Cum Swallowing

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“MISS WANKER”

Miss Wanker
By Blueheatt
….Yes, I stepped over the line, but it’s been really worth the thrilling adventure I’ve had. I never got caught. The great guys kept quiet but I never expected the special reward I got.
…My name is Miss. ______. It all started with my classroom. It had to the side a conference room used in the past for something. I used it to have private conversations with some students with special problems.
…A good looking guy student named Pete, had some personal problem he wanted to talk about. I took him in the conference room which had no windows. We sat down to talk. It seems that he had a big crush on me and kept getting erections in class to his embarrassment. He scooted his chair up close to me. I, without showing it, I got aroused by him.
…He could sense it and got closer to me. My heavy breathing gave me away. I couldn’t resist as he leaned in and kissed me. Tingles shot thru my pussy as I shivered a little. He had this huge erection in his pants. He complained he needed to cum so bad it was hurting him. I stood up panting for breath as he stood up too.
….I don’t know what made me do it but I just unzipped his pants as his sad puppy dog eyes began to get excited. I reached in and took his erection out. It was so big and warm, I just started stroking it. He quick took out his handkerchief and held it over the end. I was so wet by now I could feel the wet in my panties. It felt wonderful to be this aroused. It didn’t take many strokes and he shot cum and filled 1/2 the handkerchief. I orgasmed when he did. He bucked and jolted his cum shot as my knees went a little weak. “Oh my god…thank you Miss. D, that was so beautiful, no one will ever know this took place, I promise …your so beautiful. We better get back.” He put everything away and left the room. I sat down to gather my self as to what had just happened. I just masturbated a student. That would get me fired and probably jailed so fast I couldn’t believe I did it. It also…
….was the most thrilling thing I had ever done.
That was the best orgasm I had ever had. I had to compose myself quickly and return to the classroom. I grabbed some papers and pretended to be deep in thought about them. I opened the door and the classroom was empty. The buzzer had sounded and I didn’t even hear it in there. I took a big breath and sat at my desk. My wet pussy felt so damn good as I reached under my skirt to put tissues in my wet pussy. I just had to do a quick rub of my clit. It gave me a pleasure twinge that felt wonderful.
…. This all brought back memories of me growing up. I had masturbated my dad and brother. I wouldn’t have sex with them and ’wanking’ them kept them satisfied for a while. It was always done at night and I had never seen a guy shoot his cum, just felt the warm cum as some got on my hand. I felt special and doing it made me excited. Later on I let them feel my titties and rub my pussy a little.
….To watch Pete shoot his cum like that was a orgasm maker for me. It was time to have Pete return for more ’counseling’. I planned it out to have him come back once a week when I had no class that hour. The anticipation of waiting until our ’appointment’ was wonderful. He now asked if he could kiss me and feel my tits, I said no. I didn’t want to get romantically involved with a student. This just seemed to add to his cum shooting and my orgasms.
…He asked me about his friend Jason who had the same constant erection problem. I just couldn’t say no to another student to masturbate. Jason came in the appointed time and I ’wanked him and watched him shoot huge amounts of cum. He was told to bring a cloth and I got to watch him shoot big shots of cum. I could orgasm without even touching my self. He told me how cool I was and on and on. I guess they didn’t realize I was getting a big thrill out of this also. Soon they, their parents all said how special I was at counseling them and the school set me up as a counselor for ’Special Problems.’ The conference room had an outside door to it and they put ’Special Counsel’ on it and I had the only key. I was aroused all the time now between the two, and there were more to come. I ended up with five guys I ’wanked’ each week.
….I had a boyfriend who was pretty lackluster. He was a nerd and we did ’quick fucks’ now and again but I was getting way more pussy thrills from my ’special’ guys.
… As males and females do, we all wanted more. I now stood behind them and pushed my tits into their back. I would reach around and quietly say in their ear to think about the girl they would most like to have sex with while I wanked them. They all said…”You, Miss. D”….this always make me hot and I played with their balls to add to their wank.
….We slowly all wanted more and new thrills. I gave in and let Pete feel my tits. It was exciting and soon they all felt me up. Jason was the first to rub my pussy. I just didn’t stop him as it felt so damn good to have my clit rubbed as I wanked him.
….Now….we all thought about the same thing….full sex. It was getting to a fever pitch now as I wanted to have sex with all of them and they me.
…Pete told me later that they all got together at his house. They planned this out for me, as they all wanted to do something special for me, …plus…have sex with me. It was a Friday and Jason was last on my list to wank after school. When I unlocked the door….all 5 of them walked in and locked the door. Jason spoke from a written note: “Dear sweet Miss. __. We all love you and want to do something special for you. Please let us pleasure you as you have pleasured us so very many times.”
….I just stood there smiling, not knowing how to respond. They all slowly started taking my clothes off. They brought a blanket and spread it on the rug. They laid me on the blanket naked and they started in feeling, kissing, licking and rubbing my pussy. My eyes closed with such great feeling. Hands all over me, tongues licking me, many fingers all over my pussy. Kisses on my tits and nipples. You would call it a ’gang bang’ I called a ’Love Bang” I was getting.
…Pete had won the toss and he was my first to have sex with me. He felt wonderful putting that erection of his inside my pussy. I began to moan. They had never heard me moan and I reached out for two of their big cocks. I began to suck on them. They were so excited they started cuming right away. I let them cum right in my mouth as I wanked them. Pete flooded my pussy and now another took his place. I sucked all of them and fuck them all until they were all completely spent. I had lost track on how many orgasm’s I had…..
….I looked at all their smiling faces and smiled back. I told them all they were bad boys and would need lots of counseling…….
They all cheered……

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Aja’s Delight

Starts of slow a bit, from what I think. Just be patient, it just takes some time and it is a bit long. Thanks for reading it.

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The Order Part 1 — My Penance

