I want to start off by thanking Jay for the proof reading and most of all the input for these new chapters. And to the readers. I know from the comments this isn’t the way some of you hoped it would go, all I can say is hang in there.
There is a lot of build up and establishing of relationships in this story; to fully understand the relationship be sure to read part 1. The sex will come in the next part or so. Thanks for reading! And for those of you who recognized the names and scenerio, the back story is based on Four Brothers
Nancy finds out more about her secual tastes and desires as her boyfriend Paul introduces her to new experiences
Jeanette has started dating Jake, a little reluctantly. She wants to try to have a normal relationship with a boy. She has stopped trying to deny that she enjoys her girl time with Cynthia but that seems as if it may diminish.
Part 2:Authors note: in part one I thought my checker was working, it wasn’t so there are probably a lot of spelling errors, and I apologize for it, hopefully this next part will help make up for it. And I’m even gonna try to proof read it to make sure I have everything right.
In my last story I was remembering my favorite sleep over my daughter Lori had, it’s now about 18 months since then. But first a little more about the home life. While I was married to my lovely wife for only about 8 months, we had been going out for 4 years, dating thru high school. My being allowed, and even encouraged to fuck my wife’s friends so she could keep her virginity, and gave it to me as a graduation gift, I in return gave her our child, a one in a million shot as she was on the pill.
My wife died during child birth, and later found it was due to the doctors screwing things up in delivery and after a lengthy legal battle I won and got an upfront sum of $500,000 and a yearly stipend for the next 30 years of $250,000 paid weekly with yearly ‘raises’ as in order to pay that out I was put on staff as a consultant of sorts which forces them to do raises each year for living adjustments. So all in all I can afford to give my daughter what she needs and wants, and still live the way I want without working.
But I do work, I’m a free lance computer tech and home security and automation, while Lori was young I would take computer courses and have my parents or my wife’s’ parents babysit while I was at class. I make a fair bit of money at it, I don’t have long hours and can spend time with my daughter and her friends as often as I like. Which brings me to my next story
Lori is 12 now, going on 13 in a few months. I had taken Lori and Melody (apparently Loris BFF since that night in the last story) to the mall and decided to let her go with the Check Card. It would be part of my Birthday gift to her. The first store she went into was Victoria Secret. Now I don’t mind the lingerie stores but to see my daughter going into one had me a bit embarrassed as I followed her in, keeping my distance from her, she knows I”m there but I try not to get in her way.
What surprises me is the fact she comes over to me and asks me what I think of a matching bra and panty set, if you can all it that. It was in fact a half cup bra, lacy and white, and a thong of see thru material. She really caught me off guard as I stammered. “looks a-a bit revealing baby girl sure that is something you want to wear?” and she replies as any little girl would, “oh yes daddy, can I get it please? Pretty pleaseeeee?” and of course I give into her. “oh thank you daddy!” she gives me a hug around the neck then runs off to her friend. About 30 minutes later and $300 lighter in the bank account we leave Victoria Secret and go to a few more shops where Lori gets more clothes and several hundred more dollars lighter, we catch dinner at a fine casual restaurant then head home.
Melody stays over for the night as its only Saturday, and as I clean up the downstairs as I hear the girls up stairs giggling, no doubt putting on a fashion show for each other, my mind races as I imagine the two of them dressing and undressing themselves, even each other. My mind goes back to that night when I first saw Lori eating Melody out. I shake my head to snap out of those thoughts and plop down on the couch and turn on the TV. Soon after I hear my daughters door open up and then quiet, as I look up and catch Melody coming down the stairs to head for the kitchen. But what shocked me was she was in just lingerie the half-cup bra and thong Lori picked out, but in red. I can’t keep my eyes off of her. Her breasts filling out those half cups, her nipples half way exposed, dark brown aureola and hard eraser tip nipples. She pretends to not notice me as she walks past as I watch her sway her ass in that thong, leaving little to the imagination, the only modesty she has is the small strip of fabric covering her pussy. A few minutes later she comes out of the kitchen with a plate of snack foods and drinks for she and Lori and walks past again and gives me a little wink as she walks up stairs again.
