Pregnant

My Pregnant Neighbor Part 2

On Sunday morning I was sitting at my picnic table in a T-shirt and loose fitting shorts having coffee and reading the paper. Glancing at the paper would probably be more accurate, as my thoughts were more on my previous days tryst with Shelly than on the news articles; my emotions were running the gamut from guilt to a twinge of hope for additional sexual contact.
I couldn’t figure out what could have possibly prompted her to come on to me and suck my dick, I certainly hadn’t initiated it. I was certain it must have something to do with Mike, but what could it be. They seemed to be happy together; after all, purchasing a new home is not something that couples do if they are having marital problems. I wished I knew what Shelly had meant by that “but Mike…” statement. Well, she told me she would explain things Monday morning so I guessed I would just have to wait.
I was tossing these thought around, wondering if I would have a chance to further experience Shelly’s body or if it had been a one-time slip on her part, when she suddenly appeared from around the corner. It was an unexpected visit and though it was nice to see her, she had caught me totally off guard;
“Good morning Tom,” she chirped. She was carrying my tray, pitcher and glasses I had forgotten on Saturday. “I thought I’d return these to you, I’ve already got a big enough mess to straighten out without you adding to it.”
She was wearing a typical maternity style top held up by shoulder straps that left the tops of her breasts exposed and a skirt that fell about mid thigh. The top draped loosely over her swollen breasts and belly and hung to just over her skirt, but was cut so low on her chest that a generous amount of the tops of her breasts were exposed. As she neared me it was apparent she was bra-less, as her nipples were clearly poking through the material. It seemed to be more than I thought would be normal for a young married woman to be wearing when she went to visit an older male neighbor.
I tried not to stare at her large tits freely swinging under her top as she walked towards me and managed to get out a “Hi Shelly”. When she got to the picnic table she flashed me a smile and gave me a quick kiss on my cheek as she set the tray down.
“This is a nice surprise. I really didn’t expect to get a chance to see you and talk with you until tomorrow.”
“Well, Mike’s gone to the store to get some cleaning supplies and other things so I’m probably home alone for the next hour or two, and I thought I’d pay you a surprise visit. How about some coffee?” she asked.”
“Uh, yeah, sure. I’ll go get it.” I hurried to the kitchen to get her coffee. I didn’t know what to make of her volunteering that info about Mike being gone but couldn’t help but take it as a suggestion that we would have some time alone.
She was bent over leaning on her arms and reading the paper when I brought out her cup. The front of her top had fallen forward and I had an unobstructed view of most of her bare breasts when I set her cup down. They hung down from her chest like two cantaloupes and I could see her hard nipples and the top edge of her areolas. I didn’t try to hide or disguise the direction of my eyes as I gazed down her top at her bared tits as I was sure she was posing for me and dressed this way solely to expose herself. She glanced up, and smiled when she saw me staring but made no effort to adjust or pull up her top.
“Nice tits,” I muttered as I sat down next to her.
“Huh?”
“I said you’ve got nice tits.”
She looked at me and smiled. “Thanks. Sometimes I think they’re getting too big, you know since I started lactating.”
I had straddled the bench seat when I sat back down so that I was facing her. She turned to look at me then raised herself up and swung her left leg outward so that she was also straddling the seat and we were face to face.
I reached out and clasped both of her hands in mine and we sat and looked at each other in silence for a moment. We both began to speak at once and just as suddenly both stopped out of courtesy for the other at the same time.
“Alright,” I quickly began before she started, “I need to say something first. I’m sorry and I apologize if I led you to do anything yesterday afternoon that you hadn’t intended. I feel badly that I got an erection while we talked and if that prompted you or led you on in any way.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Tom. If you remember, it was me who started fondling myself in front of you before you did anything. I was totally aware of what I was doing and the effect it would have, and everything that happened was just what I wanted.”
I was confused. “You mean you had planned to seduce me and suck my dick?”
“Uh huh. Shortly after we first met,” she cast her eyes down then looked back up at me. “Please, Tom, like I asked you yesterday, don’t think I’m a slut or a whore or even an easy woman. I’m not, but I am definitely a cock sucker and love to suck a man off until he cums in my mouth, and Mike won’t let me do that.”
“What?” It was incredulous thinking that a normal man would turn down a load swallowing blow job from a woman as attractive and alluring as her. “Is there something wrong?”
“Oh, no,” she answered quickly. “Mike and I love each other deeply and our marriage is wonderful, it’s just that he has some strange ideas about sex.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, we both love sex and ever since we first met have fucked in every position imaginable, even some we made up ourselves, whenever possible.”
She looked to be getting a bit red in the face and seemed to be fidgeting a bit. “Shelly, if it’s uncomfortable or embarrassing for you to be telling me this, you don’t really have to. It’s not something I really need to know.”
