Memories
7yrs to 77 part 1
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This story contains in some parts blood, crazy and sick ideas,
I have a thing for Identical twin boys. I had one but he died whe we were young. I wish we had the chance to experiment.
For Mothers’ Day, Penny and Bianca decided to take their mother out to a spa. As they get on board the train, the trio of Brazilian beauties are surprised to see the rest of the passengers are all men. Penny and Bianca grab hold of a pole. A young man gives his seat to the girls’ mother and stands next them. Their mother sits down and places their shopping bags under her seat.
Curvy co-ed, Bianca has long frizzy brown hair. She has a nice tight little ass and her chest is about a c-cup. Bianca wears short sky blue sundress shows off her long lovely legs. Eighteen year old, petite Penny is a little shorter then her sister and has black pigtails. She has a nice round rump and bigger breasts then her sister. The busty Brazilian wears yellow tank top and denim skirt. She shakes her shapely Hispanic hips while listening to her headphones. Their mother is as tall like Bianca and looks like a more mature version of Penny. She is just as voluptuous as Penny. She’s wears a gray blouse and a silver skirt.
Their mother sits up and sees the tattoo on her Penny’s lower back. “Is that a tattoo?” she demands to know, pointing to it. “Relax mama, it’s just a tramp stamp. I got it last week,” the Penny informs her. “A tramp stamp? Do you want to be a tramp?” her angry mother inquires. “No mama,” she replies, puzzled, “why are you so upset? Bianca has one in the same place.”
Her mother lifts up Bianca’s dress to see the tramp stamp, getting more upset. “We’re getting them removed,” their mother states. “No mama, please,” Bianca pleads. “You want to be labeled a tramp. Then suck his cock,” the mad mother orders, pointing to the young man who gave her his sit. “What?” both daughters and the young man ask, all three looking at her mother in surprised. “Young man what is your name?” “Harold,” he answers.
Bianca is pulled down to her knees by her mother. The girls watch as their mother unzips Harold’s shorts and pulls out his huge cock. She begins stroking the inflating cock. Their mother grabs Bianca by the back of her neck and pulls her close to Harold’s prick. Bianca’s lips press against Harold’s prick as her mother forces it into her mouth. Their mother gets up from her seat and stands behind Harold as she makes Bianca suck the cock. Their mother’s busty bosom presses up against Harold’s back as she slides Bianca’s head back and forth on Harold’s manhood. Harold’s cock pumps Bianca’s throat as her mother glides his hips. “Down just stand there,” she orders Penny, “come here and get on your knees.”
Penny obeys her mother getting on her knees next to her sister. Their mother slides Bianca off the cock and thrust it down Penny’s throat. The cock thrust back and forth down Penny’s throat as her mother pushes up against Harold’s back. Penny’s mother pulls her daughter’s head back and holds both daughters’ heads close to Harold’s groan. “Drop his shorts,” their mother orders them.
They do what they’re told to do. “Lick his shaft.” the Harold’s cock stands fully erect as the sisters lick it from the tip to the base. “Bianca, open your mouth, wide. Is that a tongue piercing?” her mother ask. Her mother rams Harold’s cock back down Bianca’s throat. “Work your piercing around his prick. Can you feel my daughter’s piercing?” she ask him. “Yes ma’am.” his answers, happily as the piercing teases his prick.
Her mother pulls the man out Bianca’s mouth. Again, their mother holds their heads near to Harold’s groan. “Dick slap my daughters,” she orders him. He bats his lengthy cock against the girls’ faces. “Not like that,” the mother says as wraps her fingers around the cock’s base. She savagely slaps the cock against her daughters’ cheeks.
“Both of you wrap your lips around the shaft,” their mother commands. their lips surround the shaft with the prick poking out. The girls’ mother works their heads along the shaft, getting them in a steady rhythm. Their mother gets from behind Harold and joins them on their knees working the cock. Mother’s lips wrap around the head and playfully licks it. All three suck his cock as mother massage Harold’s balls.
Two men in sport jerseys get up from their seats and stand besides Harold. Both men pull down their pants and begin drumming on the daughters’ heads with their cocks. “Go ahead,” the girls’ mother tells them. Both daughters turn their attention away from Harold and begins sucking the athletes.
Penny plunges Number Nine’s thick dick down her throat. Her tight teen throat throttles his thick cock. He pulls her pigtails close to his sides, lodging his cock down her throat and holding it there for a minute. His dick disappears between her lips as she savagely sucks him off. Nine’s seed erupts down Penny’s throat.
Bianca’s tongue slides down Six’s shaft to his balls. Her tongue toss around his testicles. She wraps her lips around and playfully sucks his sack. Six’s large cock bounces across her face. she grips his cock and strokes it hard. Six reaches down, cupping one of her boobs as he pull his balls from her mouth.
Meanwhile, the girls’ mother goes back to her seat and watches her daughters giving head. She slides her up her inner thigh toward her moisten panties. Her fingers pet her pussy through her panties. The man sitting gets up from sit. He grabs onto a hook overhead and stands on his sit. The girls’ mother slides over and pulls down the man’s pants as another stands up her seat. She sits between both men while they slap her with their cocks. A punk rocker puts off her damp panties. She switches between sucking the other two cocks as the punk’s tongue makes contact with her creamy cunt. The mother unbuttons her blouse as the three men pull at her bra and fondle her breasts. As the punk’s tongue tangos with pussy her pussy, she moans heavily. The two men she’s blowing cum on her cheeks.
The train stop and the two blown men get off. The girls’ mother turn around in her sit and faces the window with exposed breasts. She raises her skirt baring her ass to the punk. He takes her from behind, slowly slides his cock up her ass. It don’t take long for to speed up, his rod ravages her anal canal as he plunge his fingers in her pussy. She moans and bites her lips as she cum from the action. After that the punk pulls out and cums on her ass.
Penny takes the seat next to her mom and takes off her top. A nerdy guy climbs up into her seat and whips out his thick dick. Without hesitation, her mother pulls in the nerd and his cock disappears down Penny’s throat. Her head twist and turns as blows him. The nerd begins banging her head against the window as he pulls her pigtails. “Make mommy proud to call you a slut,” her mother says as Penny pulls the nerd’s ass cheeks apart. The nerd pulls his cock out Penny’s mouth coats her face with sperm.
Bianca lays down on floor as Six crotch down over face. She teabags him and strokes his cock for a minute. Six then lays on top her, burying his face pussy as drove his cock down her throat. His tongue dominates her cunt, make her howlers for more as she digs her nails in his ass. She excitedly stuffs her face with his cock, to the point of choking on it.
Six gets up off of her, allowing Bianca to roll on top of Nine. She blows wildly as he eats out her at the same pact. Bianca jumps up and slides her pussy down to cock. She slides Nine’s cock inside her pussy and rapid rides him. Six shoves his cock back down her throat. Riding Nine’s cock gets her to cum, again. She spits out Six’s cock and jumps off of Nine. Bianca wraps her tongue around Nine’s cock and laps up her cunt juice. While she clean the cock, Six took ownership of her ass, thrusting his cock deep inside her as he pulls her hair. He switches between her pussy and asshole, before firing his down on her backside as his teammate does the same to her face.
Penny gets up from her seat and grabs a railing, once more. She shakes and smashes her ass, suggesting she wants more. A businessman thrust his cock up her pussy, making her squeal. His associate rams his rod up her ass. The businessmen mercilessly thrust their cocks deep inside of her, continuing to make her scream in pleasure. The both businessmen pullout of her. She gets back down on her knees and with a open mouth takes both cum blasts.
The train stops again and more men get on as the athletes and businessmen finished up and exit the train. The people getting on the train are surprised by the show they are getting. A man lays on floor, fisting the daughters as their mother rides his cock. The daughters suck on their mother’s breasts as line of men took turns jerking off in her face. The semen showers the mother and runs down her breasts to her daughters who suck it all up.
Exhausted from all men taking their turns, the daughters look at their mother and say, “Happy Mother’s Day.” “Thank you, girls,” she replies. As the girls clean themselves up, their mother looks at them and says, “Don’t tell your father.”
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Part 1 Eric (16) Asha (16) Lamar (17) -Ages
A woman takes her 16-year-old daughter to the doctor. The doctor says, “Okay, Mrs. Jones, what’s the problem?”
The mother says, “It’s my daughter Darla. She keeps getting these cravings, she’s putting on weight, and is sick most mornings.”
The doctor gives Darla a good examination, then turns to the mother and says, “Well, I don’t know how to tell you this, but your Darla is pregnant– about 4 months, would be my guess.”
The mother says, “Pregnant?! She can’t be, she has never ever been left alone with a man! Have you, Darla?”
Darla says, “No mother! I’ve never even kissed a man!”
The doctor walked over to the window and just stares out it. About five minutes pass and finally the mother says, “Is there something wrong out there doctor?”
The doctor replies, “No, not really, it’s just that the last time anything like this happened, a star appeared in the east and three wise men came over the hill. I’ll be damned if I’m going to miss it this time!”
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Mistress Iona 2
One day when I came to Iona there was already a naked young man around 20 there on his knees in front of her licking her tits as she was sitting in her usual big chair wearing the usual garters, stockings and high heel shoes. Everything she had on was black and silky. Her legs were far apart and she was smoking a long cigarette with closed eyes. I waited in my normal position which comes from my name, OnKnee, on all four and naked with my cock dripping with precum from me working on it to get a full erection before entering her house, as was the rule. Finally she said: “Slave OnKnee, prepare for housework”. Yes, Mistress, I said and crept over to a drawer where I today found a red garter belt and red stockings plus a pair of red high heel shoes in my size. “Stand up slave and put it on”. “Yes, Mistress”, I said and stood up and felt the exciting feeling when I rolled on the silky stockings and then hooked them on the garter belt. My cock raised hard again and the precum glistened on top. The shoes fit me perfectly and had 4-inch heels which is just on the limit for me to be able to walk in when doing work in her house. “Do my bedroom”, She said and off I went envying the young man who enjoyed the sucking and licking of Iona’s wonderful breasts as much as he could without shooting his 10 inch weapon that stood straight up with precum glistening all the way down to his balls and then dripping on the floor.
