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Broken Birds, Part 10, The Penny Drops

Part 10
The Penny Drops
Rafaela awoke late in an empty bed. She and Alice had made sweet, tender love after she received Michael’s answer.
She went to her laptop and reached for the earpiece.
My darling. Thank you so much for understanding my need for your answer. Had you waited several days, I think I would have died of fear.
I long for you and for my sisters. I pray Shoshana recovers quickly.
I said it would take months to remove myself from my business. That was a lie. I wanted the time to have my scars removed and my body repaired. I wanted to come to you whole, to start a new life without the scars of the old. But now, I think it is a decision you should make. Me and my scars soon or a fresh woman with no scars to remind her of the past later?
I cannot come to you in the States, with those Nuremberg laws, so it will have to be offshore somewhere, so if you want me soon, you will have to choose a new land.
Please give my love to my sisters and especially my new, little sister.
I am forever yours.
Michael retrieved the message and crawled back into to bed, but knew he would not sleep. The thoughts racing in his conscious mind swiftly put the pieces together. Finally, everything made sense. Even as he worked on the one puzzle, another problem arose.
Around six, he got up and made coffee. He knew he would spend the entire day with an eighteen year old, very horny woman, so he popped a little blue pill.
He sat in the living room in his robe for an hour, debating how to play things and how to get confirmation. By seven, he had his plan worked out.
Michael came back into the room just as they began to wake. He dove into the mass of squealing women intent on tickling them awake, a common way for him to rouse Beth when she was a little girl.
They fought him as a team, one distracting him, one retaliating.
“The back of his neck is really ticklish,” Beth called out, just before being hit with a pillow.
“No fair, that feels good,” Lynne giggled as his hand found her pussy.
They laughed and played for a time, until they flopped back down, exhausted. With Michael’s arms around Rachael and Lynne, Beth laid flat on his chest. He kissed her passionately.
“Oh no you don’t. He’s all mine today,” Lynne started to push Beth away.
Michael looked directly into Lynne’s eyes, “I am.”
As Rachael started to get up, he pulled her down.
“Guys, I realized something last night. True, I have all Alice’s notes, but she knows many things about you and Rafaela. She’s in just as much danger as you are, probably more.” Michael said calmly, but firmly. “I’m certainly not happy about what she did, but if she is free, so are your secrets. It’s probably even worse for Rafaela.”
“So the question is, do we offer to bring her along too?”
“Wow,” Beth said, “I didn’t think of that. If she hadn’t betrayed us, I’d have no problem, but I don’t trust her.”
“Well, I don’t think we have to worry about sharing Michael with her,” Rachael said quietly, “I think she’s really into girls. She’s also a great shrink. As much as I like to think we’re recovering, we’re going to need someone to help us long term. Shoshana needs therapy. I know I do too.”
Both Beth and Lynne nodded.
“Let’s talk about it tonight after we’ve had a chance to think,” Rachael said.
Michael knew the decision was really his. Rachael was right. All his girls would need years of professional help. But could he ever trust Alice? And would she come?
After a hearty breakfast, Beth and Rachael left. It had taken a little time to rearrange the security, but they arrived at the hospital in time to be at Shoshana’s side when she woke.
They helped Shoshana put her pendent on, but she still looked pale and fragile. She had a keyboard in her lap since speaking was painful.
All four of them crowded around her bed, but it was Lynne who took the lead, “Hi Shosh!” Beth said happily, “How’s tricks?”
Shoshana smiled, and then winced in pain.
“What’s going on?” she typed on the keyboard.
Rachael began, “There was more damage than we thought and a dangerous blood vessel in your vagina, so they had to do more extensive surgery to make sure you’d be OK.”
“Road Trip?”
“Not for a while, Honey,” Rachael said, stroking Shoshana’s arm.
“Rachael, let me explain. If you just answer her questions, it’ll be summer before she gets the full story.”
Beth looked into grateful eyes.
“Okay Shosh. First, you’re going to be OK. If you had you taken your turn with Michael two nights ago, you could have died. Those bastards really hurt you.”
Rachael objected by clearing her throat. Beth ignored her.
“We may have a new harem member. Her name is Rafaela. Long story short, no one messes with her. She’s Mexican. Alice is with her now.”
“We’ve got a house with a great view here in town where we’ll stay until you can sit on an airplane for 18 hours.”
“Also, we may invite Alice to come with us, so think how you’d feel about that.”
Shoshana’s hands flew across the virtual keyboard, “yes, yes, yes.”
“Sex?” she typed.
Beth looked at Rachael.
“Not until the doctors say it’s OK, but not less than six weeks.”
Tears formed in her eyes as Beth said, “With five of us, you get him three nights a week until we’re even. If it’s four of us, you get him four nights until we’re even,” Beth said firmly, “ Michael knows what the manual says!”
“Of course, no one said you couldn’t invite a harem sister,” Beth said smirking, making Shoshana smile. She nodded.
.
Michael showered, shaved and prepared for his day with Lynne. While she showered, he retrieved Rafaela’s message.
He was smiling at Rafaela’s words when the penny dropped. “Nuremberg laws.” Rafaela had been in prison, so she could not have picked it up from a conversation with Peter.
Quickly he called Tim.
“Tim I’ve got a wild hair. Do you have Rafaela’s file handy?”
“Sure, just a sec….Got it.”
“Who’s her father?”
“Unknown, the birth certificate is missing.”
“She was educated in the US. Where?”
“Houston.”
“What school?”
“St Thomas.”
“She was raped twice on the US side. Where was she going?”
“No idea.”
“Tim, doesn’t it seem strange that an illegal little girl went to one of the best private schools in Houston? And that her birth certificate is missing?”
“What are you thinking?”
“We’ve been looking in the wrong place. She was trying to get home. Thanks.”
He dialed Peter.
He answered with a tired voice, “Hi Michael.”
“Peter, didn’t you live in Houston about 15 years ago?”
Peter’s sighed into the phone.
Michael said curtly, “I know.”
“I told her you’d figure it out.”
“All of it. Now.”
There was a pause as Peter debated. Rafaela had been so happy this morning and what he said now could ruin that.
“Peter. NOW.”
He sighed and began, “She’s my daughter. Her mother got pregnant when I was just out of law school. I tried to give her the best. When I got married, my first wife found out I had a “love child”. My wife called her father, a political bigwig, who had them deported. The bitch made me move to New York and abandon Rafaela. Her real mother died in Mexico about 13 years ago. Rafaela tried to get back to me, but got raped. She tried again and got raped again and mutilated. It changed her.”
“It’s my fault. I abandoned her,” Michael heard the pain in his voice, “She grew up hard after the rapes. She’s really smart and didn’t give a damn. Then the damn DEA took her and I almost died. You remember? I disappeared. I told you I had gotten a disease. In a way it was true. It’s called guilt.”
“When Beth was attacked, it was like Rafaela again. This time, I would be there for her. Then she bonded with Rachael and I realized there might be a chance to help Rafaela. That’s why I recommended you agree to the short sentences of those bastards. I figured you and your friends would enforce your own justice, so I traded their prison sentences for help with Rafaela.”
“It wasn’t enough, though. We needed David Walsh or his dirt to pry her free.”
“I figured to ramp up the pressure with the divorce, freezing his accounts, and the rest. When Tom died, so did my plan. I had nothing to do with Tom’s death. I needed him alive in prison to threaten David.”
“When Tim’s guys got David’s data, you had a better plan. It turns out the trade was really what Homeland wanted all along.”
“Why didn’t you tell me before I went to Mexico? If the deal had been made, why did I go at all?” Michael asked.
“You were always safe, Michael. I wouldn’t have let you go otherwise. I’d never make Beth an orphan, especially after what happened. It was Miguel’s idea. Rafaela couldn’t trust any man. Alice told us what you did with Beth. We hoped you could do the same with Rafaela.”
“Mike, Rafaela had nothing to do with this! It was me! Blame me! I know I put you and the girls though hell, but it was the only way I could help Rafaela,” he pleaded into the phone, “Please explain to the girls.”
“You call them and explain. Rafaela knows where we are. She always has,” Michael said sadly as he terminated the call.
Peter stared into space. He may have just ruined his daughter’s last chance for happiness. He considered eating a bullet like David Walsh, but Peter was a fighter. He had one more card to play. He dialed a number he had memorized.
“Hello, this is Alice.”
“Peter here. I need some help,” he said softly. He explained his conversation with Michael. When he told her the last thing Michael had said, she was puzzled. Rafaela told her she didn’t know where Michael was. Something was wrong.
She went to Rafaela. “Your dad called me. Michael figured it out. When Peter asked him to tell the girls, Michael said to tell them himself since you know where they are. I thought you didn’t know.”
Rafaela thought a moment and then moved swiftly across the veranda, “Miguel?” she yelled angrily.
Rafaela yelling was unusual. To yell in anger unheard of. To be angry with Miguel incredible.
He came running, skidding to a stop a few inches in front of her. “Did you plant a tracking device in Alice’s stuff?” she demanded in Spanish.
His eyes opened wide.
“Did you?”
He nodded.
She slapped him hard. In her culture, the ultimate insult.
“Who knows where they are?”
His eyes burned with anger as she stared him down. “Who else?”
Her will won, “Juan and maybe Jose.”