“I’m okay, and I really do need to tell you this. You see, when I entered my seventh month Mike almost shut down sexually. He seems to think that full sex after the sixth month will damage the baby.”
‘Huh!? What’s that!?”
“I know it’s a bunch of bullshit, but somewhere, somehow, he’s gotten some really weird ideas. He thinks…” she looked at me deeply and almost sadly. “Please, as weird as this may sound promise you won’t laugh.”
“I promise,” and steeled myself.
“He thinks, he thinks that if he continues fucking my pussy he could poke the baby in the head, my swallowing his cum could cause deformities from an overdose, and he won’t suck my tits because it could deprive the baby of my milk,” she rambled off. “So for about the last month or so about all we’ve done is play with each other for a while, do a little oral on each other, then he fucks me in the ass.”
I almost did laugh but remembered I’d promised so I managed to stifle it, but I couldn’t suppress a slight grin.
“Tom! You promised!”
“I’m sorry, honey, I truly am,” and patted her hands “but I can’t remember ever having heard anything so bizarre.”
“Tell me about it! So for the past few weeks I haven’t had a dick anywhere in me other than up my ass, and that’s really starting to get old.” She grinned a bit and I was glad to see her lighten up. “So when I met you yesterday I decided to try to get you to do something to me. You seemed nice right from the beginning, you were real sweet to bring us the lemonade, and I felt that because of your age I might be able to get some relief from you without fear of any attachment.”
“Because of my age?” I kidded her. “Well if I’m so old what made you think I could still get it up? Huh?”
“I didn’t mean that,” she seemed hurt. “I meant…”
“Ssshh,” I placed my finger against her lips. “I know what you meant,” I smiled to reassure her. “I’m just playing with you.” I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Even though there had been a bizarre twist in her tale, I couldn’t help but imagine her fucking Mike with abandon and pictured her as a sexual wildcat. I was still holding out hope that I would find out for myself and started getting a hard on thinking of getting naked with her and releasing her pent up passion.
“That’s what yesterday was all about. I really needed a cock, was certain I could trust you and took a chance. So you see, you didn’t do anything wrong. I purposely seduced you for my own selfish pleasure and wanton desires. And if I may venture a guess,” she laughed, “you really didn’t seem to mind too much. And from what I can see,” she flipped her fingers over my shaft, “you’ve still got some pleasant memories.”
“Touch?
“Anyway, thanks for the cum refill, Tom.” She leaned forward and pulled our heads together with one hand, placed her parted mouth over my lips, separated them with her tongue and pushed it in until it met mine. She reached down with her other hand and squeezed my dick while we kissed.
Oh yes! I thought, and moved my right hand to grasp her thigh. With my thumb on the inside I slowly caressed her soft flesh, rubbing up and down and gently playing with her flesh with my finger tips. She sighed slightly when I touched her and began jacking me through my shorts.
I scooted closer to her so that my knees touched hers and forced her legs further apart, and reached my left hand under her top to mold her breasts; I had barley had to touch them before her nipples hardened, confirming to me her pent-up passions. I let my right hand slowly walk its way up her thigh and the further I went I sensed a warm heat emanating from her crotch.
Separating our lips I moved my mouth off of hers and kissed my way along her cheek and down to the nape of her neck. Beginning at the point where her shoulder joined her neck I kissed and mouthed my way up until my mouth was next to her ear then started nibbling her ear lobe and licking inside her ear.
“Oh, Tom, I love that,” she quietly rasped, then turned her head to bring our lips back into contact.
As we made oral love with our mouths, flicking our tongues against each others while exploring the insides of our mouths, I moved my right hand from her thigh to her other breast so that I was fondling both of her swollen tits with both hands. They felt so soft yet hard, and when I rolled her nipples between my fingers I felt a wetness and knew for certain that she had begun to lactate. This brought back a flood of memories of the pleasures I had had playing with my wife’s tits when she was pregnant and I just had to have more.
I broke our kiss, took my hands off of her tits and grabbing the bottom of her top started pulling it upwards, Shelly hesitated a moment when I moved my mouth away from her, but when she felt me pulling on her top she knew what I was doing and put her arms up so I could remove it.
I laid her top on the table and sat back and admired her topless form. Her breasts were breathtaking. They appeared somewhat swollen, probably from a storage of breast milk for her upcoming delivery, and hung done on her chest. They still maintained their form and tried to sit up, not hanging down and being floppy as some women’s breasts do when they are in advanced pregnancy. Her areolas were deep pink in color, about 3 inches wide and covered with tiny bumps. Curiously, her hardened nipples were slightly off-centered, but they jutted out about ¾” and were leaking a small drop of her milk.
