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The Sisterhood Chapter Two: Secrets Revealed (aka Payback as a Bitch Chapter Two)

A Note From The Author
This story is the long awaited squeal to the hit “Payback as a Bitch” that was first published two years ago. Since then the plot of the series had somewhat mutated and I felt it needed a new title, however if you have not read the original then you might want to check it out first or not a lot of this will make sense. For all those of you who have read that original I thank you for the resounding success, I apologise for the bad spelling and grammar in the previous the last edition but English is not my first language. If you come across similar mistakes in this instalment please feel free to copy it to a word document and fix them before reading. As most authors I feel obligated to inform you that this story contains themes such as incest and anal sex, if these are not for you and you do read on then do not complain at the end. Constructive criticism and suggestions are always welcome to help me improve both this series and the others I am currently working on.
I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
The Sisterhood Chapter Two: Secrets Revealed (aka Pay Back as a Bitch Chapter Two)
Have you ever had one of those moments, where despite all the weird shit that’s happened in the last few days you still find yourself thinking ‘what the fuck’? I was kind of in the middle of one of those moments. My sister, Clare, was sitting on her bed with her tongue massaging our mother’s tonsils; even though this was pushing the boundaries of weird to a whole new level it was still incredibly hot. My sister as you know is a total knock out: long legs, tight ass, big tits (all of which I had had fun with) red hair and green eyes. My mum looks like a copy of Clare slightly gone to seed, she had a little more junk in her trunk, her boobs were even bigger the Clare’s though they had a bit more sag, but for a 39 year old she was in great shape given her habit of always dieting and exercising so she ‘didn’t end up like some of women she worked with.’
After about a minute the broke apart and mum reached over and brushed the hair out of Clare’s face in a very loving way, as in more then a parental loving way.
“I’ve got to go back to the office for a bit,” whispered mum, “but I’ll see what I can do about it when I get home. Just don’t tell anyone else, okay?” Clare looked with those big green eyes and slowly nodded. With that our mother got, kissed her one last time on the top of the head and turned to leave. I had just enough time to leap backwards, turn around and take a few steps when the door opened and she strode out. She look shocked to fine me there, obviously worried about what I might have overheard, but I just kept on walking and she must have just dismissed my appearance as coincidence because she didn’t pursue the matter.
I went back to my room and started fiddling around for a while, did a bit of writing on a report that wasn’t due till school was back. But seeing as how the report was about the history of slavery it only served to get me thinking about my own personal slaves and what I could do to them. Barely half an hour later and I was in need of a bit of relief, in the old days I would have just stayed in my chair and jerked off to some porn, but things were a lot better now. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to Steph, just a basic ‘get your arse over here now, sort of thing, then I stood up, stretched out some cramps and went down the hall to pay a conjugal visit to my dear big sister.
As I walked in I saw her sitting at her computer with her back to me, but the weird thing is that she was watching the video of me a Stephanie from earlier that day. I crept up behind her and slid my hands over her shoulders and down the front of her blouse. She jumped a little in surprise as I did so and quickly reached up and closed the video and I began fondling her ample tits.
“You know,” I said, leaning down to whisper in her ear “if you started getting into this you might find that I can make it a lot more enjoyable for you.”
“Like how?” she huffed in disbelief, but I did sense a little hit of anticipation in her voice.
I swung the chair around to face me; she was wearing one of those little sundresses that barely made it halfway down her thigh. I reached down and slowly slid the fabric up past where her panties should have been, I say should have been because she wasn’t wearing any. I breathed in the musky scent of her womanhood before gently kissing my way up her thigh towards her pussy, I felt her shudder as I did so, squirming a little trying to get my mouth to her as fast as she could. But I was in no rush; I kept on teasing her, lightly flicking her outer lips and running the very tips of my fingers over the entrance to her love cannel. It wasn’t long before she was dripping juice onto the chair and her little clit started to poke it head out. I gave it just the tiniest of flicks with the tip of my tongue and Clare jumped about two inches back off the chair. I started running my tongue along the full length of her slit, still just barely touching her clit, making her shudder every time. As I did this slit two fingers into her pussy and slowly began working them back and forward until I was knuckle deep in my big sister, I hooked my fingers so that the knuckle of one was massaging her g-spot while the other was hooking over the edge of what I am told is the cervix. Clare was really starting to enjoy this, and by that I mean she had her legs up over my shoulders and had grabbed me by the back of the head and was trying to force my whole face into the pussy. I sucked her clit into my mouth and curled my tongue around it into a sort of cradle and began sucking, hard. Most guy seme to think that the clit is like a joy buzzer, but to quote one of the great Nina Hartley’s instructional videos ‘licking sucks and sucking rocks.’
“HOLY FUCK YES!” shouted Clare as her hips started bucking into my face and I began fingering her faster and faster. “I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA CUM! I’M GONNA OH-OH-OH-OOHHHHHH-GOOOOODDDDDDD!”
And with that she seemed to go in to some sort of seizure, her whole body shook violently and screamed incoherent babble until her hands let go of my head, he legs went limp and her breathing slowed so that she just seemed out of breath.
I heard a small noise behind us and turned around to see Steph leaning up against the closet, her jeans were down to her knees and hand shirt was literally ripped open, she’d obviously been playing with her self while watching the two of us.
I got us and walked over to her, pushing her hand out of the way and slid my own into her panties. At the same time I started kissing her, she must have tasted Clare’s juices, and liked it, because her tongue was exploring every crevice it could find. After a moment or two I pulled away and looked at her, I saw that she was glancing over my shoulder at Clare and her pussy was becoming wetter in my hand.
“You wanna, have some fun with her?” I asked. Steph bit her lower lip slightly then nodded, not taking her eyes off Clare for a moment. “Fourth draw, under the towel, pick something fun.”
I gave her one last kiss before walking back to Clare, she was sitting right where I left her, her legs spread open and one had up rubbing her tit. I unzipped my trousers and turned to stand next to her, even though my dick was only half hard Clare needed no encouragement and quickly jerked me to full attention before taking me into her mouth and demonstrating her porn star level of cock sucking skill. Ever put you dick in a vacuum? I haven’t, mostly because I couldn’t find one that could handle me, but I imagine that that is the force with which Clare can suck.
She reached up and started stroking my balls with one hand while the other started playing with her tit, squeezing and pinching her nipple, making herself groan around my cock. I tore my eyes away from this in an attempt to stop myself from cumming to soon; I looked over at where Steph stood in front of the draws, totally naked, holding an L-shaped dildo. As I watched she inserted the smaller end into her pussy then pulled up what looked like a bikini bottom and sliding the long part of the dildo into place with a small click. The toy itself was about the same size as an aerosol can and the effect was that it looked as if Steph had sprouted a massive dick through the front of her panties.
Steph started stroking her temporary attachment, looking for all the world like a hermaphrodite jerking off, I guess the bit up inside her meant that the more it was stimulated the more she felt it. Now normally I’m not into that kinda stuff, but this and Clare sucking my already enraged dick had me about ready to explode. However I didn’t want to waste such an opportunity. I pulled Clare’s mouth away from my cock and in true porn star fashion she started gasping after it like a fish outta water. I turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Clare, I think our dear cousin in feeling a little left out,” I said, gesturing towards Steph, who was still stroking her plastic pal. “Why don’t you go show her just how much we want her to join in?” Clare need no further persuading, she got up and strode over to where Steph was and began kissing her full on French style. They were holding the backs of each other’s heads and seemed to be competing to see who could reach whose tonsils first. I decided that watching this was not going to help me stop from shooting my load so I striped off the rest of my cloths, swung my legs up on the bed and closed my eyes for a moment, trying not to hear the sound of them kissing.
After a few minutes, during which I was thinking about my pick for the NRL the season, the sound of kissing stoped and was quickly replaced by another familiar noise. I opened my eyes and looked around, Steph was standing right where I had left her, however Clare was kneeling in front of her and looked as if she was trying to suck her strap on right out of its holster. She was bobbing her head back and forward at an alarming rate, her red hair was waving behind her and I could see that both her hands were around Steph’s backside. Steph was holding Clare’s head and was effectively face fucking her, ramming the dildo down her throat and letting out a little grunt every time.
“That’s it you fucking bitch!” screamed Steph “Suck my fucking cock! OH FUCKS YES! THAT’S IT! FINGER MY ARSEHOLE YOU FUCKING LITTLE CUNT!”
If my erection had been receding it was now back in full force; Steph, when she wasn’t around Clare, had always struck me as being kind of a sweet girl. To hear such obscenities pouring out of her mouth, and at such a volume, had me seriously aroused.
“THAT’S IT I’M GONNA CUM!” cried Steph, literally beating her pelvis into Clare’s face. “HERE IT CUMS! OH CRAP OH CRAP OH CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP AHHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH!”
And with that Steph froze like a statue, her eyes wide and her luscious lips drawn out in one long low moan. Her hands had stoped abusing Clare’s face and were now instead holding her throat deep on the toy. I could see Clare was starting to have trouble breathing, if was a better man then I may have gone and helped her, but like I said, this was all payback.
After about thirty seconds or so I decided that it might not be so good for Clare to die of asphyxiation so I rolled off the bed and gently pulled her back from Steph’s hips. She came away coughing and spluttering, as she was wiping her own spit from around her mouth I led her over to the bed and lay back down. She sat down on the edge next to me but I didn’t give her much time to recover, instead I pulled her on top of me and dragged one leg over my side so that she was properly positioned. Clare got the idea pretty quickly and god bless her she reached down and started to guide my cock into her waiting pussy. I wondered whether it was just the threat of blackmail that had her working along so well, or if she was starting to really enjoy the situation, but all these thoughts were pushed out of my head as my dick was pushed into her. The feeling of her cunt was amazing, it was warm and we and so tight it felt like I was forcing my todger through a fleshy garden hose. She placed both her hands on my chest and started lowering her self down onto me, it took a moment for me to get my full length in, but once I was balls deep she started rocking back and forward so I was only slipping out and inch or so each time. The sensation was exquisite, both on my cock and the soft feeling of her bare skin on mine; I leaned forward and took one of her nipples in my mouth, rubbing the edges of her areola with my teeth and flicking the tip with my tongue. With my hands I reached around and grabbed her arse, spreading her checks apart as she growled deeply and began to pick up speed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Steph in the corner, her hands back down the front of the strap on, I assume, fingering her clit.
I took Clare’s nipple out of my mouth and looked straight at Steph, when I had her eye contact I nodded towards Clare’s rising and falling arse. When Steph raised her eyebrows and just started I took one hand off Clare’s arse, pointed at her then slapped Clare’s arse with my hand making her moan even louder then she was already. Steph go the idea and crawled up on to the bed behind Clare, who completely oblivious and kept on fucking me. I could feel Steph’s soft tanned legs brushing against mind as she positioned herself, I helped her aim as well as I could but pulling Clare’s butt cheeks as far apart as they would go.
Clare suddenly stopped humping me and shot forward, almost dislodging me, her eyes were wide open and nothing but a small choking noise was issuing from her. In guessed you haven’t guessed this was because Steph had shoved what appeared to be the first half of the aerosol can sized strap on up her arse.
“AHHHHHHHH!” screamed Clare, trying to pull away, I put my hands on her shoulders as best I could to stop her moving. “You bitch! Take it out IT FUCKING HURTS!”
“No she’s not going to take it out,” I said with a stern look around at Steph, who had looked ready to obey “your just gonna have to relax and take it like a good little slut.”
Steph reached forward and grabbed Clare’s hips, slowly sliding her toy into her cousin’s arsehole. To my somewhat surprise Steph was smiling as she did so, as if this was something she had wanted to do for along time. The further she pushed in the further Clare slid back towards her, hence the further she slide onto my cock until finally she was fully impaled on both out tools.
Steph started to stroke her toy in and out of Clare’s arsehole, no more then about an inch or so; I could feel the dildo sliding up and down the base of my cock through membrane between her arse and pussy. I started pushing up into her as far as I was able and was delighted to hear she groaning with the effort of taking so much at once. Steph reached around with one hand and started massaging her left boob with one hand while the other crept between the two of us and started rubbing her clit. I brought my hand up and began rubbing her other tit and reached my face up to start licking her neck. As most know, or should know by now, there is a certain spot on a woman’s neck, right on to of one of the tendons usually, and if you lick it just right it can be better for her then licking her clit.
The effect of all this on Clare was unbelievable, she had always been a bit of a screamer, but this was setting the bar to a whole new level for sheer volume. She had her hands on my shoulders now and was sawing herself back and forward as if trying to get the two implements to shoot out the top of her head.
“HOLY SHIT! AHHHH! THAT’S IT! OH FUCK! OH OH FUCK! HARDER!”
“YOU LIKE THAT DON’T YOU!” I shouted, taking my mouth away from her neck and looking her in those big green eyes “YOU STUPID FUCKING WHORE!”
“YES, YES, YES” she howled back to me.
“SAY IT!” I had to yell to make my self heard over her and Steph’s combined cried of ecstasy “TELL US WHAT YOU ARE!”
“I’M A WHORE!” she screamed, throwing her head back and crying to the ceiling. As she did so Steph too her hands away from her clit and breast and grabbed two handfuls of her flowing red hair, pulling her head back till I was sure her neck would snap. “I’M A STUPID FUCKING FUCKING WHORE! OH GOD I’M GONNA CUM. OHHHH SWEET JESUS AHHHH I’M GONNA CUM!”
“AND ME!” screamed Steph, now violently jerking Clare’s head back with every thrust. “AHHHH, I’M GONNA AHHHH AHHHHHHHHHH!”
It was all too much for me to bear; I thrust my dick one last time and shot my load deep into Clare’s womb. At the same instance Steph froze with her toy as deep into Clare’s arse as it would go, almost as if she was shooting her own load there too. And as for Clare, well from the way that her pussy was convulsing around my cock I guessed that her orgasm lasted nearly a minute. Her scream of pleasure and pain was at a volume beyond my ability to measure and I was sure that the cops were on their way.
When I had finally come down from my cumming I realised that both the girls were lying with their full weight on top of me. As gently as I could I rolled to the side and they both fell on to the bed. Clare was unconscious, but her breathing suggested that she was just asleep. Steph still had the giant strap on implanted in Clare’s arse but was blacked out herself and sleeping soundly. They were lying in the spoons position and I considered that I should probably do something to remove the toy so that Clare could walk when she woke up, but decided instead to just let them sleep it off. I slowly pulled my deflating cock out of Clare’s pussy then dragged the sheet from the end of the bed over the two of them. I don’t know why I did it but I was in a good mood and I think my feeling of hate towards Clare was beginning to fade. Then, with my lust temporarily slaked I wandered back down the hall to my own room, hoping I would be lucky enough to get some sleep myself.
Later that afternoon I was in the kitchen having a snack, or to be more precise I was eating my way through my third straight helping of leftovers (this much action really took it out of a guy and I needed to refuel). I was halfway through a bowl of what I think was pasta bake when my mother walked in, I assumed she was there to talk to me about the situation with Clare (and probably Steph for all I knew) but I had already resolved to stand my ground on the subject. She was wearing business suit with a short cut dress that showed off her slightly tanned legs, but other then that she was dressed pretty conservatively as usual.
She sat down across from me and waited patiently for me to finish my meal, this was a bit strange because usually she just expected me drop what I was doing and pay attention, however given the events of the past few day I was kind of at the point of not thinking of to many things as weird. When I had pushed the empty bowl away from me she quietly brought her hands up and looked across, almost seeming to be studying me for a moment before trying to speak.