Suddenly there was a ring on the door.” OnKnee, open the door”, Iona commanded, “dressed as you are!” When I opened there was a beautiful, very elegant lady standing there smiling when she saw this maid open the door. She turned around so I could take off her furcoat and guess what… under she was totally naked and tripped into the room on her high heels. “Hi, Iona”, she said and sat down in a chair opposite Iona’s meaning that she saw the ass and the dripping balls of the young man working on Iona’s tits. “You know that I prefer girls”, she said, “don’t you think we could hide the cock of this fellow so he can go for a maid?” As all hair on my body is removed it was not a too bad idea. “Slave”, Iona said, “go to the closet and get the tightest pants you can find and put them on to please my friend!” I went to the closet and found a pair of the tightest thongs I could think of, pressing my poor penis to nearly nothing and nicely dividing my back. I looked in a mirror and got horny when I saw what a sweet little girl I looked like. Iona’s friend said that I looked terrific and named me Liz. “Come here, Liz”, she said. “Kneel in front of me so I can put on some lipstick and some mascara and tie your hair up in a sweet knot!” “Aren’t you sweet, Darling”. “Yes, Milady”, I said, “to you service”.
“Go and find a dildo, because I love to get fucked by sweet girls like you, Liz”. I went to the closet and put on a dildo strapped around my back and went back to the lady. She moved to the edge of the chair, opened her legs and ordered me to fuck her. Standing on my knees in front of her I put the dildo into her wet pussy and started to work hard. Of course, at each push, I felt the pressure on my squeezed cock, which gave a certain sensation I never felt before. “Harder”, she said and I understood that she wanted to climax immediately, which was very different from Iona, who wanted to draw her cums out in time as much as possible. Sure enough, the lady soon came with a scream and then hugged me and thanked me for the good job. She then asked for her coat and kissed my lips and off she went…..
“Slave, become a man again”, Iona said, “and go and find a pair of very big, green silky pants in the bottom drawer in my bedroom”. I took off the wet dildo and the wet and tight thongs and came back with the green panties. She then told the young man to stand up and put these pants on. They were far too big but gave room for his cock to stand straight out and immediately I could see how some of his precum dripped through the thin fabric. She then ordered him to stand in front of her with the legs far apart and ordered me to stand close behind him so my newly erected penis stood out in under his balls in the panties. “Closer”, Iona, said and I had to press myself onto the back of the young fellow. Iona started to slowly play with her pussy and told me to jerk his cock now standing straight out and up in the pants. “OnKnee, I imagine this cock to be mine and you are responsible for letting my pussy and my cock come at the same time!” “Yes Mistress”, was all I could say but getting worried when I felt how close to coming the young fellow was. Iona started to work herself up and I saw the wild look in her face when she looked at “her own cock” that I played with through the fabric in front of her. “Harder”, she cried and I had to do it harder… but too hard because I felt the shooting coming. I hold my hands still but felt how his cock swelled even more and the biggest load came into the pants. Some drops even pressed so hard through the thin fabric that it landed on Iona’s hand and stomach. “You worthless slave”, she shouted. “Taking the pleasure away from your Mistress. You will get punished hard. Next time I will call in Jack to do it for me”.
I fell on my knees and tried to kiss her toes to show my obedience and my sorrow for what happened but she just kicked me away and ordered the poor guy to take the panties off and give to her. She took them and a scissor and made a hole in the back of the pants dripping from the fantastic load just blown into them. Handed them to me and said: “Slave, take these on and don’t take them off before next week when you come here and of, course, no shower. Never take them off, peeing you have to do in them. Be happy I was so kind to make a hole in the back for your big jobs. If you get wet dreams and happen to shoot your load in them when you sleep you tell me. There will be 5 strokes for each time you dream about me and 10 if you dream about someone else. Understood?” “Yes, Mistress Iona” was all I could say. The coming week was hard as I started to smell myself of my own pee and the cum from the boy and my own 5 loads shooting when I had wet dreams. 2 about Iona and 3 about other women. That makes 40 strokes that I should receive when the week was over. Also, at work I had to wear long T-shirts in order not to show the wetness creeping through from my underpants to my dress. A hard weekbut as always dreaming about getting back and being dominated by Mistress
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Nathan meets Jessica’s mother and receives her version of a thank you.
Play Mom & Dad
By Blueheatt
….Sis and I were talking when my sister first came up with this little game of ’mom and dad’ she wanted to play. I’m Bobby and she’s Glenda. I think back and I think she just wanted normal parents. Now she could pretend we were the ideal parents.
…..We want to tell you how we grew up with a secret home life of our own.
…..Our parents fought a lot verbally. They both drank to much and it was a way of life in our house. Glenda was 2 years older than me and we were close. My room was in the basement where it was quieter and I could wank pretty much in private. One evening as I lay in bed, I thought about my girlfriend naked, as usual, and I heard the door quietly open. Slowly down the stairs came Glenda in her nightgown. She had a cute build, nice tits and cute ass…but she unfortunately was my sister. We smiled as she came over and lay beside me. “They’re at it again. It’s so nice down here, I’m going to trade bedrooms and you can stay up there.” she said.
…..“No way sis, you can stay down here until they go to sleep, but I’m not living up there.” I said.
She said: “Ok, I’ll be the ‘nice’ mom and you be the ‘nice’ dad, Ok?” “Mom and dad?, those are girl games. How about you be a stripper and I’ll be the watcher. Now that would be a hot game.”
….She rolled towards me smiling that ornery smile of hers. She said: “What ever you want…’Daddy’….” I said: “Oh really? Is ‘Mommy’ going to do a sexy strip tease for ‘daddy‘?”
….She rolled out of my bed and started trying to act all sexy and feeling her body over her nightgown. She lifted it up to almost her pussy and squeezed her tits. I said: “No no, ya gotta ‘be’ sexy, not just act sexy.
…. “Help me daddy. tell me what a guy likes to see a stripper do.” she said. I coached her a little and I started getting a boner. She saw it and whispered: (“I must be doing better daddy.”) The sexier she danced the bigger my boner got. She jumped in the bed and snuggled up to me. (“…you’ve made mommy all horny daddy. You’re the ‘daddy’ and you have to ‘fix it’.”)
…..I had my hands behind my head watching her. I looked at her and that little cutesy smile. ….We could still hear our mom and dad arguing up stairs. She snuggled closer, pushing her tits and pussy into me. We continued to whisper. I said: (“…you made daddy get a boner…you’re the ’mommy’ and your suppose to ’fix it’…right?”)
….I figured that would put an end to her game of ’mom and dad’. I wasn’t into having sex with my sister for real. Wanking…. oh hell yes, I thought about fucking her many times, but the real thing…no way…I thought…or…use to think….things were changing as I looked at her tits (no bra) and her (no panties) body. I began to look at her as a hot bodied girl, and not a sister.
…. She paused.
Glenda thought…..
…..what am I going to do. I love this game of ’mom and dad’, it’s makes me wonderfully horny. If I stop right here and do nothing, the game will end. I know how he says he not an incest guy, but he seems different now that it’s staring him in the face to do or not to do something. I don’t want to be the first one to commit to doing something, and I know he doesn’t ether.
….I’ll make a little move and see if he makes a little move. Damn this is making me really horny now. I can feel the wet in my pussy. He’s got a big boner and is not even trying to hide it. Here comes my little move Bobby. God I hope he responds. We’ve never talked about sex, but I would love to have sex with that boner of his.
…..I didn’t move my body but just whispered: (“…how can mommy ’fix it’ with it all covered up?”)
Bobby thoughts…..
…..She still wants to play the game. Damn her, now I’m on the spot do something. I‘ve got idea. She’ll ether go or no go, to make a real move on me.
I turned out the lights.
…..We didn’t talk. Both our thoughts seemed like they were loud speakers in our heads. I slowly reached over and took her hand by the wrist. I placed her limp hand gently on my boner She took my limp hand and gently placed it on her tits. We had just made a move on each other and we both giggled. We had just dual committed to feeling each other up.
….Her tit felt wonderful and warm as I let my fingers feel it. Her fingers gently felt my boner. We didn’t speak, but ‘mommy and daddy’ began our first ‘real’ feel up.
Glenda…..
…..When I felt his hand pick up my wrist, I got mega chills. I felt my pussy contract and flex inside. The juices began to flow. I gasp for breath and my heart began to beat hard. Then when he didn’t remove his hand, after I placed it on my tit ….a warm glow came over me. His fingers felt so good gently feeling all around it and feeling the nipple. My hand continuously trembled as for the first time ever, I felt his nice boner. It felt so warm and hard now. I held back my urge to moan a little and kept quiet. I began to gently stroke it. It now stood straight up, making a big tent in his shorts. It was time to get the tent out of the way…..
Bobby….
…..what a hot feeling to have her tits to play with for real, not just imagine. They were full and warm. Her nipples became hard quickly as her chest moved up and down. This was just a mutual feel up, that’s all. I told myself. No incest here….a….like….just good friends scratching each others back….yes…that’s all it was. I knew other guys who had copped a feel on their sisters, and no big deal. We told ourselves we were just ’cool’ and respected each other as brother and sister.
We lied…..
…..I wanted to fuck her bad….I rolled on top of her. She whispered out of breath: (“…oh daddy!“…)…She pushed my shorts down and put her hand on my bare boner and started stroking it.
Glenda….
……Just a little friendly feeling us up, between brother and sister?….no…not now. I was the mom…. and dad and I were headed to have our first sex. I closed my eyes and pretended he was my new husband and I his new wife. It was our honeymoon and our first sex was happening now……
…..I helped him roll on top of me as a little moan slipped out. I had his bare warm boner in my hand now and I loved stroking it. I’ll just put it between my legs and …..oh my god…he is rubbing it up and down on my wet slit. I want it in me so bad. I put my hand on his and together we felt it slowly start in me. My fingers grabbed his butt cheeks as my hips began to move….
…..“GLENDA, ARE YOU DOWN THERE?”…shattered everything. Bobby quickly rolled off me and I went scrambling to the bottom of the stairs. “Yes, I’m coming up, be right there mom.” Mom mumbled something about what the hell are the lights off for, damn kids something, and walked away. Up the stairs I went, leaving our golden moment behind….
Bobby….
……I had quick pulled my shorts up and took covers and covered up my huge boner. I expected to hear more yelling…but all went quiet. I could still feel my boner start in her pussy. Warm, wet and oh so smooth. My butt cheeks tingled where she had held them so tight. I kept taking more breaths as my heart thumped hard. I couldn’t help but smile as the event replayed itself over and over in my mind.
….It was just suppose to be a friendly brother sister feel up….what happened? It felt like a giant magnet pulling us together, and it was still ’on’. My mind raced for when an opportunity could be planned for ‘when‘….we could have our first ’real’ hot sex…..
…..I talked to sis about when was the best time to keep playing her little game some more. “Oh?…so you like my ’girls’ game do you?” she said.