As I gazed down her body I marveled at her distended pregnant belly, it was streaked with stretch marks from the baby pushing against her flesh and her navel was poking slightly outward.
“Shelly, you are absolutely, fucking beautiful,” I uttered.
I couldn’t help myself from caressing her gorgeous melons and returned both of my hands to begin fondling them again, gently squeezing them from her chest and working towards her nipples, trying to see if I could coax them to issue more of their life giving liquid.
It only took a few moments before I noticed the leakage from her nipples had increased, and as I molded her flesh I actually saw them began to release a drop our two onto her stomach. I was so aroused by this that without a word I threw away all caution and bent down to lick the discharge from her left nipple.
When I looked up for her reaction she put her hands behind my head and brought our mouths together in a passionate slobbering kiss. I could hear her moaning through the kiss and as I molded her left tit with my right hand I dropped my left hand down and lightly caressed and smoothed my hand over her belly.
“Oh, God, Tom,” she moaned, breaking our kiss. “Don’t stop. You’re making me so fucking hot.” I felt her scoot forward as she dropped her right hand from behind my head onto my crotch. She grabbed my dick and squeezed it through my shorts for a moment then released it and stuck her hand up the leg of my shorts, groping for my dick; I hadn’t put on any underwear after my morning shower so she soon had her fingers wrapped around my bare shaft.
Rather than resuming our kiss I let my head drop down her chest and licked at the valley between her tits. I could taste her salty flesh as I licked and kissed from her valley to the top of her right breast, slowly mouthing her until I reached her leaky nipple. I placed my mouth over her areola and, sucking at the entire area as my tongue flicked at her nipple, was rewarded with a small spurt of her milk.
“Aaiiieee!” she cried and pulled my head to her. “Suck my milk filled tits! Drink my fucking milk.”
Not needing any encouragement I eagerly suckled her and within seconds was drawing a squirting yet steady flow of her titty milk into my mouth. She was moaning and playing with my dick as much as the confines of my shorts would allow as she breast-fed me. I let my left hand wander down and over her belly until I touched the elastic waist band of her skirt then began to wriggle my fingers underneath, reaching down towards pussy. Given the way things were happening, I wasn’t really surprised to find she wasn’t wearing panties.
She evidently hadn’t been lactating for too long, as the spurts from her left tit soon slowed then stopped. I wasn’t ready to stop though and switched over to begin my oral ministration on her left breast. By this time I had managed to force my hand completely under her skirt and was cupping my hand over her bushy pussy mound. I felt a slight coating of her juices on her pubic hair, and reaching my finger to her pudendum slowly drug it up between her wet labia.
She stiffened slightly when my finger grazed over her clit and she let her hand rest motionless on my dick. She pulled my head off her tit and when I looked up at her our eyes locked. “Let’s get naked,” she said and stood up. I sat there and watched as she slowly pulled and tugged her skirt down to her knees, then pushed it rest of the way down with her feet and kicked it off.
“Well, stud, wadda’ think?” she smiled invitingly, her hands on her hips and one leg slightly in front of the other
I sat there mesmerized as I let my eyes devour her. I hadn’t seen a naked pregnant woman in years and I had forgotten how alluring they could be. Even though the sight of her breasts and belly wasn’t entirely new to me, seeing them stacked on top of her broadened hips and bushy pussy was a totally different sight.
“Firstly, I repeat my prior statement. You are absolutely, fucking beautiful. Secondly, and don’t take this wrong, Mike’s a fucking idiot. If you were mine I’d be sticking my dick into you every chance I got.”
I thought I saw her blush a bit and she seemed to be a bit shy as she thanked me for the compliment. I started to stand to remove my shorts but she held up her hand to stop me.
“No, stay seated. I want to take your shorts off.” She put on a kind of show for me and sashayed slightly as she slowly moved toward me.
When she was directly in front of me she bent forward and grabbed for the legs of my shorts. Now it was my turn to stop her.
“Wait a minute Shelly,” I placed my hand on her chest. When she stood back up her tits were at my eye level, and straightening my back up I leaned forward and sucked her left tit back into my mouth. She had stopped my suckling before I had drained that one and I wasn’t about to let this chance for some liquid titty sucking to get away.
She leaned forward and placed her hands on my shoulders to brace herself and groaned. “Yesss Tom! Suck my milk, suck me dry.”
Since my hands were free I reached my left one up to mold her right tit and slipped my right hand between her thighs. She spread her legs when she felt my hand, giving me free access to the treasure between her legs. I cupped my hand over her mound and resumed my stroking up and down her slit, using my thumb to flick at and rub her clit. Her pussy was hot and sopping wet, and when my finger brushed over and poked at her opening it seemed like her hole tried to pull my finger in of its’ own volition.
