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Hidden Town

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Fantasy

The Acolyte

A young girl at a school for magic and wizardry receives a sexual education from a stranger.

Fantasy

Sam’s sisters boyfriend

T laid down on the bed and watched Liz scooping up his cum before eating most and offering Sam the last bit. Sam sucked the cum off his sisters fingers surprised to find himself enjoying the flavor. Liz kissed Sam deeply and T relaxed feeling like the luckiest man alive before looking at the clock.
“Oh shit girls you’re gonna make me late. I gotta go pick up my bro but I’ll be back for the party. Make sure you both look real slutty” said T with a wink.
“Wait what party?” Asked Sam as T walked out and closed the door.
“Tyrone’s brother Darrel is turning 25 so their having a bunch of people over. Its gonna be crazy Sam. You should totally come! Just think about how much fun Samantha can have!” Said Liz excitedly.
“I don’t know sis it was scary enough with you here I’d be terrified by myself.”
“Sam look you came in these panties I’m sure you’ll love anything that happens. Can you really say you don’t want to get fucked or suck anymore tonight?”
“No… I guess you’re right. Promise you won’t leave me alone though?”
“Of course! Now let’s get ready!”
After a shower Liz helped get Samantha ready. She ended up with a fancy pair of black panties and bra, a short red skirt and a tight pink blouse with a plenty of padding. Liz helped Sam put on some bright red lipstick. As Liz finished putting on her outfit and make up her phone rang.
“Hey hun! You here? K we’ll be down in a minute.” Said Liz as she grabbed Sam’s arm and pulled her down the stairs and out the door. They both hopped in the back seat before T drove off.
“Damn girls you look amazing! Ready to get fucked up?” Asked T.
“Thanks babe you look good too and most definitely” replied Liz.
“Sounds good hun. Were here.”
T opened the door for Liz and D(arrel) opened Sam’s they all walked into a huge house that had people all over drinking and smoking and saying hi to D as they walked by and into what looked to be the living room before sitting down on a big couch across two couches filled with big hunky black guys.
“Happy birthday D here’s a drink and who are these fine bitches?” Said a particularly jacked guy to their right.
“I’m Ts girl Liz. And this is my sis Samantha. She just lost her virginity today so be gentle guys”
The guys went crazy as Liz then got on It’s lap and started making out with him humping up and down showing the guys she wasn’t wearing any panties. Meanwhile D has turned to ask Sam if what Liz said was true and he quietly moaned yes while staring intently at his sis and T making out.
Sam hadn’t even noticed D had already pulled down his pants and taken out a dick even bigger than Ts massive 9 incher. Sam definitely noticed when D grabbed his hand and placed it on the black beast.
“Oh god” moaned Sam as he began stroking D’s throbbing cock and licking his lips. He noticed a drop of precum already oozing from the top and didn’t even ask he just leaned down to lick it off the head.
“Fuck!” Yelled D as Sam went onto to licking the huge balls below while still stroking the dark dick.
D had enough teasing and brought Sam’s head up to his cock’s head before pulling him down til Sam gagged with about 4 inches in his mouth.
“Sorry girl your just driving me crazy” apologized D pulling Sam’s head off.
“It’s OK D I liked it” Sam was surprised to hear himself say.
“Damn slut! If you really want it here it comes” growled D as he began face fucking the intensely turned on slut in front of him. Sam could barely keep up with D’s trusting but his cock was rock hard in his panties and he was loving this so he decided to spoil D and started licking the shaft while massaging his balla. “Oh fuck she definitely wants it. She’s licking my cock like crazy and squeezing my balls. You want a load bitch your gonna get a huge one!” Roared D as he began fucking Sam’s throat even deeper and faster.
Sam felt D throb in his throat as the first shot started. He panicked but D quickly pulled his cock out and fired off 3 quick huge bursts all over Sam’s startled face before shoving it back into the boy’s mouth where he filled it with 2 more huge spurts 3 weaker ones. The crowd went crazy and as Sam wiped the cum from his eyes he looked around to see over a dozen guys with rock hard cocks in their hands.
“Who’s next?” Asked D as he got up and pulled up his pants. A Mexican guy on Sam’s right said me as he grabbed Sam by his wig and pulled his mouth onto a thick 7 incher moaning and he went to work swallowing a little over half before gaging and choking all over it. Sam got down on his knees and grabbed the base not even fitting his hand all the way around it. He stoked the bottom half and sucked and licked the top have until he felt a hand on his ass. Remembering what Liz said last time Sam quickly said “I’m on my period but you can fuck my ass if your gentle at first” while biting his lip and looking over his shoulder at a 6’4 220lb black guy with a what looked like an almost footlong cock.
“Damn this bitch is a freak. Take a deep breath slut and push out while I push in.”

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Fantasy

Love at first sight…. For one.

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Fantasy

[Arianna and Kyle pt. 2]

