A Night of Endless Passion Part 2
Continued from Part 1
Continued from Part 1
Author’s NotesScene two is slightly violent / degrading.
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CHAPTER THREE:
Scene 01: Lykos – Sex? Yes.
Scene 02: Atticus – Sex? Yes.
Scene 03: Cassius – Sex? No.
_____________________________LYKOS
Lykos opened his eyes and glanced over at his son.
“What was I saying?” He fisted his hand in Callia’s hair as she stroked his cock. It was soaking wet from her mouth, but she’d taken a detour. He heard her hungry moans as she sucked on his balls, pulling them into her mouth. He watched her little hips rock for a moment, fucking the air as she slapped his cock against her own lips.
Cassius sat across from him, his head tilted as he stared at his sister’s cunt.
“What?” Cassius glanced up at him. “Oh, something about thirty new whores showing up on your doorstep.”Right. Lykos groaned as he felt Callia begin to guide him down her throat. He patted her head. She’d been such a good whore today. The emperor had been extremely pleased with the show she put on. He’d always been pleased with her. Callia had fucked six of his guards in front of him. Then bathed, and served the emperor for hours.
And here the little whore was, on her eighth cock of the day. Her own father’s. And she was hadn’t slowed a bit. She was sucking him greedily, lust filled little moans as she placed sloppy little kisses on his shaft.
“Right. This whore situation is a problem,” he informed his son.
Cassius’s eyes never left Callia. Lykos didn’t blame him. Callia in action was a sight worth seeing. Gods, she had worked those fucking cocks today. He was almost proud of her.
“Failing to see how more whores is a problem, Father.”
Lykos pushed his daughters head down on his cock, filling his throat until her mouth was nestled snuggly at the base of his cock, and then he fucked it. Short little strokes deeper into her mouth until he knew she needed to breath. She pulled back choking, but her mouth was back on his cock in an instant.
“The whores aren’t here just for work. They want to work here for sanctuary. Another half dozen whores, and two noble girls have been found dead. That the whores are showing up here makes it look like we had something to do with it, like we’re behind the killings because we have something to gain by it.”
Cassius rubbed at the dark circles under his eyes.
“I need you to find this killer, my son. I need him broken and confessing. And then I need him killed. Publicly. Violently.”
His son’s eyes narrowed. “I prefer killing in the dark.”
He felt his daughter’s mouth tense around his cock.
“Don’t frighten Callia while she’s got a cock in her mouth,” he chided. “I’d hate to have to whip her for using teeth. She was such a good girl today.”
Cassius stilled, and then he stood up abruptly. “I’ll leave immediately. I may not be back until Sun’s Day. The whore is mine when I return.”
He leaned forward and slapped his little girl’s ass, spread her cheeks wide open to trail a finger up her soaking wet slit.
“I’m sure I’ll be done with her by then.”
Cassius left, the door slamming behind him. He gently pushed Callia’s head off his cock. “Lean back, show Daddy what they did to your pussy, Baby.”
His little girl grinned up at him, and leaned back against the floor. She spread her legs wide open for him, tilting her pelvis up to give him a good view. She spread her cunt wide open, her fingers pulling apart her tiny, pink inner lips.
“Touch it, baby. Show Daddy how you play with it.”
She moaned and leaned her head back against the ground as her fingers trailed up her wet little slit. She slapped at her clit and then worked slow circles around it. He slid down onto the floor next to her, and squeezed one of her little tits in his hand as his little girl rubbed her own pussy.
Her hips rocked off the ground as she fingered her clit, and her eyes met his. She stared into his eyes, her tongue sliding over her bottom lip.
He kissed her forehead. “You like when Daddy watches you touch it?”
She giggled and moaned up at him. “I like it better when Daddy fucks it.”
He laughed, stroking one of her nipples between his fingers.
“Do you want daddy to fuck your little cunt, Callia?”
Her hips rocked off the floor to meet the finger she’d just slid into her wet little cunt. “I always want my daddy to fuck my wet little cunt.”
Who was he to say no? After all, that little cunt – and her mouth, and her ass – had earned him an obscene amount of coin today.
He climbed between her legs and she spread them even wider. He pushed his cock against her entrance, and grabbed her hips. When he slid inside her, it was hard enough that her little tits bounced with the force of his stroke. He dug his fingers into her hips, stroking slowly now, pushing himself so deep inside his little girl’s willing, soaking body. She threw her head back, and pushed her hips against his. Her strokes were lazy, but her little hole was so wet, so fucking hot around his cock.
She bit her lip, smiled up at him. Gods, when she made that face, she looked just like her mother. He’d fucked Breena just like this, so many times. Her naked and wet, legs spread as she begged for his cock.
He leaned over Callia and kissed her mouth, tentatively, the way he’d kissed her mother. He’d never kissed their child before.. The thought had never crossed his mind. Callia froze at first, and then she pushed her mouth against his as his cock drove in and out of her cunt. He pounded her after that, fucking her rougher than he ever had before. His cock filled his child, the little girl that the only woman he’d ever loved had carried in her belly. He covered her mouth, squeezed her tits, fucked her until her cries consumed him. And then he fucked her harder. He felt his daughter’s cunt spasm around him. She was going to cum with his cock inside her.
He didn’t last long after that. She’d taken so many cocks, and he’d loved watching it. Every minute of his little whore preforming and he stared at her sweet little face as his balls emptied deep inside her cunt.
She laid on the ground, torn, spent unable to move, and he spread her legs wider to see the thick white cum inside her cunt. The same cum that that he’d pumped into her mother so many years ago.
She smiled up at him. “Thank you, Daddy.”
He kissed her head. “Go to bed, child.”
*ATTICUS
He’d managed to find the little whore before she’d been given breakfast.
He sat back on the edge of his bed, naked. Cock throbbing.
He’d made her sit and watch as he ate his own meal. He’d savored every bite, chewed slowly. Ensured that he fully described how delicious it was.
Callia had sat naked at his feet, hands bound behind her back. She tried so hard to look patient, but he could hear her stomach growling beneath him. When he finished, he didn’t move immediately. He just sat back, arms crossed over his chest. Atticus fucking hated his father’s bastard daughter; the whore he’d whelped on some Celtic slave. His brothers couldn’t see past their own cocks. They saw her as a pretty whore, a willing mouth, a wet cunt. He saw her as something disgusting. A piece of filth that didn’t deserve the air she was allowed to breathe.
He dumped what was left on his plate in a little bowl and sat it in front of her. He poured the smallest bit of water in a matching bowl and placed it beside the first. He checked the rope he’d tied around her hands. It was secure.
“Eat.”
She bit her lip as she looked down at the dishes he’d given her, and she looked back up at him.
“I.. I c-can’t. Now with my hands tied, Atticus.” She kept her eyes on the floor, as if that would somehow make up for her disobedience.
He slapped her, back handed her, with all of the force he could put behind it. He felt his knuckles against her mouth, and when he looked down at her he smiled as the small trickle of blood on her bottom lip.
He took her jaw in his fingers, digging hard into the skin and bone.
“You want to fuck like a dog, little sister? Stick your ass up in the air for every cock that passes by you?” He guided her face down to the bowls. “Then eat like a dog, Bitch.”
He could see her jaw tightening, the slow blush of red in her cheeks. Her eyes were shiny, bright with tears. His cock tensed. That’s it, cry for me, you little whore.
He stroked his cock slowly as he watched her bend forward to eat the scraps off his plate. At first she sniffled and whimpered, but then some fucking kind of resolve, some determination, crossed her eyes as she finished. She stuck her ass up in the air as she stuck her face in the bowl, and when she finished, she looked up at him. She looked pleased with herself. Defiant.
He slapped her again, this time with enough force to knock her off her knees and to the floor. She curled in on herself, the trickle on her lip bigger. More red. Her arms were tied behind her back, and she struggled to get up off the floor.
He grabbed her by the back of the neck, his other hand fisted in her hair, and guided her face to her water bowl. “Drink it, bitch.”
It was a struggle, but the little cunt obeyed. She tried her hardest to lap up water with her tongue, but it was difficult. Such is the problem with bitches in little girl bodies. His cock was hanging heavy between his legs, and he was growing impatient.
He pulled her back up on her knees. “Time for tea, little sister. Can’t have a whore like you breeding, now can we?”
He grabbed one of the two cups of whores-tea he’d grabbed from the kitchens and held her by the throat with the other hand.
“Face up to the sky. Open your mouth.”
Her body shook, but she obeyed.
He poured the tea sloppily into her open mouth. It ran down the sides of her cheeks as she choked on it. This was why he’d brought two cups. He knew the little cunt would spill. He didn’t expect his hound to have table manners, why would the little whore be any better?
He filled her mouth with the rest of the cup, and she managed to choke a little less this time. The tea still dripped down her cheeks, and her eyes watered with hot tears that he hoped were painful. He rubbed her jaw with his thumb.
“Looks like you need a bit more. Do try not to spill so much this time.”
He emptied half of the second cup into her open mouth, and she choked. Coughing, gasping for air, spat the foul tea all over his floor.
He backhanded her.
When she looked up at him, her eyes were bleak and tears were pouring down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Atticus.”
He laughed. “Not yet, you aren’t. But you will be.”
He shoved her forward, hand on the back of her neck. He pushed her face to the ground. She was on her knees, hands behind her back, dirty face on the ground, looking at him. She trembled, whimpered, but she kept her ass high up in the air, her legs spread wide for her own fucking brother. She was disgusting.
When he slid his hand between her legs, her cunt was wet.
“Tell me, bitch. Which of your brother’s cocks do you enjoy most?”
She looked back at him, her eyes wide. He could see her mind spinning.. In fear. That puzzled him. That question should have shamed her, not made her afraid.
He frowned. Titled his head. “It’s a simple question, Bitch. You spread your legs for every man in your family. Whose cock do you like best?”
“Father’s,” she finally admitted. But..
“You’re lying.” He grabbed her chin and twisted it up to meet his face and she cried out in pain. “Why are you lying to me? It’s a simple question. Hector’s? Gaius’s? Surely not Marcus’s.”
“I’m not lying.” Her voice shook. “I j-just.. I’m a whore, Atticus. And I like it best when Daddy fucks me. I like it best when my own father cums inside my cunt.”
He flipped her over on her back. She was still lying, but hearing the little bitch talk about how much she loved her father’s cock.. She made him sick.
He forced her legs open. She was so tiny. Such a filthy cunt to be so little. He laid his cock between her legs, on her stomach. He slapped it against her, his balls heavy as he measured it against her. If he just let his balls lay against her cunt, the tip of his cock was higher than her naval. He did like that. Having such a tiny little whore at his mercy. He slapped one of her little tits, and she cried out.
Her nipples were so hard, and no matter what he did to her her cunt would be wet and slick. For her brother, no less. She would enjoy his cock, probably cum around it.
He slapped her face again. Harder, ripping open the little barely-healed cut on her lip. And then he slapped her again. He hated that she made his cock so fucking hard, made it throb and ache to be inside her. She was worthless. She was disgusting, and yet he couldn’t seem to stop himself from using her. It was her fault. Not his.
He rolled her over, gripped her legs, forced her on her knees and her head back to the ground. “That’s it, ass up in the air like a bitch in heat. You want this cock, don’t you? Want to be fucked?”
She whimpered.
“Yes,” she whispered softly, her voice full of tears.
He would not fuck her cunt. That’s what she wanted, wanted his cock to slam inside her wet little hole.
He didn’t bother himself with getting her asshole wet. He wiped the tiny bit of her wetness that was on the tip of his cock on her leg and positioned himself right at the entrance to her ass.
He didn’t work it in. Didn’t try to make it easy on her.
He positioned the head of his cock, raised on his knees, and wrapped on arm around her waist while he forced his cock deep in her ass. Her body tightened, and he could feel the muscles clench as her scream echoed in his room.
Her body, subconsciously, tried to deny him entrance. She fought against him, but she’d taken too many cocks in her ass the day before. It was still tight. Still deliciously dry. But just loosened enough that she could do nothing to stop him. On his second attempt, he was inside her. His balls rested against her wet cunt and he felt her ass so fucking tight around him. She was screaming, but not in pleasure. Begging, but not for him to fuck her.
He pulled out, and forced himself back in. Again. Two hard thrusts as he took her hair in his hands and pulled her face around so he could see the hot tears on her cheeks.
“Why pretend like you don’t like it? I heard how many cocks you took in this little ass.” He pounded her, his words punctuated by heavy thrusts. “I heard about how many times you came with strange men’s cocks inside you, you worthless little cunt. Don’t pretend.”
He forced her knees closer together, making her even tighter around him. He wanted to fucking destroy her. When he pulled her face back to him by the hair. “Did you beg for their cum while our father watched?”
She didn’t meet his eyes, but she nodded. And when he felt her ass starting to move back against him, he hit her in the side of her head with his fist. Then he let go of her hair.
Her face slammed into the stone floor, and she writhed, trying to push the hurt side of her face into her shoulder. She was really crying now, and his cock pounded inside her, jerking, making his stomach tighten as he heard her weeping quietly.
“You think you’re special, don’t you Bitch? Because men can’t keep their hands off you.” He hissed. “I know Callia. You think you’re something because the fucking Emperor used to pump that sweet, tiny little cunt full of royal cum. He couldn’t keep his hands off you when you were a girl, and you think that makes you better than me. But that was a very long time ago, Bitch. You’re nothing. Nothing.”
He stroked her back. With his fingernails. Dug them into her flesh, watching red tracks spread behind where he touched. “What’s wrong, darling sister?”
She tried to arch away from him.
“You’re h-hurting me.” She whimpered, and it undid him. He pounded her, harder, faster, trying to fuck through her. He heard her crying beneath him, and he felt powerful. Alive. Strong. He pulled out. He gripped her ass in his hands, pulling it wide open to see the red, fucked raw little hole. The hole his cock had violated, stretched wide.
And then he stood up and kicked her. Used hit foot to roll her over onto her back.
“What’s wrong, Baby Sister? Didn’t get to cum?” He bent over and spat in her face. “Good.”
He gripped his cock, slapped it hard against her cheek. Then he stroked it, his eyes focused on the blood on her lip, the tears in her eyes, and his spit pooled just to the left of her nose.