She squatted a bit a and humped at my hand when I let my fuck finger invade her, using my thumb and index finger to tug at her clit and roll it between them. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as I played with her naked body parts and she was riding my finger as I fucked it in and out of her sloppy hole.
“Oh shit, Tom! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!!’ she cried. “I love it. My tits, my pussy, my nipples! Do ‘em all!”
Her tit had run dry but I didn’t stop sucking her nipple. Instead I began laving my attention back and forth between them both, sucking and flicking my tongue at her hard knobs, and occasionally nipping them with my teeth.
I had let my left hand drop from her breast and was kneading her right ass cheek, molding her flesh and running my fingers up and down her ass crack. When my fingers touched the bottom of her crack and her pudendum, they were wet with her pussy juice and I coated my fingers before dragging them back up. When I felt my finger at her asshole I gently toyed with it then pushed inside. It went in surprising easily.
She wailed and began ferociously humping my hands as I DP’d her with my fingers. She dropped her right hand from my shoulder to my dick and started jacking me.
“Gonna cum, I’m gonna cum Tom.” She humped one final time then stopped and clenched her thighs together, trapping my hand. Throwing her head back she cried out and see-sawed back and forth as her juices ran out of her cunt and over my hands.
When she released my hands she slowly lowered herself onto her knees and rested her head on my stomach. She rested for a couple of minutes and played with my still hard dick before looking up at me.
“Thanks Tom,” she smiled contentedly.
“Your welcome. It was my pleasure.”
“Your pleasure? Oh, I thought I had your pleasure here in my hand,” squeezing my dick. “How about some real pleasure?” Grabbing the legs of my shorts she leaned backwards to tug them off.
Having an idea of what she had in mind I raised my hips to allow them to slide off. When my cock cleared the waistband if flopped straight up and Shelly wrapped both hands around the shaft.
“Your cock is beautiful Tom,” she said as she rubbed it up and down with her locked hands. “I can hardly wait for you shove it into my pussy, but for now…” she leaned forward and sucked me into her mouth. She engulfed the entire shaft on her first downward stroke and I could feel her throat muscles tickling my glans.
I looked down and watched my shaft disappear and reappear as her head bobbed up and down. It felt wonderful to have my dick surrounded by her warm sucking mouth, but with all of the sexual play we had been engaging in I really wasn’t too sure how long I could last before losing it. As I watched her cheeks expand and contract she looked up at me and winked.
She pulled her mouth off briefly, “I’m really thirsty for some cum Tom. I want your spunk in my mouth.” As quickly as she stopped, she resumed; all the while keeping her eyes locked on mine.
“No fucking doubt about it,” I retorted.
She kept sucking away, rolling her tongue along the shaft. Every once in a while she would stop on a back stroke to suck on my balls for a second, then run her tongue up the shaft and nip me before returning to her sucking and deep throating. It was only a minute or so when I felt it coming and I knew I couldn’t stop it. Shelly had me on the verge and I was going to give her that drink of cum she asked for.
I grabbed Shelly’s head in my hands and pulled her face into my crotch. “Get ready you cocksucker, here it comes!” I yelled out an “Ahhh” and Shelly mumbled an “Umphh” around my cock as cum spurted from my dick and straight down her throat. She forced her head backward so that only the first inch was in here mouth and it felt like she was literally drawing the spunk from my balls as I climaxed and she sucked.
I released her head and slumped back as she finished me off. When I stopped squirting she moved her head backwards and opened her mouth, showing me the remains of my load pooled in her mouth before swallowing it. She leaned back onto her haunches and ran her tongue around her lips.
“Mmmm, good stuff. I love your cum. Thanks,” she smiled.
“Your welcome. And I loved your milk.”
“I hope you liked getting it as much as I did giving it. I never knew it would feel so erotic and fulfilling to have the milk sucked from my tits. I think I’m going to like nursing little Bob or Sarah.”
“Well, if they ever get filled up and you got extra, keep me in mind.”
She grinned and we both had a nice laugh.
I reached down and taking her hand in mine pulled her up to sit beside me. Putting my arm around her shoulders I pulled her close and we leaned against each other and quietly enjoyed each others’ presence for a while.
I could have sat and held her but I thought about who I was with and where we were at. Glancing at my outdoor clock I saw about 45 minutes had expired and told Shelly we better wrap it up.
“I guess so,” she sounded reluctant, then perked up.
“Well, hot stuff, wadda’ think, huh?” She was smiling and back to her playful side as we dressed. “You gonna make it the rest of the day or take your old bones inside for a rest? Think you can handle more tomorrow?”
“Oh, I’ll make it all right. Just wait. Tomorrow I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand up.”