Impatient, I grip your shirt and pull you back to me. My legs are spread and you fit there. If the counter was less tall this would work perfectly. Though we had tried it once at another place, it wasn’t quite right and we’d ended up like animals on the floor, a mess of sticky icing and our own natural solutions to lubricant. I pull at your shirt. Tug at the fabric like an animal, or a woman possessed. You consent and lift it over your head, along with the wifebeater you wore beneath it. I keep my lips away for a moment, licking them as I gaze at the merchandise I have paid for emotionally a hundred times over. “I have missed you. Please, please just give it to me. Take me like you know I like it.” Our eyes are locked together in the most intimate of connections, and you nod silently, lift me up like a baby, or bride. “You’ve missed my big cock, huh? Is your little pussy just drenched waiting for it?” “Babe, you’ve got no idea. I’m surprised the wetness hasn’t leaked through my pants as well because I know my panties are sopping…” I can feel your hardness jump at my words and smirk. I have always had this power of you. And now that we have a chance to be together, I cannot wait to make you shiver and have you love me like I need to be loved.
Impatient as we are, we end up in the living room. I haven’t even been here before. The walls are a dusty kind of red. The flooring is decent, wood, even. From the fluffy berber in the hall I’d kind of had a notion that the interior would match. My eyes leave their survey of the room and fall back to yours, the hazel and green mix I fell in love with making me grin. If nothing else, i had missed you. I’d missed your body. You were strong, all wiry forearms and meaty biceps. Long sinuey legs that bring you to tower over my elegant stature of 5’3. Even if you weren’t amazingly attractive, I had always come to admire the look of you. Something in it appealed to me.
The thing that makes this the most exciting is that this isn’t just your place, and that I shouldn’t even be here at all. I had ditched school after lunch and taken the transit over here, sinking out of the blue and gray building with it’s lockers and permanent smell of b.o. after I’d partaken in pizza and dr. peppers with my girlfriends. It had been spurr of the moment. We weren’t even supposed to see each other that much, if at all, what with my mother being so insistent that 28 was much too old for me with only my 17 years of life.
You set me down gently on a fuzzy brown loveseat, taking several moments to gaze at the prize you worked so hard to win. You had romanced me with caring talk and small gestures, little caresses across my arms or the clap of a hand upon my shoulder. A thoughtful chocolate bar that you’d procured while at the store for cigarettes or a can of pop. We had been friends. Eventually it was only natural that the friendship would get set on fire and become this animalistic need that we had for each other. My breathing was already heavy, coming in irregular spurts and leaving in great huffs as you ran your fingers teasingly across my sensitive, denim clad thighs. My inner muscles tighten in anticipation for what will happen soon and the dampness that had been collecting since I had so stealthily started this little excursion continued to get wetter and wetter. I couldn’t recall a time my once virginal flower had been so ready, so moist. It had been you who had come to claim me so fully and totally. It was still you who I trusted so entirely. I couldn’t imagine being with another man, really. There couldn’t be someone else as sweet.
You were whispering something in my ear about how I was all you could think about. How I cheered you up when you were sad and how you went to sleep with visions of my smile on your eyelids. I just looked at you, trying to study your face. How you could be so happy and so sad at once was something I thought I would never be able to understand. But I had begun to know the feeling all too well myself, and it was not an emotion I cherished. I wanted to erase the lines of worry from your forehead and bring back the lively man that I knew so well.
I tenderly run my smooth palm against the skin of your neck, eventually entwining my fingers in your thick and dark hair. I can feel the shudder that runs through your body as I move my mouth to the ear closest to it. Running my tongue across the sensitive cartiledge first before taking the lobe into my mouth and sucking against the tasteless appendege. You close your eyes from the sensations the small action gives you, and I nibble lightly on your hearing aparatus before trailing tiny kisses down towards your neck. if there was one thing I liked, it was driving you crazy. I push you away and make you rearrange our position until I’ve got you right where I want you: your lanky body spread out on the small couch and me above you, straddling your still clothed lap. I haven’t taken off a lick of clothing, but that’s just how I want it. It’s been so many weeks since we’ve seen each other, i want to make this a good one. I want you to remember it well when I’m gone again. I trace teasing patterns across the bare skin of your torso with feather-light touches of my fingertips, enjoying the expressions that cross your face and the way your bottom lip drops. I can feel how hard you are, the heat from your stiff member is radiating right to my core. I would like nothing more than to rip my clothes off and ride you like the bad girl that I am but I know that this way is better. This way is more rewarding. Besides, you’re good at being patient.
I bring my mouth back to your neck and suck on the sweaty, olive-toned flesh.
My full lips leave hickey marks and small bites, and if I weren’t so focused on what I was doing I might hear the moans falling out of your mouth. I work my way down, twirling my tongue in circles across your skin at some places and merely passing over with a sweet kiss at others. I get down to the ever so slightly hairy skin of your flat abs and feel you shudder, shiver. I’ve shifted to sit upon your thighs now, my eyes locked on yours as I trail fingertips across the waistband of your jeans. I reach a finger inside the waistband and feel the tender area just above where your pubic hair starts, knowing that you hate it but only because it turns you on so so so very much. “Baby, please. Please…” you murmer nearly unintelligently, staring intently at me. I only grin and bring my hands over to undo your belt. “Please? Please what?” I say, feigning ignorance as I undo the buckle and then simply allow my palms to move down the bulge I will soon be snacking on. It’s not simply being pleased for me, I like the pleasure of bringing you off too. It’s meaningful, almost something beautiful. “Please. Put that sweet little mouth over my cock, you tease.” I giggle, and pull your belt off. Undo the button slowly and unzip the zipper with my teeth. “Mmm. I can taste it already. You’re always so yummy, lover. I can’t wait to run my tongue all over your huge dick…” I say this quietly, knowing my voice is something you love. Low and coarse, as if I’d been drinking whiskey for year without having to have swallowed a drop, really, I was often told my voice was sexy. And the dirty talk was something I found so fun. “Are you going to cum in my mouth? Give me a big, sticky load? Or are you going to shoot it all over my face, let me rub it in to my skin and my breasts…” you groan, and I finally release your trouser snake from it’s habitat. I run my hands slowly up and down first, falling into that rhythym of jacking off that men have mastered and women have to work at.
I look up at you while I get ready to take you into my little mouth, knowing my eyes are open books and display all the passionate and want of the lust I have for you. I start at the base and run my tongue up and down the length, and your hands have to grip the sofa. I get to the head and swirl my tongue around in small circles before englufing your penis with my mouth. I suck at it like it’s a lolipop and twirl my tongue across the sensitive underside. I bob my head up, and down, up, down. Slow. Still just teasing, knowing what it takes to get you off but withholding from it for now. I lift my mouth of carefully, and let my tongue draw alphabet letters across your spongey organ. I leave wet kisses across the veiney flesh, and let a hand keep up the beating off motion along the bottom portion as I lavish you with oral pleasures. Your knuckles are white, your fists full of the couches fabric as I pull you back into my mouth and suck at you like a straw. I lift my mouth in a rhythym, faster this time. I take it in deep, gagging as the head starts to reach the back of my throat. I’ve been working on this, but tears still spring into my eyes as I back off from that and go back to a steady blow. One hand moves tenderly to your balls, gently lifting them and caressing as I continue my oral assult on your cock. “Oh, fuck. Honey….Babe… you…mmmm. mmm. that’s it” I look up at you with wide, innocent eyes and try to take your dick deep into my mouth and the back of my throat. Your member stretches and irritates the area near my tonsils but I manage to get you down further than ever before, gagging and choking while swallowing your abundant pre-cum. Your hips buck and you fuck my face just a bit. I fondle your balls somemore and lift up so I can get a faster pace with my mouth, working and sucking. I want your cum. I want to taste it and drink it down. I go a bit slow again, licking, swirling my tongue across the head. I feel your cock jump and take you back into my mouth just in time to take the thick ropes of pearly cum. It’s so salty, so delicious. You’re moaning, bucking your hips and saying my name like some religious chant or mantra. I continue to lick at you, cleaning up every last drop until you push me away. “That’s not fair.” you pant, shaking your head. “I wanted to taste your fresh little cunt first.” I just smile, shrugging. “Why?” “Because it’s mine.” “What’re you waiting for then?”
I can see the hunger in your eyes, and realize that when you were begging it hadn’t been for you, but for me. You had always been the sort that put your woman first, but I had been right to want to love you first for once.

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The Cubicle

An 18 Year Old Girl is on her way home from dance class when she gets a horrible surprise in a park toilet.

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Alyssa, Alyssa, Oh my Alyssa!

