, her eyes were wide open and nothing but a small choking noise was issuing from her. In guessed you havenāt guessed this was because Steph had shoved what appeared to be the first half of the aerosol can sized strap on up her arse.
āAHHHHHHHH!ā screamed Clare, trying to pull away, I put my hands on her shoulders as best I could to stop her moving. āYou bitch! Take it out IT FUCKING HURTS!ā
āNo sheās not going to take it out,ā I said with a stern look around at Steph, who had looked ready to obey āyour just gonna have to relax and take it like a good little slut.ā
Steph reached forward and grabbed Clareās hips, slowly sliding her toy into her cousinās arsehole. To my somewhat surprise Steph was smiling as she did so, as if this was something she had wanted to do for along time. The further she pushed in the further Clare slid back towards her, hence the further she slide onto my cock until finally she was fully impaled on both out tools.
Steph started to stroke her toy in and out of Clareās arsehole, no more then about an inch or so; I could feel the dildo sliding up and down the base of my cock through membrane between her arse and pussy. I started pushing up into her as far as I was able and was delighted to hear she groaning with the effort of taking so much at once. Steph reached around with one hand and started massaging her left boob with one hand while the other crept between the two of us and started rubbing her clit. I brought my hand up and began rubbing her other tit and reached my face up to start licking her neck. As most know, or should know by now, there is a certain spot on a womanās neck, right on to of one of the tendons usually, and if you lick it just right it can be better for her then licking her clit.
The effect of all this on Clare was unbelievable, she had always been a bit of a screamer, but this was setting the bar to a whole new level for sheer volume. She had her hands on my shoulders now and was sawing herself back and forward as if trying to get the two implements to shoot out the top of her head.
āHOLY SHIT! AHHHH! THATāS IT! OH FUCK! OH OH FUCK! HARDER!ā
āYOU LIKE THAT DONāT YOU!ā I shouted, taking my mouth away from her neck and looking her in those big green eyes āYOU STUPID FUCKING WHORE!ā
āYES, YES, YESā she howled back to me.
āSAY IT!ā I had to yell to make my self heard over her and Stephās combined cried of ecstasy āTELL US WHAT YOU ARE!ā
āIāM A WHORE!ā she screamed, throwing her head back and crying to the ceiling. As she did so Steph too her hands away from her clit and breast and grabbed two handfuls of her flowing red hair, pulling her head back till I was sure her neck would snap. āIāM A STUPID FUCKING FUCKING WHORE! OH GOD IāM GONNA CUM. OHHHH SWEET JESUS AHHHH IāM GONNA CUM!ā
āAND ME!ā screamed Steph, now violently jerking Clareās head back with every thrust. āAHHHH, IāM GONNA AHHHH AHHHHHHHHHH!ā
It was all too much for me to bear; I thrust my dick one last time and shot my load deep into Clareās womb. At the same instance Steph froze with her toy as deep into Clareās arse as it would go, almost as if she was shooting her own load there too. And as for Clare, well from the way that her pussy was convulsing around my cock I guessed that her orgasm lasted nearly a minute. Her scream of pleasure and pain was at a volume beyond my ability to measure and I was sure that the cops were on their way.
When I had finally come down from my cumming I realised that both the girls were lying with their full weight on top of me. As gently as I could I rolled to the side and they both fell on to the bed. Clare was unconscious, but her breathing suggested that she was just asleep. Steph still had the giant strap on implanted in Clareās arse but was blacked out herself and sleeping soundly. They were lying in the spoons position and I considered that I should probably do something to remove the toy so that Clare could walk when she woke up, but decided instead to just let them sleep it off. I slowly pulled my deflating cock out of Clareās pussy then dragged the sheet from the end of the bed over the two of them. I donāt know why I did it but I was in a good mood and I think my feeling of hate towards Clare was beginning to fade. Then, with my lust temporarily slaked I wandered back down the hall to my own room, hoping I would be lucky enough to get some sleep myself.
Later that afternoon I was in the kitchen having a snack, or to be more precise I was eating my way through my third straight helping of leftovers (this much action really took it out of a guy and I needed to refuel). I was halfway through a bowl of what I think was pasta bake when my mother walked in, I assumed she was there to talk to me about the situation with Clare (and probably Steph for all I knew) but I had already resolved to stand my ground on the subject. She was wearing business suit with a short cut dress that showed off her slightly tanned legs, but other then that she was dressed pretty conservatively as usual.
She sat down across from me and waited patiently for me to finish my meal, this was a bit strange because usually she just expected me drop what I was doing and pay attention, however given the events of the past few day I was kind of at the point of not thinking of to many things as weird. When I had pushed the empty bowl away from me she quietly brought her hands up and looked across, almost seeming to be studying me for a moment before trying to speak.
āSon, thereās something we need to talk about,ā she said, not taking her eyes off me.
āLike what?ā I asked, thinking that playing dumb was as good a defence and any, or at least more entertaining.
āI know all about you and Clare, what youāve been doing to her,ā āhere it comesā I thought āthe blatant stop it and leave her alone speechā āand I wondering if we could make a deal on the subject,ā she finished.
This was not what I had expected and it took a minute for me to compose myself before I could say, āYou have my attention, what kind of a deal?ā
āThere are thing about this family you donāt know,ā she began āthing that very few men really know. Your sister, myself, in fact nearly all the women in this family are members of and ancient society called The Sisterhood. It is sort of a group for women to help support each other, look after each other and love each other.ā
āOkay,ā I said slowly ānot quite seeing what this has to do with anything.ā
āIt is forbidden for a women to ābe withā a man out side of The Sisterhood, we rely on each other for those needs.ā It took me moment to get what it was that this meant, but only a moment.
āAnd what happens if they are āwithā another man?ā
āThey would be exercised from The Sisterhood and never allowed to return. I am the current High Priestess for this territory; Clare is supposed to take my place in a few years. You have to understand that The Sisterhood means everything to her, its what gives her the confidence to be her, sheād just always been a little, how would you say, free spirited.ā
āSo whatās this got to do with our deal?ā I asked, now starting to think that she was just bullshitting me about everything.
āYou see there are a few men in The Sisterhood, we call them our Champions. If you agree to keep silent about Clareās actions, then I will make you one of them.ā
āI donāt get it,” I said, not playing dumb anymore just genuinely confused.
āMy dear boy,ā my mother said, smiling slightly and reaching over to place the hand on my forearm. āThere are not many Campions among The Sisterhood and while they have a few duties there main purpose it to do things for The Sisters that women simply canāt.ā
āSo youāre sayingā¦ā I started.
