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Son’s Revenge 3

Rik must once again tap into his anger to save his family. he must also come to terms with his past to defeat his greatest enemy yet! This is the final Chapter in the son’s revenge story!

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Milk of Desire, Book V – Chapter 1

It’s time to test various perverted experiments on prisoners on my prisoners to see exactly how I can spread my power. I already know it works when ingested orally, but now I’ve got a lot of tests and a lot of subjects, just not a lot of time before someone might notice them missing. The clock is ticking so it’s time to get to work.

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SCP – Kelly

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first story so feel free to leave any criticism, (it starts slow but trust me I think it’s worth it) I’ve read these forums since I was 11 and I’ve hated watching them slowly die as activity decreased. I decided if I wanted to see some good stuff on here I might as well contribute and hit two birds with one stone. Hopefully I can become a frequent poster here, everything I’ll post will be original and I hope you enjoy!

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Secret Fantasy Part 2

We’d been married for about ten years when I discovered my wife’s secret fantasy, she fantasized about being raped and in fact wanted to be raped. I conspired with Rick, a maintenance worker at the facility to rape my wife, but not to hurt her. Everything went exactly as we planned, on the day we’d arranged, Rick showed up early at the house to repair a plumping problem, Meg was dressed only in a bath robe. Rick raped her right on our living room rug. Although I expected her to tell me about being raped, Meg never said a word. Over the couple of months, a relationship had grown between Rick and Meg, they had sex at least once a week, more when he could. And the relationship was still growing.
Rick and I had an agreement, he’d continue fucking Meg and than fill in all the details afterwards. Since he was fucking Meg at our house, knowing his plans, ensured I wouldn’t accidentally walk in. Knowing the details afterwards was a turn on for me. More than once, I got a raging hard on just knowing what was going to happen next.
Still, I was concerned this would impact with my sex life with Meg, and it did, just not the way I thought. I thought she’d want sex with me less, instead we had sex more often and it was more intense.
Rick knew Meg was submissive, after discussing it with me, he started experimenting. It was little things, like she was to greet him at the door nude. If she wasn’t nude, he’d sit down and have her bend over his knee and lightly spank her before telling her what position he wanted her in and what he was going to do to her. Next Rick sent her out to buy sexy lingerie, telling her to greet him at the door wearing only sexy lingerie. The next time he showed up, Rick was pleased to find Meg wearing just see through black lingerie. He said she was so turned on that she jumped him as soon as the door closed. Meg didn’t hide her new lingerie from me, instead wore it for me. I think she liked the way it turned me on, if only she’d known. Our sex life just got better and better.
I knew Rick and his wife, Jill were swingers. My fantasy was to take Meg to a swing party, I’d discussed swinging with Meg, but she said no, I was all she needed. Rick brought up the subject of taking Meg to a swing party. I asked how that would work and what was involved. Rick described his approach and what would happen.
Over dinner the next day, Meg said an old friend had contacted her, a group of her old friends from school were getting together this Friday for dinner and a few drinks, would I mind if she went. Of course I said she should go and enjoy herself.
I knew Rick had instructed Meg to ware a dress, sexy lingerie, no slip and no stocking. He told her they were going someplace special but refused to elaborate. Friday, I called from work saying there was a problem and I’d be late, but I’d be home before she went out. That way she’d have more time to get ready in private. When I arrived home, she was ready for her night out, I commented her on how pretty she looked. She smiled and said she just felt like dressing up. As she was walking out, I told her that her slip was showing. She waved and said she’d fix it. I was sure she’d worn a slip to throw me off and she’d remove it before meeting Rick.
I was awakened shortly after 3am Saturday morning by noises down stairs. I was sure it was Meg, I peeked down stairs, there was Meg putting a pillow on the living room couch and pulling a blanket over herself as she laid down.
About 8am I wondered own stairs, Meg was sound asleep, hair and makeup a mess. Meg woke up to me softly caressing her body and giving her a good morning kiss… Her eyes opened slowly, not really awake yet, she looked exhausted. She said she’d gotten in just after midnight, didn’t want to disturb me, so slept on the couch. I smiled, kissed her again, than said she could disturb me anytime. I asked how it went last night, she said fine, they had a nice dinner and talked over a few drinks, before she knew it, it was midnight. Agreed they’d have to meet again soon. I asked her if she wanted breakfast, she said no, just a hot shower.
I met Rick at a local sports bar for lunch, we sat in a rear booth, where we could talk without being over heard. I asked Rick how everything went and don’t leave anything out.
Rick said Meg met him in the shopping mall parking lot, she got in his car and they were off. Twenty minutes later, they were driving up a secluded driveway that led to a large house well back off the road. He got out of the car 1st, Meg seemed reluctant. He opened the door for her, telling her there was a wine and cheese party here tonight, we’ll have a good time. But she seemed disappointed, I’m sure she expected alone time with Rick.
Once inside the house, Rick introduced Meg to their hosts, Mary and Mike. The four of them walked down a hall way to the rear of the house and a large, well furnished family room. Meg was then introduced to the other three couples at the party. Meg noticed everyone was nicely dressed, woman all in dresses, and everyone was friendly and at ease with each other. There was a cheese buffet set up along the back wall. Mary asked everyone what kind of wine they’d like before heading off. In sort order Mary was back with glasses of wine for everyone. Meg quickly downed her first glass and asked for a refill. Meg seemed to settle down as she joined in the chit chat and sipped her way through the second glass of wine. Meg felt a little woozy and said she needed to step outside for a breath of air, Mike led her to the patio doors and out on to a large patio. Meg complemented Mike on the house and the nicely kept grounds. As Mike guided Meg around the patio and pool area, she said she felt better and was ready to go back in, he said lets take a short cut through this door. As Meg stepped through the door way, she tripped and fell into Mikes arms. Mike put his arms around her and kissed her. The room was dimly lit, before she could pull away, she felt Mike unzipping the back of her dress. Surprise was written all over her face, but she didn’t say a word. In retrospect, Rick thinks Meg figured that he’s taken her to a swing party and accepted it. Mike slid the dress of Meg’s shoulders and let it drop to the floor, than unhooked her bra and slipped it off, panties were the next to go. Meg let Mike’s hands freely explore her breasts and pussy, she offered no resistance as Mike led her over to a wooden A-frame. The A-frame had a soft padded top, and a padded leg rests. Mike gave Meg a gental push and she bent over, laying her chest on the padding. With a slight nudge, Meg spread her legs while open, Mike couldn’t resist taking in the view. He reached down with both hands, gliding them over her smooth thighs while working his way up to her firm cheeks, letting his fingers brush by her arse. Between being stripped of her clothing, the touching, and the show she knew she was giving Mike, Meg was getting wetter and wetter. Meg positioned her legs on the padded rests, which allowed her to adjust herself, giving Mike the best view and access to her pussy. What Meg didn’t know was everyone else was in the room, naked, standing in the shadows, taking in the view as well. Mike stripped, lined himself and easily penetrated her wet pussy. He started with easy, deep strokes that quickly built to hard thrusts that rocked Meg, finishing with a couple of long deep thrusts. As Mike pulled out of her pussy, he said don’t move. Meg stayed put, even though she was startled when she heard some movement in the room, Mike’s cock was barely out when it was replaced by another, another, and another. With each man, Meg adjusted herself some each guy would have the maximum penetration. The third or forth guy, Meg wasn’t sure which, inserted his dick into her pussy to get it well lubricated, than spread her cheeks and pushed his way into her arse. This was a totally new experience for Meg, unsure at first and feeling some pain, she tried to relax and let him enjoy her. Rick fucked her last and longest, he was sure she felt him exploded inside her. In fact she felt each of the guys shoot their load in her. When the guys were done, she heard a door open, looked in time to see the men leaving the room, and then door closed, leaving just the 5 women in the room.
One of the women picked up a towel, another picked up a wet cloth, as they were rolling Meg over they asked how she was, wanting to be sure she was okay, she said she was. One woman stood on each side, steadying. The other two went about cleaning up the cum that was running down Meg’s legs and covering her butt, and than they began shaving her. Meg wasn’t immediately aware that she was being shaved, she started to panic when she realized what was happening, but quickly decided to relax and just let it happen. Cleaned up and shaved smooth, they helped Meg up. They led Meg over to the king size bed. Once on the bed, the women gently fondled her, running there hands softly over her smooth skin, leaving nothing untouched. Mary was the first, she got on top of Meg, in a sixty night position, licking Meg’s clit, licking the folds of her pussy, and than sticking her tough in for a taste cum they hadn’t gotten. Mary rubbed her cunt on Meg’s chin, Meg was lost in the new sensations she was feeling. Without a word, Meg started licking Mary’s pussy, enjoying the taste of a woman for the first time. She found herself responding like she’s never done before. When she came, her entire body shook. Mary came shortly after. For the first time, Meg saw an assortment of sex toys laid out on a table near the bed. One woman picked up a dildo, which turned out to be a vibrator with a clitoral stimulator, Meg heard it being turn on, and kept her legs spread for the enjoyment she knew would follow. By now, Meg was open and wasn’t about to say no to anything. Meg tired move to participate more, but the girls told her it was her night, lay back and they’d do everything. As the men had done, each woman took a turn at Meg. Of all the toys, the one she liked the most of the double dildo and fucking it with Mary. Meg couldn’t even begin to count the number of orgasms she had that night.
About an hour later, the five woman joined the men in the family room, everyone was still naked. Mary was the first to speak, asking Meg how she enjoyed her initiation. Meg had trouble finding the words to describe the experience and new sexual heights she’d reached, ending with letting them know that she enjoyed everything and hoped they enjoyed her. Mary said, it sounds like your done for the night, the night isn’t over yet! Meg was told she got first pick of which guy she wanted for the last fuck. She made her pick, hoping it was the one that fucked her arse earlier. Once they paired of, they found the 1st bed available and fucked.
Meg was quiet most of the drive back to the mall, Rick figured she was exhausted. When they got to Meg’s car, she kissed Rick and asked when was the next party..