She saw the faces of their retainers. Rafaela’s mind raced as the reality of her slap exploded in her brain. She’d publicly humiliated Miguel! She had to repair the damage to Miguel’s authority quickly.
“Now slap me hard. I am sorry brother. Then go get Juan and Jose.” She secretly signaled her guards not to react.
Miguel slapped her hard, knocking her across the deck into a heap. Her eyes watered at the pain. “I am the man here, bitch!” he said glaring at her guards and stalked off.
People drew back in awe as he stalked off. Miguel had hit Rafaela and stared down her guards. Respect for him soared.
Though unplanned, the slap became a key factor in her escape.
She got the whole story from Juan and Jose and, though angry, knew the truth.
She went back to her laptop. No message. She began to record one.
Love. Now you know Peter is my father. He blames himself for what happened to me.
I did not know about the tracking device, but you are correct. I now know where you are. I will have the receiver destroyed if you like, but it allows me to help you and my sisters if there is danger.
I beg you to forgive my father. He loves you and Beth very much. He used you to help me. But only because he could keep you safe.
I hoped to tell you all of this when I saw you.
Love, if this changes things, please tell me. Each day, my love for you and my sisters grows stronger.
As she was about to send the message, the light began to blink, so she decided to listen to the incoming message first. It was Lynne’s voice.
Sister, this is Lynne. Beth and Rachael are at the hospital. Michael is showering. Beth asked me to send this. I figured out how to use this and wanted to send you a private message. We need you. Bad.
You seem so strong and Michael is wearing down. The rest of us are just dependents, feeding off his strength.
I know you can’t come to the States, but Shosh can’t travel very far for at least six weeks. In a couple of weeks, we might be able to take a cruise. Would Jamaica or the DR work for you?
Shosh is hurting pretty bad right now. She might not be able to have babies. The docs are checking.
Sister, Michael needs you. The rest of his harem needs you.
Tell Peter not to worry. Michael is upset, but he loves Peter. I promise, we’ll fix it.
Gotta go! .
Oh, a question. How do you feel about making love with girls?
Rafaela giggled as she heard Lynne’s last giggling question.
Alice was just come out of the shower. With all the drama of the last week, it was good to hear her lover giggling.
“What’s funny?”
Rafaela put the message on speaker.
After hearing it, Alice relaxed. Beth was the key. And she wanted Rafaela in her life.
“Add something to your message before you send it. Ask if you can send private messages to your sisters. You can put “PRIVATE FOR BETH” in the subject line, right?”
Rafaela nodded.
“What’s to stop him from opening it?”
“His honor, silly,” Alice replied.
Rafaela re-recorded her original message adding the request to have private conversations with her new sisters and sent it.
Lynne clothed in a bathrobe and thick slippers entered Michael’s bedroom, carrying a tray with two flutes, a bottle of champagne and another carton of orange juice. Michael lay on the bed, forcing everything from his mind but this fragile creature.
Lynne had her hair pulled back from her face in a single ponytail. She wore little makeup, just a bit of eyeliner and lipstick. Her pendant hung from her neck.
She poured two drinks and handed one to Michael, signaling him to remain on the bed.
She raised her glass, “Today, my love, I need you to make me a real woman.”
They both took a sip. Lynne put her glass down, kicked off her slippers, and undid her robe, shrugging it to the floor.
She stood before Michael naked.
Her breasts reminded him of a ski slope tipped with puffy, pale pink aureoles and topped with half-inch nipples. Her belly was taut with just a hint of roundness leading down to the flair of her hips and to her shaved labia. Her internal lips were beginning to puff out. Her legs showed the years of dance training.
She lifted her arms and pirouetted in front of him.
His cock was rock hard.
“There are no words to tell you how beautiful you are, Honey,” he said as he put his flute down and reached a hand to her.
She smiled shyly and took his hand. She lay beside him and drew him into an intimate kiss.
As they broke, she began to talk, “I’ve always dreamed of being rescued. I was.”
Her hand pulled his robe open.
Another kiss with more passion, “He would be older and wiser. You are.”
Looking into his eyes, her small, delicate hand gripped his cock,
“He would be the first to make love to me. You are.”
She ducked her head to his cock and gave it a sloppy lick.
“He would taste wonderful. You do.”
Her head ducked again, taking the head into her mouth, her tongue lovingly caressing it.
“He would be the first to hold my soul in his hands. You do.”
She climbed on top of him, laying flat against his chest. He understood that this fantasy was a part of her very being.
She began sliding down his body, her legs astride him until she felt his cock against her pussy. Michael knew she was very wet and ready, but he let her lead him. It was her dream.
Her eyes locked into Michael’s.
Her hand moved the head of his cock up and down her slit, parting her inner lips. She guided his cock into her opening.
“He’d love me as his woman. You do.”
She wiggled a bit, taking about an inch into her.
“Ahhhhh. His cock would fill and stretch me. Yours REALLY does.”
She had about half in her when she began to lever herself up, still looking into his eyes.
“He’d teach me to make love. You will.”
She pulled up and thrust down. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh” Again, “Owwwwww…Ahhhhhh.
She sat atop him, not moving while he felt her cunt desperately trying to adjust to the invader.
“Michael, I love you,” as she began to rotate her hips, “and I love your cock.”
Michael let her lead the dance, rotating his hips in time with hers. Her hands reached for the ceiling as she ground her pussy into his pelvis.
Michael kept his eyes locked on hers.
His hands cupped and caressed her nipples as she began to moan softly. Her tempo increased as her climax approached. Her eyes finally lost their lock on his and closed. Her moans grew louder. Michael’s pressed his palms lightly against her lower belly, just above her clit.
“I’m CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMING!” she screamed.
Michael’s thumbs quickly began gently rubbing her clit hood in opposite directions.
Lynne was shrieking as her nerve endings fired at random.
She pulled his hands away, “Too much,” she mumbled as he collapsed on his chest.
After a few minutes her breathing returned to normal. She levered her head up to look into his eyes and whispered, “I never knew…” She realized she was still impaled on his raging manhood.
He smiled at the confused look on her face.
He pushed her legs parallel to his, wrapped his arm around her waist and flipped them over so she was beneath him, most of his weight on his arms and knees.
Looking into her eyes he said, “Lynne, you are so beautiful I don’t have the words.” But he knew she wanted words.
He pulled nearly out of her then slid full in, kissing her cervix.
“Feel my cock as it slides into you,” he pulled almost out, then slowly back in. She moaned her delight. Her eyes closed.
He made several long, slow thrusts, “I am part of you now, joined forever, my love,” he said softly.
“Oh my love, make me yours, shoot your cum into me,” real urgency in her voice.
“I’ll wait for you,” he said smiling.
Her hands grabbed his ass cheeks, digging deep, pulling him into her. “Then FUCK ME HARD NOW!”
He began to jack hammer his thrusts into her. “Yes… yes…yes….I’M CUMMMMMMING!” she screamed again and again.
The fluttering of her tunnel, gripping and releasing him triggered his orgasm. He came for several seconds, pounding his cock deep into her.
Finally she relaxed as her sensations subsided.
Her eyes opened and she whispered, “I never dreamed…”
He rolled off her, bringing her head onto his chest, stroking her shoulder and cheek. After awhile she began to sob and then cry. He held her close.
In her time, she began to speak,
“Alice told me. Beth told me. Mom told me. I just didn’t believe I could feel like this. The orgasms were spectacular, better than I ever dreamed. But it was so much more. When you let me dance with you inside me, I felt like I had just emerged from a cocoon, but when you were on top, I felt your love surround me again.”
She paused and he kissed her waiting lips, a kiss of love.
“The stuff they did to me seems so long ago and like it happened in another life. Does that make sense? We really are starting a new life, aren’t we?”
Michael nodded silently.
“I really hope Rafaela is who she seems to be. I think this new life is going to incredible.”
She snuggled against him.
“Lynne, I love you.”
She sighed and began to snore gently.
Beth and Rachael dragged through the door. Shoshana had been in pain most of he afternoon and the doctors did not want to give her more narcotics.
Michael and Lynne greeted them warmly with hugs and kisses. Food came from a local restaurant, Lynne had been too busy and the girls too tired to cook.
As they sat, eating, Michael looked at Beth. “You have a private message from Rafaela. We also got another one that we can listen to after dinner.”
Without finishing her food, Beth went into his room and returned with his laptop and the vibrator.
She deftly set up the laptop and inserted the memory card. She hit play on the message dated today that was not titled “PRIVATE FOR BETH”.
The message shocked Beth, and to a lesser extent, Rachael and Lynne.
“She’s Peter’s daughter?” Beth gasped, “I thought he had no kids.”
Michael shrugged, “Me too.”
Beth thought for a moment, “Dad, you can’t still be mad at him. He played you, but he also made sure the danger wasn’t real. He only did what he could for his daughter. Please, Dad, forgive him. If we’re ever going to have Rafaela in our lives, you have to,” her voice pleading.
Michael thought for a moment. He had not considered the impact on Rafaela.
He got his sat phone and dialed Peter.
“We’re OK from my side. What about from yours?” Michael said after identifying himself.
“We’re fine from my side,” genuine relief, “What brought this on?”
“Beth.”