āThere are over three thousand Sisters in this district and only twenty five Champions. You do this and, in exchange for your loyalty and service, no Sister will ever be able to refuse you, ever.ā
āWhat kind of duties?ā I asked.
āIām afraid I canāt tell you yet, not until I know youāre with us.ā
I was kind of struck dumb for a moment there, was she for real? Was there really a secret society of lesbians and bi-sexual women that I could have my way with if I agreed to this? There was only one way to find out.
āOkay then, Hight Priestess,ā I said with a smile āIām in.ā
āCome with me,ā she said, smiling back at me, something she hadnāt done in years.
I was half expecting to be taken to some hidden chamber or secret passageway but instead we walked up stairs to my parentās old room. Our parents split up when I was about ten and I think Iāve only seen my old man twice since then, I was beginning to think that maybe this had something to do with it.
My mother sat down on her bed, reached into her bedside drawer and fished out a small carved wooden box, inside she plucked out and small pendant on and length of silver chain. The medallion was made up of three coils or swirls I guess you could call them. They were arranged vertically, a large one in middle and two smaller ones on the top and bottom; thought the talisman was obviously made out of mental it was jet black and had distinct shine to it. Whatās more it was insanely familiar.
āThis,ā my mum said, looping the chain around my neck and fastening it āis the symbol of The Sisterhood. Typically the Champions wear red ones, but the black signifies that you are my personal Champion, you my boy, are now The Champion of the High Priestess.ā
āAnd this is it, all I have to do is wear this and Iām in?ā
āThere will offcourse be and official ceremony, but for now this will do.ā
āChampion of the High Priestess,ā I said, trying out my new title āI like it. So how do I tell who else is in the sister hood?ā I asked, thinking of the opportunities before me.
āAny one who is wearing on of these,ā she said, reaching in to her cleavage and pulling out and identical medallion, only this one was made of gold āno matter the colour, is a member of The Sisterhood.ā
āAnd I can have sex with any of them?ā I asked slowly.
āWell there is a lot more to being a Champion the just having sex with the sisters, certain duties you will have to preform and ceremonies to attend, some of it will be quite taxing on you. But yes, none of them will never refuse you,ā she replied.
āDose that include you?ā
She leaned in and whispered in a husky voice, āOnly of you want it to.ā
I felt her silky soft hand slide up the inside of my thigh and stop just an inch or so from my cock, which was beginning to stir. I mimicked the movement on her, stopping so close from her pussy that I could feel the heat coming from between her legs. She leaned forward, trying to force my hand into her crotch but I pulled it back, enjoying the power I was having over the woman who had ruled so much of my life. She pulled back from my shoulder and gave me a very cheeky smile that I suppose most mothers arenāt really capable of.
She then leaned in and kissed me; it was not like Clareās, or even Stephās, style of kissing, it was way more gentle: passionate, but not lustful. I enjoyed feeling her tongue play around my teeth as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it slide to the floor. She reached down and undid my jeans and slide the down to my knees, her kissing was far more powerful then I had thought because without even noticing I had become fully hard. I felt my motherās hand slowly caressing my manhood and she seamed to pause her kissing while figuring out just how large I was.
As we continued to kiss she began pulling me froward until she was lying flat on her back with me on top of her. I reached up her thigh and unbuttoned her skirt, as I pulled it out from underneath her I realised that she wasnāt wearing any panties. I kicked my jeans off he rest of the way and began rubbing my cock up and down her slit, feeling her juices flowing onto my shaft and hearing her moan in my mouth.
āMmmmm,ā she sighed, breaking the kiss and tilting her head back ādonāt tease me, itās been so long.ā
āSo long?ā I asked, still refusing to penetrate her, ābut I thought the Sisterā¦ā
āSo long since Iāve been with a man,ā she groaned.
I decided that if she really needed it that bad Iād give it to her. I slid a little lower and thrust my cock into her waiting pussy. Youād think that a woman who had had two kids would not be a tight as one who hadnāt, but my motherās cunt wrapped around me and started milking my dick for all it was worth. I guess not having a real dick in her for so long had somehow made her tight again.
Unlike her daughter or niece she didnāt bellow or scream out profanities as I slowly fucked her. Instead her breathing came and deep rattling moans and let out a soft gasp every time I pushed in to her. I bent forward and began licking her breasts, just brushing her nipples with he tip of my tongue at first before taking them into my mouth and sucking them till they diamond hard. We kept going like this for quite sometime, all sense of reality was lost as we rock back and forward. The fact that she was so beautiful and the fact that she was my mother was quickly bringing me to the edge.
āOh yes,ā she began whispering, seemingly to herself. āOh yes, thatās it, oh yes, oh, oh, oh.ā When reached up and pulled my to her, our lips meeting passionately and waves of pleasure crashed through her body.
āIām almost there,ā I said, leaning back and looking her in the eyes.
āOh let me taste it,ā she moaned, her own orgasm diminishing. āI need to taste it.ā
I pulled out of her and rolled to the side, eagerly she reached for my manhood began to stroke me, but before she could get her moth around it my body tensed and I came. The first few streams flew onto her chest before she engulfed me and drained every last drop from my body. I looked down and saw her licking what she could from herself, her eyes closed as she relished the taste. She crawled up and lay down next to me, letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction. I put my arm around her and gave her a hug, she wrapped her arms around me and we lay there for some time, just relaxing and enjoying the feeling of being so close to each other. It was a while before I got up and headed for the door.
āI have things to,ā I said to her as I opened the bedroom door.
āRemember what I saidā whispered my mother, seeming to be on the edge of sleep āyou have to let Clare go now, sheās yours anytime now, but you can tell anyone about her and Mr Derren.ā
āI remember,ā I said, closing the door behind me as I left her to get some much-needed rest.
It was getting on to midnight by the time I finally got around to seeing Clare. I walked across the landing, laden down with a number of disks and pushed her door open. She was sitting propped up in bed with a book open in front of her and her reading glasses on. She hardly ever wore them, preferring contact lenses, but to perfectly honest I though that they made her look sexy in a totally different way. Like a cute girl from the library, who is hot as hell but seriously inexperienced, a lot of guys donāt like glasses but I kind of do.
āHey I got something for you,ā I said and placed the pile of data storage devices on her desk where she could see them. āThis is all the stuff I had on you, Iāve already gotten ride of Stephās but wanted you to have these.ā
She looked at me over the top of her glasses of a moment, as if warring with her self, then she swung around and pulled back the covers on her bed revealing a pink, almost see through nightie and crossed the room towards me.
āSo mumās made you a Champion then has she?ā she asked warily.