Chapter 1
I never asked for this!
Christ, I was Philosophy major in undergrad. I only got my teaching certification because it occurred to me one night, what the fuck was I suppose to do with feeble philosophy degree. I had no idea they would put me in this position, I thought perhaps I would supervise over a study hall or teach me other bullshit class. I never imagined they would think I had the qualifications for this, and with a degree in slacking and bending the rules, what else would you expect?
This shit all started April 28th. The day before I received a phone call from the headmaster of the local Catholic school; I applied months ago and had thought they had forgotten about me. He explained how one of their teachers had experienced a heart attack the previous night and decided teaching was too much of a strain on her heart. After apologizing for the short notice he practically begged me to take the position. Looking back, I cannot remember if he even mentioned the permanency of the job. Any way, I accepted; after all, this had been my first job offer since I had completed graduate school.
So here I was, dressed in the professional clothes my mother had bought me for ‘special occasions’, freaking out about my first day as an actual fucking teacher, a real fucking kindergarten teacher.
Chapter 2
I noticed her right away.
She stuck out from the rest. She had platinum blonde hair, curly, down to the middle of her back. The most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen, it looked as if lightening had illuminated them and turn the blue iris a shocking electric color. Her rosy cheeks made her eyes pop even more. She was the shortest one in the class, and extremely petit, and wore pink plaid overalls and a plain white tee-shirt, with little white lace socks poking out over her white tennis shoes. She looked exactly like the baby pictures of my college sweetheart, Emily.
The headmaster led the way to the front of the class.
“Could you introduce yourself to the class please”, he said.
“Uh, yeah sure, no problem”, I awkwardly replied. “My name is Matt. Umm, Matt Brill”.
“Class this is Mr. Brill, he is going to fill in for Mrs. Testa. I hope you show him how well behaved you all are”, the headmaster addressed the children. He turned to me, “Well, the lesson plans are in the folder on the desk, good luck”. He exited quickly.
So there I was, standing in front of 15 five and six year olds, not knowing what the hell to do. Thank god the rest of the day went by without a single problem, well except one child wet their pants, one spilled glue all over himself, and one threw up all over the floor. I couldn’t wait for the end of the day, and when it finally came, it came with a surprise. The little girl who was an exact replica of Emily, whose name I later discovered was Alyssa, said “Are you coming back tomorrow?”
When I assured her I was she gave me a hug before she ran to her bus. What happened next I never expected.
The top of Alyssa’s head had placed a slight but arousing pressure on my cock. I tried my hardest to hide my shockingly large hard on as I awkwardly rushed back to the classroom.
As I returned to my apartment that evening I couldn’t get the resemblance between Alyssa and Emily out of my head. Unfortunately, this coincidence brought back memories of walking in on girlfriend of four years fucking three members of the football team. I watched horrified as three tall, buff, huge dicked men fucked my Emily; one guy railing her hard in the ass, another vigorously fucking her pussy, and the last with his massive dick in her mouth. When she finally saw me there was nothing she could do to stop me from walking out of her dorm room and her life.
I took a sleeping pill in hopes of stopping the memories. As I drifted off I started to dream of Emily. She was beautiful and young, just as I had seen her in her childhood pictures. I ran up to her and hugged her. I began to tell her how much I had missed her and how I forgave her for everything, when she started to kiss me. Her kisses were soft at first; they slowly began to grow with the passion both our bodies were trying desperately to hold back.
I held her body as close as possible as I whispered in her ear, “Emily let me fuck you the way those three football players did, it is the only way I can get over it”.
When she looked back up at me I realized something, this wasn’t Emily, it was Alyssa.
I woke myself immediately. I was horrified, I was dreaming of Alyssa. I was dreaming of a fucking five year old girl. I had asked a fucking five year old to let me rail them. Disgusted with myself I rolled over only to find that the alarm clock said five am. My alarm was going to go off in fifteen minuets and I would have to look at the little girl that I had dreamed of, for eight hours. I decided to get up and take a shower. Maybe cold water would help eliminate the sexual urges that were racing through my body. To my horror, the fantasy didn’t stop when I woke up. Throughout the shower I caught my mind drifting on to what would have happened had Alyssa agreed. I noticed that every time I thought of shoving my dick into Alyssa my mind associated it with revenge towards Emily. This only horrified me more, how could raping a five year old possibly heal my heart. I got out of the shower, dried off and got ready for the day. As I drove to school that day my thoughts continued to fantasize about fucking Alyssa and the joy that I would get from due to her resemblance of Emily. My mind had made a decision. I was going to have Alyssa; I was going to have her no matter what it took. That was the only way I was ever going to get rid of these urges and my heart break. Chapter 3
The children began to shuffle into the classroom only minuets after I arrived. As Alyssa entered the class I had to hold myself from not grabbing her, locking ourselves in the class bathroom and ripping open her sweet pussy with my cock. Roughly I managed to make it through most of the day. Recess couldn’t come soon enough. The kids ran outside as fast as their little feet could carry them and I got to take a much needed breather. After about twenty-five minuets I heard feet headed towards the door, I raised my head off my desk to see who was disturbing my peace. The playground monitor walked in with Alyssa in tow.
“She needs to go to the bathroom and since there are only five minuets of recess left I figured I might as well bring her back her to go to the bathroom”, after saying this she left me to take care of Alyssa.
I stared at Alyssa dumbfounded.
“The bathroom is right there”, I pointed idiotically.
Alyssa just stared at me.
“You can go in you know”, I encouraged.
“I can’t reach the toilet”, she replied in a hushed and embarrassed tone.
I tried to fight my mind, “Take her now”, my subconscious screamed.
“Do you need help?”
Alyssa nodded her perfect little head.
As we walked into the bathroom Alyssa pulled down her elastic-band jeans, then her underwear. She then pulled her shirt up, adorably thinking she might pee on it. I could now see everything I had been dreaming of last night. Alyssa’s porcelain white skin was beautiful and looked amazingly soft. Her breast her merely little nipples and she had one little freckle on the top of her left areola. My cock’s response told me there was no turning back. My eyes continued down ward. Her hairless mound was incredible. I had never seen anything so appealing. My dick became hard as a rock. Alyssa turned around to lift the toilet lid. My eyes bulged at the sight of her perfect little ass. It could have fit in the palm of my hands and my cock urged to separate those cheeks and force its way in. Alyssa turned around and waited for me to lift her on to the toilet; I did as I could tell she was expecting me to do. My mind raced with all the things I wished to do to this innocent little girl. The idea that she was off limits and I could be caught at any moment only made me want her even more. I checked my watch, damn I only had three minuets before the rest of the class was expected to return from recess and there was no way I wouldn’t get caught if I proceeded now.
My thoughts had carried me far away from that bathroom. I was lost in a daydream when I felt a pull on my pant leg.
“Can you wipe me now?”, Alyssa asked.
Are you fucking kidding me, my brain screamed at me, fuck her now!
“Can’t you do that yourself?”
“No”, she responded sounding ashamed.
It broke my heart that my comment had made her feel this way.
“Of course I can”, I replied.
I wrapped several sheets of toilet paper around each other and brought my hand toward her delicious looking pussy. As the toilet paper and my hand made contact with Alyssa’s body, I let out a gasp. I could feel the pre-cum that escaped my pulsing cock. I let my hand linger, as I felt the soft skin that made up her pussy lips. As I began to wipe I pushed up and let my pointer finger slide in between her slit. The warm, moist sensation from her cunt made more cum escape from my body. I quickly moved my finger back and forth and removed it from her body before I suspected that she had realized what was happening. I threw the toilet paper in the toilet and lifted her off. As I flushed the toilet Alyssa pulled up her pants. I went to open the door, but Alyssa stopped me.
“I have to wash my hands”, she said.
Thoughts of what could happen if I stayed in this tiny bathroom with this young girl, who teased my cock without even touching, raced through my head.
“I have hand sanitizer”, I replied as I wrenched open the door.