My name is Mary. I was named after Mary Magdalene by my dear, devout, and utterly clueless mother. Or maybe it was the Virgin Mary. Whatever. Either way, you just can’t get any more Catholic than that. I don’t know how she thought I was going to turn out, but if she thought I was going to be a sweet virginal Catholic schoolgirl, she really should have kept me away from catholic schools and the local parish priest. He seduced me in the confessional when I was 11 years old, because I made the mistake of telling him about showing my pussy to a boy at school. He asked me for a lot of detail. He was also the guy who taught me all about playing with my pussy, right there in the confessional, and knowing what I know now, I’ll bet he was jerking off the whole time. You’d be amazed how horny a priest can get when you’re honest in the confessional. Later that morning, in the rectory, all the time he was slamming his fat cock into my formerly virgin pussy, he kept telling me all about how he had to drive Satan from my body and fill me with the spirit of God.
He was the first in a fairly long string of men of the cloth who wanted to take their turn with me, or multiple turns. I guess they realized that a trailer trash girl like me wasn’t likely to tell on them, and even if I did, they knew I wouldn’t be believed. Once that realization sank in, they figured it was open season. As for Father O’Leary, after he fucked me that once, he settled down to having me suck his cock a couple of times a week, in this dirty little basement room he’d take me to.
Well, by the time I was 13 or so, I was a sexual omnivore. That’s the word one guy used. I sucked and fucked every boy I knew, and many I didn’t know. Older men, too, including a few of my teachers, the local sheriff’s deputy, and all the members of a motorcycle gang that rode through town one day and picked me up hitchhiking. Then I figured I shouldn’t rule out over half of the human race, and branched out into girls. I was absolutely insatiable — I simply could not get enough fucking. I must have swallowed oceans of come, and had buckets of it squirted into my pussy and my ass. I really developed a taste for it. God only knows how I avoided getting pregnant, or contracting some dread disease. Just lucky, I guess.
Anyway, at 15, I ran away from home, away from my fanatical mom, and found a guy to make a fake driver’s license for me. Mom said I was a whore of Babylon when I left, and I guess the shoe fit. I lived in a string of sleazy dives, just drinking and doing drugs and fucking my brains out. When I needed money, I worked in strip joints dancing and doing lap dances, or turned tricks. As long as there are men around, it’s easy for a girl to make money, and most of them don’t spend a lot of time worrying about how old she is, trust me.
But when I turned 18, something snapped inside me. By that time, I knew that if I kept going the way I was, I would die. Simple as that. I had hit rock-bottom and needed to change my life. Being an impulsive sort of person, I decided to change it in a big way, ironically, in the bosom of the church that had started me down the path of destruction. And that’s what I’m going to tell you about.
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I walk slowly up to the small door in the middle of a long masonry wall, carrying a small tote bag. The sign on the wall says “Saint Bernardin Convent”. I hesitate for a long moment, knowing that I’m making a life-changing decision. Finally, I knock on the door. After a few moments, a woman in a full-length white robe answers. She’s in her late thirties or early forties, a nun, I guess. “May I help you, child?” she asks in a kindly tone of voice.
I hesitate again, unsure what words to use. “I…I wish to join the convent. I want to dedicate my life to service. To serve God.”
She looked at me for a long moment, taking in my short blonde hair, my halter top, my faded, torn jeans. “It is a big decision. Are you sure you want to do this? Have you thought it through? Because, you know, once you commit to this life, it’s very difficult to turn back.”
“Yes…I have. I’m sure this is my calling.”
“What’s your name, child?” asks the woman, looking me up and down again.
“Mary,” I reply.
“How very appropriate,” she says, with a wry smile. “Very well, you may enter. You can call me Sister Monique. I will show you to your quarters.”
She turns and leads me down a long corridor, then down a flight of stairs, and through several turns, through an iron gate which she unlocks and then locks behind us, then down another flight. I follow obediently, and as we descend, I notice that the walls are now made of stone, lit with candles. I sense that I’m entering an almost medieval cloister, untouched by the modern world for centuries. “Here”, she says simply, stopping in front of a heavy door and opening it.
I look into the simple room, containing only a rudimentary bed, chair and table, then glance at the door, which has a small opening in it at eye level. “We have no need of creature comforts here,” says Sister Monique, as if reading my thoughts, “and no need for privacy. I will have suitable clothing brought to you, and then you may bathe and sleep. There are shower facilities a little way down the hallway, on the left. You will be awakened when it is time to begin your duties.” She turns and departs.
Later, after I’ve taken a long, hot shower, I lie on the bed in the darkness, clad only in the sleep shirt I brought with me. I stare at the bare, stone ceiling, and my thoughts drift, as they always have before, to sex. I will never experience it again, I think to myself. I will never feel a man’s stiff penis thrusting powerfully into my vagina, my mouth, my ass. I will never feel a man’s tongue caressing my most secret places, feel the hot flood of a man’s cum, bathing me, soothing me. My life will change now.
As I contemplate the choice I’ve made, I find myself growing wet between my legs. The needs of my body are insistent, despite my efforts to fight them. I pray fervently for strength, but I know I have none. Just one more time, I think to myself. One more time, and then I’ll be done with it. My hand drifts downward, pulling the hem of my shirt upward, exposing my naked sex. Gently, I touch myself, my fingers caressing lightly, rubbing my labia, slowly parting the folds of my pussy. No one will see, I tell myself, glancing at the opening in the door, but seeing and hearing nothing in the corridor outside.
I bring my hand up to my mouth, and lick and suck on my fingers. Moving my hand downward again, I slide my fingers into my wet folds, stifling a soft moan. The pleasure is intense, magnified by the thought that it is the last time. Slowly, patiently, not wanting to rush it, I allow my arousal to build. My wet fingers ease inside my vagina, moving slowly in and out, fucking myself with them. Then I lift them once more to my mouth, tasting my essence there. I gather my saliva and spit it on my fingers, quickly moving them between my legs again. My saliva bathes my yearning clit as I caress it, my fingers slippery. My hips rise and fall as I imagine myself being penetrated by my lover, feel the slow thrusting of his cock in and out of me.
I masturbate this way for a long while, holding my climax at bay, savoring it. At last, I plunge my fingers deep inside me, and my hips thrust upward. I slide my fingers out and rub my clit harder, feeling my body arching upward and convulsing in an exquisite orgasm. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, my body trembling from the force of my climax, my breath coming in short gasps.
Finally, it’s over, and I collapse back on the bed, shuddering in the sweet aftermath. I glance at the door, and my breath catches in my throat. Someone was there! Just a fleeting glimpse, and then it was gone. Did I imagine it? I lie in the dark, listening, trying to collect my thoughts. After a few moments, I get up and move silently to the door, opening it a little way, looking up and down the dim corridor. But there is no one there.
I go back to bed. Minutes pass, and soon I drift off to sleep, my dreams haunted by visions of strange medieval rituals, of hooded men whose faces I cannot see.
I am awakened a little later by a knock at the door. Rising to open it, I see an attractive young dark-haired girl in the same kind of simple white hooded robe Sister Monique wore, standing in the corridor. She can’t be more than 15 years old. She’s holding a bowl of water, a towel, and a small shoulder bag. She smiles at me ingratiatingly, and tells me she is here to shave me. “It’s a ritual of our order,” she says. “It symbolizes our purity of spirit.”
I can’t conceal my shocked look. “You mean…you want to shave my pussy?” I ask, incredulous.
She looks at me in surprise upon hearing that word, but maintains her composure. “Yes. Please don’t be afraid, I have done it many times. I will be very careful.”
Reluctantly, I submit, raising my sleep shirt to my waist and lying back on the bed with my legs parted. Moving between them, she sets the bowl of water in front of her, and removes a strait razor and shaving cream from the bag. I gaze down at her, and think I catch a fleeting smile as she admires my pussy. She quickly composes herself and begins her work, first bathing me with a washcloth, then applying the shaving cream, then carefully removing the sparse blonde curls. She is very gentle, very methodical, moving the folds of my cleft to make sure that she shaves every little nook and cranny. The experience is tremendously sensual, and I feel my labia parting, my vagina bathed in warm wetness. I know she can see how turned on I am, and I find myself wishing that she would lick me there, or rub my clit until I come. Get a grip, I say to myself. She’s a fucking nun.
Too soon, she is finished, bathing me carefully again with the wet towel. She smiles at me, and welcomes me to what she calls “The Order”. She tells me her name is Sister Rachel, but just Rachel will do when we’re alone. Gathering up her things, she bids me goodbye and walks to the door. Suddenly, a thought crosses her, and she pauses. “Don’t worry, Mary….everything will be all right,” she whispers quietly. “You’re safe. Just go with the flow and submit.” With that, she smiles and slips out the door, closing it behind her. I return to my bed and lie there, alone with my thoughts and wondering just what in the world she meant by that. Eventually, I drift off to sleep.
I am awakened in the darkness by Sister Monique. She touches my shoulder, and I slowly remember where I am. She is looking down at me sternly. “You must come with me, Sister Mary,” she says. “Put on your robe.”
I can’t read her face. Something in her voice frightens me. It lacks the kindness and compassion it had when I met her. Obediently, I get up and put on the white hooded robe that has been left for me, with nothing underneath. She gives me a capsule and a little cup of water. “Take this first,” she says. I start to question her, but think better of it, swallow the capsule, and then follow her out the door. She leads me through the catacombs, and I quickly lose any sense of direction in the twisting corridors. Eventually, we enter through a doorway, and I find myself in a large room, dimly lit by torches along the walls, with a cross at one end, behind an altar. There are men standing there in a semicircle, clad in brown, hooded robes, like monks. Their faces are hidden in the shadows of their hoods, just as it was in my dream. Sister Monique instructs me to stand on a large raised platform in the middle of the room, facing the men. My mind races. Who are they? What do they want from me?
The man in the center of the semicircle, who is wearing a red robe to distinguish him from the others, lifts his arm and points to me, speaking in a low voice that echoes in the cavernous room.
“You have had heretical thoughts,” he says. “You must be cleansed of these thoughts before you can join us.”
They saw me! My mind races, constructing defenses for my actions. “No, I….”
“Be silent!” he commands me. I fall silent, trembling in fear. His voice becomes calm. “You will be punished, and the demons will be driven from your body. This is your penance. You will be cleansed of evil. Then and only then will you become a full member of The Order.”
He claps his hands once, and one of the men from the semicircle moves to me, motioning for me to follow. Sister Monique follows behind me as I am led to another, smaller room. There is an iron ring in the low ceiling, and more of them on the walls. “We must remove your robe,” she says. I meekly submit to her as she helps me lift my habit over my head, leaving me naked. I’m embarrassed to expose myself this way to the man, and I sense him staring at me. I am particularly aware of my bare pussy. I wonder if he is like the other priests I have known in my life.
Sister Monique reaches into a nearby box, and produces a length of thick rope. “Hold out your hands,” she says. Questioningly, I hold my hands out to her, and she quickly ties the rope tightly around my wrists, binding them together. The man in the hood moves to her side, takes the other end of the rope, reaches up and slips it through the ring in the ceiling. Then he pulls the rope through, and walks to the side of the room. He pulls slowly on the rope, raising my arms over my head and suspending me a few inches off the floor. I gasp as I twist slowly around, my full breasts pulled taut against my chest. My skin is very fair, almost white, gleaming in the dim light. The hooded man ties the end of the rope to something on the wall, one of those things like they have on docks to tie boats up to.
Sister Monique walks back to the box that contained the rope, and reaches in. My body slowly turns away from her, and when I can again see her, she has what appears to be a cat-o-nine-tails in her hand, with long, black tendrils. I stare wide-eyed as she approaches me, my mind racing. My God, I think to myself, she’s going to whip me!
I twist helplessly as she raises her hand, and suddenly brings the “cat” down across my breasts. The tips of it sting as they strike my soft, naked flesh, and I yelp with sudden pain. She ignores me, calmly raising her hand and striking me again and again with the stinging tendrils. The cords flay my back, my ass, my breasts…sometimes even my bare, exposed labia. The pain is intense, and I fear that the cat is leaving welts all over my body. I whimper and cry and scream with each blow, and yet, through the pain, I feel myself becoming strangely aroused. My nipples are taut and erect, my clit is throbbing, and I am wet between my legs. Incredibly, I feel as though I might come if she keeps this up. I pray fervently for the torture to end, and for my body not to betray me yet again, the way it always has in the past.
After I’ve hovered on the brink of orgasm for what seems like forever, twisting slowly in a circle as she flogs me, it is over at last. The man in the cowl unties the rope from the wall and lowers me to the floor. Meanwhile, Sister Monique unties my wrists. I know from her manner and her actions that my ordeal is far from over. “Come with me back to The Temple,” she says.
She leads me back into the large room, still naked, to the raised platform in the center of it. The hooded man resumes his position in the semicircle of men, who are now seated in plush chairs. Sister Monique presses me down to my hands and knees, and I find that the floor is padded with soft mats, like those in gymnasiums. There is a low pedestal in front of me, also padded. Sister Monique calmly moves in front of me, lifts her robe over her head, and stands before me naked. She is much older than I am, perhaps 40 years old, and yet, her body is firm and well-proportioned, with large, full breasts and incongruously tiny, erect nipples. She sits on the cushioned pedestal right in front of me, her legs parted widely. Her pussy is clean shaven like mine, and I wonder if Rachel has attended to her. Her labia protrude a little as she sits on the cushioned pedestal. Even though I’m shocked and frightened by this turn of events, I’ve licked a lot of pussies in my life and I don’t need any instruction on what is clearly expected of me. I’m pretty sure by now that this is no ordinary convent.
Go with the flow, Rachel had said. I lean forward and extend my tongue, touching her at the entrance to her vagina. My tongue-tip slips between the folds of her labia, and I realize that she is wet. Very wet. I taste her as my tongue slithers into her a little…then glides upward the length of her cleft, glancing off her hidden clit. She reaches down with her hand, and her fingers press just above it, retracting the little fleshy hood that covers it. I lap at her with short strokes of my tongue. Her breath catches in her throat, and I know I am pleasing her. My tongue flutters against her clit, moving rapidly from side to side, nudging it this way and that. Then I take it between my lips and suckle it, before assaulting it once again with my tongue. She squirms against me, welcoming my oral assault.
As I make love to Sister Monique’s pussy, patiently kissing and licking it, I suddenly feel a presence behind me. I can’t turn to see who it is, but I sense, somehow, that it is Rachel. Her small hands are on the exposed cheeks of my ass, spreading them gently, and I feel her pressing her face between them. Her tongue slips forward and makes contact with my labia, sending a shock wave of pleasure crashing through my body. Eagerly, she begins to lap at my sex, her tongue gliding up and down my cleft, nudging my labia apart. She licks me in long strokes, from my clit to the tight rosebud of my anus, and I shudder with ecstasy as I renew my kissing and licking of Sister Monique’s pussy. She raises her legs, inviting me to thrust my tongue inside her vagina. I stab my tongue deep inside her, my nose mashed against her clit, and she moans softly.
Rachel’s knowing tongue is driving me insane with pleasure, driving me quickly toward my own orgasm. My arousal builds and builds as her lips and tongue make exquisite love to my pussy, and I sense that Sister Monique, too, is nearing her climax. Suddenly, she reaches out and grabs my head, forcing it against her sex, and writhes her hips as she gasps out her come. Tasting the flow from her pussy takes me over the edge as well, and I try to scream, but my voice is muffled by her steamy, dripping-wet sex.
I tremble in the aftermath of my tremendous climax as Sister Monique slowly rises from the pedestal. Without a word, she moves aside. The monks (if that’s what they are) are still sitting in their semi-circle, watching me, but I see now that they have opened their robes, and they are slowly stroking their erect cocks. They, too, are clean-shaven, and I wonder if that is also among Rachel’s duties. My mind has been unable to comprehend any of these events – these aren’t like any nuns or priests I’ve ever known or heard of. But I am helpless to do anything about it now, and I resign myself to whatever sordid plans these people have in store for me.
My reverie is shattered by the sudden appearance of six young girls, younger than me, clad in the now-familiar white hooded robes. They slowly, silently surround me, with Rachel in front of me, standing where Sister Monique had been. She is carrying an antique lamp, like the magic one in the story about Aladdin, which she sets down on the pedestal. As if by a pre-arranged signal, all of them remove their robes, letting them fall to the floor with a soft rustle of fabric. Rachel smiles at me and picks up the lamp. Her body is breathtaking, slim and nubile, with silky black hair and dark, flashing eyes. Leaning forward, she extends her hand, and pours a stream of warm, fragrant oil from the lamp onto my bare back. When the lamp is empty, she sets it down, and the girls all reach out, putting their hands on me. Slowly, they spread the slippery, scented oil all over my body. I expect it to sting, because of my previous whipping, but it doesn’t. It feels soothing and good. Their hands are everywhere…first on my back, my shoulders, then reaching around and caressing and squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples. Hands glide over the full, round moons of my ass, slipping into the crevice between them. Fingers slide over my anus, between my labia. I begin to writhe with pleasure as they caress me. Their hands are everywhere at once. In the midst of my pleasure, I look up, and I’m gazing at the naked hairless pussy of Rachel. God, she is gorgeous! I lean forward and lap eagerly at her pussy, my tongue teasing her glistening labia, dancing wildly against her clit as she sighs happily.
Now I feel slippery fingers being inserted into my pussy…and into my ass. The girls are slowly penetrating me, their fingers moving in and out, as one of them clasps the cheeks of my ass with her hands, parting them. I moan into Rachel’s delectable teenage cunt as they fuck me with their fingers, driving me closer to yet another orgasm. She squirms against me, holding my head, guiding it, and I hear her soft voice, in a breathless whisper. “You’re here both to serve and to be served, Sister Mary….let yourself go.”
I suck her clit between my lips as she writhes against my mouth, and I feel my body suddenly explode in an orgasmic frenzy. Rachel cries out in ecstasy as she, too, reaches her climax. And still the hands caress me, thrust into me, rub my frantic clit, driving me from one orgasm to the next, almost without pause. I wonder how much more pleasure my body is capable of. I soon find out.
Rachel rises from her pedestal, and walks slowly around my body. In her hands are what appear to be two long scepters made of clear, smooth glass. One of them is tapered at the smooth, rounded tip, widening gradually to perhaps an inch in diameter before tapering back to a slimmer section. She holds it by a round glass orb at the other end. The second one is shaped just like a cock. A big cock, perhaps 10 inches long, and thick. It also has a round orb at the other end to grip it with. She moves out of my view, but soon I feel the tip of the penis-like scepter, sliding along the length of my pussy, parting my lips. I feel it begin to enter me, stretching me. Whoever is holding it pushes it slowly inside my vagina, inch by inch, until the flared head rests against my cervix. Slowly, she begins to push it in and out, withdrawing it all the way each time, before sliding it past my lips and deep inside me again. And then I feel the narrow tip of the other scepter, pressing against my tightly puckered asshole. One of the girls still has her hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart as whoever is holding the scepter slowly penetrates the tight ring of muscle, slippery from the oil and stretched by the girls’ fingers. I gasp as it stretches me, wider and wider, until I’m sure I can’t stand it any further inside me. Desperately, I suck air quickly into my lungs, and as I do, I feel the thick midsection of the scepter pop inside me. The pain is intense at first, but it recedes quickly as my body adjusts to the obscene double penetration.
After a moment, the girls begin to fuck me slowly with the two scepters, forcing them slowly in and out of my pussy and ass. The “monks” watch eagerly, stroking their rock-hard cocks. I wonder if they will all fuck me too, and I find myself hoping they will.
The two girls holding the scepters continue to fuck me, their pace slowly accelerating, twisting them with their hands, while the others continue to caress and fondle me. One of them rubs my clit with her oily fingers, driving me from one furious orgasm to the next. I lose count of the number of times I come, sobbing and moaning as they wring pleasure from my body.
At last they stop, and I tremble from exhaustion and the power of my multiple climaxes. Gently, they ease the two scepters from my body. Another act of the bizarre ritual is about to begin.
The “monks” stand as one, and walk single file down from the altar, all but the leader, the man in the red robe, who remains in his seat. I think of him as the High Priest. The girls lift me and turn me over onto my back, placing me on top of the pedestal, which is big enough for me to lie on. My ass is resting on the edge of it, and my legs are raised and parted by the girls’ hands until I’m nearly bent double, my knees back, my pussy completely exposed to him. The first of the monks approaches, stroking his cock as the girls remove his robe, leaving the cowl over his head. I still cannot see his face. Without a word, he moves between my legs and guides his engorged cock into my dripping-wet pussy. It stretches easily to accommodate him, and he buries it inside me to the hilt in one hard thrust as the girls hold me. I moan out loud, thrilled to have a big, thick cock inside me again. He doesn’t speak, but begins to saw his cock in and out of me with long, hard strokes, withdrawing each time until the flared head rests barely between my labia. Rachel stands beside me, reaching out to caress my clit with her fingers as he fucks me, smiling down at me like the angel she is as I come again and yet again. It’s as if that switch has been turned on in my body again, turning me into an insatiable sexual machine. I hear my own disembodied voice, as if from a great distance, and it’s crying out, begging them to fuck me more, to fuck me harder, to never stop fucking me.
The other girls are now on their knees, slowly sucking on the cocks of the other monks, like fluff girls on a porn movie set. The man in red watches and waits, but now I notice through the fog of my arousal that Sister Monique is on her knees before him, her lips gliding up and down the shaft of his massive cock as she engulfs it in her mouth. It is huge, bigger than any of the others, and as thick as my arm, but she somehow takes it deep into her throat each time.
Soon, I hear the monk whose cock is inside me groan aloud, and I feel the hot, thick spurts of come as he empties the contents of his sperm-filled balls in my pussy. When he’s done, he withdraws his dripping penis, and his place is immediately taken by the second monk in line, who thrusts his cock into my sopping, come-drenched cunt. I watch as the first monk resumes his place at the back of the line, his limp, spermy cock awaiting the mouth of one of the girls to revive it.
One after another they fuck me and empty their pent-up come in me. The sounds and smells of sex permeate the room. I notice, bizarrely, that they seem to be arranged in order of penis size, each one longer and thicker than the last. All of them are plenty big, and I wonder fleetingly if these men are screened for entry into The Order. Or maybe they’re the product of some kind of selective breeding program. Soon their commingled semen is flowing out of me like a river down over my ass and forming a thick white puddle on the pedestal. My body convulses again and again. I can’t seem to stop coming.
Finally, the last monk in line has spewed his come into my drenched, oozing vagina. The girls are still sucking on them, making them hard again. The first monk now lies down on his back on the pedestal, his cock throbbingly erect as it rests against his stomach. Rachel pulls me upward, and motions me toward him wordlessly. Nodding, I crawl slowly to him, straddle him. Rachel guides his stiff cock to my drooling pussy and I slowly impale myself on him, burying him deep inside my sloppy cunt. Quickly, the second monk climbs up behind me, and pushes me forward, and Rachel dutifully position his big cock at the entrance to my asshole, slippery from all the come that has oozed across it, and stretched by the glass scepter. He presses forward and slides easily inside me, fucking his cock all the way into my ass with one hard thrust. I gasp at the double penetration, not quite believing how easily my body accommodates both of the huge cocks. Slowly, they begin to fuck in and out, sometimes alternating with each other, sometimes thrusting into me both at the same time, making me groan with pleasure. The third monk now appears before me, his cock rigidly erect, and Rachel guides it to my lips. It’s as if she’s giving me the gift of three big cocks. I suck it willingly, hungrily. At last I am doing what I was made for: I am filled with cock. I surrender to my true nature and concentrate on bringing these three faceless men to orgasm, wanting to feel their sperm as it erupts and spews into my body.
Soon, the cock in my ass swells ominously and begins spitting hot spurts of come into me, making me even more slippery than before. When he’s spent, he pulls out and is replaced by another of the monks. He thrusts into my sperm-flooded ass easily. Then the cock in my mouth flourishes and floods my mouth with warm, thick pulses o f sperm. I gulp it down as best I can, but some of it escapes and oozes down my chin. He pulls out, drooling ropes of semen, and another monk takes his place, shoving his cock into my welcoming mouth and fucking it slowly as he holds my head. Each time, Rachel assists them, even fondling their heavy balls from behind as I suck them. I dimly hear her girlish voice telling them to fuck me more.
On and on the orgy goes. I think they’ll never stop fucking me, never stop pumping their hot, thick sperm into my holes. My mind is filled with the vision of how thoroughly slutty I look with so many cocks stuck in me, and the obscene thought makes me come yet again.
At long last, they are done. I gasp from exhaustion, sperm oozing from every orifice as I try to regain my breath. And then there’s a female voice at my ear, soft and soothing. Rachel again. “Mary…there is just one more thing you must do.” She pulls me up onto my unsteady legs, and leads me to the altar, where the high priest in red awaits me. He is a well-built middle-aged man with sandy hair. I stand before him with rivulets of thick, white come oozing down my legs. His cock is gargantuan, inhuman. How did Sister Monique ever get it down her throat?
“Sister Mary,” he intones solemnly. “This is your final act of contrition and submission. The end of your penance. For you, there is no God but me. When you fuck me, you fuck God. When I empty my sperm inside your body, it is God’s sperm filling you. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” I reply, as if I’m hypnotized. I am past caring now, with no will of my own, other than to be fucked some more. I want that huge, monster cock inside me. I approach him, and turn away, slowly sitting down on his cock, resting my hands on his knees. Rachel grasps it with her slim fingers, which don’t even reach all the way around it, and guides it to my pussy. Slowly it impales me, stretching me beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. No wonder he’s the alpha male of this place, I think to myself, as I take him deep in my well-fucked pussy, overflowing with the sperm of twelve men. Slowly, I ride his colossal cock, gradually accelerating the pace of our fucking. I have no thoughts but of his cock. My entire consciousness is centered on it. After a long while, he pushes me upward with his hand, and Rachel guides his monstrous dick to my asshole. Slowly, I lower myself on him again, as her hand grips the fat shaft, and forces it slowly into me. It’s even thicker than the thickest part of the glass scepter, and yet…somehow there’s no pain. Soon he is buried deep inside my ass, and I’m moving slowly on him, rising and falling, impaling myself on the huge phallus. I lean back against him and he wraps his arms around my waist, moving me up and down easily on his deeply embedded cock, as if I were one of those plastic dolls you can buy in sex shops.
Sister Monique approaches me and kneels, parting my legs still wider with her hands, and begins lapping at my sopping cunt with her tongue, licking the sperm of all of the monks, her long tongue skewering deep inside my flowing cunt…then slithering up to tease my clit. Expertly, she sucks and licks me, driving me yet again into orgasm, repaying me for the climax I gave her earlier. Too soon, I hear the High Priest groan and feel his come erupting into my bowels, his cock pulsing again and again, spewing out an impossibly huge quantity of semen. One more shattering orgasm is wrung from my tortured, exhausted body as the Sister Monique fastens her mouth on my clit and sucks and licks it hard…and then everything fades to black as I pass out.
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I awaken in the bed in my room. As I slowly regain my awareness, I realize that I’m naked, and that someone is in bed with me, spooning against me from behind, her arms around me. Her hand cups my breast, capturing my nipple between her fingers. It is Rachel.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, sleepyhead,” she murmurs, kissing my ear and snuggling against me. “I thought you’d never wake up.”
Slowly, it all comes flooding back. “Oh, my God…I must have fainted,” I say sleepily, stretching and enjoying the touch of her hand on my breast.
“It’s not surprising, after what they…what we…. put you through,” she says. “We…the other girls and I….bathed you and put you to bed afterwards. Are you okay?”
“Yes, I think so. I little bit sore, I think.” I look down at my naked body, but can see no marks from my whipping. It’s as if it never happened.
Rachel nods. “It gets…easier. It can be very nice here, if you relax and don’t fight it.”
I suddenly realize that I have a million questions for her. “Rachel…what is The Order?”
She pauses, thinking. “I guess you’d call it a cult, Mary. A sexual cult.”
“How many people belong to it?” I ask.
“Oh, hundreds, maybe thousands. There are chapters all over the world. You only saw a few of them, mostly the elders of this chapter. But there are many more. You’ll see. Sometimes they take us on trips to other chapters.”
I turn abruptly to face her. “What will I have to do?”
“Ummmmm….well….you’ll have to service them. Anyone who wants you to. In lots of different ways. But there are rules. The members are carefully screened. They’re clean and disease-free. And they’re absolutely forbidden to hurt us. If they break the rules, they’re history. And it’s not like you have to do it full-time — we have a lot of time to ourselves. We can even go shopping, to the beach, things like that.” She smiles at me, and her fingers toy playfully with my erect nipple.
“Rachel…how long have you been here?” I ask.
“Oh, I was born and raised here. My parents were already members when they had me. My father is one of those who fucked you.”
She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice low and soft. “You can’t escape, you know. Don’t even think about it. They won’t let you get away. Not until they decide they’re finished with you.”
“When will that be?” I ask. How fitting, I think to myself. My penance for almost fucking myself to death is to be held captive and be one of the designated fuck toys of a thousand men.
Rachel shrugs. “A month…a year….ten years. You may be here a very long time. You’re very talented, you know.” Then she smiles again. “But don’t worry. We’ll have lots of fun together, you and I.”
“But if they let you go outside, don’t any of the girls run away?”
“They can track us, Mary. They implant some kind of device in us that lets them do that. You already have yours. It was implanted last night. But listen, Mary, you mustn’t worry. It’s like I told you. Just submit, and you’ll love being here.” Rachel pauses for a moment, then smiles. “I’ll love you being here.”
I lean forward and softly kiss her full lips, thinking about last night’s events, and the role Rachel played, heightening my pleasure. After a long pause, I answer her. “You know, Rachel…I think maybe I was made for this.”
She giggles and throws her arms around me, her youthful breasts pressing against mine. “I was so hoping you’d say that! Don’t worry, I’ll help you learn the ropes. There’s a dining room for us that will be open in a few hours. The food is wonderful. Later, this evening, there will be a brief ceremony inducting you into The Order, and then a kind of a private show for the members, in the theater. I’m told they’ve recruited a new member, with a wife and daughters.”
“Theater?”
“Yeah. I should have explained. We have lots of different rooms and facilities. They never stop thinking of creative ways to entertain themselves. You’ll see.”
I smile and kiss her again, exploring her nipple with my finger, happy to have made such a delightful friend. My arousal is reawakening. “Thank you, Rachel.”
“I know a better way you can thank me,” she says with a saucy grin. She turns herself around so that she’s facing my pussy, and I hers. Her arms slide around my ass, and she presses her face between my legs, her tongue-tip slipping between the folds of my cleft. I respond in kind, tasting for the first time her delectable young pussy. She smells heavenly, fresh and clean and perfumed. Slowly, unhurriedly, we lick and suck each other, taking our time, comfortable in each other’s arms, smooth skin sliding against smooth skin. She reaches around me from behind as she sucks on my clit, and gently presses her fingertip against my anus, easing it inside. I do the same, my moistened finger finding the tight little rosebud of her teenage ass and slipping in. We slowly, lovingly build to a shuddering mutual climax, clinging to each other as we come. And then, intertwined like that, our fingers in each other’s assholes, we kiss each other’s clits softly, and both drift off to sleep, newfound friends.