“Son, there’s something we need to talk about,” she said, not taking her eyes off me.
“Like what?” I asked, thinking that playing dumb was as good a defence and any, or at least more entertaining.
“I know all about you and Clare, what you’ve been doing to her,” ‘here it comes’ I thought ‘the blatant stop it and leave her alone speech’ “and I wondering if we could make a deal on the subject,” she finished.
This was not what I had expected and it took a minute for me to compose myself before I could say, “You have my attention, what kind of a deal?”
“There are thing about this family you don’t know,” she began “thing that very few men really know. Your sister, myself, in fact nearly all the women in this family are members of and ancient society called The Sisterhood. It is sort of a group for women to help support each other, look after each other and love each other.”
“Okay,” I said slowly “not quite seeing what this has to do with anything.”
“It is forbidden for a women to ‘be with’ a man out side of The Sisterhood, we rely on each other for those needs.” It took me moment to get what it was that this meant, but only a moment.
“And what happens if they are ‘with’ another man?”
“They would be exercised from The Sisterhood and never allowed to return. I am the current High Priestess for this territory; Clare is supposed to take my place in a few years. You have to understand that The Sisterhood means everything to her, its what gives her the confidence to be her, she’d just always been a little, how would you say, free spirited.”
“So what’s this got to do with our deal?” I asked, now starting to think that she was just bullshitting me about everything.
“You see there are a few men in The Sisterhood, we call them our Champions. If you agree to keep silent about Clare’s actions, then I will make you one of them.”
“I don’t get it,” I said, not playing dumb anymore just genuinely confused.
“My dear boy,” my mother said, smiling slightly and reaching over to place the hand on my forearm. “There are not many Campions among The Sisterhood and while they have a few duties there main purpose it to do things for The Sisters that women simply can’t.”
“So you’re saying
” I started.
“There are over three thousand Sisters in this district and only twenty five Champions. You do this and, in exchange for your loyalty and service, no Sister will ever be able to refuse you, ever.”
“What kind of duties?” I asked.
“I’m afraid I can’t tell you yet, not until I know you’re with us.”
I was kind of struck dumb for a moment there, was she for real? Was there really a secret society of lesbians and bi-sexual women that I could have my way with if I agreed to this? There was only one way to find out.
“Okay then, Hight Priestess,’ I said with a smile “I’m in.”
“Come with me,” she said, smiling back at me, something she hadn’t done in years.
I was half expecting to be taken to some hidden chamber or secret passageway but instead we walked up stairs to my parent’s old room. Our parents split up when I was about ten and I think I’ve only seen my old man twice since then, I was beginning to think that maybe this had something to do with it.
My mother sat down on her bed, reached into her bedside drawer and fished out a small carved wooden box, inside she plucked out and small pendant on and length of silver chain. The medallion was made up of three coils or swirls I guess you could call them. They were arranged vertically, a large one in middle and two smaller ones on the top and bottom; thought the talisman was obviously made out of mental it was jet black and had distinct shine to it. What’s more it was insanely familiar.
“This,” my mum said, looping the chain around my neck and fastening it “is the symbol of The Sisterhood. Typically the Champions wear red ones, but the black signifies that you are my personal Champion, you my boy, are now The Champion of the High Priestess.”
“And this is it, all I have to do is wear this and I’m in?”
“There will offcourse be and official ceremony, but for now this will do.”
“Champion of the High Priestess,” I said, trying out my new title “I like it. So how do I tell who else is in the sister hood?” I asked, thinking of the opportunities before me.
“Any one who is wearing on of these,” she said, reaching in to her cleavage and pulling out and identical medallion, only this one was made of gold “no matter the colour, is a member of The Sisterhood.”
“And I can have sex with any of them?” I asked slowly.
“Well there is a lot more to being a Champion the just having sex with the sisters, certain duties you will have to preform and ceremonies to attend, some of it will be quite taxing on you. But yes, none of them will never refuse you,” she replied.
“Dose that include you?”
She leaned in and whispered in a husky voice, “Only of you want it to.”
I felt her silky soft hand slide up the inside of my thigh and stop just an inch or so from my cock, which was beginning to stir. I mimicked the movement on her, stopping so close from her pussy that I could feel the heat coming from between her legs. She leaned forward, trying to force my hand into her crotch but I pulled it back, enjoying the power I was having over the woman who had ruled so much of my life. She pulled back from my shoulder and gave me a very cheeky smile that I suppose most mothers aren’t really capable of.
She then leaned in and kissed me; it was not like Clare’s, or even Steph’s, style of kissing, it was way more gentle: passionate, but not lustful. I enjoyed feeling her tongue play around my teeth as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and let it slide to the floor. She reached down and undid my jeans and slide the down to my knees, her kissing was far more powerful then I had thought because without even noticing I had become fully hard. I felt my mother’s hand slowly caressing my manhood and she seamed to pause her kissing while figuring out just how large I was.
As we continued to kiss she began pulling me froward until she was lying flat on her back with me on top of her. I reached up her thigh and unbuttoned her skirt, as I pulled it out from underneath her I realised that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I kicked my jeans off he rest of the way and began rubbing my cock up and down her slit, feeling her juices flowing onto my shaft and hearing her moan in my mouth.
“Mmmmm,” she sighed, breaking the kiss and tilting her head back “don’t tease me, it’s been so long.”
“So long?” I asked, still refusing to penetrate her, “but I thought the Sister
”
“So long since I’ve been with a man,” she groaned.
I decided that if she really needed it that bad I’d give it to her. I slid a little lower and thrust my cock into her waiting pussy. You’d think that a woman who had had two kids would not be a tight as one who hadn’t, but my mother’s cunt wrapped around me and started milking my dick for all it was worth. I guess not having a real dick in her for so long had somehow made her tight again.
Unlike her daughter or niece she didn’t bellow or scream out profanities as I slowly fucked her. Instead her breathing came and deep rattling moans and let out a soft gasp every time I pushed in to her. I bent forward and began licking her breasts, just brushing her nipples with he tip of my tongue at first before taking them into my mouth and sucking them till they diamond hard. We kept going like this for quite sometime, all sense of reality was lost as we rock back and forward. The fact that she was so beautiful and the fact that she was my mother was quickly bringing me to the edge.
“Oh yes,” she began whispering, seemingly to herself. “Oh yes, that’s it, oh yes, oh, oh, oh.” When reached up and pulled my to her, our lips meeting passionately and waves of pleasure crashed through her body.
“I’m almost there,” I said, leaning back and looking her in the eyes.
“Oh let me taste it,” she moaned, her own orgasm diminishing. “I need to taste it.”
I pulled out of her and rolled to the side, eagerly she reached for my manhood began to stroke me, but before she could get her moth around it my body tensed and I came. The first few streams flew onto her chest before she engulfed me and drained every last drop from my body. I looked down and saw her licking what she could from herself, her eyes closed as she relished the taste. She crawled up and lay down next to me, letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction. I put my arm around her and gave her a hug, she wrapped her arms around me and we lay there for some time, just relaxing and enjoying the feeling of being so close to each other. It was a while before I got up and headed for the door.
“I have things to,” I said to her as I opened the bedroom door.
“Remember what I said” whispered my mother, seeming to be on the edge of sleep “you have to let Clare go now, she’s yours anytime now, but you can tell anyone about her and Mr Derren.”
“I remember,” I said, closing the door behind me as I left her to get some much-needed rest.
It was getting on to midnight by the time I finally got around to seeing Clare. I walked across the landing, laden down with a number of disks and pushed her door open. She was sitting propped up in bed with a book open in front of her and her reading glasses on. She hardly ever wore them, preferring contact lenses, but to perfectly honest I though that they made her look sexy in a totally different way. Like a cute girl from the library, who is hot as hell but seriously inexperienced, a lot of guys don’t like glasses but I kind of do.
“Hey I got something for you,” I said and placed the pile of data storage devices on her desk where she could see them. “This is all the stuff I had on you, I’ve already gotten ride of Steph’s but wanted you to have these.”
She looked at me over the top of her glasses of a moment, as if warring with her self, then she swung around and pulled back the covers on her bed revealing a pink, almost see through nightie and crossed the room towards me.
“So mum’s made you a Champion then has she?” she asked warily.
“Actually,” I replied, fishing the black pendant out of my shirt “I am now The Champion of the High Priestess. But don’t worry, I’ve got plenty more girls to keep me occupied now, so your secrets safe with me.”
Clare stood there for a bit as if trying to come up with the right words, then she reached over picked up the disks and handed them back to me.
“Why don’t you hang on to these for a while,” she said with the slights hint of a smile.
For the umpteenth time that day I found myself struck dumb, standing there looking at my sister the words took a while to form in my brain then seemed to have to fight their way to my mouth.
“But wasn’t this what you wanted? For me to not have any control over you like this?”
“I though it was,” she sighed, then sank down on the bed and stared at the floor for a minute before speaking again. “Look there’s something you don’t know about me.”
“Yeah, I’ve been getting that a lot today.” I said, sitting down next to her.
“Since I was thirteen I’ve really cared about you, as in, more then I should have, as in more then a sister should.”
“You mean as in
?”
“I wanted you, for so long, but I couldn’t do it because I’m your sister and I’m a Sister.”
“They why were you such a bitch to me for so many years?”
“I guess I though that if you hated me then these feelings would stop,” she said, still looking down at the floor.
“But I’m a Champion now,” I said, sitting down next to her “I don’t need leverage over you for us to have sex.”
“Its just, look, I’ve always been in charge,”
“Yeah tell me about it,” I muttered.
“But the last few days, being your slave, the way you dominated me, it was just, I don’t know, unbelievable. I just don’t want it to stop.”
“You mean,” I though for a moment “you want to keep being my slave?”
“Yes,” she turned around and looked at me with a million dollar smile I hadn’t seen in years “Master.”
I leaned in and kissed her, is funny, after everything I had already done to her I had never really kissed her. As we frenched I stretched around behind her and started groping her arse. She leaned forward to grant me more access and her kissing became all the more passionate.
“You like my arse don’t you?” she smirked.
“Is that a trick question?” I chuckled and gave her a slap on the butt, causing her to jump a little.
“Back of the closet,” she whispered. “I think you’ll find something you’ll like.
Not having any idea what else Clare could possibly have hidden in her room I opened the closet and reached back to grasp a long thin pole in the corner. I pulled it out and turned around to see Clare bent over the bed, with her legs planted on the floor and her arse high in the air. It was then that I noticed what it was that I was holding in my hand: it was a riding crop.
“Why do you have a riding crop in your closet?” I asked as I walked over to her.
“Duh” she said, craning her neck around to look at me “to use on people.”
“Like who?” I asked, testing the weight of the implement in my hand.
“Steph, mostly,” she responded, looking at the growing bulge in my pants. “We get together a lot, she’s actually very submissive.”
“So you’re the one in charge?”
“Usually, yeah,”
Before the words were even out of her mouth I let loose and swatted her with all my strength across the left arse cheek. She squeaked and dug her fingers into the bedspread.
“Not any more your not,” I growled.
I continued to smack her across the arse, even though I now knew the reason for it all that still didn’t change the fact that she had made my life a bit of a misery for many years, and by god she was going to pay for it. I lifted up her nightie exposing her bare backside and started taking out all my frustrations on that gorgeous piece of flesh. Her butt was soon red raw but still I didn’t stop, I don’t know if she want me to.
“Stop! Please!” she shouted each time I struck her “Please! Stop! Don’t! Stop! Please! Don’t! Stop! Please don’t! Stop! Please, don’t, stop! Don’t STOP! PLEASE DON”T STOP!” the more she screamed the more I liked it, I slid out of my pants and took my cock in hand, jerking it and I slapped her arse. I saw her hand snake its way between her legs and start fingering her now dripping pussy. I kept up my assault with the riding crop, watching her play with herself. At the final moment, right before she was about to hit her peak I stopped spanking her and pulled her hand away from her clit. She fought me at first but I’m much bigger and stronger then she is and I soon wrestled her to the bed.
“Please,’ she begged, “Please I need to come!”
“So com already,” I replied lying back down on the bed. Without needing to be told she quickly straddled my waist and assumed the reverse-cowgirl position.
“OH-YESSSSSS!” she growled as her pussy sank to envelope my cock. She must have still been on the verge of orgasm as it only took only a few stroked before she was thrashing around screaming, “YES! YES! YES!”
She then began riding me in earnest, bouncing her hip up and down and leaning back a little further each time until she her hands were either side of my head and her knees had lifted her into a crab walk. I reached up and grabbed both her gorgeous and began massaging them with the palm of my hands, causing her to start bouncing even faster. Considering how I hadn’t cum in nearly ten hours it wasn’t long before I felt that familiar sensation bubbling in my loins. I slid my hands down to her hips and at the last second pulled her down onto me, holding her in place while I shot my load deep into her. It must have been just enough to send her over the edge as she let out a particularly violent “AHHHHHHHH!” then the arms and legs gave way and she collapsed onto me.
We lay like that for a few minutes, while my cock deflated inside her and our breathing began to normalise. She rolled over, staying on top of me, my now limp dick slipping out of her love tunnel.
“I love you,” she said looking in my eyes, and in that moment all the feeling of resentment, anger and hate that I had felt up until then simply slipped away.
“I love you, too,” I whispered, and it was true. Not like I wanted to move to Alabama, marry her and have kids or anything, but not like she was just my big sister anymore. It was something more, something deeper then that.
We kissed one last time, then rolled over, pulled up the covers and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I woke up the next day around noon, still in Clare’s bed with her snuggled up beside me and for the first time in years I had no morning wood. My muscles were stiff and felt like I could do with a shower and a hot meal before getting on with the remainder of the day. As I walked out on to the landing I looked down into the living room and saw Steph and my mum on the couch kissing passionately with their hands down the front of each others pants. I guess that now I was in on the whole deal they had a bit more freedom to do that sort of thing in the house, I guess that it was kind of the reason that I had been so much of an outsider, everyone else had been in on some big secret and I had been completely left out, until now that is.
For a moment I thought about going down to join them but considering that I could get in on this any time I instead opted for a shower, promising my genitals I would make it up to them later.
Despite the actions of yesterday I found myself getting hard in the shower, guess my morning wood was just a little late to arrive. By the time I hopped out I was sporting a full eight-inch hard on that refused to go away. I was about to get dressed but decided what the hell, the house was nice and warn and besides it would probably make a lot of thing easier.
I headed down stairs and into the kitchen, after empting the contents of a bottle of milk I headed into the living room to watch a bit of telly. I had completely forgotten about mum and Steph, that is until I walked in and saw them in a full on sixty-niner right in the same spot where I had fucked Clare a few days before. Steph was on the bottom with her legs spread wide and my mum going to town on her exposed pussy, I could see my mum going nuts fingering Steph like she was trying to push the stop button on a nuke launcher. As I watched the tow of them began to climax; Steph sitting back on mums face while still fingering her clit and mum bucking her hips, letting loose muffled screams into her niece’s pussy.
As the two of them came down they finally noticed me sitting on the lounge with a massive erection in my lap. Neither of them seemed surprised by my appearance as they disentangled themselves from each other and lay back on the carpet in the perfect display of seductiveness.
“About time you got up,” said my mum from the floor “Steph and I were getting bored waiting.”
“I’m glad to see you found a way to pass the time,” I said, beginning to rub my ragging hard-on.
“You might not want to do that just yet,” she said, standing up and sitting on the lounge next to me. “You’ve got a big day ahead and you may want to save your self.”
“Big day?” I asked, letting go of my dick and looking around at her, “Doing what?”
“Today,” she said reaching out and giving my cock a gentle squeeze, “we start making you into a Champion.”
To Be Continued