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Magic Pillows of Happiness

I toned down the sex acts from my previous stories. This story is fiction but I wrote it in first person past tense because it seems more real to me than third person. Third person has too much focus on the mechanics of writing.

Sex Joke

Three brothers

There were three brothers who bought a three story house. The eldest brother had the top floor, the middle had the middle floor, and the youngest got the bottom floor.
A little while after they moved in, the eldest brother brought over his girlfriend. During that night, the two younger brothers heard the following sounds: Click, swish, fftt, ahhh.
The next morning, the younger brothers asked their brother what the noise they’d heard last night was.
He replied, “Click-turned off the light. Swish-ran across the room. Fftt-farted, and Ahhh-landed on my girl.”
The middle brother was excited by that, so he brought over his girlfriend the next night.
During that night, the two other brothers heard the following sounds: Click, swish, fftt, ahhh.
The eldest and youngest asked him what the noise in his room last night was. He replied, “Click- turned off the light. Swish-ran across the room. Fftt-farted, and Ahhh-landed on my girl.”
Now, the youngest brother was really excited. So he brought over his girlfriend, and that night, the older brothers heard the following sounds: Click, swish, fftt, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
In the morning, the older brothers asked him what the noise in his room was.
So, he said, “Click-turned off the light. Swish-ran across the room. Fftt-farted, and AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-landed on the bedpost!

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nursing home

Nursing home adventures
When I was young I had always wanted to be a Nurse, being a strong 18 year old male without formal schooling it was always going to be a battle, I had been turned down by all hospitals offering student programs but was told if I had a few years in aged care it would look favourably on my next application, so I went to a few different nursing homes looking for a job.
Finally a small nursing home gave me a start, it was one of those that don’t spend a lot on the clients, young and keen I was taken advantage of by the owner and it wasn’t long until I was working the night shift all alone.
Over the course of a few months I had become quite close to many of the 50 clients, when one night whilst I was doing my rounds I heard several moans coming from one of the rooms, I slowly opened the door and I noticed that Mrs Smith a young 82 was laying on her back with a cucumber between her legs, slowly moving it in and out, up until then I hadn’t thought that the clients were sexually active, as I stared at the sight before me,
I failed to notice that her husband was sitting to the left of the room wanking, I must have stared for several minutes when Mr Smith stood up and placed a finger to his lips and signalled me to come next to him, mesmerized I obeyed walked over and sat in the chair next to him, all the time his wife had her eyes closed and was gaining speed pushing the cucumber in and out of her well used pussy. The next moment Mr Smith’s hands were on my lap unzipping my trousers, he pulled out my semi rigid cock and started to rub it, me a virgin with no gay thoughts was now sitting in a chair watching a 82 yo female masturbating with a cucumber whilst her 83 yo husband was playing with my cock, within a few seconds my cock was rock hard and I then felt a lovely warm sensation on my cock I looked down and sure enough I was now being gummed by an 83 yo man, the sight and the blowjob I was getting was too much and I blew my load within a minute, all this done was make Mr Smith suck and swallow like he was possessed, within a few minutes I was rock hard again, this is when Mr Smith stood up, pulled me up by the cock and walked me over to the bed, he took the cucumber of Mrs Smith and moved my cock to her pussy, now I knew what a pussy looked like as occasionally I would help the female residents get changed, but to look at one that was moist and wide open was a new thing all together, it was then that I felt a gentle push on my hips from Mr Smith.
As my cock slowly entered Mrs Smith’s pussy, the warm, moist and loose pussy felt like heaven, I slowly started to push in and out and she was increasing her moans, as this occurred Mr Smith started to push my hips faster, as I was getting close to coming I heard Mr Smith tell Mrs Smith here is your anniversary present so open your eyes, as she opened her eyes she looked stunned and went to scream, Mr Smith placed his hand over her mouth and told her it was alright, that he wanted to see her being satisfied by a younger man, as he said that she became like a devil, her pussy tightened and she told me to fill her cunt as much as possible, she wanted to feel my cum dribble down her arse cheeks, well that was it for me and I blew a massive load inside her, as I done this her husband’s hand was holding the base of my cock so I couldn’t pull out.
When I had finished I pulled out and left the room. The rest of the shift was uneventful.
For the next week Mr and Mrs Smith were polite but didn’t speak of the night, so I thought that it was just a one off,
I couldn’t have been more wrong, the next night
I was doing my round when Mr Smith asked if I would like to see some photos of their friends, as I sat down in their room they turned on the TV and sure enough there was Mrs Smith when she was 50 being serviced by 3 males and Mr Smith being a good husband and preparing each man for the job with his mouth, as the video continued I watched
Mrs Smith get serviced by each of the men at least 3 times. Whilst watching this Mr Smith had unzipped my pants and was giving me head, Mrs Smith was sitting on the bed with her nightdress pulled up and her fingers pulling at her pussy, once the video had finished Mrs Smith asked would I mind fucking her again, as I climbed on top I felt Mr Smith playing with my balls, this felt really nice and as I was slowly thrusting into the pussy I felt Mr Smith’s finger slip into my arse, I froze for a few seconds but since there was no pain I started to move again, I then notice a pleasant feeling deep inside, and the hand must also of noticed cause a few seconds later a second finger entered me, this was fantastic as every time
I went forward my cock felt great and when I went back my insides felt fantastic, it was then that Mr Smith asked me to stop for a few seconds as he was going to get into a better position as his fingers were beginning to feel tired, he then placed his hand on my right buttock and I then felt his cock at my entrance before I could say no he had already slipped inside me, at first he felt a little bit big but he leaned forward and asked me if I wanted him to stop, I thought there is no point now your already in, so I just started to thrust forward, this then gave him the nod to match my movements within a few dozen thrust he had already filled my arse and I had filled his wife. They both thanked me for a wonderful time, and I returned to my job. Over the next few weeks this almost became a nightly event until one night Mr Smith had already filled my arse and I was fucking Mrs Smith when I heard the door open and close, as I turned around I noticed four male clients standing there all holding their cocks in their hands and one was holding a video camera (later I found out it wasn’t turned on) it was then that the first male leaned forward and said do you mind if I stick my cock in you tight little arse, before I could reply he had already pushed his cock head towards my hole, as he entered I felt a sharp sting in my arse as he felt quite large, I must have been as he said tight because just as he started to thrust he started to fill my bowels, he then turned his head and told the other three, this man pussy is the tightest he has ever had, the next male was a short fat man with a small stubby cock, he had to lift up his belly as he shoved his cock in, although short and fat this man meant business he pounded me for 5 minutes and then held my hips tight by both hands as he deposited his seed deep inside me, this was when I realised I was still hard and inside Mrs Smith, I felt Mrs Smith’s pussy start to twitch and this put me over the edge, I started to fill her pussy what seemed like an eternity, as I stopped cumming, Mrs Smith asked if I could pull out of her as she was already full and that maybe I should just lay on my belly so I can feel the joy of being a cum slut. Then my fourth cock for the night approached, it was obvious that he meant business, he approached my face and showed me his rigid cock, it was 6 inches long and had grey pubic hair, he leaned forward and said if you do a good job tonight that he would let me enjoy his wife in the next few weeks, he then returned to my arse he kissed and rimmed me making my arse feel very loved, as I was starting to enjoy the delicate treatment he then slowly lined his cock head up and slowly pushed it inside me, he let it rest for 30 seconds then started to fuck my arse, what I didn’t know was he had taken a Viagra and 25 minutes of pounding later he finally came inside me, he slowly withdrew and said see you next week, then it was the final cocks turn, I had not had a good look at this man but I knew that he was going to have his fun so I just lay face down with my arse in the air, he showed no gentleness and felt quite large (8 inches I found out later), this man knew what he wanted and just kept pounding my arse, half way through he stopped and rolled my hips to the right so I would be laying on my back, as I rolled over he kept his cock inside, the room was still dark and it wasn’t until I focused on his face I realised who was inside me, it was the nursing homes owner, he had been doing his monthly visit to check up on staff and had just followed the 3 other men, he lasted for 10 minutes when he came, ending up laying on top of me, he then pulled out and got Mr Smith to clean his cock with his mouth, he got dressed and went to the nursing station, as I got up I put my clothes on with cum still dripping from my arse and went to the nursing station, the boss had made me a cup of tea and asked me to have a seat so we can chat. I then feared that this was the end of my job, but I was wrong he explained to me that if I continue to care for the residents like I have been doing that he would make sure that I could train to be a sponsored nurse for his facility, but once a month he would have to test my nursing care ability at his home, I immediately agreed.
When the boss left, Mr Smith and the 3 other clients age 72, 73, 68, came to the nurses’ station to chat about the night. The clients apologised for what happened and stated they would understand if I left but they would love me to stay and that there was no film taken it was just a ploy for them to play. We chatted for a few hours then my shift ended, I had 4 nights off then I returned to work, at 930 pm the afternoon shift left and at 1000pm I was back in Mrs Smith’s room with my cock in a 82 yo pussy and five cocks taking turns on my arse.
I have now been a nurse in aged care for 15 years Mr and Mrs Smith have both left me as did 2 of the other men, and now my nursing care is assessed by the boss, his brother and on a different night his recently married son, I have never spent more than one shift without my cock in a pussy or a cock in my arse, I have found that no matter what the age the sex is great.