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Jones Family Orgy

This story contains Bi sexuality (FF and MM)
With the family Jones, sexuality was always considered a normal and natural thing. When Tim had been a little boy, his parents had caught him watching them naked on the couch, masturbating each other. They had calmly invited him to sit between them and they had explained what was happening in the porn movie that was playing on the big screen TV. And then they demonstrated the male and female orgasm live, so he would learn there is nothing to be ashamed of. And of course Tim’s brother Rick and sister Anna had been quick to learn the ways to have pleasure with your own body and that of others.
But still this knowledge had not been enough to prepare him for the ultimately horny family experiences they had had last Saturday; he woke up late and had a shower whilst still feeling a bit tired from the Friday night he had spent at a friend’s house playing video games. As usual he didn’t bother putting on clothes when he stepped out of the bathroom to return to his bedroom. His slim, muscled body still a bit wet, and his soft blonde pubic hair contrasting with his sun-bronzed skin. His long uncut cock and big balls dangling left and right as he walked.
At the top of the stairs he spotted his brother Rick, 2 years younger than him, and with darker hair like their father. Rick had been dressed but Tim noticed that he had his shorts and underwear around his ankles and, judging from the motion of his right arm, he was jacking off! Tim naturally became very curious about what had excited his brother so much, he sneaked up behind him and looked over the banister. Looking through the opened kitchen door he saw their father sitting on a kitchen chair in his boxershorts, his face buried between the legs of his daughter Anna. She was stretched over the table holding her small titties in her hands, her pj’s on the floor and her white cotton undies lay on the kitchen counter. Tim’s dick immediately got hard and he couldn’t help but moan at the sight of his father with his sister, this of course alerted Rick to his presence, he looked around, a bit shocked at first but smiling as soon as he saw Tim’s huge boner. “Look at our lucky sister” he said, “Did you notice how hard dad is? His cock is about to rip through his shorts!”. Rick was right, their father’s shorts stood like a tent. And just at that moment, like he had heard their conversation, dad stood up from his chair to rid himself of his underwear. You could see that big cocks where a family trait because all the boys had a huge piece of meat. Father’s was nice and fat, topped with a pointy dickhead and a large sack full of seed, Tim’s was a bit thinner but also a few inches longer, his brother still had the shortest of the tree, but it was incredibly thick for a boy his age. From his own experience (the boys had quite early on learned that jacking or sucking each other was “loads” more fun than masturbating alone) Tim knew the boy always had a huge supply of hot sticky cum.
Tim was enthralled by the horny spectacle on the kitchen table; daddy was slowly pushing his huge dick into their moaning sisters tight pussy, he hardly noticed that his little brother grabbed his balls and started to lick his hard cock. Anna’s moaning became louder and louder until she gave a little scream of orgasmic pleasure while father fucked her hard and deep. Soon after, dad pulled his cock from her wet teenage slit and sprayed his cum all over her tummy, titties and her face. The look of his spermy sister and the blowjob from his brother where more than he could handle and with a huge thrust he rammed his entire cock down Ricks mouth ejaculating deep into his brothers throat.
At that moment the front door opened and their mother came in with a bag full of fresh baked bread from the village bakery. She let her eyes drift from her two boys at the top of the stairs to her husband and daughter on the kitchen table and said “what a nice horny sight you are. Couldn’t you wait for me to get home before starting the party?” She motioned for Tim and Rick to get down, and walked into the kitchen. Dad and Anna didn’t need much time to undress mother, even before the brothers were there they had removed her summer dress and bra. Their mother never wore panties so she stood stark naked in front of the whole family, shaped well, with a firm bosom, a slim waist, wide hips and a clean shaven pussy. She was laid on her back on the table and was about to be pleasured by the whole family at once. Anna climbed atop her position 69, their bodies sliding over each other because of all the sperm daddy had sprayed over his daughter. She started licking her mother’s clit and put her small fingers into her vagina. This caused a whole stream of combined saliva and pussyjuice to flow down her bottom, making it easy for Rick to slide his thick dick into his mother’s ass. Dad and Tim had taken place at both sides of her face and were getting a lovely blowjob. Tim saw his sister’s ass stick up, now her mother was no longer licking it, he put his finger into her very wet pussy. With his dickhead gliding against his fathers dickhead, deep inside mom’s mouth, he fingered Anna so vigorously that she came twice in a row, each time screaming loudly for Tim to go faster and faster. Now mother too moaned as she had a huge orgasm with her son’s cock deep in her ass and her daughter’s tongue in her cunt. Rick couldn’t hold back much longer and yanked his cock from her ass just before he started to cum, thick jets of hot white juice landed on his sisters face and his mother’s pussy until both were completely drenched. Dad and Tim just had to cum too now, both cocks began to pulse simultaneously as they sent wave after wave of sperm down mothers throat, she loved the taste of her two men and kept sucking at their pricks to get every last drop of horny family cum. “Now the boys can watch as the ladies satisfy each other” mom said. She sat on a chair and took Anna on her lap. At first he began to lick Ricks sperm of her daughters face and then they kissed each other, sharing and enjoying the taste of cum.
The men couldn’t help but get aroused by watching them, obviously all their cocks were still rock hard. Tim saw his fathers huge fuckpole and could not stop himself, he grabbed it and started to suck it, the last droplets of sperm coming from the slit were nice and salty. His father, a bit uncomfortable at first, with his son giving him a blowjob, soon started to thrust with his hips, plunging the big cock deeper and deeper into Tim’s throat. Rick also hadn’t remained idle, he now stood behind Tim and was starting to push his dickhead into his brothers anus, luckily his cock was still lubricated with his mother’s pussyjuice, or else it would never have gone in.
Thus mother was being helped to another orgasm, this time with the whole fist of her youngest inside her cunt. And Tim was being treated to a load of cum deep in his throat and in his bowels. Dad and Rick needed a short break and crashed on two chairs, breathing heavily and with limp cocks that still leaked sperm . Tim on the other hand, although he had a sore asshole and pain in his jaws from the their huge fucking cocks, still had a stiff cock, and energy enough to fuck his sister. So he used his hand to get some of his brothers cum from his own leaking ass and used it to lube his own cock, and then he plunged the huge thing into her pussy. Anna made a cry of pleasure and kept moaning as he rammed against her cervix again and again. The rest of the family watched in admiration as the children fucked with passion. Anna had already had a few more orgasms when Tim finally pumped his brotherly seed into her uterus, and by then the two other family members had regained their erections and they too fucked Anna an deposited their cum into her belly.
When they were finished, mom and dad, in turns, licked and sucked the sperm dripping from Anna’s tender little teen pussy. And from that day on the family always went about the house naked, and they decided to fuck each other many more times…