In the next instalment of The Sisterhood: our hero begins to delve into the world of the Sisters, discovering just how deep their society runs. He starts to learn their way and finds out his mom was right: ‘there’s a lot more to being a Champion the just having sex.

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WANTED: A Fantasy Rapist

WANTED: a Fantasy Rapist
As a girl, certain things get me going sexually. Those things change. Old ones die out, and new ones excite me. I really never know when something will trigger my sexual urges.
This one really got to me, and still does.
I sounds kinda crazy, but it has given me a secret thrill that still goes on and on.
It started when I was young and my girlfriend confided in me that her dad would pretend to rape her. She would resist and struggle pretending she didn’t want him to fuck her, but
.. they would end up fucking so hot she couldn‘t wait until they did it again. She said the excitement of not knowing when he would do it, caused her to began to tease him.
Daring him to grab her and try and fuck her. Teasing him while her mom was close by. Copping feels on him, flashing her tits at him. Kissing him and slipping in her tongue real quick. They both loved it and when mom was gone, he would grab her, trying to fuck her. She played like she was resisting him and pretended to fight him off.
She remembered the very first time it happened. Her mom was gone and she got in bed with her dad that morning. She said that no man was ever gonna rape her, she knew ways to keep from being raped. She said: “Try me dad, and I’ll show you.” He laughed and started in trying to fuck her. He got a big boner doing this as he held her down.
She whispered out of breath: (“Don’t waste it,”) and stuck his cock in her pussy.
It was a trick on him to get him to fuck her.
They continue to practice her prevention methods till this very day.
She never told her mom or anyone because she liked the sex so much. She got the sexual attention from her dad she liked, and he never hurt her in any way.
I was so aroused by her story I got very wet. I pumped her for every detail she could remember.
She said it started when she asked him if they could have sex behind mom’s back. No one would ever know, and she admitted to him she had fantasies about them having hot sex.
He said he’d think about it.
She got her hopes up and masturbated thinking about his desires going wild. He would just taking her and hold her down and rip her clothes off and they would fuck hard. The out of control desire part is what got her off. He had to want her so bad, he just held her down and took the sex from her
.at that point she would have a real hot climax that left her breathless and satisfied.
Now I was really turned on by her story and tried to hide my arousal. I fantasized a boyfriend wanting me so bad and pretending to hold me down, tearing my blouse buttons off, tearing my bra off, pulling my skirt up and tearing my panties off and then fucking me with passion.
This became my favorite thing to think about as I fingered my self to orgasm. The orgasms were way hotter than before. I still think about it when I want to masturbate to a real hot orgasm.
Then this happened
..
I met a guy at my work and we became close. As we talked one night we ended up fucking real hot. He said something that triggered me. He said the owners daughter at our work was such a bitch, he would love to take her stuck up, uppity ass, and rip her fucking skirt and panties off and fuck her right on the warehouse floor. I got really excited. As we sat on my couch, I snuggled up to him and asked him to describe in detail, how in his fantasy he would do it.
He laughed and said he was against rape of any kind
.but
.in a fantasy, it would be exciting to see the bitch struggle and whine while he fucked her. I said ok, fantasy fuck her and tell me how you wish it would happen.
He caught on quick that this excited me and this was just what he wanted to do. He cleverly smiled at me and said: “First I’ll describe it, then
I’ll show you how I would do it.”
( Show me!!
oh my god
)
I got instantly wet and gasp as I pictured him pretending to rape me. He had just turned me on! I felt my pussy tingle over and over.
We smiled at each other. Nothing needed to be said as we were on for a hot fantasy rape.
He began to tell me about the owners daughter being such a bitch to him in the back room. She was a rich hot looking girl. Big tits and wore business suits that were so tight, she could hardly walk.
He said he would get her in the big store room and shut and lock the door. She would say: “What the hell do you think your doing!
unlock and open that door! He would smile at her and walk slowly towards her. She would say: “Damn you! Open that

.oh my
don’t you come any closer. I’ll yell for my dad, and your ass will be put in jail and fired!” He would just keep walking slowly towards her He would say: “Why aren’t you yelling?” She would stare at his big boner showing in his pants. Next she would be up against the wall and say quietly: “Your not going to do anything, you wouldn’t dare touch me. I’m more woman than you can handle.” Now they would be nose to nose with her whispering out of breath: (“..get out of my way,
.. you can’t have me
but
.
if you really want me that bad
we can work something out..” I would kiss her and take her down on the floor while still kissing her. I would tear the buttons right off her blouse and feel those big tits. I’d tell her ..”If I’m going to be fired and jailed, I’m going to get some hot pussy from you before I go.” She would whisper: ( “get off me, your not man enough to fuck me.” )
I would force her skirt up, feeling her nice ass and rip her panties off. I’d force her legs wide open and shove my fingers in her pussy. She’d squirm and moan. Then I’d jam my boner in her all the way. I’d hold her wrists as she struggled. She’d whimper and then
. start kissing me back. She’d say
”oh my god” as I moved my cock in her. She’d say: “
ohhhh god your, making me so hot”
. and I’d fuck her so good she’d never forget it and want more.”
I was on the verge of an orgasm from the story.
I said here‘s what I would do