āActually,ā I replied, fishing the black pendant out of my shirt āI am now The Champion of the High Priestess. But donāt worry, Iāve got plenty more girls to keep me occupied now, so your secrets safe with me.ā
Clare stood there for a bit as if trying to come up with the right words, then she reached over picked up the disks and handed them back to me.
āWhy donāt you hang on to these for a while,ā she said with the slights hint of a smile.
For the umpteenth time that day I found myself struck dumb, standing there looking at my sister the words took a while to form in my brain then seemed to have to fight their way to my mouth.
āBut wasnāt this what you wanted? For me to not have any control over you like this?ā
āI though it was,ā she sighed, then sank down on the bed and stared at the floor for a minute before speaking again. āLook thereās something you donāt know about me.ā
āYeah, Iāve been getting that a lot today.ā I said, sitting down next to her.
āSince I was thirteen Iāve really cared about you, as in, more then I should have, as in more then a sister should.ā
āYou mean as inā¦?ā
āI wanted you, for so long, but I couldnāt do it because Iām your sister and Iām a Sister.ā
āThey why were you such a bitch to me for so many years?ā
āI guess I though that if you hated me then these feelings would stop,ā she said, still looking down at the floor.
āBut Iām a Champion now,ā I said, sitting down next to her āI donāt need leverage over you for us to have sex.ā
āIts just, look, Iāve always been in charge,ā
āYeah tell me about it,ā I muttered.
āBut the last few days, being your slave, the way you dominated me, it was just, I donāt know, unbelievable. I just donāt want it to stop.ā
āYou mean,ā I though for a moment āyou want to keep being my slave?ā
āYes,ā she turned around and looked at me with a million dollar smile I hadnāt seen in years āMaster.ā
I leaned in and kissed her, is funny, after everything I had already done to her I had never really kissed her. As we frenched I stretched around behind her and started groping her arse. She leaned forward to grant me more access and her kissing became all the more passionate.
āYou like my arse donāt you?ā she smirked.
āIs that a trick question?ā I chuckled and gave her a slap on the butt, causing her to jump a little.
āBack of the closet,ā she whispered. āI think youāll find something youāll like.
Not having any idea what else Clare could possibly have hidden in her room I opened the closet and reached back to grasp a long thin pole in the corner. I pulled it out and turned around to see Clare bent over the bed, with her legs planted on the floor and her arse high in the air. It was then that I noticed what it was that I was holding in my hand: it was a riding crop.
āWhy do you have a riding crop in your closet?ā I asked as I walked over to her.
āDuhā she said, craning her neck around to look at me āto use on people.ā
āLike who?ā I asked, testing the weight of the implement in my hand.
āSteph, mostly,ā she responded, looking at the growing bulge in my pants. āWe get together a lot, sheās actually very submissive.ā
āSo youāre the one in charge?ā
āUsually, yeah,ā
Before the words were even out of her mouth I let loose and swatted her with all my strength across the left arse cheek. She squeaked and dug her fingers into the bedspread.
āNot any more your not,ā I growled.
I continued to smack her across the arse, even though I now knew the reason for it all that still didnāt change the fact that she had made my life a bit of a misery for many years, and by god she was going to pay for it. I lifted up her nightie exposing her bare backside and started taking out all my frustrations on that gorgeous piece of flesh. Her butt was soon red raw but still I didnāt stop, I donāt know if she want me to.
āStop! Please!ā she shouted each time I struck her āPlease! Stop! Donāt! Stop! Please! Donāt! Stop! Please donāt! Stop! Please, donāt, stop! Donāt STOP! PLEASE DONāT STOP!ā the more she screamed the more I liked it, I slid out of my pants and took my cock in hand, jerking it and I slapped her arse. I saw her hand snake its way between her legs and start fingering her now dripping pussy. I kept up my assault with the riding crop, watching her play with herself. At the final moment, right before she was about to hit her peak I stopped spanking her and pulled her hand away from her clit. She fought me at first but Iām much bigger and stronger then she is and I soon wrestled her to the bed.
āPlease,ā she begged, āPlease I need to come!ā
āSo com already,ā I replied lying back down on the bed. Without needing to be told she quickly straddled my waist and assumed the reverse-cowgirl position.
āOH-YESSSSSS!ā she growled as her pussy sank to envelope my cock. She must have still been on the verge of orgasm as it only took only a few stroked before she was thrashing around screaming, āYES! YES! YES!ā
She then began riding me in earnest, bouncing her hip up and down and leaning back a little further each time until she her hands were either side of my head and her knees had lifted her into a crab walk. I reached up and grabbed both her gorgeous and began massaging them with the palm of my hands, causing her to start bouncing even faster. Considering how I hadnāt cum in nearly ten hours it wasnāt long before I felt that familiar sensation bubbling in my loins. I slid my hands down to her hips and at the last second pulled her down onto me, holding her in place while I shot my load deep into her. It must have been just enough to send her over the edge as she let out a particularly violent āAHHHHHHHH!ā then the arms and legs gave way and she collapsed onto me.
We lay like that for a few minutes, while my cock deflated inside her and our breathing began to normalise. She rolled over, staying on top of me, my now limp dick slipping out of her love tunnel.
āI love you,ā she said looking in my eyes, and in that moment all the feeling of resentment, anger and hate that I had felt up until then simply slipped away.
āI love you, too,ā I whispered, and it was true. Not like I wanted to move to Alabama, marry her and have kids or anything, but not like she was just my big sister anymore. It was something more, something deeper then that.
We kissed one last time, then rolled over, pulled up the covers and fell asleep in each otherās arms.
I woke up the next day around noon, still in Clareās bed with her snuggled up beside me and for the first time in years I had no morning wood. My muscles were stiff and felt like I could do with a shower and a hot meal before getting on with the remainder of the day. As I walked out on to the landing I looked down into the living room and saw Steph and my mum on the couch kissing passionately with their hands down the front of each others pants. I guess that now I was in on the whole deal they had a bit more freedom to do that sort of thing in the house, I guess that it was kind of the reason that I had been so much of an outsider, everyone else had been in on some big secret and I had been completely left out, until now that is.
For a moment I thought about going down to join them but considering that I could get in on this any time I instead opted for a shower, promising my genitals I would make it up to them later.
Despite the actions of yesterday I found myself getting hard in the shower, guess my morning wood was just a little late to arrive. By the time I hopped out I was sporting a full eight-inch hard on that refused to go away. I was about to get dressed but decided what the hell, the house was nice and warn and besides it would probably make a lot of thing easier.