I wait to hear the door close as I race to the bathroom push down my pants and begin to jerk my cock. A couple of minutes later I erupt into the toilet, trying hard to stifle my groans of my orgasm. I swear I heard giggling outside the bathroom door but by the time I clean myself up and exit the bathroom one one is around. I go back to watching the TV until around 10 and then head up stairs and notice Loris door is open a crack and the lights on I can’t help but peek into the crack, which has a direct view to her bed, and to my surprise I see Lori on her back, legs spread, and totally naked, and in-between those legs is Melody, she too totally naked. I can’t help but watch the girl-on-girl show, Melodys ass in the air, her legs spread a little and this time I get a good look at her pretty little cunt, hairless and wet, the lips parted slightly as she is bent over face first into my daughters little snatch.
I can hear my little girl moaning and cooing as her best friend eats her pussy. Having cum a few hours ago my cock is rock hard again as I know I shouldn’t watch but can’t help it as my hand snakes into my pants and pulls my member out and begins to slowly stroke. I watch as Melodys tongue licks up and down the slit, pushing into my daughters virgin (hopefully) cunt. Loris head falls back and I can hear her sigh in pleasure as she reaches down and pushes her friends head against her cunt. Melody’s ass wiggles from side to side as she eats her friend, licking and sucking at her cunt, pushing her tongue into her snatch and wiggling it around to cause Lori to squirm and let out a pleasant moan “oh Melody, you like my young pussy don’t you?” Lori coaxing her friend on and all she can do is moan and nod her head as she redoubles her efforts on her friends cunt.
As I watch, my cock throbs and I jerk it faster and harder, my eyes glued to the scene before me in the crack of the door. I can hear Loris moans, and Melody slurping at my daughters cunt. Before long Lori is humping Melodys face before she lets out a low moan, obviously trying to keep it down as she cums hard on her friends face. After about 30 seconds or so she relaxes and falls down to her bed and pull Melody up and give her a full lip locked kiss, obviously tasting her own juices as they kiss. Quietly I move away from the door and head to the bed room where I strip out of my clothes and replay the scene in my head as I continue to jerk my cock and finally cum once again, spraying cum all over my chest as I moan out Loris name.
As I clean up I realize I’m seeing my daughter in a more sexual light, having moaned her name as I came. Allowing her such sexually charged underwear, let alone not stopping her and her friend, being too young for such activities, but realizing she is a more mature woman then most, she seems to be in control of this relationship. Perhaps I should keep a closer eye on them and their activities.
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Victoria has been cautious around her sister recently but now she is ready to take their relationship further. She has bought a toy and wants to try it out.
I am debating on if this should be the final part or not. Depending on how much people like it I will do another part
hands felt in the dark…..
Hello. My name is Greg. I want to tell you about what is probobally the most wonderful thing that happened to me during my high school years. It started out as a disaster, but eventally turned into what could only be described as a miracle.
We all remember high school, the adrenaline jungle littered with short skirts, tank tops, hip huggers, and those gifts from God that we simply call low-cut tees. At the time, and to this very day, I was fascinated with breasts, and the low-cut shirts were my guardian angel, ensuring that I would indeed survive high school. I would spend entire class periods staring down girls shirts. Occasionally I would be caught and called a perv, but there were those occasions, albeit rare, when the girl would slyly smile and let that neckline fall lower and lower until the only obstacle of a nip-slip was a pink laced bra. Although I adored breasts more than life itself, I had never actually seen one, internet aside. Unfortunantly my classes were only a half hour, but after school, I was in for another treat. Most people wanted to go home to spend time with their friends, or hang out at the mall, or be with their girlfriend. Personally, I didn’t have many friends, the prospect of the mall was unreachable, and I had never had a girlfriend. Rather, I looked forward to being released from school for the bus ride itself. From the school to my house was about 45 minutes, and the bus had maybe nine people on a good day. But luckly for me, one of those few students was a certain girl. Her name was Terri. She had the most magnificent breasts I had ever seen, whch were accented by the fact that she wore an extra low cut shirt day after day. She sat in the seat across the isle from me, and often she would sleep on the way home. Another blessing was the fact that the road to our area was filled with potholes. Every time we hit one, it seemed as if her breasts were just eager to leap up out of that shirt. Every day I would stare at her breasts, never getting tired. At home, and on a few occasions on the bus, I would jack off to alot of the girls at school, but always finish to Terri. The magnificent shape of her breasts, the perfect curve to them, the way they bounced. They were, at my guess, 42 D’s.