.. “I would never let you do that to me, I would fight your hot desire to fuck me. I would pull your hands off my tits. I would cover my pussy so you couldn’t fuck me. I would hold your cock and keep you from putting it in me. I would push your lips away from kissing me or sucking on my nipples. I would say
”Let me go you bastard, you can’t have sex from me. I’m crossing my legs so you can’t fuck me!”
I leaned over in his face and said: “Now
.what would you do????”
He smiled and touched my face. He said: “Your a feisty little bitch, aren’t you. Well a feisty girl is what turns me on. You think your pussy is the greatest fuck in the world?
.well let’s just see if that’s true.” He slowly pushed me down on the couch and held me there. He tried to kiss me but I turned my head away.
I was so turned on I began to pant.
I said: “Don’t even think about trying to fuck me, I don’t want to fuck right now, so get off me.” He said: “I’m not asking permission, I’m taking what I want.” He held my head and started kissing me, shoving his tongue inside my lips as my teeth were clinched. I took my one free hand and pulled his hair. It only excited him, as I felt and heard my blouse snaps being opened. I tried to hold my blouse closed, but his strong hands pulled it wide open. I had no bra on.
“Well
what do we have here
.looks like two delicious nice tittys.” He started sucking my nipples, something I get turn on by real fast. He reached up and held both my wrists with one of his large hands.
“Get off me!” I moaned.
I felt his free hand slide down my tummy slowly. I heard the rip of a button and then a zipper tearing apart. I gasp and said: “Stop, you desire freak. Wanting me and getting me are two different things. I’m warning you I “
..his tongue slipped in my mouth and found mine. They did battle, twisting and feeling each other. I was so hot I was burning up with excitement. I started getting weak from his passionate kisses. He slowly eased down my shorts and panties. I began to tremble and couldn’t stop. My body began to squirm. I heard his belt unbuckle and felt his jeans sliding down.
He pulled my arms up and around his neck. He was as excited as I was. He pulled my knees up and started feeling my pussy. I jumped and squirmed again. I felt his fingers slide up and down over my wet pussy and sensitive clit. I moaned a breathless moan saying: ”
if you have to fuck me
 make it good
real good.”
I loved seeing his face pink with excitement and out of breath. He felt he had wore me down and was now going for what he had highly desired and been denied.
He thought
.
Damn, she’s made me so fuck’in hot, I’m gonna fuck her hard. I love it when she resists me. Now for some hot pussy
.
————-
I opened my legs wide as I felt him slide the head of his cock up and down my dripping pussy. He found my entrance and teased me by ‘not’ putting it in. I began to squirm and reached down and put his wet cock head in myself. I pulled his butt cheeks hard to drive him in me deep.
That just fired me up. I’ll show him what a good fuck is. I ground my pussy down firm against his cock. I was going to give him the best fuck of his life. It was beautiful. We both were so turned on, he drug me to the floor, and put my legs up on his shoulders. I loved the feeling of him going deep in me. Our tongues were going crazy, then we gasp for breath.
I was peeking and my body was trembling. We started fucking fast as I squirmed.
I moaned loud and shuddered as I felt his first load shoot hard in me. He groaned long as his balls pulled up hard
.. his cock just kept shooting. I yelled something loud, I climaxed hard and squeezed my pussy as tight as I could around his cock. He groaned again and pushed his cum in me deep. He pumped my pussy full. I loved the feeling of its slickness in my pussy. He was taking what his desires wanted. We both moaned for a long time, jumping with his last cum shots and my climax spasms. He whispered out of breath: (“
you’re a fantastic fuck.”) A huge pleasure wave ran through my entire body.
——————
At work we just went along as normal. We both kept our little hot sessions to our selves. He attack me in the store room at work, (one of my favorites) in my car after work, in the grocery store parking lot.
A real hot one I liked was when he called and said he was coming over tonight.
It was an exciting sight to watch him crawl through my bedroom window. He looked at me with those beautiful lusty, desire filled eyes.
He smiled, then whispered:( “
don‘t you move.”)
I smiled as I got some really hot tingles in my pussy. I slowly stepped towards the door to escape. He caught me and ripped my night gown right off of me. I struggled, trying to fight him off of me. He held my legs and spread them apart. I tried to kick, but he was to strong as he slowly brought his face to my pussy. He turned and put his knees on my arms, holding them down tight. I was forced to watch his cock slowly drop down to my mouth and in.
I struggled as he began to fuck my mouth. My pussy was so hot it was quivering as he licked me. His licking made me fuck his tongue, I moaned a long moan as I climaxed big and shook. He pumped my mouth full and overflowing with his cum.
It was the best 69 we’d ever had.
—————
For my birthday, he said he would bring me over dinner and a very ’Special’ dessert. He said it was being delivered. We waited as I fought off his trying to feel me up, and finger fuck me. A knock at the door, and my guy friend from work Berry stood there with a pizza. Berry and I hugged and we all ate the pizza. Berry was a handsome dude with lots of girlfriends. We were good buddy’s at work but never dated. We all settled on my couch, one guy on each side of me.
Next thing I know they both are attacking me. My heart jumped as my pussy got massive tingles. I had never fantasized about 2 guys fantasy raping me
ever. I said: “What the hell do you guys think you doing!” My boyfriend and Berry both started sticking their tongues in my mouth.
Four hands feeling my tits and pussy as I tried to fight them off.
They both were kissing me all over. I had never been hotter than this. I pushed at them and struggled but they started tearing my dress off. They tore my bra and panties both as I struggled. I felt lots of fingers on and in my pussy, and each one sucked one of my tits. I was so hot I could hardly catch my breath.
They held me down and Berry started sticking his boner in my pussy. His hot hands were all over my legs feeling them. My boyfriend held my head tight as I tried to move it. He started sticking his cock in my mouth. They both felt my body all over. My nipples were rock hard. It was gloriously wonderful. They both took turns fucking me and forcing me to suck their cocks.
I had orgasmed about 4 times already. My boyfriend started fucking me in my pussy fast and hard. His body was hot on me and we kissed between breaths. I felt dizzy as Berry deep throated my mouth with his cock. His eyes were so intense, as he panted for air. I loved seeing them so excited. They were getting to rape a woman who WANTED them to!
I felt the heat from their body’s, their shaking hands, their breathing so heavy. I felt their skin so hot on me. They both wanted to fuck me so bad, they trembling they so were excited.
They both moaned as they fucked my pussy and mouth. Berry got under me and stuck his cock in my wet pussy. My boyfriend licked my clit so intense, I orgasmed.
Then, something I never expected.
My boyfriend got in top of me and he started putting his cock in my pussy too! I moaned and squirmed. I told them: “You bastards both can’t fuck me!”
.but they were and I was loving it.
Berry’s hands were around me going crazy squeezing my tits and nipples. My boyfriend was kissing my face all over.
I could only moan talk in spurts. “Get
off
me
you
two
fucking
animals!!! I reached down because I wanted to feel to cocks in me. Both were wet and slick sliding in and out of me. Then Berry moaned and I felt a huge shot of cum burst in me. My boyfriend then started shooting his cum in me and I climaxed so hard I almost blacked out.
The couch was even shaking as they fucked me hard. We all moaned and cum ran out my pussy like never before. We all squirmed as they kept pumping more cum in me. I squeezed my pussy down on the two cock as hard as I could, my pussy was trembling. We all gasp for breath over and over. My pussy pulsed by itself. My clit felt like it was on fire with tingles.
They just keep pumping cum in me until they went weak. My mind felt like it left the planet with pleasure. I went weak and shaky. Three very spent people sucking for air was all that could be heard. I savored the feeling of two cocks in me. It was an over the top feeling.
———————-
It was the best birthday present ever
..
————–
Oh


 about dessert
.
“Berry“
..was my dessert.
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On my boyfriends birthday, I talked to my best friend Carla, and we agreed to get my boyfriend naked and
.
..but that’s another story