I headed down stairs and into the kitchen, after empting the contents of a bottle of milk I headed into the living room to watch a bit of telly. I had completely forgotten about mum and Steph, that is until I walked in and saw them in a full on sixty-niner right in the same spot where I had fucked Clare a few days before. Steph was on the bottom with her legs spread wide and my mum going to town on her exposed pussy, I could see my mum going nuts fingering Steph like she was trying to push the stop button on a nuke launcher. As I watched the tow of them began to climax; Steph sitting back on mums face while still fingering her clit and mum bucking her hips, letting loose muffled screams into her nieceās pussy.
As the two of them came down they finally noticed me sitting on the lounge with a massive erection in my lap. Neither of them seemed surprised by my appearance as they disentangled themselves from each other and lay back on the carpet in the perfect display of seductiveness.
āAbout time you got up,ā said my mum from the floor āSteph and I were getting bored waiting.ā
āIām glad to see you found a way to pass the time,ā I said, beginning to rub my ragging hard-on.
āYou might not want to do that just yet,ā she said, standing up and sitting on the lounge next to me. āYouāve got a big day ahead and you may want to save your self.ā
āBig day?ā I asked, letting go of my dick and looking around at her, āDoing what?ā
āToday,ā she said reaching out and giving my cock a gentle squeeze, āwe start making you into a Champion.ā
To Be Continuedā¦
In the next instalment of The Sisterhood: our hero begins to delve into the world of the Sisters, discovering just how deep their society runs. He starts to learn their way and finds out his mom was right: āthereās a lot more to being a Champion the just having sex.
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Chapter Ten–Ron goes past the point of no return with the plan. And what about the Russians?
We had an appointment with the Realtor to look at potential homes.
Heather ran her hands lazily over the sun warmed skin of her bare breasts and abdomen. Arching her back and pointing her toes, she stretched with the languor of a very contented feline. She sat up and reached for the skimpy, tangerine bikini top and slipped the halter neck over her head. Reaching behind her back, she fastened it in place before rising gracefully to her feet.
She crossed the patio to the sliding glass door that led into the walk in basement. Four pairs of very appreciative male eyes turned their attention from the baseball game on the large screen mounted on the wall to Heatherās scantily clad breasts as she entered the house. She smiled brightly at her dad and his golf buddies.
āHi, Daddy,ā she purred stopping by his chair and leaning down to kiss his cheek.
āNo kiss for your Uncle Tom?ā her dadās younger brother asked with a grin.
Heather laughed as she turned and leaned down to kiss her uncleās cheek. His hands closed over her waist and he turned his head to meet her lips with his. She heard her dadās low laugh as she pressed her hands against her uncleās shoulders. Straightening away from him, she laughed and shook her head as she glanced warily at the other two men.
āItās ok, baby,ā her dad said standing up and pulling her back against him. āBarry and Dan know youāre Daddyās girl.ā
He ran his hands up over the soft skin of her flat stomach to cup her firm, young breasts. Heather laid her head back against his chest as he fondled her. He bent his head to caress the soft skin on her neck with his lips. She sighed as her fatherās hands moved to the the knot between her breasts that held the top of her bikini together. He untied it and the cups fell open exposing the pert mounds with their upturned pink tips.
Heather closed her eyes and moaned as her dad rolled her hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He squeezed her firm breasts then let his hands glide down over her ribs to follow the curve of her waist. His arms slid around her and he ground the hard bulge in his pants against her soft ass as he slipped one hand down the front of her bikini bottom.
His friends sat forward in their chairs and watched avidly as Mack cupped his daughterās pussy using his middle finger to rub her clit. With his free hand he undid the bow at her hip, untying the string that held the triangles of fabric together. The bottom of her bikini slipped to the floor and he slid his fingers back and forth through the slick, wet folds between his daughterās legs.
Mack sat down on the wide, red leather arm chair using his knees to hold Heatherās legs spread wide, exposing his fifteen year old daughterās smooth, clean shaven pussy to the lascivious gaze of the other three men. He plunged two fingers into her and began to thrust slowly in and out. Heather rocked against her fatherās hand. Her hands cupped and fondled her tits as she squirmed on her dadās lap, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
āYouāve got to watch this,ā her uncle said as he unzipped his trousers and freed his quickly rising cock.
Barry and Dan followed suit and sat stroking themselves while watching Mack nuzzle his daughterās neck as he finger fucked her. He worked a third finger into her pussy and Heather began to whimper and coo as Mack increased his tempo. He thrust into her harder and faster, his fingers slightly curled to caress the velvety upper wall of her vagina, the fleshy mound at the base of his thumb rocking against her clit.
āMmmmm Daddy,ā Heather moaned, lifting her hips to take her fatherās fingers deeper. āIām gonna cum.ā
Her body tensed as Mack rammed his fingers into her convulsing cunt faster. āThatās it, baby. Do it. Cum for Daddy.ā
She bucked her hips wildly against his hand, her fingers gripping the arms of the chair tightly. Pushing her head back against Mackās chest, Heather arched her back and drove her cunt onto her dadās hand. Her audience hooted as they watched her pussy spasm on Mackās thrusting fingers.
He slipped a fourth fingered in and continued thrusting into her wetly sucking vagina as she rode the crest of her orgasm, not letting her come down all the way before her body began to build toward another, more powerful climax. He shoved half his hand into his daughterās tight cunt, his thumb pressed against her swollen clit. Heatherās head thrashed back and forth against her fatherās broad chest, her breathing ragged.
āCome on, baby girl,ā he murmured against her damp hair. āYou know what Daddy wants.ā
He pressed his free hand against her lower abdomen just above her pubic bone. Heather grew rigid as she strained toward the next peak of the intense orgasm that continued to rock her petite, young body. Mack could feel the hard bundle of nerves in the upper wall of his daughterās drenched pussy beneath his fingertips and he stroked it firmly.
Heather lifted her ass off his lap and cried out as her cunt clenched on Mackās fingers and a clear, viscous liquid spurted onto his palm. He continued to fuck his hand into his daughter as she moaned and squirted again. His brother dropped to his knees and Mack pulled his fingers out of Heatherās still quivering snatch to smear her cum onto her belly.
āFuck, man,ā Barry groaned as he watched Tom bury his face against his nieceās pussy to lap up the juices still flowing from between her swollen lips. āDoes the kid always cum like that?ā
āNot every time,ā Mack said kissing the top of her head as she laid against him limply, ābut Daddy knows how to get her there.ā
He pushed a hand under Heather’s body to free his straining cock from the confines of his jeans. Tom lifted his glistening face from between his nieceās legs to grin at his brother. He ran his hands over Heatherās silky thighs, spreading her legs farther apart.