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Older man and the Virgin

As a young girl, my world was confusing to say the least. My mom liked her drinking and so did her live in boyfriend. So, I lived with my grandmother which was ok for the most part.

Fantasm

A dark Summer Night

The house is glowing with candles, no lights are on. Summer is dressed in a tight leather outfit. Danielle is wearing a black corset with garter and thigh highs. I walk in. The two of them kneel before me, presenting themselves. I hold up 5 fingers. They undress, folding their clothes neatly and placing them on the chair. The two of them, kneel before me, legs spread wide, heads back, chests out, hands on their knees, palms up. I slowly walk all around them. Inspecting them carefully. I reach between Summer’s legs, very nice, very smooth, and wet. I put my fingers into Danielle’s mouth. “Taste her.”, I say. She eagerly licks my fingers. Then I reach between Danielle’s legs, hot, wet and slippery. I put my fingers into Summer’s mouth, and tell her to taste Danielle. She obeys my command. “Stand”, I say. They stand. “I know that you two have been naughty while I was not here.” “You will be punished, do you understand?”, I ask. “my Lord, yes my Lord, thank You, my Lord”, they reply in unison.
“Summer, for tonight, you will be referred to as my sub-servant, Danielle is my maidservant, understand?” I ask. “my Lord, yes my Lord, thank You, my Lord.” Summer replies.
“My maidservant, take my sub-servant to the chair.” “my Lord, yes my Lord, thank You my Lord.” Danielle leads Summer to the chair, and they stand, presenting themselves. “Sit down my maidservant.” Danielle sits, facing the back of the chair. “my sub-servant, tie her ankles to the chair” “Now stand in front of her.” “my maidservant, taste her pussy” “Spread your legs apart my sub-servant.” “my Lord, but….”. “I said, taste her pussy.”, crack goes the whip across Danielle’s ass. “Are you blatantly disobeying your Lord, my maidservant.” Danielle quickly licks Summer’s pussy. She is so wet. I can see the juices running down her leg. I walk over and ask, “my maidservant, are You here to serve me?” “my Lord, yes my Lord, thank You my Lord”, “Do you want to be my maidservant?” “my Lord, yes my Lord, thank You my Lord.” “Then I give you this collar as a sign of your commitment to me, my maidservant.” I place the collar on Danielle. “my sub-servant, get that leash over there, and remember you may not touch it except with your mouth, and I want you to crawl to get it.” “my Lord, what do You mean, my Lord?” Summer asks. THWWWAAACK goes the whip across Summer’s ass. She crawls to the table and gets the leash with her mouth and crawls to me. I take it from her mouth and attach it to Danielle’s collar. I untie her legs. “GET ON YOUR KNEES BITCH”, I say to Danielle. “my Lord, yes my Lord, thank You my Lord.” “my sub-servant, get behind my maidservant and lick her pussy and ass.” Summer’s tongue is darting in and out of Danielle’s pussy. It is so hot. I lead Danielle to the table and spread her out across it. Summer is kneeled at my side.
I pull out my flogger, cat o nine tails, slapper, single lash whip. Summer’s eyes get bigger and bigger. “my maidservant, are you ready to receive the discipline you deserve?” “my Lord, yes my Lord, thank You, my Lord”. “Tell me, what are you receiving this punishment for?” “my Lord, because Summer and this one have been naughty when You weren’t here, my Lord” “And what exactly did the two of you do?” I ask. “ummmm”, Danielle says. SMACK SMACK SMACK goes the cat. “my Lord, we made out, my Lord”, Danielle says. WHIP WHIP, the single lash leaves red welts on Danielle’s ass. She is whimpering. “I don’t think that you are telling me the truth, my maidservant.” “my Lord, we just touched each other, my Lord”. WHIP WHIP, SMACK SMACK. Over and over I whip her. She is crying. Summer is cowering beside me. “my maidservant, would you like to tell me the truth now?” “my Lord, this one licked and sucked Summer’s tits, and her pussy, this one fingered her and made her cum all over this ones face, my Lord.” “Ah, my little slutty girls, playing without their Master. Do you see what happens when you disobey?” SMACK, WHIP. “my sub-servant, get up.” Summer rises beside me. “I want you to whip her, I want to hear her scream. Do not stop until I say.” “my Lord, but she is so small…” I grab Summer by the back of her hair. “Do I need to tell you again?” I demand. “my Lord, that is not necessary, my Lord, this one understands.” Summer says. She takes the whip, she is trembling. I reach down and touch Danielle’s pussy, it is dripping, right onto the table. “WHIP HER YOU LITTLE WHORE, YOU BROUGHT HER PLEASURE, NOW YOU GET TO SEE WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BRING HER PAIN.”
WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK, Summer is whipping Danielle over and over and over, she is trembling, shaking, sobbing. Danielle is screaming, “NO STOP, NO MORE, PLEASE NO MORE, I CAN’T TAKE ANY MORE.”
“STOP” I say. Summer falls to the floor and sobs uncontrollably. I sit next to Danielle, I gently wipe her tears away. “I am right here, my pet, I am right here.” I lean over to Summer, “my sub-servant, are you okay?” “my Lord, yes my Lord, thank You my Lord.” She says through her sobs. I gently move her hair from her face. I have both of their faces in my hands, caressing them. Summer moves closer to Danielle. She begins to gently rub her hands across the red welts on Danielle’s ass. “my pet, do you need something to drink?” “my Lord, yes my Lord, thank You, my Lord.” I go to get a drink. When I return, Summer is gently massaging Danielle.
“This is not over, you are both still under my command, do you understand?” “my Lord, yes my Lord, thank You my Lord” they reply.
I allow them to rest a bit. “my Lord, would You like a cigarette, my Lord?” Danielle asks. “Yes, my pet.” “my Lord, and Your maidservant, my Lord?” “By all means my pet.”
When we are finished smoking, I say, “my maidservant, present yourself.” Danielle kneels and presents herself. “Stand”, I say. She does. “my sub-servant, lie on the floor.” Summer lies on the floor. “Kneel over her.” I say to Danielle. She does as she is told. “my sub-servant, I am going to make Danielle squirt all over your tits” I massage Danielle G-spot. She is shaking and trembling. “OH GOD, YES, PLEASE YES. MAKE ME CUM ALL OVER HER.” It is getting intense, Summer leans up just as Danielle starts squirting all over her. Summer rubs her tits together, all the while Danielle’s juice is flowing all over her tits. I throw Danielle to the side, straddle Summer and start fucking her tits. Danielle leans over and starts licking Summer’s tits, tasting herself, also licking my cock. Then she leans down and kisses Summer. I back off a little and rub my cock on Summer’s clit. Danielle climbs up on top of Summer and starts rubbing her pussy against Summer’s. “FUCK ME”, she says, “FUCK US BOTH”. I slowly slide my cock deep inside of Danielle, pull it out and slowly slide it into Summer. Then I pull it out and RAM IT FULL FORCE into Danielle. “This is what you like isn’t it you little whore, you like me to fuck your cunt, don’t you.” Back to Summer. “Summer likes it hard too, don’t you, you little slut.” “my Lord, yes my Lord, thank You my Lord” Summer says. I fuck them both, hard, and good, they cum over and over.
“SIT UP”, I command. They sit up. “SUCK MY COCK, BOTH OF YOU”. They start sucking and licking. Summer licks my balls while Danielle has the head in her mouth. They kiss with my cock in between their mouths. I grab their heads and yank them back. Then I spray my hot cum all over their faces. “LICK IT OFF OF EACH OTHER.” I demand. There they are the two of them licking my cum off of each others faces. I shove them to the floor, ” YOU LITTLE FUCKING WHORES” I walk out and leave them lying on the floor in a big heap, sweat, cum, pussy juice dripping from their bodies.

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The Game of Love and War part 1