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Their Stories – Final Chapter

The Final Chapter
Bobby took the plunge. “Do you want somebody to make
you feel good?”
“Uh-huh,” Lynette said, looking him in the eyes. “That
feels good what you’re doin’ on my leg.”
“Would you like me to make you feel good, Lynette?” he
asked, almost in a whisper.
“Yeah,” she said, also hoarsely.
“Will you promise not to tell anybody?”
“I promise,” she said. “I won’t tell nobody. Not even
Stacey.”
With that, his hand moved into her crotch and touched
her cotton panties. To his surprise and pleasure, they
were moist, and he began to rub a finger up and down
the slit he could clearly feel through the fabric. “Oh,
Lynette, you’re so pretty and so sexy,” he sighed.
“That feels real good, Mr. Wilson,” she said, her head
almost falling back. Then she looked up at him and
said, “Do you want me to take off my panties?”
Bobby was gone now. Prison didn’t even enter his mind.
“Yes, sweetheart, I’d love for you to take off your
panties.”
Lynette rose, reached under the short green dress and
removed a pair of yellow-flowered, cotton panties. Then
she hiked up her dress so he could see her bare slit.
“Would you make me feel good?” she asked. “Then I could
make you feel good.”
She sat on the couch, her dress around her waist, as he
buried her tongue in between her wide-spread legs. He’d
cautioned her to make no noise, but she couldn’t help
some soft grunts, as his tongue lapped her small crack,
and his mouth finally came to rest on her erect little
clit. She came in what seemed like and instant, moaning
softly, her hips bucking, her legs pressed tight
against his head, her pussy juice flowing into his
mouth.
Though she was finally finished, Bobby’s hormones were
enflamed, and throwing everything to the wind, he
unzipped his pants, and pulled his trousers and brief
down past his hips. His pecker was small, but it was as
hard as any man’s had ever been. “Put it in your mouth,
Lynette,” he instructed. “Suck on it for me.”
The 10 year old did just that. She was very inexpert,
but she knew enough from her one experience to suck
with her mouth, lick with her tongue and rub what
wasn’t in her mouth with her tiny hand. She didn’t have
to be and expert with the tension in Bobby Wilson’s
body. She had hardly more than began to suck, when he
shot the biggest load of his life into her tiny mouth.
She jerked back a little, but never lost connection
with her mouth. Cum ran from the corners of her mouth,
down her chin and onto the floor, but she swallowed as
much as she wasted. When he had finally quit shooting,
the blackness of such pleasure having cleared from his
eyes, Bobby looked down at the little blonde girl who
was looking up at him, cum covering her jaw. “Did I do
that right, Mr. Wilson?” she asked, a smile on her
face.
He pulled her up and kissed her deeply, tasting the cum
in her mouth and mixing what were left of her juices in
his. Then he said, “That was the best I’ve ever felt,
Lynette.”
“Bill told me that even if I just swallow pee-pee,
it’ll make my titties grow and make the hair grow on my
wee-wee, like a woman’s,” she said earnestly.
Bobby saw an opportunity and ran with it. “Oh, it will,
sweetheart. It will.”
“Then can you and me make each other feel good some
other day?” she asked sincerely.
“Oh, yes, my love,” Bobby said, his trousers still
hanging from his hips. Then he suddenly realized what
he’d just done, and a flash of fear ran up his spine.
“But you can never tell anyone, do you hear me?” he
said, holding her wrists a little too tightly.
She pulled her wrists away from him. “I ain’t gonna
tell nobody,” she said. “I don’t want you to go to
jail. I just want a boyfriend who’ll make me feel
good.”
For some reason, Bobby believed her, and his heart rose
again. As he pulled up his pants, he watched her pull
up her panties. He wiped her chin with a wet tissue,
and they prepared to rejoin her mother. But they also
agreed that she would say she wanted to come back for
counseling in a day or two.Bill’s story: I made a lot of money in Europe with my
edited video and some of the photographs, the ones I
didn’t want to keep. It’s amazing what you can sell in
Amsterdam and Hamburg. I figured I’d covered myself
fairly well, since they would be looking for a “Bill”
or a “William,” and the girls hadn’t a clue what motels
they’d been in. Besides, I wasn’t even in the country,
much less in Illinois, so I figured by the time I got
back, even if it had been reported, the trail would be
cold.
While in Amsterdam, I hooked up with one of the guys
who wanted to “distribute” my video, meaning he knew a
few old codgers who would pay big bucks for it, then
pay again, if asked, not to let anybody know they’d
bought it. We made a few more films, through his
connections, and I got to fuck a dozen or so girls,
ranging from 12 to 15. Willy was very good at this, and
even the 15 year olds were chosen because they looked
younger, with small breasts and almost hairless
pussies.
Then we went to Thailand for a while, where I did some
girls as young as 8. This 8 year old told me she’d been
fucking men since she was 6 because her family needed
the money. I paid her some and shacked up with her for
about a week. Boy, that was tight pussy.
Then I went back to the states with a pretty sizeable
bank roll and more to come, with Willy managing the
“distribution” and, quite frankly, the following
blackmail. I found out that the girls had finally been
forced to reveal their exploits to their mother, and
that the old bag had gone immediately to the police.
There was a John Doe warrant out for my arrest for
rape, assault, and anything else they could think up.
The way I found all this out is interesting.
Mrs. Fellowes thanked Bobby for spending time with
Lynette. Bobby actually carried it off to say that it
was his pleasure, without laughing. Lynette immediately
asked if she could come back, that she felt better
talking with Mr. Wilson, just as they had rehearsed
while cleaning his cum from her chin. Bobby said that
day after tomorrow, same time, would be good, that he
could meet with her privately then.
Then he told Mrs. Fellowes that he still needed to talk
some more with Stacey. She looked at her watch with
concern on the lateness of the hour, since she had
agreed to work the evening shift at the restaurant. He
told her that if she wanted, he could drop Stacey off
on his way home, that he only needed another hour or 30
minutes with, then he was calling it a day. She agreed
readily to that, and Bobby’s heart skipped another
beat.
He returned to the room where the pregnant 12 year old
was sitting, listening to music on the CD player her
rapist had bought her.Bill’s story: Turns out, when the girls got home after
that final session in the motel, they put away all the
new clothes I’d bought them, including the underwear,
though they kept on the stuff they were wearing. I’d
told them to tell their mom, if she asked about it,
that they’d used their own money at the mall and bought
the outfits they had on. Mom did indeed ask them, but
crossly accepted the explanation that they had
purchased the clothes themselves. She actually