Three strokes. That was all it took, and he shot his cum right onto her disgusting little face.
He sat down next to her, watching her sniffle and try to pull herself together.
He smiled to himself, a cruel, triumphant grin as he leaned down and whispered in her ear. “By the way, father’s waiting for you. And he’s so very, very angry with you Callia. And if I were a betting man, I’d bet I might not have to see that filthy little face around here for much longer. Today may very well be the day. What have you done this time?”
*CASSIUS
Cassius arrived home early, covered in blood. His sword needed cleaned. Desperately. His knuckles were busted open, swollen and inflamed. Every muscle in his body ached. Gods, was twenty-eight really that old?
He wanted Callia. Now, underneath him, wrapped around him. He was too tired to beat her. But he hadn’t been able to sleep the night before replaying her over and over in his mind, taking those cocks like a little champion.
Someday, she would be his, and he would be the one arranging for her to be fucked. And then he’d beat her, while she was still covered cum and fuck her senseless. Show her how it was really done.
He stripped off his blood-stained clothing as he turned down the hall that led to the underground slave pens and frowned.
The door to the Hole was open. He hadn’t seen it open in years. Two slaves were inside, mopping the floor under the flogging rack. Both were sobbing quietly as they cleaned, and when he entered, both jumped.
He gestured around. “Who was punished in here?”
Neither answered him, their sobs had become louder as they both backed away from him, away from the instruments of pain his father kept in that room. Lykos didn’t enjoy pain as a part of sex. But he was skilled in the art of punishment. His father took pride in that.
“Who was punished? I order you to fucking tell me.”
A slave whose name he didn’t know stared at the ground.
“C-Callia, Dominus. Your sister.”
He didn’t remember grabbing the girl. The next thing he knew, his fingers were digging into her arms and she was screaming in pain. Begging. He shook her, hard. The small bowl of water she was holding clattered to his feet.
“What did they do to her?”
Tears were pouring down the terrified slave’s face. He could see red spatter on the floor. The other girl had been cleaning a.. He shook the girl harder. His voice thundered.
“F-flogged. Dominus. About an hour past.”
A theives’ punishment. He felt every muscle in his body tense. He could barely see the girl he has holding through the sheet of red in front of his eyes. His heart, raging beats pounded in his ears.
“Why?” His voice was flat. Eerily calm, even to him.
“One of her men. A regular. He left and realized he was missing a r-ring. He said she must have taken it.”
He tried to breathe. To ease up on the girl’s arms.
“How many times?”
“Twenty-seven. O-one for every d-denarii he said the ring was worth.”
He let go of her arms. “Do you know where she is?”
“G-Galla took her to clean her wounds. The slaves’ baths, I t-think, Dominus.”
He was out the door before he realized he’d moved, heavy, running footfalls as he took the stairs down to the slave pens. The door to the baths was locked and he kicked it open, a satisfied smile as the lock splintered through the wood.
Galla rushed at him. The weathered old woman in charge of cleaning and feeding the whores had terror in her eyes but she lunged at him any way.
“You get out of here, Cassius.” The old woman seethed as she tried to march him to the door. She barely came up to his chest. “She’s hurt. You’ll just have to wait. I’m not letting her leave this room.”
He couldn’t respond to her. Couldn’t look at her. He barely noticed her as he stared at Callia’s poor, little bloodied back. She was passed out, sleeping or unconscious on the island of the bathtub. He staggered, and Galla slapped at his chest.
“For the love of Jupiter, she can’t take another beating.”
His little sister stirred, and her eyes opened wide with fear. And then she saw him. And the relief in her eyes hurt him somewhere deep in his chest.
She was on her feet in a second, staggering over to him. She shoved past Galla and then her arms were around his neck. He melted. He struggled to find a way to embrace her without touching her back, and settled for one hand on the back of her head, and another on the curve of her arm. He gripped her to him, and didn’t let go even when he head Galla’s surprised gasp.
Callia was crying into his chest, and Galla was staring at them, not bothering to hide her shock. Fuck. That was not good.
She pushed Callia away from him gently, but what he did next was nowhere near gentle.
He was holding the old woman against the wall, his sword to her throat.
“I don’t know what you think you just saw, old-”
“Cass.” Callia was pulling at his arm, her eyes wide as she stared up at him. “Don’t.”
She looked afraid.
The old woman, however, did not. She just stood very still, and met his eyes. She gave him as much of a nod as she could with his sword against her throat.
“They could kill me. I won’t say a word. I raised that girl, Cassius. My own daughter nursed her after her mother died. I love her, too.”
Too. Fuck. She knew. The cunning old woman had seen it. He knew he’d probably live to regret it, but he released her. He helped Callia back to the edge of the tub.
“I need someone to go to the market. How’s your memory, old woman?”
“Sharper than yours.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to remember what went in the salve he needed to make.
He was a killer, not a healer. He listed off the few ingredients he remembered, and Galla stopped him.
“You want to make the salve her mother used to put on your back.”
He frowned. “How do you know of this?”
She smiled, her eyes sad. “Breena was my friend, child. And you were always her favorite. She loved you. She didn’t hate your mother because she wanted her husband. She hated how Lyssandra treated you. She’d have killed her for it, given half the chance.”
Instead, Lyssandra had killed her.
Galla patted his arm, a gentle gesture he wasn’t used to from anyone but Callie.
“I’ll go get what you need. Take care of her until I return.”
He was left alone with his little sister, and he watched her whimper as she slept. She burned with fever and he burned with rage. He was going to kill them all. Dance in their blood. Give their heads to Callie as a sign of his love.
He wondered if she’d like that.
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Her father would give anything to ensure he got the promotion.
In chapter 1 I got a babysitting job and the opportunity to do some things I’d always fantasized about. Now it looks like my adventures will continue!
i took my neice to her party & more
I’m excited about my trip I really need a break and a new wardrobe for the summer. After my massage I will have the boutique send up a dress for the evening. I’ll catch an early show and dinner then head out for a little fun. I hope I run into Jamal again at the club tonight he is amazing in bed, and the pain is intense. I can still feel him in my stretch out well abused pussy several days after he has fuck me. His gigantic 10 inch cock has made me run to the headboard for an escape on several occasions. I know he enjoys making me run from the power drive that he is giving me, I can see it in his eyes when he sees that pain in my face. The pain is so intense that I feel like I’m going to black out and I beg him to please stop, I can’t take it! He pulls my legs closer to his body so I can’t move, I scream out in pain and he slaps me and tells me you know you like it so take it you fucking whore! He rams me harder and harder and I feel that sensation in my pussy and I know that I will come in a matter of seconds. He states before he leaves the next time I see you I’m going to take that tight little ass. I was afraid and excited at the same time but the thought of him ripping pass my tight spinster has me deathly afraid because I know I won’t be able to handle it.
As I walk into the club the music is blaring and the lights make me dizzy. My eyes adjust to the light and I look around to see if there are any familiar faces. I see Scott at the bar with a very sexy thin blonde hanging on his arm. I walk up and say hey stranger, he turns and smiles and says hey beautiful, how long are you going to be in town? The blonde looks at me and smiles with this curious look on her face wondering who I am but afraid to make a sound. Scott, ask me what can I get for you this evening to make your stay more inviting? You know what I like and make sure you give me enough for the weekend I plan on making it an adventurous one. No, problem beautiful you know I will do anything for you, have a great time on the ride sexy. Scott passes me a metallic container filled with X and poppers I smile at him and kiss him on the cheeks and say I’m sure I’m going to have a blast! The blonde looks at me and leans in and kisses me on the lips and slides her tongue in my mouth. I open up and let her tongue search my mouth and I move closer and grind on her leg. I pull back after a few minutes and say thanks and walk away.
As I enjoy the buzz I wish that I could run into Jamal but no luck. Then I notice this guy with long thick dreads flowing down his back. He was dancing with a female on the floor and it looks like he is going to fuck her right there so I walk over and watch. I can’t believe how sexy he is, then I think that he looks like one of the guys on my husband video. Damn, I wish could see him naked then I would be sure. The X is really working on me and my pussy is scorching hot and I need to be touched. I walk up behind him and start dancing or should I say grind on him. He turns around smiles then reaches out and grabs me by the hair pulling me into him for a rough kiss. My lips are burning and I am now sloppy wet, I want him to fuck me right there on the dance floor.
He grabs my hand and we head out of the club I tell him my limo is in the back. He doesn’t seem to hear me and drags me to the side of the building. He forces me down on my knees I hit the pavement hard my knees are searing from the pain. I don’t have the option to look at them before grabs my hair and pulls my head back and yells suck my dick you greedy white slut. I don’t even blink and immediately go to work on his 3 ½ inch wide cock that I can barely fit in my mouth. I try to suck him off without scraping my teeth on his enormous cock. I feel like the sides of my mouth are tearing trying to take all of him in. Both of his hands are pushing the back of my head forcing all of his cock in my mouth. My exposed nipples are being suck on by the female that he was dancing with. I turn my body a little to give her full access to my breast and she instantly begins sucking extremely hard. The pain is exciting and causes me to suck harder and faster on this oversized cock. He is really excited now and pushes my head harder and I can hardly breathe. I try to pull away and he jams my head further onto his cock I am beginning to panic because I can’t breathe. Then I fill his cuck pulsating in my throat as his hot semen hits that back of my mouth. I gag and try to pull away so I can swallow he slaps me hard across the face, I stumble back I feel my nipple being ripped. I yell out in pain and he hits me hard in the head and says shut up bitch you know you like it. Get up the fuck up and call your limo its’ time to ride.
Hey driver lets head to the Bronx you know the spot. I smile and open a bottle of champagne and pop a few more X, before you know it I’m flying again need to be fucked. I look at the girl in the limo with us she looks very young barely 16 years old. She has a very sexy body and the most beautiful almond shape eyes that I have ever seen. I reach over and kiss her and caress her breast I feel her nipples get hard and come to attention. Her breast are small and are barely a mouth full, but her nipples are the longest I have ever seen. I begin sucking on her nipples when I feel this hand on my ass and look back, he smiles and says you are a real freak we are going to have a blast fucking the shit out of you. He takes his hand and shoves it in my pussy, his fingers are as wide as his cock it only takes a matter of seconds and I am sent over the edge with a trembling orgasm.
We pull up at this run down warehouse and I am completely gone and all I want to do is fuck. My head is really spinning as we walk-in and I see several enormous men staring at me. I’m a little afraid and turn to walk out when I am slapped to the ground. I feel a trickle of blood on my lip, I try to get up to get out of there but my head is spinning from the slap and the drugs. The girl says just go with it baby you’ll have a great time your husband paid us well. I looked with a stunned look on my face, when someone grabs my legs and I fall back and hit my head hard on the concrete. My head is ringing out of control and my legs are being forced open. I see Jamal and panic I know that he is going to rip me apart. My head is pounding and I feel every beat in my aching head. I try to squirm away when my mouth is forced open and a cock is stuffed in. Jamal rips right into me and I try to yell out but my screams are muffled. I see two other guys come over and start to suck on my nipples with their cocks hanging out. Jamal say this bitch is enjoying it she is sloppy wet, and about to cum. He pulls out and prevents me from the pleasure that I desperately need. The guy in my mouth is pumping my face faster and faster and I can tell that he is about to cum when I feel this unbelievable pain stabbing me in my ass, the guy pulls out of my mouth and shoots all over my face as I yell out in agonizing pain. Jamal, is laughing saying take that shit bitch, I’m yelling please stop your ripping me open. He is pounding me harder and harder when I see blackness as I begin to pass out. The crowd is cheering when I come to and I realize that I am tied up on all fours in some type of harness. I feel a cock being forced into my ass and someone else with a rough hand is opening my swollen clit.
I have cocks in my ass, pussy, and mouth ramming me so hard that I know I will pass out again soon if I don’t get a break. My nipples are completely engorged and whoever is sucking on them continue to torture me causing even more pain to race through my body. I’m crying and moaning which seems to excite the group abusing me and feel them push penetrate me further. The cock in my mouth was about shot another load down my throat when I hear him yell bitch don’t you let one drop fall. I swallowed as hard as I could and tried to gobble it all down when some slipped out and then slap. I told you not to let any drip out you whore. I heard someone say put two cocks in her ass and rip it open. I tensed up and beg them please don’t hurt me anymore. The guy in my ass started to ram me hard and fast and then shot his load causing a chain reaction for the guy in my pussy. Both of them Cumming at the same time was an amazing sensation and I began moaning and climaxed for the second time that evening.
Someone is gobbling up my juices and I’m moaning again and when a cock is stuck in my ass. With them eating my pussy and ramming my ass I begin pushing back to take in more. I can feel my juices flowing, when I feel a second cock try to push in next to the cock already in my ass. There is pain but it is a good pain. I’m moaning loudly and beg him to push it in all the way. I’m stretch to the hilt and can’t help but cum, I start squirting and can’t stop! When I come down I hear laughter and someone yell that bitch is a real slut, I’m sure her husband will love the video.
The video has arrived and I can’t wait to see what they have done to my wife. Maybe I should have gone to watch it in person. I’m happy that I decided to have the maid stay late. She is a young hot tight little Hispanic female that needs to be kept in her place.
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Dennis awoke to the rattling of his train compartment. They were currently riding over a rough section of railing which had disturbed his slumber enough to wake him. He reached into his coat pocket and removed his cell phone to check the time. He was careful to tilt the phone so that to prevent the illumination from disturbing his cabin mates. He estimated it was sometime early morning due to the palely lit sky. His presumption was confirmed when he scanned the clock on his phone and read 5:23 a.m. He placed his phone back into the pocket from which it came and rubbed his sleep deprived eyes. The uncomfortable conditions in which the train held made sleep nearly impossible. He sat up slightly, as if to surrender to the battle of sleep, and scanned over his companions in the train compartment.
It was a smaller compartment; it seated four comfortably during the daytime, but became an unbearable fit during sleeping hours. Dennis was fortunate though, as he was able to stretch his legs across the booth styled seat located on his side of the compartment. He figured he was given this privilege due to him being the youngest member of the group.