“Ewww. I hope that’s a promise.”
“It is. Come here.” We embraced in a tight warm hug and tender kiss. I gave her butt a love pat, “You better get going. Mike may come home at any time.”
“Yeah. Thanks, Tom. Love ya’”
“Me too, babes. See ya’ in the morning.” I watched as she walked away, giving me that little sashay again and blowing me a kiss over her shoulder. I couldn’t wait for Monday.

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Halloween Frat Party Nightmare

I am headed to by boyfriend’s Halloween Frat Party with my roommate. She’s going as a slutty cheerleader, while I’m a sexy witch. She seems really eager to go, probably because she’s a slut in real life, but I’m going just to support by boyfriend since he’s setting up this party for his frat.

When In Rome – 03

Author’s NotesBack to Callia&Cassius – although no one gets pregnant in this chapter, there IS mention of it. So, fair warning if that’s not your thing.
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CHAPTER THREE:
Scene 01: Callia – Sex? No.
Scene 02: Cassius – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Callia – Sex? Yes.
_____________________________CALLIA
It was her third, and probably final, bath of the day.
Callia could finally relax. Her day was supposed to be over, and it had been a good day. Every inch of her body had been used, and physically, she was exhausted. But her mind would not stop.
She’d slept in a bed. That had never happened before, at least not in the part of her life that she could remember. She’d woken up with Cassius wrapped tightly around her body. He was kissing her neck while he slept. He confused her beyond her wildest imaginings. Sometimes he did things that were so strange to her, so foreign that she couldn’t wrap her head around it.
First, his kisses. No man had ever kissed her before, but that didn’t confuse her that much. Men liked to have their mouths on her body, and they liked for her to have her mouth on their bodies. So it made logical sense that he could be aroused by their mouths touching. After all, Cassius was aroused by strange things. She accepted that as part of who he was.
Second, the fact that he would be angry about other men touching her. That’s what whores were for after all, but it made sense to some part of her that if men had to get his permission that meant he owned her. Men liked to own beautiful things. Everyone told her she was beautiful. Thus, it made sense that he wanted to own her.
Third on the list of “Confusing Things About Cassius” that she was composing in her head was that he’d wanted her to sleep in his bed. This is where things started to hurt her head. She understood that he’d wanted to use her body when he arrived home, but he could have chained her to his bedpost. He could have told her to sleep on the floor like she was supposed to. It had occurred to her that maybe he had wanted someone to catch her disobeying her father’s rules so that she would be punished, but Cassius wouldn’t have been home to watch her be punished, so what would he gain from that?
Fourth. He hadn’t used her when he came home. He hadn’t even woken her. He must have picked her up and put her in his bed, because she was positive she’d fallen asleep on the floor. She woke up in his bad with his arms around her, and he wasn’t inside her. He hadn’t been inside her – she would have felt it. She would have still felt it in the morning. This is what was really prying at her mind. It seemed strange to her. She couldn’t imagine that being huddled over someone else’s body could have been a comfortable way for him to sleep, or why he would want to share that exquisitely soft bed with anyone. He could have stretched out with all of the warm blankets all to himself, but instead he was rolled half on top of her.
That’s when she realized that she must have done something wrong. She must have moved in her sleep, gotten in his way. Maybe he had placed her somewhere else and she’d moved, and then she interrupted his sleep.. Except he hadn’t been angry in the morning. At least, not at her. He’d been preoccupied, but he’d kept her in bed and fed her from his own plate before sending her to Father.
She sank down under the water as she realized she was wasting her time. Trying to understand her oldest brother was an exercise in futility. The other four were easy to understand. So was father. She knew exactly what it was they wanted from her, and she’d been trained on how to give it to them. She also knew that her life meant nothing to them. Atticus liked to tease her about it while he fucked her, remind her that any day could be the day that one of them killed her. That no one would miss her. When she was younger, that used to make her cry. He’d enjoyed that. But now she was old enough to accept it as a fact of life.
/Do you think I’d let that happen?/
Would Cassius miss her when she was gone? Whenever she remembered his words from that day, her belly did something funny. It felt like, birds and butterflies dancing inside her. It made her smile. She didn’t have a name for that feeling.
Fear was when you thought someone might kill you, or hurt you worse than you could handle. Happiness was the feeling of having a cock inside you. Sadness was when the other slaves in the cells cried themselves to sleep. Pain was when you were being beaten. Sympathy was when you saw someone else hurt or cry.
Those were the only emotions she knew.
She didn’t have a name for what thinking of Cassius made her feel. And there was no one she could ask.
She stood to ask someone to dry her body, but before she could ring the bell, the door swung open. Galla, the old woman in charge of cleaning and prepping the whores for clients looked grim faced.