….“I’m the dad and I want to keep the mom happy, that’s all.” I said. We both chuckled as our arms went around us. We were in the laundry room and our hands started feeling us up. Mom and dad were in the living room and It was excitingly risky. Glenda was warm and our breathing went heavy. She pushed her nice tits into my chest. I pushed my semi-hard cock into her pussy to make her jump. We loved making each other hot by sneaking it right under mom and dads nose. They pretty much ignored us as they popped another 6 pack.
…..Glenda whispered: (…“dad, mom needs some loving tonight. Are you in the mood?…I don’t have a headache or anything, so… I think I’ll go to the basement late tonight and let dad make mom happy…or is dad to tired?”)
….. I said back: (…”mom is so sexy I want to make her very happy tonight….dad will be waiting with a nice erection for mom.”) She said: (..we’re such good parents I think we should reward ourselves, don’t ya think?…it will be kind of like a ‘honeymoon’ for us. I’m going to get ready now.”)
….We had made ourselves very horny and we couldn’t wait for ‘late’ to get here.
Glenda thought….
…..God I wish our dad was like Bobby. I’m making him our dad from now on..…and with me as mom, we can have sex anytime we want…and I want dad…. tonight…..
….I got in the shower and dreamed of tonight as I washed myself and rubbed my soapy pussy. I heard the creak of the bathroom door opening…I knew it had to be daddy Bobby. I peeked and it was. I whispered loud…”Get out of here daddy, we’ll get in trouble if we get caught in here together. Bobby smiled and whispered back: “Daddy’s and mommy’s take showers together all the time, just let me see you real quick.” I slid the door back so he got a quick peek, and before I could shut it, he got in a feel of my soapy pussy then ran his finger up my clit. I giggled. then he went out and closed the door.
…..My new Daddy gave me warm pussy feelings when he did that….
….I used my sexist scented soap, I did my hair up and perfume everywhere. I picked out a tiny nightie with easy access to my pussy and tits. I heard mom and dad leave to go bar hopping. I wanted to run down to the basement and attack ‘daddy’ like parents do when the kids are gone for a while….why not? I put my robe on and headed for the basement.
Bobby….
….My sister was now the hottest girl in my life. That shower feel up was like a video in my mind and played over and over. The thought of tonight was driving me crazy. To have my cock start in her warm pussy, and then stop was torture.
…..We waited. I lay in my bed with a hardon that wouldn’t go down…wait…mom and dad leaving?…I heard their car leave. That meant about two to three hours of them being gone to the bar. Having ’mommy’ come down here was to much to hope for. We didn’t want to get caught if something happened and they came home.
….I heard noises up above me. ’Mommy’ was walking around. The I got chills as I heard the basement door slowly open. Down she came with a robe on. We smiled as she did a sexy little strip for me taking off her robe. Damn she looked hot, and with a tiny little nightie on. She slithered into the bed like a snake going after prey. We giggled and our bodies slowly came together under the sheet.
….”Mom, you smell wonderful and you feel so warm.” I said.
“Dad, did you have a hard day at work today?”
“No mom, I took the day off, I have a honeymoon to go to tonight.”
….Those were the last words we spoke as we began. We kind of went crazy with our legs and arms wrapped around us. We moaned and our hand started feeling all the things we couldn’t feel before. I tore that nightie as I rushed to get at her tits and suck on them and those nipples. He hands were all over me feeling everything. Slowly we moved onto the next thing…going 69. I turned and took her little panties and tossed them. There was the hottest looking little bush ever. We got on our sides and I dived in. She moaned and twitched with each lick.
I felt her warm lips around my hardon. Her fingers felt everything, my balls, hardon and her tongue felt wonderful. We were really turned on by now. I turned and we finally were going to have the sex we wanted. I said: “You’re the best mom ever. Will you be the ‘mom’ in my life for ever and ever?”
….She said: “Dad, I would be honored to be the ‘mom‘…may I?” She reached down and put my hard erection in the entrance to her sweet wet pussy. We both moaned as it slid in so warm and smooth. We swear the earth began to move as we felt our bodies and let our tongues have their way with us.
She fit perfect and her warm slick pussy was mind blowing. Her warm legs came and wrapped around mine as we lost it in joy beyond description. Our bodies became one fucking machine. The bed began to rock like I’d never heard it. Her arms held me so tight it made my balls come alive with action. Her pussy massaged my cock like her mouth. I started to cum as my head was pounding. She started yelling wild words of euphoria. I remember her saying over and over…”oh god oh god oh GOD “ as she tensed up so tight she shook. “OH GOD!” was the last thing I heard as my cock exploited with a massive shot of cum, and it just kept going…. I have never fucked so fast in my life. She was right with me making wonderful sounds of pleasure. We ran out of air…and we didn’t care as indescribable things ran thru our bodies. I kissed her tears of joy as we passed out….
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….We woke up to sounds above us. It was mom and dad in their bedroom fucking. They were of course drunk and having a good time.
….We smiled at each other and laughed. This ‘mom and dad’ had just rocked ourselves into a new world of peace and joy. Oh my, I still had an erection and it was in it’s favorite place.
….We started in again with our own life. “Damn ‘mom’ your such a hot mom.”
“Damn dad, your such a hot lover….but we’d better be quiet, we don’t want to disturb ‘Mom and Dad’.
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Joan’s mother found us naked at the camp, and told me we needed to talk
I was walking along on the first day of college, on my way to my dorm, when I was grabbed from behind. I felt a sharp pain and that’s the last thing I remember.
This is one of several stories with ‘Surprise’ in the title; their common theme is lesbians in an unexpected situation. To find the others, and the rest of my 100% all-girl lesbian stories, follow the author link above. This story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.
As promised a new series! While Jaime figured she didn’t need a babysitter as she was 11 years old her parents had other ideas.
Lucky finds a mother and daughter.
Continuation of the adventures of 16yo Casey Sheridan and her seduction of her neighbor Dan. Picks up where the first left off without much introduction, gets to the sex faster as well.
This chapter does not contain any preteen sexual interaction. if you want some read my next chapter
Chapt-1.1- My first instincts
My name is Luke. I discovered this site a few months ago and since then I have fell in love with it.
Anyways my sexual adventures began when I was 8 years old. When I used to take a bath my mom used to soap and wash me. As my line of vision was way below her cus I would be sitting in a tub I could see under her summer dress/gown . As she wore no panties I could directly see her closed unshaved pussy!!! I used to sneek a peak whenever she was not looking at me. I think I also could smell a scent coming from her silt. Though I did not know what was a pussy or what is sex as I was very small I still used to look as I was a very curious child.
My sightseeing stopped when I became 8, and she told me to bathe alone. I was upset but that was not the only attraction to her body. Her other attraction was her big D-cupped boobs. I loved them very much. I used to always give her a tight hug so as I can feel her boobs and her bra. I think she knew about this as after the hug she had called me several times “naughty boy”
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Chapt-1.2-Reaching puberty
By this time I was 10. I had learnt so far from my seniors & classmates that if I put my thing inside a girl’s thing she would get pregnant, what is an erection and few words like sexy, ass, penis etc but not much
Though I had learnt about sex I never had seen a girl naked. Therefore when I asked my best friend if he had seen he advised me that I searched the internet. My parents had just bought a computer (the big monitor one) and internet since my dad was most of the time abroad. That day I dashed to home after school , ate my lunch superfast and went into my room. When mom started watching some stupid soap I quickly locked the my room and started searching the web. At first I searched for sexy nude photos and got a dozen of beautiful naked women in front of me. Some with only their stockings while some lying on the bed showing their pussies. I quickly got an hard on but did not know what to do about it as I did not know what is masterbutation. I stored them in the hard drive and used to watch them every night after mom thought I went to sleep.
After a few days I went to site which also had porn videos in it. The first one I clicked started with a man and a woman in a jungle kissing hungrily. Both were barely legal. I could hear the kissing sounds when their lips met. After a few seconds of kissing the woman started to remove her t-shirt. There was no bra underneath it and her boobs bounced as she stood there half naked . After a few minutes suckling, kissing, teasing the nipples they started to remove their rest of the clothes. Then the man then slowly inserted his dick (I didn’t know there are other words for penis at that time) in her vagina and slowly started moving up and down. The woman continued to moan softly as the fucking became hard and fast and soon he cummed in her vagina. After that she swallowed the remaining semen from his dick .This is my first and best video up till now.
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Chapt 1.3 – Learning to jack off
I was near of becoming 11 years old. Most of my friends had learnt to masturbate and cum as well. I had seen a lot of porn and tried to masturbate everytime but it no semen came out of my dick.
There was just a week left untill I become 11. After watching 5 videos of porn I was horny that I began to masturbate as if it was going to be my last masturbation session. After 5 mins I started getting some twitches in my balls and knew I was close enough. And then suddenly I got an sudden urge to pee but I was unwilling to move my ass to the toilet and continued jacking off and suddenly I could not control my pee and let it go. But what I felt after that on my hand was not pee but the most favourite semi fluid in the world aka my cum!! I looked down and saw that the sticky thing was dripping on my bed. Afraid that mom will find out I quickly cleaned my bedsheet with a soaked cloth. At that time that was my best moment of the life. But what do I knew surprises were yet to come.
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Chap 2-Seduced by my girlfriend
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how i got the best sex ever with my milf landlady.
Belinda and I make it to Florida, but we’ve got a lot of time to kill before Marcella arrives.
The culmination of years of teasing and secret lusting for my younger sister
Barbara had promised to return a favor but couldn’t finish the job. She’s here today to follow up on her commitment
For the sake of privacy, some of the names were changed in this story.
This story is in fact true.
My name is Rebecca. I am 14 years old and have long brown hair, green eyes, and have an athletic body at 5’6. I developed very early, so I have a full body figure and wear a 36C bra. My wonderful boyfriend, Dustin, is a wrestler at our local school. He has an amazing body with a flat stomach growing some abs. He is 15 years old, blonde hair, blue eyes, and at 5’6 such as myself.
It was a Friday and I had plans to going to his house. My mother was very comfortable with him and his family so she just dropped me off at his house. I rang the doorbell and there he was, standing very tall and handsome right in front of me. He was wearing a plain white T-shirt and some plain blue jeans. I was wearing a low cut V-neck top with blue jeans. I smiled, then he smiled back. I went into his house and said hello to his mother then went to his room. We just popped in a movie and just cuddled on his couch.