On the opposite side of Dennis sat two traveling partners that had been forced to share the booth styled seat. One was male and the other was a woman. The male was seated as if he was prepared to eat at the dinner table, but was leaning in a direction which left his right shoulder pressed firmly against the morning-cold train window. On his left side sat the woman, who was also leaning towards her right attempting to utilize the male’s body for comfort. Her left arm had instinctively draped itself around the man, as if she was giving him some sort of half-hearted hug. They both apparently had found comfort as they were fixed in a deep slumber, made obvious by their slow relaxed breaths.
Dennis next shifted his eyes down to the female that was stretched out on the floor of the compartment. She had a blanket on top of her, that had been progressively pushed down her body during her deep sleep, so that now it was only covering her from her feet to her abdomen area. She was lying on her back with her hands pleasantly placed atop one another amongst her stomach. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was held open creating a raspy noise each breath in and out she took.
But these three companions of Dennis were not strangers, at least not complete strangers. The male female combination sleeping opposite of him are his brother and sister. The pleasant woman bunking on the floor would be his dear mother. I say not complete strangers simply because they are related through blood and are aware of each other’s existence. But if you placed those facts aside, you would truly get four travelers that were strangers. The Clark family had grown apart over the past years so much that each member had become unfamiliar with one another. If not for an unfortunate event, they may never have come together again.
The reason that this distantly-grown family was now traveling among the same train compartment now was due to their recently deceased father, Allan Clark. Allan was a lifetime explorer in a ways. He always wanted to do new things and travel all across the world. Having children had slowed him down a bit, but he would even take young Dennis along with him on his adventurous journeys. Dennis was easily the closest to his father among his siblings, and possibly even his mother. He knew everything about his dad and thought of him as a best friend and a great role model in his life. His father’s favorite quote was “you only live once.” He would say this to Dennis whenever he had doubts about anything. But it seemed Allan’s adventurous spirit had finally caught up to him. He had fallen rock climbing in France without using any rope. If there was anything good to say, it was that Allan went out the way he wanted to which was living life to the fullest and being adventurous.
But Allan’s unfortunate demise was taking an emotional toll on the entire Clark family except for Dennis. It seemed that Dennis’s close relationship to his father allowed him to understand that his death should not lead to mourning, but rather a joyous celebration of his incredible life. It was partly this as well as Dennis’s strength, both physical and mental, that kept him from being emotional over his father’s death. Allan was the strongest person Dennis knew in his entire life, and learned his own strength from him.
The train began to slow and eventually came to a stop at the Napoli train station in France. This was Dennis’s father’s hometown and now was to be the location of his burial. Later that day was the funeral ceremony for Allan Clark. Profound words were delivered by various people that had significant connections with Dennis’s father. Dennis delivered the greatest speech of all, leaving the majority of the audience in tears at completion. He hadn’t written anything down or prepared a speech. He just went up and talked about how his dad was the greatest man he knew and would ever know. Dennis, of course did not shed one tear throughout the entire ceremony, but could not say the same about his other family members. His mother, obviously, was having a difficult time holding herself together emotionally. She was clearly distraught from the loss of her life companion. Overall it was a beautiful funeral that celebrated the amazing life of an amazing individual.
Once the funeral and burial ceremony were complete, the family headed back to their house in Napoli. Allan Clark was a not just an adventurous individual but also a wealthy one. He was the CEO for a high quality outdoor equipment company in Europe. He owned property all over Europe and one of them was located in his hometown of Napoli. It had been ages since the entire family had been in this house. They only stayed in it for family reunions in Napoli.
The family was very somber through the rest of the day. They mostly stayed in their separate rooms and cried over the loss of their father and husband. It was becoming late, and the entire family had washed up and went to bed except for Dennis. He decided to retire about an hour later as he was exhausted from the lack of sleep on the train. He entered one of the two bathrooms amongst the house. This was the shared one with his siblings as the other was located in his parents’ room. He stripped down, showered, and dried himself off.
As he completed drying off, he took a moment to analyze himself in the mirror. Dennis was roughly 6’3 and weighed a solid 205. His pecks and abs were very defined as well as his biceps as he began to flex. His chest was somewhat hairy, but not overgrown at all. He had a great golden brown color to his hair which he slicked back in a business style. Because that was what he was. He had taken over the equipment company that his dad had and was a well thought of business man for only being 24 years old. His beard was neatly trimmed and kept at a very reasonable thickness. He turned around to check his ass as he always did. He loved to squat and knew it made his ass look irresistible to women. But most of all he focused on the area his father gave him. He played around with his cock and balls as he watched them in the mirror. He was blessed to have such a nice and large cock. He knew it was from his father as he had seen it many times before and was amazed at its size. He never trimmed his pubic hair as his father had never either. He thought of his great pubic collection as being just as impressive as his penis. Dennis simply looked up towards the ceiling and thanked his father for everything that he had done and given to him. Just as Dennis was about the brush his teeth, he heard a loud cry and then more loud sobbing. He quickly slid on a pair of shorts, with no briefs, and headed out of the bathroom.
He could tell it was coming from his mother’s room and he walked toward the door. He swung the door open and slowly stepped into the room.
“Mom? Are you alright?” Dennis blindly asked as he could not see much in the dark room.
He did not receive an answer but continued to hear his mother cry. He proceeded to her bed and sat on the edge of it.
“Mom? You okay?” Dennis asked once again.
“Come here sweetie.” His mother sobbed towards Dennis.
Dennis laid down next to his mother so that she could wrap her arms around him as comfort. She was crying hysterically and Dennis was unsure of what to do. So he just remained in this position. Mother and son hugging each other in mourning. Dennis didn’t say anything as he couldn’t think of the right thing to say. He hoped he was helping her by allowing her to hug him.
Dennis’s mother is named Kimberly. She is 48 years old and about 5’10. She has brown hair and is very tan as she hits the tanning salon often. She was a typical wife of a rich husband. She did not work but received all of the benefits of being rich. She had had plastic surgery many times, on her face, ass, stomach, and breasts. She did not appear to be 48 at all but rather about 30.
After a while, Kim fell asleep in this position and Dennis was stuck. He had not intended on staying here the whole night and frankly was uncomfortable sleeping like this. Once he was sure his mother was asleep, he began his escape. He gently raised his mother’s arm up off of him and placed it at her side. As he attempted to slide out of her grasp, he startled her. She was still asleep but dreamily wrapped her arm back around Dennis and pulled him tight to her. Dennis only had on a pair of shorts and his mother only wore a skimpy black night gown. He could feel her enormous breasts pressed against his chest. He could tell she was not wearing a bra, as her nipples were pointed against the thin fabric and were sticking into his pecks.
“Oh Allan. Yes. Hold me tight.” Kim mumbled in her sleep.
Dennis was now seriously concerned. His mother was dreaming that he was his father. He knew this wasn’t going to be good, so he furiously struggled to escape her grasp. She cried out a little and pulled him tighter and threw her leg over his body to really hold on to him. His mother was so close to him that he could feel the warmness that her pussy was emitting on his cock. Within seconds, Dennis had a hard on that was poking out of the band of his shorts. His mother felt this and instinctively reached down and grabbed Dennis’s cock in her hand.
“Ooo. Are you getting hard for me?” Dennis’s mom continued to say in her sleep.
Dennis didn’t know what was coming over him. He wasn’t fighting to escape anymore. Rather he was now enjoying this sensation. He knew he enjoyed it sexually, but played it off in his mind by saying that he was helping his mother cope with her loss by doing this. Soon enough Dennis was grabbing his mother’s ass and reaching his hand into her panties. All the while Kim was stroking her son’s cock and moaning in her sleep.
This fondling continued on for a few more minutes until Kim leaned her face in towards Dennis’s. She expertly guided her mouth to his without opening her eyes and placed her soft, luscious lips upon her sons. Dennis was startled by this development, as if this was worse than the groping. Passionately kissing his mother made it seem more serious to him, yet he did not make an attempt to stop. Rather he accepted her moist lips and even reciprocating the passion. This frivolous kissing went on for only seconds before Kim wanted more as she opened her mouth and aggressively thrust her tongue into Dennis’s mouth. Once again, Dennis was alarmed by this progression and did not immediately respond. After he regained his thinking, he began to join his mom in the passionate tongue wrestling. Dennis may have been partaking but in no way was he the aggressor. His mother was feverishly throwing her mouth about his and wrapping her tongue around his tongue.
During this mother son make out session, Dennis had become fully erect and was leaking an abundance of precum. As he simultaneously grabbed his mother’s ass and kissed her, he began to feel his load build within his balls. His mom reached back down and continued to stroke him as they both kissed. The resurgence of his mother stroking him created a serious problem for Dennis. He was going to cum, but didn’t want to. As soon as this thought entered his head, he began to realize what he was doing. Not only committing a terrible sin, but he was fooling around with his father’s woman. The man he idealized his entire life, and now he was completely disrespecting him just days after his death.
Dennis tried his best to contain his orgasm, but knew it was too late for that. He put forth a valiant effort, as it was not a typical orgasm for a male. The fact that he was attempting to not jizz, made his orgasm very anti-climactic. He retained a lot of sperm from holding back, but still quite a bit came oozing out and leaked down his shaft and onto his mother’s hand. He knew she was aware of the situation as her stroking had stopped completely and was now just grasping his cock.
“Oh, a little warm-up orgasm, huh?” Kim drearily giggled.
This statement planted fear into Dennis’s head. What does she mean warm-up? He constantly asked himself. He feared what he was warming up for. He didn’t want this to go any further, but it seemed it was too late.
Dennis’s cock never even changed shape after his orgasm. He stayed hard as a rock, and considering the taboo situation, it was no surprise to him. All of the sudden, his mom rolled out of bed and stood next to it. Dennis was uncertain of what was going on. Was his mother awake, or was this still part of her dream. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her night gown and lifted it over her head. As she pulled it off, Dennis’s suspicion about his mom wearing no bra was confirmed. Her magnificent tits were now fully exposed in the minimal moonlight that was entering through a small window located high on the wall. Next she bent down and slid her black panties down her legs to her ankles. She stepped out of them and faced Dennis. He could now see her glorious pussy in the light now. He was surprised to find an enormous amount of pubic hair covering her vaginal lips. Her over the top bush turned him on even more. He didn’t think his cock could grow any further, but from the sight of his beautiful naked mother, it did.
She playfully jumped back on the bed and crawled over on top of Dennis. She slid his shorts all the way off of him and straddled his lower calves. She bent over, grabbed his cock, and placed it perfectly in her mouth. There was no hesitation on her part as she began furiously sucking his dick. With her other hand she began to play with his hairy balls. This went on for a few more minutes.
“Are you ready Allan?” Kim asked Dennis.
Dennis once again did not respond, but it didn’t matter as Kim was already beginning to get in position. She moved her ass further up Dennis’s body until her pussy was positioned right above Dennis’s erect cock. She reached down with one hand and straightened his penis so that it would align with her pussy. Again with no hesitation, she slid herself down on his dick until it was completely inside of her. At this point Dennis’s cock could not be seen. He looked down at the situation and only saw two large bushes of pubic hair interacting with each other. His mother continued to ride his dick and in minutes Dennis was ready to explode again, but this time inside of his mom. He wasn’t gonna hold back on this one. He grabbed his mother’s ass cheeks with his hands and squeezed them firmly. He was now aggressively slamming his dick into his mother’s pussy. She began to moan in pleasure and just as Dennis was ready to orgasm, he felt a strange sensation upon his cock.
It seemed that it was getting more difficult to thrust his cock into his mother. He then realized that she was also having an orgasm and her pussy was tightening on his dick. This created many dirty thoughts into his head that pushed him over his limit. He began to furiously cum inside his mother. His orgasm involuntarily made his hips thrust in and out of his mom’s pussy with more force and speed. He could feel every blast of cum release from his dick and knew his mom could to as her moans matched the streams of cum.
After the two’s orgasms, Kim collapsed on top of her naked son and began to snore again. Dennis knew she was really asleep now and figured he should leave. But this was a once in a lifetime opportunity that he wasn’t gonna lose. He flipped his mother over so that she was lying naked on her back. He wanted the get an up close look at her amazing pussy.
He was now kneeled in between her outspread legs investigating his mother’s vagina. He ran his fingers through her luscious bush. Something about how much pubic hair she had turned him on. He guessed it was because no girls anymore have bushes. Next he turned his focus to her large breasts. He wanted to do one last thing and then he would leave. He straddled her abdomen and placed his large cock in between his mom’s enormous tits. Dennis squished them together to create a makeshift pussy that he could fuck. He thrust his cock between her tits until he was ready to orgasm again. This time he simply closed his eyes and allowed the cum to go wherever it wanted to. After a few seconds of blasting his load, he reopened his eyes to see what had happened. His beautiful mother was lying there asleep with huge streaks of cum across her face and into her hair. There were also globs of semen resting on her ample breasts. Dennis was satisfied with this and exited the room after retrieving his shorts.
He knew he had done a terrible thing, but he felt the pleasure and one time experience outweighed the negative aspects. He truly didn’t mind to be a motherfucker, in fact, it now made him horny whenever he thought about it.
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This story relates to events that began in April 1981.
I was 13 at the time and my eldest sister was 15, 2 weeks off her 16th birthday, I was a very shy and naive young teenager with no experience of the female species at all when this started, although I had a group of 5/6 close male friends who had been having group masturbation sessions for around 7/8 months, these started off with just masturbating in front of each other, to actually pairing off and masturbating each other. On the last session I had actually received oral sex off one of them.
Anyway on to my sister, as I said she was 15, had long dyed black hair, green eyes, 5’7″ and a size 12(UK). On the day in question it was a Saturday morning, both parents were out at work, my youngest sister was at a sleepover with one of her friends, so it was just me and Sharon (not her real name) in the house. I sat on the sofa eating toast and drinking tea, whilst reading the morning newspaper, dressed only in a T shirt and pyjama bottoms.