The days went by and I would see new peeks but always be enticed by the sight of Terri’s breasts. Not a day went by that I didn’t look, and on one day that she was sick, I thought for sure I was going to die, only being saved by the fact that I saw what I thought might have been a nipple earlier that day. She never seemed to notice that I was staring. A few times I was tempted to reach over and feel them, but always seemed to find a reason not to. And then, on that fateful wednesday, it happened. The day had been slow. It was cold, so nobody was wearing a low cut shirt. But I knew Terri would. The day seemed to last for hours. People were yapping on and on about the snow outside, but I could care less. People seemed entice by the white wonderland of snow, while I couldn’t get my mind off of the bountiful wonderland or Terri’s mounds. Finally, the 3 o’clock bell rang and I rushed to the bus. Terri arrived a few minutes later in a georgeous blue shirt, low cut of course. The first low-cut peek I had seen all day, my dick snapped to attention the second she stepped onto the bus. She sat down and closed her eyes. I sat with my legs on the seat, and when I was absolutely positive nobody was looking (the bus was near empty, and the bus driver couldn’t see anyways) I whipped out my cock and began stroking it. I stared at her magnificent breasts, so full and protruding from her shirt, while stroking myself. I was in heaven. When I felt that I could take it no longer, I stopped and started to put my dick in my pants. I didn’t want to end blowing my load all over the seats again. Suddenly, the bus jerked and I was lurched to the side. The bus driver had been cut off and hit the brakes to ensure not to hit the slow driver. Terri was thrown out of her seat onto me, and the bus driver shouted a mixture of swears and apologies. I looked down to Terri on my lap, and she looked up, sleepily.
“Are you hurt?” I asked.
“No.” She replied.
Then we both looked down to my lap, where my rock-hard boner was softly nestled between her breasts. She looked up at me with a mixture of shock and surprise. At that moment, the bus pulled up to my house. I shoved my dick in my pant and flew off the bus. As soon as I got inside, I locked the door and crouched down holding my head. I was screwed. My dick fell into her cleavage. Why me? Then I noticed that the crotch of my pants were soaked with semen. I stared in disbelief as I tried to remember when I came. Was it before or after I pushed Terri off? Did I blow my load in her cleavage? Oh, God, what does she think…?
The next day, I skipped school. I rented out a house by myself, so I didn’t have to play sick to any parents. The entire morning I stayed in my bed just replaying yesterdays events. The next day, friday, I decided to man up and went back to school. I expected to hear rude remarks or find cops waiting for me, but nothing happened. Nobody even seemed to know. I was still cautious throughout the day. When 3 o’clock came around, I considered just walking the 20 miles home, but I knew it was ridiculous. I would just have to man up and hope Terri understood. Yeah right. I stepped on the mostly empty bus and chsoe a seat at the back far away from everyone else. I looked out the window and hoped Terri wouldn’t show up. We had been sitting there 5 minutes, and the bus started up, but just before the bus started rolling the something touched my arm. I had been so deep in though, I nearly hit the roof of the bus. I quickly looked who was next to me and saw Terri looking at me. I backed as far into the corner as I could and stammerred.
“Your name is Greg, right?” she asked. “Y…yeah.” I replied. She rested her hand on mine. “Greg I want to talk to you about the other day.” I felt my face burn red. Obviously she could tell because she said “Don’t be embarassed. I know that you’ve been looking at me.” She smiled at me and I felt my face become less red. “I’ll tell you a secret. Do you know what I have for the last class of the day?” I shook my head. “I…I never see you during the day, only on the bus.” I replied. “Well, then you wouldn’t know what I usually wear.” Saying this, she reached into her backpack and pulled out a regular t-shirt. It looked like some sort of hiddeous demon thats goal was to hide boobs. I looked up at her quizically. “I wear this most of the day, and since my last class is gym, I change into a low-cut shirt instead of my usual shirts.” She must have seen I was confused and added “I usually don’t like guys staring at my boobs. I only wear low-cut shirts because I noticed that you liked them, and, well, I kinda like you.” She was the one blushing now. I just sat there dumbfounded. She wore them for me? And other times she wore that hiddeous thing? This must be a dream. I looked at her. She looked back at me, her ice-blue eyes looking nervous, almost like she would cry. I smiled at her. “You…You really do this just for me?” She nodded. “I’ve always wanted you to like them, so I do my best. Wednesday was amazing. Were you thinking about me?” I looked at her and wondered if she realized how I felt. “Of course I was. There is nobody else as beautiful as you and nobody else that I would rather think about.” When I said this, she smiled. “In that case, would you like to feel them?” I felt my mouth drop open. I thought I would faint. “Are you serious?” She smiled and replied “Of course!” She moved closer to me and grabber my hands, pulling them towards her, and placing them on her breasts. I had never felt anything like it. As she removed her hands, I fondled the clothed part, then I slowly moved my hands upwards. Just as I was about the feel her bare breasts, the bus stopped. I looked out the window and saw my house. I looked up at Terri, and she said “Don’t worry. We’ll finish where we left off on monday.” With that, she moved out of my seat and let me out. I walked off the bus, looked back, and I saw Terri pull down her shirt and bare more cleavage then ever through the window. I began to walk back to the house, stopped, then thought to myself “How am I going to make it through the weekend?”