“Sweetheart.” She paused, and Callia was puzzled at the sympathy apparent in her eyes. “I’m sorry. Cassius has asked for you again. Come.”
The birds and butterflies in her stomach dive bombed, and she turned away from Galla to hide her smile.
Whatever this feeling was, she enjoyed it.
*CASSIUS
“Don’t bother chaining her,” Cassius instructed as he slipped back into his bath. “I don’t want to have to get up again.”
The tub had already had to be rinsed free of blood once. It wasn’t his blood. It had just been that kind of night.
Callia was clean and naked. When her hair was dry it was closer to blonde, but now it was dripping wet and looked far redder in the firelight. It felt down nearly to her tiny little waist, just where he liked to hold when he was fucking her from behind. He could see that she was cold, her slight little body trembled as she knelt by his bed. Her pink nipples were hard and pebbled. She kept her eyes on the floor like a good little girl.
His cock was throbbing, painfully hard under the hot water as he studied her, took inventory of the damage he’d done to her perfect skin. His little sister was far too beautiful to be at the mercy of his cruel hands. He was supposed to look after her. Protect her. He was her fucking brother. Instead he violated her, abused her, fucked her in a way that he knew was a aberration. But when she smiled at him, looked up at him with those big fucking blue-green eyes so full of trust when he spilled inside her.. Being with her felt like the only clean, pure thing he’d ever done.
She was fourteen years younger than he was; though she was old enough (by law) to marry, most good families would keep a girl her age home for a few more years before sending her off to her husband. At least until they were certain she could safely bear a child. The thought crossed his mind, unbidden, and he could feel the jolt of heat in his cock – just from the mere thought of her little tits swelling, her belly growing round with his son. It was something he’d never dreamed of. Something he never knew he wanted.
Something he knew he couldn’t have.
“Come, Callia. Sit by me.”
She kept her eyes lowered as she did, perched on the side of the tub, close enough for him to touch her. He stroked her thigh lazily and she stared into the water. He wondered what she thought when she was quiet, how her mind worked when she waited for him to speak.
“Are you hurt?” She whispered. Her voice was so low he almost didn’t hear her. She shivered as his fingers trailed the inside of his thigh, and he closed his eyes at the her soft little gasp as his fingers brushed her pretty little cunt.
“No, Callie.” He kissed to outside of her thigh. “It wasn’t my blood.”
Her shoulders relaxed. “Good.”
“Would it bother you if I was hurt?” He rested his face against her hip, chin on her thigh as he traced light circles on her slit with his finger tips. He could smell her skin, her soap, the lotions his slaves had rubbed on her body. He could smell her sweet little cunt.. His face was so close. Close enough to reach out his tongue and taste her, if that was something he desired. It was something he’d never done. Something he thought submissive. Distasteful. But more than once he’d found himself alone in his bed, fist around the length of his cock imagining what his sister’s cunt would taste like as she came.
“It would bother me very much.” Her voice was thick, and when he looked up at her, her eyes were wet and she was biting her lip. Confusion was apparent on her face, though he had no idea what part of that exchange had confused her. But then, Callia was almost as strange as he was.
She was quiet tonight. Well, she was always quiet. Tonight she was quieter than usual. She stared at him as she bathed him and washed his hair. Her hands slid gracefully over his entire body.. Everywhere except his cock. When she reached for it, he slapped her hand away.
“Not yet.”
When he was done and dried, he pointed to his bed. “Bend over the foot board, Callia.”
She ducked her head and obeyed, positioning her body so that her legs were spread just enough that he could see her tiny, pink cunt. She stood on his tiptoes, her ass presented perfectly. She looked.. Perfect. But not for what he had in mind.
“Feet flat on the floor. Grip the rail so you don’t fall.”
When he had her like her wanted her, tense, unsure, afraid.. He stroked her ass. Softly. He wanted her off guard. When she finally relaxed against his hand and moaned softly at the gentle touch, it was time.
He didn’t hesitate. He heard the sharp crack of flesh against flesh before he felt the hot, stinging pain in his hand. She cried out, in pain as much as surprise, as she sagged against the bed. She whimpered, and his cock jerked when the whimper was followed by a sniffle. He didn’t give her time to catch her breath. The next slap was harder; it just barely overlapped the last. His stomach tightened as he studied her ass, so perfectly round and tight. Her smooth, soft skin was still marred from the bruises he’d left with his cane, and now the left side of her ass was beautifully, painfully red from his hands.
He hit her again. And again. And again. Each time watching the red area get larger. He lost himself in his aching palm, it would probably be bruised tomorrow. He was hitting her too hard, and he knew it but.. Her cries stoked him higher, and when he crouched beside her to see the tears on her cheeks and the pain in her eyes, the part of the world he tried to anchor himself in started to slip away. He was losing his head.