When my sister walked into the room, dressed in a long night shirt, nothing unusual in this at all, she then proceeded to sit on the floor with her back against the bottom of a chair and her knees slightly bent, it was then that I noticed that she had no underwear on and in that position I had a perfect view of her open pussy on view. I tried to not make it too obvious by positioning the newspaper so I could just peer over the top while pretending to read it.M y Cock started to stir immediately before becoming a raging hard on and making a small but obvious tent in my pyjama bottoms. This only went on for a few minutes but seemed like a life time, eventually she asked how long I was going to be with the paper, so I knew I had to try and make an exit strategy without making my hard on too obvious. I put the newspaper down on the sofa by my side and shuffled about to hide the tent.
Sharon then stood up and made the couple of steps towards me and as she leaned over, as if to grab the paper her hand changed direction and in what seemed like slow motion slowly made its way onto my cock on the outside of my clothes, after rubbing her hand up and down it a couple of times, she looked me straight in the eye and seductively said (well for a 13 year old anyway) “so glad you enjoyed the view”. Sharon then momentarily let go of my cock and moved her hand inside the elastic of the pyjama bottoms, and took hold of my cock in the flesh, pushing her arm back so my cock was exposed, she moved her head so she was directly staring at my cock whilst holding it in her one hand, then said “nice, very nice”. she then licked her lips, asked me to stand up, to which I did, while she remained standing, all the while rubbing my cock with her one hand , whilst pulling my pyjama bottoms down with her other hand,. She then momentarily let go of me, and in one smooth move took hold of the hem of her night shirt with both hands and smoothly pulled it over her head and let it fall to the floor, standing before me in all her naked glories (a vision that still sticks in my mind to this day), I took the opportunity to linger my eyes all over her body and saviour every inch of it, especially her full 34 c cup boobs. Making my cock twitch a couple of times.
She then moved her left hand back to my cock and resumed rubbing it, by this stage I wanted her to stop doing this as I knew I would soon cum, so I was desperate to make the situation last, so didn’t want to ask her to stop in case it put an end to the events. So was trying to telepathically get her stop, but she raised her right hand and gently pushed me back so I was sitting on the sofa again, she moved forward and got on to the sofa straddling me, still rubbing my cock with her left hand, slowly lowered herself so just the tip of my cock was brushing just the entrance to her lips. I remember the stray pubic hair tickling my cock, before she moved her right hand down in-between our bodies and opened up her lips before slowly impaling herself on my cock, she let out a low gasp as it entered her, I still remember the wonderful feeling of warmth and wetness as it entered her , she started to move up and down on it, dictating the rhythm, as said before I hadn’t got a clue what I was doing so just followed her lead and let instincts take over , her right hand came up and cupped the back of my neck pulling my head towards hers and slowly our lips locked and started mashing together with teeth clashing a couple of times before settling on an angle that suited each other and started trading tongues, her left hand went over my right shoulder on to the top of the sofa to steady herself. I moved my right hand up to her left breast and started squeezing and rubbing loving the feel of her rock hard nipples in my palm, she had to break off from kissing me to tell me to be more gentle. A s I was close to coming before I entered her I knew I wouldn’t last long , and only a couple of dozen thrusts later I let out a low moan and exploded 3 long squirts of cum inside her. All this was only in a time span of around 15 mins after her entering the room.
As my cock started to shrink she never moved and stayed in the same position with our lips locked while just the tip of my shrunken cock parted the entrance to her lips, I started to feel cold liquid trickle down my cock realising it was some of my cum . After a couple of minutes of snogging she moved her right hand down to my left nipple and started to mover her thumb back and forth across it this had the desired effect and because of my youth, my cock started to rise again, as she felt this, she waited till it was fully hard , before getting off me standing up, taking me by the hand and lying down on the carpet, as I stood up gazing down at her beautiful naked body she smiled up at me beckoning me on to her, and said “ time for round 2, my turn to cum this time.”. I knelt down in between her legs before lowering myself on top of her, she moved her hand in between our bodies and gripped my cock before guiding it to her wet lips, this time it felt quite different still warm and tight but a lot more wetter, only months later did I realise it was because of sloppy seconds and my cum was still inside her. Also this time I had to make the rhythm but didn’t know what to do so again let my instincts take over, my face directly above hers I loved the look of pure lust in her face as my cock went very slowly in and out of her fantastic pussy. This time instead of kissing her I moved my head down and firmly clamped my mouth around her left boob and proceeded to kiss, suck, lick her nipple etc, she grabbed the back of my hand with her left hand firmly pulling my head harder on to her boob, as I increased my thrust rate, she started to make grunting noises and telling me to go, harder, faster harder etc. this only increased my arousement and very soon I felt the inside of her pussy having a ripple effect on my cock and for the second time that morning I found myself emptying my balls inside her, as I did this I collapsed on top of her exhausted, after a few moments she pushed me off her and I rolled on to my side next to her. Looking into each other’s eyes, she propped herself up on to her elbow, leaned across my face and said “thank you, that was wonderful for a first time, so glad it was you”.
This didn’t register at the time, as she locked our lips together for a final time that day, before getting up walking over to where her night shirt rested on the floor, before picking it up and disappearing out the room, I heard her on the phone a few seconds later speaking to her best friend, and could only hear parts of the conversation, and quickly realised it was to Tina her best friend. I heard her tell her the events of the morning but not in too much detail, but quite loudly and obviously for my benefit telling her how wonderful and fantastic I had been, and that she would be doing it again with me very soon, this put a warm glow and a massive smile on my face. The call ended abruptly and Sharon disappeared upstairs, after a few moments I followed her up stairs, gingerly knocked on her door, as I wanted to find out what had brought on this morning’s events. She told me to enter, she was sitting on her bed in just a pair of white cotton panties with yellow roses on them, and she made no effort to cover up. I asked her what had brought on this morning’s events , to which she replied, that Tina had lost her virginity the previous Christmas, and had dared Sharon that she didn’t have the nerve to do the same before her 16th birthday, she had accepted the dare but didn’t really know who to do it with, as she wanted her first time with someone special, eventually deciding on me, she said that she had been trying to entice me for a couple of months but I had failed to take the bait, it finally dawned on me as she said this, that for the previous couple of months, she had been flaunting herself at every opportunity, ( leaving her bedroom door open when getting changed before/after school, coming out of the bathroom as I was passing in a towel/bathrobe and letting it fall open) she said that if only I had said a single word during any of these events she would of pounced on me. But I was too naive to realise it. She also said that as wonderful as it was it would never happen again and never to utter a word about it to any one, despite what she had said to Tina.
She didn’t keep her word as there are a lot more episodes to tell including Tina and some of my friends getting involved.
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Malomar was dripping with sweat at the end of their set. It was a small
room, but the audience was enthusiastic. Word was starting to get out that Shaboom! was pure rock and roll–and pure sex. Malomar didn’t wear very much; her usual attire consisted of torn fishnets under a leather mini so short, her ass cheeks played peek-a-boo with an audience mostly made up of 20-somethings wearing a lot of leather, tattoos, and piercings. Her ample bosom was barely contained by a lace push-up bra. During the show, her nipples would often be erect, and she could sense the lustful gazes of all the men in the audience, which would make her rock harder. This evening, her tits had broken free of her bra during a particularly rocking song, and she had to quickly tuck them back in.
It was 2 am, and there were only a few hardcore patrons left at the bar. Malomar had finished packing up the gear, and the rest of the band had gone home, but she was too wired to go home yet. She sat her ass on a bar stool, and ordered a beer; her skirt hiked up even higher when she sat down, but she had on a red lacy thong under her fishnets, so she didn’t feel too exposed. She was still hot, and was glad she wasn’t wearing much. There were two rough looking guys at the end of the bar who couldn’t take their eyes off her. They both looked like they needed a shave, not to mention a shower, but they were attractive nonetheless; one had on the classic biker leather jacket and well-worn jeans. The other had on a tight black t-shirt that showed off his ample biceps. She glanced at them with interest, and felt a thrill go through her. They weren’t hanging around for the conversation, after all. A few sips into her beer, and they came over and flanked her, one on each side.
“That was a great show. I particularly enjoyed the wardrobe malfunction,” the one in the leather jacket said in a low voice, so she had to lean in to hear him.
“Don’t mind Tony,” the other one said. “You were great. My name’s Jimmy.”
“I’m Malomar.”
“Oh, we know who you are,” said Tony. “Can I get you another drink? Maybe something with a little more kick?”
He reached past her to the bowl of peanuts, and the back of his hand brushed against her nipple, making it spring to attention.
“Um, excuse me,” she said, and her voice sounded husky, “I have to go to the bathroom for a minute. Watch my beer? Maybe I’ll have that hard drink when I get back.”
She slid off the stool, but stumbled a little getting off; Jimmy helped steady her as she got her balance back. He gripped her arm a little too hard, she thought.
She made her way to the back of the bar, where the ladies room was. She knew they were both staring at her ass as she sashayed her way back, her high-heeled boots clicking on the wooden floor. She went to the sink, and splashed some water on her face. She looked in the mirror, and her makeup was none too fresh, but she tried to freshen up a little by wiping some of the smeared eye makeup off from under her eyes with a paper towel. Out in the bar, she could hear the music playing–AC/DC, she thought.
Silently, the door swung open, and both of her admirers came in. She didn’t have time to decide if they were welcome or not before Tony turned around and flipped the deadbolt on the door. What had been a frisson of desire changed to fear in an instant.
“Hey, I don’t like that,” she spluttered out, but it sounded weak in her ears. The music continued to thump out in the bar.
“Oh, Malomar. I think you DO like it. I bet you like it every which way, all the time.”
Tony had come close and pressed her against the sink. She tried to lean back away from him, but his hands had found her tits, and he roughly fondled them through the lace. Despite herself, her nipples went hard.
“See, your nipples don’t lie.” He slipped his large hands under her bra and scooped both titties out from their confines. He continued to fondle them, and bent down to put his lips on the right nipple, his rough beard scratching against her aureola. She tried to push him away, but Jimmy was there holding her right arm while Tony reached down and held her left.
She tried to scream, but as he worked her nipple between his teeth, what came out was more of a moan. She felt her clitoris go rigid, and her pussy juices started to flow, wetting her thong.
Jimmy pulled her away from the sink, and placed himself behind her. He held her wrists firmly behind her back with one hand, while his other hand hiked up her skirt.
“My, my, what a lovely ass you have,” and he gave her ass cheek a slap.
Tony was still in front of her sucking on her nipples, taking each one in turn. Behind her, she heard a zipper come down, and the sound of a belt buckle coming undone. Soon, she felt Jimmy’s hard cock press in the cleft between her ass cheeks. He made a small moan as he began to rub it against her. It felt huge, and demanding.
Tony stopped mauling her breasts, and reached down to undo his own pants. His schlong sprung free as his pants fell around his ankles. It was huge: long, and thick and throbbing. Malomar quivered in fear–and anticipation. She couldn’t understand why she wasn’t struggling more; why she was actually wet with desire for these two fiends. Tony seemed like he could read her mind.
“You gorgeous slut,” he said as he put his hand on her mound, feeling her juices through her fishnets and thong. “You want it, don’t you, you slut.”
Malomar could only moan as he reached his index finger through a hole in the fishnets, and flicked aside the flimsy panty to find her clitoris. It became engorged as he rubbed her nub, back and forth, and then he thrust his finger up her sopping hole. He leaned in to suck on her breasts some more, all the while rubbing her clit and finger fucking her. She didn’t even notice when Jimmy let go of her hands, and she brought them up to hold Tony’s head against her erect nipples.
“We’re going to fuck you so hard.” Jimmy said. And she moaned in assent.
Tony pushed Malomar to her knees, so his huge cock was in her face. He grabbed his cock and put it in her mouth. He started to fuck her mouth, keeping his hands on her head so she had to take it as far as she could; when she started to gag, he pulled back so she could lick his head with her agile tongue. She sucked, and licked, and brought her hands up to stroke the base of the shaft. Then he directed his balls into her mouth and she sucked on them greedily before returning to the shaft.
She felt Jimmy lift her hips up, so she was on her hands and knees, her almost bare ass exposed. Jimmy roughly tore her fishnets from around her crotch, leaving only her thong in place. But her thong was no match for a man with a huge boner. He easily pushed her panties aside as he worked the head of his cock into her wet pussy. Soon, he was thrusting in all the way, and she lifted her ass higher so he could reach around and fondle her clit. She couldn’t keep sucking Tony’s cock while she was writhing with pleasure from Jimmy’s fucking. She moaned and Tony said, “We can do anything we want with you, you fuck toy.” And Malomar said breathily, “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
Tony’s cock became even harder, and he lay down on the tile floor. Jimmy stopped pounding her for a minute, and Tony lifted her onto his erect member. She screamed with pleasure as she climaxed on his rod, and he thrust upward into her hole over and over.
Jimmy didn’t want to be left out, and he spit on his fingers and started to probe her butthole. At first she clamped up, but as Tony continued to fuck her cunt, she loosened up and let Jimmy push in deeper. Then she felt the head of his cock pushing against her ass. Slowly, he started to push it in, and then he pulled out, back and forth, working his way past her tight sphincter. Suddenly, she climaxed again; the feel of one cock in her pussy, and one cock in her ass was beyond pleasure. She was wracked with an orgasm that kept pulsating and pulsating as Jimmy worked his way deeper into her ass.
“You like that, don’t you slut?”
“Ooooohhhh!”
They fucked both her holes, both going in deep. Each thrust was pure pleasure for Malomar, as her breasts brushed against Tony’s black t-shirt and her nipples tingled and blushed.
Jimmy slapped her ass as Tony shuddered deep inside her, leaving Jimmy alone, thrusting deep onto her ass.
“You’re such a dirty whore, aren’t you? You like taking it up the ass, don’t you?”
And then he blew his load up her ass, and it felt delicious.
They all collapsed into a heap on the floor. Malomar’s cunt and ass dribbled come, and she loved it. After a little while, they stood up, and zipped up their pants while she pulled down her skirt. Her fishnets were all torn away, but she slid her thong back into place easily enough. It barely sopped up the juices and come. She kissed each thug deeply in turn, and they all stumbled their way out of the bathroom. Outside the bar, Malomar collected their phone numbers, and gave each of their crotches a squeeze goodbye.