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Fantasy

Best choice I Made

-Best choice I made-
I scoured the internet looking, yearning for something, for someone, that was when I stumbled upon a certain erotic story site, I began reading others’ stories, and then I found the forum.
I had found what I had been yearning for, a connection with those who were just as sexually oriented and perverse as myself. I began chatting with people but was highly sceptical and wary of giving out any personal details; I found some very good friends who became close and trusted friends. It was when I decided to throw my hat into the ring when a writing challenge was announced, that fate brought Daniel and I together, he read my stories and became a fan instantly. Little did I know, Daniel was actually a famous author that skulked around the site looking for fun, story ideas and relaxation away from the usual thrillers he wrote.
We hit it off right away, we pm’d back and forth through the website before deciding we were right for one another subsequently we exchanged email addresses and chatted on Yahoo. For the first month or so it was mostly business we spoke about, with the usual pleasantries of course then we started chatting regularly about life and such.
We became good friends, discussing work, family, bitching about our problems and life in general. We soon realised that our friendship was a real taboo, Daniel being 60 and myself being 21 was going to get some strange reactions, but we were happy. Daniel asked where I lived, and I replied Scotland, which started the conversation of ancestors; his were from Scotland but he now lived in New York City and was contemplating come to Scotland to research his family history.
We discussed if he came and wanted to meet up I could show him around, be his tour guide so to speak. Our conversations went on like this for about nine months to a year when he emailed me one day with the news he was coming for New Year. He would be flying into Edinburgh International Airport on the 27th of December and staying for two weeks in a local hotel across town. I was excited and scared all in the same breath; my mind started to race.
‘What if he doesn’t like me? What if he’s not what he’s been like?’
I waited to speak with him on the phone that night to discuss all the details; I would meet him at the airport and drive him to his hotel, let him unpack and take him on a quick wee tour around town then see were we stood from there. As the day approached, I got more nervous but put it out of my mind because we had exchanged photos and been phoning each other on a regular basis, so I do not know why I was worrying.
Daniel called just before getting on the plane to make sure I was going to pick him up, and everything was still ok; we exchanged mobile numbers encase I was running late or something happened and wished him a safe journey.
-27th December-
I did not sleep a wink that night a mixture of excitement and hope of meeting my friend from across the pond. It took me three hours to decided what to wear to the airport, I eventually selected a green chiffon floaty top that just covered my ass with black leggings, over the knee black suede boots, a black leather coat and a cream chunky scarf. After all, it is winter in Scotland. I wore my auburn hair out and naturally wavy with a little pleat across the front to hold my bangs back from my face.
I arrived at the airport 30 minutes early so I didn’t have to rush around like a headless chicken looking for the right gate; I got there just as everyone was coming through. I held my breath as I saw Daniel walking through the double doors with his luggage, as I exhaled a little smile started to appear on my face that was when he saw me and smiled back. I walked quickly to greet him; I threw my arms around him, giving him a warm embrace after the shock of the cold Scottish weather. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and pulled back from him to see a look of shock on his face.
”HI…Daniel’’ I blushed
”Hello…I wasn’t expecting you to hug me like that, Claire.” he stammered.
”Sorry, I’m just happy to see you. Erm… Shall we walk and talk?” I said looking around seeing people looking at us strangely.
”Yeah, lets. Call me Dan please.” he replied blankly.
”Follow me Dan.” I said sweetly as I took his hand.
He followed slightly behind me holding my hand we got some looks of disgust and looks that are worth a thousand words.
”How did he get her?!” one guy in his early 30’s said to his girlfriend. His girlfriend was not amused, let me tell you.
As we got to my car Dan pulled me back to him, holding me close he gazed into my eyes as I looked up at him lovingly, he leaned down and kissed me so gently it felt like a dream. It was rudely interrupted by people passing by and tutting, which resulted in me opening my big mouth.
”What are you tutting at?” I said politely
“That’s disgusting, he’s old enough to be your father…, ’’ she snapped back
”Honey, you’re no oil painting yourself. JOG ON!” I shouted.
Dan burst out laughing at my random outburst that made me blush so much. I opened the car and put his luggage in without speaking to him, as I was still so embarrassed at my outburst; he got in the passenger seat after I was in.
”Don’t be embarrassed, Claire-Bear. I love you for your personality and your opinions.” he placed his hand on top of mine.
All I could do was smile back at him as I drove him to The Chester Residence, he informed me he didn’t just get a room, he got an apartment. We got him checked in, got the keys, and wandered around to find his door. This was even better than my house; I was amazed by how nice it was. I did not even dare to ask what he paid for this apartment, but looking at it, I knew it was not going to be cheap for a two-week stay.
We opened the door, which led into the living room; it had a big flat screen TV on the wall with a black leather corner sofa and matching chair around a brown wooden coffee table and beige carpet. The kitchen was very high spec with all new shiny appliances and the bathroom. Oh My Goodness! It had a gigantic Jacuzzi with a TV on the wall, double sinks and a shower with room for three. The bedroom was the best feature, a king-size bed with lighting underneath for atmosphere, Egyptian cotton sheets, lots of pillows, dramatic lighting everything to make it a little piece of heaven.
I went into the kitchen whilst Dan unpacked; I made him a cuppa tea with sugar to help the jet lag and took it into the bedroom. Without thinking, I walked straight in without knocking and he was standing naked, I looked at him with my mouth open before spinning round quicker than ever.
”Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I should have knocked!” I stuttered
”Don’t worry about it; I guess I should have told you I was changing.” Dan laughed and pulled a pair of trousers on before turned me back around.
”Is that for me?” he smiled
”Oh yeah, its sweet tea to help with…err…the jet lag.” I blushed.
”Let’s sit down and talk Claire, I think we need to be honest with each other” he sighed
I looked at him not sure what to make of what he had just said. We walked out to the lounge and sat on the sofa next to one another. He looked at me with a very serious look on his face.
”What’s wrong Daniel?” I asked innocently.
”Can I be honest with you Claire?… I love you so much; I only came here to be with you! Not to trace my ancestors.” he stared at me.
”I…I don’t know what to say Dan. I love you too but wasn’t expecting you to say or do this.” I look away from him and got up.
I pace back and forth in front of him, knowing he was watching my every move.
”Okay…okay. Let’s meet tonight for something to eat and discuss it then cos I’m still in shock, Dan. ’’ I stressed.