He struck her again. He couldn’t stop. Every single inch of her round little ass was swollen and red. So were her thighs, her hips. In places the red was tinged with purple. He struck her again. This time his hand hit his baby sister’s sweet little cunt and the last modicum of control he’d managed to hold on to fell away when his palm came away wet. He shoved two fingers deep inside her pussy, his eyes open but unseeing when he realized that she was soaked. So fucking wet, for him, after everything he’d done to her. He gripped her waist in his hands, pulled her ass against his hips. He didn’t fuck her. He just pressed himself against her, hearing her breathless cries as his body ground against the raw, swollen welts on her ass.
He could feel the heat pouring off her skin, and he was losing it. He couldn’t see her, didn’t know what he-
“Cal. I need.. Oh Gods, I need to hurt you Callie. You need to go.” His words were frantic against her throat. He knew this feeling, this sick, uncontrollable lust to hurt, to break, to destroy. “When I let go of you, little sister, you run.”
He let go.
And she was gone.
He heard the click of the door, but the way his head was pounding it sounded so quiet.
When he opened his eyes, he realized that it hadn’t been the door at all. It had been his trunk. Callia was on her hands and knees, crawling back toward him. Caught between her lips was his whip. She raised up on her knees in front of him, offering him his favorite toy.. The one he knew she hated the most. Something inside him broke when he looked into her eyes. Pain and fear.. But trust shined through both – along with another emotion he refused to even let himself name in his dreams.
And it was over. The hazy cloud of killing rage, of blood lust, didn’t leave. It never did. But she, Callia, had pushed it back down to manageable. He wrapped his fingers around the handle of the whip and studied it as Cal released it from her teeth. He looked down at her, his Callia.. His girl.
He tossed it across the room behind him.
And then his arms were under hers and she was in the air, and in one more second she was spread out on his bed.
He took her feet in his hands, spreading her legs wider before he laid on top of her body. His mouth hit hers and he could taste the salt on her lips from her tears. He kissed her mouth, her sweet little button of a nose and then her neck. He bit at her collarbone until he felt her hips rock up to meet him.
Then he moved lower. He tasted every inch of his little sister’s body, her tight little nipples, the bottoms of her breasts. He trailed his tongue along the curve of her waist and dragged his teeth along her hipbones. His fingers slid between the lips of her little cunt and found her burning hot and soaking wet. He would taste her tonight. He would hold her little hips against him as he made her cum against his mouth.
He worked his fingers deeper into her hole, looking up past her breasts to see her watching him. She looked unnerved, completely unsure of how to respond and he fucking loved it. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he brought his fingers to his lips.
Her lips parted, and then her mouth dropped open as she watched him slowly lick her juices off his fingers. Her hips rocked off the bed, up towards him, but his eyes closed as his lips wrapped around the tip of his finger.
He jerked her legs open, as wide as he could get them, and stared down at her wet little pussy. He kissed the insides of her thighs, his cock pounding at the giggle she sounded when his cheek grazed her thigh.
“Tickles.” She whimpered and he smiled at her. His cheek was rough, he hadn’t shaved. He rubbed his face against her thigh just to feel her body tremble under his. He kissed her round, tiny little clit. It was wet against his lips and he licked them before he trailed his tongue up her slit. He could feel his own hands shaking against her thighs, and he pressed his thumb against her hole as his lips circled her little button. Her hips arched up to meet his face and he let them, savoring the taste of her teenage cunt against his mouth.
She writhed against him, but he held her in place. Pulled her legs over his shoulders and laced his fingers together over her belly, pinning her against the bad and against his mouth as his tongue worked inside her hot little cunt. She grinded against him, the same way she did when he was fucking her and when he heard that strangled cry – the one he’d come to crave, he knew.
He did not taste her gently. He sucked and he bit, slapped the hell out of her sensitive little clit while he fucked her with his tongue. He kissed her tiny little nub with more force than he had ever kissed her mouth while he forced his fingers in her wet, willing hole. And when he heard that cry.. he felt and he tasted his little sister cum, screaming, with his teeth on her clit and his tongue in her cunt. It was better than he’d ever imagined. His cock throbbed painfully, heavy and aching between her legs, and he didn’t -couldn’t- give her the second she needed to recover.
He was deep inside her in one hard, forceful stoke and he couldn’t stop. He gripped her shoulders, pulling her down to meet him as he drove inside her. He could barely see the blue of her eyes. She was begging like she knew how to speak only four words.
“Please fuck me, Cassius.” Over and over, louder. Crying for him, screaming for him as his body pounded hers. He ached for her. Her fingers nails dug into his back and he hoped that he would have marks on his body like she had on hers, reminders of this night. This night, he had almost lost control. He still felt like he was losing control.