āWhat do say we make her airtight?ā
A slow grin spread across Mackās as he nodded. Tom lifted Heather and held her against his body as Mack striped his out of his jeans and boxers. When his brother had settled back in the chair, Tom lowered Heather onto her dadās lap again.
Mack plunged his fingers into her drenched pussy to scoop up some of her fluids. Circling the puckered rosebud of her anus, he spread her wetness over that opening. Heather moaned softly as she gyrated her hips. Mack slowly pushed the tip of one slippery finger through the tight ring and started working it in and out.
āNo way a tiny thing like her takes your monster of a cock up her ass,ā Dan said licking his lips as he watched Mack work a second finger into his whimpering daughterās tight ass.
āWhat are you betting?ā Tom asked looking over his shoulder the two men seated behind him stroking their cocks.
Dan thought for a moment. āTwenty bucks,ā he said.
Tom smirked at him. āMake it fifty,ā Barry said. āIāll take half of it.ā
Dan nodded and Mack pulled his fingers out of his daughterās ass with a soft popping sound. āSuck it first, baby,ā he said sliding his butt to the edge of the cushion as he slouched down in the chair.
Heather scooted off her fatherās lap and turned to kneel between his thighs. She lifted his rigid prick and licked the clear drop of pre-cum from the tip before opening her mouth and letting the plum shaped head slide over her tongue. She closed her lips around her dadās thick shaft and started bobbing her head up and down, taking as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, coating it with her lubricating saliva.
Mack rested his head against the back of the arm chair and stroked his daughterās hair. His hips started to move of their own volition as she pushed down taking him deep into her throat. He lifted her head off of his glistening cock and urged her back onto his lap.
āReady, sweetheart?ā he asked, his hands resting on her hips.
Heather nodded. Placing her hands on the arms of the chair she lifted herself off her fatherās lap. Mack positioned the head of his cock against the tight pucker of his daughterās anus and she pressed down. The other three men leered as Mackās thick rod started to bend and Dan thought for a second that he was going to win his bet.
Heather gasped as her sphincter suddenly gave way and the head of Mackās prick pushed into her rectum. She paused for a moment panting slightly as she adjusted to the intrusion. Lifting herself a little, she pushed down again and took the first few inches of his shaft. She rocked her hips, letting gravity help as she slid down farther and farther until sheād taken all eight inches of her dadās rigid cock into her ass.
She laid back against her fatherās chest breathing heavily and Tom lifted her legs to drape her knees over the arms of the chair. He stroked his tumescent penis as he watched his brother pump slowly in and out of Heatherās ass. With his knees slightly bent, Tom rubbed the spongy head of his cock through his nieceās swollen labia.
āReady, baby?ā He asked looking into Heatherās half closed eyes.
āUh huh,ā she panted as Mack paused his gentle thrusting for a moment.
Tom pushed his cock into her with a slow, steady pressure. She was still drenched from the finger fucking her dad had given her and he easily buried his entire length in her tight cunt. Heather and Mack both groaned as Tom began to thrust into her. Mack began to fuck her again, timing his strokes so he was drawing back when his brother shoved his cock in deep.
Heather rolled her hips between her dad and her uncle. It wasn’t the first time she’d taken both their cock, but it still felt like they were trying to split her in two when they both thrust into her at the same time. Tom leaned forward and caught her swollen nipple in his mouth and she groaned as he pulled at it with his teeth before he began to suck it gently.
Heather arched her back and pushed her firm young breast against her uncle’s mouth. “Fuck me,” she growled, sliding her fingers into his hair. “Fuck me hard, Uncle Tommy.”
Barry and Dan were on their feet, one on either side of the armchair, stroking their rampant cocks rapidly as they watched Tom and Mack double team the moaning teen ager. Heather reached out, turning her face toward Dan as her fingers closed around the hard shaft of his penis. Her lips parted and he took a step closer and slid his cock into her mouth.
Heather swirled her tongue over the head of his cock and then over the shaft as he began to thrust into her mouth. She sucked him in gagging a little when he pushed into her throat. She felt Barry take her left hand and guide it to his cock. She closed her fingers around it and he began to thrust into her fist.
She couldnāt concentrate on any one thing. She was overloaded with the sensations of the two cocks thrusting into her body as though they were trying to tear her apart. Danās hands were tangled in her long, blond hair holding her head in place as he fucked her face, his breathing ragged and fast. The soft skin of Barryās turgid cock slid against the palm of her hand.
Heather groaned around the cock in her mouth as she felt another mind numbing orgasm begin to wash over her trembling body. Tom rammed his cock into her quivering cunt fast and hard, his fingers dug into the soft flesh of his niece’s thighs as he felt his balls tighten. Heather’s tight cunt clenched around her uncle’s turgid penis, her climax driving him over the edge.
āOh, fuck,ā he groaned loudly. āIām gonna cum, baby.ā
His testicles let loose and his pulsing cock pumped semen into his nieceās convulsing cunt. He pushed in as deep as he could, shuddering as the rippling walls of her tight pussy milked the last of his load from his wilting cock.
Tom pulled out and dropped onto the sofa still breathing hard. Heather felt Barryās cock slip from her hand as he moved to take her uncleās place between her thighs and her cunt was filled again. Her dad thrust deeply into her clenching ass and she felt his hot sperm wash into her bowels.
Dan was panting as his strokes became jerky. His cock swelled in her mouth as he pushed the head into her throat. His prick twitched and jumped and she began to swallow.
āOh, yeah, baby,ā he groaned. āThatās a good girl. Swallow it all.ā
Heather sucked and swallowed as he shot thick ropes of cum into her throat. Her dadās hands were massaging her breasts as his cock soften and shrank, finally falling out of her ass. He wrapped his arms around her, feeling her slight body rock against his as his friend pounded her well used cunt.
Barry continued to thrust wildly into her sopping pussy, his balls slapping against her ass. He grunted and shoved his cock deep into her wetly sucking vagina. Heather could feel the head of his penis pushing against her cervix as he splashed her womb with his semen.
Barry pulled out and sat down heavily on the edge of the coffee table to catch his breath. Mack turned his daughter to lay across his lap. Holding her tightly against his chest he rose to his feet.
āBeerās in the fridge,ā he said as he started toward the stairs. āEnjoy the rest of the game.ā
āWhere are you going?ā Tom asked.
Mack grinned and kissed Heatherās forehead. āIām going to take my little girl to bed.ā
āOk,ā Mack heard his brother say to the other two men as he carried his daughter up the stairs, āpay up.ā
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Mom just wanted to have a drink with her two daughters, and listen to her youngest daughter vent about not getting enough sex from her neglectful older husband, but they all end up getting much more than they expected.