The next night, she let them both into her apartment, and was surprised that they had brought a friend. “This is Mike,” Jimmy said. This time, she didn’t wear panties. They would just get in the way…
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My first gay experience
THIS STORY IS A PREQUEL TO THE FIRST STORY OF VERONICA?S PUNISHMENT. SORRY FOR A SLIGHT LACK OF SEXUAL MATERIAL, MAINLY IN THE END, BUT STILL, GOOD INFORMATION FOR THE REST OF THE STORY
This is a long story of adventure and romance that I have broken into parts to make it easier to read and more manageable. It is typical of my stories, ie. it’s a story with sex, sort of like couples porn. It takes a while to get started so please have patience.
CHAPTER 1
I have many fond memories of learning to fish with my parents. They had a summer place—just a small rectangular bungalow with no ceilings and old beat up furniture–on the north shore of Long Island back in the day when there was nothing there but potato farms and woods. I remember my mom driving more than a dozen miles to the nearest supermarket and going to the beach every day seeing absolutely nobody in either direction as far as you could see.
I started fishing with a drop line, copying my mom’s style—she refused to use a rod and reel. We were thrilled to catch little sand sharks and porgies, or blowfish in the spring when the water was too cold to even stand in. Later, as I grew older, I had my own spinning reel and casting rod. A small rowboat made it possible for us to fish in areas unreachable from shore. We only had a 5 HP motor on it, but it got us where we needed to go—slowly, but we did get there eventually. My teenage friends and I got better and smarter, catching tons of flounder and blackfish in the spring and porgies and fluke in the summer. Unfortunately, we usually missed the fall blackfish run due to our school obligations.
Now as a single adult I had my own boat. I bought it for peanuts last fall from a guy who hadn’t used it for years. The convertible lounge seats were all chewed up by squirrels and the deck had a few holes in it. The motor, a 150 HP Mercury—well, who knew if it would even run? This became my winter project. I ripped out the seats, the marine carpeting and eventually, the deck. It was all worthless junk. I installed a new deck of half-inch marine plywood, screwing it in place with stainless screws. I clad the deck in fiberglass, glued down new carpeting and replaced the old seating which was too low with captain’s chairs that would swivel and turn. I could fish from them whether I was anchored or drifting.
I had to wait for fairly warm weather to clean up the exterior—I took care of that job during my Easter vacation—I’m a junior high science teacher. Then, using a recommendation from the head of maintenance in our school district, I took the engine to a mechanic. As I guessed it was useless. The mechanic offered me a rebuilt engine for mine and $2,000. I took the deal. He could use the old engine for parts and I got a decent, if smaller at 125 HP, but working engine. He even threw in a one-year warranty on it.
Now I was ready to fish. It was Memorial Day weekend and it’s early—6:00 a.m. when I rise. I hooked the trailer to my truck last night and loaded my rods, tackle, and plenty of ice and soda in the cooler. I drove to the nearest deli for a Number 1 Special—two fried eggs and bacon on a hard roll with butter and salt/pepper. I bought a large bottle of OJ and a Virginia ham sub for my lunch.
My next stop was the bait shop where I picked up a dozen sand worms, some heavy duty Virginia hooks
and a bunch of sinkers. I was fishing for blackfish; they live in rocky areas where they eat stuff like crabs and barnacles. It was really easy to get hung up in the rocks and lose your tackle, so it paid to have lots and lots extra.
I drove the short distance to the boat ramp in Port Jefferson—it’s a great facility with four ramps and parking for about a hundred cars and trailers. It took me about ten minutes to drop the boat in the water, park, and return to start the engine. It was really reassuring to hear it purr as I backed out from the dock and turned into the channel. The speed limit is 12 mph and it’s closely monitored by the county cops so I was very careful while I was in the harbor. It gave me a chance to eat my breakfast and relax in my new captain’s chair where I could see clearly through the windshield and all around for safety. In about ten minutes I was finished with my egg sandwich as I drove between the stone breakwaters into Long Island Sound. One of the things I love about the Sound is that it is almost always calm—not lake calm, but pretty damned close. This morning there was only a slight chop with wavelets that couldn’t have been more than an inch or two high. “Perfect for fishing,” I thought out loud. Too bad I’d never get the chance.
I rammed the throttle forward, lifting my old Thunderbird tri-hull onto plane as I headed west toward Crane’s Neck, home of about a thousand big rocks and some huge blacks. I pulled out about a half-mile to avoid any submerged boulders and was about to turn back toward land when a glint of yellow caught my eye about two to three miles out. There are lots of colors on the water, but yellow isn’t one of them. I changed course, screaming toward the color at almost forty miles per hour. I’ll say one thing for the tri-hull—it ran great. It went right onto plane and held it easily, the bow only about six inches higher than the stern.
I was about a mile away and closing fast when I realized it was a boat wreck I was approaching. Pulling out my binoculars I thought I could see someone clinging to the wreckage. The water at this time of year was cold, probably not more than 55 degrees, so a person in the water for any period of time was facing a really bad case of hypothermia. I cut the engine to a slow crawl when I got within a hundred feet. The bow of the wreck was just above the water level and a young woman was hanging on for her life, her clothing soaked by the action of the tiny waves. As I approached it seemed that the boat was sinking. It was noticeably lower in the water when I pulled up and stopped.
Using the boat hook I grabbed under her arm and pulled her closer to the boat. I knew anyone suffering from hypothermia would be unable to climb into my boat or even assist in any way. Straddling the side I grabbed her shirt, dropped the hook to the deck, and pulled her up with both hands. She wasn’t heavy, but she was dead weight and her clothes were sodden. Once I was able to get her hips onto the gunwale the rest was easy. I levered her down to the deck.
I rubbed her face telling her, “Hold on, I’ll call the police. They’ll get you to a hospital.”
I wasn’t expecting much of a response under these circumstances, but she looked up at me and whispered, ”Please…no…police…no…police.” Don’t ask me why I listened to her. For all I knew she could have been delirious. I pulled my knife—I keep it razor sharp for filleting—and cut up the back of her shirt. I cut off her bra. I had to get her out of the wet clothing. Diving into the tiny cuddy cabin, I pulled out the sweatshirt I keep there for emergencies. I shrugged her into it. Next I pulled off her shoes, slacks, and panties. I didn’t have any sweatpants but I did have a rubber rain suit. I pulled the much-too-big overalls over her, fastening the straps over her shoulders. The jacket followed. The rubber outfit had fantastic insulating properties and getting her warm was the number one priority. I pulled her into the tiny cabin which was almost seven feet long, but only three feet high. I wrapped her body in an old beach blanket and headed home. In the few minutes I had been on the wreck site the boat had slid beneath the surface. I entered the Latitude/Longitude as a waypoint into my GPS in case I needed the location in the future.
CHAPTER 2
I moved the idling engine into “Forward” and accelerated as I reversed my earlier course back to the harbor. Cruising at twelve mph in the harbor was maddening but there was nothing I could do. A speeding ticket would cost $200 and sitting around while they wrote the ticket would take even longer than poking along. I found a place at the dock, ran to my truck and backed down. It took me only minutes to winch the boat onto the trailer. Now I had a dilemma—it’s illegal to transport anyone in any kind of trailer, but I didn’t want to draw unwanted attention to my guest. I left her there while I tied the boat down and returned home.
Critical minutes later I pulled into the driveway, ran back to the boat, and pulled her out of the cabin. She was barely conscious. I sat her on the gunwale while I jumped down and let her fall into my arms. I carried her to the door, unlocked it and ran inside. I stopped in the bathroom and filled the tub. Most people would assume that hot water would be needed, but I knew that warm was better—just as long as it was almost 100 degrees Fahrenheit. I stripped her again, ignoring her breasts, pussy, and the rest of her body. I eased her into the tub. Seconds later I realized that this wasn’t going to work—she was too weak to hold herself up. Cursing my stupidity I stripped out of my shoes, socks, and jeans before pulling my t-shirt over my head. I slipped into the tub with her in only my boxers, sitting behind her, my arms around her waist.
We sat in the tub for more than an hour as I refilled the tub regularly and talked to her. Try talking nonstop to a stranger for an hour—go ahead! I was talking about everything from the baseball season—I’m a Yankee fan—to what was going on in my school, to politics, to anything I could think of. I knew she was coming around when she gasped, “What the fuck are you talking about? Who the hell are you and why are you in this tub with me?”
“Well,” I replied, “I’m just saying anything that comes to mind to try to keep you awake. Second, I’m Pete. This is my house. I’m a teacher in a nearby junior high, and I’m here with you saving your life even though I’d rather be out fishing. That’s where I was heading when I found you clinging to your boat. I’m getting up now. Can you keep yourself from drowning?” She nodded so I got up, dropped my boxers, dried off, and dressed before returning to her with some of my clothes.
Kneeling next to her I spoke, “Let’s get you out of here, dressed, and into bed. No, I’m not leaving you here to do it—you’re too weak—besides I’ve already seen everything there is to see. The tub is a great way to get your core temperature back to normal, but being in the water for too long will actually harm you, just like staying in a Jacuzzi too long.” When she looked at me crazily I continued, “I’m a science teacher. I know lots of useless stuff like that. Let’s get you out and dry. C’mon.”
I helped her up and sat her on the edge of the tub while I dried her with a fluffy towel. I helped her into a pair of warm sweatpants and sweatshirt. They were much too big for her, but they were the best I could do at the moment. I tucked her into bed with a couple of pillows to support her. “I think you’ll be OK now, but I want to take your temperature. Luckily for you I have one of those things you stick in a person’s ear. My only other one is a rectal.”
She chuckled, “Promises, promises.” I joined her in laughing as I pushed the device into her ear. It “pinged” seconds later, “93.2,” I told her, “That’s not too bad, considering. Want to tell me what happened and why you don’t want the police involved?
“I’d just as soon skip my name for now, if you don’t mind. It’s enough to know that I was out with my boyfriend. We were going out to Mystic—that’s in Connecticut, you know.” I nodded both to show I knew and that I wanted her to continue. “My boyfriend gambles, or maybe I should say gambled, because I’m sure he’s dead. He owed a fortune to these gangsters and he had no way to pay them. We were in the middle of the Sound when a speedboat caught up with us. They forced their way on board and locked me in one of the cabins. Then I heard shooting—lots of shooting—and about twenty minutes later I saw water coming into the cabin. Luckily, there was a fire extinguisher, a big one, in with me. I swung it at the door and eventually broke the lock. By then the water was up to my ankles and the boat was tilting. It was all I could do to climb up to the front hatch. I climbed out onto the bow and waited…and waited. It was dark and there was no sign of the other boat. I couldn’t look for my boyfriend—the boat was mostly underwater. All I remember is how cold I was. Then you came. Thanks for saving me. I really appreciate it. Boy—does that sound lame.”
“I don’t think that thanking someone is ever lame or stupid, and you’re welcome. I think you should stay here in bed today. I have another bedroom and I can sleep there tonight. I’ll go now and make you some chicken soup. It’s homemade in my freezer so I’ll have to defrost it. That’ll help warm you. I can bring it to you in here, so just relax. Here’s the remote—watch TV if you want.” I left her alone, defrosted and heated my homemade soup in the microwave and carried a full bowl on a tray along with a cup of hot tea. I set it on a table next to the bed and helped her to reposition the pillows.
She sipped the soup, nibbled the chicken chunks and ate the rice. “This is really good. Your mom make it?”
“No, Mom died four years ago—cancer. She smoked like a chimney her entire life and wouldn’t stop, even after she was diagnosed—she could be such a stupid woman. She was 57. My dad’s also dead—heart attack at work. I’m the only one left of my whole family. I had an older brother—he died in Iraq—one of those damned IED’s–you know–homemade bombs. I made the soup. I’m single so I have to cook or go out and that’s too expensive to do every night. I really prefer turkey soup, but how often can I have a turkey? Ever think about turkey for one? I’d have it every day and every night for a couple of months, at least.” She shared my laughter.
“Marta.”
“Huh?”
“Marta, my name’s Marta. I was born in what used to be called Czechoslovakia, but my parents moved here when I was three. I grew up in New York City and attended college there. I’m a commercial artist, or I was. I don’t know if I could ever go back to work. I’m afraid they’d kill me. They tried once.”
I was thinking; Marta almost interrupted me once but apparently thought the better of it. “I think we should go boating tomorrow. I’m a certified scuba diver. I can dive on the boat and see if I can find out anything, but you’ll have to go with me—I’m sorry. It’s not safe to dive by yourself. I can’t trust anyone to go down with me so it will have to be you in the boat as my support. It’s the only way we can get some answers and try to figure out what happened.”
“Isn’t the water too cold? You could wind up like me.”
“No, I have a wet suit. It lets the water in, but quickly warms it to body temperature. I’ve worn it in the middle of winter without too much trouble. I’ll get everything out into the boat and that reminds me—my lunch is out there and what’s left of your clothes. Sorry, but I had to cut your shirt off. I’ll wash your slacks and dry them.” I jumped up and carried my gear bag to the boat. On the way in I carried my worms, my lunch, and Marta’s clothes. The lunch and worms went into the refrigerator; I turned the washer on, dropped in her clothes along with a bunch of mine and carried my scuba tanks to the boat, tying them to the rear starboard side cleat. I locked the regulator, wetsuit, and my rods in the cabin. The whole job took me about twenty minutes. When I returned to the bedroom Marta was gone. “I’m in the bathroom, OK?”
“No, I expect you to go in my sweatpants and my bed…of course it’s OK.” When she came out I took her hand, leading her on a tour of my small house. “I bought this with the money I inherited from my parents and got when my brother was killed. It’s the only decent thing that resulted from their deaths.” I showed her the other bedroom, the living room, and the eat-in kitchen. “That’s it, other than the yard. I’m at the end of a long road. The nearest neighbor is more than a quarter mile away. I’ve had a bit of trouble with burglars and vandals because I’m so isolated so there’s a perimeter alarm system and then there’s this–I opened the closet in the small bedroom—a room I used mainly as an office. I opened the sliding doors to reveal my gun collection. Locked in place were an assortment of rifles and shotguns along with a .44-Magnum revolver and two 9mm’s—a Glock and a Beretta.