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The I-Room III

And so the debate continues as to what and who I am. Many consider me a madman, a debauched villain or a new form of evil. Mayhap I am, although I embrace the fact that all great innovators have shouldered such criticism. I prefer the term pathfinder or counselor, seeking out truth and guiding those in need to it…to allow them to grasp their true destiny and become the people they were meant to be.
Picture if you will the simple place of enlightenment. A room of minimal possessions…twelve feet by twelve feet, the only furnishings a queen sized bed, a common wooden chair and a small refrigerator. On one side is a locked steel door. On another is a small shower/toilet alcove. Here we will place the blind, to discover their own path to the light that is the truth of their souls. I call it the I-Room.
The Third: Jacob and Megan
They are so quiet in slumber, so peaceful. In a few minutes they will wake, to find themselves in the absolutely escape proof confines of the I-Room and trapped with each other. Father and daughter, Jacob and Megan.
Jacob is a white male, some forty-nine years old. In outstanding shape for a man his age…well muscled, at five foot, ten inches tall and 175 pounds, his middle age spread hold off by long, arduous hours of exercise. He is handsome in a stern sort of manner. He sports an old fashioned crew cut, a style still favored by members of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, an agency to which he belongs. As a Special Investigator for the FBI, he has been involved in the investigations of the “kidnappings” of my previous visitors and has come closer to guessing the truth than anyone else, although he has been routinely ignored by those who chose to forget the obvious. He attracted my interest and subsequent investigation revealed his qualifications for being a candidate for the I-Room. He has been divorced from Megan’s mother for fifteen years. He has never remarried.
Lying next to Jacob is his daughter, Megan. She is twenty years old and aside from hazel colored eyes, looks nothing like her father although indications reveal they have the same hard charging attitude in life. She is a lovely, young woman. Long, dark brown hair frames the face of an angel…an angel with full luscious lips. Her body is curvaceous and pleasing to the eye, her skin is olive toned, reflecting her mother’s Greek ancestry. She stands five foot ten and weighs maybe 160 lbs. Her trim figure is accentuated by firm and ripe 36C breasts and a taut heart shaped ass. Her waist is slim and her legs are long and slender. She is in a word, breathtaking.
Both father and daughter are clad only in underclothes. Jacob wears boxer shorts and Megan wears a matching set of thong panties and bra. They make a striking couple and I look forward to their stay with me.
Jacob stirs first. He opens his eyes, adjusting to the currently dim lights in the room. He realizes he is not at home. He sits up slowly, assessing the situation, his eyes widening as he realizes it is his daughter lying next to him. He swings his legs off the bed, moving gingerly as his intelligent eyes take it the room. He stares at the chair next to the bed, and then notes the refrigerator. Standing, he walks carefully over and peers into the shower alcove. Jacob walks the perimeter of the room, stopping at the steel door. He notes the absence of a door handle, but runs his fingers along the seam of the doorway. He nods to himself…a grim look on his face and in a low voice says, “Damn it.”
He returns to the bed and sitting next to his daughter, he stares at her with concern, worry and love…and perhaps something more. Finally, in a gentle manner that belies his gruff appearance, Jacob shakes his daughter’s shoulder. “Megan? Megan, honey, wake up.”
His daughter stirs, rolling over still half asleep. Jacob shakes her shoulder again and more loudly says, “Wake up, Megan. We’ve got trouble.”
“Nooo, Daddy…wanna sleep,” sighs Megan. Then her eyes snap wide open as she realizes she is with her father. “Dad? What are you doing in my…” She takes in the I-Room, then looks at her father. “Where the hell am I?”
Jacob shakes his head. “I don’t know for sure…but I have an idea. Stay calm, Megan.”
“Stay calm! I wake up in a,” she takes a look around. “A fuckin’ dungeon or something and you say stay calm?” She scoots off the bed and stomps around the room…stopping at the steel door and looking for a handle or knob.
“Yes, Megan. Listen to me for once. I think we’re being held prisoner by a very disturbed person.”
I know my cue when I hear it. “GOOD MORNING, SPECIAL AGENT. GOOD MORNING, MEGAN. WELCOME TO YOUR HOME FOR THE NEXT LITTLE WHILE.”
Jacob tries to spot the speaker my voice is coming from. “You’re the Creep, aren’t you?” Megan’s eyes go wide and her lovely face pales at my sobriquet that earlier visitors bestowed upon me and that the media has embraced.
“VERY ASTUTE, JACOB. OF COURSE I WOULD EXPECT NOTHING LESS FROM SUCH AN ACOMPLISHED INVESTIGATOR.”
Megan edges closer to her father, fear etched on her face. “The Creep? Dad, what’s he going to do with us?”
Jacob’s jaw visibly tightens and he trembles with anger and frustration. “I don’t know, Megan. Just stay…” He starts to say the word calm, but recalling her earlier reaction to his adage, stops.
“PLEASE, DO NOT BE AFRAID, MEGAN. NEITHER YOU OR YOUR FATHER HAVE ANYTHING TO FEAR FROM ME. YOU ARE SIMPLY MY GUESTS FOR A SHORT TIME.”
“But why? Are you like the news says? You just get your rocks off making us be nude together,” Her moods according to my investigation indicate she is mercurial and she demonstrates this most capably…going from anger to fear to anger again.
“YOU ARE HERE TO LEARN, MEGAN. TO LEARN ABOUT YOURSELF AND YOUR FATHER AND TO LEARN WHO YOU ARE TO EACH OTHER.”
“To learn about my Dad?” Megan’s voice is full of disbelief. “What’s to know? My father’s a jerk! I hate him!”
Jacob flushes and strides across the room. “Megan, control yourself. We have to stick together…we don’t know what this…Creep will do.” He reaches out to take Megan by the arm, but the young woman flings his extended hand away and stalks off to the opposite corner.
Jacob watches her intently as she strides away, her thong exposing her naked butt cheeks as she swings her taut ass haughtily. For several seconds, Megan’s father is almost mesmerized by his daughter’s mostly naked body. Megan turns abruptly and sees him staring at her. Jacob’s blushing face turns a darker red and he spins around.
Looking up at the ceiling, he says, “Surely you realize you’ve taken this too far? The bureau will use every resource available looking for me…they will find us.”
“I DON’T THINK SO, JACOB. I FEEL VERY SECURE THAT YOU AND MEGAN SHALL HAVE ALL THE TIME NECESSARY TO SEEK OUT THE TRUTH TOGETHER. NEVERTHELESS, FEEL FREE TO GATHER ALL THE CLUES YOU CAN. BUT, YOUR TIME CAN AND I HOPE WILL BE BETTER SPENT.” I confess I am feeling abundantly confident.
Jacob asks me a few more questions, but I kill the microphone, feeling that continued conversation between us at this time will be counterproductive to what needs to take place between Jacob and his daughter.
Jacob finally gives up with questioning dead air. He prowls around the room, pointedly ignoring Megan as he seeks answers to questions that have no answers.
He stops and finally sits on the bed, glancing over to the corner where Megan leans against the wall, not realizing how sexually provocative she looks…her long, toned legs on fine display while her crossed arms are accidentally pushing her breasts upwards, causing the firm, heavy globes of flesh to almost overflow her low cut bra.
Jacob sighs heavily. “How have you been, Megan?”
“What do you care? I’m at school. I cash your checks every month. I don’t call and remind you that you’ve got a daughter you parked in boarding school since she was fourteen.”
Jacob’s face reddens with anger. “That’s not what I’ve done, Megan. It was the best solution given the demands of my job…what the agency wants.”
Megan snorts. “Oh yeah…your job! Your job didn’t force you to dump me in that boarding school before I was fourteen. We had a lot of good years together after Mom left. Then boom, I’m getting dropped off at St. Caleb’s School for unwanted kids!”
Jacob stands up and starts towards his daughter. “Now that’s just not fair. My job…you needed stability and you got a damn good education when you weren’t getting thrown out of schools.”
“Oh yeah, Father! I got a great education and no family while you were off pretending to be Sherlock Holmes and chasing women.” Fearless, Megan stands nose to nose with her father, both now yelling.
“That’s not true!” Jacob replies, glaring down at his daughter and sneaking peaks of her cleavage as well. Megan stands on tip toe, bouncing up and down as she argues, not realizing she is making her pert breasts bounce enticingly. Angry as Jacob is, his boxer shorts began to tent slightly. He suddenly feels his penis hardening and pressing against the cotton material. His face reddens further and he spins away from his daughter.
“This is so useless, Megan. We have to be a team and cooperate if we’re going to get out of this situation.” Jacob sits down on the bed, dropping his hands in his lap and tries not to look at his barely clad daughter. Megan barely contains an interested smirk as she eyes her father’s obvious erection.
It is an old argument between these two. Megan was five years old when her mother and Jacob’s wife left them, obtaining a Reno divorce and never attempting contact again. Jacob did a fine job raising Megan, balancing home life and work like an artist until Megan turned fourteen. As Megan neared her first year of high school, Jacob abruptly and without warning enrolled her at a boarding school nearly five hundred miles from their home in Maryland.
Needless to say, Megan did not take it well. She turned from a studious young woman into the school rebel. She was expelled from her first boarding school at age sixteen, following a string a dangerous pranks and a scandal involving an older male teacher. By the time she graduated from High School, she had been expelled from two other schools, both times for sexual scandals involving middle-aged, male teachers. My research also indicates that in the two colleges she has attended in the last three years, she has had affairs with five male professors, all over the age of forty-five, one event leading to a divorce.
On the other hand, Jacob has, despite Megan’s charges to the contrary, been almost celibate, devoting his life to his career. His primary outlet for sex, are a few very discrete call services that cater to political and government agencies that he apparently only frequents when the pressure is too much.
For the rest of the day, father and daughter studiously ignore each other, although both take sneaking peeks of the other. As I dim the lights for the evening time, they both gravitate towards the bed. Jacob hugs the right edge of the bed as they settle down for the night. Megan slides towards the center, rolling onto her side and facing her father. In the dim light, she appears to be studying her father’s rather muscular body as he seems to ignore her, staring up at the ceiling.
“Goodnight, Megan,” Jacob whispers in a low, uncertain voice…maybe afraid that speaking will start another argument.
“Goodnight, Dad,” she whispers back. A few minutes pass quietly. Finally, Megan reaches out with one hand and closes it around her father’s hand. He starts slightly, not expecting it, but takes her hand. Silence continues until Megan’s eyes finally close and she begins to softly snore.
Then and only then, does Jacob turn and stare at his daughter. There is a father’s love in his eyes, but much more. His eyes roam hungrily over his daughter’s lithe body…staring at her with the hunger of a starving man. He catches himself several times reaching out with his hand to caress her. Jacob mutters, “Damn it,” under his breath and turns away from her…his free hand moving down against his again tented shorts and rubs his cotton covered erection with regret before he finally falls asleep.
The next morning, Jacob awakes early, the habits ingrained from many years of rising early every morning. He explores the shower alcove, emptying his bladder and then, glancing continuously back at his daughter, takes a quick shower. Finished, he stands and lets himself air dry while staring hungrily at Megan…his cock hardening again, until he begins to stroke himself, halting only as Megan sighs and begins to stir. Hastily and with some distaste, Jacob dons his old shorts. When Megan awakes a few minutes later, she finds her father vigorously doing pushups.
He studiously ignores her as she wanders to the alcove and sitting on the toilet, pees without shame, staring at her father’s muscular form. She smirks as she wipes herself and then drops her thong panties to the floor. “Good morning, Dad!” she murmurs as she removes her bra.
Not glancing up, Jacob grunts, “Good morning, honey.” Megan frowns as he doesn’t look up and she turns and turns on the shower. I am interested in Jacob’s self control now. He tenses up as he hears the water running. A minute passes, then two. Jacob’s resolve doesn’t crumble until well into the third minute of his daughter’s shower.
Jacob glances up, his eyes widening as he gets his first glimpse of Megan’s naked, adult body. Soap suds cling to her nubile form, emphasizing her body, rather than concealing it. He stares at her high, proud breasts, nipples hard, standing out like erasers on the tips of pencils. He eyes travel downward, over her flat stomach and further south to discover her dainty pubic hair, shaved to a small rectangle above her vagina…labia lips fat and at this moment, slightly parted and glistening from the soapy water.
Megan’s father raises his eyes upward and gasps as he sees Megan looking back at him, a slight smile on her face, her hazel colored eyes offering a hint of possibilities. He is aware that his cock is suddenly fully erect and he turns away, sitting up with his back to his daughter and with some difficulty, begins to do sit-ups. Megan frowns at his sudden movement, but the frown quickly morphs into a naughty smile.
Jacob is still doing sit-ups when he hears the water shut off. Silence fills the room for long seconds until interrupted by Megan’s voice. “To hell with this thing!” she says and Jacob pauses in his workout when Megan’s bra flies over his head to hit the wall, followed quickly by her thong panties.
He stares at them like they are holy artifacts and after long seconds says, “Um…Megan, what are you doing? Put your, um…clothes back on!”
From behind him, he hears his daughter reply, “Like hell I will. You want to wear the same bra for more than a day, be my guest. Same goes for my thong…two days that thing has been up my ass…I am so over that!”
Jacob climbs to his feet and slowly turns. His daughter stands naked before him, running her fingers through her long, dark hair, trying to clear it of tangles. Jacob stares at his daughter and snaps, “Goddammit, girl. Get some clothes on! We can’t go naked here!”
Megan rolls her eyes in derision. She steps forward towards her father and cups her breasts, squeezing them as she approaches. “Hello! They’re just breasts, Dad! You know…boobs, knockers, titties? Everybody has ’em! Just tits, Daddy…no big deal!”
Jacob takes a step backwards for every step she takes toward him. Megan releases her breasts, one hand sliding downwards and between her legs, fingers slightly parting her already blooming vaginal lips. And it’s just a vagina, Father! You know…pussy, twat, cunt! No big deal…I’m sure you’ve seen your share of pussies, huh Dad?”
“For Christ’s sake, Megan, control yourself. Put your clothes back on!” Jacob stammers, absolutely flustered.
“Being naked is no big deal, Dad!” Megan fires back. “And it’s sure better than walking around in nasty underwear. Besides, if the news guys are right…and us getting naked is what gets this Creep off, then maybe the sooner we get naked, the sooner we can get the fuck out of here!”
Megan turns around and returns to running her fingers through her hair, leaving her father to stare at his daughter’s taut, shapely ass cheeks. He almost groans when Megan suddenly bends over, letting her hair fall over in front of her face as she works to get the tangles out. In doing so, she exposes her pussy, her labia parted to reveal wet, tender cunt flesh.
Jacob unconsciously rubs the front of his bulging shorts, seeking relief no doubt, from the powerful ache I’m sure he is feeling. He turns away, facing the opposite wall and says, “You…I mean we can’t do this, Megan. Put your clothes back on.” All he gets from his daughter is a snort of derision.
He walks over and picks up Megan’s panties and bra. He stares intently at his child’s soiled thong panties and for a moment his nostrils are flaring so much that I almost expect him to bury his nose in them and inhale her scent. Instead, he turns and stalks up alongside his daughter, his eyes roaming over her still bent over form, and he says as he holds out her underwear, “I’m your father, now do what I say!”
Megan straightens up and steps closer until her hard nipples are almost brushing her father’s bare chest. “Read my lips, Daddy,” she snarls with disdain. “NO!” She steps away from him, walking along the walls of the room. “I’m naked until I get some clean clothes, so deal with it, Dad! Stare if you want to…look away if you want. I don’t care!”
She ignores him while he stands there for several minutes with her wadded up underwear in his hands and then with an evil grin, says. “I don’t care if you go naked or not, but those shorts are starting to get rank too!”
The rest of the morning is spent in an uncomfortable silence. Jacob tries to ignore his naked daughter, but time and time again, he finds himself staring at Megan’s beautiful body. Megan doesn’t make it easier, not attempting any kind of modesty…she sits or lies down as she feels appropriate…legs often spread carelessly, showing off the moist, pink treasure between her thighs.