And then his teeth were against her ear, and he hated the words threatening to spill from his lips. “Callie, I-“Don’t. Shut your fucking mouth. He wanted.. Her.
He gritted his teeth as he pulled away, leaving her sprawled on the mattress, her red-blonde hair wild around her face, her eyes half closed but focused only on him.
“My… m-my mouth, Cassius. Cum in my mouth.”
He shook his head as he watched his cock pounding inside her raw, pink little pussy. “No.”
No, tonight he would spill inside his sister’s cunt. Never mind the fact that he knew nothing could come from it. The tea his father gave the whores every morning would prevent conception. But tonight he would cum inside her imagining a day when she was free and he was too. He hadn’t realized it yet, but sometime tonight between the men he’d killed and the sister he loved he’d made a decision. She would not die here. And neither would he. Someday.. They would leave this place. Together.
He wrapped his hand around her throat, but softly, and sank on top of her body with his cock still inside her.
His words were quiet and soft against her ear, his balls heavy against her ass. “Would you give me a son, Callia?”
She froze underneath him and stared up at him with wild eyes. “You know – Father gives us -”
His cock jerked inside her. He was so fucking close. “No. I know. Not tonight.”
He kissed the side of her cheek as he barely whispered words that would have them both killed. “If I could get us out of here.. Would you go with me? Would you leave this place with me, me mine? Love me, Callia, bear my children? Would you have me?”
He felt her answer in her body, saw it in her eyes before she even spoke. She pushed her hips against his and her lips brushed his so gently he might have missed it if he weren’t so focused. He saw something flash in her eyes, a determined awareness. Enlightenment.
There was fire in her gaze when she nodded. “Yes.”
A tension he hadn’t known was there lifted and he dug his fingers into her little hips and felt her body tremble with his next stroke. She would cum for him again, this time as he filled her body with his seed.
*CALLIA
It had never felt like this.
She felt like every single part of her body was on fire as he filled her. Every nerve felt raw, and there were tears building in her eyes as she got ready to cum again. The first time had been against his mouth, with his tongue inside her, something no one had done to her since she was a child. Cassius had done it better. And now his cock filled her, rough strokes that ripped her body apart, but made her feel so fucking alive.
His lips covered hers and caught her scream as her body exploded around him. So intense, so intense that she felt herself crying against his cheek. He licked away her tears as his cum spilled inside her cunt. She felt it, felt him jerk inside her. She knew the sound he made, and the way his body tensed and she found herself shivering around him, thinking about the day when he would be hers as much as she was his.
He collapsed on top of her, and she tried to move out from underneath him so he could lay comfortably. His arms snaked around her and pulled her back against his chest. One of his hands snaked down to her still shaking, overly sensitive cunt. He slapped her pussy hard as he kissed her neck, her shoulders, her face.
“I wish you could sleep here.”
She tensed. She should ask what she’d done wrong last time. So she’d never do it again.
“C-” She whimpered against his ongoing assault of her clit. “Cassius?”
“Hmm?” He sounded sleepy, she grinned. A silly grin that she couldn’t exactly explain. She turned to face him, and just stared, smiling as she traced her finger down the bridge of his nose. She shouldn’t have done it. He should have slapped her hand away. But he didn’t. He just watched her through tired eyes. He looked.. Relaxed. It made the butterflies in her belly do funny things.
“When I slept in here, I didn’t mean to crowd you. I didn’t even know I moved.”
He frowned. “You didn’t move, Callie. You slept like a little rock.”
“But..” She scrunched her nose. “You slept on top of me. I thought..”
“When I left, I intended to come home and fuck you until you couldn’t stand up. But it was a long night. When I got home.. I just wanted to touch you while I slept.” He sat up and pulled her close to him, his face so, so serious. “Listen to me Callie.”
She tensed, trepidation building as she watched him.
“Nothing we said tonight can leave this room. You act like everything is normal. You be a good girl, like always.” His fingers brushed over her breasts and he leaned down to suck her nipple into his mouth. When he pulled away he took her face in her hands. “When they want your cunt, you give it to them. You fuck them, you take whatever cock is stuck in your face. You’re the perfect little whore Cal. Do whatever they tell you to do. And I will find a way to get us out of here.”
She nodded, trembling as he pressed his lips to her belly.. She felt her cunt tighten when she replayed his words in her head. Someday, her flat little belly with would be full and swollen with his child. Her tits would be tight and round and he would still fuck her, still fill her cunt with his cock, and everyone who knew them.. Everyone who saw them would know that it was his baby she was carrying. Perhaps they wouldn’t know she was his sister… but that didn’t matter. Not her.
Someday.

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