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1970’s – Italian city school girl goes out to deliver her scout cookies but finds trouble in a changing neighborhood.
The third part to my pain and pleasure of loving and losing
One day, Pete complained to his friend, “My elbow really hurts. I guess I should see a doctor.” His friend said, “Don’t do that. There’s a computer at the drug store that can diagnose anything quicker and cheaper than a doctor. Simply put in a sample of your urine, and the computer will diagnose your problem and tell you what you can do about it. And it only costs $10.00.
Pete figured he had nothing to lose, so he filled a jar with a urine sample and went to the drug store. Finding the computer, he poured in the sample and deposited the $10.00. The computer started making some noise and various lights started flashing. After a brief pause, out popped a small slip of paper which read: You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water, avoid heavy labor. It will be better in two weeks…….
That evening while thinking how amazing this new technology was and how it would change medical science forever, he began to wonder if this computer could be fooled. He decided to give it a try. He mixed together some tap water, a stool sample from his dog, and urine samples from his wife and daughter. To top it off, he masturbated into the concoction. He went back to the drug store, located the computer, poured in the sample and deposited the $10.00. The machine again made the usual noises, flashed its lights, and printed out the following analysis: Your tap water is too hard. Get a water softener. Your dog has ringworm. Bathe him with anti-fungal shampoo. Your daughter is using cocaine. Put her in a rehabilitation clinic. Your wife is pregnant ……. twin girls. They aren’t yours. Get a lawyer. And if you don’t stop jerking off, your elbow will never get better.
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At this time in the story we find ourselve’s at Furinkan highschool and get to see what became of the five unlucky girls “Stamped As Meat”.
This is a fantasy I’ve always thought about. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy thinking about it
Kyle and his harem crosses over into the Djinn world and find a naked Aaliyah, but is it the real Aaliyah?
Although this story starts without much action don’t worry it will catch up very quickly.
I hope you like it and if you don’t tell me why.
English is not my first langage so my use of it might be clumsy at times.
Sarah is a high school girl who’s having a rough year. She comes from a very wealthy family – making most their money from oil – but at the moment it’s just her and her dad in a big house, oh yeah, one can’t forget Sarah’s new best friend Charlie.
Swimmers are good at keeping secrets
I feel what its like being a girl
This is my first story. Leave a comment to tell me how I could make it better.
a wife and her husband decide to spice up there sex life by switching partners
This story is so true, it will hurt your teeth.
THE VOYEUR
I know you are there, for you are always there!
Is it because I’m young and oh so hot,
and ache all day with longing to be kissed
and dream all night of lovely smooth-skinned boys
and rigid cocks of muscled men that squirt
with lust for me as often as I wish?
I know you are there, for you are always there…
outside my window looking in each night,
watching my shadow writhing on the blind,
baring my body in a lewd lascivious dance,
casting off my garments one by one
until I fall down panting on my bed,
clutching my pillow high between my thighs,
riding to the rhythm of your unseen hand.
I know you are there, for you are always there!
I hear your footsteps on the lonely street
following the slender clicking of my heels.
and feel your eyes caress my stockinged legs
crawling like fingers up my shapely calves.
I have no fear – I know you mean no harm.
With throbbing heart I sometimes stop beside
some dark and gloomy doorway, looking back,
hoping to see your figure, tall and slim,
coming to join me, there where I can let
you use me in the shadows as you please.
But you are gone, once more the street is still.
You wait until I hurry on once more.
I know you are there, for you are always there!
Walking homeward through the park at night,
I hear you in the bushes by the path,
where copulating couples moan and squeal
and gaudy women suck the cocks of men
who pay to grunt and sweat in loveless lust.
I often rest on a favourite bench and wait
until your rustling stops behind my back,
and then I hear you whisper dirty things
behind the ancient oak tree near at hand.
Such filthy things I clench my legs and gasp.
But then I think it could be just the breeze.
I know you are there, for you are always there…
in the shadows of the alley near my school
where I often go to pet with boys I like.