Shortly after lunch, Jacob takes his daughter’s underwear into the alcove and washes them out as she watches with amusement. He wrings them out and brings them back into the room and hangs them over the chair to dry. Megan is stretched out on the bed, looking radiant in all her delicious glory. Jacob’s eyes roam over her body. Megan looks at her wet undies, laughs and says, “I don’t think so!”
Jacob’s daughter eyes the almost constant bulge in her father’s pant. “I think you need to get out of those shorts, Dad. They smell and it looks like things are anxious to bust loose anyway!” She reddens at her slightly risquĂŠ remark and grins up at her father.
Jacob’s eyes widen at her remark and he starts to raise his hand as if to slap her, then he checks himself. “I can’t believe you’ve become such a slut. I’m ashamed of you.”
Megan laughs and gives him her middle finger. “How would you know, Father dear? You’ve ignored me for the last six years. How the fuck would you know what I am?” Her voice is an attempt at lightheartedness but is thick with bitterness.
They descend back into silence…a silence that lasts long into the evening. Jacob makes of point of ignoring his daughter, but taking every opportune moment to peek at her nude body. Megan says not a word, but will stare at her father daringly every single time she catches him looking at her. Not until long after I’ve dimmed their lights does the silence break.
Both father and daughter are lying prone on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Jacob works himself up to speak, the tension evident in his clenched jaw. “I’m sorry I called you a slut, Megan.” After a long silence, he continues. “Goodnight, Megan. I-I love you.” He reaches out a hand to his daughter.
With a soft sigh, Megan whispers back, “I know, Daddy. Good night.” She lets her arm drop from her body and she takes her father’s hand for a moment, letting her fingers slip over his as if she was wiping them off. She rolls over away from her father, who is running his fingers over the wetness he suddenly feels on them. He brings his hand to his nose and sniffs. His nostrils flare widely even as his semi-erect penis stirs. He glances over at Megan and then hesitantly licks his fingers. Jacob groans and his cock stands at full mast, jutting out against his soiled shorts. He had no clue that in the almost darkness, his daughter has been fingering her pussy in a slow and lazy fashion.
Several minutes pass. Jacob’s erection does not waver in the slightest. He can’t seem to stop bringing his fingers to his nose. Finally, he eases off the bed and walks quickly into the alcove. His fingers are a blur as he stands over the toilet masturbating quietly but furiously. It doesn’t take long and he explodes; his huge wad of cum splattering noisily into the commode bowl. He bites his lower lip and tries to remain silent. On shaky legs he returns to bed, turning away from his daughter’s naked form.
He doesn’t see his daughter, still awake, an evil smile on her lips.
The next morning, Jacob awakes first again. He gets up and relieves himself. He stops at the entrance to the shower alcove and stares at his daughter, sprawled on the bed. His cock hardens again and he turns and turns on the shower, shucking his shorts. I admire his restraint as he resists more than a few strokes of his aroused, swollen organ. He ends the shower and is about to pull on his dirty shorts when he glances into the room.
Megan is awake and sitting up, her arms wrapped around her pulled up knees, intentionally or accidentally exposing her almost bald pussy. She shakes her head in disgust, saying, “You should just let it go, Dad. Those things are almost stiff enough to stand up by themselves.”
Jacob finishes pulling them up, grimacing as he does. “And you should cover up. Your things should be dry by now.”
Megan rolls over and pulls her underwear from the chair. She fondles them and sniffs them and then drops them to the floor. “They’re still damp and they smell funky. Ain’t no way I’m going to wear them.” She rolls back over, raising one knee up, offering her father a splendid view of her vagina. “And your shorts look pretty damn nasty, Dad. Take them off. We’re both grown-ups now…it’s no big deal being naked. You don’t have anything I’ve not seen before.”
Jacob stands there for a moment and then sighs. He is a man who doesn’t like to concede defeat, but three days in those shorts have rendered them very unpleasant. In an abrupt motion, he shucks them off again and in disgust, kicks them into a corner.
It is Megan’s turn to widen her eyes. Jacob’s cock is fully erect, pointing straight out from him towards her. As he feels her eyes upon him, his long, thick penis jerks to an even more upright position, almost slapping him in the stomach.
Megan climbs from the bed and strolls by her father on her way to the shower. She smiles as she reaches out and brushes his arm with her fingers. “Okay, Dad. I admit I was wrong. I haven’t seen anything quite that big before.” She giggles and rushes off to the shower. She takes a long, sensual shower, taking her time to soap up her body, caressing herself until her spying father looks ready to explode. Megan struts around wet and naked when her shower is over as she again uses her fingers to get the tangles out of her hair.
As her father ogles her body, she loudly complains about the lack of a hair brush. Getting a painful strand of hair cleared, she looked up at the ceiling, “The least you could have done, Creep, is left me a fucking hairbrush!”
I key my microphone and reply, “NOTED, MEGAN. I’LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO.” Megan jumps, startled at my voice. Even confined, a day or two without my voice and it is so easy to forget I am there.
“You scared the crap out of me!” she growls. She looks around at the ceiling…searching for a camera. “Are you happy, Creep?” she asks. “We’re naked! Are you getting a good look or do you need a better peek?” As she did when she confronted her father the previous day, she manhandles her breasts, lifting them upwards as if offering them to me. I’d be lying if I said my mouth wasn’t watering at the thought of sucking her lovely, uprights mounds of flesh.
Before I can reply, her father rushes across the room and grabs her by the arm. “Stop it! We don’t know what we’re dealing with! We don’t know what will set him off!”
Megan angrily jerks away from Jacob. “Back off, Daddy! You do what you think is best, I’ll do what I want!” She bounces away from him and leaps into the bed. “Hey, Creep! How about this? Is this what you want?” Rolling onto her back, Megan extends herself into a spread-eagled position, her labia lips parting. I think she’s terrified, angry, and turned on all at the same time. “How’s that for a beaver shot, huh? Is this what you were hoping for?”
“YOU’RE VERY LOVELY, MEGAN,” I reply. “BUT, I DO NOT REQUIRE ANYTHING OF YOU, BUT TO BE MY GUEST FOR A SHORT WHILE.” I cut the mike off and resume my observation of father and daughter.
Jacob is furious. He towers over his naked daughter, shaking a finger at her like he scolding a naughty child. “That was so stupid, Megan!” he says. “We haven’t a clue about who or what this guy is. We don’t know what might set him off. We know he’s released two families, but for all we know, he’s kidnapped and murdered dozens of others.”
Jacob’s words seem to be reaching his daughter, but in his ire, he goes too far and says, “So straighten your act up, Megan. Quit walking around acting like some street whore and act like the young lady I raised you up to be!”
Megan erupts in furious rage. “You didn’t raise me up to be anything, Father! You dumped me off to be raised by housemothers and nuns, Father! I’ll be and do anything I want! If I want to be ‘ladylike,’ I will. If I want to be a fucking slut, I will!” Megan glares up at her father, her face bright red with anger…and something more. “If I want to fuck the Creep, I will! If I want to fuck myself in front of you, Father, I will!”
As she says those words, Megan thrusts three fingers between her already blossoming cunt lips, ramming her fingers deep in her moist hole. Megan’s face contorts with the pain of the forceful thrust and from the pleasure of it as well. Through clenched teeth, she gasps, “A-And, Father, dear, there’s ahhhh, nothing you can do about itttahhh, unlessss you want to ahhhh, j-jack offfff!”
With astonishing fury, Megan begins to thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy in a blur of motion. Her other hand slides upward to her left breast and she teases her hard, pebble like nipples. All the tension of the past few days seems to be focused on her fingers plunging in and out of her wet, slick pussy. There is anger on her face…and lust…and need.
Jacob stands there for long seconds, his mouth gaping open in astonishment as his daughter writhes and twists on the bed as she finger fucks her wet snatch. His body trembles with desire and indecision. His mouth moves wordlessly until finally he manages to rasp out, “Megan…stop. This is awful. It’s wrong…insane.”
Megan is bucking upwards with her hips. “There’s ahhhh nothing bad going onnn, Daddddyyy!” she pants. “If…if there’s something wrong about mmmm, pleasuring myself…ahhhhhmmm, why is your dick hard, Daddy?”
Jacob is startled as he realizes that again his cock is so stiff it is slapping at his stomach. He spins away, staggering against the nearest wall. He rests his head against the cool concrete and tries to close his eyes, but he can’t…unable to resist the urge to turn and look at his masturbating daughter time and again.
Megan’s pleasure grows, building, urged on by her anger. She adds a fourth finger, almost fist fucking herself. Sweat pours off her naked body, making her fair skin glisten. Her moans give way to sobs of joy. Jacob cannot stop staring and his right hand wraps around his swollen cock and begins to stroke.
Tears run down Megan’s face as she watches her father masturbating as he watches her pleasure herself. “Do I make aaaagoddd, make you hard, Daddyyy!” Her four fingers have her labia split wide…showing the juices that are absolutely pouring from her wet twat. Her fingers are thickly coated with her cunt cream.
I hold my breath as both approach climax. Jacob is now crying as well, his hand working in a blur up and down his shaft while Megan struggles for breath, taunting and urging her father on!
“Do you…yesssss! Do you likeee watching meee ohhhhh Dadddyyyy! Am I making youuu cummm?” she gasps in a ragged, lust ridden voice.
Jacob sobs and then begins ejaculating, his seed splashing against the wall. He struggles to continue standing as his knees begin to buckle. His eyes never leave his daughter.
The sight of her father ejaculating sends Megan over the edge and she shrilly screams, “DADDDDYYYY!” and goes into orgasm, her body going into helpless spasms as she buries her fingers inside her wet pussy, pressing them deep into her womb. Her body is wracked with waves of ecstasy for long minutes, before she collapses in a sweaty heap. Father and daughter stare at each other, both gasping for breath, both taking deep draughts of the air laden with the mixed, heady scent of their desires.
I wonder if this is the moment. Their gasps for air fade, giving way to the most strained silence the I-Room has ever experienced. Jacob wipes tears off his face…expressions of shame and desire warring for control of his face. His eyes bulge with hints of madness and I fear for the success of this particular experiment. He staggers over to the chair next to the bed, takes it and turns it towards the wall and sits down.
Megan curls up on her side, watching him, her facial expressions a mix of ire and need. I wait for one to say something to the other, but neither speaks. The silence lengthens…seconds growing into minutes growing into hours. Megan watches her father intently for some sign…anger, love, lust, I’m not sure. Jacob rarely glances her way, although when he does glance over, intense longing seems to be the overriding emotion on his face. Lunch passes and both eat in silence…they take supper in a quiet that is almost deafening in its intensity.
Megan spends the early evening hours roaming along the walls of the room, looking like a lioness on the prowl. She seems to shine with carnal need. I can almost smell the scent of her aroused cunt. A sexual flush seems to cover her entire body. Her nipples are hard to the point of throbbing. Jacob huddles in his chair, exerting as much self control as a man with a raging erection can.
When I finally dim the lights, Jacob slumps to the bed and collapses…his hard-on waving in the air as he stares up at the ceiling. A few minutes pass and Megan climbs up onto the bed, edging close to her father, lying on her side and staring at him. Long minutes will pass before Megan whispers, “I love you, Dad.” She reaches out a hand and rests it on her father’s chest.
Jacob sighs at the touch of his daughter’s hand. “I love you, too,” he mutters back in a voice thick with emotion. He doesn’t move though. I really expect something to happen, but although both remain awake a very long time, neither one speaks or makes a move. I wait until both are sound asleep and then add something to the air mix to ensure several restful hours of slumber. I then enter the I-Room and leave a little gift.
The next morning begins as the others have begun. Jacob is up first. He quickly notices the item I’ve left. He picks it up, studies it, shakes his head and returns it to where he left it. He showers and walks around, letting the air dry his naked body, ogling his daughter’s beautiful form.
Megan awakes to her father looking at her, his cock standing up at attention in tribute to her loveliness. Her face is a mixture of emotions as yesterday’s events are remembered. Anger, Love, Embarrassment, Lust. Almost self consciously, she slides by her father, saying, “Good Morning,” in a quiet voice as she passes him…his erect cock almost brushing her thigh.
Jacob tries to smile and in a hoarse voice replies, “Good morning, honey.” He watches her hungrily as she sits and pees and then showers. He sighs unhappily like a man who knows what he wants, but doesn’t know how to get it.
Megan is aware of her father openly staring at her and her eyes are drawn again and again to his long, thick penis which actually grows a bit more as she lathers up her body. She spends a good deal of time soaping and washing her vagina, labia already blooming to reveal the tender, pink flesh beneath, running her fingers over and through her already aroused pussy.
She emerges from her shower engaged in the now daily ritual of trying to use her fingers to comb out the tangles in her long, black hair. Jacob clears his throat and says, “Um…the Creep left you a present, I think.” He reaches over and picks the hairbrush off the wooden chair and offers it to his daughter.
Megan squeals happily and her smile is so sweet and engaging, one could easily fall in love with her. “I can’t believe it. He actually gave me a brush!” She spins and bounces around, joyfully, a beautiful sight that makes my slight effort worth the time spent a hundredfold. Megan looks up at the ceiling and shouts, “Thank you, Creep!”
I key my mike and reply, “YOU’RE WELCOME, DEAR.” I click the microphone off, choosing not to engage them now. Despite my little gift, the tension in the room is incredibly thick. I suspect that today things will happen.
Megan happily begins to brush out her hair while her father watches her with a slight smile. Soon enough, she encounters some serious resistance, as in just a few short days, she has developed some nasty snarls in her hair.
Jacob watches her struggle with the tangles for a few minutes and then says in a low voice. “I could help you with that, Megan.”
His daughter turns and looks at him, her expression one of surprise and skepticism giving way to a pleased, almost shy smile. “I’d like that, Dad,” she says in a quiet, almost childlike voice…the first really peaceful words she has spoken to her father since they first awoke here.
She takes a seat in the wooden chair and her father takes the brush and standing behind her, begins to brush the tangles out of her hair. There are several sharp tugs and a few winces and whimpers from Megan before the tangles are gone. Jacob continues to brush her hair as it dries from her shower. Both seem at peace for the first time, although the sexual tension is still thick within the room. Although both father and daughter are calm, they both appear aroused.
Megan’s nipples are hard, pebbly things and her legs are slightly parted, revealing her blossoming cunt lips, her pink meat glistening with sexual excitement. Jacob’s penis is rock hard and is slipping between the wide slats of the chair back to poke his daughter in the back, although Megan shows no outward sign of the contact.
As Jacob works, Megan’s hair regains its glossy sheen. “This is nice,” purrs Megan.
“Yes, it is,” murmurs her father in reply as he strokes her hair again and again.
“I used to love it when you brushed my hair after my bath when I was younger,” says Megan. “That was my favorite times.”
“Mine too, sweetheart,” says Jacob his voice full of love and regret.
“I remember that last night on Martha’s Vineyard; we were staying at that beach house on vacation when I was fourteen. The weather had been so wonderful…we’d played on the beach all day long and you took me sailing, Dad. Remember that?”
Jacob smiles and nods his head. “I remember, Megan.”
“That last night, we sat on the deck and watched that storm off shore…lightning flashing on the horizon. I’d taken a shower and we were sitting in that big deck chair and you brushed my hair for what seemed like hours. That was the most perfect moment of my life,” said Megan in a small voice.
“I was so happy and in love with you, Daddy. I knew you loved me…I could feel it just like I can feel it now.” Megan’s voice begins to rise…suddenly I can hear the anger building up.
Abruptly she stands up and swings around on her father. “And two fucking weeks later, you dumped me in that fucking boarding school!” She shakes a fist at her father, who backs up abruptly. “Why? Why did you abandon me like that? What made you stop loving me?”