He held my hand and played with my fingers. I laid my head on his chest and heard his heart beat. He looked down at me and smiled and kissed my lips softly. I smiled back and kissed back a little more passionate. Then he laid down on the couch and beckoned me to lay on top. I laid on top and hugged him very tight and put my head back on his chest. He wrapped his arms around my back and held me tight.
We maintained this position for at least 5 minutes then he started to creep his hands down my back. He reached my ass then started to squeeze it a little. I sat up a little and looked at him. Then I noticed that he was staring at my clevage that was being exposed right in front of his face. I got off of him in embarrassment and sat at the farthest edge of the couch.
“I’m sorry babe.” said Dustin.
“For what?” I said
“For looking at your um..” he said hesitantly.
“My boobs?” I said
“Yes.. they are very nice I might add” he said.
I looked down at my shirt then looked at him.
“Well they are kind of nice” I said
He turned up the T.V. and then looked at me. He moved closer to me and kissed my cheek. I smiled at him then kissed his nose. He then kissed my lips and kept kissing me. I wrapped my arms around my neck and kissed him very passionately. He put both his hands on my hips and rubbed them very lightly. We kept kissing while he slowly started to lift my shirt up. When he lifted my shirt up to my ribs, I broke the kiss and took off my shirt. He pulled back off of me to gaze at my almost naked upper body and started to stagger his breath. He got really close to me again and reached behind my back and tried to unhook my bra. He had trouble with it so I helped him.
I took off my bra and threw it on the floor. He stared at my boobs astonished.
“Do you wanna.. touch them?” I said
He then cupped his hands around them and squeezed them a little bit. I examined his face. He had a really big, horny smile on his face. He started kissing my neck then worked his way slowly down to my breasts. I was breathing very heavily by now. Then I felt his wet kisses on my breasts and that just made me moan very softly. He still had one of my boobs cupped while he was kissing my breasts. He then started sucking on my very erect nipple. I moaned a little more and that urged him on. He started to rub my nipple with one hand and roll circles around my other nipple with his tongue.
After what seemed like an hour, but actually 5 minutes, he abruptly stopped and stood up.
“We need to get out of here” he said.
“Yes, we do” I said breathlessly.
He stood up off of my and he helped me up off the couch. He handed me my bra while he checked my naked upper body out.
“Nice…” he said.
I smiled and put my bra back on then my shirt.
We walked out of his room hand in hand.
“Mom?” Dustin said.
“Yes?” Dustin’s mom said.
“Rebecca and I are going to go 4-wheeling, is that okay?” Dustin said.
“Sure honey, don’t go out too far okay?” Dustin’s mom said.
“Okay mom” he said.
We went into his shed where he kept his 4-Wheelers. He kissed me very passionately.
“I love you so much Rebecca” he said.
“I love you so much too Dustin” I said smiling.
He grabbed a blanket off of the table and smiled at me.
He got on the 4-wheeler and started it up.
I sat behind him, excited to what I hoped was going to happen to me.
End of part 1.I know I know, everyone hates the wait but I’ll write part 2 asap if I get positive feedback.Some background on our relationship…
Dustin and I are a very close first love couple. We are still currently dating. I am still 14 and he is still 15 so this story is very recent. Sex was always something to talk about. We were always too shy to do anything until that day. I have never experienced anything sexual, just making out of course. Neither has he actually.
Part 2 is about me losing my virginity, as well as his. So brace yourselfs.
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A guy goes to a gang bang with his friend and finds that he is the center of attention
This is true and was so hot it is burned into my memory.
This one has been a fantasy of mine for the long time. I wanted to try writing a dialect to see if I could be consistent with it. The answer is… not quite, but I think I smoothed things over in the editing. Sit back and enjoy. As always, I welcolme whatever you want to post. Although maybe try and comment something with a bit more meaning than “I Like Potatoes” (as someone recently did on another story of mine)
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The chronicles of a devoted pet and her master
The light fog added a moisture to the air. The coolness of the night wrapped around her like a wet towel, sending a shiver up her spine. She was lucky she knew the area so well, or she could have easily become lost. She looked through the trees at the house where he lived, slightly smiling at the one electric candle burning in the kitchen window.
She knew where he’d be, sitting at his kitchen table, with the lights out, tapping away on his lap-top. On that internet site, looking at the pictures of the women no doubt. She smiled once more, and wondered if he was looking yet again at the new pictures of herself that she’d posted on there. After the text messages she’d just been sending him, he ought to be.
She stopped, just at the edge of the trees. She pulled the phone out of the pocket of her coat, the long one. It reached halfway down her calf, and she was glad that she’d put her knee length boots on underneath. They only had a small wedge heel, so they were good to walk through the woods in, and meant that her legs weren’t bare walking through the undergrowth. It was a half mile through the woods from her house at the top of the hill down to his, and more than twice that down the winding road that led past both their houses to the town at the bottom.
She thumbed another text message. The last few should have got him turned on already, so now it was time to get what she wanted, and get him to do exactly what she wanted him to do, too.
[I want specl pic of ur cok] she pressed send.
[wot u mean] came the answer, within a few seconds,
[want pic of ur hard cok in ur hottub lol] she replied.
[but she in house 🙁 ] he sent back.
[so? bet she wasted agin dare u dare u double dog dare u – will suk u off nex time i c u if u do]
There was no answer for a minute, as she waited silently in the woods, then she heard the kitchen door quietly unlock, open and then close. She ducked back behind a tree as he walked across the wooden decking at the back of his house, and she watched him look back, then pull the cover off the hot-tub, remove his jeans and shirt, and slip into the steaming pool. She could hardly stop herself laughing as she watched him carefully lean back out of the tub, take his phone from his trouser pocket, and take a snap of himself.
‘Men!’ she thought to herself ‘So easily manipulated, so gullible.’
As quietly as she could, she inched around to the side of the house, reached down and unzipped her boots, leaving them just by the side of the deck and noiselessly crept up behind where he was now sitting in the tub, about to send the pic to her.
She sent one last message, [dont drop ur phone!] then when she saw him look closely at his phone she knew that he’d received the message so she stepped up behind him and said quietly
“Don’t drop that now, will you!”
He swivelled around in surprise, and said “Wha….what you doing here! She’ll…”
“She’ll do nothing – I bet she’s up there in bed, full of Prozac and Gin as usual, isn’t she?”
“Yeah” he said, wistfully.
“Well then, how about this instead then?” she said as she undid the belt and pulled her coat open, to show that she was completely naked underneath!
His eyes widened, and the surprised expression on his face turned to a broad smile as she dropped the coat alongside his clothes, and hopped into the warm water of the tub alongside him.
“A promise is a promise…” she whispered to him, and took a large gulp of air, closed her eyes then plunged her head down under the bubbling water. She fumbled her way down his body and, pursing her lips, pushed her mouth down over his stiff cock. It was difficult to suck on it whilst being unable to breathe, and the taste of the chemicals in the water made it very unpleasant, but she stayed down there as long as she could, although probably only ten seconds or so. She burst back up to the surface, spitting out the water from her mouth, and taking a gasp of air.
She pushed her wet hair back out of her eyes, and saw the grin on his face. He was still sitting in the tub, so she straddled him, and guided his cock into her pussy. It was long, and thick, and she felt a glow of satisfaction as it slid into her.
She knew they’d have to be quick, just in case his wife woke up and realised he wasn’t in the house.
She rode him furiously for a minute, the sensations of the warm water bubbling around her adding to the sensuousness of it all. Her breasts dipped in and out of the water with each stroke as she bounced on him, the constant splashing around her hardened nipples adding even more to the sensations.
Although she was nearing her orgasm, she wanted to change position, and the thought of underwater doggy was too good to resist. She raised herself off his cock, climbed to one side of him and whispered “Do me from behind!”
She put her arms out over the edge of the tub, and squeezed her breasts up against the edge, kneeling on the underwater seat. She felt his cock nudge at the lips of her pussy, then slide upwards, and felt him rub his cock between the cheeks of her ass.
She reached around with one hand, and guided him back into her pussy.
He was too big for her to take up the ass.
She wouldn’t even let her regular partner do her that way. She’d done it with a couple of boyfriends in the past of course. It had been enjoyable the first time, with a guy she’d dated in college, but after that, she’d had a fling with an older guy, her boss at her first proper job, and he’d been bigger, and rougher, and she hadn’t enjoyed it.
As her lover began to thrust into her, she reached down and, with two fingers, stroked her clit. They were over a water jet now, and the pleasure for both of them was immense. As she stroked herself, the jet bubbled around her clit, increasing the sensations. She closed her eyes, almost lost in the pleasure. The flow of water stroking around his balls set him off, and he shuddered as he pumped his load into her. She rubbed her clit faster and faster, and soon she came too. She wanted to scream, scream his name out, scream out God’s name, scream out anything but she knew that she daren’t. She bit her lip as she came – her orgasm was massive, fuelled by the bubbling warm water stimulating her whole body, and the sheer audaciousness of their illicit sex.
She knew she should feel guilty about having another woman’s husband, but she didn’t. ‘If she was looking after him properly’ she thought to herself ‘then he wouldn’t be with me. If she wasn’t stoned out of her brains on medication and booze every night, she could be doing this with him, but she isn’t, the stupid bitch!”
The thought that they could be discovered added to the thrill, though.
They’d done it in his garage once before, when he’d told his wife he was ‘fixing the car’, he’d fixed her alright – she’d been sprawled across the bonnet of his car while he’d fucked her fast and furiously. They’d even done it in the woods once, back in the summer. They’d met half-way, she’d brought a blanket. He had ‘taken the dog for a walk’ and the poor thing had been tied to a tree while they fucked. Doggy fashion. They’d laughed about that afterwards, joking that the dog must’ve realised what they were up to.
She shook herself away from the memories. Back to the now.
She climbed out of the pool. He’d only brought one towel out with him, not realising of course that she was there. She grabbed it, towelled her hair back, and quickly dried herself. She threw the wet towel at him so he could dry himself as best he could, and picked up her coat. It was getting cold now, and the late autumnal air chilled her goose-bumped body. Her nipples hardened again, but from the cold this time.
“We’d best go!” she whispered, and pulled her coat on. He nodded, and they kissed, passionately, as lovers do immediately after sex.
He replaced the tub cover and tip-toed back inside the house. She heard the door quietly click shut, and the bolt go across, as she reached the edge of the decking. She looked around for her boots, but they’d gone!
A brief bolt of terror ran through her. She searched around, in case she was mistaken in the dark, and they were nearby, but she soon realised that someone must’ve taken them.
Someone must’ve been watching them in the tub! A little scared now, she wondered who else could be up here at this time of night. Kids? It was a long way to the next house, another mile maybe down the hill?