This segment contains nothing erotic, the series itself will contain plenty as a whole, but I will tell you now things will be slow. Expect some in the next part, but there is none here. The future sections will contain things such as sex, your everyday variety, most likely some F/F, F/F/M, and I may turn things into on big Harem, I don’t know. Thousands of possibilities, for now I’m just starting with one girl. More can be added.
P.S.: The names differ between Real World and “In-Game”, Aaron = Shadow, you can use the names interchangeably.
Also, I’d love suggestions for the future, criticism would be loved.
————————————————-Bang. The loud sound echoed off of the surrounding rocks, a chilling wind bit into the bones of the mountain, warded off those who were unprepared, but the man who lifted his head from the camouflaged scope of a sniper rifle was more than prepared. In the back of his head, a voice could be heard saying, “Congratulations, you have reached level ninety-eight.” The man gave a quick smirk and vanished from his position between a natural depression in a pile of rocks. A faint echo could still be heard, as were cries of several others who had been close enough to get a scare from the loud shot.
Aaron pulled off a pair of sunglasses that looked as if they had come straight from some science-fiction movie, with a single lens that tapered on both ends, with an overall rectangular shape. Short, brown hair flipped back onto his forehead, a pair of slender, long fingers rubber two medium-sized, blue eyes that contained orange and gold flecks. A sigh escaped from pale red lips that opened into a rather excessive yawn. Two pale legs, long and lanky, but with a slight definition that gave sign of some form of physical activity, emerged from beneath a blanket and stepped onto a wooden floor. Stretching out, two lanky arms, both long, narrow, and with the only muscle definition being below the shoulder and above the biceps and triceps, somewhere in the middle. His long, narrow torso was hidden by a wrinkled short-sleeved vintage shirt, advertising the Coca-Cola brand, his legs with a pair of khaki shorts.
The sun flooded into his room, giving him early warning of the coming day, a glance to his clock showed it was almost six in the morning. Standing up, Aaron gave one more little stretch, before returning to his normal stance, his six foot height towering over everything else in his room, aside from the doors and a dark stained bookshelf. He shuffled over to a desk that had a simple laptop resting on top, no shelves were below the surface, and nothing else resided on top. Flipping open the lid, Aaron was greeted with a little tune, and a glaring light that was emitted from the screen.
Squinting his eyes, Aaron punched in several keys on the keyboard and was greeted with the familiar sight of dozens of emails congratulating him on leveling up. He quickly read each email, each from one friend or another, some he knew in the real world, others that he didn’t know outside of the virtual world. After finishing the email, Aaron clicked around, opening the internet to the leader boards of the most famous game at the time, simply named, War. It had stayed the top selling game for the past year now, and was estimated to remain there for the next decade, being the only game designed for a gaming system that linked to all of the senses of the user. Aaron searched for his character’s name, aptly named Shadow. He had been lucky enough to log in early enough to get a word without having to fuse it with numbers or other words.
Within the top fifty, Aaron spotted his name, the only Sniper class to be within the top 100 with the word ‘Solo’ next to name, meaning he’d never been part of a party, which was unheard of for a Sniper within the game of War. In fact, he was the only one within the top fifty players to have ‘Solo’ next to his name. There were nearly one billion players of the game, and a Sniper had managed to become basically legend. Aaron, or Shadow, was being hailed as the best player of the game by everyone, but he was humble when it came to his status within the game.
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The game itself was relatively simple, kill people, and you level up. The setting was in a modern world, you were a mercenary- hired to kill targets by governments and those who had enemies in the private sectors. The type of weapon you used was chosen by you the moment you logged in, and could never be changed until you reached a certain level, never announced, in which you were offered the choice to add a new type of weapon to your arsenal. The options from the start were the typical weapon types, Sniper Rifles, Assault Rifles, Machine Guns, Sub Machine Guns, and so on. Further branches of each class arrived as you reached higher levels, and as your class became more specific, your weapons became more and more limited, but it also meant that your weapons were better as you became better.
It was your usual game, as most viewed it. The difference was, in most games getting from level 1 to level 2 was a very quick stage, where in this one, getting from 1 to 2 was a major step, because you’re required to kill someone of a higher level in order to get there, be it in a tournament or in a PvP environment. After that, leveling was easier, but it was a daunting task, because your targets during a mission could be anyone in the game. There were limits to level differences during a task, but it was difficult nonetheless. In a world like this, becoming such a high level was something of mythological status.
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Aaron slid away from his desk and prepared for your usual high school student Monday. Pulling on his school’s required uniform, which was a pair of khaki pants and a polo, and a red polo with a white undershirt, he stepped into the bathroom and brushed his teeth and combed his hair, which didn’t do much to it since it wasn’t much of a listener. He’d showered the night before and quickly made his way out of the house, he never ate breakfast, it upset his stomach. Aaron rode his bike to school, it wasn’t a long ride, and he enjoyed the exercise.
The day was a typical day at school for any 16-year old guy, sit down in a seat and act like you’re listening, check out a girl or two, text a few friends, eat lunch, repeat until day is over, and then go home.
Today was a little different from normal, though. After leveling up, Aaron had been approached by several of the more ‘delectable’ girls of the school asking for favors in game. It wasn’t unusual, almost ninety percent of Americans played War, since the system was fairly cheap as opposed to other market leaders. Now, the fact that girls had approached him for favors wasn’t unusual, but the fact that one of them had been Aaron’s “dream girl” for the past two years of school was a little bit of a shock to him.
Hannah, a girl with obvious Italian ancestry, very dark brown hair, large, brown eyes, an angel’s face, and olive skin that was common among those of an Italian bloodline. She was of average height for a girl at 16, maybe a little shorter, but she was sporty, which gave her defined legs, a tight butt and stomach, and he breasts were big enough to be a handful for Aaron, which wasn’t very nig, but he never really liked big breasts. She hadn’t said anything to Aaron at the time when the girls hadn’t approached Aaron, but he had trouble listening to what the others were saying when she came up with them. Aaron had always seen her remain at the usual, ‘popular’ table. Sure, being one of the best players in War made Aaron popular, but not in the same, stereotypical sense that a sporty, cute girl is.
“I can’t help you guys,” Aaron had said, interrupting the girls who were asking him to help their party, “I’m hunting for a guy in the Himalayas, and I can’t watch over you when I’ve got to hunt number 15.” The girls attempted to change his mind with a cleavage flash or two, but he didn’t even look. His eyes were glued on the floor, or rather, the divine legs of Hannah, which happened to be in the foreground of the floor.
The group walked away, leaving Aaron to his lunch, but not before he risked a glance back at the girls, to which he was shocked to see Hannah looking back as well. He couldn’t tell whether or not she was checking him out, or sizing him up.
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Aaron was back home, the glasses back on as he went through a typical game session, it would easily take a month to reach the next level, and he wasn’t going to waste any time. He’d taken care of yet another high-ranking player in the game after finishing off number 15 in the Himalayas. A task had been assigned to him by a friend that kept track of the Most Wanted Lists for different guilds, several had his name on them, but few ever spotted Aaron, or Shadow as he was in-game, since being a high leveled Sniper, he was capable of things such as camouflage and the stealth of his character was extremely high.
Shadow had the likeness of Aaron, as did every other character and their respective player. He was already en route to his next target, a female with the name of Sorceress, a Sub Machine Gun class at level 89. No description was provided, but someone wanted her killed. It should be known that a death wasn’t permanent, but was often a source of shame and came with a loss of sometimes ridiculous amounts of in-game currency. A reason why Shadow was a Sniper, much easier to avoid death if you were never seen. He was given a list of who she hung around with when she wasn’t training, and a list of areas where she usually ate, slept, and trained while in-game. Sleeping and eating were required.
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Hours later, Shadow was set up in tree, the barrel of his Sniper rifle resting in the fork of two branches, focused as he aimed down his scope, a target in sight. He pulled the trigger. Bang.
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Well over a thousand yards away, Sorceress dropped, a motion sensor had gone off, someone was in her training area. Less than a second later, a loud thud could be heard as a bullet of a high caliber slammed into a wall behind her. Without hesitation she half ran, half crawled into a building.
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“Damn it,” Shadow muttered, quickly disassembling his rifle and dropping from the tree, “Guess I’ll have to do this the hard way.” Shadow pulled out a revolver, a .44 Magnum, a stereotypical gun, but with the power to kill with fewer shots. Just what he wanted. Taking slow steps, Shadow approached the small town, seemingly abandoned by the inhabitants.
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Sorceress sat in the building, already finding a better spot to shoot from if her hunter came inside the building she was in. Her gun was held tight to her body, stock set against her shoulder, ready to fire at any moment. She knew, any minute now, whoever had shot at her would be coming close. No one targeted a level 89 for no reason, and she’d heard about a bounty placed on her by a guild. At least she wasn’t being ignored, as a rising threat to well established players.
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Shadow was glad he was a Sniper, his talents allowed him to walk without a sound, to hide from an enemy’s vision when motionless for a certain period of time, and to approach enemies in close quarters without any sound. He pulled out a knife from it’s sheath on his belt, his right hand held the revolver with an ease only obtained after hundreds of uses. He approached the building he’d seen Sorceress enter. One way in was a door, which would never make a good entry point. He spotted a way onto the roof.
Shadow climbed onto the roof with a practiced ease and silence, he checked his ammo and took a step forward, testing his footing. Crack.
Shadow fell through the roof, and the roof fell onto Sorceress below, stunning and burying her in a pile of rubble. Quickly recovering, Shadow stood over her body, gun pointed at her, his foot kicking away her gun. He looked at her before he pulled the trigger, something was familiar. She was shorter than he, with dark brown hair and olive skin, typical of those of Italian blood. She had an angel’s face, and her outfit was form fitting, showing off defined legs, a tight butt and stomach. Breasts that were big enough to be a handful, maybe a little more.
Hannah.
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It was night time, Shadow sat beside a now sleeping Sorceress, being forced open the character when she had been hit by the falling roof. To a player, it was for a few moments, in game it could have been just that, or a couple of hours. She began to stir, Shadow took notice and already had a hand on his knife, ready to strike if she did.
But Sorceress didn’t, she opened an eye and looked at Shadow for a moment, trying to work out what had happened. She’d been shot at, hid in a building, and then had been hit in the head by something very hard. Now someone that looked a lot like Aaron was sitting next to her. He’d said he was hunting someone in the Himalayas though, why would he be here?
“You up?” Shadow asked, knife in hand as he watched Sorceress warily.
“Yeah, why didn’t you kill me when you had the chance? I know it was you who shot.” Sorceress asked, she knew Shadow was very well capable of killing her, and figured he wasn’t above killing someone who’d been knocked out.
“I… didn’t feel like it.” Shadow mumbled, or rather, Aaron, who had surfaced now. Shadow was a Sniper, not a teenager with a crush. There was a silence after this, Sorceress was still processing things, and Aaron couldn’t believe his luck, being able to be with Sorceress/Hannah while she was unconscious. He was mentally berating himself for not doing something while she was out of it.
“Thanks,” Sorceress said quietly, standing up and brushing off dust and rock chunks from the collapse. “I’m glad you didn’t kill me, Aaron.” With that, Sorceress logged out, leaving a happy Aaron sitting on the ground. He, too, logged out after that, removing his glasses and turning off the light to his room. There certainly was a day ahead of him tomorrow.