Jacob’s face is etched with misery as he stammers. “I never stopped loving you. I, uh, I did what was best…you needed better looking after because of uh, demands of work!”
“BULLSHIT, DADDY!” screams Megan. “I loved you! I was in love with you! You were my everything…my life! And you fucking abandoned me!” She rushes her father and begins to pummel his chest with her fists.
Jacob is appalled by the onslaught. He reaches out and grabs her by the wrists. “No, Megan, don’t!” he begs. “I love you. I’ve always loved you. I didn’t abandon you. It was for your own good!”
Tears flow down Megan’s face as she says, “How could leaving me be for my own good! I loved you…I thought you loved me and you went away…even in summer, you kept me in boarding schools and camps! Why?” She screams her question into her father’s face. “WHY?”
Shame flows across Jacob’s face as he mutters, “Because…because I loved you too much. I was afraid of what I might…might do to you!”
Shock widens Megan’s eyes. “Do? Do to me? What do you…?” Realization flows into Megan’s face. She breaks loose one hand and grabs hold of her father’s enormous erect penis. “You were afraid of fucking me with this thing?”
His face bright red with embarrassment, Jacob nods silently.”
This does not mollify Megan. “Fine…that explains things when I was young, but…” Her voice trails off and she squeezes her father’s cock till he moans and she is again nose to nose with him. “What about once I turned eighteen? YOU KNEW I LOVED YOU…EVERY GUY I EVER FUCKED I WAS PRETENDING IT WAS YOU!” She is sobbing now.
“I loved you so much…if you loved me, why didn’t you come to me and deal with how you felt…how I felt!” Megan releases her tight grip on her father’s cock, easing to a gentle stroke. Suddenly she leans forward and kisses her father roughly, her tongue running over his lips and forcing its way into his mouth.
Jacob grunts and tries to back away, running into the wall. “Megan, stop…we …we can’t do this.”
Megan pursues like an unstoppable force. “Tell me you don’t want it,” she says. Megan again kisses her father, thrusting her tongue hungrily into his mouth even as she slowly strokes his hard dick. Jacob groans and responds to the kiss, releasing her other arm even as he offers his daughter his tongue. They kiss passionately for a long minute.
Jacob breaks the kiss, gasping. “It’s wrong, Megan. You’re my daughter…you can’t…”
Megan grins evilly at her father. “You want it,” she hisses and suddenly drops to her knees. “You want your daughter to do this…you want your Megan to suck this cock, don’t you, Daddy?” Megan takes her father’s penis into her wide open mouth, sucking his cock with experienced ease. Up and down, her head bobs as she takes more and more of Jacob’s cock, until her lips are brushing his pubic hairs. The whole time, Megan is looking up at her father with soulful hazel eyes that match his own.
With a loud smack of her lips, Megan releases her father’s cock from her lips, a string of saliva and precum linking father and daughter, cock to lips. “You like it don’t you, Daddy…you like your baby girl sucking your big cock!” There is anger in her voice, and sarcasm, and underneath it all, hopefulness.
Jacob is speechless and he can only groan as he watches Megan return to his cock, sucking and licking with mad abandon…sucking him as if at any moment, this precious thing that she has longed for, for so many years, may yet be denied her. His cock becomes slick with his daughter’s saliva, her eyes always looking upward, even as his fingers intertwine in her luxurious black hair, urging her to move even faster up and down his swelling cock!
Jacob cries out in sudden orgasmic pleasure and Megan makes gobbling sounds as she expertly drinks the hot, creamy semen of her father that suddenly explodes into her mouth. Despite her obvious and experienced talent, so much man cream is flooding into her, she can’t swallow it fast enough and thick globes escape her luscious lips and oozes down her chin. Jacob’s knees buckle and only by leaning against the wall does he manage to stay upright. He sobs with joy and love, “Oh my God, Megan! I love you! I’ve dreamed of you doing that!”
Megan is still working furiously and does her level best to not allow her father to grow flaccid. She sucks his cock, milking every last available drop of sperm even as she maintains his erection. Satisfied with his erection, she releases him and falls backwards, now in a horizontal position, propping herself up by her elbows. Megan grins at Jacob through cum smeared lips and sneers, “Is that all you ever dreamed of Daddy? Don’t you want a little of this?” She relaxed onto her back and spreads her legs even as her hands spread wide her labia lips, revealing her sopping wet cunt flesh. Her inner thighs glisten from her freely flowing pussy juices. She thrusts her pelvis upwards, offering herself to her father. “Didn’t you ever dream of fucking me, Daddy?”
Jacob’s eyes widen and with a feral growl, he is upon his daughter’s body, kissing her passionately as he climbs between her legs, cock hard and seeking shelter in Megan’s hot, steamy cunt.
They literally catch me off guard. I barely have time to key the microphone and speak before Jacob can thrust his cock into his daughter’s vagina.
“THE MOMENT OF TRUTH IS AT HAND!” I announce as I release the magnetic lock on the door, allowing it to swing open. “YOU HAVE DISCOVERED THE BASIC TRUTH ABOUT YOURSELVES. YOU MAY PROCEED TO EXPLORE THIS NEW ASPECT OF YOUR LIVES OR YOU MAY CHOOSE TO LEAVE.”
Megan gasps, thrusting her pelvis up in an effort to capture her father’s cock with her clasping pussy. She looks over at the open door in shock and dismay. Jacob gazes at the door for long seconds, frozen immobile, his erect penis brushing the wet, tender edges of his daughter’s labia.
Megan moans and whispers, “No, Daddy, please!” She flings her pelvis upwards, enveloping her father’s swollen cockhead in her pussy. “Fuck meee, Daddy. I’ve waited for soooo long! Fuck me now, Daddy!”
At the sensation of Megan’s hot, slippery cunt flesh, Jacob turns and looks down at her with lust glazed eyes. With a wordless snarl, he thrusts his cock into Megan’s pussy, burying himself inside her to the root in one swift motion. He wiggles his hips and then begins to piston himself madly in and out of his daughter’s cunt.
Megan screams in joy, pain, and delight, as Jacob pounds his cock into her pussy again and again. Her legs rise up and wrap around his back, heels digging into his taut ass cheeks, urging her father to sink his cock into her, more deeply and more quickly!
Father and daughter kiss passionately, tongues dueling, licking and biting at each other like lust maddened animals. Their incestuous lovemaking is virtually wordless at this point. Groans and cries of sexual abandonment fill the air.
I grin to myself as I realize both are oblivious to the fact that they are making fierce love on a cold, concrete floor with a polyurethane coating. What pain they might be feeling from that is overwhelmed by the fierce carnal dance they are performing.
Megan’s fingernails tear down Jacob’s back as he bites and tugs on her engorged nipples. Her fingernails dig in to his butt above her feet, urging him to fuck her harder. Their bodies are slick with fuck sweat and with Megan’s juices which are literally pooling beneath her raised ass. With each stroke of her father’s cock, a stream of cunt cream pours forth…his cock is coated with her juices. Megan leaves love bits all over her father’s chest and neck, drawing blood several times. Like cats in heat, their lovemaking is intense, passionate and violent, building in intensity as they approach climax.
Tears are pouring down Megan’s cheeks, so powerful is the incestuous pleasure coursing through her body. As she begins to writhe under her father’s strong body, she manages to sob, “I…Love…You…Daddy!”
Jacob sobs helplessly, so swept up in the moment that he has dreaded and dreamed of for years. At his daughter’s words, he can contain himself no more and with a shout of ecstatic triumph, thrusts deep into Megan’s pussy, and begins to cum inside his daughter’s womb! Megan’s orgasm detonates as her father’s seed bathes her insides and father and daughter clasp each other’s sweaty bodies tightly as they ride their incestuous orgasm to completion.
As they return to Earth, Jacob, his cock still tightly clasped by Megan’s pussy, rolls over, allowing his panting daughter to rest atop his heaving chest. Between gasps for air, father and daughter kiss, tenderly one moment, passionately the next. Megan’s slender legs drape down on each side of her father, revealing a wet pussy, jammed with cockmeat and dripping semen. Her labia visibly tremble with the little orgasmic aftershocks that continue to ripple over her body.
Still teary-eyed, she whispers to her father, “I love you, Dad! I’m coming home. I’m leaving school and I’m coming home forever. I’m not going to spend another day without you, Dad.” She squeezes his still stiff cock for emphasis as she kisses him and whispers, “I’m never letting go of you, Daddy!”
Jacob kisses her tear-streaked face, nodding in agreement. “I love you too, Megan. My sweet little darling, can you ever forgive me for all the lost years?” he sighs, barely in control of his emotions.
His daughter kisses him tenderly…all anger seemingly vanished. “Just keep making love to me, Dad. As long as I’m in your arms, everything is alright.” Again she massages his cock with her cunt for emphasis.
Jacob growls again and sits up with Megan in his lap now. Carefully with his hands on her hips and her arms wrapped around his neck, he moves into a kneeling position and then with great caution he slowly rises to his feet, his daughter still impaled on his immense erection. Megan moans softly as he walks them to the bed, her legs now wrapped tight around his waist, her juices running heavily, leaving cum drops on the floor.
With the same care, Jacob eases himself and his daughter onto the bed, his cock never leaving her wet, tight pussy! With amazing tenderness, Jacob begins to fuck his daughter, slowly thrusting in and out of Megan’s jism drenched cunt. Father and daughter make love slowly. What had been violent animal passion earlier is now pure love expressed between Megan and her father…love on every level, joining them body and soul. In awe and appreciation, I gaze upon the purity of incestuous love as Jacob and his child become one being, perfect in its erotic simplicity.
This bout of lovemaking between the newly joined father and daughter lasts and last…Jacob steadied by two previous orgasms lasts for a long time. Megan mewls and coos words of love to her father between orgasms. The room becomes humid and thick with their sweat and scents as father thrusts his cock into daughter’s steamy wet pussy again and again, daughter thrusting her body upwards to meet father’s thick meat slipping inside her hungry cunt.
As time passes, Jacob rolls himself and Megan over, placing her on top. His daughter grins lewdly as she moves her legs to a squat position and begins to piston herself up and down on her father’s swollen penis. Sweat drips off her face, long, black hair swaying as she rides Jacob, her firm breasts jiggling enticingly. A last orgasm begins to grow inside of her and she sighs, “I love you, Daddy!” before becoming slack jawed, eyes glazed with incestuous joy as she begins to orgasm and orgasm and orgasm. The view of his daughter quivering with incestuous ecstasy while impaled on his massive cock is too much for Jacob and he thrusts upward one last time and begins to fill Megan’s womb with his thick semen again.
Time seems to stand still as daughter and father are locked together in orgasm. Finally, Megan collapses on top of her father. She whimpers as Jacob’s penis finally succumbs to weariness and deflates and slips from Megan’s semen packed cunt with a wet plop. Jacob kisses his daughter’s tears away and both fall into a deep, restful sleep.
They awake several hours later in each other’s arms. They both smile and kiss. I see no visible signs of shame or remorse. They cuddle for a long time before noticing the “honeymoon” gift of champagne, fruit, and cheese, I have left them.
As they examine my gift, I finally speak. “IF I MAY INTRUDE,” I begin. “I WISH TO THANK YOU FOR THE PRIVELEGE OF SEEING THE TWO OF YOU MAKING LOVE. IT WAS INSPIRATIONAL TO SAY THE LEAST.
“You’re welcome,” replies Megan in a subdued voice.
Jacob stares up at the ceiling for a long time before responding. “Is this what you do? Bring family together so they’ll commit incest? Is that what happened to the others?”
“I WILL DECLINE TO ANSWER THAT, JACOB. ALL VISITORS TO MY I-ROOM DESERVE DISCRETION. WHAT OCCURS IN THE I-ROOM STAYS IN THE I-ROOM.
Jacob cocks his eyebrow in curiosity. “But you brought us here hoping that we’d fuck…um, have sex?”
“I BROUGHT YOU HERE TO LEARN THE TRUTH ABOUT YOURSELVES. THAT IS MY ULTIMATE GOAL FOR ALL MY GUESTS. TO LEARN THE TRUTH ABOUT THEMSELVES…TO FULLFILL THEIR POTENTIAL. IN THE WORLD OUTSIDE, THERE ARE SO MANY BARRIERS THAT PREVENT US FROM SEEING THE TRUTH. THAT STOP US FROM PERCEIVING WHAT IS TRULY IMPORTANT. HERE, IN THIS ROOM, MY GUESTS CAN FACE WHAT IS REAL AND TRUTH AND ACT ON THE KNOWLEDGE GAINED.
“DO YOU, JACOB, REGRET WHAT HAS HAPPENED?”
Jacob blushes a little, but turns and puts his arm around his daughter’s waist and kisses her on the lips. “No. My only regret is denying my feelings longer than I should have.”
“AND MEGAN, ANY REGRETS?”
Megan shakes her head, smiling happily. “Only that you didn’t bring us here earlier. All my wishes have come true.” She says this even as she slips a hand down and begins to fondle her father’s semi-erect penis.
“What happens now, Creep?” asks Jacob.
” FOR THE NEXT SEVERAL DAYS, YOU WILL CONTINUE TO BE MY GUESTS…TO CONTINUE EXPLORING THE NEW WORLD YOU HAVE ENTERED. CONSIDER IT A HONEYMOON, MY GIFT TO YOU. AFTERWARDS…AFTERWARDS IS UP TO YOU. YOU HAVE LEARNED THE ESSENTIAL TRUTH ABOUT YOURSELVES. WILL YOU REMAIN LOVERS?”
“Yes!” says Megan emphatically! “Now that I’ve had him, I’ll never give my father up!”
Jacob grins and shrugs his shoulders. “I’ve learned I’m not going to win any arguments with her.”
I laugh in agreement. I bid them good day and remain quiet, allowing them to resume their discoveries of each other. And discover each other they do. I observe as they treasure each little discovery of each other. Megan astonished at how accomplished her father is at cunnilingus, seeming to know exactly where and what to kiss and tongue, seeking and finding every special pleasure spot of her pussy, making her cum so powerfully, that she literally showers his face with her pussy juices.. Jacob ejaculating in disbelief at the marvelous control his daughter has over her cunt muscles. I am enraptured watching both discovering that they are each anal virgins and their efforts to explore that aspect of their sexuality.
Theirs is a splendid and entertaining relationship to watch. Daughter a liberal, Father a conservative…they argue about everything, but in the end, always making up with passionate, incestuous lovemaking.
A week passes in which Megan and Jacob hungrily feast on each other, becoming inebriated with newly discovered depths of incestuous love. Their last night they go to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, bodies slick with fuck sweat. They awake in bed in a good hotel near their home. They talk a long time, astonished that they are suddenly free. They talk about what they are about to face and how to deal with it. They end with a last, passionate bout of lovemaking.
The media storm explodes as Jacob alerts his superiors of his return. His position as an agent of the FBI makes the media frenzy more frantic than ever. But, (and I am pleased to hear it), both father and daughter parrot the same testimony as my previous guests have provided. No mention is made or even hinted of their newfound relationship.
When questions of sexual activity are asked, Jacob relies on the discretion of the brotherhood of law enforcement to quash such speculations. Privately, the officials challenge Jacob on what happened, although he and his daughter stick to their specific stories. His role as an investigator in the previous episodes is speculated as a possible motive as to his “abduction” as well, leading authorities to place surveillance on the investigators as well.
As the media circus pulls up stakes and moves on to the next big story, Jacob quietly submits his resignation, ending a distinguished twenty-eight year career. He and his daughter move to Boston where he uses his reputation and contacts to begin a security consulting firm. Megan works as his personal assistant. At home, they are living as husband and wife. Each continues to surprise the other with their sexual skills.
Six months after their visit to the I-Room, I send my attorney to them to give them a deposit book for five hundred thousand dollars and an offer to live on my remote island, free from discrimination and ignorance. Much to my representative’s surprise (and mine as well), Jacob refuses the money and the offer to come live with us. He flatly tells my attorney that while he appreciates that I have helped Megan and him to find a new life together, he finds the thought of taking money distasteful, perhaps even unethical. He also informs my representative that Megan and he are quite happy with their new lives and to thank me for that most valuable gift.
I am saddened that they haven’t chosen to share their lives with my special community, but am happy knowing that they have taken the huge step to realize their full potential as each other’s lover. I will always take care to watch Jacob and Megan. Their lives are worth taking note. In the time that has passed they have become closer…both as father and daughter and as lovers. So far, their union has borne only the fruit of their own happiness. But I know that more benefits will come. Megan has asked her father to give her a son.
Once again, I deem the I-Room to be a success. I will continue forward and anticipate the I-Room’s next visitors.