complimented them on having good taste.
The girls had gone to the mall the next day for our
rendezvous. I, of course, didn’t show, so they went
back home, I’m told, disappointed.
Next day, however, mom came across the other clothes in
closets and drawers, particularly the panties and bras.
She demanded to know where they had gotten the money to
buy such things. She badgered and badgered until
finally, Lynette blurted out, “Bill bought ‘em for us.”
“And who is Bill?” mama demanded.
“Stacey’s boyfriend,” Lynette said, before Stacey told
her to shut up. Like a terrier with a rat, mama stayed
on the story until Lynette finally let slip some
details of our rendezvous in the motel. Mama hit the
ceiling before dialing the police. Over the next 48
hours, the whole story, including descriptions of
“Bill” were related to various police officers and
detectives. Mama demanded my nuts on a platter, but
after a few weeks, the police realized how clever I’d
been and explained to her that finding me was going to
be difficult.
Then Stacey began to have morning sickness, and mama
immediately guessed the reason. She hauled the 12 year
old, first to the doctor for confirmation, then back to
the police for retribution. You see, mama’s religion
forbids abortion, so now her 12 year old daughter was
going to give birth to a bastard child at 13. She was
stuck with the kid, according to her religion, but her
religion didn’t stop her from wanting me strung up by
my nuts. But as the months went by, and as Stacey’s
belly began to grow, the police had to admit the trail
was dead cold. “Bill,” whoever he was, had probably
gotten away with it.
Stacey stopped the CD and took off her headphones.
Bobby asked her to join him on the couch in the room.
The pretty 12 year old sat down beside him, and he
noticed the slight bulge around her waist.
“So, Stacey,” he said, “I want to ask you a question
that sort of comes from my interview with Lynette. Do
you wish you’d never met Bill? Do you wish this hadn’t
happened?”
Her answer was so quick, it surprised even him. “Oh,
no,” she exclaimed. “I still love Bill. I know he can’t
come back or they’d put him in prison, but I’d love to
see him again and show him how our baby’s growing in my
tummy.”
Bobby was also surprised at how quickly his dick, which
had just been relieved in the mouth of her 10 year old
sister, got rock-hard again. “So if you could, you’d
let Bill fuck you again?”
“Sure,” the pretty pre-teen said, a smile flashing
across her mouth.
“And you want to have Bill’s baby?” he asked.
“Uh-huh,” she said.
“Even though you’ll only be 13 when you deliver?”
She looked around. “Is mama still outside?”
“No,” he said. “She had to leave with Lynette so she
could go to work. I’m going to drive you home after
we’re done.” He looked closely for reaction, but saw
little. He looked down at her pretty legs, which ended
in a pair of white shorts. He wanted to stroke them,
but he waited.
“Well, most people here don’t know, but mama had me
when she was 16,” the girl said, “so I guess havin’
children early runs in our family.”
Or getting fucked at an early age, he thought. “Did you
enjoy sex with Bill?” he asked, trying to speed it up.
“Yeah,” she said. “He made me feel real good.”
“If Bill were here today, would you have sex with him?”
“Well, if he comes back, they’ll probably arrest him,”
she said.
“No, I mean, if Bill were here today and nobody would
arrest him, and if he asked you, would you have sex
with him right now?” Bobby asked in a low voice.
She thought for a minute, digesting the question, then
said simply, “Yes.”
“Why?” he asked, putting his hand on her arm.
“Because I love him,” she said haltingly.
“But isn’t it also because it felt good?” he asked.
“You said he made you feel good.”
“Uh-huh,” she said cautiously, looking into his eyes.
“Yeah, he made me feel real good.”
Bobby had reached the Rubicon, and he decided to cross
again. He took his hand off her arm and placed it
gently on her cheek. “Stacey, I think you’re beautiful.
And I think you’re one of the sexiest women I’ve ever
met.” He knew he was taking a page from “Bill’s” book,
but, hell, if it worked once….. “And I’d love to make
you feel good too.”
She looked at him for a minute as though she couldn’t
believe what she was hearing. Fear sprang like a
leopard into his heart. He suddenly believed she was
going to run screaming “rape” from the room. Sweat
actually popped from his forehead. But then the girl
simply asked, “You mean you’d like to fuck me?”
He drew in two breaths to calm himself, then said,
“More than anything in the world.”
Again, her hesitation caused him near panic, but then
she said, “But I’m pregnant. Would you want to fuck a
pregnant woman?”
More than anything in the world, he thought. Then he
said, “Sweetheart, you’re more beautiful and sexy
because you’re pregnant. Besides, pregnant women have
sex all the time. And I’ve been told that when they
have their wee-wees licked, it feels even better when
they’re pregnant.”
The girl seemed to study his face for a moment, then
reached her own small hand to his cheek. “You mean you
want to be my boyfriend?” she asked.
“Yes, darling,” he said, but then had a reality check.
“But no one can know, or I’ll be the one they throw in
jail.”
She smiled and said, “Well, I wouldn’t want that. I’ve
done lost one boyfriend.”Bill’s story: Both girls were put under the care of a
court-appointed counselor. Turns out, he was as big a
pedophile as me.
They moved into the bedroom of Bobby’s apartment. He
knew he had to have the girl home soon, but she had
agreed to go to his place on the way and give him a
fuck. He turned on a low lamp in the room, which
luckily was fairly neat for a change. He took young
Stacey in his arms and kissed her deeply, his tongue
exploring her mouth.
She immediately put a hand on his crotch and began
rubbing it lightly. He moved a hand to one of her
breasts, which, though he didn’t know it, had already
swollen slightly from the days when Bill had fucked the
12 year old. It was sore now, and his groping hurt, but
Stacey wanted to be fucked so badly, she didn’t even
flinch as he kneaded the still quite small tit.
In no time, they had broken the embrace and stripped to
their underwear, bra and panties for her, boxers for
him, though they looked more like a tent. He undid her
bra, freeing her now slightly larger breasts, and
kissed and caressed them.
In the back of his mind, he knew how many years of
prison, and what type of treatment in the prison, he
could expect for taking a pregnant 12 year old girl to
bed, but the taste of those small young breasts in his
mouth put him over the edge. He bent down and removed
her panties. He also didn’t know the fullness that was
starting to overtake Stacey’s young pussy with her
pregnancy, but he beheld light down above and bald slit
below with ecstasy. He kissed it several times, then
laid her on the bed.
He immediately and eagerly began to push his tongue
into her young cunt. It was already wet with her juice,
and he tasted for the first time the sweet little girl
lubrication. Then he found her clit and began
administering to it, while running a finger in and out