She realised she had to get home, so she gingerly began to pick her way up through the woods. She couldn’t risk going down to the road, it was a long walk up, and she was afraid that someone driving through would see her. That would possibly give the game away, especially so a woman walking barefoot up the hill at night – that would surely attract attention.
The ground was cold and wet, and the twigs and branches hurt the soles of her feet. She hopped a couple of times as she stood on something spiky in the dark. As she made her way back up through the woods, she began to hurry. She thought she heard someone behind her. She couldn’t see anything in the darkness, but nevertheless she began to go quicker. She let out a squeal as she caught her ankle on something – probably a root – and twisted it, painfully. She limped on, becoming more and more scared. Her feet hurt quite badly now. She shivered from the cold, her wet hair clinging to her head. She felt wretched; the elation of the earlier sexual encounter in the tub had gone. Pain and fear had taken over now.
No matter, she thought to herself, she was in sight of her own house, when she saw something that made her stop short, rooted to the spot. The sight hit her like a bolt out of the blue – her own husband’s car was parked outside their house! What the hell was he doing here? His shift at the station wasn’t supposed to finish until midnight! In the still of the night she could just hear the faint ticks of the engine cooling, so she knew he had only just arrived. She felt for the keys in her pocket. Perhaps she could sneak in the back door into the kitchen, and pretend she’d been in the house all the time?
She made to move off again, when something hard and solid hit the back of her head, and she fell forward on to the ground, dazed and fighting for consciousness. A blow to her ribcage hit her with such force that it turned her over onto her back – a kick, she realised with horror.
She lay there, dazed, stars dancing before her eyes. As her vision cleared slightly she could see in the faint glow coming from the lights outside her house the face of her attacker.
Her lover’s wife!
Still too stunned to move, she knew she was no match for the much bigger and heavier woman when suddenly the Other Woman dropped violently onto her, knees landing on her chest with such force it knocked all the breath out of her. She was totally unprepared for what happened next – the Other Woman punched her smack in the middle of the face. Not a slap as you’d expect from a woman, but a punch like a man would throw, like a bare-knuckle fighter! More stars. Her head span as she felt the rush of warm wetness on her face and in her mouth and she realised that her nose was bleeding freely.
“BITCH!” the Other Woman spat. “You fucking bitch, you fucking cock-happy bitch!” the Other Woman stood up and began to speak into her phone, then broke away to shout “Over here! I got the bitch!”
She lay there terrified, wondering if she could get to her feet and make a run toward her house when she saw the Other Woman’s pistol. Pointed at her. The Other Woman said nothing now, but held her phone in the air with her free hand, the light from the screen providing a beacon to allow the mysterious other person to find them in the gloom.
Still lying on the cold ground, she heard footsteps behind her, and she twisted her head to see who this other person was. With a sudden feeling of vertigo, she felt the world slip away from her as she saw the familiar shape of her own husband approaching. He stopped alongside her, still dressed from work, and then crouched by her. Frozen with terror, she could do nothing as he delivered a swinging smack with the flat of his hand to her cheek. Her face exploded with pain, the white hot sting seemed to scream inside her mind.
He reached down and pulled the belt of her coat open, exposing her naked body underneath.
“Slut” her husband hissed at her, when he finally spoke.
He reached into the pocket of her coat and removed her phone. She could see the screen; the words ‘new picture message received’ were on the front of the screen. He pressed the buttons to open the message – the picture of her lover’s penis was there, the one he’d taken in the pool earlier, he’d sent it to her after he’d gone back inside the house, obviously. Her husband showed the picture to the Other Woman. She grimaced, tears in her eyes “Yes, that’s him alright.”
Her husband read out some of the texts from earlier – both the ones she’d sent and the ones she’d received. He shook his head, then spun and hurled the phone against a tree with such force it shattered, pieces flying everywhere.
Suddenly, with a fast movement, he stooped again, and rolled her over, so she was face down in the cold, wet, mud. He pulled her coat up, higher than her waist, and she felt his weight press down on her.
He grasped her ass cheeks hard, pulling them apart, and she suddenly realised what he was about to do. She began to squirm, to try and struggle free, when she heard her husband say “ Give me that”, and then she felt the cold metal of the end of the gun barrel press against her cheek.
“Don’t move – slut” her husband snarled.
Frozen once more with terror, she was unable to move as she felt his cock begin to push into her ass. She felt the head push in slowly, as he lined it up….then he thrust it as far in as he could, one hand roughly grasping her ass cheek, as the other continued to point the gun at her face.
The pain was almost unbearable. It felt as though she had been punched in the stomach from within, a feeling of nausea swept over her, she dry-urged, and it felt as though her insides had filled with ice-cold, but burning cement.
Her face rubbed in the dirt as he continued to fuck her ass heavily, one hand now grasping her shoulder, the other still pressing the gun against her face, which was side down in the dirt. Her tears began to flow, running down her muddied cheeks. The Other Woman watched and laughed loudly as he finally dumped his load inside her, withdrew, and then roughly pulled her over onto her back again. She could feel the warm cum inside her, a physical violation, adding to her humiliation. Her husband handed the pistol back to the Other Woman. “You know what to do with that” he said “Do what we said we would.”
“Of course.” said the Other Woman “Can’t wait.”
The gun was pointed straight at her as she lay there defencelessly, fascinated by the horror of it all. The Other Woman clicked a button on the side of the gun, the safety catch no doubt, and she squeezed the trigger slightly, so the hammer moved back, poised to spring forward and release the bullet in the chamber. The fear was too much for her now, and she felt the sudden rush of hot liquid between her legs, as a steaming jet of urine shot out. Despite her fear, she also managed to feel embarrassed at her loss of self-control.
“HA HA HA HA the bitch is pissing herself!” the Other Woman gloated.
She closed her eyes as the Other Woman squeezed the trigger all the way.
She heard the shot ring out – in the still of the night it was the loudest thing she’d ever heard, the noise of the deafening report blasted through her head. She tensed, her body now rigid with abject terror. There was silence, apart from the muffled echoes of the shot ringing through the wood. She tentatively opened her eyes.
Both the Other Woman and her husband began to laugh, their mocking laughter ringing out every bit as deafeningly loud as the gunshot had been, it seemed.
“It was a blank, you bitch!” the Other Woman guffawed at her.
“Would have served you right if it had been for real though.” Her husband added. He squatted beside her, and removed the keys from her coat pocket. “If you’re anywhere near MY house when I get back, it might be!” he threatened. “Just fuck off. I don’t care where, just as long as it’s a long way from here.” He turned to the Other Woman “Shall we?” he asked her.
“Yes, let’s go sort that other fucker out” she laughed “I reckon he’ll not only piss, I reckon that bastard will shit himself too, when you point the gun at him!”
They both laughed, and made off into the woods, back down the hill towards the other house.
She picked herself up off the ground, weeping. There was blood congealing around her nose, wisps of steam still rose from her legs, and the tears from her eyes only served to streak the mud stuck to her face.
The pain inside her ached, worse than any period pain she’d ever experienced, her sore behind making it even more difficult to walk.
Her hair clung to her head, still damp, knotted and now muddied too. The soles of her feet still hurt, and she struggled to stand on her twisted ankle.
Sadly she made her way toward the road, too scared to head to the house that had been her home for the past seven years. She knew her husband had a gun of his own, and his wasn’t loaded with blanks.
It took her an age, it seemed, to limp to the road, then she turned and began to struggle down the hill towards the town….
She limped down the road, the feel of the cold wet tarmac beneath her sore feet only serving to remind her of her predicament. No phone, no money, no cards, no ID, not even any clothes apart from the long coat she wore. She shivered as she wondered what she was going to do. Find a payphone somewhere? She could call her best friend, Julia, and reverse the charges.
Ju was her best friend; she would come out and pick her up in her car. She wondered what she would tell her though. Julia disapproved of her affairs; Julia had always told her that she ought to remain faithful as she’d married a smashing man, with a good job. She’d always nodded sagely and agreed with Ju, then ignored her advice completely, immediately afterwards. The two women had been good friends since college and had been chief bridesmaid at each others weddings. She was even godmother to Julia’s daughter, Jamie.
She wondered if Ju had ever realised what went on while she, Julia, had been in hospital for a week after giving birth to Jamie. She’d gone round to look after the dogs, and also to make sure that Ju’s husband Jimmy had a hot meal inside him. Jimmy was one of those alpha-males, handsome, very macho and supremely capable around the house with DIY and suchlike, but unable to be trusted to even boil an egg in the kitchen.
She’d looked after Jimmy alright.
The first night after Jamie had been born she’d gone round to the house and was waiting, with a hot meal cooked, for Jimmy to get back from the hospital.
He’d stopped off at a bar on the way home ‘To wet the baby’s head’ he’d said.
They’d shared a bottle of wine as they ate, and then she’d poured up a whiskey for them both. They’d sat on the sofa drinking and, as Jimmy had chatted merrily away, she’d slipped her hand down his chest and had rubbed his crotch as she sat next to him. He’d stopped speaking, and offered her no resistance as she’d unzipped him and given him a blow-job there and then.
It was only after he’d shot his load into her mouth that he told her that Julia wasn’t a fan of oral sex. She very rarely performed it on Jimmy, and had never allowed him to cum in her mouth.
She’d enjoyed the feeling of one-upmanship that this gave her over her friend, and for the next week, she’d spent every night in the bed of her best friend, with the husband of her best friend.
She and Jimmy had agreed that once Julia came out of hospital, it would be over and neither of them would mention it again, and they hadn’t – apart from the New Year’s Eve party two years ago, when she’d been coming out of the toilet to find Jimmy queuing there. She’d pulled him back into the toilet with her, and they’d had hasty, rapid, hard, rough sex there and then, standing up in the small WC. She’d dressed as a gangster’s moll for the fancy dress party, and he’d simply pushed up her short little black dress and pulled her panties to one side and stuck his throbbing cock into her, and fucked her for all he was worth.
She’d pulled away from him as he’d begun to grunt his orgasm, and had swiftly knelt, ramming her lips over his cock in time to catch the semen as it pumped forth, swallowing it greedily down.
Both Julia and her own husband had looked at them a bit suspiciously as they’d rejoined the party, but nothing had ever been said.
She felt a little guilty now – but only because Julia was the only person she could turn to. She had few female friends; too many of them were suspicious of her and her reputation. Her own husband had always previously ignored the rumour-mongers, perhaps because he wanted not to believe them.
Obviously, that had changed tonight.