I know you watch them kiss my willing mouth,
pushing their tongues between my teeth to touch
the slow soft languid squirming of my own.
And when their eager hands begin to roam,
squeezing my breasts to make me pant and moan,
I know you’re creeping closer hot to watch
them groping up my skirt to feel me there.
I hunt inside their trousers for their cocks
and as we start to mutually masturbate
I feel your heavy breathing on my neck.
And when the sperm squirts warmly on my leg
and fingers make me come with whimpering sobs,
I turn my head to see you do it too,
but only empty ash cans meet my gaze.
I know you are there, for you are always there…
and I long to know what heats your lust for me.
Is it the silky softness of my hair
you’d like to feel around your throbbing cock?
Or do you wish to suck my little breasts.
with hardened nipples aching to be touched,
protruding through my satin blouse like nuts?
Or shall I hold you tight between my legs,
and rub my stockings up and down your heat.
My sweet young mouth is yours, of course, to kiss
(I’ve never sucked a man before, just boys,
but I would do that gladly if you wish…)
I know you are there, for you are always there!
Tonight I shall sit beneath the ancient tree
in the shadows of the darkened park alone
and ever so slowly touch myself for you
beneath my skirt, and up between my thighs
into the warm moist heat that waits for you,
fingering the bursting fig of my desire,
whispering all the while your unknown name.
I know you are there, for you are always there!
Come, come… oh, darling, come for me!
JULIA
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“Move that fat, pale ass down there, she-devil!”
The words rang out from behind Margo, filled with irony, as it seemed as if she was descending into hell. She stood at the top of the basement staircase, glancing fearfully into a dark abyss. The angry suited thug stood just behind her out of sight, shoes drenched in vomit and a heart drenched with hate.
“Listen. I am so sorry about your dress shoes” she whimpered meekly. “I will buy new ones. I will clean them. I’ll lick them clean if you want!”
Margo couldn’t believe what she just offered, but she truly was terrified of the abyss. She didn’t know what waited below, but she knew it could only be worse than what she had endured before. If fiction had taught her anything, basements were cold and poorly lit, and buried far enough below ground to bury every scream and shriek from earshot.
“Yeah, you will lick them clean, honkey,” the livid assailant sneered. “As soon as you get your cave bitch ass downstairs.”
Behind her Mar could hear one of the other thugs laughs at these comments. The other four had all remained seating, returning to the television and weed on the table. If the suited man was going to kill her, none of them seemed too bothered by it. The lack of humanity offered by her captors truly horrified Margo.
“Don’t take out too much anger just yet,” D’Marcus lectured like a nosey teacher. “None of us has even had a chance to try her ass out yet. Leave her breathing enough for that.”
Those words alone were enough reason to faint, but instead Mar started the slow death march down stairs and her heart pounded wildly. The throbbing was only matched by the one in her pussy at the moment. D’Marcus had ridden her roughly and all the thugs utilized her ass as a punching bag. The little blue, present bow g-string was on, but pulled completely to the side from the rape, leaving Mar’s entire ass visible. With nearly each trembling footstep she felt some semen slide around or drip to the stairs below.
Something as simple as traveling down a flight of stairs had now been turned into a grueling, slow process. Each awful detail stood out. She had only taken three uncoordinated steps when the squeaky, old door closed at the top and trapped her in the hell below. She was only six steps down when the awful odors of urine and wet dog hair reached her nose. And Mar was only half way down the staircase when her tormentor, tired of her slow speed or just enjoying her torture, decide to shove her.
With a mouse-like squeak, Margo flipped forward and began to tumble down the staircase at full speed. Her exposed, pale skin slid and cut against the rough wood stairs. The young coed tried desperately to grab onto the half-broken railing or even the wall to slow her descent, but couldn’t find a grip. After the third full flip she finally reached the ground below, but it wasn’t a graceful landing in the slightest. The back of her head, and already abused ass, slammed into the unforgiving concrete wall as her right ankle filled with a burning sensation. The weak, wooden dam inside her shattered once more and Mar began to scream and sob at the bottom of the stairs.
“Quit lying around and get that fat ass up,” the suited man barked as he straddled over her, his hand reaching out to slap her face and ass.
“I can’t,”she shrieked up at him. “I think I broke my ankle.”
The suited man shook his head in disbelief, a small smile forming from something very comical beyond on the assaulted girl’s understanding at the moment.
“Then crawl like the white bitch you are,” he ordered without compassion or understanding.