We said our goodbyes as he made reservations at Iris down Thistle Lane and decided we should meet there at 8pm. Which gave me four hours to get my act together, I drove home and started ransacking my wardrobe to see what to wear, and this decision was pretty easy since I already knew how he felt about me. I picked out a tight black pencil skirt, a red silk corset top with little puff sleeves, matching red silk stilettos and underwear with black seamed stockings. I wore my hair down but curly this time with geisha eye makeup and ruby red lips.
My phone rang at bang on 7.30pm, it was Dan.
”Hey Dan, what’s up?” I answered cheerfully.
”Claire, I’m just making sure you’re still okay for dinner, and do you want me to pick you up in a cab on the way?”
”Yea of course I’m still up for dinner, I’m just leaving now. Will I get you on the way passed instead since it’s on my way and you would be going backwards?” I laughed.
”Err…yeah that would be good, Hun.” he stammered realising he did not know where he was going.
”I’ll be ten minutes, okay?”
”I’ll be outside, darling.”
”Okay Dan, I’m just getting in the taxi now so I’ll see you soon.”
”Okay Claire.” he hung up the phone.
I told the taxi driver where to go to and that we had to pick someone else up on route, as we drove down Rothesay Place I could see Dan standing outside The Chester looking rather dashing. Dan was about 5’9, dark hair with white through it in a salt and pepper style, average build man with distinguished biceps and abs. He has the most beautiful brown eyes that twinkle in the light, I am sure they could see into my very soul.
Dan got in the taxi, kissed my cheek, placed his hand on my thigh, and whispered to me, I saw the driver looking in the mirror at us; I bit my tongue and just rolled my eyes at him. We arrived at Thistle Lane and paid the driver, we walked down to Iris and had a lovely meal, great conversation but I think Dan was more concerned about dessert.
We decided over dinner to walk back to The Chester for ‘drinks’, we arrived back to champagne chilling in an ice bucket with two glasses and some strawberries and whipped cream. I smiled seeing the strawberries and cream I knew exactly what he wanted for dessert, and it was not the strawberries.
”Dan I need to tell you something…”
”Hush baby, you don’t have to worry about anything. I’ve got everything planned.”
”That’s what I need to tell you…‘’
”What’s wrong Claire?”
”I’m a virgin Dan. I can’t be dessert.” I sighed.
”YOU’RE a virgin! You can’t be…you’re too beautiful not to have had sex with someone. Not that I think you’re a slut! ‘’ he stressed
”I know what you mean, I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you Dan. How about I make it up to you?” I wink
”What ever do you mean Claire?” he asked acting innocently.
I pushed him onto the sofa and went to the kitchen to get the champagne, I handed him a glass and we toasted to new beginnings. I pushed his feet apart with mines and took a cushion from the sofa and placed it at his feet, I kicked my heels off to the side of the sofa and kneeled down pushing his legs apart and pulled him towards me. I raised my eyebrow and reached up to his belt to undo it when he grabbed my hands pulling me up onto his chest.
”Not like this Claire, I don’t just want you for sex.”
He kissed me passionately, slipping his tongue into my mouth, they danced as lovers do. As I sat on his lap I could feel his bulge, I let my hands roam down his arms and across his chest. I started to unbutton his shirt as I kissed down his neck then chest, kissing every piece of new flesh I reveal until I am back at his belt.
”Let me do this, I want to. I have never given a blowjob before I want to do it with you.” I pleaded.
He held my face with both hands and said, ”You may start any time you like; I promise you I won’t force myself on you Claire-Bear.”
With his blessing so to speak, I began.
I stood up and pulled my skirt up to just below my ass giving him a flash of my stockings and bare thighs as got down onto the cushion, I unbuckled Dan’s belt then unbuttoned his trousers. He lifted his hips as I pulled his trousers and boxers down to his ankles; I looked up at him as he stared back at me. I rubbed his thigh’s gently working my way up to his semi erect cock.
I licked my lips and gently gripped Dan’s hard member in my warm hand as I started to lick the head and top of the shaft with my tongue, working my way down I started to move my hand up and down as I started sucking on the top quarter of his hot pulsing cock. I could feel him move his hips as I sucked and ran my tongue under the head of his cock in a zig-zag motion.
I started to feel myself getting wet while I was sucking and licking his cock, I stopped to untie my corset and pulled it off letting my 36D breasts fall freely. Dan watched my every move, I leaned up and put his cock between my breasts and squeezed them together, moving up and down on his full erect cock. Dan reached down and started playing with my nipples as he titty fucked me right there in the lounge with the curtains open for the world to see.
”Oh Claire, you sure you’ve never done this before?” he asked as he pulled and tweaked my nipples gently.
”Never!” I protested in ecstasy.
I stuck my tongue out licking the tip every time it came close enough, I stopped titty fucking him and decided to just suck him until he came. I took about 3/4 of his cock in my mouth until he hit the back of my throat, I continued to lick and suck as I had been doing. I took my other hand, cupped his balls, and gently rubbed as I thought it would not be long until he came. My thoughts were right a few moments later I heard him moan deep and loudly.
”Claire, I’m gonna cum!” he groaned
I stared up at him with my jade green eyes as I moved back, keeping the tip of his cock in my mouth, I licked hard, fast and rubbing the shaft and his balls with my hand. I felt him tense up right before he came in my mouth for the first time, sending rope upon salty rope of cum into my virgin mouth, I tried to swallow as much as I could but it dripped out the side of my mouth down my chin onto my breast. I sat back breathing heavy, wiping the cum from my face and breast and licking it off my hand.
Dan sat looking at me half-naked with a stupid smirk on his face.
”What’s that look for?” I asked
”You ARE amazing!” Dan laughed
”I’m so horny!”
”I can fix that for you, My Love. Come here” he said as he walked to the bedroom.
I followed him like a lost puppy, on the way I unzipped my skirt and dropped it to the floor. I arrived at the bedroom with the champagne, stockings and red soaking wet silk panties on.
”They’ll have to go too I’m afraid.” he said as he pointed at my panties.
”Come get them” I smirked
He placed his thumbs in the sides of my panties and pushed them down; he followed them down with kisses. He started at my earlobes, my neck, breasts, teasing my nipples with circles then nibbling on them softly, making my knees weak, down over my stomach to my mound. He walked me backwards to the bed laying me down and lifting my legs onto his shoulders, he kissed and nibbled on my thighs before taking a deep inhalation; he was just inches from my virginity.
I had my hands on my breasts as I gently kneaded them; I felt his warm breath on my lips followed slowly by his dripping wet and very skilled tongue. He slowly flicked over my clit teasing me, listening to me take sharp intakes of breath when he made me excited. Finding out what made me squirm and tense up; I could feel his fingers open my lips wider giving him the view of a lifetime. His tongue was the first to explore it felt like a warm spongy probe pushing all the right buttons, flicking back and forth over my clit as he inserted a finger into my pussy.
”You’re really tight, Claire.”
”Uh huh.” was all I could reply.