She continued to limp down the road, and saw the headlights of a vehicle heading up the road. She stepped off the road, as far into the bushes at the side as she could, hoping that the driver wouldn’t see her, or at least the state she was in. She wiped the now-drying blood from around her nose onto her sleeve, and pushed her coat towards her ass, to wipe the semen that was now dribbling from her anus, onto the lining. She licked her palm, and tried to rub the mud off her face.
As the vehicle approached she saw it was a large truck, chugging slowly up the hill. As it passed her she realised that the driver had plenty of time to see her, and she’d lowered her eyes in shame as she stood by the roadside for several seconds as the truck slowly passed by.
She’d previously had fun with the truckers on this road. There was a transport depot on the industrial estate on the far side of the hill, so a lot of trucks passed up and down during the course of the day and night.
During the summer she used to jog each afternoon, sometimes wearing jogging pants, sometimes (when the weather was at its warmest) wearing shorts, but with either she used to wear just a little vest, and sometimes no bra underneath.
She used to Vaseline her nipples to avoid them getting sore, and this made the material stick to them, making them very visible. She was big up top anyway, and the combination of shorts and vest showed off her 34DD-26-36 figure perfectly. She enjoyed the frequent wolf-whistles and shouted comments from the drivers as they passed. Sometimes she’d reward them by pulling her vest up at the front, and flashing her boobs at the trucks as they drove past, hoping that the drivers could see her in their mirrors.
It normally took her about 20 minutes to run down to the bottom of the hill, and about 25 to jog back up. She knew it was going to take a lot longer than 20 minutes tonight, with bare, sore, feet, limping from her twisted ankle, and still aching from the cock that had been forcefully jammed into her ass. The night seemed to grow colder, too – the mist had thickened like a chilled, damp blanket. She wasn’t even sure if she could make it that far, the mile into town could have been twenty, or thirty, the way she was walking now.
Then, a truck approached from behind her. As it drew alongside her, it slowed, and stopped just a few yards in front of her. She heard the window wind down and a voice shout “Hey, Lady – you need a ride into town?”
The truck looked the same as the one that had gone up the hill a few minutes earlier, obviously from the same company, or was it the same one? She didn’t know and didn’t care.
She struggled, but gladly pulled herself up into the cab, wincing from the pain in her rear.
Thoughts raced through her mind. She wondered what cover story she could tell the driver to explain why she was wandering barefoot down the hill this late in the evening, she hoped that all the blood was off her nose, she hoped she could stop her coat falling open to expose her nakedness underneath, she hoped that the driver wouldn’t smell the urine and semen that had run down her legs, and she hoped that he wouldn’t insist on driving her straight to the police station. She didn’t know if her husband’s colleagues there knew what had happened, but he must have told them something in order to finish work early.
She knew she didn’t want to find out if they knew. For all she knew she could end up in a cell on some trumped-up charge.
She hastily pretended to be confused, and affected a stammer as she spoke. Inwardly proud, even in this horrid situation, of her ability to manipulate and dupe men, she told the driver that she didn’t really know who she was.
She said that she’d come to, lying in the woods – she must’ve fallen and hit her head and had amnesia – she couldn’t remember who she was, and could he drive her to the hospital, please?
Relived, she settled back into the passenger seat. There wouldn’t be any problem about the driver smelling her at least, his body odour seemed to fill the cab, the stale sweat made her wrinkle her nose. She thought about opening the window again, but decided not to risk offending the man who would be her saviour by getting her to the hospital, and there’d be a payphone there.
She glanced sideways at the driver. He was in his fifties, unshaven, and his greasy hair was unkempt. He wore a dirty, stained vest underneath a bright yellow Hi-Visibility waistcoat, and his beer-gut was visible over the top of a pair of filthy work-trousers.
As they reached the outskirts of town she saw the familiar outline of the local school. This was her usual turn-around point when she went out for a run, she’d jog around the perimeter of the school grounds, then head back up the hill. She’d always tried to time it so she’d be seen by the older boys when they were out on the playing fields at the rear of the school – she used to enjoy knowing that she was causing a few erections amongst the boys, and possibly she might have been the subject of a few wet dreams, too.
If any of them were close enough, she used to wink at the Games Masters as well, knowing that some of the teachers fancied her also.
Suddenly, and without warning, the truck swung off the main road, and down the side road alongside the school.
“What’s going on?” she demanded, nervously.
The driver said nothing, but gunned the engine, and drove the truck around to the side of the playing fields, well away from the road. There were no streetlights here, and in the mist only a faint glow marked where the main road was. The only light in the cab of the truck was from the dashboard.
Suddenly he jammed on the brakes. She wasn’t wearing a seatbelt and so she shot forward off the seat, bumping heavily on the dash. She felt a dread overcome her, and screamed “GET AWAY FROM ME!” as she fumbled at the door to try to get it open.
“Shut it, bitch!” snarled the driver as he banged his fist into the back of her head. For the second time that night her head swum and she saw stars. He shoved her back into her seat, and pulled her coat open.
“Heh-heh-heh, I thought so! No fuckin’ undies!” he grunted. “Did you think I didn’t recognise you as I drove up the hill?” she froze in terror, her insides once again knotted as she listened to the man snarl his words at her.
“Fucking little slut … all the drivers used to talk about you in the canteen, you prick-teasing little blonde whore. We’ve all seen your tits from a distance, now I can see ‘em up close. And that little cunt of yours too!”
He reached over, and roughly grabbed hold of her breast with one hand, squeezing it hard enough to make her cry out.
“SHUT UP!” he yelled, and slapped her face with his free hand.
The blow caught her across the same cheek that her husband had slapped less than an hour ago, re-doubling the stinging sensation, and bringing tears to her eyes yet again. He grasped her face with his hand, squeezing her cheeks between his thumb and fingers, forcing her jaw open and leaving her unable to speak.
He shifted himself across the seats so that he was now on top of her. She tried to shake her head, to beg and plead with the man, but his grip around her face was vice-like, the rough skin of his fingers irritating the smooth skin of her face, and she could neither speak nor move her head. She held up her hands in front of her, to try to push him away, and squirmed and struggled, trying to bring up her knee towards the man’s groin. Still grasping her face, with his other hand he punched her hard in the stomach twice, knocking all the fight out of her.
She realised that no matter what she did, he was going to have his way with her, and the more she fought back the more he would hurt her. She closed her eyes and tried to disassociate herself from her body, to detach herself from the awful thing that was about to take place, as though it was all somewhat unreal, happening to someone else.
She could smell his bad breath on her face now though; the stink brought her sharply back to reality. The bristles on his chin chafed her lips as he brushed his face against hers, and tried to kiss her on the lips. She could feel his saliva drooling and dribbling onto her face, and it turned her guts.
Once again she tried to pretend that this was happening to someone else, as the man pulled down the front of his trousers, exposing his erect penis.
He moved all his weight onto her, pushing his legs between hers, forcing her thighs apart, and tried to enter her. She was rigid with fear, and he seemed unable to penetrate her. “Let me in there, cunt!” he hissed, and both his hands grasped her round the throat, squeezing her in a stranglehold.
Now truly fearful for her life, she tried in vain to relax her abdomen.
She attempted to gasp out the words ‘No, please no’ but they only came out as muffled, guttural sounds. The only thing she could do if she wanted to live, she realised, was to get him inside her herself. She grasped his throbbing cock with one hand, and grabbed at his hip with the other. She pulled his hips up to hers, and steered the cock to the opening of her vagina, pushing the head of it between the lips. Suddenly he let go of her throat, and his hands dropped to her shoulders, holding her steady as he forced his cock into her. The pain was intense as he penetrated her, her dry pussy sending pain signals flashing in her head.
He fucked her roughly for a minute or so, then suddenly pulled out of her. His hand went to the top of her head, and forced it down towards the twitching penis. Powerless to resist, she pursed her lips as he forced himself into her mouth. The taste of him was vile; his unwashed cock filled her senses with a sickening taste and smell, like a mixture of rancid yogurt and parmesan. The last of the cum from her lover’s load from the pool earlier still lingered too, now presented into her mouth by the penis of this stranger. He grasped her hair now, and forced her head roughly up and down as he pushed his hips forward and back, fucking her face until his cum began to spurt into her mouth. He rammed her head down hard, the end of his cock pressing towards the back of her mouth, and she began to choke as the hot semen pumped down her throat. Too afraid to do anything else, she swallowed hard, gulping the cum down.
As he pulled out of her mouth, the knot of fear in her stomach began to expand and contract, and she began to retch and urge. She could not only feel, but even hear, her stomach liquids begin to gurgle. She instinctively put her hand over her mouth, fearing that she would be sick.
The driver noticed, and suddenly, with panic in his voice, shouted “OH NO YOU FUCKING DON’T, not in my cab you bitch!” he lunged across her, and opened the door with one hand, and shoved her roughly through it. Unable to stop herself, she fell heavily onto the ground by the side of the truck. The driver started the engine, and she crawled onto the verge, clear of the wheels, just in time as he drove off. She raised herself up onto all fours and her body convulsed as she finally vomited, again and again and again.
She slumped back onto the ground, next to the pool of sick that she had just created, curled up into the foetal position and began to cry again. Her nose was assaulted by a myriad of scents – the damp grass on which she was lying, the vomit next to her, the sweat of the man who had just violated her, her own fearful sweat, the taste of the cum in her mouth, the urine, the cum dribbling out of her, it all threatened to overcome her completely. Once again, she struggled to remain conscious. Her body began to shake uncontrollably as she wept, becoming more and more hysterical. She sobbed and sobbed in the cold darkness, until finally she was aware of a vehicle approaching. She looked up, her vision blurred with tears, to see the flashing lights of a police car drawing towards her……….
Yet again, fear gripped her. She tried to get up onto her feet, a feeling inside her told her to run but she found she couldn’t even stand properly. She only made it up onto all fours again, when the car pulled up alongside her.
The Policeman climbed out, and grabbed her by the coat, dragging her to her feet. He pushed her up against the car, and said, in a mocking tone, “Well, well, what do we have here? You look in a pretty bad way, lady. Have you been drinking?” she shook her head and tried to speak, but the words stuck in her throat.
He spoke again, in the same mocking tone “Or is it something else? What do we have here, then?” he reached into her coat pocket, and then held up a small plastic bag. “Oh-ho!” he exclaimed. “Dope, huh?”
She shook her head again, and managed to stammer “N-no…that’s not…”
He interrupted her “Shut it! You know where you’re going.” He spun her around, forcing her against the side of the car and grabbed her wrists, then handcuffed her hands behind her back.