She struggled to pull her body up,more tired than at the end of any swim meet or volleyball game. Even to rise on all fours, which she was sure was a pleasing sight to the brute, took all the remaining energy she had stored up. Her scraped knees and bleeding elbows ached against the filthy dirt floor.
Completely robbed of her dignity, Margo crawled like a dog towards the main area of the basement. Her eyes quickly darted around, desperate to remove her fear of the unknown with a full understanding of the new predicaments she had descended into.
Very quickly it had become evident where the smells were coming from; in eight undersized pet carriers sat some of the meanest, malnourished, lunatic dogs she had ever seen. Their furs were a mess, covered with bite marks and dried blood, and each snarled at the new girl. Mar would have felt great pity for these abused creatures if her mind was not preoccupied with fear that her fate waited in one of their jaws.
Further in the basement was a long wooden table set up with all kinds of powders and chemicals. Clearly where the gang made their supply of drugs. Parallel to it was another work table decorated with a sea of different guns and ammunition. Margo’s heart raced faster again, the fear of the single handgun up stairs having been multiplied.
On the opposite side of the room sat a solitary chair under a low hanging light bulb, an image that instantly conjured up memories of spy films and dime novels. Adjacent to it was a large, uneven pit dug into the basement ground. Margo desperately tried to convince herself that this was where they fought the dogs and not where they buried people when a strong, ebony hand grabbed the top of her head.
“Stand up you spoiled, cock-sucking, white princess” the man coldly instructed as he yanked on her auburn hair.
She staggered to her feet with a hand raised to her head, desperate to relieve the pain of his hair-pulling and to shield her face from any blows. They had only made it as far. His pants were already pressed against her full behind, sandwiching her between the edge of the work table. Margo knew she had to speak now, desperate to please the gangbanger.
“Sir, I swear to god I am so sorry about-”
Without the slightest warning he slammed her head down on the table. The fall from the stairs had already given her a nasty headache and this unexpected violence only amplified it. Mar was now bent over the table, her bruised arms awkwardly spread across it and her bountiful breasts bunched up beneath her face.
“Jiggle those fat, sun-deprived, honkey ass cheeks for me,” he commanded in that remorseless voice that terrified her.
Instantly, Margo did as commanded and began to shimmy her behind. The thug’s cock quickly hardening within his pants, the bulging python pressing against the softness of her flesh. He took a step back for a second and with a head tilt just seemed to inspect her movement.
Margo didn’t know what he was after, if this was another twisted little game he was making her play. She didn’t dare stop though. His form of punishment had already proven to be too harsh, so she continued to wiggle and clap her ass cheeks for him.
She wouldn’t dare turn around, but through the corner of her eyes she tried to study the man. His stance and facial expressions had softened somewhat, but the difference was between that of steel and silver. No real softness there. The co-ed didn’t expect any mercy after all that she endured earlier.
“I can’t believe I’m gonna say this,” the man lowly murmured. “But your ass is the god damn nicest one I’ve ever seen. I could watch that thing jiggle all day.”
Margo began to worry whether all the attention to her backside was getting her out of or into more trouble, but she wasn’t about to stop the one thing that was even remotely calming the street-hardened killer out of view.
The shaking and bouncing only began to cease when she heard his foot steps walk away towards the table with the guns. It completely halted when she heard his hands fiddling and fumbling with a weapon, and it picked up full steam again as he loaded a clip and started to approach her again.
“Bet your white ass ain’t never even seen a gun before today,” the man taunted as he shoved his crotch back up against her. “You wanna get a real nice look at it?”
Margo would have tossed up her lunch at the line if she hadn’t already. Through tightly closed eyes she slammed her ass back into his pants and grinned wildly.
“The only gun I need is your thick, black cock,” she lied in the most seductive voice one can muster up in a life threatening situation.
The thug almost purred as she brushed against his cock, but he didn’t remove the pistol.
He still held it in his gloved left hand.
“Gurl, I think there is room for both in your life,” he commented while tracing lines up her back with the edge of the pistol.
Every spot the pistol head touched felt like a hundred ice cubes. The cold, steel weapon sent shivers down Margo’s spine. This did not go unnoticed by the thug who, smiling, slid the gun down to Margo’s right ass cheek. Her legs began to buckle and shake with fear.
“Look at you move now. That is one way to get white bitches to dance,” he remarked while observing her trembling ass.
“Please put the gun down sir,” escaped from Margo’s lips, her words trembling as much as her body. “I will do anything you say.”
“Yeah right. You look like one of those stuck-up, rich white bitches who won’t even take it up the ass,” he scoffed.