Author’s NotesScene two is slightly violent / degrading.
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CHAPTER THREE:
Scene 01: Lykos – Sex? Yes.
Scene 02: Atticus – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? No.
_____________________________LYKOS
Lykos opened his eyes and glanced over at his son.
“What was I saying?” He fisted his hand in Callia’s hair as she stroked his cock. It was soaking wet from her mouth, but she’d taken a detour. He heard her hungry moans as she sucked on his balls, pulling them into her mouth. He watched her little hips rock for a moment, fucking the air as she slapped his cock against her own lips.
Cassius sat across from him, his head tilted as he stared at his sister’s cunt.
“What?” Cassius glanced up at him. “Oh, something about thirty new whores showing up on your doorstep.”Right. Lykos groaned as he felt Callia begin to guide him down her throat. He patted her head. She’d been such a good whore today. The emperor had been extremely pleased with the show she put on. He’d always been pleased with her. Callia had fucked six of his guards in front of him. Then bathed, and served the emperor for hours.
And here the little whore was, on her eighth cock of the day. Her own father’s. And she was hadn’t slowed a bit. She was sucking him greedily, lust filled little moans as she placed sloppy little kisses on his shaft.
“Right. This whore situation is a problem,” he informed his son.
Cassius’s eyes never left Callia. Lykos didn’t blame him. Callia in action was a sight worth seeing. Gods, she had worked those fucking cocks today. He was almost proud of her.
“Failing to see how more whores is a problem, Father.”
Lykos pushed his daughters head down on his cock, filling his throat until her mouth was nestled snuggly at the base of his cock, and then he fucked it. Short little strokes deeper into her mouth until he knew she needed to breath. She pulled back choking, but her mouth was back on his cock in an instant.
“The whores aren’t here just for work. They want to work here for sanctuary. Another half dozen whores, and two noble girls have been found dead. That the whores are showing up here makes it look like we had something to do with it, like we’re behind the killings because we have something to gain by it.”
Cassius rubbed at the dark circles under his eyes.
“I need you to find this killer, my son. I need him broken and confessing. And then I need him killed. Publicly. Violently.”
His son’s eyes narrowed. “I prefer killing in the dark.”
He felt his daughter’s mouth tense around his cock.
“Don’t frighten Callia while she’s got a cock in her mouth,” he chided. “I’d hate to have to whip her for using teeth. She was such a good girl today.”
Cassius stilled, and then he stood up abruptly. “I’ll leave immediately. I may not be back until Sun’s Day. The whore is mine when I return.”
He leaned forward and slapped his little girl’s ass, spread her cheeks wide open to trail a finger up her soaking wet slit.
“I’m sure I’ll be done with her by then.”
Cassius left, the door slamming behind him. He gently pushed Callia’s head off his cock. “Lean back, show Daddy what they did to your pussy, Baby.”
His little girl grinned up at him, and leaned back against the floor. She spread her legs wide open for him, tilting her pelvis up to give him a good view. She spread her cunt wide open, her fingers pulling apart her tiny, pink inner lips.
“Touch it, baby. Show Daddy how you play with it.”
She moaned and leaned her head back against the ground as her fingers trailed up her wet little slit. She slapped at her clit and then worked slow circles around it. He slid down onto the floor next to her, and squeezed one of her little tits in his hand as his little girl rubbed her own pussy.
Her hips rocked off the ground as she fingered her clit, and her eyes met his. She stared into his eyes, her tongue sliding over her bottom lip.
He kissed her forehead. “You like when Daddy watches you touch it?”
She giggled and moaned up at him. “I like it better when Daddy fucks it.”
He laughed, stroking one of her nipples between his fingers.
“Do you want daddy to fuck your little cunt, Callia?”
Her hips rocked off the floor to meet the finger she’d just slid into her wet little cunt. “I always want my daddy to fuck my wet little cunt.”
Who was he to say no? After all, that little cunt – and her mouth, and her ass – had earned him an obscene amount of coin today.
He climbed between her legs and she spread them even wider. He pushed his cock against her entrance, and grabbed her hips. When he slid inside her, it was hard enough that her little tits bounced with the force of his stroke. He dug his fingers into her hips, stroking slowly now, pushing himself so deep inside his little girl’s willing, soaking body. She threw her head back, and pushed her hips against his. Her strokes were lazy, but her little hole was so wet, so fucking hot around his cock.
She bit her lip, smiled up at him. Gods, when she made that face, she looked just like her mother. He’d fucked Breena just like this, so many times. Her naked and wet, legs spread as she begged for his cock.
He leaned over Callia and kissed her mouth, tentatively, the way he’d kissed her mother. He’d never kissed their child before.. The thought had never crossed his mind. Callia froze at first, and then she pushed her mouth against his as his cock drove in and out of her cunt. He pounded her after that, fucking her rougher than he ever had before. His cock filled his child, the little girl that the only woman he’d ever loved had carried in her belly. He covered her mouth, squeezed her tits, fucked her until her cries consumed him. And then he fucked her harder. He felt his daughter’s cunt spasm around him. She was going to cum with his cock inside her.
He didn’t last long after that. She’d taken so many cocks, and he’d loved watching it. Every minute of his little whore preforming and he stared at her sweet little face as his balls emptied deep inside her cunt.
She laid on the ground, torn, spent unable to move, and he spread her legs wider to see the thick white cum inside her cunt. The same cum that that he’d pumped into her mother so many years ago.
She smiled up at him. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He kissed her head. “Go to bed, child.”
*ATTICUS
He’d managed to find the little whore before she’d been given breakfast.
He sat back on the edge of his bed, naked. Cock throbbing.
He’d made her sit and watch as he ate his own meal. He’d savored every bite, chewed slowly. Ensured that he fully described how delicious it was.
Callia had sat naked at his feet, hands bound behind her back. She tried so hard to look patient, but he could hear her stomach growling beneath him. When he finished, he didn’t move immediately. He just sat back, arms crossed over his chest. Atticus fucking hated his father’s bastard daughter; the whore he’d whelped on some Celtic slave. His brothers couldn’t see past their own cocks. They saw her as a pretty whore, a willing mouth, a wet cunt. He saw her as something disgusting. A piece of filth that didn’t deserve the air she was allowed to breathe.
He dumped what was left on his plate in a little bowl and sat it in front of her. He poured the smallest bit of water in a matching bowl and placed it beside the first. He checked the rope he’d tied around her hands. It was secure.
“Eat.”
She bit her lip as she looked down at the dishes he’d given her, and she looked back up at him.
“I.. I c-can’t. Now with my hands tied, Atticus.” She kept her eyes on the floor, as if that would somehow make up for her disobedience.