of her wet folds. His other reached up to fondle one of
her small breasts, as her hips began to buck against
his face. He was startled when, after less than a
minute, she was overcome by a massive orgasm. She
moaned and bucked against him, writhing in pleasure.
He’d never have believed a 12 year old could cum so
hard.
Finally, her orgasm subsided, and he moved up to kiss
her. She grabbed his head, mashed her lips against his
and ran her tongue into his mouth, to taste her own
juice. When the kiss broke off, she smiled at him and
said, “Now I’ll make you feel good.” He immediately
began removing his boxers, when she said, “But because
of the baby, you’ll have to do it from behind. I can’t
let you lie on top of me.”
Hell’s bells, he thought, I’d rather do it that way
anyway! She got up on hands and knees, her lithe body
looking such a turn on. She turned her head back,
smiling and ready, and he positioned himself behind the
two gorgeous globes of her tight young ass. Then she
reached underneath herself, grabbed his hard-on and
guided it to her wet hole. This was unbelievable, he
thought. This girl is really wanting a fuck. Deciding
it was his duty, as soon as he was ushered in, he began
to pump her as hard as his close to 6 incher would let
him.
She was humping back like a pro, and clamping his
pecker with her pussy muscles. He knew now that, with
his short dick and his desire to come in her tiny twat,
he wasn’t going to last long. But he wanted her to
enjoy it too, so he reached under her with one hand and
began to massage one small breast. Then, with his other
hand, he began to rub her slightly bulging belly,
running from the top, all the way down to the moist
down above her pussy, gently inserting a finger on top
of her clit.
To his amazement, the 12 year old was soon bucking with
a new orgasm, and that was all for him. He shot his hot
load into her pregnant pussy, taking four pumps to dump
it all. After cumming in Lynette’s mouth only an hour
and a half earlier, he was surprised at how much cream
he was able to lay in her pregnant pussy.
Afterwards, as they lay together, stroking each other’s
privates, he told her again how important it was that
she not tell anybody and how he wanted to fuck her
again tomorrow. She eagerly agreed, and they set their
rendezvous.Bill’s story: The reason I know all of this, about the
police and the psychologist fucking them is that I paid
a visit. I watched from down the street until I saw
mama leave for work and that worthless stepfather leave
for the bar. Then I slipped around to the back door,
took a chance and knocked. Lynette answered. The look
on her face was half horror, half joy.
“Bill,” she exclaimed. I put a finger to my lips.
“Quiet, honey,” I said. “Is it just you and Stacey at
home?” She said it was, and led me upstairs to Stacey’s
room. She was still asleep, and she was obviously eight
months pregnant.
Her 13 year old body was still trim and lithe, but her
belly was swollen all out of proportion. I could also
see that her tits, though still small, were swollen
with pregnancy. She lay on her back, her mouth open,
her cute freckled nose snoring, her covers thrown off,
and her short nightgown hiked up to reveal her panties.
I realized immediately that they were the pink silk
ones I’d bought her.
Lynette was holding my hand as we roused my little
“wife.” She shrieked and tried to jump up, but with her
large belly, she had to maneuver slowly upright. “What
are you doing here,” she said, now talking in a
whisper.
“I had to see you again, darling,” I said, kissing her
deeply, as I had Lynette at the door.
When the kiss was over, though, my pretty 13 year old
wife said, “But Bill, if they catch you, you’ll go to
prison.”
“Tell me what’s going on,” I said. And for the next
hour, they told me everything, including about Bobby
Wilson, their “counselor,” who was now fucking both of
them. I finally asked them if they loved him more than
me, and they both enthusiastically said they loved me
more. Stacey even went so far as to say, “Bill, you’re
the daddy or our baby.” But they both admitted they
needed somebody to fuck, and Bobby was the only choice
they had at the time.
I started to develop a plan in my mind, but I also had
one in my groin. So I kissed Lynette and asked her if I
could be alone with Stacey for a little bit. Once the
door shut, we were all over each other, and soon I was
licking her to a massive orgasm. The minute that
subsided, she immediately was up on hands and knees,
begging me to fuck her.
I obliged, pumping in and out, feeling up her tight
little ass, rubbing her small tits and feeling her big
belly. I came more than I had in weeks. Afterwards, she
cleaned me, and I took a trip down the hall to
Lynette’s room. After licking her to a shattering
orgasm, I raped her 11 year old pussy until I dumped
another load, though smaller than the first. I found
that she was now able to take my hard-on much better
than the first time I fucked her.
Bobby came by that afternoon when Lynette called. He’d
begun fucking her in the past month, and he enjoyed it
even more than her blow jobs. He was nervous about
coming to her house, but he was so horny these days, he
decided to take the chance. When he arrived at the back
door, he was ushered in by Lynette. They tip-toed up
the stairs like they had the other time they’d done it
in her bedroom when no one was at home.
Bobby thought Lynette didn’t know that he was also
regularly fucking her pregnant 13 year old sister. But
he was shocked when they got to Lynette’s room, and
there sat the pregnant girl on the bed. “You’ve been
fuckin’ both of, Bobby,” she spat. “How dare you.”
Bobby darned near wet his pants. He sputtered, looking
for some words in his suddenly dry throat, when Lynette
said, “And both of us is underage, so you could go to
jail.”
Bobby looked down at the 11 year old, and no words
came, only horror.
Stacey said, “You know, we got proof you fucked us.”
Bobby gasped.
“Yeah,” said Lynette, “Stacey filmed you fucking me,
and I filmed you fucking her. And guess who’ll be
fucking you if you go to jail?”
Bobby’s knees buckled, and he abruptly sat down. “Why
are you doing this?” he croaked.
“Cause we want you to do something for us, then we’ll
let you off,” Stacey said.
“What?” Bobby managed.Bill’s story: Willy managed all the details. The
corporate jet was waiting, the fake ID and passports
were flawless, and the getaway was perfect. Bobby
demanded a court-ordered “counseling” session with the
girls, picked them up and drove them straight to the
airport. They all boarded the aircraft where I was
waiting. We flew straight to Amsterdam, where Bobby,
his new English passport in hand, departed for the
Caribbean.
Don’t know whatever happened to the boy. Don’t care.
Me, I’m living happily with Stacey, now known as
“Ingrid,” and Lynette, now known as “Lisl,” on our
German passports. Stacey had a beautiful baby girl,
whom we named Courtney, and the baby and I take turns
milking mommy’s titties. Big news is that 14 year old
Stacey has been missing a period for two months. Oh,
and Lynette just turned 12, and guess what? She just
missed her period..