The cruel man was partially right. She flat out refused to do it before and was frankly appalled that she even had to inform every single one of her boyfriends that. Every one of them pleaded and tried to buy into her favor thinking flowers or perfume could make it negotiable. It never was negotiable then and, ironically, it wasn’t negotiable now either.
“Of course I would. I love it,” she blabbered while moving both hands back to spread her ass cheeks for the thug. Even her gentle finger’s touch hurt her now sensitive and red pussy. Margo could only imagine how beat up and ravaged it looked, but unfortunately her untouched asshole sat above invitingly for her rapist.
“Do you have lube or should I spit-”
Margo never got out another word before her tormentor’s black spear rammed into her ass. No warning or preparation. The man just stabbed at it, like a knife going into a rival gang member. That was the only basic, but true, word for it. He might as well have stabbed her insides with a knife. The sentence she was speaking quickly broke down into a shriek followed by a series of short sobs.
“OH GAWD! PLEASE NO! WAIT. JUST WAIT,” she screamed as the man’s cock thrust in and out. It was not even close to fully inside her, perhaps taking just a little of the shaft beyond the head, but the thug was trying to get more in with each, thoughtless shove.
“Bitch, shut the fuck up,” he barked with a firm ass slap. “Your voice is so fuckin’ annoying.”
Margo bit her lip to try and keep quiet, but it wasn’t working, each thrust of his cock caused a gasp or sob to escape. Her back was stiff as a board from the assault and her hips writhed in agony, trying to escape the burning sensation. Her breasts were also being scraped and pulled across the dirty wooden table, causing pain not unlike that of a bad sunburn.
The thug, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. He breathed heavily and Margo could see him grin over her shoulder. She could also see the gun in his left hand swaying with each thrust.
“Cracker. Honkey. Stuck-up slut,” spat the rapist. “You deserved a good ass-fuck. Put your chubby behind in its proper place.”
Margo just stood there bent over and sobbing as he assaulted her. The attack had forced her up on her toes with each jab, causing more pain for her wounded ankle. It burned with each movement, but not as badly as her orifice. She felt like her insides were being pricked with needles, but it wasn’t just the tip of the cock as she would have imagined.
Rather, she could feel every inch of the shaft. Every little bump and imperfection could be felt as it pumped in and out. She began to understand this man’s shaft more than he did and it was a terrible comprehension she’d never understand.
The sound of his balls slapping against her legs rang out in the dark basement along with her sobs and shrieks. This continuous sick symphony was only occasionally interrupted by the bark of one of the caged animals.
“You hear them dogs growling”? the rapist whispered as his free hand yanked her fiery hair back. “I’m going to let them fuck you with their sharp little pricks after I finish up.”
“Please, don’t leave me with the dogs,” Margo pleaded. “I’m scared of them, sir.”
The man laughed and slide his hands down to grope her tits some more.
“Liar. I bet you’d rather fuck them than me you little racist cumdumpster.”
“No. I swear, I love your cock,” she wailed in agony as her ass got pounded roughly.
The man scoffed at her latest lie and then Margo felt something cold and metallic against the back of her head. The gun. Suddenly every inch of her body tensed up in a type of fatalistic fear she had never felt before. The tightening of her sphincter was extremely pleasurable, for the thug at least, who let out a huge moan of pleasure.
“God damn, that feels so fucking good,” the man growled as he pushed the gun against her skull. “Is this what I have to do to get a good fuck out of you”?
She wanted to answer no, but was too frozen with fear to make any sound but a low, pathetic whimpering. Until she heard the hammer click back on the gun at least. When that terrifying sound echoed through the dirty cellar the only thing moving faster than her mouth was her ass.
“Fuck this giant white ass,” she shrieked while driving her back into his crotch as hard as she could. “Put this worthless, ginger, cave bitch, fuck toy in her proper place.”
The thug gave her a approving slap on the right side and squeezed the cheek afterwards. He didn’t remove the gun from her head however.
“I’m starting to like your lingo,” he mockingly complimented as his free hand rose to slide down the suit jacket, giving him a better view of the expensive gold watch.”Tell you what bitch, you got one minute for me to either bust a nut or a cap, what’s it gon’ be”?
Margo’s whole body shifted into focus and the adrenaline flowing through her towered over anything she had experienced before.