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Cheating

Dell kicks Sam in the balls and fucks Sam’s wife and daughter. Dell would rather fuck than haul hogs.

Fantasy

Her Fucking Uncle

This is my first story in a good long while. I’ve been busy with university, and between essays I just havn’t been able to find it in me to write. Hopefully this marks a turn for the better. I do have a series I’ve been wanting to complete for over a year now. Please let me know in the comments if I should continue with this or Malpractice or try something new.

Fantasy

How about a pic? – Chapter One

How about a pic – Chapter One
One day, not too long ago, I was sitting around the house very bored. My wife and kids had gone to their sister’s lake house. I opted out to do “yard work” and basically do whatever the hell I wanted to.
I was procrastinating as it was pretty hot outside when I received a text. I went to check it and got side-tracked with something silly on television. After finally getting the gumption to head outside, I figured check my phone before heading out to crank up the lawn mower.
To my surprise, I had received a text message from my sister in law that stated, “How about a pic?”
I sent her a reply. “Sorry sweetie, you must have sent this to the wrong person,” and headed outside.
After an hour or so, I had finished mowing and headed back in for some refreshment and checked my phone for messages, calls from my wife, etc. I saw that I had a voicemail. It was from Gina, my wife, letting me know that they had decided to stay the rest of the weekend and that I was on my own for dinner unless I wanted to come on over to the lake which was about 2.5 hours away.
The lake did sound good and I was tempted to brush off the work I had been neglecting around the house. I thought better of it and figured now was as good a time as any to get this stuff done and maybe get some thank you sex from my wife. Sex was few and far between with her the past few years. We’re still very much in love, but the spark in our relationship had certainly diminished. I guess the hope was what got me to work in the yard in the first place.
I decided to return her call. We chatted for a few minutes and I assured her that the time at home would be well worth it for the yard and for me. I updated her on the progress and she seemed somewhat engaged with the conversation. She laughed at my jokes about the next door neighbor’s yard and added that her sister and brother-in-law were wonderful hosts and that all the cousins were getting along famously. I was relieved that everyone was having a good time and the mood there seemed very relaxed and fun. I did feel a bit weird for not obliging the invitation, but I was enjoying some alone time and being outside always seemed to reinvigorate me back to earlier, simpler times. However, I knew the progress I had made could be rewarded and for that I was grateful as well.
“Okay honey, tell Sarah and Mikayla hello and give them big hugs and kisses form their dad. I’ll see ya when you get home.”
With that we hung up as I took a long swig of the water cup I had filled when I came inside. I hit “end” on the phone to end my conversation when I noticed I had missed a text message as well. I pulled up the text and it was again from my sister-in-law, Hannah. I click on the message that said.
“How ‘bout you send me a pic anyway?”
I replied, a bit perplexed with her text.
“What kind of pic do you want? I’m alone this weekend, so you never know what you’re going to get! :)”
I liked to tease my sister in law. She was about 10 years younger than my wife and certainly enjoyed being the “baby” of the family and took every opportunity to play her part. She seemed to have no real direction in life.
Her parents had bought a house for her close to town. It was an older home that they had completely re-done. It was in an “up and coming neighborhood,” where loads of hipsters had landed and provided for an eclectic mix of people from all walks of life. This is where my sister-in-law seemed to be thriving for now and I certainly saw her attitudes mature as well. Coming from a strict up-bringing, I think that she was still in her rebellious phase. I think she partied some, but still was able to maintain her “good girl” standing with the family which kept the checks rolling in from her parents.
Almost as soon as I hit send from my phone I received an immediate reply with a multi-media message from her. It was a picture of Hannah with a skimpy two-piece on with the caption, “do you think this is too small?”
I had to rub my eyes when I first saw the pic. I also double-checked to make sure it was from Hannah, thinking maybe she had accidentally sent it to me instead of one of her boy friends.
It was indeed Hannah, in a swim suit…a two piece that didn’t leave a ton to the imagination. My mind raced and I could feel my balls stir. I was 12 years her senior and I had practically watched this girl grow up, but it still caused a familiar stirring in my loins. I was a little bit shocked, more turned on and definitely wondering how far this would go.
Let me describe Hannah for you. She stands about 5’8” tall with blond hair down to her shoulders. She is not skinny, but she’s certainly not fat. She’s definitely buxom, with the right amount of meat on her bones. She has very nice curves with at least D cup boobs, could be a little smaller or bigger, but the swimsuit definitely made them look large as the fabric from the top only covered some of them.
The bikini bottom seemed to accentuate her curvy hips. They were the perfect shape with the nicest and cheeks I’d seen in a while. They had the perfect amount of tightness and bounciness, which I hope makes sense. I had admired it from afar all too long, so it was nice to get a better view, even though the pic was small. I wondered what everything looked like underneath and I imagined a smoothly shaved pussy and asshole, ripe for a cock like man to use and abuse.
Although the picture this was a side view, definitely taken with her cell phone in a mirror in her bathroom, I got a full view of her glorious figure. She definitely had curves in the right places.
I couldn’t believe that I was seeing my sister-in-law in this state of dress…or rather almost undress. Sure, I had seen her in a swimsuit throughout the years. She always looked good but she always wore a modest one piece suit around the family. So, seeing her this way was certainly a welcome sight. Sure, I had dreamed about her from time to time, but nothing ever came of it, nor did I ever expect it to…until now. I saw just a tiny glimmer of hope and figured that she was just being a tease. I shook my head a few times and sent a reply.
“Hannah, this is your brother-in-law Mike. Did you mean to send this to me?”
I was pleased with my reply, thinking that for some reason, this was some sort of weird test conjured up by my wife and Hannah.
“Bling-Bling,” my phone chirped at me just as I was about to put it down with one word.
“No”
Nothing else. I waited a few minutes and my phone chimed again.
“Of course I know it’s you! What are you doing?”
I replied, “Yard work, want to help?”
“Ick…that sucks, can I come use your pool?”
“Sure, but you may have to wear something different than what’s in the pic,” I answered, again proud of myself for passing yet another test.
“Ok, I’ve got something better! You’ll like it for sure. See you in a few.”
I wasn’t sure what ‘something better’ meant but figured that it would be more like she normally wore around our pool with the family here. I secretly hoped for her to wear the skimpy suit from the pic. However, I wasn’t sure I could stand having a scantily-clad, young woman lounging around my pool while I worked in the yard…although I really didn’t mind. Hey, a guy can dream can’t he.
I figured Hannah would come over, go for a swim, lay out in what was left of the afternoon sun and then go hang with her friends. That was pretty typical behavior for her in the summer time. I certainly didn’t mind and definitely didn’t mind when she brought her friends over as well. From time to time Hannah would bring friends with her and having late 20’s and early 30 year old single women almost naked around my pool was always a good thing and provided plenty of “spank bait” for later.
I was proud of myself for passing my perceived “test” and went back out to the yard to finish the trimming and the yard.
I fired up the trimmer and headed into the back yard to hit around the trees and make sure everything was ship shape. Our yard, in places, had become pretty overgrown and I chided myself for not giving it the TLC it needed to be the showplace we’d always dreamed of. Our 7 foot privacy fence enclosed an expansive backyard with the pool, huge, hardwood-trees, flower beds a small creek that ran through the back corner complete with a gazebo and fire pit for entertaining friends and family on cool evenings.
I was very proud of the backyard, it had been my design from the beginning and I had let it get out of control. As I continued working on the overgrowth, I hadn’t noticed that Hannah had let herself in and was lying by the pool. I quickly glanced back as I saw her easing into a chaise lounge to sun. Of course she had perfectly aligned herself with the sun between the trees. It was getting to be about 3pm and I knew the sun would duck down below the tree line in an hour or so and steal the sun from baking her skin.
I hadn’t really noticed what she was wearing, but as I finally had finished trimming, I realized that I was hot and thirsty so I headed back to the house. I was looking down at the ground, feeling dog tired as I yelled out to Hannah, “Hey Hannah, I’ll join you in a few minutes. I’ll bring some beers too,” I said and kept my eyes towards the ground and continued the trek back to the shed near the garage.
“Hey there…she said in a flirty voice. Ohhh good. Bring some of that good tequila and we can do body shots too,” as she chuckled a bit.
I didn’t answer. I passed the pool and trudged back up towards the house with the trimmer and my sweat covered self to get things back to where they belonged while promising myself that I’d ever let the backyard go like I had ever again. Although I didn’t take a long look, I noticed, from the corner of my eye, that my sister-in-law was showing a lot of skin. I think my mind was playing tricks on me and I quickly hurried to put away the yard tools.
Man, was it hot. Summers in the south are known for their heat, but also for their humidity. You could almost cut the air with a knife. I was happy to be done for the day’s chores and desperately needed some relief from the heat. I went inside quickly threw on my swim trunks and headed for the kitchen to grab a big jug of cold water from the fridge. I opened the jug and drank a few swigs as my eyes gazed through the breakfast room window over the pool.