He ran his hands over her body, ostensibly to check for weapons, but simply used it as an excuse to feel her body over, grabbing big handfuls of her breasts and her behind. He bent slightly, and began to run his hand up between her legs, stroking the inside of her thighs, but suddenly stopped and hastily pulled his hand away “Yeee-uck!” he exclaimed, wiping the sticky mess on his hand onto her coat “Dirty bitch! Get in the fucking car.” He pushed her into the car, and she was sprawled across the back seat. He jumped into the driver’s seat, fired up the engine and drove off. With a feeling of increasing dread, she knew he was taking her to the Police Station.
When they arrived, she was manhandled out of the car, through the doors and past the reception desk. The Duty Sergeant said nothing, but shook his head and tut-tutted as she was marched past his desk, straight into a cell. Still cuffed, the door slammed behind her, and she was left there, alone. Time dragged slowly by, the silence broken only once by muffled noises – someone was being put in the cell next to her. She couldn’t see or hear exactly who or what but for some reason the thought that there was someone else there was strangely reassuring – she felt less alone, isolated. The thought occurred to her that it was less likely that anything bad could happen to her if there was someone next door.
She waited nervously to find out what was going to happen next. How long she couldn’t tell, but it seemed an eternity before the Sergeant returned, accompanied by a different officer, and unlocked the cell door.
She knew them all, of course, seven years as a policeman’s wife had meant that she’d been to all the barbeques, all the Christmas parties, all the weddings, all the christenings. She’d chatted to them all, to their wives, their relations. She’d bounced their kids on her knee; she’d been part of the little station ‘family’. The Sergeant was carrying a clipboard, and a hands free phone. “I suppose you’d better be allowed one phone call” he said as the other officer undid the cuffs “What number do you want?”
Her head swam as she struggled to remember Julia’s number. Falteringly she managed to stammer out the number. The Sergeant laughed grimly as he looked at his clipboard “Yes, he said that would be the number you’d want” he punched the number into the phone, and handed it to her.
As the ringing tone beeped in her ear she prayed that Julia would pick it up.
There was a click as the phone was answered, and her heart leapt with joy as Jimmy’s voice said “Hello?”
She spoke rapidly, the words jabbering forth, “Jimmy, Jimmy ohmygod is Julia there? I HAVE to speak to her right away I’ve been arrested I’m at the station you have to get her to come down bail me out please Jimmy I’m so scared”
Jimmy’s voice was filled with confusion as he replied “What? That’s crazy! Babe – Julia’s not here, she got a call about twenty minutes ago and went out. Weird, she just grabbed her coat and went out without a word and she’s not answering her phone. Jamie’s in bed so I can’t come down. I’ll try her again, hon, and get her to come down. You hang in there kiddo” as he hung up she despaired, her heart pounded in her chest.
Downfallen, she handed the phone back to the sergeant, as the second policeman replaced the cuffs. Both officers left, the clanging of the door reverberating in her ears as she slumped onto the narrow, hard, bed that was across the back of the otherwise bare cell and shivered, feeling cold now in the unheated stone-walled room. Her body ached from the blows and assaults it had suffered during the course of the events that had just happened.
More time passed but how long she had no idea – ten minutes? Twenty? It seemed an age, until she heard the cell door unlock.
Her heart skipped several beats as she saw her husband walk into the cell, holding a small set of keys. He was still in his uniform from earlier, and as she looked him up and down she saw the traces of mud on his shoes from his walk in the woods. His face showed no expression, no emotion at all. Without saying a word he pulled her to her feet, turned her around and began to unlock the cuffs. A wave of relief swept over her, she suddenly thought that perhaps he thought he’d punished her enough, and now he’d come to release her, to take her home.
She wanted to be with him, to be comforted in her own home, in her own bed. She began to speak, she’d talk him round she knew, she always did, he always believed her “Darling, oh darling, I’m so, so, so very sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I swear, I’ll do anything, anything you want. I’ll never do it again, it was all such a mistake, and I’ll never look at another man again” she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the next bit. At their wedding breakfast she’d been called on to make a speech and, unprepared for it, she’d just risen to her feet, turned to him, looked him directly in the eyes and said “I…Love You, I love you, I love you, I love you.” He’d had tears of joy in his eyes then, and she hoped he’d melt in the same way this time. She spoke the words, and repeated them twice more.
She looked back over her shoulder, but his face still betrayed no emotion. She wanted him to sweep her up in his arms, carry her home and make love to her. He’d unlocked one wrist, but instead of unlocking the other he roughly pulled the coat back over her shoulders and down her arms, then he threw it into the corner of the room. He swiftly snapped the cuff back onto her free wrist, so she was now naked, her hands cuffed behind her back once more. Her hopes dashed, she sank into deeper despair. He grabbed her arm, and roughly pulled her out of the cell and along the corridor towards the officers’ changing rooms.
She’d been in there once before, a couple of years ago; there’d been a barbeque on the lawn at the back of the station as a fund raiser for a local charity, all the officers and their families had been there. She’d gotten herself all turned on somehow by throwing wet sponges at the husband of one of the female officers, who was a teacher at the local school, and had been placed in the stocks as a target.
Dressed in just a vest and short shorts she’d been flirting with him whilst he’d been helpless and they’d both giggled as she’d thrown the sponges at him, making more and more obvious puns, telling him that he wasn’t the only one who was wet. After he’d been released from the stocks he’d come inside to dry off and change, she’d followed him in and she’d gotten what she wanted, with a quick standing-up job. She’d just ripped her shorts down and stepped out of them, and he’d fucked her up against the wall by the showers. The memory held no fondness for her now, as her husband pushed her through the half-open door into the room beyond.
Her jaw dropped with surprise as she realised that there were already several people in the room she had just been pushed into. As her eyes stretched wide in horror her brain took in the identities of the six other people who were grim-facedly staring at her and her nakedness.
The Sergeant and the other officer who’d accompanied him in the cell earlier.
The officer who’d arrested her and planted the drugs on her.
The wife of her next door neighbour, still carrying the gun which had been pointed at her head earlier that evening when her own husband had forced himself into her backside, except it was now tucked into the belt of her trousers.
A uniformed female police officer (with a sickening realisation she recognised her as Angie, the wife of the schoolteacher she’d had at the barbeque party), and her best friend, Julia.
Julia! My god what was she doing here?
Then the awful realisation dawned on her, that all her carefully spun webs of deceit had gone, her lies now as exposed as her own naked body. She knew then that her husband must’ve cracked the password to the personal diary she kept on her computer of her exploits. She struggled for air as she began to panic, her mouth bone-dry, the fear making a hard knot inside her stomach.
Her husband still stood behind her, and he pushed her forward, into the communal shower area. The others filed in behind them, and fanned out behind her husband, who shoved her from behind. She stumbled a few steps forward, unable to balance properly with her hands behind her back, and lightly bumped against the back wall of the shower area. Shaking with fear she turned around so that her shoulder blades were resting against the cold tiles at the back, and she stared, wide-eyed with terror at the group of people facing her.
Still no-one spoke, until the arresting officer passed something to her husband and said “There you go, Chief! I’ll go get the tap on.” With horror she realised it was the fire hose, which he must’ve unravelled from its coil out in the hallway. She watched, transfixed with fear, as the officer went back out into the corridor and then she saw the flat hosepipe suddenly jerk and widen, and first one squirt, then a steady stream of water shot forth from it. She cowered back against the wall, as her husband began to speak, raising his voice to be heard over the splashing of the water “Well, Rambo, looks like we gotta clean this one up, don’t forget to get her behind the ears!” she knew he was acting out a scene from that awful Stallone movie he liked to watch, and she knew what was coming next.
He turned the hose on her, the cold water shocking her body, and the force of the jet sharply reminding her of all the bumps and bruises she had from the various knocks and blows she’d already suffered tonight. She pushed herself back against the wall, and tried to move to one side to get away from the icy stream of water battering her. The force of the jet unbalanced her, and she lost her footing on the wet surface beneath her. Her feet scrambled momentarily, then she fell to the floor, the water still hammering across her body. She hit the floor hard, unable to put out her hands to save herself, and the wind was knocked out of her. She curled up into a ball against the wall, as her husband began to laugh loudly, still spraying the hose over her. The icy water boomed in her ears and she struggled to catch her breath until, eventually, she heard her husband shout “Ok, turn it off now!” and the water finally stopped. She slumped across the floor, lying on her side, looking up at the circle of people standing around her. She heard her husband’s voice again – “Ok then, she’s all yours.” With horror, she saw the three other women in the room step towards her.
“How could you?” Julia shouted at her, with tears in her eyes “And to keep a diary of it on your computer? You cow, you stupid cow!” Julia reached down and grabbed a handful of her wet hair, pulling it hard. The sudden pain made her squeal, and she felt her head lash from side to side as Julia shook her by the hair. She let out a cry of pain as a handful of hair came away in Julia’s hand, then she felt her legs being pulled apart. Through the tears that now streamed from her eyes, she looked down and saw the Other Woman, her neighbour, kneeling between her thighs. Fearful of what was about to happen, she squirmed and tried to kick the woman away.
The female police officer grabbed one of her legs, and then Julia grabbed the other, pulling them wide apart. The Other Woman knelt between her thighs again, and grabbed her pussy lips roughly with both hands, pulled them apart, then released her grip, and spoke to the others ”Help me with this, will you?” Julia tucked one arm around her thigh, keeping it pulled to one side, and pulled harshly at one side of her pussy.
She was helpless, unable to move as the female officer did the same thing on the other side of her. The Other Woman roughly pushed a finger sharply into her vagina, withdrew it then shoved four fingers into her. “You deserve this, you bitch!” she hissed as she pulled the hand back and wrapped her fingers into a fist.
She looked down at the ghastly sight of the woman place a hand flat on her stomach, and moving her other hand, fist clenched, towards the exposed opening. As the fist entered her she let out a scream at the top of her voice, the unbearable pain was greater than anything she’d ever experienced. Her eyes bulged in shock as she saw the Woman’s hand disappear up past the wrist. All the horrors of what had already happened that terrible night were eclipsed by the dreadful violation of her most intimate place that was now occurring.
She screamed again, her voice wailing loudly as her head thrashed from side to side. Her husband crouched behind her and gripped the sides of her head, holding her steady. “Scream all you like, bitch!” he said “These are two foot thick stone walls and the nearest other building is fifty yards away – In here, no-one can hear you scream.” She looked down and then shut her eyes tightly as the Other Woman twisted and turned her fist inside her. She could feel the knuckles as the fist banged around inside her, and then she felt the hand begin to flex, fingers out, then she wailed louder still as she felt the fingernails scratching her insides.