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Earning her collar

Lynne awakens lying on a short bench, a ball gag in her mouth to keep her from crying out. Her arms hang down either side of her and are tightly secured to something beneath her. Her ass is on the edge of the bench at the other end, and she is securely belted to the bench around her waist. Her thighs are spread wide open and securely strapped down, leaving her unable to close them, and her lower legs dangle toward the floor, ankles also secured to supports. She can feel all this, feel the cold steel bench beneath her back, feel the way her hands and feet are tied, but she is unable to see anything because she is tightly blindfolded.
The effects of the anesthetic she was given wear off quickly, so that after being groggy just a few moments, she is conscious and alert. She has no idea how she was knocked out, or where she is, or how she got here. All she knows is that she is lying absolutely naked on a cold steel bench, securely tied down with her legs spread, fully exposed, and she can sense the presence of others in the room.
“Ah, I see she’s awake now,” a voice says, and Lynne hears a bang. “Shall we come to order, please?”
Lynne hears whispers of conversation, then chairs scraping as several people are seated. “Right,” the voice says after a few moments, when the room is finally quiet again. “We will begin with an inspection of the merchandise, each one of you in turn, in the order we have already determined by lottery. You will each have one minute to inspect the merchandise from the time you step up. Once you have all finished, we shall begin the auction. Now if you will line up in the order we determined by lottery, we shall proceed.”
There is a scuffling of chairs again, then footsteps as several people move to line up by Lynne’s feet. She squirms and tries to speak, aware her legs are spread wide for them to examine her, but the ball gag prevents her from making a sound other than a faint whimper.
Lynne feels a finger trace its way up the slit of her pussy, barely penetrating the lips, and she draws in a breath as it lightly strokes her clit. The finger reaches the top, then there are two fingers tracing their way back down, stroking either side of her nether lips. They meet at the bottom of her vagina, then she feels one fingertip trace its way across her perineum to her puckered asshole. It traces around her asshole, then the tip pushes against the center, trying gently to force its way inside. She gasps as it enters her, barely penetrating her sphincter, and is worked in and out a few times, gently.
“Time,” the voice calls out, and the finger is withdrawn from her ass, and she hears footsteps walking away. Another set of footsteps draws near, and this time there is no gentle stroking – she breathes in sharply as two fingers are shoved into her moist pussy, roughly, and probe her cunt mercilessly. A thumb harshly flicks her clit, once, twice, causing her to wince and gasp with pain each time.
“Time,” the voice calls out again.
Several others take their turn examining her, each in their own way. Most spend time fingering her slit, which grows wetter and wetter with each touch, despite her fear and confusion over what’s happening to her. A few more probe her ass, slipping their fingers in and out of that puckered pink hole, and a couple check out her breasts, rubbing them, pulling and pinching the nipples. After the first few, she tries to keep count, and finally believes there are at least 20 people who have each taken turns examining her by the time the last one pulls his fingers from her soaking wet snatch.
After the last one, there is a scuffle of chairs again as the participants are seated, and she hears a bang again as the auctioneer raps his gavel. “Gentlemen, you have each had an opportunity to inspect the merchandise,” he begins. “You can all see how wet her cunt is already with anticipation. The highest bid gets to choose his position in line, then the next highest chooses his position, and so on down to the lowest bid. Anyone who is unhappy with their position may drop out, but the bid stands and must be paid. Any questions?” There were none. “Then we shall start the bidding at one dollar.”
There is a flurry of activity as the auctioneer calls out increasing amounts, and the bidders silently make their bids, never saying a word. Lynne lays there, knowing she is about to be gang fucked by this group of men, her pussy growing wetter with anticipation even as she fights to overcome her fear. This is rape, this is something she never expected, and there is nothing she can do to stop it, yet somewhere inside she is almost looking forward to it, wanting it, her wet cunt tingling in anticipation of the pounding it is about to take.
The bidding stops at just over five thousand dollars, and her head spins that someone would pay that much just for the opportunity to fuck her. Then she remembers, it’s not just the winner who gets to fuck her, but all of them, each one now choosing his position in line according to his bid. She shudders again, afraid of what is about to happen, but almost craving it now, wanting her pussy stuffed with cock.
“Gentlemen, take your positions in line please,” the voice calls out. There is again the scraping and shuffling of chairs, and she hears the group walking toward her and forming around her. Her pussy is almost dripping now, her nether lips swollen with her desire.
There is no warning as the first cock is rammed deep into her cunt, and the first man fucks her furiously. His cock thrusts in and out of her, his balls slapping against her ass as he sinks his cock to the hilt with each vicious thrust. He pounds his cock into her relentlessly, and despite her revulsion at the idea that she is being raped, that this is but the first of a group of men who are going to use her, she feels her own orgasm begin to build involuntarily, her cunt reacting to the stimulation it is receiving.
Suddenly the man thrusts his cock deep inside her and stops, and Lynne knows instinctively he is cumming deep inside her pussy, pumping his sperm into her, his cock twitching and jerking as he dumps his load in her cunt. She wants him to continue fucking her, her own orgasm is building, but he does not; he simply empties his cum into her, then abruptly pulls his cock out and steps away, leaving her almost begging, were it not for the ball gag in her mouth, for him to finish the job.
Mercifully, moments later a second cock slips into her pussy, and another stranger begins fucking her, this one somewhat slower and more measured than the first. She tries to rock back against his cock with the rhythm of his strokes, but she is securely bound in place and powerless to do anything.
Suddenly the support under her head and neck is removed, allowing her head to hang down. Surprised, she feels the ball gag removed from her mouth, but before she can say anything a limp cock is pressed to her lips, then into her mouth. She can taste the cum, hers and the owner’s, on the shaft of the cock, and knows this is the man who just finished fucking her, making her suck his cock as the second man takes his turn at her pussy. The idea of taking a cock from both ends sends an involuntary thrill through her body, and her orgasm begins to build even faster.
Still, the second man cums inside her before she can reach a climax, though he continues to fuck her until his cock is drained of cum; when he finally pulls his cock out, she can feel the cum seeping out of her cunt. A third cock takes its place, again fucking her furiously, as if the owner can’t fuck her fast enough. The cock in her mouth is removed, just as it is beginning to stir and become erect again but still limp. It is shortly replaced with the cock that was just removed from her pussy, giving her just a taste of more cum as it is shoved into her mouth to be cleaned.
Lynne’s climax is building again as the third cock rams into her pussy, so hard and fast she thrills at the feel of it. Just as she approaches the edge, though, once again the owner cums inside her, still thrusting, his cum spurting into her as he tries to keep fucking her. His cock grows too limp to continue and slips out, trailing cum and her own pussy juice behind it, and leaving her right on the very edge of her orgasm, still not quite there.
As he moves out of the way, she imagines the next man taking his position between her legs and lining his cock up on her cunt, looking forward to finally getting some relief. The cock in her mouth is removed, again still limp, and the third takes its place for a cleaning, and yet she still hasn’t felt the next cock in her swollen cunt. She begins to suck the limp cock between her lips, wishing the next one would hurry up…
Then it comes, the next hard cock, spearing her in the ass with no warning as it is roughly shoved into that tight, pink, puckered hole. She tries to scream in pain and shock as her sphincter is suddenly stretched around his cock, but the cock filling her mouth prevents her from doing so, allowing only a muffled squeal to escape. Her ass feels as though it’s on fire as the fourth man shoves his cock into it, then mercifully stops as the entire length of his cock is buried in her ass. She begins to hope he will remove it, but after a few moments he begins to stroke it slowly in and out of her ass, more gently now. The initial shock and pain begin to fade, and after a few minutes she begins to find the sensation of having her ass filled with cock rather pleasant. The orgasm that had been building, forgotten with that first searing flash of pain when the cock entered her ass, now begins to build again as her ass is stimulated by the cock gliding in and out of it.
Again, however, she is left wanting when the man leans hard against her, burying his cock to the hilt in her ass and pumping his cum into her. After a few more tentative strokes, his cock becomes too limp to continue, and he lets it slip from her ass and moves aside for the next man, who slides his cock into her pussy and begins fucking her at a medium pace.
The limp cock is removed from her mouth again, and Lynne realizes suddenly that the next cock will be the one that was just removed from her ass. She feels it pressed against her lips, the cock head slick with cum, and she keeps her lips pressed together, her teeth clenched, determined not to take this one into her mouth. Suddenly she is slapped across the face, hard enough to sting but not hard enough to really hurt her, just as a reminder that she has no choice in the matter. She reluctantly opens her mouth and accepts the cock into it, tasting the cum along the shaft of it, and tasting her own ass for the first time. She licks and sucks it clean, just as she had all the others before, and the thought of how nasty it makes her feel to suck a cock fresh from her own ass speeds her own orgasm, along with the fresh cock stroking in and out of her pussy.
Lynne begins to cum herself at last, the release she’s craved, her orgasm coming in waves, each cresting a bit higher than the last. She hardly notices the changeover this time, as yet another cock takes its place in her cunt and her mouth is again filled with a wet, slick cock fresh from fucking her. The man pumping his cock in and out of her pussy senses her orgasm and fucks her hard and fast, building her orgasm to a peak, as she wantonly licks and sucks and gobbles at the cock in her mouth, wishing it would stay there long enough to recover its erection and give her a mouthful of cum.