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When In Rome – 05

Author’s NotesScene two is slightly violent / degrading.
_____________________________
CHAPTER THREE:
Scene 01: Lykos – Sex? Yes.
Scene 02: Atticus – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? No.
_____________________________LYKOS
Lykos opened his eyes and glanced over at his son.
“What was I saying?” He fisted his hand in Callia’s hair as she stroked his cock. It was soaking wet from her mouth, but she’d taken a detour. He heard her hungry moans as she sucked on his balls, pulling them into her mouth. He watched her little hips rock for a moment, fucking the air as she slapped his cock against her own lips.
Cassius sat across from him, his head tilted as he stared at his sister’s cunt.
“What?” Cassius glanced up at him. “Oh, something about thirty new whores showing up on your doorstep.”Right. Lykos groaned as he felt Callia begin to guide him down her throat. He patted her head. She’d been such a good whore today. The emperor had been extremely pleased with the show she put on. He’d always been pleased with her. Callia had fucked six of his guards in front of him. Then bathed, and served the emperor for hours.
And here the little whore was, on her eighth cock of the day. Her own father’s. And she was hadn’t slowed a bit. She was sucking him greedily, lust filled little moans as she placed sloppy little kisses on his shaft.
“Right. This whore situation is a problem,” he informed his son.
Cassius’s eyes never left Callia. Lykos didn’t blame him. Callia in action was a sight worth seeing. Gods, she had worked those fucking cocks today. He was almost proud of her.
“Failing to see how more whores is a problem, Father.”
Lykos pushed his daughters head down on his cock, filling his throat until her mouth was nestled snuggly at the base of his cock, and then he fucked it. Short little strokes deeper into her mouth until he knew she needed to breath. She pulled back choking, but her mouth was back on his cock in an instant.
“The whores aren’t here just for work. They want to work here for sanctuary. Another half dozen whores, and two noble girls have been found dead. That the whores are showing up here makes it look like we had something to do with it, like we’re behind the killings because we have something to gain by it.”
Cassius rubbed at the dark circles under his eyes.
“I need you to find this killer, my son. I need him broken and confessing. And then I need him killed. Publicly. Violently.”
His son’s eyes narrowed. “I prefer killing in the dark.”
He felt his daughter’s mouth tense around his cock.
“Don’t frighten Callia while she’s got a cock in her mouth,” he chided. “I’d hate to have to whip her for using teeth. She was such a good girl today.”
Cassius stilled, and then he stood up abruptly. “I’ll leave immediately. I may not be back until Sun’s Day. The whore is mine when I return.”
He leaned forward and slapped his little girl’s ass, spread her cheeks wide open to trail a finger up her soaking wet slit.
“I’m sure I’ll be done with her by then.”
Cassius left, the door slamming behind him. He gently pushed Callia’s head off his cock. “Lean back, show Daddy what they did to your pussy, Baby.”
His little girl grinned up at him, and leaned back against the floor. She spread her legs wide open for him, tilting her pelvis up to give him a good view. She spread her cunt wide open, her fingers pulling apart her tiny, pink inner lips.
“Touch it, baby. Show Daddy how you play with it.”
She moaned and leaned her head back against the ground as her fingers trailed up her wet little slit. She slapped at her clit and then worked slow circles around it. He slid down onto the floor next to her, and squeezed one of her little tits in his hand as his little girl rubbed her own pussy.
Her hips rocked off the ground as she fingered her clit, and her eyes met his. She stared into his eyes, her tongue sliding over her bottom lip.
He kissed her forehead. “You like when Daddy watches you touch it?”
She giggled and moaned up at him. “I like it better when Daddy fucks it.”
He laughed, stroking one of her nipples between his fingers.
“Do you want daddy to fuck your little cunt, Callia?”
Her hips rocked off the floor to meet the finger she’d just slid into her wet little cunt. “I always want my daddy to fuck my wet little cunt.”
Who was he to say no? After all, that little cunt – and her mouth, and her ass – had earned him an obscene amount of coin today.
He climbed between her legs and she spread them even wider. He pushed his cock against her entrance, and grabbed her hips. When he slid inside her, it was hard enough that her little tits bounced with the force of his stroke. He dug his fingers into her hips, stroking slowly now, pushing himself so deep inside his little girl’s willing, soaking body. She threw her head back, and pushed her hips against his. Her strokes were lazy, but her little hole was so wet, so fucking hot around his cock.
She bit her lip, smiled up at him. Gods, when she made that face, she looked just like her mother. He’d fucked Breena just like this, so many times. Her naked and wet, legs spread as she begged for his cock.
He leaned over Callia and kissed her mouth, tentatively, the way he’d kissed her mother. He’d never kissed their child before.. The thought had never crossed his mind. Callia froze at first, and then she pushed her mouth against his as his cock drove in and out of her cunt. He pounded her after that, fucking her rougher than he ever had before. His cock filled his child, the little girl that the only woman he’d ever loved had carried in her belly. He covered her mouth, squeezed her tits, fucked her until her cries consumed him. And then he fucked her harder. He felt his daughter’s cunt spasm around him. She was going to cum with his cock inside her.
He didn’t last long after that. She’d taken so many cocks, and he’d loved watching it. Every minute of his little whore preforming and he stared at her sweet little face as his balls emptied deep inside her cunt.
She laid on the ground, torn, spent unable to move, and he spread her legs wider to see the thick white cum inside her cunt. The same cum that that he’d pumped into her mother so many years ago.
She smiled up at him. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He kissed her head. “Go to bed, child.”
*ATTICUS
He’d managed to find the little whore before she’d been given breakfast.
He sat back on the edge of his bed, naked. Cock throbbing.
He’d made her sit and watch as he ate his own meal. He’d savored every bite, chewed slowly. Ensured that he fully described how delicious it was.
Callia had sat naked at his feet, hands bound behind her back. She tried so hard to look patient, but he could hear her stomach growling beneath him. When he finished, he didn’t move immediately. He just sat back, arms crossed over his chest. Atticus fucking hated his father’s bastard daughter; the whore he’d whelped on some Celtic slave. His brothers couldn’t see past their own cocks. They saw her as a pretty whore, a willing mouth, a wet cunt. He saw her as something disgusting. A piece of filth that didn’t deserve the air she was allowed to breathe.
He dumped what was left on his plate in a little bowl and sat it in front of her. He poured the smallest bit of water in a matching bowl and placed it beside the first. He checked the rope he’d tied around her hands. It was secure.
“Eat.”
She bit her lip as she looked down at the dishes he’d given her, and she looked back up at him.
“I.. I c-can’t. Now with my hands tied, Atticus.” She kept her eyes on the floor, as if that would somehow make up for her disobedience.
He slapped her, back handed her, with all of the force he could put behind it. He felt his knuckles against her mouth, and when he looked down at her he smiled as the small trickle of blood on her bottom lip.
He took her jaw in his fingers, digging hard into the skin and bone.
“You want to fuck like a dog, little sister? Stick your ass up in the air for every cock that passes by you?” He guided her face down to the bowls. “Then eat like a dog, Bitch.”
He could see her jaw tightening, the slow blush of red in her cheeks. Her eyes were shiny, bright with tears. His cock tensed. That’s it, cry for me, you little whore.
He stroked his cock slowly as he watched her bend forward to eat the scraps off his plate. At first she sniffled and whimpered, but then some fucking kind of resolve, some determination, crossed her eyes as she finished. She stuck her ass up in the air as she stuck her face in the bowl, and when she finished, she looked up at him. She looked pleased with herself. Defiant.
He slapped her again, this time with enough force to knock her off her knees and to the floor. She curled in on herself, the trickle on her lip bigger. More red. Her arms were tied behind her back, and she struggled to get up off the floor.
He grabbed her by the back of the neck, his other hand fisted in her hair, and guided her face to her water bowl. “Drink it, bitch.”
It was a struggle, but the little cunt obeyed. She tried her hardest to lap up water with her tongue, but it was difficult. Such is the problem with bitches in little girl bodies. His cock was hanging heavy between his legs, and he was growing impatient.
He pulled her back up on her knees. “Time for tea, little sister. Can’t have a whore like you breeding, now can we?”
He grabbed one of the two cups of whores-tea he’d grabbed from the kitchens and held her by the throat with the other hand.
“Face up to the sky. Open your mouth.”
Her body shook, but she obeyed.
He poured the tea sloppily into her open mouth. It ran down the sides of her cheeks as she choked on it. This was why he’d brought two cups. He knew the little cunt would spill. He didn’t expect his hound to have table manners, why would the little whore be any better?
He filled her mouth with the rest of the cup, and she managed to choke a little less this time. The tea still dripped down her cheeks, and her eyes watered with hot tears that he hoped were painful. He rubbed her jaw with his thumb.
“Looks like you need a bit more. Do try not to spill so much this time.”
He emptied half of the second cup into her open mouth, and she choked. Coughing, gasping for air, spat the foul tea all over his floor.
He backhanded her.
When she looked up at him, her eyes were bleak and tears were pouring down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Atticus.”
He laughed. “Not yet, you aren’t. But you will be.”
He shoved her forward, hand on the back of her neck. He pushed her face to the ground. She was on her knees, hands behind her back, dirty face on the ground, looking at him. She trembled, whimpered, but she kept her ass high up in the air, her legs spread wide for her own fucking brother. She was disgusting.
When he slid his hand between her legs, her cunt was wet.
“Tell me, bitch. Which of your brother’s cocks do you enjoy most?”
She looked back at him, her eyes wide. He could see her mind spinning.. In fear. That puzzled him. That question should have shamed her, not made her afraid.
He frowned. Titled his head. “It’s a simple question, Bitch. You spread your legs for every man in your family. Whose cock do you like best?”
“Father’s,” she finally admitted. But..
“You’re lying.” He grabbed her chin and twisted it up to meet his face and she cried out in pain. “Why are you lying to me? It’s a simple question. Hector’s? Gaius’s? Surely not Marcus’s.”
“I’m not lying.” Her voice shook. “I j-just.. I’m a whore, Atticus. And I like it best when Daddy fucks me. I like it best when my own father cums inside my cunt.”
He flipped her over on her back. She was still lying, but hearing the little bitch talk about how much she loved her father’s cock.. She made him sick.
He forced her legs open. She was so tiny. Such a filthy cunt to be so little. He laid his cock between her legs, on her stomach. He slapped it against her, his balls heavy as he measured it against her. If he just let his balls lay against her cunt, the tip of his cock was higher than her naval. He did like that. Having such a tiny little whore at his mercy. He slapped one of her little tits, and she cried out.
Her nipples were so hard, and no matter what he did to her her cunt would be wet and slick. For her brother, no less. She would enjoy his cock, probably cum around it.
He slapped her face again. Harder, ripping open the little barely-healed cut on her lip. And then he slapped her again. He hated that she made his cock so fucking hard, made it throb and ache to be inside her. She was worthless. She was disgusting, and yet he couldn’t seem to stop himself from using her. It was her fault. Not his.
He rolled her over, gripped her legs, forced her on her knees and her head back to the ground. “That’s it, ass up in the air like a bitch in heat. You want this cock, don’t you? Want to be fucked?”
She whimpered.
“Yes,” she whispered softly, her voice full of tears.
He would not fuck her cunt. That’s what she wanted, wanted his cock to slam inside her wet little hole.
He didn’t bother himself with getting her asshole wet. He wiped the tiny bit of her wetness that was on the tip of his cock on her leg and positioned himself right at the entrance to her ass.
He didn’t work it in. Didn’t try to make it easy on her.
He positioned the head of his cock, raised on his knees, and wrapped on arm around her waist while he forced his cock deep in her ass. Her body tightened, and he could feel the muscles clench as her scream echoed in his room.
Her body, subconsciously, tried to deny him entrance. She fought against him, but she’d taken too many cocks in her ass the day before. It was still tight. Still deliciously dry. But just loosened enough that she could do nothing to stop him. On his second attempt, he was inside her. His balls rested against her wet cunt and he felt her ass so fucking tight around him. She was screaming, but not in pleasure. Begging, but not for him to fuck her.
He pulled out, and forced himself back in. Again. Two hard thrusts as he took her hair in his hands and pulled her face around so he could see the hot tears on her cheeks.
“Why pretend like you don’t like it? I heard how many cocks you took in this little ass.” He pounded her, his words punctuated by heavy thrusts. “I heard about how many times you came with strange men’s cocks inside you, you worthless little cunt. Don’t pretend.”
He forced her knees closer together, making her even tighter around him. He wanted to fucking destroy her. When he pulled her face back to him by the hair. “Did you beg for their cum while our father watched?”
She didn’t meet his eyes, but she nodded. And when he felt her ass starting to move back against him, he hit her in the side of her head with his fist. Then he let go of her hair.
Her face slammed into the stone floor, and she writhed, trying to push the hurt side of her face into her shoulder. She was really crying now, and his cock pounded inside her, jerking, making his stomach tighten as he heard her weeping quietly.
“You think you’re special, don’t you Bitch? Because men can’t keep their hands off you.” He hissed. “I know Callia. You think you’re something because the fucking Emperor used to pump that sweet, tiny little cunt full of royal cum. He couldn’t keep his hands off you when you were a girl, and you think that makes you better than me. But that was a very long time ago, Bitch. You’re nothing. Nothing.”
He stroked her back. With his fingernails. Dug them into her flesh, watching red tracks spread behind where he touched. “What’s wrong, darling sister?”
She tried to arch away from him.
“You’re h-hurting me.” She whimpered, and it undid him. He pounded her, harder, faster, trying to fuck through her. He heard her crying beneath him, and he felt powerful. Alive. Strong. He pulled out. He gripped her ass in his hands, pulling it wide open to see the red, fucked raw little hole. The hole his cock had violated, stretched wide.
And then he stood up and kicked her. Used hit foot to roll her over onto her back.
“What’s wrong, Baby Sister? Didn’t get to cum?” He bent over and spat in her face. “Good.”
He gripped his cock, slapped it hard against her cheek. Then he stroked it, his eyes focused on the blood on her lip, the tears in her eyes, and his spit pooled just to the left of her nose.
Three strokes. That was all it took, and he shot his cum right onto her disgusting little face.
He sat down next to her, watching her sniffle and try to pull herself together.
He smiled to himself, a cruel, triumphant grin as he leaned down and whispered in her ear. “By the way, father’s waiting for you. And he’s so very, very angry with you Callia. And if I were a betting man, I’d bet I might not have to see that filthy little face around here for much longer. Today may very well be the day. What have you done this time?”
*CASSIUS
Cassius arrived home early, covered in blood. His sword needed cleaned. Desperately. His knuckles were busted open, swollen and inflamed. Every muscle in his body ached. Gods, was twenty-eight really that old?
He wanted Callia. Now, underneath him, wrapped around him. He was too tired to beat her. But he hadn’t been able to sleep the night before replaying her over and over in his mind, taking those cocks like a little champion.
Someday, she would be his, and he would be the one arranging for her to be fucked. And then he’d beat her, while she was still covered cum and fuck her senseless. Show her how it was really done.
He stripped off his blood-stained clothing as he turned down the hall that led to the underground slave pens and frowned.
The door to the Hole was open. He hadn’t seen it open in years. Two slaves were inside, mopping the floor under the flogging rack. Both were sobbing quietly as they cleaned, and when he entered, both jumped.
He gestured around. “Who was punished in here?”
Neither answered him, their sobs had become louder as they both backed away from him, away from the instruments of pain his father kept in that room. Lykos didn’t enjoy pain as a part of sex. But he was skilled in the art of punishment. His father took pride in that.
“Who was punished? I order you to fucking tell me.”
A slave whose name he didn’t know stared at the ground.
“C-Callia, Dominus. Your sister.”
He didn’t remember grabbing the girl. The next thing he knew, his fingers were digging into her arms and she was screaming in pain. Begging. He shook her, hard. The small bowl of water she was holding clattered to his feet.
“What did they do to her?”
Tears were pouring down the terrified slave’s face. He could see red spatter on the floor. The other girl had been cleaning a.. He shook the girl harder. His voice thundered.
“F-flogged. Dominus. About an hour past.”
A theives’ punishment. He felt every muscle in his body tense. He could barely see the girl he has holding through the sheet of red in front of his eyes. His heart, raging beats pounded in his ears.
“Why?” His voice was flat. Eerily calm, even to him.
“One of her men. A regular. He left and realized he was missing a r-ring. He said she must have taken it.”
He tried to breathe. To ease up on the girl’s arms.
“How many times?”
“Twenty-seven. O-one for every d-denarii he said the ring was worth.”
He let go of her arms. “Do you know where she is?”
“G-Galla took her to clean her wounds. The slaves’ baths, I t-think, Dominus.”
He was out the door before he realized he’d moved, heavy, running footfalls as he took the stairs down to the slave pens. The door to the baths was locked and he kicked it open, a satisfied smile as the lock splintered through the wood.
Galla rushed at him. The weathered old woman in charge of cleaning and feeding the whores had terror in her eyes but she lunged at him any way.
“You get out of here, Cassius.” The old woman seethed as she tried to march him to the door. She barely came up to his chest. “She’s hurt. You’ll just have to wait. I’m not letting her leave this room.”
He couldn’t respond to her. Couldn’t look at her. He barely noticed her as he stared at Callia’s poor, little bloodied back. She was passed out, sleeping or unconscious on the island of the bathtub. He staggered, and Galla slapped at his chest.
“For the love of Jupiter, she can’t take another beating.”
His little sister stirred, and her eyes opened wide with fear. And then she saw him. And the relief in her eyes hurt him somewhere deep in his chest.
She was on her feet in a second, staggering over to him. She shoved past Galla and then her arms were around his neck. He melted. He struggled to find a way to embrace her without touching her back, and settled for one hand on the back of her head, and another on the curve of her arm. He gripped her to him, and didn’t let go even when he head Galla’s surprised gasp.
Callia was crying into his chest, and Galla was staring at them, not bothering to hide her shock. Fuck. That was not good.
She pushed Callia away from him gently, but what he did next was nowhere near gentle.
He was holding the old woman against the wall, his sword to her throat.
“I don’t know what you think you just saw, old-”
“Cass.” Callia was pulling at his arm, her eyes wide as she stared up at him. “Don’t.”
She looked afraid.
The old woman, however, did not. She just stood very still, and met his eyes. She gave him as much of a nod as she could with his sword against her throat.
“They could kill me. I won’t say a word. I raised that girl, Cassius. My own daughter nursed her after her mother died. I love her, too.”
Too. Fuck. She knew. The cunning old woman had seen it. He knew he’d probably live to regret it, but he released her. He helped Callia back to the edge of the tub.
“I need someone to go to the market. How’s your memory, old woman?”
“Sharper than yours.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to remember what went in the salve he needed to make.
He was a killer, not a healer. He listed off the few ingredients he remembered, and Galla stopped him.
“You want to make the salve her mother used to put on your back.”
He frowned. “How do you know of this?”
She smiled, her eyes sad. “Breena was my friend, child. And you were always her favorite. She loved you. She didn’t hate your mother because she wanted her husband. She hated how Lyssandra treated you. She’d have killed her for it, given half the chance.”
Instead, Lyssandra had killed her.
Galla patted his arm, a gentle gesture he wasn’t used to from anyone but Callie.
“I’ll go get what you need. Take care of her until I return.”
He was left alone with his little sister, and he watched her whimper as she slept. She burned with fever and he burned with rage. He was going to kill them all. Dance in their blood. Give their heads to Callie as a sign of his love.
He wondered if she’d like that.