Under the display panel were several drawers of ammunition. “These have special magnetic locks,” I continued, “you can’t see them, but they’re there and almost impossible to break. They open by thumb print, like this.” I held my thumb up to a tiny glass panel and a small unobtrusive LED turned green. I pulled off a .30-.30 lever action Winchester. “Maybe we should take this with us tomorrow in case we have visitors. Don’t worry…I know how to use it. My brother wasn’t the only Marine in our family.” I opened the drawer below and pulled out a box of ammo. I set both at the front door so we wouldn’t forget them. I returned to the bedroom, removed the Glock, a canvas belt holster, and a box of waterproofed ammo. When Marta gave me a questioning look I told her, “Can you shoot? No, I didn’t think so. I’ll carry this when I dive. The water’s shallow—only about 30 feet. I’ll be connected to you by a thin line. If anyone approaches you’ll pull on it five times quickly. I’ll surface and assess the situation. I think we’ll have a few rods in the water as a cover so I doubt anything will happen, but I believe in being prepared.”
I returned her to the bed, tucked her in and we talked and talked. I told her about my life—how I had graduated college and entered the Marines, gone to advanced training, and then to Afghanistan and Iraq as a specialist. I was discharged when my brother was killed. I had seen some action and even killed some insurgents. I didn’t tell her that I had been a sniper; the long rifle in my closet was one some unknown sniper had used way back in World War II. It still worked perfectly. I had sighted it in a few months ago. I had fired it at the burglars, but over their heads. I had thought about getting a dog, but I didn’t want to be tied down, at least not quite yet. I explained that I had been teaching at the local junior high and that I loved working with the kids—not so much with their parents. When asked I told her I was 29.
Marta told me about her life—she was 27—growing up in the city with immigrant parents who were more than old fashioned, about trying to date when they thought that kind of socializing was for harlots. I told her I could identify with the problem. There were lots of first generation Asian kids in my school and they often complained about their parents’ archaic views. We kept on talking until dinner when I suggested I grill some burgers. I told her I was glad for the company, and I was.
I make some great burgers. Each one is about a third of a pound and I always load on the cheese. We each ate two along with some potato salad and cole slaw I had bought at the deli yesterday. After dinner I took her to the mall, buying her some shorts, tops, bras, and sneakers. She wore an old set of flip-flops which we threw in the trash. She wore some of the new stuff, placing my sweats in the store bag. We went to bed when we got home—we were both tired. It was a long and exhausting day.
Before bed I asked about her family. “Do you want to phone them? They probably think you’re dead. On the other hand they’ll undoubtedly talk—tell others—and then if someone tried to kill you they may try again.” We agreed not to call for the time being. It was a tough decision, but the right one.
I had been in the spare bedroom about twenty minutes when I heard a whisper, “Peter, are you awake?”
“What’s the matter, Marta,” I replied.
“I’m afraid. Will you sleep with me?” This was an invitation I could not refuse. I had gotten to know some Czech women during a leave I’d spent in Prague and I thought they were really hot. Marta fit that description to a “T.” She was tall—maybe five feet nine inches—and slender with a tight ass and narrow hips. Her breasts were a B-cup–at least that’s what her bra said. I followed her to the bed and climbed in beside her. She snuggled up to me, her ass tight rubbing against my rising erection. “If you do that you’re going to get quite a reaction from me.”
“Good, I’ve been feeling a bit guilty about not thanking you properly.”
“Marta, you’re alive and healthy. That’s all the thanks I need. Let’s go to sleep. We have to get up early.” I closed my eyes and…felt Marta’s hand on my cock. I groaned as my hand found its way to her breast. It was firm and hot, the nipple erect. Marta turned and we kissed—it was wonderful. That’s the only way I could describe it. Her lips were soft and sweet, her tongue inquisitive. I cupped her ass as she threw a leg over mine, baring her pussy to me. She guided my cock to her slit, rubbing it up and down several times before finding her clit. It was hard and very hot. She rubbed my tip into her clit until I felt her shudder; she came quickly, flooding my cock and abdomen as well as the shorts I usually wore to bed.
Marta rolled me onto my back and straddled my hips as she slowly lowered herself onto my erection. I know I should have stopped and grabbed a condom, but at that moment it was the farthest thing from my mind. All I wanted was to fuck this gorgeous woman who obviously wanted me as much as I wanted her. She began to ride me, my seven-inch cock deep in her body, as she rubbed her clit into me with increasing force and speed. “Play with my tits, Peter…please. Rub them and squeeze them…hard. I need to be hurt. It will help me cum.”
I rolled those big hard nipples between my fingers, twisting them, knowing I was hurting this beautiful woman—knowing I was giving her exquisite pleasure, as well. She threw her head back and screamed non-stop for almost twenty seconds as her body shook uncontrolled by mind or muscle. The sight of her enduring her orgasm triggered my own. I drove my cock deep into her, lifting her almost two feet up from the bed as I bathed her womb in baby making cream again and again. On and on we went until we could go no more. She collapsed on top of me; I collapsed into the bed. I kissed her cheek and her hair as I prayed I’d have the chance to do this again.
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By the time the vacation was done, I had learned that my identical twin sisters were not identical in every way.
I hope you enjoy. comments welcome and thanks for reading
Tammy and I find a way to enjoy each other!
This story is not mine just thought it was good
Don’t read if under 18 or illegal in your little corner of the world, like
you’ll listen. This should appear only on Pal’s archive site, through Pal’s
yahoo group, on Pal’s Forum… well, it basically should be wherever Pal’s
stuff is. Also in the “Wacky Ned” Simpson’s zip collections spread randomly
throughout the Internet.
This story contains mast, f/f, oral, incest, and toys. If you don’t swing
that way, stop reading. This is a PARODY, PARODY, PARODY; I don’t own any of
the characters, just “borrowing” them for the sake of the story. I AM USING
WITHOUT PERMISSION OF 20th CENTURY FOX. So don’t sue me. Please, I only have
a computer and one of those toy dogs that bounce their heads up and down, it
isn’t worth it.
Part 1 “Best of what’s around”
Edna Krabopple was through with her sex life. She was sick of a new loser
every night, and she couldn’t stand using her vibrators, she needed a real
lover. *Fuck, I have to go to parent’s night* She thought, as she finished
cumming using her trusty six-inch vibrator. She put her clothes back on, and
walked out of her single apartment with a sigh.
Parent’s nights were always the worst, with parent after parent
complaining that their son or daughter is an idiot, and trying to pass the
blame onto her. Like it’s her fault they screw this kids up and aren’t there
because they are too busy fucking the houseboy or smoking pot. Not that she
objected, but she didn’t like getting called a “lousy fucking teacher” when
the kid was half-retarded.
When she got in, she saw that there was practically twenty parents she had
to meet with. *Shit*
“Ok people, I’m going to start with last names. Abrams, come up” was all
Edna could come up with, as she had to sit through several mind numbing hours
of parent complaints.
“Ok, and last call, the Simpson’s?” She said, and then sighed. Bart was
the worst kid in her class, the local fuck-up and class clown. She saw Mrs.
Simpson come in to her room.
“Take a seat please. Is Mr. Simpson here?” She asked, trying to be polite,
but it was already 11 at night.
“Nooo, Homey went out for a drink.” Marge said in her voice that could cut
glass.
“Ok Mrs. Simpson, your son Bart” Edna started, but accidentally knocked
over a cup of coffee that held various pencils and pens the janitor Willie
left there for the children that didn’t bring something to write with. She
went to get it, and Mrs. Simpson said “Don’t worry Mrs. Krabopple, I got it”
Marge said as she went to the task of cleaning up the scattered mess. When
she bent over, Edna took a chance to notice Marge’s beautiful ass. It was
perfectly rounded, not huge but it was well pronounced, with a visible crack
in the middle. She then got a wicked thought.
“Oh, look at the time, Mrs. Simpson, I’m afraid I have to go, you see
there’s a state law that says a teacher can’t stay after eleven in school,
or else they can be fined. Would you like to discuss your son over my house
sometime?” Edna said, trying to be as innocuous as possible.
“Well, I don’t have anything planned for tonight, can we discuss it now?”
Marge said with her concerned voice as she returned the coffee cup. She
desperately didn’t want her son being a fuck-up his entire life, and she
hoped that the woman who stood here teaching her all day might have some
unique insight, and the sooner the better Marge believed.
“Sure, just follow my car to my apartment.” Edna said as she began to get
up. They walked out of the parking lot, and as Edna was driving back to her
house, she formed a plan in her mind. Get her drunk, then slowly seduce her,
it had worked with her all those years ago. *Mmmm…Lurleene* she thought as
she saw her turnoff. She turned, making sure Marge was following her, and
drove to her apartment.
“Right in here Mrs. Simpson” Edna said as Marge pulled up. Edna went to
her room, opened the door and waited as Marge made her way up. Standing at
the top of the stairs, Edna was able to see the top of Marge’s breasts as
she made her way up. *God I’d love to suck on those*
“Ok, let’s go” Marge said with a huff, she didn’t like having to be here,
she and Homer were supposed to have sex tonight, and she knew that Homer
would be asleep already. A shame, because she was really horny. *At least a
long boring conversation with Mrs. Krabopple would at least keep me from
going nuts in front of her*
Edna opened the door, and brought Marge into her house. “I’ll be right
back. Would you like something to drink?”
“Sure, I’ll have a…” Marge trailed as Edna walked away. She returned a
minute later with two glasses of wine.
“Here you go.”
“Thank you Mrs. Krabopple”
“Call me Edna
“Call me Marge then.
“Mrs. Simpson, I have to be honest, your son is distracted during my
class. Have you ever talked to him about sex before?”
“No, nonononono, it’s simply never come up before” Marge said.
“Well Mrs. Simpson, I think you should have a frank discussion of sex with
your son.” Edna said as she topped Marge’s glass. Marge had drank three
quarters of her glass, and she wanted some more. To hell with it, why should
she have to put up with this without a couple drinks.
“I want to role-play, Mrs. Simpson, I am going to ask you some common sex
questions, and you just answer them like you would to your son. Ok?”
“Shure” Marge said with an audible slur in her speech, and another drink
of wine.
“How often do you have sex?”
“Once a week”
“When was the first time you had sex?
“Seventeen.
“Are you satisfied with your husband?” She asked as she put her hand on
Marge’s thigh.
“Not nearly as much as I should.” She said. Edna took the bottle and
refilled her glass.
“Marge, have you ever had sex with a woman?”
“No”
“Have you ever wanted to?
“yes
“Then kiss me” Edna said leaning closer. Marge kissed her without
thinking, then the realization of what she had done washed away the beer, and
she realized she was kissing her child’s female teacher. And she LIKED it.
When they finished kissing, Edna said “Let’s move this to the bedroom”
and Marge just nodded, her heart racing. She was horny, and very interested,
but it was also taboo, which just made it hotter for her. When they went into
the room, Edna jumped on it, and said “Kiss me”
Marge began kissing Edna, when Edna slowly began to fit her hand down
Marge’s conservative dress, and take one of her breasts out. As she began to
play with it, Marge moaned in ecstasy, and began to get wet. Edna took off
her shirt, and her bra, releasing her large bouncing breasts. They were 38C,
and she had silver dollar nipples, which were already erect. Marge nervously
touched another woman’s breasts for the first time, feeling their mass and
their sensitivity. Edna slowly moved her mouth down to Marge’s breast, where
she slowly licked on Marge’s nipple, exciting it even further, and making
Marge moan even louder. Edna went from breast to breast, stimulating each
nipple until Marge was so wet you could screw her with an elephant.
“Enough of the foreplay” Edna said, as she slowly took her skirt off, and
saw Marge quickly drop off her dress. “Lie down on your back, and open your
legs” Edna said. Marge did so, and she was rewarded with Edna’s loving touch
down there. First she slowly began to rub one finger up and down her clit. It
was already well lubricated from before, and Marge shivered at the feeling of
someone else fondling her pussy, Homer wasn’t into foreplay, unless it was
for him, and because of which, Marge hadn’t been eaten out for years. Edna
slowly began to add a second finger, then a third. This was driving Marge
crazy, and she was getting incredibly wet and hornier. Suddenly Edna took her
hands away, and when Marge looked down, she saw Edna lowering her mouth to
her soaking hole.
Edna was licking all the juices out of Marge’s sweet pussy, occasionally
pushing away a hair or two of long blue pubic hair. She could tell this was
killing Marge, and began to insert a finger into her pussy. Marge was shocked
at the intrusion, but in the heat of lust, she welcomed it. Edna slowly began
to place in another finger, slowly finger fucking Marge into ecstasy, each
motion drawing her closer. When Edna added a third finger, it drove Marge
over the edge, and she had one of the strongest orgasms ever as she convulsed
for two minutes. While she was cumming, Edna kept pumping away, and as soon
as she finished her first, she had another strong orgasm. After those two,
she was panting.
“That…huff….was….amazing” Marge eventually let out.
“Oh, we’re not done Marge, come here and service me.” Edna said as she lay
down on the bed. Marge slowly began to lift her sweaty body, and place
herself at the foot of the bed, to begin to please Edna. She had no clue on
how to munch carpet, but she did know how to masturbate, so she slowly began
to stroke Edna’s pussy, the same way she had. Edna was getting wetter by the
moment, and she was moaning loudly. “Oh Marge, eat me out” She cried in
betwen moans. Marge didn’t know why, maybe it was a mixture of the alcohol,
her lust, or the fact her mind wasn’t in the mind it should have been, but
she lowered her tongue onto Edna’s pussy, and tasted another woman for the
first time. She was amazed at the taste, and she began to collect more and
more of Edna’s cunny honey. Marge loved the taste, and she began to lap it
up like a dog. This was killing Edna, as she hadn’t had anyone service her
in the longest time, and when Marge began to put her tongue inside her pussy,
it drove her over the edge, and as she came hard she could only say.
“Oh….Marge….fuck…you’re the best…uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh…lover I
have….oooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhh had!” She said as she nearly passed
out from the pleasure. It took her a couple minutes to catch her breath and
regain some composure, but as she did, she told Marge to come over.