I ran my fingers through his hair as I pushed my clit against his mouth; I felt a wavy of sheer ecstasy came over me. I moaned loud as he was working my clit with his mouth and tongue, with a finger inside me he played with my G spot. His hand was on top of mine on my breast pulling and teasing my nipple as I moaned loud again, I clamped his head between my thighs on my clit.
”Stop…please…Stop,’’ I moaned loudly.
Nevertheless, he would not he kept going, bringing me to another orgasm quick and fast. My breathing was erratic and I was grabbing at the sheets as he kept flicking my clit, fingering my pussy and tweaking my nipples. It was not long after that I passed out with the best orgasm I had ever felt.
-28th December-
I woke up not knowing where I was, then I remembered what happened last night and a veil of shame came over me as I realised I was still naked in his bed. Dan came in with coffee, orange juice and bagels.
”Morning beautiful.” he smiled
”Morning………..what happened last night? Last thing I remember was you were licking me then nothing…” I asked quizzically.
”You passed out from the orgasm baby, I must have been doing something right…yeah?” he joked
”It’s not funny; I can’t remember anything after that!”
”That’s because nothing happened after that, you don’t think I would take advantage of you do you?!” he said irritated.
”I wasn’t sure…I’m sorry.” I sighed as I looked down at my hands. ”I am just so ashamed about what I did; I mean it was the first night meeting you. I’m not normally like this.”
”Don’t worry, neither am I. However, we do know each other, we have been talking for nearly a year.” he reassured me.
I smiled at him, realising I was so stupid to think he would use me like that. I had forgotten who he really was and what he was like.
We sat in bed together eating breakfast and talked about what we should do in the days to come, we planned to go to the castle today after we go to my house to pick up clothes and some of my things, then Dan said he would like to take me shopping for some nice underwear for me to wear for him. Tomorrow we decided to go for a drive and see where we end up. However, most importantly New Year’s Eve or ”The Bells” as it’s called in Scotland, I had tickets for the street party, and this was going to be a New Year’s we would never forget.
The next few days were nothing out of the ordinary, went sightseeing, shopping in Agent Provocateur, Ann Summers and La Senza, drove around the middle half of the country, went to a lovely little village nears Loch Lomond and rented a log cabin for two days then headed back for The Bells. Let’s skip right to New Year’s Eve because that’s when things got interesting.
-31st December-
We got ready for the street party, I warned Daniel to wrap it well because it will get very cold so we went out like Eskimo’s. It was packed with people, people from around the globe here at this party all-celebrating, all differences put aside for one night. Dan asked if we could go back to his place before midnight, I was disappointed but it was his choice since it is his visit. I did not realise he had an alternative motive.
We got back to his apartment suite, start to peel all the layers of clothing we had on and put the fire on. I changed into white silk pyjama shorts and shirt with pink leg warmers; I went into the kitchen to make us some drinks to toast the New Year as Dan came in with just his boxers on.
”Claire-Bear?”
”Yea…what’s up?” I turned to him.
”I want to make love to you for New Year. Would you give me your virginity?” he asked unsure.
I pondered his question for a minute before I made my decision.
”Yes, of course I will Daniel. I have been waiting for you to ask!” I said relieved.
He took my hand and led me to the bedroom; he stood in front of me and kissed my forehead as he unbuttoned my pyjama shirt slipping it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Then he moved down kissing my cheeks, neck, breast, as he caressed my nipples with his lips as he slipped my shorts off then kept moving down my stomach passed my navel to my trimmed hair he kissed more passionately. He reached down my leg to my calf lifting it up onto his shoulder, he began kissing the inside of my leg up to my thigh he stopped like before and inhaling my scent. Making a memory of my smell because this was going to be one night to remember.
He had one hand on my ass as the other stroked my leg as he began to lick and probe my clit, it was just as good as the first time but this time I was determined not to pass out. I started to become very wet, he stopped and picked me up laying me on the bed, he removed his boxer shorts revealing his full erect eight-inch cock. I wriggled about to get comfortable, I looked at him with a wanting deep inside me and I knew at that very moment it was the best decision I made to give him my virginity.
Dan opened the velvet curtains in the bedroom so we could see the fireworks at midnight before climbing into bed next to me, his fingers traced my face and neck as we kissed like never before, a passion, a spark had ignited I us. His hand moved down onto my breast as we kissed, teasing and tweaking my nipple almost like a gentle caress, he moved over on top of me. I automatically opened my legs to allow him to lie comfortably on top of me; I could feel his rock hard cock resting at my mound.
”Daniel I love you.” I declared.
”And I you, Claire-Bear.” I whispered back looking lovingly into my eyes.
I wrapped my arms around Dan’s neck as I kissed him deep, our tongues danced as mines entered his mouth. I let my fingers trace down his back until I got to his ass, I get it a little squeeze that seemed to shock and thrill him all at the same time.
”Take me now Dan…” I said as I licked his earlobe and nibbled on it.
”Are you sure?” Dan asked as he looked down at me.
I nodded with my heart full of love, I knew I did not want anyone else to have it, with my consent he reached down and guided his cock into place rubbing the bulbous head of his throbbing member against my dewy slit. He kissed me hard as he slid inside me, I could feel the pressure of my cherry and his cock. I took a deep breath and held onto Dan in a tight embrace with that he thrust balls deep into my pussy.
I was no longer a virgin.
”Are you okay baby?” he asked attentively.
I could not answer all I could do with nod, tears in my eyes from the burning sensation, he stayed still inside me for a couple of minutes, letting me get used to the size and feeling before he started to make love to me.
He moved slowly to start, he pulled halfway out and back in gently then picking up speed as I started to shift around under him and moan a little. It was not long until we were going full speed, my hips meeting his, moaning and groaning together as I got wetter and loosened. He lowered his mouth and started to tease my nipples as he made love to me for the first time, suddenly I felt a wave of euphoria came over me, ten times more powerful than before. I realised this was an orgasm and this was what I had been missing!
”I think I’m cumming,” I whispered to Dan
”Me too…” he groaned loudly.
Just then the fireworks started to go off, it was New Year and I was having the time of my life with a man I loved.
He picked up speed and started to pound me while I rubbed his balls; we came almost at the same time. My body tensed up, clenching my legs around him, making my pussy even tighter than it was if that was possible, as his body spasmed as he held me tightly to his body. I felt a warm wave of serenity come over me as I felt his cum shoot inside me, he spurted five times that I counted but I lost count as we lay together in contentment. Two as one.
That night we fell asleep in each other’s arms, my head on his chest listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart as we drifted off to sleep together.
“I love you, Claire-Bear…”
“I love you, Daniel…,” we whispered to one another as the New Year began.