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The Spanking

Hey all!! Thanks for being patient with me! Sorry for the hiatus, lots of shit going on. Life altering shit in fact. So until I get back to David and the girls, a little something to let you know I’m still here. Peace, Vyper

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Birthday Dinner

It was david’s birthday.
Unlike regular birthdays, which came with presents, cake, and maybe a party, david’s birthdays only meant one thing: a brief reprieve from his daily duties and, perhaps more importantly, his mistress’s seemingly innumerable perversions. Today was his first break from Emma for 364 days, and to celebrate, she had made him dinner.
A whole steak (medium rare), mashed potatoes and some vegetables sat steaming on a plate on the edge of the dining table. It smelled amazing; saliva was building up at an almost uncontrollable rate in david’s mouth. It wasn’t often he was allowed to eat so much in one sitting – in order to keep his ass clean, Emma kept in place a harsh meal and enema schedule, which involved plenty of roughage, and plenty of deep, oily enemas.
Emma was sitting at the table in casual attire: a pink singlet, jeans, and white socks. Her shoulder-length blonde hair wasn’t tied up in a tight, cruel bun like usual – today it was just as free as david. Her sharp features, however, remained. Even the light smile she wore didn’t do much about those. david himself was in jeans ans a plain white t-shirt – the only plain clothes Emma kept for him. Everything else was leather or latex.
david was standing in the doorway, staring at the food. Emma giggled a little.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, with a grin.
Habit kept david from doing much without being prompted by his mistress. “I was waiting, m-” Emma had told him at the beginning of the day that he wouldn’t need to say the word “mistress” after saying anything to her – another habit he found hard to break. “I was waiting.”
“Nonsense,” she said, standing up. “It’s your birthday.” She beckoned to him.
He walked to the table, entranced by the aromas coming from the plate. He was about to pull out a chair before she spoke again.
“Stop.”
He froze immediately – another habit.
Emma drifted over to david, and placed a hand on his stomach. She caressed his belly a little, then put her face to his ear, and whispered, “Take off your clothes.”
david did so as fast as he could. He pulled the baggy jeans off clumsily, nearly tripping over, but still, he never took his eyes off the food.
“Now,” said Emma, sitting back down. “I’ve been thinking about what to get you for your birthday for quite some time, and it’s only just occurred to me what I think you’d really like.”
“What’s that?” asked david.
Her voice came down like a whip. “What’s that, mistress.”
david gulped. “What’s that, mistress?”
“An extra day of servitude, slave. I don’t want to waste a day each year pandering to some kind of normality. I want to control you, to humiliate you, to degrade you every single hour of every single day.”
She paused, allowing david a moment to respond. He said nothing.
“And it came to mind that that’s just what you want as well, isn’t it?”
“Yes, mistress,” he said.
“That’s good. Now, cum on your birthday dinner.” She smirked.
david’s heart sunk. “Mistress, I-”
“Cum on your dinner, slave”
david didn’t think twice. He started jerking his half-erect cock, whilst Emma looked on in evident glee. He felt his face turn red as his cock grew more and more erect until it was fully engorged.
“Cum,” said Emma.
The command triggered an intense rush of pleasure in david – it rippled all through his body and ended on the tip of his cock. Like any good slave, he had been trained to cum on command. In the brief moments he had, he pointed his dick at the plate, before spurting his cum all over it. Four, five, six, seven pulsing waves of sticky, white semen were sent onto the food – and as the pleasure drifted from his cock, david realized what had to happen next.
“Now sit,” said Emma, getting up again.
“Yes, mistress,” said david, and he drew the seat from beneath the table. He was surprised to see a large butt plug, sitting at its center. The reason he was surprised was because his eating schedule had not been in effect all day, meaning nothing would be going up his ass without getting dirty. He suspected that Emma didn’t really mind about that, however.
“I want you to sit on it,” she said. “I’m going to fetch some things, and when I come back, that thing better be all the way up, and you better be tucking in to your creamy birthday dinner.” She strutted from the room.
david didn’t hesitate. He quickly probed his ass with a finger to gauge its tightness. Today was also the first day of the past year during which he was not required to wear his training plug – something that had caused his anus to tighten back to a regular level. He bent down hastily, and took the 1.5-inch-wide black plug in his mouth, spitting up as much saliva as he possibly could. To his confusion, his tongue found a small hole at its top – he continued, however, not one to let curiosity stop his task. He made sure to spit out a little extra saliva to ensure that it would go in on the first try – he wouldn’t be able to go ass-to-mouth today.
When it was satisfactorily lubricated, he sat on it. Although his asshole was tighter than usual, it opened just as fast as usual, welcoming the invader just as it had been trained to do. david let out a small groan as it slid up him, filling up his insides, which he suspected were already somewhat crowded. He passed the widest part of the plug, and the rest of it popped up into him, attaching him to the chair.
Not wanting to disappoint Emma, he pulled the plate toward him. The cum was thick and ropy, and was drizzled across most of the plate. There was no avoiding it, so he picked up the cutlery an cut himself a bite-size portion of the steak. It was pink in the middle, and released a peppery aroma as he sawed. A generous dollop of cum sat on the top, and was starting to drizzle over the side. He rammed it into his mouth before it could drip off, and started to chew.
The meat separated in his mouth, and the cum clung to itself and his teeth, coating them in that familiar, salty glue. The steak, he figured, was great, but it was hard to taste over the rich, warm cum. He swallowed, then licked the remaining semen from his gums and teeth. He shoveled some mashed potato onto his fork – at least he could swallow this all at once, cum and all, and hopefully not have to experience the bitterness. He brought it to his mouth and gulped it down. Not bad, but a little cum did end up stuck to the back of his throat.
“I’m baack,” sang Emma.
david turned, chewing some more cum-steak. Emma was holding a large metal stand, upon which hung a large enema bag, filled with…something. She placed it next to david.
“Are you enjoying your meal?” she queried.
“Yes, mistress.”
“That’s good.” She started fiddling with the rubber tube that extended from the bag. “Well,” she barked. “Did I ask you to stop eating?”
“No, mistress,” said david, who then hastily shoveled some more cum-covered potato into his mouth. He felt something under the chair, and figured she must be plugging the tube into the bottom of the plug – why else was the hole there?
Emma stood up, holding a large bulb in hand. The bulb was connected by a separate tube to the underside of the chair. “I have some birthday surprises for you,” she said, grinning. “Two, to be exact.”
david knew he didn’t need to say anything, and, to appease his mistress, cut a piece of steak that had on it an extra-large puddle of cum. He chewed that one slowly, ignoring the liquid as it spread through his mouth.
“The first,” she said, and squeezed, making the butt plug inflate slightly.
david struggled not to gasp and to continue chewing his food.
“Mmm. Did you like that?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Good. Would you like another?”
“Yes, mistress,” came the reply.
She squeezed again, and david felt the rubber push up against the sides of his anal cavity. The plug was getting taller and wider, all at the same time. She squeezed again, and again, and again, until david felt like his ass couldn’t give anymore – and then she squeezed again, and david squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain. It felt to be the size of a large fist – and david should know, because he’d experienced Emma’s clenched fist up his ass on numerous occasions, and her hand was, thankfully, quite small.
“Aww, I thought you were enjoying that,” said Emma, with another giggle.
david tried to correct himself out of fear of punishment. “No mistress, I-”
“Shut up,” said Emma. “Now, would you like your second surprise?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“I thought you might. Unlike the first surprise, this one isn’t actually a thing, like that lovely plug stuck up your hole. It’s a piece of information. See that mashed potato you’re enjoying?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“Not only is it filled with your – delicious, I’m sure – cum, but it’s also filled with a special ingredient – laxative. Which means, in a few minutes from now, I suspect, you’re going to start feeling the need to expel everything from your ass – and that’s not just because of the lovely mineral oil enema I’m about to give you. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“Yes, mistress.” david could feel it coming on already – a deep heavy feeling in his stomach, moving down towards his ass in pulses.
Emma did something under the chair, and david felt warm liquid start to fill his ass. He groaned out loud, uncaring of the possible repercussions. The bag, he now noticed, was extra large – it would take a while before he’s taken it all, and he would have to take it all, because that was one of Emma’s many rules.
Emma sat down, across from david. “How does it feel?”
“Wonderful, mistress,” said david, through gritted teeth.
“That’s good. Now, the choice is yours when you want me to remove the plug and fetch you a bucket. You can dump your insides just as soon as you finish dinner!” Emma laughed.
david stared down at the half-finished meal, constantly aware of his rapidly-filling insides and the overwhelming feeling of needing to expel their contents.
“Just make sure you get hard again, though,” said Emma, getting comfortable. “Because I bought a cake for you as well.”