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The “Red” hot lady next door

.OK
I’m guilty, I told myself. He’s young, good looking, and I got carried away with him. Justin is just very hot to me, I couldn’t help my self.

.I’m Molly, and maybe by writing about this will get my head straight
.but I doubt it,
 it’s really to late and I’m turned on all the time now. 
..I’m divorced, I have a good figure, long red hair and I’m just plain horny all the time it seems. The bar scene just wasn’t cutting it for me. Quickie drunk fucking was only relief. I wanted a hot younger guy, with lots of foreplay. I wanted him to make me so hot, so I would climax like I did with
.

.well
I’ll just say
’a family member’. This person would get me so hot, I became this wonderful exciting animal. He would make me release an inner female in me that made me fuck till I screamed with joy. He taught me how to suck a boner and make it cum real hard. He licked my pussy so damn good, I would almost begged him to stop
but of course
I never did.

..Yes, he spoiled me bad. We fucked day and night. In the woods, in empty houses and buildings. His van was our little sex room. I could make him cum big while he drove the van, and while he had his fingers in my wet pussy. He sometimes dove me to a secluded place and licked my pussy so good, I would yell my guts out in trembling joy. He would then get his knees on top of me and fuck my mouth, filling it with his hot cum

 god I miss that.

..Mom never knew any of this as she was to busy fucking her boyfriend all the time. I miss all that I grew up with. Now I had my sites on the teenage kid next door.

..I had slowly became friends with Justin’s parents and this got me close to him. I saw him slightly eyeballing me. I had to get his attention way better than that. One afternoon I was standing if front of my upstairs bedroom French windowed patio door. It was all glass. I noticed very carefully, him looking out his blinds at me. I pretended not to notice. I put on a show for him by slowly undressing in front of the floor length window. I slowly peeled off my top and bra.
……The gap in his blinds got bigger. I felt my own good sized tits and played with my nipples. I pulled them up and licked my own nipples. I slowly inched down my shorts, then teasingly pulled down my bright blue panties. I could now glance and see his eyes peering out. I was completely naked. I happen to have a big red bush. I ran my fingers through it, and spread my legs. I let my middle finger disappear inside my pussy. It looked like my eyes were closed as I noticed his peering eyes now wide open through the one louver open. I fantasized about him getting a huge hardon and rubbing it while gazing at me.


I left the window. I wanted to start him thinking about me,
.. and did he ever
..

..This was on a Tuesday late afternoon. I was home from work and him home from school. Wednesday. Right on time to put on my little show again. I kicked it up a little by fingering my pussy with both hands
just a little. Now he had something stuck in his blinds to hold the one louver open. I could barely see his eyes peering out
.leaving his hands free?
I hoped he was wanking while watch me.

..Thursday. I now laid on my bed and started masturbating myself. I squirmed and lifted my hips up and down. I pointed my pussy right at his window. Now I noticed a pair of binoculars at the window. Just what I wanted.

.Friday. I took my silver long vibrator and worked it in my pussy, over and over. I really was masturbating, and I fantasized his teenage boner in me. My legs were wide open in front of the window. He was back to just his eyes looking through the blinds. I just knew he was wanking while looking at me. I licked my ‘mister silver’, I called it, and gave it a nice wet blow job. I pretended it shot cum in my mouth and I had to lick it all off. I saw the blinds swinging slightly back and forth. I closed my eyes and pictured him shooting his cum because of me. I got a new high feeling in my pussy, and an uncontrolled moan
just came out of my mouth. I could almost feel his dick in me, shooting and pumping in his warm cum.

.I slowly opened my eyes
.he was gone from the window.

.I knew how to flirt with men. As a redhead I always got plenty of male attention, but this window thing was new to me. I loved making myself all hot knowing he was watching. I was getting a new turn on from it, and I was becoming driven to get him close to me.

..Ok,
. I said to myself I knew I was becoming obsessed with him and was just letting it happen. My masturbation was taking on a new high by thinking of his young teenage dick slipping in my pussy. That night I went to bed early to have time for a long masturbation time. I lay there with just a night light on, fantasizing Justin feeling my pussy. I was letting it build up when
.

.. his bedroom light came on. I got a wonderful buzz in my pussy that made me gasp. I could see his shadow on the blinds, as he passed them. Now I was getting a shadow show as he was undressing. Off came his shirt. His lights went almost out. He must have turned on a small night light. I watched his blind slowly come up. There he stood in the low light
naked. I could only see down to his waist. Then he must have stepped on something to raise him higher. He slowly started stroking his nice size dick. I slowly got out of my bed and inched closer to my window
naked. We now both stood there in the low light watching each other.
Justin’s later
. told me his thoughts at the time
.

.I wanted to fuck you Molly so bad, I couldn’t sleep. Watching your beautiful body through my blinds had me hot, I couldn’t wait that night for another wet dream. When you slowly appeared naked, I thought I was dreaming. I couldn’t take it and had to stroke myself and relive my desire. I don’t know how much you could see, but I splattered that window with my best cum ever. It buckled my knees and I had to lay back on my bed or fall down
..

..I told him later my memories of that night.

I was getting myself all hot to masturbate thinking about you and I having hot sex. I saw your light come on and your shadow on the blinds. When I saw your lights go low, and your blind go slowly up
.I had to get closer. My pussy was already wet and hot, so I put my fingers in it from one hand, and massaged my clit with the other. As my eyes adjusted to the low light, there you were, dick in hand stroking. Just as I massaged my clit
I saw the cum shoot on your window. I automatically climaxed and fell back on my bed dizzy. It was wonderful to have a live show of you cuming. I’ll never forget that night
.ever.

..That Saturday early, Justin knocked on my door. I peeked out and was all ready for him in case he decided to make contact with me. I had on a bright light blue see thru robe thing. Bright red bra, and red panties.
Justin told me much later, what he thought about at the time, this all was happening


..I noticed Molly the very first she came over to our house. What a knock out of a woman. The beautiful red hair, and sexy body. I pretended not to stare. I figured I’d never get to fuck a woman like her, but I fantasized about it a lot. I had noticed her out my bedroom window one afternoon after school. As she got undressed I got a big boner. Damn she was sexy looking. Every afternoon she did it again but showed more. I had to wank watching her. I wanted to fuck her real bad. Finally after a few days of this, and that wonderful window cum, I had to find a reason to get close to her. Fuck it, Saturday morning, I just went over and knocked on her door. I’d make up some reason to talk to her
.
———-

..I opened the door for Justin and said: “Justin, come on in.” He was shook up and stammered his speech a little. His eyes were wide open checking out my body. He tried not to stare but was failing at it. He said: “I
.well
my folks are gone for the weekend
and ..so
and 
I was just going for some breakfast
and wondered if I could bring you 
.maybe something”
.

.I smiled. I almost felt sorry for him, so nervous and looking around the room, and trying not to look at me. “Breakfast?”
.”Come with me Justin.” He followed me into my kitchen. I said: “I was just making breakfast, have a seat.”

.The kid didn’t stand a chance against my sexy charms. I did sexy wiggles and hummed as I fixed us the food. He looked like he was in a trance watching me. I leaned over as much as I could to show my cleavage. He had a big boner and tried to hide it.

.After we ate and I had bumped his legs with mine many times, it was time to get some action going. We stood side by side as he helped me to the dishes. I rubbed up against him all I could. His shyness soon left and we joked and bumped each other teasing each other. We had both wanked to each other and I was getting anxious to get him in my bed. I said: “Oh Justin, while you’re here, I wonder if you could help me move my bed over a little?” He smiled at me and said: “I would love to get you in your bedroom
Oh
and help
of course.”

..This big kid, picked me up and carried me up stairs!
My heart was racing and I started having a flashback
.

it was to my childhood to when my two older brothers use to chase me in the woods. I would try and hide, teasing them and acting sexy to get them to chase me. They always caught me and started tickling me. Soon the chases got into feeling me up. I loved it and giggled and squirmed. The both started slipping their hands in my dress and feeling my bare tits. Next was their hands in my panties and I felt their fingers around and in my pussy. I was so excited, but teased and said I ‘might’ tell on them. They said they would say they caught me fooling with my boyfriend Tommy in the woods and I would get in trouble. We had a standoff in fun. They had a hiding place they build in the woods, and took me there. Now we really got to playing with sex things. The last time we did this I jacked one of them off sucked the other ones dick, as they licked my pussy. We never had real sex, but I loved them getting me so hot and fingering my pussy to orgasm
.

..now I was headed upstairs to my own bedroom for some real full sex


..Justin whispered quietly in my ear as he carried up: “Molly, I think you the hottest looking, most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Sorry if that startles you but
”

.I just started kissing him. I’d waited long enough. We slowly settled on my bed, and the very hot kissing began. He lay on top of me and I felt that hidden boner push against my pussy. We helped each other off with our clothes. We breathlessly said how our windows made us so hot, day after day. The talking stopped as we gasp our breathing and back to kissing us all over began. Finally I was getting what I wanted. He took his time feeling, kissing and massaging me. I was squirming as I began to get noisy. I had always been a moaner and loud. Out it came as his hands felt my tits and rubbed my waiting pussy. He dived for my red bush like a released anxious man. Oh my god, he knew just where to lick me so good. I let him do it, but just waited to turn and get that big boner of his in between my lips.
Justin‘s thoughts
..

.I had seen this bright red bush through my window, and now I was tasting it
I had found myself attracted to ‘true’ redheads. Some porn sites said
.’Redhead’ does this or that
but
by seeing the pubic hair told me if it was a true redhead. Those stunning copper colored bushes turned me on big time. This was my first redhead to play with and I was loving it. Her pure white skin was awesome. Lots of pink at her pussy
.wow
.I was in heaven. She slowly began to turn me so she could have my boner to play with.
I was in 69 glory now. I couldn’t get enough of her and that smooth snow white skin. 
..She made me feel aggressive and I ate her pussy all over. I held her legs and hips tight. Her sweet hands were feeling my balls and my body as she got my boner so wet and slick. I could feel my balls churning getting ready to inject her sweet mouth with a big load. I zeroed in on her bright pink clit and attacked it with my lips and tongue. She was a moaner and let me know what turned her on. I was doing my own moaning as her tongue teased the head of my full, rock hard boner

..no more dreaming about eating her red haired pussy
I was doing it! She moved her pussy and hips so hot with every lick of her clit. Lick, jump and moan I did to her, over and over and now faster. She pushed her pussy hard into my tongue and held it
..trembled real hard
.and yelled a moan that gave me a ultimate high
my cum raced out of my boner and shot in her waiting mouth
.she never stopped moaning now. Shot after shot of cum filler her mouth. She was shocked and couldn’t swallow it fast enough. It seemed like it lasted forever for a while as my body twitched with hers. Our breathing was like that of a drowning person
.gasp after gasp as our sexual high jolted us like an electric shock.