Her individualism disappeared. Her interests, goals, and feelings were all moot. Even more physical attributes such as her fiery hair, pretty doe eyes, or button nose were now obsolete in the grand scheme of things. For all intents and purposes she was just a round, pale ass at this point. A big, thick ass that had saved itself so far and needed to do better than ever to stay alive.
“Yes sir,” she shrieked while continuing to assault his crotch with slam after slam. “Give me that big black cock! My worthless, snooty, pale asshole deserves to be punished.”
She rocked her body back and forth with all the strength she could muster. No workout had ever even come close to punishing her like this. Every gesture became over-animated and filled with emotion.
Every inch of Margo’s curvaceous, ravished young body was now drenched in sweat and her heart was beating so fast she thought she could hear it thudding against the table. Still, the coed only noticed these things under the surface. She was locked in on a goal and nothing was going to stop that. Soon the suited assailant was no longer even the aggressor in the situation, sitting back and allowing his captive to do all the work. Only moments earlier Margo pleaded and screamed for the anal assault to end and now, thanks to the gun, she willingly leapt towards it. The desire to stay alive making her repeatedly impale her innards on a long, black shaft.
“I love watching the fat in those cheeks jiggle as you fuck for your life,” the rapist nonchalantly commented while grinding the barrel of the gun against her skull. “Forty five seconds.”
The speed of her fucking nearly doubled with the small comment from the time keeper. Margo’s sweat-soaked ass cheeks clapped and jiggled and the moist sound of his balls brushing against her filled the tiny basement.
“Do you like how this fat, white ass jiggles,” she asked in the most seductive voice one can make with possibly only 45 seconds of life remaining. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Mar squeezed as hard as she could, wrapping her orifice around his phallus, and began to hop around. The cellulite of her cheeks and thighs bounced pleasurably around his member. She couldn’t help, but see the irony. The very flaws in her figure, the ones she toiled hours in the gym to remove, where now her only tools towards survival. The thug soon let out a long and pleasurable moan, leaning back so gravity would pull her further down on him.
“Shit, could it really be that a white bitch is the best fuck I ever had,” he pondered as the free hand went to wipe sweat from his brow.
This temporarily filled Margo with a sense of hope, but the hand quickly smacked her abused, glowing red orbs.
“Hurry up honkey, you got 25 seconds,” he remarked through a pant.
Margo never believed the old cliché of one’s life flashing before their eyes, but she now experienced it. Only, it wasn’t linear or sensible as the movies would make you believe. Rather, various images, smells, and memories from her past all came exploding out at once. Not necessarily important memories, but memories all the same.
She remembered goofing around on the bus, getting mad at her sister for taking her clothes, and dreading math tests. She remembered first dates and breakups, graduating high school and joining her sorority.
Even the scents from the former houses she lived in and games played on the school yard, ancient memories thought gone forever, were suddenly real again. A lifetime exploded around her as Mar’s once-virginal ass was split in two.
“Ten seconds. Now or never,” barked the man and she was suddenly awoken from this fantasy. She was more awake than ever before in her life.
Her body shook and writhed like never before, not so much by her own doing, but rather by the fear that now rushed through her. Any emotion or courage Margo had previously built up had been shattered. Pitiful sobbing escaped her lungs as tears poured down her face. Still, she never even dared to stop fucking back on her tormentor’s cock.
“DON’T KILL ME! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! I WANT TO LIVE! I WANT MY DADDY,” she let out in blood-curdling shrieks as she pushed her whole body back and forth, writhing on the large black cock. One hand even desperately swung around, blindly reaching for testicles to massage.
By some miracle, she felt the cock vibrate and soon a disgusting, creamy load was shot up through her intestines. It was absolutely disgusting, mortifying, and soul-crushing.
It was also the most wonderful feeling in the world.
The gun against her head slipped away and the weight of the world lifted off her shoulders. Through the corner of her eyes she could see a look of approval on the thug’s face as he struggled to catch his breath.
“Damn, that was a good fuck,” he commented between big gasps of air. “I’m thinking we might be able to keep you around after all.”
He slowly pulled his softening cock out of her and a second relief, much more physical than emotional, was felt.
“Suck me clean, snow bunny,” he ordered.
Despite absolute exhaustion and an injured ankle, Mar somehow made it to her knees. Staring up at his penis, covered in sweat and filth, she slowly began to lick the tip. The taste was horrific, but nothing in this house hadn’t been so far.
The violent animal patted her on the head.
“Clean my dick off nice and good and then I’ll show you your new home.”
Mar took a long lick down the side of the shaft, her mind filled with fear, wondering if she would ever escape from this hell.
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