He slapped her, back handed her, with all of the force he could put behind it. He felt his knuckles against her mouth, and when he looked down at her he smiled as the small trickle of blood on her bottom lip.
He took her jaw in his fingers, digging hard into the skin and bone.
“You want to fuck like a dog, little sister? Stick your ass up in the air for every cock that passes by you?” He guided her face down to the bowls. “Then eat like a dog, Bitch.”
He could see her jaw tightening, the slow blush of red in her cheeks. Her eyes were shiny, bright with tears. His cock tensed. That’s it, cry for me, you little whore.
He stroked his cock slowly as he watched her bend forward to eat the scraps off his plate. At first she sniffled and whimpered, but then some fucking kind of resolve, some determination, crossed her eyes as she finished. She stuck her ass up in the air as she stuck her face in the bowl, and when she finished, she looked up at him. She looked pleased with herself. Defiant.
He slapped her again, this time with enough force to knock her off her knees and to the floor. She curled in on herself, the trickle on her lip bigger. More red. Her arms were tied behind her back, and she struggled to get up off the floor.
He grabbed her by the back of the neck, his other hand fisted in her hair, and guided her face to her water bowl. “Drink it, bitch.”
It was a struggle, but the little cunt obeyed. She tried her hardest to lap up water with her tongue, but it was difficult. Such is the problem with bitches in little girl bodies. His cock was hanging heavy between his legs, and he was growing impatient.
He pulled her back up on her knees. “Time for tea, little sister. Can’t have a whore like you breeding, now can we?”
He grabbed one of the two cups of whores-tea he’d grabbed from the kitchens and held her by the throat with the other hand.
“Face up to the sky. Open your mouth.”
Her body shook, but she obeyed.
He poured the tea sloppily into her open mouth. It ran down the sides of her cheeks as she choked on it. This was why he’d brought two cups. He knew the little cunt would spill. He didn’t expect his hound to have table manners, why would the little whore be any better?
He filled her mouth with the rest of the cup, and she managed to choke a little less this time. The tea still dripped down her cheeks, and her eyes watered with hot tears that he hoped were painful. He rubbed her jaw with his thumb.
“Looks like you need a bit more. Do try not to spill so much this time.”
He emptied half of the second cup into her open mouth, and she choked. Coughing, gasping for air, spat the foul tea all over his floor.
He backhanded her.
When she looked up at him, her eyes were bleak and tears were pouring down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Atticus.”
He laughed. “Not yet, you aren’t. But you will be.”
He shoved her forward, hand on the back of her neck. He pushed her face to the ground. She was on her knees, hands behind her back, dirty face on the ground, looking at him. She trembled, whimpered, but she kept her ass high up in the air, her legs spread wide for her own fucking brother. She was disgusting.
When he slid his hand between her legs, her cunt was wet.
“Tell me, bitch. Which of your brother’s cocks do you enjoy most?”
She looked back at him, her eyes wide. He could see her mind spinning.. In fear. That puzzled him. That question should have shamed her, not made her afraid.
He frowned. Titled his head. “It’s a simple question, Bitch. You spread your legs for every man in your family. Whose cock do you like best?”
“Father’s,” she finally admitted. But..
“You’re lying.” He grabbed her chin and twisted it up to meet his face and she cried out in pain. “Why are you lying to me? It’s a simple question. Hector’s? Gaius’s? Surely not Marcus’s.”
“I’m not lying.” Her voice shook. “I j-just.. I’m a whore, Atticus. And I like it best when Daddy fucks me. I like it best when my own father cums inside my cunt.”
He flipped her over on her back. She was still lying, but hearing the little bitch talk about how much she loved her father’s cock.. She made him sick.
He forced her legs open. She was so tiny. Such a filthy cunt to be so little. He laid his cock between her legs, on her stomach. He slapped it against her, his balls heavy as he measured it against her. If he just let his balls lay against her cunt, the tip of his cock was higher than her naval. He did like that. Having such a tiny little whore at his mercy. He slapped one of her little tits, and she cried out.
Her nipples were so hard, and no matter what he did to her her cunt would be wet and slick. For her brother, no less. She would enjoy his cock, probably cum around it.
He slapped her face again. Harder, ripping open the little barely-healed cut on her lip. And then he slapped her again. He hated that she made his cock so fucking hard, made it throb and ache to be inside her. She was worthless. She was disgusting, and yet he couldn’t seem to stop himself from using her. It was her fault. Not his.
He rolled her over, gripped her legs, forced her on her knees and her head back to the ground. “That’s it, ass up in the air like a bitch in heat. You want this cock, don’t you? Want to be fucked?”
She whimpered.
“Yes,” she whispered softly, her voice full of tears.
He would not fuck her cunt. That’s what she wanted, wanted his cock to slam inside her wet little hole.
He didn’t bother himself with getting her asshole wet. He wiped the tiny bit of her wetness that was on the tip of his cock on her leg and positioned himself right at the entrance to her ass.
He didn’t work it in. Didn’t try to make it easy on her.
He positioned the head of his cock, raised on his knees, and wrapped on arm around her waist while he forced his cock deep in her ass. Her body tightened, and he could feel the muscles clench as her scream echoed in his room.
Her body, subconsciously, tried to deny him entrance. She fought against him, but she’d taken too many cocks in her ass the day before. It was still tight. Still deliciously dry. But just loosened enough that she could do nothing to stop him. On his second attempt, he was inside her. His balls rested against her wet cunt and he felt her ass so fucking tight around him. She was screaming, but not in pleasure. Begging, but not for him to fuck her.
He pulled out, and forced himself back in. Again. Two hard thrusts as he took her hair in his hands and pulled her face around so he could see the hot tears on her cheeks.
“Why pretend like you don’t like it? I heard how many cocks you took in this little ass.” He pounded her, his words punctuated by heavy thrusts. “I heard about how many times you came with strange men’s cocks inside you, you worthless little cunt. Don’t pretend.”
He forced her knees closer together, making her even tighter around him. He wanted to fucking destroy her. When he pulled her face back to him by the hair. “Did you beg for their cum while our father watched?”
She didn’t meet his eyes, but she nodded. And when he felt her ass starting to move back against him, he hit her in the side of her head with his fist. Then he let go of her hair.
Her face slammed into the stone floor, and she writhed, trying to push the hurt side of her face into her shoulder. She was really crying now, and his cock pounded inside her, jerking, making his stomach tighten as he heard her weeping quietly.