.We neither one expected this and just quietly moaned until sleep took us away
..
———-

.I slowly opened my eyes, feeling so content and mellow. Justin was gone. I was covered up with a sheet. I snuggled up to relive my little dream that came true again and again. I wanted a lot more of this and soon, plans raced through my mind to get what I wanted. He said his parents were gone for the weekend
..I had an urge to tie him to my bed for the time left.

.. My thoughts started expanding beyond my old limits as I started thinking about
..I shuddered with a hot flash
..

.Where were these thoughts coming from? I dared to think about
.Oh damn
 I can’t even take the new urges I was getting
I actually wanted
.
. to have Justin and another teen friend, both fucking me
.that thought sent like a electric shock to my pussy.

.I thought
.the thought will pass, it’s just to crazy.
It didn’t pass, but only got more intense.

.. I thought more
.slowly the deep suppressed thoughts came to me
.now I get it
.oh god yes, that’s it!


Just like my two brothers both feeling me when I was young, I wanted that again and more. I never had full sex with my brothers, but now I saw the good possibility of getting that double fuck I had always wanted
. but kept suppressed. My heart was racing and new good feelings came to my now wet pussy. I lay there with a new excitement giving me hot flashes.

. I got up and headed for the shower. I had to masturbate.

..It was the best fingering climax I’d ever had so far as I fantasized about four hands feeling me and two cocks shooting cum. I weakly got out of the shower
..

.Four PM, and Justin is back knocking on my door again. I looked for any neighbors looking as I let him in
all clear. Like two magnets we were kissing and feeling us all over. I had just gotten out of the shower and had on my white robe with a big white towel on my head for my wet hair. He was shaking he wanted me so bad. Now was the time to arrange for my double fuck.

.This was no easy task. I wanted him too, but I had to start the action for our threesome. I walked him over to the couch. By now he had one hand in my panties, and one under my bra. I loved it, and tried to keep my head on my goal. I got hot and weak as he knew just how to make me so hot.

I slowly pulled his hands out and held them. I slid my lips off his and whispered in his ear, breathlessly
.(“
we have to talk, Justin”)
Justin’s thoughts at the time
.

.Oh shit, here it comes. ’
we can’t do this anymore’
’it’s just wrong’
’can’t we just be friends?’
kind of talk. Oh
It was not like that at all. Instead I got hotter as she told me her desires
.
———

I ask Justin who his BFF was.(best friend forever). He immediately said: “Tony”, his best buddy. In fact, Tony was coming over later to watch some porn with Justin. Justin needed to call him to cancel, if my evening was clear to be with him.

 I grabbed the opportunity
.
I began telling Justin my desire to be with two guys and why
.he just interrupted me and said: “It’s a done deal. Tony will go for it tonight if you want. I know Tony, and believe me, he’ll be real glad to ‘help out’ with your desire!” I smiled big and attacked him on the couch. We stopped short from fucking so I could get them both tonight
damn, this was making me wet!

I led him to the door as we both panted and kissed, looking forward to tonight. Tonight at 9pm, they would quietly come over
.

.I had to sit down and take a breath
I was dizzy with excitement.

.By 9 I had the house darkened down as I waited for them. I had on a sheer turquoise full length night gown on. I had a bright orange bra and matching panties. I waited
.finally I heard the front door slowly open, and then close. I jumped out from the hallway and said: “If you guy want me, you’ll have to catch me“, and took off up stairs. I wanted them to chase me just like my brothers use to.
…..I ran around giggling and finally let them catch me. I giggled and pushed their hands away as they both were feeling me up. Tony was a good looking kid, with wide eyes at what was happening. They both had big hardons in their jeans. I was in heaven. I could hardly catch my breath as Justin, and then Tony started kissing me all over. I said: “ You guys better leave me alone, or just ‘maybe’ 
I’ll tell your parents.” They smiled and said they would say I ‘raped’ them and then both giggled. I undressed them as they undressed me. I laid on my bed and let them play and play with my body. I had tingles like never before. Two guys licking my pussy and feeling my tits
it was
..awesome! I wanted Justin to fuck me, while I sucked on Tony. I moved them just where I wanted to. It was like having two little love slaves, pleasing a queen. I let the make me hotter and hotter.
….. I knew they would cum quick at this point. I moved Tony’s dick in my mouth as I felt Justin’s dick slide in my pussy. I sucked on Tony and could tell he was about to cum. I stopped. I had them switch. I sucked on Justin as Tony went crazy fucking my pussy. There was no stopping now as I was building up a big climax myself. I worked Tony’s hips fast in me and moaned out loud, my pleasure feelings. 
.Timing was everything. When I knew I was peeking I squeezed my pussy around Tony’s dick, and jacked Justin as fast as I could. I had no choice but to yell loud my euphoria as I felt Tony’s hot cum shooting and flooding my pussy. Justin bucked like a horse as he shot a huge load in the back of my throat. The room began to spin for me
.I lost it in another world of pure ecstasy
.. I had never had two guys at once. I had never had that much cum filling my mouth and pussy
.I savored it as they both just kept pumping all their cum in me
.I passed out in pleasure
.
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.I feel kind of guilty watching the guys wash my car, mow my lawn and clean my house now. The thrill is when I whisper in their ears: (“
window at 10pm..”)

.. I opened my bedroom drapes. I’m fully dressed. Now I see several faces in Justin’s bedroom window, including Justin‘s dad
… I slowly start taking off all my clothes. Piece by piece, feeling myself up all the way. I lay back on my bed naked. I spread my legs wide and with both hands
 begin rubbing my bright red bush
.

..ahhhh
life is good
.