In the middle of one of the gulps, my eyes saw her. I gasped and tried to swallow but gagged instead. Water shot through my nose as I closed my eyes. A mix of, “Oh shit, I’m choking,” and “I can’t believe it,” raced through my mind as I turned to the sink to spit out the rest of the water in my mouth as the other bit dripped from my nose. I coughed a few times and wiped my face and gathered my composure. I took another look as I shook my head a few times to make sure my eyes could actually see what they saw just a few seconds before.
There…on the chaise lounge was Hannah…completely topless. Not on her back like a lot of women do in the sun, but her wonderful D cup boobs, wonderfully oiled, glistening in the afternoon sun and for me to gaze upon in desire…as well as almost choke to death. Hannah had her sunglasses on so I’m not sure if she was looking at me, but her head was certainly turned in my direction. I assumed she was looking straight at me. Her chest was much better than I had ever dreamed. She had perfectly round, puffy nipples with a thin pale strip of light skin that circled the outer areola creating a thing almost white line between where her nipple ended and her skin began. Her chest heaved in the sunlight as I detected small beads of sweat drifting slowly between the two wonderful globes protruding from her chest.
Admittedly, my cock jumped inside the constraints of my swim trunks as I continued to gather myself from nearly choking a few seconds ago. The flirtation between us had certainly been amped up…and I wasn’t going to refuse. In the back of my mind, however, I did warn myself, that this could still be a test. I admired her for about 5 more seconds as I turned back to the kitchen grabbed a cooler bag and stuffed a few beers, the bottle of Patron, she had requested and some ice. I grabbed the jug and headed out to see what, if anything, was next. I surveyed the fridge and grabbed a carton of strawberries and gathered some sliced limes in a baggie and headed out the door.
“Sure is a nice view,” I said laughing quickly walking down to the pool.
“Ya think,” she asked and giggled as her tits jiggled from the laughter. I strode towards her side of the pool like it was no big deal
“I hope you don’t mind me tanning Euro-style today,” she added.
I walked to the chair beside her and placed the cooler bag between her chair and mine, pulled a beer out, opened it and handed it to her.
“Thanks. I could use one of these,” she said
“You’re welcome,” I answered. My eyes gazed at my sister-in-law’s beautiful body. The sun warming her lovely, oiled skin. Beads of sweat dripped down her body making her skin sparkle and the sun beath down on her torso. My cock began to stir again in my shorts. Hannah reached for the beer and touched my hand gently and glanced up. My eyes wandered over her body once more.
“Beautiful,” I said and with that, I dove into the water. It was refreshing! Not only did it wash away the dirt, sweat and grime from my outdoor chores but I emerged from the water feeling almost like a new man. Its’ coolness seemed to restore my aching muscles. I ran my hand through my hair to wipe away the excess water and swam back where Hannah was sitting, almost a little too proudly.
“Hannah, would you hand me a beer,”
“No problem,” she quickly got up from her chaise, bent over the cooler, her boobs hung down perfectly. She turned her ass towards me and seemed to stick them out to taunt me. She grabbed the beer from the cooler and while bent over, I saw her glance and smile at me. I whistled at her and tried to keep a cool demeanor, but I think my jaw opened a bit and I’m sure there was a dumbfounded look on my face when she turned towards me. Her boobs swayed back into place and jiggled ever so slightly as she approached the edge of the pool and reached out to hand the beer to me.
My hand lightly brushed hers as she bent down allowing me a better look at the wonderful globes that protruded from her chest. I quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her in the water, beer and all.
She screamed as her body hit the water making a splash. Hannah tits undulated and swayed as if in slow motion as her body crashed into the water. I knew I was in for it when she recovered from the shock. I started laughing as she emerged from the water quickly. The water splashed over her body and created small rivers that ran between and around her boobs. She flicked her hair back in one swift movement and lunged towards me.
“I’m gonna get you,” she stated coming towards me forgetting, or maybe not, that she was naked from the waist up.
“I dare you,” moving towards the center of the pool, feigning to try to get away from her.
Hannah caught me and literally and placed her hands in the top of my shoulders and jumped up. I had a wonderful view of her tits as they bounced together and mingled with the water. I could see her nipples had constricted from the coolness of the water as she lunged towards me. I was now facing their magnificence and relished the opportunity to be this close to Hannah’s wonderful body. Hannah then pushed herself up as my face was swallowed between. The insides of her tits literally slapped against my ears and I succumbed to her advances, and allowed myself to be dunked into the cool water. Hannah tried to escape but I reached up and pulled her under with me. Her skin felt smooth as I wrapped my arms around her sides. With my head still buried between them, my hands moved to her sides and forcefully pulled them against me. I found my footing and shot up through the water and back to the air above. Keeping the embrace, I pulled her body closer to mine as we re-emerged and both took a huge gasp of oxygen.
We emerged from the water. I was laughing, and I stand at nearly 6’4” tall and I seemed to tower over Hannah’s 5’8” frame. Our bodies were still pressed together and the wonderful sensation of her mounds against my chest was amazing. Just as quickly as I could realize the sensation, she pushed me away. I laughed and released her from my grip and swam to the side to take a swig of my beer.
As I chugged the beer I felt my cock had arrived at the party. It strained against my trunks and I was hoping that playtime wasn’t over.
“You mess with the bull, you get the horns,” I said between chugs of beer, as well as a few laughs.
“The horns huh,” she giggled and approached me.
“C’mon now, I don’t want to hurt you Hannah,” I began to laugh and held my hands up and made a squeezing motion with my fingers as if to squeeze her boobies. I felt a little bit like a middle school kid, but with a way better view.
“I might just like that,” she said and lunged forward. I pushed my hands forward to catch her and finally grasped the sweet globes and felt them beneath my fingers. They had the perfect amount of sponginess to them and could feel the nipple glide along the palm of my hand. Then I realized I had been tricked…of course. Hannah grasped me by the cock. She took it in her hand and then down to my balls and gently squeezed. Not enough to hurt, but enough for me to raise my hands in surrender.
“Ahhh, shit,” I exclaimed.
“Ohhh, the horns huh. Feels more like a horn,” She laughed “a nice one too,” she added and squeezed them a little tighter.
“Shit Hannah, that fucking hurts…”
She let go rather slowly enough for her palm to engulf my swollen member in her hand and slide it off very gently and gave it a light pat.
“Awwww, poor baby, can I rub it?” she asked with a gleam in her eye and innocent look on her face. She slowly opened her mouth and licked her lips as she reached for it again.
I didn’t stop her and just nodded with acceptance and she leaned in closer. I reached my arm around her. Her palm rested against my belly button and slowly undid the tie at the top of my trunks. With one swift movement her hand slipped inside my pants and gently brushed the head of my cock and gently snaked its way around the girth and to the base.
My mouth must have been wide open in disbelief.
“Poor, poor brother-in-law. What have we here?”
She began rubbing it gently up and down and continued to look towards her in disbelief of her display. It wasn’t that I minded…it was just that she just went for it…all of it.
I gently pushed my hands towards her breasts and took one from beneath to feel its weight. I smoothed the goose bumps down gently and rubbed up to meet the nipples with each of my hands.
I then pulled her close. She looked up and we finally had our first of what I hoped would be many kisses. Her lips were glistening with water and looked very inviting. Hannah’s were great, very plump and luscious.
I had imagined kissing her lips quite a few times and I was finally now able to say, they are as good as I had dreamed of. Our lips met and she opened her mouth. I slowly offered my tongue, she obliged by swirling hers around mine and I pulled her closer to me. It was as if electricity surrounded us…partly from the desire between us and the other from the taboo that she and I are brother and sister-in-law.
She worked her hand gently up and down the shaft of my cock as my hands continued exploring her naked back. Her lovely breasts smashed against my chest while my hands roamed her back, making their way to her ample ass cheeks. They felt good to my hands. The fabric of her suit clung tightly to her skin. I gently snuck my hand down the middle of her crack and inside the flimsy fabric of her suit.
Her body jolted as my finger made one swirl around he puckered asshole and I began to move us towards the pool steps to get more comfortable. Her legs wrapped around my waist, we never stopped the kissing and feeling each other’s bodies. She straddled me and gently relaxed her leg muscles and placed her on the steps of the pool.
She looked up at me with a very naughty expression on her face. She moved her index finger up to her lips and said,
“I feel like a naughty girl…”
“I like naughty,” I replied and reached for her suit bottoms.
She lifted her ass enough for me to pull them over her hips and displayed the most amazing and sweetest pussy I’d ever seen. What enveloped my view was perfectly shaved, not a hair or even stubble to be seen with wonderful labia slightly protruding from her gorgeous slit. At the top, this beautiful glistening skin that encased her clit was begging to be sucked and I was happy to oblige.
I kissed Hannah intently as I threw her bikini bottoms to the pool deck. They landed with a thwack as I moved in…she stopped me for a second and began yanking at the sides of my trunks as well. Obliging her desire, I quickly began pulling them down. Not taking my eyes off of Hannah, she stared at the bulge expectantly as the trunks slid across my crotch and brought my cock into her full view.