She’s at the peak of her orgasm when the men again switch cocks in her cunt, and she’s driven over the edge as yet another cum-covered cock takes its place in her mouth. She greedily licks and sucks the cum off it, wishing for more, her pussy spasming now as her orgasm takes over. She is cumming almost continuously now, as one cock after another empties its load of cum into her throbbing, swollen pussy, then takes its place in her mouth. The cum is running from her pussy down across her perineum again, down over her ass, and another cock takes its place there, again stretching her sphincter, using the cum for lubricant as her ass is again violated. Used to it now, loving the feel of having her ass filled with cock, she continues to cum as her ass is reamed, then again filled with cum.
This time there is no hesitation as the spent cock from her ass is offered to her mouth; she sucks it in greedily, tasting her ass along with the slick cum on it, as another cock is rammed home into her ass.
Lynne loses all track of time, unsure now how long she’s been at it, and she’s lost count of the number of men. Most fuck her swollen, throbbing cunt, though several prefer to fuck her ass; some are slower and gentle, some take a medium approach, and some fuck her as hard and fast as they can. Her orgasm washes over her in waves, sometimes so intense she feels she is losing her mind, followed by a lull, then several smaller orgasms, building in intensity again.
Finally a cock is drawn from her ass, the last one, and like all the others before it is given to her to clean with her mouth and tongue. No one is fucking her now, and since this is the last cock, she hopes she will be allowed to suck it until it is hard again, and get a mouthful of cum, but once again, it is taken from her while it is still limp.
The entire time, none of the men has touched her with anything other than their cocks, except for the initial inspection and the one slap when she tried to refuse to suck the first cock that had fucked her ass. Her cunt and ass are both dripping cum now, and her inner thighs are slick with it. She feels like a filthy whore, more so because she was actually enjoying what amounted to rape, cumming over and over despite her revulsion at the idea of being taken by force. Still, she is thoroughly sated.
Lynne hears a door open, and the group shuffles back in, taking their places around her. After they are in place, she hears the door open again, and a skittering, clicking sound coming toward her on the concrete floor. She is still trying to place the sound when the head of a cock is placed against her lips and she instinctively opens her mouth to accept it, pleasantly surprised to find it is a nice hard cock this time. She begins to lick and suck it, looking forward at last to getting a mouthful of cum, when a wet nose touches her crotch, and she feels a long, wet tongue lap her pussy.
Oh my God! She thinks to herself as she realize it is a dog, they are letting a dog lick her pussy. Oh God, oh fuck! Her mind screams as she tries to wriggle away, but she is tied down too securely. She tries to scream again, to yell no, but the person standing above her places one hand on either side of her head and shoves his cock deep into her mouth, into her throat, stifling any scream.
The dog licks her pussy, her inner thighs, even her ass, his long tongue lapping up any cum he finds, then finally burying itself in her pussy, trying to lick the cum from there. Suddenly he stops licking, and she hears his nails scrabbling on the concrete floor, then his weight drops across her thighs and belly. Again her mind screams no as she feels him starting to hump toward her, trying to find her cunt with his cock. After several thrusts that miss the target, the tip of his cock finds Lynne’s pussy, and he rams his cock home, as deep into her cunt as it will go. She again tries to scream out loud as his cock enters her snatch, but again the scream is blocked by the cock that is being thrust in and out of her mouth and down her throat.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God is all that goes through her mind as the dog shoves his cock deep inside her, humping hard as he can to get it all in. The bulb at the base of his cock, his knot, slips inside her pussy lips and expands as he humps her, finally so large it is stuck inside her and he can’t pull out, tying the two of them together. The man at her head continues to fuck her mouth and throat as the dog continues to hump, trying to free himself, his cum continuously seeping inside her pussy now. The hot dog cum, warmer than a human’s, and his continued humping as he tries to free himself, and the feel of his knot stretching her pussy lips, all combine to give she a most pleasant feeling, despite her revulsion at the fact that it is a dog fucking her now.
He humps and strains for half an hour, filling her with his cum, as three of the men take their turns fucking her mouth and throat. The first pulls his cock back a bit as he cums, allowing her to take the full load in her mouth, on her tongue, and get the taste of cum she had craved so much earlier, but she is now so focused on the dog fucking her that she lets the cum dribble from her mouth without swallowing. The second cums deep inside her mouth, firing his hot sticky cum down her throat, while the third pulls his cock out and cums on her mouth and face.
Finally the dog’s knot has reduced enough to allow him to pull out of her, and he begins to lick her pussy, an instinct on his part. After a few licks he is removed and replaced with another dog, and soon Lynne has been mounted a second time, as another dog cock finds its mark in her well-used cunt. Soon he too is tied with her, humping and fucking his cum into her, and as she continues to suck cock, the continued filling and pounding of her pussy causes her to begin to cum again, an involuntary reaction to the sensations she is feeling as her cunt is pounded mercilessly.
She loses track again of the number of cocks she has sucked as her twat is relentlessly fucked by the dog, his knot stretching and staining against her pussy lips as he fills her with his cum. Once again she is cumming almost continuously, gleefully sucking the cocks provided to her, taking the men’s cum down her throat, in her mouth, on her face, wherever they care to fire their load.
Again the dog’s knot reduces and he is able to slip out of her pussy, cum almost gushing out behind it as it slips out. Once again he is removed and replaced with another dog, which licks her swollen pussy lips only twice before mounting her, thrusting his hips at her, the tip of his cock finally slipping into her pussy, followed by the rest of it as he rams it home. Moments later his knot is locked inside her, and she are off for another long fucking with her third dog in a row.
The dogs last from half an hour to forty five minutes each, constantly humping and bucking as they fill her hole with their cum. Lynne sucks cock after cock, completely losing count, simply taking them as they come, all her concentration, all her attention, on the sensations she is feeling in her cunt now as it is stretched and filled with hot dog cum, as the feeling drives she her over the edge over and over, until she wonders if she will ever stop cumming.
After the sixth dog is led away, there are no more, and the man who is feeding his cock to her releases his load of cum into her mouth and removes his cock from between her lips. Her face is covered in cum, her hair matted with it, and dog cum runs freely out of her pussy and over her ass, and is smeared all over her thighs. Her jaws ache from sucking cock, her arms and legs are cramped from being tied down so long, and her pussy lips are stretched and swollen, her clit tender and sore to the touch. She is spent, and relieved that it all seems to be over.
She listens but can hear only one person in the room with her, and he walks over and lifts her head up, placing the support back beneath it to ease the strain on her neck. After he does, she feels him kiss her full on the lips, the tip of his tongue running around her lips, her face, tasting some of the cum there. He steps away for a moment, then returns, and she feels him swab her arm, then a sharp prick. She hears him walk away a few steps, drop the syringe into a trash can, then walk back towards her. She tries to speak, to ask if it is over, but can only manage a dry croak, her consciousness fading fast. Her last memory before she passes out is feeling him kneel between her thighs and begin to gently lick and kiss her pussy…
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Lynne awakens in her car in the parking lot of the bar, the last place she remembers being before she awoke tied to the bench. Again the aftereffect of the anesthetic lasts only a few seconds, and as she regains her senses, she focuses on the sign above the bar entrance: Hound Dawgs. She can’t quite believe it all happened, and she has no memory of being hosed off and dressed before she was dumped back in her car in the parking lot. The signs are here, though; her pussy is still stretched and just a bit sore, her ass is still a bit tender, her jaw still aches dully. As she looks at herself in the mirror, she notices something else – she is wearing a collar, a very nice polished black leather collar with small chrome studs, and a silver nameplate. She finds the buckle and removes the collar, turning it to read the nameplate. There is but one word engraved there – Bitch.
She puts the collar back on, fastens the buckle, and gets her purse off the seat beside her. She gets out of the car and locks it, then walks boldly through the front door of the bar, determined to confront – who? She has no idea who drugged her, didn’t see any faces, has no idea who any of the men who took advantage of her might be. Still, she has a seat at the bar and looks around, waiting for the bartender to come take her drink order.
In a dimly lit back booth, she can see two young ladies with their dates, but something about them catches her eye. She looks closer to be sure, and see that both the young women are wearing collars identical to hers. What the fuck, she thinks to herself, then she sees that there is a third young woman with the group, sandwiched between the two men. She had almost missed seeing her in the darkness, and squints her eyes for a closer look. This one is not wearing a collar, and she appears to be completely drunk, close to passing out, as the group rises to leave. The two men take up places on either side of her to help her stand, and the two collared young women lead the way as the group leaves the booth.
Instead of heading for the front door, though, the group turns down a narrow, dimly lit hallway, pauses before a heavy door, and moments later the door swings open to allow them to pass. She barely gets a glimpse of a brightly lit room with a concrete floor beyond the door.
“What can I get you, Miss?” She recognize the voice, and turns back around to see the bartender standing there, waiting to take her drink order. She’s never seen the face, but she knows the voice, the only voice she heard while she was in the room, the auctioneer. As she watches, he licks his lips, slowly, his eyes locked with hers.
“No-nothing,” Lynne stammers, and realizes her pussy, though still aching from the stretching it had taken, is suddenly very wet. She almost pity the young woman who seems to be drunk, but a part of her envies her as well as she gets up to leave, knowing she will be back.