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Connecting with Mother Ch 1

Connecting with Mother
Chapter 1
My work took me back to my childhood home in London that I had left years ago when going to college. Dad had died, prematurely, six months prior to my returning to the old place. My family had been up for the funeral and mum had borne her loss well after a period of natural grief. He had been a good husband and father to me as a single child. I had to leave my family home for a year because of work, going home most but not all weekends.
The return to the old flat (apartment) was loaded with memories of my teen years. I sensed a kind of reconnection with those years as soon as I walked in and particularly when I opened my old bedroom which was located on one side of the bathroom with my parent’s bedroom on the other side. Part of me welcomed the notion of spending time away from home. Though I really missed my two boys, I did not mind being separate from my wife Gillian of 10 years. We were fine as a family but my head was elsewhere sexually. I already roamed in my family town, unbeknown to Gillian. I wasn’t sure what she got up to.
Mum still worked in retail and I think she was glad she had kept up her work over the years. In her mid 50’s I often wondered whether she would connect up with another man. None appeared to be around though she still had a small circle of friends mostly from when Dad had been around. She was still very presentable having kept fairly trim and still looked good and men, often younger, gave her the time of day when she went to the pub on her own. She looked after herself, usually wearing suits for work that emphasised her shape. Her breasts weren’t large but that was probably in her favour, wearing a bra to give her a lift which men at the pub or in her work would privately admire. Her waist had the effect of highlighting her breasts and her hips. From the rear she displayed a full but well shaped arse.
She rarely wore trouser suits preferring skirts, stockings and shoes with a reasonable heel that made her legs still look good. Mum completely rejected tights, preferring suspenders that gave her ‘room to breathe’, her words.
The first time I went to the local pub with her, I noticed how she was acknowledged by the bar staff and the pub users, all respectful yet very warm towards her. I thought she is doing alright.
We sat on a sofa facing each other. I noticed how her skirt rose slightly when she crossed her legs. I felt I slight murmur down below. Just like old times in my teens when I would try to place myself opposite her at home to get a good view up her thighs. We chewed over recent events about our work, the family, holidays. She visibly relaxed, I think partly because she was accompanied by me and it was not obvious who I was. I said nothing to regulars and Mum offered nothing either. Glancing around I noted that one or two men were taking in the view on offer (I had a more limited view). I could only surmise that they had a sight of her pale thigh above her stocking line. I suggested some drinks to which she readily agreed.
Returning I asked Mum if there were any men in her life.
“If only Ian,”
“What does that mean?”
“I’ve not really got the opportunity”
“Here for example?”
“I wouldn’t dream of it here – it would get too complicated if it didn’t work out and anyway I like the pub too much!”
“Sounds like you’re not that bothered Mum”
“No not really, not yet anyway – it’s too close to your Father.”
“What about just fun Mum?”
“You cheeky bugger. Not sure I should even reply to that.” But she did.
“I certainly wouldn’t even think about that here with anyone I vaguely knew.”
“Well some of them are keen by what I can see.” I thought I’d push the boat a bit.
“What the hell do you mean?” at the same time blushing ever so slightly and taking another gulp of wine.
“They like looking at your,” hesitating and changing what I would say, I added, “up your skirt.”
“You are a beasty Ian (reflecting her Glasgow background with a typical phrase not common in London). But it’s good to know there’s still a spark.”
“In them or in you?”
“Both.” Avoiding the specific.
“I’m glad to hear it because it’s certainly apparent to me that you haven’t lost your spark”
“I should really be flattered by that I suppose?”
Mum had finished her glass and said she wanted to get the next round. I had had two pints, yet the beer was great (much better than the piss from where I lived). So we both set ourselves up for another.
She went to the bar to order. I watched her warmth to the barman and a regular, chatting easily. Once they looked over at me. I avoided eye contact without appearing rude. Mum returned placed the drinks down and said she needed to pee. I wondered what she told them about me, a son, a friend, a boy friend (she did not look her age). On her return, she regaled me with their inquisitiveness about me.
“What did you tell them then”?
“I just said you were a friend.” Blushing again just a little.
“Why?”
“You haven’t changed have you Ian – still straight to the jugular.”
“Don’t get me wrong Mum, I don’t mind at all – perhaps I should be flattered this time. Actually, I rather like the idea. It gives us more freedom here and it is your local, though they may get the wrong impression if they see me going into your home.”
“Ian, they don’t know where I live, it’s not that near and we didn’t come here when you lived here.”
“Here’s to our friendship.” Mum just smiled. I respected her right to determine her life at the same time wondering what it might mean.
At home we watched TV for awhile and I got the benefit of thigh exposed. I didn’t know if it was intentional. I decided to go to bed before exposing a growing hardon. After going to the bathroom for a welcome pee, I went into my bedroom. I recalled how we had all left our doors ajar in the past, so I adhered to that practice at least when I was going to sleep. So when working on my laptop I usually closed the door having brought all my necessary gear with me for seamless work and pleasure particularly early on when I was getting used again to being there.
If I left the door open, the screen was not visible from the door and so Mum could not view accidentally what I may have on the screen. I tended to use earphones when I might want to view something erotic with sound. The laptop was on a desk that could also not be viewed from the door.
Tonight I shut the door. I went to one of my favourite sites of mature women masturbating on their own. It usually had the effect of my reaching for my lubricant which made wanking so easy, smooth and quiet. I went to one of my video sites to watch the latest. I was not disappointed. A plump woman in her fifties in a black corset and stockings with heels is masturbating to camera.
A few nights later I had decided to run off some incest stories that really got me going and kept me horny for ages. I stapled each story, some with a profusion of chapters, went to the bathroom and then back to bed. I usually had a read after two to three hours sleep. On waking I put on the small light by my bed enabling me to read and wank at the same time. After about half and hour I heard a movement outside my bedroom, but did not say anything. I think Mum had intended going to the bathroom but my light had distracted her. She was very quiet and it could have been that I had not heard her in the deeply carpeted hallway.
I carried on reading and playing with myself. The bed sheet was just below my erection and my headboard was adjacent to the door. So I could be viewed from the crack between the door and its frame. I was sure she was just standing there totally silent. I carried on reading and wanking getting very excited knowing she was just outside. I decided to maintain the fiction that I was unaware of her presence. I put more lubricant on my cock and continued feeling extremely tense with the tension and my sheer excitement at the thought she was watching me.
I decided to let go and just come for her and myself. I let out a quiet groan of pleasure and release as I came over my stomach and chest and just wilted back into the pillows, but very conscious of Mum outside. I heard her deftly move back to her room.
Putting my light out I was aware that she had moved about in the dark of her room. The benefits of doors ajar were becoming deliciously apparent. I lay still listening intently. After about ten minutes I heard small moans emanating from her bedroom, as she began to play with herself. No I would not do as she did and try get up to peak. Listening from my own bed was very adequate and helped maintain the fiction. Soon a small heave in her voice, I realised she was really getting in to it and I imagined her wanking over what she had just seen. My cock began to stir again. Deep and heavy breathing and sudden ohs and ahs and I knew she had come too. Being in the old family home was having its distinct benefits. I was looking forward to how my renewed acquaintance would unfold.
Next morning I was up and away before Mum needed to rise. Probably a good thing as I was not sure how we would have handled it.
Mum arrived home before me in the evening and we fell into a routine that was cosy and comfortable. She had got dinner ready, but before we ate we usually chewed over our days with a bottle of red wine. Part of the routine was her being comfortable on the settee with her shoes off but raised legs at the knees giving me a sight of her flesh just above her stockings. I could not work out whether it was intentional or not, but it certainly got my cock stirring sufficient for me to cross my legs to disguise my emerging hardon. Sometimes her face was hidden by a newspaper giving me easy viewing. On such occasions she had more thigh exposed. I was beginning to realise it was intended for my benefit. She was feeling better in herself I was sure.
After supper I decided to get out on my own for awhile and went to one of my old haunts, a private porn cinema club. It had a large screen in two rooms with about 30 sets in five rows rising from the front to the back with aisles down both sides. Whilst the films were all het, there was a lively gay scene that tended to congregate at the back of each room. One of the rooms had a wide aisle at the back where it was possible to enjoy the gay scene standing up.
I recalled the old days when a woman would come in with a man, taking seats near the front. Usually the couple came for some fun either with each other whilst getting off on the films or letting guys play with the woman. The golden rule was that the couple would determine what happened. Any man who pushed it or overstepped the mark would be quietly told to back off –the concern being that it could ruin possibilities for all.
No women appeared that evening and I just got more and more randy watching the films wandering from one screen to the other in hope.
When I got home it was quiet and Mum had gone to bed already. I did too and fell into a deep sleep slightly tipsy as well. As usual I woke after about three hours feeling very horny from the evening’s events and decided to read and wank. Sure enough after about twenty minutes I heard a silent shuffle as Mum took up her position in the hall outside my room. My cock was above the sheet, well lubricated and stroked by me. I decided to prolong the stroking before coming. After awhile I heard the softest sound from Mum as she seemed to be looking after herself. I was dying to take a look but bided my time. Suddenly I heard the merest whimper and breathing as I heard Mum coming. How she managed to control her come and breathing I could not imagine, but she went back to her bedroom immediately after.
I put out my light soon after and lay back luxuriating in the shared sex we had experienced without overt knowledge on either’s part. When I let go and came I did not remain very silent and let the spunk spurt over my stomach and chest with a whoosh in my voice conveying to Mum that I was not unaware of what was going on. Something had to happen soon.
Shortly afterwards I had an afternoon free and decided to go back home to play online with Mum at work. On my way in to the flat I noticed that the curtains in Mum’s bedroom were closed. That’s odd she usually is meticulous about opening curtains before going to work. I let myself in very quietly and noticed that her coat was hanging up and her bedroom door was ajar with a bedside light on. I kept very quiet making no noise and went first to my bedroom. I noticed that my top draw was slightly open and went to look. I quickly realised that some of my stories were missing and the ones missing were the incest stories. Well, well well. Should I creep out of the flat or what?
I decided that I would try to look through the crack in the door. I could feel an erection coming on in anticipation.
Going silently to her bedroom door, I saw Mum lying in bed with a negligee lifted above her chest with one hand holding the story whilst her other hand was busily occupied in her cunt masturbating to my stories. She was totally preoccupied wanking to the stories unaware of my presence, moving her free hand deftly between her nipples and her clit. I had not seen her nipples ever before or indeed her breasts which had the effect of 50 plus years on her and were droopy but still full and made me harder just viewing them. Her nipples were surrounded by large areolas, but the startling thing were her nipples themselves stuck out about Ÿ of an inch in sheer stiffness. They were obviously very sensitive as she was spending as much time on them as on her clit. Her nipples were shiny too from her wet cunt.
Pushing the sheet down more I felt my cock really harden as she revealed wearing her suspender belt and stockings showing off the delicious white of her upper thighs near her fast moving hand.
Getting out my cock I started to wank wishing I had my lubricant (I tended not to get much precum ever). Soon I was close. Suddenly Mum plunged her hand in her cunt deep to wet herself more and I could hear her murmuring.
“Yes, fuck its gorgeous, yes fuck him, oh god I wish I was fucking doing it. Yes, yes oh god I’m coming yes oh yes oh fuck yesssss.”
Just as she came I shot my load down her bedroom door and on the hall carpet without making a noise. Zipping up I left the flat as quietly as I had arrived even though I wanted at that moment to confront her and fuck her. I decided not to wait to see what she might do after her lovely cum. I needed a drink to take in what had just happened retiring to the pub, recognising some of the regulars who would have no doubt been delighted to have been in my place to have watched her.
Will she have seen the evidence on the door of my presence? I did wonder but hell I would just play it by ear when I went home. I also knew that she had chosen the incest, mum/son stories, the only ones I had printed off recently. No doubt about it. Yes she was getting off on my favourite stories as I often thought of her when reading them myself. The dirty fucker, she’s just like me and then I recalled her cum comment about wishing it was her. Then I knew it – she must be fantasying about me. I just wanted to believe it.
On my return home, I found her in the kitchen humming away happily with a glass of wine getting the supper ready. She cheerfully greeted me giving me a peck on the cheek. She was wearing a yellow blouse but I didn’t see the pronounced effect of a bra. Her tits did droop somewhat, but it didn’t prevent her nipples pressing against the blouse, though appearing not as stiff as this afternoon. Her skirt to just above her knees and stockings and low heels completed the picture.
“Good day son?”
“Yeh Mum, you too?”
“Fine thanks.”
After supper I changed into some loose elasticated trousers with no fly, a tea shirt and we carried on drinking, watching TV on the settee near each other and in good moods no doubt from the day!
“Can I put my feet up Ian?”
Not quite sure how she meant to do it, I replied, “Sure Mum, go ahead.”
To my surprise she kicked off her shoes and rested her stockinged feet on my lap.
“That’s better, thanks – hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all Mum.” We both continued to consume the wine and it felt very relaxed together.
“Do us a favour Ian, my feet are really tired from standing all day. Would you like to rub them a little for me?”
I had done this many years before with Dad around when I was about ten.
As I began on her small toes, stroking softly between them Mum recalled:
“Do you remember the last time you did this for me Ian with Dad and you both got a bit carried away? You saw a small hole and ladder in the ankle of my stocking and you stuck your finger in it and made it worse. I was slightly irritated but Dad just laughed, so you carried on pulling on the ladder. Dad joined in and began to pull the stockings to pieces. I think Dad and I had been drinking and I lost my irritation and smiled too as you both went to work ripping them apart.”
I did remember very clearly. I think it was one of those early experiences when I realised something was happening that was not just the surface but happily played along. I noticed mum giving Dad a look in the eye, which he picked up on.
“I remember well Mum, but also Dad saying, “its time for bed son” and you Mum agreeing whilst still laughing at the disarray of your stockings in pieces around your ankles.”
“Well it was getting a bit naughty Ian and you were a bit young then. Did you realise what was happening Ian?”
“Not then Mum but later I did.”
She smiled and then said, “I do like what you’re doing now though.” I had just almost completed stroking her other foot.
“Would you like to do my legs too Ian”
“My pleasure Mum.” I continued stroking her toes and right ankle as she took another sip of wine. With my other hand I began to move up her right calf, getting off just having the feel of the dark brown nylon sliding under my hand. I sensed my cock hardening against my loose pants that I had changed into on returning from the pub. I had no underpants so there was little restraint on my slow erection. It was however, not yet noticeable.
Reaching her right knee I started on her other leg working up from the ankle. I now used both hands to surround her calf being very firm against her flesh covered in the delectable nylon. She had just closed her eyes whilst taking the remaining swig of the wine, placing the empty glass on the shelf nearby. Lifting her knee very slightly, I could see a glimpse of her thigh above the stocking line.
What should I do? I continued to stroke her just above her knee but below the stocking line adjoining her thigh without actually seeing what I was doing but knew I was risking rebuff. So I continued stroking with both hands now above her knee and on the edge of her stockings. It was electric.
With her eyes still closed she suddenly announced.
“I got my foot wet this afternoon in the hallway.”
“Oh did you?” as I paused on her thighs.
“On my door too.”
“What was it then?”
“Your sperm.”
So this is how it was to go was it.
“That’s right it was.”
“Was what?”
“My sperm Mum.” She opened her eyes. I was silent for a moment. That must be the all clear. I moved my hands onto clear luscious flesh up her legs toward her panties. Shock and delight as I detected no panties. Continuing to explore I found the edge of her cunt totally wet and slipped my finger in and explored.
“Yes that’s what I want you you bastard teasing me all this time with your dirty nighttime wanking making me ache for your cock ever since you came back here. You bastard I am so angry with your teasing me these last three weeks. Now at last I’ve got you nearly where I want you. Oh good get your fingers up my cunt and onto my clit just like that, just like that, right there oh good, yes, don’t stop you bastard, don’t oh god yes that’s it I’m coming yes harder, harder. Fuck you Ian that’s right oh oh oh yes so good so good.
Her screams were from the pit of her stomach. She really let go. I pressed her feet against my cock to let her know where I was as she calmed down.
“Did you like it this afternoon Ian?”
“Wonderful, I couldn’t help myself when I shot my load. I nearly came in but was not sure of your reaction.”
“I’m not sure how I would have been, but I just heard the door shut. I wasn’t sure whether you were coming in or going out. So I looked out the window and saw you had gone. I tell you I was shocked to have been caught like that. I took a deep breath and went to the bathroom. That’s when I trod the wet carpet. I looked down and saw the liquid on the carpet, not sure what it was. Using my finger I scraped the carpet and then saw the door also spattered. Then I knew it would be alright.”
“What did you do with your finger?” I cheekily asked.
“What do you think?” blushing slightly at my remark. It did not need an answer. I just took my fingers from her cunt and stroked them over her lips. I put my fingers back in her cunt for another sticky load and put them in my mouth to taste and smell her cunt juices. She just glowed at the sight of me doing it.
“Oh Ian you’ve such a filthy mind haven’t you.”
“I need a drink Mum.”
“Me to Ian, but what about you?”
“No hurry eh”
“No Ian, no hurry at all. We can just enjoy getting to know each other.”
I refilled our glasses and sat back nurturing my cock slowly outside the trousers.
“Let me do that Ian” Mum put her legs up on my lap and started to rub her foot alongside my cock, returning my erection to its full length.
“Ian I want to watch you wanking. I’ve had enough doing it secretly”
“Why don’t we both wank Mum and talk about watching each other doing it in the night while we do it”
Mum lifted up her skirt, opened her thighs and let me see her lovely cunt openly for the first time. She opened her cunt lips for me to get a deep purple view at the same time stroking her juices round her folds enjoying getting me fully roused again.
“I’m going to want you in here Ian, your tongue and that lovely cock youre stroking. Your very close aren’t you. Will you have another load this evening? I hope so. Yes you will I can see your not like your Dad latterly. When he came that was it for the night. So I would wank myself to sleep after his fucking me.
“Mum you were sure this would happen tonight weren’t you?”
“Why”
“Cos you left your panties off and your bra.” She nodded.
“I loved seeing your tits this afternoon too. Get them out for me now.”
“Ian, I’m not very proud of them, there all floppy now.”
“I love them and those gorgeous long nipples.” Slowly she undid the blouse and displayed them to me rather embarrassed. “Dont be ashamed Mum, youre not 20 any more and its natural. And from what I saw this afternoon they still work and get you very excited. God Mum I don’t think I can hold back any more, your tits are so inviting.”
Mum responded by teasing her nipples very hard so they were at their fullest length exciting herself further, and rousing me to a pitch.
With that I got up from the settee and stood over her and shot my load on to her tits and her face. Mum rubbed her clit very fast and came at the same time. I fell onto her and we kissed for the first time as mutual sexual beings. Falling back on to the settee, I watched as she took her fingers to my spent sperm and slipped them into her mouth to swallow me.

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The Island, Chapter 20

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