“Marge, I want you to place your pussy at my mouth, and your mouth at my
pussy. We are gonna 69.” Marge did as she was told, and she moaned as Edna’s
lips were once again at her incredibly soaking pussy. She was going nuts as
she was eating a pussy and having hers eaten at the same time. Edna was
already riding the high she just had, and was getting closer and closer to
cumming again. She didn’t want to yet, and slowly she inserted three fingers
into Marge again. This time though, she put in a fourth, which was making
Marge go insane. She added her thumb, and in one move, inserted her whole
fist into Marge. This brought a huge torrent of pleasure and pain. The moving
hand in her pussy, constantly going in and out made Marge cum again, but Edna
didn’t stop. Instead, she positioned more of her hand inside of Marge, and
kept opening and closing her fist in Marge’s pussy, stretching her pussy out
and making her cum over and over, Marge couldn’t could the times she came
that night, but as Edna finally went on cloud nine with her orgasm. When they
both returned, they kissed right before they passed out.
Part 2 “Typical Situation”
Marge woke up in a foreign bed covered in sweat. She didn’t know what was
going on, but she was very confused. When she saw Mrs. Krabopple lying next
to her, the memory came back like a wave, as memories often do. She
remembered the kissing, the, the oral sex…and fisting? *Oh shit oh shit oh
shit oh shit* She got up and began putting her clothes back on. When she went
to put her shoes on, she woke Edna up.
“Morning lover, going so soon?”
“I am not your lover!” Was all Marge screamed as she exited the apartment.
Marge got in her car, and tried to form an idea of what to tell Homer and the
kids. She wasn’t a lesbian, she knew it, and she had always loved men. Even
though last night was really good *this can’t be happening*
Marge got drove into the house, she noticed everyone was still asleep. *No
one even noticed, what a bunch of ungrateful bastards* Marge began setting
the table and cooking, but all she could do was think about how hot last
night was. Every time she moved her legs she could feel how sore her pussy
was from last night. It was stretched, and very sensitive, she could feel
every little vibration.
Eventually the family Simpson came in, ate, and went out. Marge went about
her day, although she was coonstantly horny, and she even masturbated twice
that day, although she kept thinking of her and Edna’s crazy night right
before climaxing. *I need to break it off* she reasoned *I need to get some
closure, I’ll call her tonight* she said right after her second orgasm in
that masturbating session.
At six o clock, Marge called information and got Krabopple number. She
called her a little later, to be sure she was still there.
“Hel-lo?”
“Hi, Mrs. Krabopple..”
“Edna”
“Mrs. Krabopple, I wanted to talk to you about last night, I”
“Sorry Marge, the line is faulty, if you want to talk, you have to come
down here.” She said while imitating fuzz and she hung up the phone, pissing
Marge off.
“Kids, Homey, I’m going to the store, I might be gone awhile!”
“Ok” they said unanimously
Marge went out in her beat up car, and as she drove over small little
potholes, she began to get excited. *Focus Marge, don’t give into temptation
again* When She got at the apartment building Edna lived in, she knocked and
heard Edna say “Come in”
When Marge got in, she was amazed to see a huge box full of different
sexual toys. There were dildos, vibratos, double ended dildos, butt plugs,
breast milk pump, clit rings, nipple clamps, whips, chains, handcuffs,
bandanas, Chinese pleasure balls, and some ice. *What a cheap whore*
“There you are Marge” Edna said as she entered in a robe very loosely
covered, and a pair of Victory Secrets sexy underwear. She is also holding
two glasses of wine. “Care to join me?”
“NO! I don’t want to have a relationship with you, not now, not ever!”
Marge said, and she meant it.
“Well, if that is the case, then why did you come here?” Edna replied,
coolly and calmly “What?” Marge said perplexed “Well, I wanted to let you
know I didn’t want a relationship with you.”
“You could have left a message, or not said anything.” Edna said.
“I didn’t want to be rude” Marge said sheepishly.
“Mmm Hmm… Tell me something Marge” Edna said with a note of sarcasm.
“Ok, fine” Marge said, frustrated.
“Honestly, did you enjoy last night?” Edna said, as she cocked an eyebrow.
“Honestly…..well, it was probably the wine, but yes, if it makes you
happy, I did like last night. In fact I loved it.” Marge said a bit more than
she meant to say.
“Then why don’t you want to be with me?
“Because I’m a happily married woman!
“If you were so happy” She started as she moved closer towards Marge “Then
why did you stay?” She said as she took anther step “I think” step “That you”
step “Don’t want to” step “admit” step, she was not directly in front of
Marge “You love it more than anything you’ve ever loved before”
“Well, ummm..
“Kiss me Marge, kiss me!” She said as Marge was stumbling in between
words. Marge was excited, and after a minutes thought, she leaned in and
kissed Edna straight on the lips. When they finished kissing, Edna said
“Before we continue, I want you to admit”
“Admit…?” Marge said
“That you’re a dyke. That you love a pussy in your mouth just as much as
a dick in your pussy.” Edna said with a bit of authority.
“I…am a dyke.”
“Very good Marge, I want you to tell me something, have you ever had any
fantasies?”
“Fantasies?”
“Yeah, some people like to believe they’re banging a movie star, or that
they can screw a cartoon figure.”
“Well, some people are fucked up”
“Nonetheless, have you ever had any fantasies?”
“Well…there was this one, but…no, it’s stupid”
“No Marge, what is it?”
“I always kinda liked being dominated by someone, being someone’s sex toy,
their subservient sex slave.”
“Come over here” Edna said as she walked to her box of sex toys. She took
out 2 pairs of handcuffs, and an eight-inch dildo. “Marge, get on the bed.”
Marge did as she was told with a giggle. “Put your arms on the posts.” Marge
did, and Edna quickly attached the handcuffs, trapping Marge, and giving her
no choice as to what she can do. Edna slowly pulled off Marge’s clothing,
taking her time as Marge quivered in anticipation. Edna took the dildo, and
began to rub it at Marge’s pussy.
“Ohhh…yea…fuck me Edna…”
“What was that slave?”
“Mistress Edna” Marge cooed as Edna began fucking her. Marge was soaking
within minutes as she was living out her fantasy and being fucked as well.
Edna had six inches in her pussy, but just as Marge was close to cumming, she
took it out. Marge looked back to see what was wrong, and she saw Edna go
back and get another two pairs of handcuffs. Edna chained her legs to the
posts as well, leaving Marge’s legs and arms spread out, and open to access.
When Edna returned, Marge said “Please, please, I need release Mistress
Edna.”
“First slave, eat my cunt out” Edna said as she walked to Marge, and
lowered her pussy onn Marge’s mouth as Edna sat on Marge’s face. Marge was
going crazy since she couldn’t do anything to make her cum, meanwhile Edna’s
pussy was almost smothering her, but she loved the taste and she couldn’t
stop eating, she was in a sexual fervor. When Edna finally came, she sat
completely on Marge’s face, forcing her to eat every drop up. And eat she
did, until she was covered in Edna’s wet juicy cum.
“Now slave, you can come” Edna said as she rammed eight inches into
Marge’s pussy all at once, Marge gave a cry as the pain brought her over the
edge. Marge screamed as she came hard. Edna meanwhile went into her box of
goodies, and took out the milk pump.
“Marge, I was bored today and I went into your file in the school, and I
saw that you recently had a baby Margaret. I figured that we would be getting
a bit thirsty during this session, perhaps you could get us a drink?” Marge
couldn’t understand what Edna meant, she didn’t see the milk pump, but when
Edna turned around, and her face became pale.
“Mistress, you can’t!” Marge protested
“Shh….it’ll be all-good in a minute my slave” She said as she took the
pump to her breast. Marge moaned as it hit her already sensitive nipple, and
milk began to squirt inside. As the milk began to come in a more steady
fashion, Edna pulled a 9-inch vibrator, an 18-inch dildo, and two nipple
clamps and a clip ring. By the time she had returned, one of Marge’s breasts
was completely drained, so she got a new bottle and drained the other. While
the second was being drained, Edna placed a clamp on her first breast, making
Marge bite her lip in pleasure and pain. Edna waited for the other to fill,
and placed a clamp there. Then she went and picked up the dildo. It was 18
inches long, had a head that was 2 inches thick and the rest was an inch and
a half, and it was jet black. Edna placed it at Marge’s feet, and took out
the eight-inch dildo.
She placed the head in, and Marge cried in ecstasy. The sheer size of the
mammoth in her was turning her so incredibly on. Edna didn’t need any
lubrication, as Marge’s pussy was already wet from before. As Edna slowly
worked in the first six inches, she could hear Marge panting heavily, as
though she was working to fit it in. Edna kept pushing though, and soon she
had nine inches, half of the beast inside Marge’s stretched out and soaking
pussy.
“Marge, I just realized, you haven’t anything to do with your ass yet!”
She said as she grabbed the vibrator.
“No mistress, please!” Marge begged
“Fine, I’ll just let you suck on it” She said as she took the vibrator,
and placed it in the baby bottle full of Marge’s own milk. Then she took it,
and placed it in Marge’s mouth. Marge moaned as for the first time she tasted
her own sweet milk, and then suddenly Edna placed it on. Marge moaned at the
constant action in her mouth, as Edna resumed her work. Marge, still with the
taste of her own milk, was having her pussy violated. She could feel it
stretch out, as Edna fit another inch in, and finally she came hard again.
When she finished, Edna took out a strap on dildo, and placed it on Marge.
“Fuck me Marge, fuck me like the dirty whore you know I am! Hit me like a
grand slam in the ninth!” Marge heard, as Edna climbed on top of her and
lowered her pussy on Marge’s large strap on cock. Edna got on top and slammed
down, making the beast rub on Marge as well. Marge kept pushing back as Edna
kept slamming on the cock, trying to please Edna and also to cum herself.
Edna arched her back to fit more in her pussy, and soon she was filled with
the entire length. After a minute of this, she came with her back arched at
a 90-degree angle.
When she finished, she slid off the plastic strap on, and it was still
gleaming with her juice. Edna went back to her box of goodies and took out
another vibrator, and dipped it Marge’s milk. She then took it and placed the
tip at Marge’s puckered anus. Marge big her lip as she slowly pressed it into
the ring, and Marge cried out in passion. Marge had only been fucked there
once, Homer had wanted to try something different, but when he fucked her
there, he didn’t use any lubrication, so it hurt so bad she could barely sit
for a week. But this time she had her ass sweaty from all the fucking, and
her milk helped lubricate it as she cried out, being violated but loving
every second. After a couple of minutes, Edna had worked the entire size up
her ass, and she left it there. Then Edna took the strap on and began to fuck
Marge’s breasts. Marge was sensitive, like she always was after she was
drained, and the fact she had been having sex like this her nipples felt like
they were on fire.
As Edna continued fucking, she kept moaning harder as she was coming. Edna
took Marge’s large breasts, aand brought them to her mouth so Marge could
suck on her own breasts. Marge was so turned on as she was biting her own
nipples. When Edna finished cumming, she took a bottle of Marge’s milk and
poured it over Marge’s face and breasts, covering her in her own juice. Marge
continued to suck on her own breasts, then suddenly Edna turned on the
vibrator in her ass, making her violent cum as she tasted her breasts milk.
When she had finished, Edna began to speak.
“Slave, you now have to follow my every demand. Do you understand?
“Yes mistress.
“First, you will stop having sex with your husband. No matter what. If he
tries to, say you’ll yell rape.”
“Yes mistress.”
“Second, you will stop feeding your daughter breast milk. You will give
your daughter baby formula. You are to take your entire breast milk, keep it
preserved and deliver it to me. Not one drop goes elsewhere, understand?”
“Yes.”
“Say it”
“Not one drop goes elsewhere mistress.,”
“Good, now third you have to wear a butt plug no matter where you go,
unless you are taking a shit. Even in the shower, even when pissing.
“Yes mistress
“Finally, you have a dog, right?
“Yes mistress
“If you ever get horny, you can only fuck your dog, you can’t masturbate.
No matter what. If you do fuck your dog, you have to take his knot in your
pussy and let him blow his load in you, do you understand?
“yes mistress”
“Then go to sleep Marge, tomorrow you start your new life as a slave.”
Part 3 “Best of What’s Around”
As Marge woke again, she was still strapped to the bed. Edna was in the
other room, and she was dressing.
“Oh, I forgot about you” she said as she unlocked the handcuffs. “I have
to go for the weekend, so you can’t please me, remember the four rules.” She
said as she exited the apartment. Marge got up, placed in the butt plug, and
put her clothes on and drove home. The butt plug in her body continually
rubbed up against her pussy, and she drove home. When she got home, everyone
was still asleep, except the dog and cat, which were both running about
crazy. Marge let them out as she woke everyone up.
“I’m gonna go find the bunch of lawyers that keep trying to fuck Pal and
try to kill them all like all the gerbils on “Gerbil Genocide” on his site,”
Bart said as he put his red cap on and walked out
the door.
“I’m going to play with my friend Janey and try to find a direct
correlation between the mutated animals and the power plant.” Lisa said as
she walked out.
“I’m off to Moes!” Homer blurted out as he walked.
Marge was home alone as she began to clean. When she walked, the butt
plug kept rubbing on her, making her incredibly horny. She remembered she
couldn’t touch herself, so she continued her daily chores, no matter what.
After spending an hour on the laundry, she was about to burst, and she had a
huge wet spot on her dress. She went to put all the laundry in each person’s
room, and as she went back downstairs to start lunch, she heard scratching.
*Shit, the dog* she thought as she let the dog in. He was big and wet, it
looked like he had run through a sprinkler.
The dog noticed the spot in her dress, and put his nose there to sniff
the weird smell from between the human’s legs. When he dug his nose in,
Marge let out a gentle moan, and a wicked idea formed. She remembered that
Edna would let her fuck her dog, as long as she took the knot and let the
dog finish his load in her. She knew the dog hadn’t fucked a bitch for years,
so he would be willing. Marge brought the dog to her room, locked the door,
and took off her dress. She got on her hands and knees, and said.