“You think you’re special, don’t you Bitch? Because men can’t keep their hands off you.” He hissed. “I know Callia. You think you’re something because the fucking Emperor used to pump that sweet, tiny little cunt full of royal cum. He couldn’t keep his hands off you when you were a girl, and you think that makes you better than me. But that was a very long time ago, Bitch. You’re nothing. Nothing.”
He stroked her back. With his fingernails. Dug them into her flesh, watching red tracks spread behind where he touched. “What’s wrong, darling sister?”
She tried to arch away from him.
“You’re h-hurting me.” She whimpered, and it undid him. He pounded her, harder, faster, trying to fuck through her. He heard her crying beneath him, and he felt powerful. Alive. Strong. He pulled out. He gripped her ass in his hands, pulling it wide open to see the red, fucked raw little hole. The hole his cock had violated, stretched wide.
And then he stood up and kicked her. Used hit foot to roll her over onto her back.
“What’s wrong, Baby Sister? Didn’t get to cum?” He bent over and spat in her face. “Good.”
He gripped his cock, slapped it hard against her cheek. Then he stroked it, his eyes focused on the blood on her lip, the tears in her eyes, and his spit pooled just to the left of her nose.
Three strokes. That was all it took, and he shot his cum right onto her disgusting little face.
He sat down next to her, watching her sniffle and try to pull herself together.
He smiled to himself, a cruel, triumphant grin as he leaned down and whispered in her ear. “By the way, father’s waiting for you. And he’s so very, very angry with you Callia. And if I were a betting man, I’d bet I might not have to see that filthy little face around here for much longer. Today may very well be the day. What have you done this time?”
*CASSIUS
Cassius arrived home early, covered in blood. His sword needed cleaned. Desperately. His knuckles were busted open, swollen and inflamed. Every muscle in his body ached. Gods, was twenty-eight really that old?
He wanted Callia. Now, underneath him, wrapped around him. He was too tired to beat her. But he hadn’t been able to sleep the night before replaying her over and over in his mind, taking those cocks like a little champion.
Someday, she would be his, and he would be the one arranging for her to be fucked. And then he’d beat her, while she was still covered cum and fuck her senseless. Show her how it was really done.
He stripped off his blood-stained clothing as he turned down the hall that led to the underground slave pens and frowned.
The door to the Hole was open. He hadn’t seen it open in years. Two slaves were inside, mopping the floor under the flogging rack. Both were sobbing quietly as they cleaned, and when he entered, both jumped.
He gestured around. “Who was punished in here?”
Neither answered him, their sobs had become louder as they both backed away from him, away from the instruments of pain his father kept in that room. Lykos didn’t enjoy pain as a part of sex. But he was skilled in the art of punishment. His father took pride in that.
“Who was punished? I order you to fucking tell me.”
A slave whose name he didn’t know stared at the ground.
“C-Callia, Dominus. Your sister.”
He didn’t remember grabbing the girl. The next thing he knew, his fingers were digging into her arms and she was screaming in pain. Begging. He shook her, hard. The small bowl of water she was holding clattered to his feet.
“What did they do to her?”
Tears were pouring down the terrified slave’s face. He could see red spatter on the floor. The other girl had been cleaning a.. He shook the girl harder. His voice thundered.
“F-flogged. Dominus. About an hour past.”
A theives’ punishment. He felt every muscle in his body tense. He could barely see the girl he has holding through the sheet of red in front of his eyes. His heart, raging beats pounded in his ears.
“Why?” His voice was flat. Eerily calm, even to him.
“One of her men. A regular. He left and realized he was missing a r-ring. He said she must have taken it.”
He tried to breathe. To ease up on the girl’s arms.
“How many times?”
“Twenty-seven. O-one for every d-denarii he said the ring was worth.”
He let go of her arms. “Do you know where she is?”
“G-Galla took her to clean her wounds. The slaves’ baths, I t-think, Dominus.”
He was out the door before he realized he’d moved, heavy, running footfalls as he took the stairs down to the slave pens. The door to the baths was locked and he kicked it open, a satisfied smile as the lock splintered through the wood.
Galla rushed at him. The weathered old woman in charge of cleaning and feeding the whores had terror in her eyes but she lunged at him any way.
“You get out of here, Cassius.” The old woman seethed as she tried to march him to the door. She barely came up to his chest. “She’s hurt. You’ll just have to wait. I’m not letting her leave this room.”
He couldn’t respond to her. Couldn’t look at her. He barely noticed her as he stared at Callia’s poor, little bloodied back. She was passed out, sleeping or unconscious on the island of the bathtub. He staggered, and Galla slapped at his chest.
“For the love of Jupiter, she can’t take another beating.”
His little sister stirred, and her eyes opened wide with fear. And then she saw him. And the relief in her eyes hurt him somewhere deep in his chest.
She was on her feet in a second, staggering over to him. She shoved past Galla and then her arms were around his neck. He melted. He struggled to find a way to embrace her without touching her back, and settled for one hand on the back of her head, and another on the curve of her arm. He gripped her to him, and didn’t let go even when he head Galla’s surprised gasp.
Callia was crying into his chest, and Galla was staring at them, not bothering to hide her shock. Fuck. That was not good.
She pushed Callia away from him gently, but what he did next was nowhere near gentle.
He was holding the old woman against the wall, his sword to her throat.
“I don’t know what you think you just saw, old-”
“Cass.” Callia was pulling at his arm, her eyes wide as she stared up at him. “Don’t.”
She looked afraid.
The old woman, however, did not. She just stood very still, and met his eyes. She gave him as much of a nod as she could with his sword against her throat.
“They could kill me. I won’t say a word. I raised that girl, Cassius. My own daughter nursed her after her mother died. I love her, too.”
Too. Fuck. She knew. The cunning old woman had seen it. He knew he’d probably live to regret it, but he released her. He helped Callia back to the edge of the tub.
“I need someone to go to the market. How’s your memory, old woman?”
“Sharper than yours.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to remember what went in the salve he needed to make.
He was a killer, not a healer. He listed off the few ingredients he remembered, and Galla stopped him.
“You want to make the salve her mother used to put on your back.”
He frowned. “How do you know of this?”
She smiled, her eyes sad. “Breena was my friend, child. And you were always her favorite. She loved you. She didn’t hate your mother because she wanted her husband. She hated how Lyssandra treated you. She’d have killed her for it, given half the chance.”
Instead, Lyssandra had killed her.
Galla patted his arm, a gentle gesture he wasn’t used to from anyone but Callie.
“I’ll go get what you need. Take care of her until I return.”
He was left alone with his little sister, and he watched her whimper as she slept. She burned with fever and he burned with rage. He was going to kill them all. Dance in their blood. Give their heads to Callie as a sign of his love.
He wondered if she’d like that.
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