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The Degradation of Janey – Part 1

Part 1
Janey Miller didn’t really know why boys and men did so many dirty things to her. It all began when her stepfather Martin walked in on the 15yr old girl fucking his 12yr old son, Corey. Enraged, Martin pulled his cock out and forced the naked, petite Janey to her hands and knees on the bed. She squealed as his big hands pulled on her blond braids, jerking her head back. Small titties with puffy pink nipples swung beneath her slender body. Martin let her hair go, her head falling abruptly to the mattress. Janey cried, her sobs muffled by the blankets. Martin gave her ass a sudden slap, taking the base of his thick shaft in hand after spitting into his palm. “Slut!” he shouted into her ear, making her jump.
It took her a few moments to assimilate the situation. Martin’s cockhead poked further down into her asscrack, centimeters from her puckered orifice. Suddenly Janey realized she was about to be raped by her stepfather! The man’s fat, 9″ prick was now seeking to penetrate the girl’s tender hole, to fill it with seed! But Janey thought her stepdad was going to fuck her womb, and braced herself for pussy penetration.
Instead, Martin abruptly thrust his purple mushroom cockhead into the girl’s anus, splitting it open it a single savage stroke. Janey lifted her head up and screamed until she was out of breath. An inch of her stepfather’s raging meat impaled her shitter. The walls of her rectum choked the tip of Martin’s dick. He gasped at the impressive constriction of the girl’s asshole. Without warning, he gave her asscheek another slap, making it turn pink with his handprint. Janey yelped and shrieked again. Martin held her asscheeks apart, plunging a couple more inches of his dick inside the teen’s bowels. He fucked her up the ass for punishment, pulling her hair and squeezing her small tits and slapping her clit, making his son watch all the while.
Janey cried at the intense pain – it made the rape feel so acutely, agonizingly real. Martin kept thrusting despite the restrictions of his teen stepdaughter’s tight sphincter. He grunted, breaking out with sweat, forcing the entire length of his big dick inside the girl’s asshole until his dangling balls finally pressed against her flesh. She sobbed beneath him. Brad, his son, watched in shock. Though stunned, the boy still sported a 5″ boner. Martin groaned and grunted again, making bestial noises the entire time he stuffed Janey’s tight ass full of his cock. Suddenly Martin put an arm around the girl’s waist, pulling her on top of him as he lay on his back, his prick still stuck securely in her rectum. Janey wailed and tried to climb off him, but he pulled her back to his chest and held her there securely, her legs flailing.
“You don’t have to cooperate, you know,” Martin said in the girl’s ear. “It feels good when you struggle. Brad, come over here.”
The boy shuffled his feet, slowly dragging himself back over to the bed. Martin held Janey’s chest with one strong arm, and one of her legs up with the other, exposing the girl’s puffy pink pussy gash. Beneath Janey’s shiny pink pussy gash, Brad could see the base of his dad’s dick buried deep inside her asshole. It was an incredibly lewd, arousing sight. Janey looked up at him with big blue eyes, pleading for help.
“Brad, Brad, help…” she moaned.
“Put your cock in her pussy, Brad,” Martin suddenly commanded. He held Janey’s leg up, keeping her pussy open.
“What? Dad, what…” Brad stammered.
“Do it! Now! Before I beat your ass!” shouted Martin. “Fuck her! Now!”
Janey closed her eyes and cried. Then she felt Brad rubbing his cockhead on her bald pussy gash, timidly poking around at her entrance. He pushed his mushroom-tip into her tight gash, but with Martin’s big cock lodged in the girl’s ass, her pussyhole couldn’t take much meat. Brad got only the head of his dick inside the girl. He kept it there though, letting his dad do all the fucking from below. Martin thrust powerfully, forcing Janey’s ass to take his cock. His nuts were tightening, ejaculation now imminent. Janey screamed, clawing at Brad’s back. She felt like she was being split open, almost like she could pass out between this depraved sandwich of cock. Suddenly, in the midst of all of the pain, she felt her stepdad’s cock begin pulsating inside her rectum!
He growled in her ear as his cock throbbed and began depositing a massive load of cum deep in Janey’s bowels. She gasped, tears falling down her face. Brad pulled his cock out, his erection in hand. He watched the base of his father’s thick, veiny shaft pulsing, a copious load of semen now erupting inside his stepsister’s shithole. Martin kept his dick buried in Janie’s rectum until it milked every final droplet of cum from within his nuts. He then pulled his cock out just as savagely as he’d jammed it in. Janey screamed, feeling the walls of her ass tugging on the big cock as it exited her insides. Martin took her by the hair, forcing her back to her hands and knees. He pointed at Janey’s gaping asshole. Brad stared hypnotically at the shiny pink flesh and the deep, dark hole his father’s cock had just come from. His father’s cum was so far up in her ass that it couldn’t be seen.
“Put your prick in her ass, boy,” said Martin, still pointing with one hand and holding Janey by the hair with the other.
“Dad, I –”
“Do it! Now! Fuck her ass! Fuck her fucking asshole til you cum in it, hear me?!” shouted Martin.
Brad swallowed hard and pressed his groin against his stepsister’s ass. He directed his cockhead into Janey’s gaping asshole, feeling the hot walls of her ass swallowing him up in an instant. The boy shivered, the entire length of his dick now immersed in Janey’s tight asshole. Her orifice was now lubricated by Martin’s cum, this second dick less painful for Janey. She still felt degraded nonetheless. Brad gripped her slender hips until his knuckles were white, stuffing as much of his prick into her as possible. He bucked at her wildly, building up a frantic pace. Janey sniffled and groaned into the sheets.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the boy went still over her back, gasping into her ear.
She could feel her stepbrother’s prick pulse inside her shithole, and knew he was also flooding her guts with cum. Janey shivered, feeling so disgusting, so used. Martin laughed sardonically. Brad shuddered, the last spurts of sperm now shooting from his cock. Janey lay there crying, her head buried in the mattress, ass in the air with a clear view into her gaping rectum. Martin walked out of the room. She thought her cruel punishment was over, but Martin was back in her bedroom momentarily. This time, he had with him the family dog, a big Golden Retriever named Boomer. Janey looked over her shoulder, eyes widening. Brad also stared, his jaw hanging open.
Martin pushed her face-first into the bed, keeping her ass up in the air. He held his hand to her back, pinning her down. Janey kicked and struggled until she felt Martin call the dog up on her back. The animal clumsily obliged — he was always trying to hump people, now they were finally allowing it! Boomer’s claws scratched up her sides, his forepaws hugging her waist tightly. Janey gasped, trying to pry the the dog’s paws off her in a panic. Martin laughed. Instinct took over; the large dog was haunching manically at her ass in seconds. A hard pink prickhead began emerging from the animal’s sheath, stabbing into Janey’s flesh. Martin made Brad get out his cellphone and take video of the degrading scene.
Boomer panted noisily in Janey’s ear. She was putting up a valiant struggle, managing to pull herself off the bed and onto the floor with the dog attached to her. But the dog remained locked to her waist, thrusting his prick manically at her ass, its cockhead poking into her asscrack now. Janey screamed for help. Her cries went unheard. Martin watched the family dog humping his teen stepdaughter’s backside and laughed. He could see the pink prickhead stabbing lower, inches from her asshole. Then the dog lurched forward, its thrusts suddenly quickening to a jackhammer pace. Janey squealed. Martin knew the dog’s cock had found its intended target. Surely its prick was growing inside Janey’s stretched out asshole and would keep growing until she was inundated with dog cum!
Indeed the big Golden Retriever’s cock was growing in length almost instantaneously once it felt Janey’s moist human asshole. Janey shrieked, clawing at the carpet. Boomer’s powerful thrusts were pushing her painfully around the floor. Brad aimed the camera lens at the rutting dog draped over his stepsister, his own cock standing hard at the scene. They began to hear the squelching sounds of the dog’s cock penetrating Janey’s sperm-filled asshole. The big Golden Retriever had a tapered 8″ cock with a big, fat knot growing at the base. Janey didn’t realize the beast was sealing its meat up in her rectum. The fiery red prick emanated constant jets of semen inside the bitch’s shithole during the penetration, adding to the previous cum deposits. Boomer’s prick unloaded far more sperm than a human male ever could, now flooding Janey’s guts. She was overstuffed with dog cock and semen, though not a single droplet of cum had leaked out of her yet. Janey felt it sloshing around in her guts!
The dog’s dick had grown to obscene lengths inside her — now the knot was filling her asshole to the brim! Boomer kept humping her with an impressive jackhammer pace, pushing her clear across the bedroom. The sound of the dog cock penetrating her sperm-filled hole practically drowned out Janey’s quiet moans. Martin and Brad stood there watching, jacking their own dicks, entranced by the depraved sight. Janey felt like her asshole was torn apart; she figured it was so stretched that it would gape open forever.
Finally, the dog went still atop her back. Boomer’s weight pinned her down helplessly to the ground. Janey cried. Then she felt even more jets of hot dog cum spurt into her inundated asshole, her guts flooded with cream. Her jaw fell open. Never in her life had she felt so full — she thought she’d explode from the pressure! The dog knot sealing it all up inside her. Janey put her hand on her belly, her abdomen feeling so full! She swore she could feel the cum filling up beyond her intestines and into her stomach.
Boomer let out a whimper, his cock releasing its final blasts of cum into Janey’s bowels. Martin held the dog’s tail aside so Brad could zoom in on Janey’s plugged up arse. Janey was knotted up good! She winced from the pain. Boomer panted contentedly in her ear. Janey sobbed and shouted for somebody to help her. The big Golden Retriever remained tied to her asshole, forepaws still hugging her tightly. Her waist burned from the claw scratches. Martin walked over to her face and pumped his dick, looking down on his knotted stepdaughter and the lolling dog. Janey looked up at him tearfully. Then her vision was blinded with ropes of Martin’s cum shooting into her face. Martin grinned, shaking every droplet of sperm onto her forehead, eyes, and mouth. Janey cursed him, wiping the semen from her eyes.
“Slut. I just want you to know that now you are nothing but a slut,” he said, patting her on the head.
The first drops of dog cum were now seeping from Janey’s knotted asshole down to the carpet below. Martin stuffed his cock back into his pants and took Brad by the arm, escorting the boy out of the room and shutting the door. Janey was still sobbing and stuck to the family dog, its big cock and knot staying inside her for nearly an hour. Martin was pleased with his creative punishment, but he knew it wasn’t over yet — he was looking forward to fucking her pussy next!
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Camp Slut Rides Again

If you have read my Camp Slut series, you may have been disappointed by some of the twists I put in it. Rather than revamp that storyline, I decided to start over, sort of. I hope you enjoy.