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My Life, My love

As always I must preface this story by stating that I am now in my 50’s, but my realization that I am gay started at an early age. Both prepubescent and pubescent and will be told from my perspective at that time they occurred but they made me the man I am today. I am sorry if any of my stories offends you. I hope they will not only arouse you but give you a sense of understanding of the human urges and wants of this gay male. Enjoy! Amore’ Dolce

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Finding Love Along the Tracks Chapter 7- Chasing Trains

John, Kelsy and Brenda have fun as the two girls share John, Kelsy wants to go take pictures of Trains, and Brenda might have a boyfriend in her near future as we are introduced to another one of Johns many railfan friends, Jack. I know Jason, Scott, Shelby and Emily have not had a large role recently, but they will be making a return in the next chapter with a larger role, and there will be 2 additional series that I will be writing about their relationships as well.

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The College Experience Pt 2

Chapter Two
“Alright this is the room, my dude! Damn I can’t wait to get a buzz on, I’m so psyched I’m finally here!”
Keegan was nearly shaking with excitement as we neared the room he had heard about. Walking down the hall, we began to hear the bass thump of loud music reverberating against the thin dorm walls.
“This isn’t exactly incognito,” I said as we drew closer, “can’t freshmen get in trouble for drinking here?”
Keegan looked at me with a guffaw. “Ha! Look at this square! Nawh man, the bossman on this floor is cool. No worries!”
He knocked on the door with a wide grin. It opened at first with a crack after a heavy lock was turned. A face popped into view, then the door flew open in recognition.
“Awwwh, shit Key! Suuuup?”
The two embraced and slapped each other’s backs. From head to toe, they were almost indiscernibly similar to one another. In place of brand name sneakers, the one who opened the door had loafers. And he sported a very visible drunken sway with a red cup in hand.
“Zack man, yoooo! Zack, get a load of this kid, he’s my roommate. Let’s show him how sig nu’s DO!”
They awkwardly pawed some sort of high five together and made some animal like noises. Putting his arm around Keegan, Zack turned his back to me and announced to the room, “Someone get this pussy a beer!”
Left in the doorway, I took stock of the room. Filling the majority of the empty space were two small dressers facing one another with a large gap in between. They were made into a make shift beer pong table as two teams of two shot balls at opposite cups and talked trash. Stuffing the sides of the room, positioned on top of various sitting spaces, beds, desks and the one window sill were all kids with cups. The loud music underlined any conversation any of them could be having; it was blaring.
Not recognizing a single other person besides Keegan and his eerily similar boy buddy who were currently arm over shoulder and reciting some sort of drinking chant, I slowly shut the door behind me and made a move towards the fridge and hopefully some drinks.
Edging between conversations, drinks, arms, and a few dirty looks, I finally managed to open the fridge next to the window and grab a can of brew. I cracked it open, taking a sip when someone shoved a cup in my hand.
“Pour it in this. That way, anyone busts in here and you finish it up and can’t be tagged with shit. The room owner will get busted down for all the empties,” he pointed to a large stack in the corner as two freshly hollow cans were thrown on top.
“Uh, thanks,” I said to his back as he turned to whatever he was doing. Alone again, I noticed a thick, skunky scent to my right near the small window. An older kid with a ‘RESIDENTS ASSISTANT’ polo stood bent over trying unsuccessfully to blow smoke out of the screened window. “Fuck man, we need a fan,” he grumbled as the large cloud of smoke briefly exited and then entered the room in again. I approached him.
“Aren’t you supposed to be preventing this sort of thing?” I said gesturing towards the twenty plus new students bouncing around the room, drinks in hand, care free.
“I’m supervising. Who are you anyways?” His low, red eyes narrowed further in suspicion.
“Just a new student. I live on the floor below, the name’s Dan. Keegan over there is my roommate.”
He relaxed. “Haha that sucks, my dude. He’s an annoying little shit. His brother’s not a bad guy though.” He stopped talking and looked over my shoulder.
Just then, I felt a pair of eyes on the back of my head. I turned around, looking for their owner. In the corner of the room, I spotted her. Slightly curly hair framed her round and cute face. Behind a layer of rectangular glass were two large, dark brown eyes like deeply polished wood. They shone brightly as she escaped my own gaze. She looked down into her drink.
“Looks like you’ve got an admirer. Getting pussy won’t get easier than these first few weeks, my man. None of these girls know anyone, but once they do it’s harder to get that friend shield down. Just be sure to use this,” he said, handing me a condom, “there’s more clinic visits in September than any other month.”
“Thanks,“ I took it, a bit confused by the nonchalance of it all.
“Don’t mention it, I am supervising after all. You can call me Fish.” He gave me a wink and a stoned giggle. “You ever want to smoke up or chill, I’m down the hall to the right. I like your vibes, dude.”
With that he turned back to the burning joint in his hand and left me to approach the girl in the corner. I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and walked in her direction, my eyes never leaving her face. She straightened up and began fussing with her hair.
“Be easy, you look lovely,” I said with a warm smile when I reached her, “I’m Dan. What can I call you?”
On the other side of the room, Fish passed the joint to his friend and told him, “Yo my man’s going to nail that shit tonight, you watch this.”
She shifted her glasses and smiled. “Olivia,” she said as I handed her my extra beer, “thanks, Dan. You’re the first person who’s made me feel comfortable all night.” As she poured the beer into her cup, I took the opportunity to take in her slender figure and outfit. She wore a white knitted top that hung off her shoulders and revealed a tight pastel-purple cami underneath. Her ample cleavage dropped off to a tight belly and a dark blue layered skirt that stopped a few inches above the knee. It could have been shorter, but as far as I could tell she was a class act. I wasn’t sure about my chances that night, but I didn’t have very many other options and she seemed like good company in a somewhat mindless and hostile crowd.
Our small talk took on an animated and increasingly comfortable demeanor while we continued to pour more and more of that light, light beer. She relaxed considerably, and began touching my arm with every joke and locking her bright dark eyes with mine more often.
The night moved on and people began filtering out of the stuffy room in search of others, bigger and better functions, and beds for the lucky or too drunk. Soon, Olivia and I found ourselves with a few strangers, Keegan, and Zack.
“Ayo Dan! Let’s blow this bitch, they’re almost out of beer,” Keegan yelled at me despite our proximity.
“Yeah Stan, we’ve got a house to go to. They’ve got a rager, full on,” Zack said, clapping me on the shoulder. He leaned a little heavily.
Keegan whispered in Zack’s ear, “It’s Dan, dude,” then to me asked, “right?”
With a smile I replied, “Alright let’s go you drunks.” I was feeling the warmth of the beer myself and didn’t want the good moods to end just yet.
It was then I made the first small step on Olivia by grabbing her free hand. I looked her in the eye and gently gave it a squeeze saying, “Hey let’s keep this rolling. You down?”
She met my gaze with a confidence I didn’t expect from the shy, bashful girl I had met an hour ago. Biting her lip, she said, “Let’s do it.”
With that we were all stumbling through the brightly lit fluorescent halls towards the elevators. Keegan and Zack ran to an open one and watched us as we tried to catch up.
“Too slow!” Zack cried.
“I’m hitting open,” Keegan said as he jammed on the ‘close door’ button, “It’s not working!” He said with a snigger. The two of them doubled over with laughter as the elevator closed shut on Olivia and I.
“I guess we’ll have to wait for the next one,” I said turning to face her. She inched closer to me and I moved in turn, putting my hands on her hips.
“Some friends you have,” she said.
I felt her hot breath on my neck as we drunkenly closed in for a sloppy kiss. Olivia turned out to be much more aggressive than her non assuming looks put on; she shoved her tongue into my mouth and grabbed me around the neck. Grabbing her around the midsection, I pushed back in return. The elevator door opened behind her. She jumped on me, wrapping her slender legs around my body and she began kissing my neck. We both fell into the elevator and I slammed her back into the wall, as she let her breath escape in a gasp.
“Sorr-,” I started to say before her mouth met mine. The doors closed and we began to travel upwards, neither of us paying attention. I slid my hands along her smooth thighs and up towards her tight, hard ass. She wasn’t even wearing any panties.
She clawed with strong fingers along my back and moved her hands up to my head where she pulled my hair in fistfuls. The elevator echoing with our clumsy smacks, bangings, and soft groans opened on another floor with a soft ding. We heard snickering behind us. Flustered and confused, we turned around, Olivia still wrapped around my midsection, her hands around my head. Both our faces were flushed red with excitement and our hair was mussed in different directions.
Fish had his closed hand around his mouth as he quietly shook with laughter. His friend was cheesing it, eyes closed, mouth agape making stoned laughter.
“You fucking called it. You called it!” His friend breathed when the fit ended. Olivia clambered towards the consul, hit a floor, and gave them both the finger as it closed. When we began to travel down, she hit emergency stop.
“Fuck that party,” she said as she came closer. She ripped my shirt off over my head and started kissing my bare body. I backed into a wall as she took my belt off and pushed my pants around my ankles. She kissed my thighs while stroking my hard cock. Looking at me, she spit on its head and let the wetness cover my shaft. I pulled her mouth to mine while she continued stroking my erection between us.
I gave a quick pull to her skirt and it fell to the floor revealing her wet slit and a small bush that rested just above it. I put two of my fingers in my mouth to wet them. Olivia grabbed my wrist, pulling the fingers out. Then, looking in my eyes, slowly sucked from the tips down to the knuckles. Letting the suction up as they slid out between her reddened lips, she said, “Put them in me,” and lowered my hand.
I slowly circled her wet pearl above her hole and she gave an excited moan. She let go of my dick and I slowly inserted my pointer finger into her warm, tight twat and she gave me a gasp in return. Working in and out, I started the second finger as her grip tightened on my arms.
“Just fuck me,” she said.
“Yes ma’am,” I replied happily.
We embraced again as I unhooked her bra and in one fluid motion threw the three piece top to the corner of the elevator where her skirt and my pants lay. Her nipples were lightly colored and seemed to disappear into the rest of her skin. I put my full hand on one and let my thumb flick lightly over the hard top while I kissed her neck gently. She spat in her hand again and worked the head of dick while we slowed things down for a moment.
“Excuse me for just a second,” I said, reaching down into a pocket of my pants on the ground. I took out the golden condom wrapper and drunkenly concentrated for a moment. Olivia continued to play with my member. I took the rubber out of its wrapper, slowly unfurled it down the length of my shaft, and took her mouth in mine with the same amount of force as before.
Once again she jumped up and wrapped her legs about my hips and I slammed her into the door. She directed the head of my wrapped penis straight up and into her soaking wet and ready cunt. Sharply inhaling, she closed her eyes as I slowly put my full length into her. Then I began pumping. Each thrust made her bounce upwards while she held on tightly around my neck. Her glasses still on, she closed her eyes in a wild, drunken oblivion that can only come from fucking a stranger in a dorm building elevator.
Then she stopped me for a moment.
“Let me turn around for you,” she said in between kissing my neck and shoulders. She pushed me back and spread her legs towards the opposite walls of the small area. Then she bent over slightly. Showing her wet lips to me, I stepped towards her and grabbed a hold of her hips. Without warning, I shoved myself into her once again, and furiously humped. I felt her entire body shake as I moved a hand to her shoulder for better leverage.
“Pull my hair,” she said through gritted teeth.
Complying, I took a handful of her thick, curly black hair and pulled her head back as I continued to thrust myself deep inside her.
Olivia’s mouth was perpetually open as I continued to ram her with my full length. Soon, I felt the first waves of orgasm pulsing through my loins. I groaned in pleasure.
She must of sensed how close I was as she straightened up, letting my hard, quivering cock slip out of her, and turned around once again to look me in the face. She squatted, never leaving me eyes, and grabbed a hold of the condom. Snapping it off and over her shoulder, she took me in her wet mouth and worked her tongue around my head, pumping my shaft with vigor.
I leaned back against the wall and raised my head as I finally blew off inside her willing mouth. She let most of it trickle down my cock, and the warm semen slid down my leg. Swallowing, she licked my leg and said, “Let’s do this again sometime,” casually.
“Sounds good,” I replied. “Listen it’s pretty early if you still want to head to that party.”
“I already found what I was looking for tonight. I’m going to go back to my room, but you should meet up with your friends,” she said matter of factly.
“Oh, uh, okay,” I said a little confused. Earlier, she seemed to be a quiet good girl. Then it turned out she was a quiet freak who likes it in elevators. Now she’s totally caught me off guard with this fuck and flee shtick. But I was alright with it.
We exchanged numbers. Then she calmly put on her clothes, straightened her glasses and pressed the button for her floor. “That was fun,” she said, kissing me on the cheek and lightly bouncing out of the elevator doors as they opened.
I was bewildered, naked, and alone in the elevator except for the used condom, slumped against the wall. I pulled my pants up, and hit the button for Ground floor.

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