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I was in such a heavenly place, my big strong lover beneath me, expertly ploughing his magnificent tool deep into my bowels as I strummed on my clit which was pulsing and twitching at every live nerve in my body. I felt light headed with the passion of the situation and as I felt the waves of ecstasy begin to sweep through my consciousness, I felt Mike throw me off him and onto my face beside him on the bed, his cock coming out of my bum with a loud pop. In the fog of my mind I heard an uncharacteristic, ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck’ come from his lips and I thought I had hurt him so I lifted to see the look of horror on his face and followed his eyes to look in the doorway.
I let out an involuntary scream and grabbed feebly at a sheet to cover my nudity. John stood in the doorway, a sinister smirk on his face and he started a very slow hand clap as he looked at the two of us on the bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mike pull a t-shirt over his crotch and I felt my throat go instantly dry like a desert with the missing moisture beginning to fill my tear ducts. It felt like the hand clapping went on forever and I just wanted the tirade of abuse to begin. Anything would have been better than the silence.
‘Very nice show kids!’, John sneered at us, ‘Not that it was any big surprise of course, not after your blow job in the car last night or the blow job in the morning while you thought we were sleeping!’
Mike and I looked horrified at each other for a split second, the horror obviously clear on our faces.
John snickered in a way I had never heard from him before and he walked slowly towards the bed. I moved back slightly, holding tighter on my sheet. John leant forward and snatched it from me and pulled the t-shirt from Mike at the same time. ‘Nothing to hide from me anymore really is there kids? I mean I have just watched my son fucking my stepdaughter in the arse, what could you possibly hide from me now? And Michael, Michael, Michael! You are never usually this shy around me! Usually you can’t wait to get naked with me!’
I saw Mike drop his head and then he looked me in the eye. I asked him softly, ‘This is the guy?’
Mike just nodded and dropped his head again.
John began slowly pacing around the room, almost talking to himself, ‘So , what to do? Do I tell Lucy’s Mum about this? Would she disown her? ….. Probably!’ then he moved quickly over to me, putting his face close to mine, ‘What do you suggest, you little fucking whore?’
I felt my lips quivering, but out of nowhere, I heard myself saying, ‘Well, maybe I will tell her about you shagging Mike!’
Barely had the words left my lips and I felt myself falling from the bed, the whole side of my face on fire from the slap that John had just delivered. I heard Mike leap at his father and then a thud and John delivered a hard blow into Mike’s gut and sent him reeling back onto the bed
‘You kids had better learn, and fucking quickly, who is in charge here! Do you understand?’
I climbed back onto the bed, my face stinging and went to Mike who was curled on his side.
John roared, ‘I asked you bastards a question, fucking answer me!’
‘We fucking heard you, you CUNT!’ Mike spat back and instantly John leapt forward to hit Mike again but I cringed and put myself between them and screamed for him to stop through my tears. I waited for the blow but none came. I slowly settled back next to Mike and looked over at John. He had sat down on a stool in the corner and was clearly composing himself. I desperately wanted to run from the house and keep running forever. I was completely terrified.
John began to speak slowly, ‘Lucy, that was very brave what you just did and that impressed me. You obviously love my son more than I thought, but I came back here to catch you in your sordid act and we need to clear this up’
I was confused and didn’t know what he meant by ‘Clear it up’ but I chose silence. Mike obviously knew his Dad better and when I saw Mike shake his head slowly and sigh heavily, I instinctively knew that this was not going to be a simple answer.
‘OK Dad, you’ve obviously thought this through before you snuck in here to catch us, what do you want?’ Mike said with the venom still showing defiantly through his tone.
John’s temper began to rise a little again, ‘Watch your fucking mouth Boy! I hold all the cards and you two will do exactly as I say or I will make your lives a living hell and I guarantee you will NEVER see each other again. Do as I say and you can carry on as you seem to have started. It isn’t really a choice, it is my way or Hell and if you talk down to me one more time I will break your fucking jaw, got it?’
I hugged closer to Mike as I saw a tear of defeat drop onto his cheek. Mike was a thick set guy with a fantastic build but his Dad did dwarf him a little. John was a couple of inches taller but quite a bit wider and I for one didn’t want another smack from him. My whole cheek felt as if it had swollen up and it still felt like I had been stung by a hundred wasps. Mike turned to face me and whispered, ‘I don’t think we have much choice baby, I’m sorry’
Just from his words, I felt that he knew what was coming. I suspected some pretty bad things myself now, knowing that John had been fucking his son for some time so was obviously driven by sex and now, here we sat, two naked teens in front of a big, powerful, predator of a man. I whispered back into Mike’s ear, ‘There is nothing he could do which could make me love you less. We said we were in this together, we still are. I’m just very scared Mike!’
Mike looked at me and mouthed, ‘Me too!’
He then looked up at his Dad and said, ‘OK, what do you want Dad?’
John stood up, puffed out his chest and began his list of demands. Dumb shock hit my face from demand number one, and it stayed throughout his list.
‘Firstly, when you next see your Mother Lucy, you are going to tell her that you want to start calling me Daddy! I see that look on your face Lucy, but I like it and you will comply without question. Next, we are going to become much better acquainted.’ With that he walked over to my side of the bed and put his hand straight to my chest and I blocked it with my arm. He raised his left fist and I looked quickly over to Mike and he just gave a sad nod. I lowered my head and my arm and watched John’s hand roughly grab my chest and pinch my nipples until I yelped in pure pain. I liked Mike to be firm but this was different and not so nice.
John then barked an order to Mike to get round his side and remove his pants. He obviously wanted to humiliate Mike in front of me. I refused to let that happen. As Mike pulled John’s pants down, John moved his molesting hand down my belly and roughly started to probe at my pussy. The absolute fear that I felt meant I was bone dry down there and as he prodded and poked I screamed in pain. Mike was pulling his Dad’s pants down and yelled, ‘Please Dad, don’t hurt her!’
John mumbled a sorry, extracted his hand and spat heavily on it and went back to his goal. It still hurt as he rammed two fingers deep inside me but at least it was lubricated a bit now and I managed to open my eyes and stifled a gasp as I saw John beginning to facefuck my lover. The fact of seeing Mike suck his Dad was odd enough but the gasp was for the size of John’s cock. It was at least eight inches and the width was a good 50% thicker than Mike. I watched as my boyfriend took him deep into his mouth and realised that he wasn’t resisting this at all. I suppose part of me should have been angry at him but I quickly saw two benefits. It would be over quicker if we didn’t resist and it would also be less painful. The other side of my brain also saw it as quite erotic and John’s cock was pretty magnificent. Don’t get me wrong here, I was still terrified with a sore face, boobs and pussy from his aggressive fingering and I still wanted to run away but the realisation that we were in a hopeless situation meant my brain was trying to find ways of dealing with it.