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Rock Singer gets raped by two fans

Malomar was dripping with sweat at the end of their set. It was a small
room, but the audience was enthusiastic. Word was starting to get out that Shaboom! was pure rock and roll–and pure sex. Malomar didn’t wear very much; her usual attire consisted of torn fishnets under a leather mini so short, her ass cheeks played peek-a-boo with an audience mostly made up of 20-somethings wearing a lot of leather, tattoos, and piercings. Her ample bosom was barely contained by a lace push-up bra. During the show, her nipples would often be erect, and she could sense the lustful gazes of all the men in the audience, which would make her rock harder. This evening, her tits had broken free of her bra during a particularly rocking song, and she had to quickly tuck them back in.
It was 2 am, and there were only a few hardcore patrons left at the bar. Malomar had finished packing up the gear, and the rest of the band had gone home, but she was too wired to go home yet. She sat her ass on a bar stool, and ordered a beer; her skirt hiked up even higher when she sat down, but she had on a red lacy thong under her fishnets, so she didn’t feel too exposed. She was still hot, and was glad she wasn’t wearing much. There were two rough looking guys at the end of the bar who couldn’t take their eyes off her. They both looked like they needed a shave, not to mention a shower, but they were attractive nonetheless; one had on the classic biker leather jacket and well-worn jeans. The other had on a tight black t-shirt that showed off his ample biceps. She glanced at them with interest, and felt a thrill go through her.  They weren’t hanging around for the conversation, after all. A few sips into her beer, and they came over and flanked her, one on each side.
“That was a great show. I particularly enjoyed the wardrobe malfunction,” the one in the leather jacket said in a low voice, so she had to lean in to hear him.
“Don’t mind Tony,” the other one said. “You were great. My name’s Jimmy.”
“I’m Malomar.”
“Oh, we know who you are,” said Tony.  “Can I get you another drink? Maybe something with a little more kick?”
He reached past her to the bowl of peanuts, and the back of his hand brushed against her nipple, making it spring to attention.
“Um, excuse me,” she said, and her voice sounded husky, “I have to go to the bathroom for a minute. Watch my beer? Maybe I’ll have that hard drink when I get back.”
She slid off the stool, but stumbled a little getting off; Jimmy helped steady her as she got her balance back. He gripped her arm a little too hard, she thought.
She made her way to the back of the bar, where the ladies room was. She knew they were both staring at her ass as she sashayed her way back, her high-heeled boots clicking on the wooden floor. She went to the sink, and splashed some water on her face. She looked in the mirror, and her makeup was none too fresh, but she tried to freshen up a little by wiping some of the smeared eye makeup off from under her eyes with a paper towel. Out in the bar, she could hear the music playing–AC/DC, she thought.
Silently, the door swung open, and both of her admirers came in. She didn’t have time to decide if they were welcome or not before Tony turned around and flipped the deadbolt on the door. What had been a frisson of desire changed to fear in an instant.
“Hey, I don’t like that,” she spluttered out, but it sounded weak in her ears. The music continued to thump out in the bar.
“Oh, Malomar. I think you DO like it. I bet you like it every which way, all the time.”
Tony had come close and pressed her against the sink. She tried to lean back away from him, but his hands had found her tits, and he roughly fondled them through the lace. Despite herself, her nipples went hard.
“See, your nipples don’t lie.” He slipped his large hands under her bra and scooped both titties out from their confines. He continued to fondle them, and bent down to put his lips on the right nipple, his rough beard scratching against her aureola. She tried to push him away, but Jimmy was there holding her right arm while Tony reached down and held her left.
She tried to scream, but as he worked her nipple between his teeth, what came out was more of a moan. She felt her clitoris go rigid, and her pussy juices started to flow, wetting her thong.
Jimmy pulled her away from the sink, and placed himself behind her. He held her wrists firmly behind her back with one hand, while his other hand hiked up her skirt.
“My, my, what a lovely ass you have,” and he gave her ass cheek a slap.
Tony was still in front of her sucking on her nipples, taking each one in turn. Behind her, she heard a zipper come down, and the sound of a belt buckle coming undone. Soon, she felt Jimmy’s hard cock press in the cleft between her ass cheeks. He made a small moan as he began to rub it against her. It felt huge, and demanding.
Tony stopped mauling her breasts, and reached down to undo his own pants. His schlong sprung free as his pants fell around his ankles. It was huge: long, and thick and throbbing. Malomar quivered in fear–and anticipation. She couldn’t understand why she wasn’t struggling more; why she was actually wet with desire for these two fiends. Tony seemed like he could read her mind.
“You gorgeous slut,” he said as he put his hand on her mound, feeling her juices through her fishnets and thong. “You want it, don’t you, you slut.”
Malomar could only moan as he reached his index finger through a hole in the fishnets, and flicked aside the flimsy panty to find her clitoris. It became engorged as he rubbed her nub, back and forth, and then he thrust his finger up her sopping hole. He leaned in to suck on her breasts some more, all the while rubbing her clit and finger fucking her. She didn’t even notice when Jimmy let go of her hands, and she brought them up to hold Tony’s head against her erect nipples.
“We’re going to fuck you so hard.” Jimmy said. And she moaned in assent.
Tony pushed Malomar to her knees, so his huge cock was in her face. He grabbed his cock and put it in her mouth. He started to fuck her mouth, keeping his hands on her head so she had to take it as far as she could; when she started to gag, he pulled back so she could lick his head with her agile tongue. She sucked, and licked, and brought her hands up to stroke the base of the shaft. Then he directed his balls into her mouth and she sucked on them greedily before returning to the shaft.
She felt Jimmy lift her hips up, so she was on her hands and knees, her almost bare ass exposed. Jimmy roughly tore her fishnets from around her crotch, leaving only her thong in place. But her thong was no match for a man with a huge boner. He easily pushed her panties aside as he worked the head of his cock into her wet pussy. Soon, he was thrusting in all the way, and she lifted her ass higher so he could reach around and fondle her clit. She couldn’t keep sucking Tony’s cock while she was writhing with pleasure from Jimmy’s fucking. She moaned and Tony said, “We can do anything we want with you, you fuck toy.” And Malomar said breathily, “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
Tony’s cock became even harder, and he lay down on the tile floor. Jimmy stopped pounding her for a minute, and Tony lifted her onto his erect member. She screamed with pleasure as she climaxed on his rod, and he thrust upward into her hole over and over.
Jimmy didn’t want to be left out, and he spit on his fingers and started to probe her butthole. At first she clamped up, but as Tony continued to fuck her cunt, she loosened up and let Jimmy push in deeper. Then she felt the head of his cock pushing against her ass. Slowly, he started to push it in, and then he pulled out, back and forth, working his way past her tight sphincter. Suddenly, she climaxed again; the feel of one cock in her pussy, and one cock in her ass was beyond pleasure. She was wracked with an orgasm that kept pulsating and pulsating as Jimmy worked his way deeper into her ass.
“You like that, don’t you slut?”
“Ooooohhhh!”
They fucked both her holes, both going in deep. Each thrust was pure pleasure for Malomar, as her breasts brushed against Tony’s black t-shirt and her nipples tingled and blushed.
Jimmy slapped her ass as Tony shuddered deep inside her, leaving Jimmy alone, thrusting deep onto her ass.
“You’re such a dirty whore, aren’t you? You like taking it up the ass, don’t you?”
And then he blew his load up her ass, and it felt delicious.
They all collapsed into a heap on the floor. Malomar’s cunt and ass dribbled come, and she loved it. After a little while, they stood up, and zipped up their pants while she pulled down her skirt.  Her fishnets were all torn away, but she slid her thong back into place easily enough. It barely sopped up the juices and come. She kissed each thug deeply in turn, and they all stumbled their way out of the bathroom. Outside the bar, Malomar collected their phone numbers, and gave each of their crotches a squeeze goodbye.
The next night, she let them both into her apartment, and was surprised that they had brought a friend. “This is Mike,” Jimmy said. This time, she didn’t wear panties. They would just get in the way…

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Letting him in (Part 2)

Hi everyone! This is the second part that I’m working on. I’m still working on bring the story together. Feedback is welcomed and encouraged. Thank you for reading and enjoy!

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Predatrix Three: Things Fall Apart

In the previous chapter, Michael learned that Jane had been bullied in school by Ashley Kennedy. Her desire for revenge led her to sending compromising pictures of Michael and Ashley to Dan Kennedy. This chapter, which is easily the most depraved and sex-filled till now, picks up right where the last one ended: with Ashley walking in on her husband Dan fucking his secretary.