“Come on boy, can’t you smeeeeeeeellll” She cried as the dog jumped on
her back and wildly began humping air. She reached back and helped guide the
dog’s 10 inch pink member inside of her gaping soaked pussy. She moaned as
the dog began to hump her wildly. His entire cock shot right into her hot
box. He pumped wildly, as soon as he did, he could feel the dog’s knot begin
to grow. She felt it, it was as big as a baseball. She moaned as it slowly
began to penetrate her, then as soon as she came, the dog slammed it all the
way in, making her cry out, which forced the dog to shoot his massive load
inside of her. The dog kept cumming and cumming for ten minutes! He
completely filled her pussy, and she felt so tight that she came again. The
dog stayed there, making sure that his bitch would have his children. She
moaned at the thought of the entire dog cum swimming around in her pussy,
trying to make her pregnant. After half an hour, the dog’s cock was small
enough to come out, with an audible “pop”. She took the dog’s dick, and took
as much cum as she could. She took all the cum and tasted it. It tasted great
to her, not as good as Edna’s honey but much better than Homer’s salty cum.
After the dog came out, Marge noticed it was still semi hard, and she got
a wicked idea. Moving her head down to the dog’s cock, she gently placed it
in her mouth, and as soon as she did, the dog’s cock grew to full strength
within thirty seconds. The dog, unused to oral sex, tried desperately to face
fuck Marge. The violence and speed of the dogs fucking both turned Marge on
and made her scared. Santa’s Little helper had his entire dick down her
throat, and his hairy balls kept banging Marge’s face. The dog let out a howl
as he came, blowing another huge load all over Marge, most of it going
directly inter her stomach, but some of it covered her face.
Marge went to the shower to clean herself off, and as she turned the hot
water on and let her hair down, it was caught on something. Upon further
inspection she found that her hair had gotten stuck on her butt-plug, and
Marge had to spend 15 minutes trying to get it cleaned off, all the while the
plug was rubbing her pussy over and over again, making her more and more
excited. When she finally finished her shower, she realized she had to make
some lunch for everyone.
The rest of the day went just the same, except for the fact Marge was
constantly horny and nearly jumped on top of any phallic symbol she could get
a hold of. Later that night, as Marge was getting ready to go to sleep, Homer
woke her up.
“Marge” Homer said softly “I was hoping we could ‘Rock the Kasbah’
tonight”
“No Homey, I don’t feel like it. I’ve got a headache” Marge was quick to
reply.
“Oh, but I wanna have sex now! Come on, please? Just a little bit?” Homer
asked in his five year old whine voice.
“I said no Homer, now go to bed!” Marge said with quite a bit of
authority.
“Awww, come on! I need this!” Homer pleaded.
“Fine Homey, just let me get myself ready” Marge said as she went to the
bathroom “Ok honey, but don’t make me wait too long, don’t let the Homey
fires…..” He started as he passed out and began to snore with a hint of
drool cascading from his open lips.
Part 4 “Lover Lay Down”
Marge couldn’t wait, she had been patient all weekend and finally her
master would be home. She couldn’t wait to be pleased by her experienced
ways. It had been tough. The dog wouldn’t walk the same for a couple of days
after she had her way, and Homer would be horny as all hell for a long time,
but she didn’t care, she made it.
About 9:00pm she got a call.
“Well hello there, say, I have some stuff for your son Bart I want to go
over, I was wondering if you would be interested in coming to my place right
now?”
“I’m on my way!” Marge said quickly as she hung the phone up and ran out
the door without even giving the family a lame-ass excuse. She sped the
entire way to Edna’s apartment, making sure she got there as soon as
possible. She carried the jug of her own breast milk, which was almost half
full. When she did enter, she found Edna wearing a leather corset.
“So slave, tell me, how was your weekend?”
“Agonizing. I couldn’t stand being away from you for so long.”
“Well then, why don’t you get a bit more comfortable?”
That was all Marge needed, she quickly shed off every garment of clothing,
except her butt plug.
“Eat me out” was all Edna said, and Marge dropped to her knees quicker
than a white house intern 🙂 Marge began to slowly lick Edna’s entire pussy,
while Edna continued to get wetter and wetter. Edna was getting incredibly
aroused, so before long Edna took a strap on and put it around Marge’s waste.
“Fuck me, fuck me hard” Edna said as Marge thrusted. Edna came hard, it
was her first in days, and she shook violently for more than a minute. When
she finished, Edna took Marge to her bed, and pulled out her double-ended
dildo out. She eased it into her, and positioned Marge to do the same. Slowly
they spread their legs out, and grabbed each other’s hands, and as they began
to push each other forward, they slowly fit it in so that it was entirely
inside of them both. As they fucked more and more, they both began to loudly
moan, and cry out in ecstasy.
Meanwhile
“What is mom doing here?” Lisa said as she opened the back passenger door
of her parents red car. She looked around for her mom, then she realized that
she was near the home of her brother’s teacher, Mrs. Krabopple. “So she was
telling the truth” Lisa said under her breath. Lisa walked towards the
building, and started looking through the windows. All she saw through the
first was the Mayor with a busty redhead, a man eating alone, and a lady with
a room full of cats.
Suddenly, Lisa heard a moan from above. She stopped and listened again,
and she heard her mom scream out. Lisa ran towards the door, and found it
unlocked. She ran into it and heard the moans louder, as well as the teachers
to add onto. She saw the door half open, and when she entered it she saw her
mother and the teacher riding each other on a pink double dildo. They were so
engrossed in the moment and they were making so much noise that they didn’t
hear for a moment the little girl come in, they only noticed when she saw
what her mom was doing, and passed out.
When Lisa came to, she was on the bed her mother and Mrs. K had been
fucking on, but there was a new sheet.
“Whaaaaa?” Lisa made out, confused
“Relax honey, you just passed out” Marge said sympathetically. She hadn’t
planned on this, and she really didn’t plan on telling her children, so she
didn’t know how to explain this to her girl.
“How long was I out for?” Lisa asked
“Almost half an hour honey” Marge said, and then watched her young child
as she remembered what happened.
“Mom, what were you and Mrs. Krabopple doing?” Lisa asked, wide eyed and
partially worried and partially intrigued.
Part 5 “What Would You Say”
“Well honey, you see, Mrs. K and I, we were, umm, uh…” Marge stumbled in
her speech, both of shame and nervousness.
“Having sex dear, we were having sex.” Edna said as she entered the room
from behind Marge’s head.
“Yes Lisa, we were, having….sex.” Marge conceded the truth.
“Ummm….I thought only a man and a woman could, not two women.” Lisa
tried to reason in her mind, she was going through a whole.
“Oh no dearie, any amount of people can have sex, from two men, two women,
a man and a woman, and a mixed pairings.
“But only married people in love are supposed to have sex I thought.” Lisa
said.
“Hah! That’s a good one Lisa. No, anyone at anytime can have sex with
anyone they want to, it’s just a matter of concession and age, and a lot of
times not those.” Edna said as though she was in a classroom. Lisa nodded her
head in agreement, this struck her as something interesting. She had heard
the boys in school say they had screwed girls, but she had always taken it as
just lies spread to increase their popularity. But now…
“So, then….can you show me?”
“Show you what honey?” Marge asked, her voice full of apprehension.
“Can you show me how to have sex?” Lisa said, unsure of the answer that
would be returned. Marge shuddered at the thought.
“Umm…honey, it really isn’t something to teach someone you’re age.”
Marge said, hoping the answer would satisfy her. It didn’t.
“If you won’t tell me, I’ll tell everyone in town” Lisa threatened. She
didn’t really plan on it, but she knew her mom would fold. She had been at
church, and even if what her mom was doing was legal, it certainly wouldn’t
go well with the church, or the town in general.
“Lisa, honey, please…” Marge started.
“No mom, I mean it!” Lisa yelled.
“Fine dear, come over here and I’ll teach you.” Edna said. She took her
robe off. “Lisa, take your clothes off, and listen to everything that I tell
you to do. Don’t question my lessons.” Was all Edna said.
Lisa quickly responded, and in under a minute she had shed her ugly dress
and shoes, and was naked in front of her mother and her brother’s teacher,
who was completely naked.
“Lisa, I want you to just lie down and wait a second.” Edna said as she
pointed towards the bed. Lisa lay down on her back. “Now Lisa, these here are
where your breasts will eventually grow. Right now your nipples are small but
soon they will grow, and respond to when someone touches them.” Edna said, as
she massaged the child’s nipples for a moment. Marge, who had been watching
the whole time, was getting slightly aroused, and she tried to cover the damp
spot that was forming in between her legs. Edna made her way down the young
girl’s body, to in between her legs.
“See this right here?” Edna said as she began to stroke Lisa’s little
clit. “This is your clitoris. It makes a woman aroused if a man rubs on it,
or if he even licks it or sucks on it. Would you like me to now dear?”
“Uhhh…” Lisa hesitated.
“If you’re not prepared for it…” Edna started
“No, please, do it now.” Lisa said. Edna slowly lowered her head to the
girls virgin lips, and began to stroke it. She continually rubbed all over
Lisa’s pussy, which slowly began to get wet. Edna suddenly stopped, and
before Lisa could see, Edna replaced her fingers with her tongue. Marge was
getting more and more turned on, as the sight of her daughter being eaten out
was making unbearably hot. She tried to hide the fact she was slowly stroking
her own now puffy wet lips, but to no avail. Edna continued, and Lisa was
building up for the first orgasm of her life. Lisa felt like she was going to
erupt, that was how bad this was hitting her. When she finally came, she came
so hard she let out what seemed like pints of her pre-teen honey all over
Edna’s lips and mouth, which she greedily lapped up like a dog.
Marge slowly walked over, just in time to see her first daughter finish
off her very first orgasm. Edna quickly grabbed Marge, and threw her on the
bed, right next to her daughter.
“Lisa, come over here” Edna said.
“No, you can’t” Marge said with a false amount of parental restriction.
She was incredibly turned on, and gave little other resistance. Lisa came up
and moved over to her mother’s open legs.
“Lisa, stroke your mother’s pussy, all over here” Was all Marge could
hear, as suddenly she felt the small hands of her daughter feeling her pussy.
The idea of her daughter feeling her pussy excited her. Over and over the
young, inexperienced hands went over her labia and clit, slowly learning the
contours of her mother’s wet cunt. Suddenly, she felt the hands disappear,
and some talking. Then a tongue was suddenly on her, making her wetter and
wetter. When she looked down she saw her daughter’s head buried in between
her legs, and that thought alone made her cum hard. Throughout her entire
orgasm, Lisa kept licking, and rubbing, which gave her smaller aftershock
orgasm. After she finished, her daughter, whose face was covered with cum,
said to her.
“Mom, will you eat out my cunt?” in her cute little old voice. Marge
couldn’t resist, and she took her daughter and placed her on the bed. Marge
went down to her child’s wet hole, and slowly began to caress it. Marge
brought her tongue out, and began to slowly lick and suck on Lisa clit. Edna
took this little intermission of hers and went into her box of goodies. Marge
never saw it coming, but suddenly Edna began to fuck her with an eight-inch
dildo. Marge moaned into her daughter’s pussy, driving Lisa wild. Lisa was
trying hard not to cum yet, she didn’t want to climax, she loved the
pleasure. With a cry, Edna filled Marge’s pussy with the dildo, making Marge
penetrate her daughter with her tongue. Lisa moaned as she came, and before
long Marge also came. This was the first time she had been fucked while
eating a pussy. It would not be her last.
“Hey, huff, what’s that?” Lisa said as she pointed at the pink strap on.
“That’s a strap on dildo dear, women strap it onto themselves so they can
fuck one another. Would you like to try it?” Edna said.
“Sure, I guess” Lisa said, as Edna brought it over to her. The strap on
was nine inches long on the end that fucked the other women, and six inches
onto the fucker.
“Before you can fuck someone with this, you have to pop your cheery. Do
you know what that is?” Edna asked like a teacher.
“That’s my hymen, but I already broke it once when I crashed my bike.”
Lisa said, remembering the blood that came out of there that had freaked her
so.
“Ok dear, let’s start” Edna said as she slowly began to penetrate the
young girl’s wet vagina. Edna took the end to Lisa’s slim opening, and slowly
began to work it inside the girls soaked hole. Lisa moaned as she had been
penetrated for the first time. She moaned as Edna inched the intrusion in
piece by piece. When it was all the way in, Edna tightened the belt around
the young girls waist. The phallic belt seemed extra large on such a small
girl.
“Lisa, go fuck you mom. Come on Marge say it.”
“Lisa hon, please, screw me. Screw me hard” Marge said. She really hadn’t
ever dreamt of having sex with her child, but she hadn’t dreamt on having sex
with a woman either.
Lisa went over to her mother, and slowly entered the tip of the plastic to
the entrance to her mother’s hole. She slowly began to fuck her, slowly at
first because she didn’t know how, but she began to quicken slightly. Edna
was getting so hot and horny that she began to cheer them on.
“Go on, fuck your mom, fill her up. Stick it in further, fill it. Fill the
hole you came from. Fuck your mom hard. Fill her slut cunt. The slut pussy
that you came out of. Fuck the whore, deeper, make her feel your cock all the
way up her hole. Harder girl, faster, all the way. Stick in it further. Put
your whole meaty cock in your slutty mothers gaping fucking hole.”
Lisa was getting hornier and hornier, as was Marge. Lisa was taking Edna’s
advice and filled her mother’s pussy with the fake cock. She could feel the
heat from her mother as she fucked it over and over, driving both of them
closer to ecstasy. Suddenly Edna lowered her head to the action, sucking
greedily on the juices that flowed there. The combination of her daughter’s
fucking, Edna’s sucking, and the forbidden lust of it all threw Marge over
the edge, and she came hard. Edna took out the strap on, and quickly threw it
down on throat, while Lisa still fucked. This sent Lisa over the edge as Edna
continued to push back, and Lisa had an orgasm so hard she knocked out. Edna
finished licking the juices off of the strap on and said to Marge, “That was
fun, we’ll have to do this again lover.”
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Beth is finding it difficult dealing with her brother being inside and then he gets beaten up. Beth is then blackmailed but finds giving into the demands of the prisoner and being controlled by him to her liking
I’m so addicted to sex
This will be the final part of this story. the reason will become clearer once you have read it. I am really sorry for the long wait and i hope this will be a good christmas/haunukkah/yule present for you all.
She was pretty, although chubby
The making of a young slut continues