After five minutes or so like this, John announced that we should get more comfortable and told us all to go into his bedroom. He pulled the covers off the bed and lay in the middle.
‘Now Lucy!’, he said in a faux nice tone, ‘Would you like to suck Daddy’s dick?’
‘No!’ I said, automatically
Instantly aggressive, John said, ‘Do you really think that is the right fucking answer you little bitch?’
Kicking myself mentally, I started to move towards his angry looking cock saying, ‘OK, yes I would’
I screamed as John grabbed a handful of hair and dragged my head back, ‘Still wrong you little cunt. One more wrong answer and your other cheek will be glowing!’
‘Dad stop it!’ Mike pleaded
‘Shut up Michael, she needs to fucking learn how not to be a spoilt little bitch!’
He released my head and through my sobs I said, ‘Yes Daddy ….. Can I …. Can I please suck your cock?’ I then cringed waiting for another assault, but instead he pulled my head forward and crammed the head of his dick into my mouth, stretching it like never before. I knew straight away that this was not going to be like sucking Mike or my fake cock. It didn’t fit in my mouth properly, let alone my thought. I tried desperately to please him, licking and slurping on him, keeping my teeth as well covered as possible, hoping to hear sounds of encouragement from this huge man.
I received something approaching a compliment as John said to Mike, ‘Not a bad little whore you have here Michael, fuck her arse while she sucks me and do it hard!’
I braced myself as I felt Mike spit on my rear entrance. He obviously didn’t want to enrage his Dad by delaying to get lotion. I braced myself and thanked God that I still had tons of the lube inside me. Mike rammed home his tool in my bum and I fell forward, choking myself on his Dad’s meat and was frantically breathing through my nose. John obviously liked this and began forcing my head down until I began to retch, then he let me get a breather for a split second, then resume the attempted manslaughter! Well, that is how it felt. Under normal circumstances, I would have enjoyed Mike’s buttfucking but the lack of breath for most of this ordeal was killing any pleasure, but as suddenly as it started, John pushed me off him and got up, ordering Mike to carry on but harder. Just as it started to feel good, John barked another unusual order. He told us to resume the exact position that we had when he had arrived. Mike duely rolled over onto his back, spread my legs wide and continued to pound at my back door. I assumed John was just getting off on watching us but Mike whispered in my ear, ‘For fuck’s sake babe, say something to him! Include him before he snaps again!’
My fear rose in an instant, terrified of another attack by my stepfather so as seductively as I could with my heart trying to escape my chest, I looked over at John, slowly rubbed my pussy and said, ‘Daddy, would you please lick my pussy while my big brother fucks my arse?’
John actually smiled, ‘Of course I will Princess, let Daddy make it better!’
I was freaked out by the niceness, I had been half expecting a punch or a knife in the belly as a minimum! Instead, I got a hot frantic tongue lapping at me and I instantly felt my juices begin to flow. John moaned his approval and I genuinely thought that Mike could come in me, John could give me an orgasm and it would be over! Wrong. Very wrong.
Just two minutes into a delightful piece of oral work, John stopped. I looked up to see if there was a problem and I quickly realised that a bigger nightmare loomed. John was repositioning himself between my legs and aiming his monster dick at my little pussy!
‘Daddy! No please don’t! I’m too small and it’s already too tight with Mike in my bum, please don’t!’
Even Mike tried to protest but an order of ‘Shut the fuck up’ silenced us both. Mike was instructed to hold inside me and to hold me still. I screamed as he entered me, begging him to stop. All the skin on my rear end was on fire as he pushed further and further in. I screamed for help, I screamed for my Mum but nothing stopped him getting fully inside me and then he gave the order for Mike to start fucking again. My throat was sore from screaming, my pussy and arse had gone beyond the pain side and was now feeling numb yet I could still feel my juices flowing round John’s cock. I felt him start to remove it and felt relief, only for him to ram it back home again, so being the start of his fucking rhythm. A few minutes later, the pain was immaterial, I was impaled on their cocks, I couldn’t escape and in a haze I saw the carnal lust on John’s face and almost as if I was disconnected from my body, I pulled his head to my left tit and he began to devour it and I heard myself starting to talk dirty to them. Where was this coming from? ‘Come on Daddy, come on Mikey, fuck your little girl, give me your fucking cum!
They banged me so hard and the tightness down there was so extreme, it soon brought them both over the top. Mike shooting first, deep into my bowels and John, pulling out of me and forcing himself into my mouth again and emptied his copious amount of thick goo down my throat. I think I came as well but I truly can’t remember. After they had both pulled out, I looked down to the sheet and saw blood and realised it was coming from me. A touch of my pussy and I discovered that John had stretched me so far, it had actually split the skin a little. I stood up from them, went to the bathroom, locked the door and filled the bath tub. I turned the radio up full and stepped into the tub.
I sat in the warm water, the stinging was almost unbearable. I drew my knees up to my chest and wept.
It was almost half an hour later, the batteries had died on the radio, I was still in the same position, rocking to comfort myself when I heard a soft tapping on the door. I didn’t respond. A few minutes later, more tapping and Mike’s voice, ‘Lucy, it’s me. Dad has gone. Will you let me in please?’
I climbed out of the bath, wrapped my towel round me and opened the door. I didn’t blame Mike but I couldn’t bear being touched just yet. Mike asked if I had done with the bath and climbed in himself. As he sat down, he yelped. I looked over, concerned.
‘Yeah, he fucked my arse before he went. No lube!’
I looked into the water and saw a little redness around his bum. He must have been bleeding too. I threw off my towel and climbed into the now cool water behind Mike and rested my head on his shoulder. All my tears were gone, I was still mentally and emotionally numbed by it all.
‘I don’t think I could do that again Mike, I genuinely wanted to die in there! I think we may have to leave!’
Mike just nodded. We agreed we needed to rest on it and think about it. We soaked for a while and then helped each other dry off. We dressed, went down to the pool and both sat very gently on our chairs. My whole nether regions were in agony despite the aloe vera gel that Mike had helped me apply down there. Normally that would have been a pleasurable experience but my shrieks of pain probably did little to turn Mike on that time!
We sat in silence. No words were going to erase today from my head. I had no idea how we could move forward. The only thing which was focussed, was my love for Michael.

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