She screamed and screamed and pleaded for her to stop, but the Other Woman simply grinned as she continued the torment.
Not to be outdone, the female officer leant forward and, taking one breast in her mouth, began to bite down hard on the nipple. She screamed even louder now, one long continuous wail. The cold, hard, wet floor beneath her brought a sharp focus to the terrible events unfolding. There could be no self-detachment from these horrors; the dreadful fact of it all was all too real. Eventually, she felt the fist withdraw from her, and her legs were released. She slumped on the floor, rolled to one side, pulled her knees tightly up under her chest and wept. Droplets of water on her body chilled her, but she shook from more than the cold – the harrowing experience was causing her to lose control of her body, she shuddered as if having a fit, unable to stop the juddering, unable to even speak.
The respite didn’t last long.
She heard voices, followed by laughter, then felt hands grasping her again, pawing her and pulling her legs apart once more. She opened her eyes to see the three uniformed policemen crouching around her, and she knew what was about to occur. She let her body hang limp, too weak now to fight back, too broken mentally and physically to resist.
The three men each had her, the Sergeant was first, and he pushed his cock into her pussy, roughly.
The penis entered her, and tears once again flowed from her eyes as her sore insides responded to this latest invasion by sending blind agony through her brain. She laid there like a rag doll as the Sergeant rode her for a while, her body limp, her head banging from side to side loosely on the hard floor. He pulled out of her, and masturbated briefly, just a few strokes, then his load spurt out over her, splattering on her belly.
The second officer saw her tears and, laughing, said mockingly “Awww, poor thing – don’t you think her pussy’s suffered enough?” and he rolled her over onto her front, pulled her up onto her knees then grasped her hip with one hand, and guided himself into her backside with the other. Her anus was still sore from the sodomy she’d endured earlier from her husband, and she groaned, a long low moan, as she felt the man penetrate her. The officer who’d arrested her knelt in front of her then and lifted her head by the hair. She found herself staring down the barrel of a gun again, this time it was pointed directly between her eyes. As her body jerked rhythmically with the motions of the man fucking her ass, she heard the words “If you bite me, I’ll blow your fucking head off, ok?” then felt a cock force it’s way into her mouth. She grew even more scared now, the sight of the gun made her wonder if they intended to kill her here in the shower and hide her body.
Fearing for her life once more, she began to suck, to try to appease the armed man in front of her. As her body rocked to the rhythm of the man behind her, she slid her mouth up and down over the stiff member that was in it. She felt the grip on her hips tighten, and the man behind her thrust even harder into her, as he let out a loud moan, then she felt his warm cum inside her body. Without warning the man in her mouth suddenly ejaculated too, shooting his cum into the roof of her mouth, and filling her mouth with it. Desperate to please, she slurped loudly and swallowed as much of it as she could – a few drops dribbled from her lips, but she sucked most of it down and forced herself to swallow it.
She lay there for a while as, one by one, all the people who had done these terrible things to her filed out of the room. Eventually only she and her husband remained. He helped her to her feet, and guided her back towards the cell where she had been held.
As they passed the cell where the other person had been incarcerated earlier, she heard a man’s voice coming from it, desperately pleading. “Hey, please! Please! Gimme some help in here, huh? At least some clean clothes or something. Please?” the man was almost bleating as he shouted through the spy-hole in the door.
With sudden alarm, she realised it was the voice of her next-door neighbour, her hot-tub lover! Her husband shouted back at the door “Shut up in there, shitpants! We’ll bring you a clean diaper soon enough” then she was pushed back into the cell, still naked, still handcuffed and still dripping wet.
Her husband locked her in, but returned shortly after, holding a small carrier bag and a towel. He placed both on the small bed, then released her cuffs, sat himself at the end of the bed and watched her wordlessly.
She dried herself, and looked into the bag. She saw her make-up bag, her hair-brush and a few of her clothes in there. The sight of the make-up bag, something so familiar, so normal and everyday was hugely comforting amongst this horrifyingly bizarre sequence of events that were taking place. She looked questioningly at her husband, who simply nodded towards the bag, and said “Go ahead.” She flipped open her compact and was horrified to see her eyes were beginning to go black, the bruising from the blows to her nose and cheeks earlier were all too visible.
She applied eye-shadow heavily, but her hands were trembling too much to attempt mascara. She used some concealer to try to hide the bruises, and dotted a little Touche D’Eclat around in an attempt to hide the worst of the scratches and abrasions on her face. She added some lipstick, but gave up on the idea of using her lip gloss or the pencil for the same reason as the mascara.
She was glad to be able to brush her hair, although she winced as she dragged the tangles out, and wondered what her husband was thinking, and what his plans were for her. The female police officer entered through the still-open cell door carrying a glass of water, and two paracetemol for her, which she gratefully accepted and thanked her for. The officer merely scowled at her, turned and walked out. Then she looked back into the bag, and took out the clothes. Her heart jumped into her mouth as she saw her tiniest black mini-skirt, and a little white vest.
She knew this was one of her husband’s favourite outfits on her; it was dressed like this that he found her sexiest of all.
Perhaps he still wanted her, she thought to herself.
Perhaps the cruel punishment meted out to her had satisfied his hurt and jealousy. Maybe he wanted to take her home now, and have her seduce him as she’d done so many times before, sometimes wearing those very same clothes? Whenever she’d upset him, or whenever he’d had suspicions in the past, she’d always dressed up like that, and had always got around him. Her hopes climbed, maybe all wasn’t lost, and maybe this night would have a happy ending after all.
She looked, and saw with some inner satisfaction that there was no underwear – just the way he liked her- but a pair of black hold-up stockings and her best high-heeled shoes. Surely this meant that he wanted her, that her looks and charm were too much for him to resist?
She saw him watching her intently as she dressed, despite the pain from the various parts of her body she tried to hold herself as sexily as she could, posing slightly for him as she sat on the bed, crossing her legs as she pulled the stockings on, pouting just a little, standing and giving a little wiggle as she pulled the skirt up over her hips, pulling it right up, so she knew the tops of her stockings would be clearly visible under the hem.
With her back to him she bent down to do up the straps on her shoes, keeping her legs together and as straight as she could so that her skirt would ride up, giving him a full view of her pussy and ass as she did so. Her battered anus and vagina hurt like hell as she bent forward, but she was determined that she was going to give her man the time of his life when they got home.
She picked up her make-up bag, and turned to face him, a hopeful smile forced onto her face, and she batted her eyelashes at him, suddenly wishing she’d added the mascara after all.
Without a word, her husband took her gently but firmly by the arm, and walked her through the doorway, along the corridor and out into the reception area. The Desk Sergeant leered at her, licking his lips as she walked past, her heels clicking on the hard floor.
She ignored his stares and allowed her husband to walk her out through the front doors towards the car park. She felt elated, he was taking her home! Her joy was short lived though, as he steered her towards Julia’s car, which she noticed was parked in the car park out at the front of the Station. He opened the passenger door for her and motioned for her to get in. Julia was already sitting in the driver’s seat, and her husband jumped into the back, and sat in the middle. “What’s going on?” she asked nervously.
“Shut up.” Her husband said to her, harshly. He then spoke more softly to Julia “Ok, drive down to the town centre, and find a place to pull in anywhere near the cinema.”
The drive only took a few minutes, and she grew nervous as to what was planned for her. Julia found a spot, and pulled in. The cinema was on the main street between the bars and clubs clustered around one end, and the restaurants and late-night takeaways at the other. The last of the bar drunks were staggering around the street now, and their numbers would soon be swelled when the clubs closed, their patrons spilling out into the night.
Although the heater was on in Julia’s car, she was shivering as she saw a scantily-clad young woman walk up to a car that had pulled in a few spaces in front of them. She watched, spellbound, as the woman held a brief conversation with the driver of the car, then got in, and they drove off. The realisation that she was dressed almost the same way as the young woman she had just seen hit her, and she wondered fearfully why they were here.
Finally her husband spoke. “Julia, you drive me around to your place, and go in. Tell Jimmy you can smell burning in the car and he has to go out and have a look right away. I’ll bust him there and then, so there’ll be no noise and Jamie won’t know what’s happened. I’ll call the guys at the station and have them send a car over to your house to pick him up, and we’ll lock him up for the night to teach the bastard a lesson. Angie’s husband should be in the cells by the time we get there too. They may all get one of those little showers!” he laughed grimly. “And as for you….” he turned to her, his voice once again becoming harsh “You can get out here.”
“B-but…b-but” she stammered, wondering what was happening.
“Just get out!” her husband said to her “You’re not qualified to actually do a job, you haven’t worked for the last seven years, but you’re gonna have to do something to earn yourself some money, aren’t you?” he smiled but there was no humour in his voice as he spoke. “It seems there’s only one thing you’re actually experienced enough to do, so you’re gonna have to do it for money from now on…” he continued “I reckon you’ll be able to turn two or three tricks tonight, and earn enough to be able to afford a ticket on the first train out of here in the morning, and believe me you’d better be on it. If you’re still in this town by nightfall tomorrow, then you’re gonna be back in the cells, and those drug charges will see you put away for quite a while. Now get out of the car you bitch, out of my life and out of my town.”
He climbed out and opened the passenger door for her from outside, then motioned for her to step out of the car. She got out, and turned to try to plead one last time, to appeal to him to spare her this, but he simply jumped into the passenger seat and slammed the door.
Julia started the engine up and the car sped off, down the street.
She stood for a moment, clutching her make-up bag to her chest, too shocked and stunned to move or speak, lost in a world of her own.
She snapped out of it when she heard a whistle and realised that two young men were shouting at her as they approached. As they neared they leered at her, their eyes running up and down her legs and lingering on her erect nipples, the cold making them stick through the thin vest that she wore. They were both obviously drunk, and were munching greedily on takeaway food, spitting pieces of it as they made lewd comments about her, as though she was just a cheap piece of meat.
She felt ashamed of herself, debased and degraded. She shuddered as she walked away from them, heels clacking as she hurried back along the street. As she walked, their shouts and jeers ringing in her ears, she noticed a car rolling slowly down the street towards her, and saw the window wind down as it pulled into the kerb a few yards in front of her.
She reached the bottom of the well of despair. Her humiliation was complete. She knew she was out on the street, cold, hungry, penniless and with nowhere to go, no friends to turn to and no hope of salvation or comfort.
She walked over to the now stationary car, leaned on the roof, and began to talk to the driver through the open window…..
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