Now, I’m not hung like a bear, but the girth of my cock is pretty nice, a little over 2” in diameter and not quite 6” long.
My cock sprung from my suit and bounced against the water and then stood parallel to it. Hannah’s eyes widened, although I don’t think she did this intentionally, she licked her lips as if preparing for a delicious meal…which she would get eventually, but I had to get my lips and tongue onto and into her waiting pussy.
“I’ve wanted to see this for a long time. Only a glimpse or two over the years, but those peeks only left me wanting more,” Hannah exclaimed as I dropped to my knees on the bottom step.
“I know the feeling,” looking up at her and staring into her eyes then her boobs then down to her slit, taking one of her legs onto my shoulder and began to kiss my way down to the treasure I was seeking.
Hannah moved her fingers between her legs and gently opened the lips exposing its lovely pink center.
Her ass on the top stair in the pool as the water gently lapped against her opening. She rubbed a circle around it with two of her fingers and offered them to me. I gently suckled them, relishing the sweet aroma.
With one swoop I moved my face forward and attacked her sweet outer lips. My tongue pried them apart and Hannah’s fingers move down to assist as they opened them completely offering them to my assault.
I licked the entire length of her slit, grazing the sweet, pearl-like nub all the way to her canal. My tongue navigating its circumference once and then lunging deep inside. Hannah gasped as I snaked my tongue in her once, swirling around the entrance two more times and then back inside. She continued opening the lips and begging for more.
“Ohhh,” she jolted forward slamming my tongue inside her. “Yes….ewwwwww…ohhhh,” she offered as I snuck my hand up to her opening and sneakily inserted a finger. My tongue licked its way up to her gleaming pearl peeking out from its hood-like enclosure. Hannah pulled the skin back allowing it to come into full view. I took a mouthful of pool water and gently allowed it to wash over her lips and then quickly took the exposed nub into my mouth. I suckled at it gently and swirled my tongue around it a few times as the first shockwaves of an impending orgasm languidly moved through Hannah’s body.
My finger worked in and out of her slippery slit, burying itself deep inside my sister-in-law’s womb and quickly finding her spongy g-spot, my index finger gently raked along the small ripples of skin, all the while I continued sucking her sweet and slippery slit up to her pearl.
“Oh my gawwwwd,” Hannah screamed, almost a little too loudly into the late afternoon air. I quickly added another finger inside her. It slipped in with ease as my hand began pumping in and out of her quickening the pace. Her moans of pleasure continued. I looked up to watch her face. Hannah’s eyes were slammed shut as she bit her lip. Her cheeks were quickly getting flushed as her body inadvertently jerked forward every few seconds. She then bit her bottom lip as she tried to catch her breath and my tongue continued lapping up the sweet nectar that oozed from between her lips.
Sucking her sweet nub and my two-fingered assault was almost too much for Hannah. She placed one of her hands on the back of my head and the other behind her on the step of the pool to steady herself. I felt her body jolt forward slamming my nose between her folds.
“Oh shit….yes,” she yelled at me with more authority. “I’m gonna cum brother! I’m gonna cum all over your face,” she added with more volume.
Finally, I felt the build-up of electricity as she was shoving my face against her body. One last swirl of my tongue and then a long intentional suck of her nub as my fingers worked in and out of her and she let out a tremendous moan,”
“Ohhhhhhh……yeeeeeesssssssssss,” she screamed, wrapping one leg around my head with her hand between. I almost couldn’t breathe but it was nice feeling the heaving of her body so close to mine spasm-ing over and over again.
I lapped up the sweet nectar that had exploded across my face. It was so sweet and yummy, like honey from a fresh hive, I enjoyed its lovely aroma and taste as my two fingers slipped from inside her and she finally released me from her grip.
I looked down at Hannah. Her eyes were closed, her face was flushed her chest pumping up and down as she tried to catch her breath. She mumbled a few times, “Oh my god….oh my god,” trying to catch her breath.
“I’ve never cum so hard in my life,” she added finally opening her eyes to look at me. She reached up and grabbed me and pulled me close and began kissing me hard while reaching down to rub her hand over my cock. She licked and lapped at my face, tasting her own juices. She was animalistic at this point.
She then turned me over and out me in the same place she was sitting a few moments before and quickly slid in front of me and quickly inhaled my cock. In one swallow she took the whole thing inside her.
My eyes rolled back in my head feeling her tongue swirling all around me as the head of my cock plunged into her throat.
Hannah grabbed my hand and placed it on the back of her head and showed me that she wanted me to force her down on all of my cock. I obliged and gently pushed her down as far as she could go. Her hand quickly moved to my balls as she fondled them, I let go of her head allowing her a quick breath before returning her more forcefully down to take my cock into her juicy mouth.
She looked up at me. I took my hand and began pulling her hair up and down. I allowed her another breath and she said, “I want you to fuck my mouth. Please fuck it hard!”
I couldn’t believe the dirty talk and words coming out of her mouth, but I loved it. There was so much desire on her face. I had never really been with a woman that wanted it rough, so it kind of frightened me a bit to think that I could oblige her request so quickly and easily. I believe a primal desire had kicked in and I was determined to take advantage of the opportunity as I wasn’t sure that this would ever happen again.
Hannah was gagging on my cock, but seemed to enjoy this more than I ever would have thought. The sensation of my cock invading her throat was amazing. My sister-in-law was basically allowing me to use her as my fuck toy…and I was enjoying it. All too quickly though I felt the tingling sensation as the cum in my balls started to well up inside me.
“I’m close,” I exclaimed to Hannah as she looked up desperate to speak. I released my grip on her head as she gasped for air and said, “Cum in my throat or on my face. I like it either way!” She then resumed sucking my cock. I stopped her for a second and stood up. I placed her on the step just below me so she was almost eye-level with my cock.
She resumed sucking intently on my engorged member. And then my toes began to curl. I stopped Hannah’s head from bobbing up and down on my penis and exclaimed, “I want to cum on your face sweetie.” She released her grip on my cock. I grabbed it and furiously started pumping as Hannah titled her head back and stuck her tongue out like a bird waiting for her mother to return to the nest.
I slapped my cock twice on her tongue when I finally relented and allowed my sperm to be released towards the beautiful creature in front of me.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhh,” escaped my mouth as pearly-white rope of cum spurted forth from the head landing partially in her mouth but creating a wide swath across her nose and forehead. Hannah simply laughed and continued sticking her tongue out as more cum spewed forth from my head. I aimed it into her mouth and a thick glob shot straight to the back of her throat. She gagged but laughed as she then allowed it to dribble from her mouth.
The feeling of her tongue along the bottom of my shaft was, in a word, AMAZING. Shot after shot of sticky, white cum shot from my cock. Some landed in her mouth yet other spurts smeared across her lovely face. I could feel the wave of pleasure subsiding as my quads began to burn from straining so hard. That was one of the hardest orgasms I had in a while.
I tried to gain my composure a bit and looked down at Hannah who had just swallowed the load that managed to land her mouth. The rest she scraped into her hand and quickly licked off.
“Ummmm, so good…and good for you too,” she said finishing cleaning her face.
I stood there in awe of my beautiful sister-in-law. I shimmied down the stairs of the pool and dove in hoping that the water would help my muscles, not only from the yard but from the incredible orgasm I had just had.
Hannah simply smiled and giggled as she hurried up the stairs, grabbed the bottle of tequila and a shot glass and poured herself a shot and then one for me and handed it to me from the pool deck.
“Don’t pull me in again,” she said.
“I know, don’t want to waste that tequila,” I said as I took the shot glass from her and took my shot.
“Whew,” she yelled. Her young body bouncing as she raised her hand over her head and then softly added, “Bro, I have to say, you’re one good pussy licker. I’m still all tingly,” she added as she turned to return the bottle to the cooler bag making sure she displayed all her assets to me as she did.
Three steps and jump, she was back in the pool.
The cool water felt good against my body. Hannah swam up from behind and wrapped her legs around my waist. The feeling of my nubile sister-in-law’s body wrapped around me was intoxicating. Her skin rubbing against mine was heavenly. Her feet came together and gently embraced my cock. She formed her arches around the base and expertly coaxed it back to life. My hands reached around and gently cupped her ass cheeks and roamed up and down. My fingers lightly grazed against her inner thighs and gently grazed her protruding folds. I could feel the warmth building and emitted as the index fingers of my hands swept across her tiny asshole. Hannah’s boobs crushed themselves against my back. Her feet began working up and down my shaft gently. I felt her nipples slide across and up and down my back. My cock continued to fill with blood until it was rock hard.
My hands finished their ministrations as I turned around to face her. Hannah’s deep blue eyes like saucers caught mine. We kissed passionately and I moved my cock to her entrance. The head slipped in just a bit. I thrust my tongue forward in unison to swirl around hers as she adjusted her legs allowing the head to fully disappear inside. I could feel the grip of her warm pussy walls pulling the shaft inside her. It slowly glided inside her. Our tongues continued to dance in her mouth as my cock slowly eased further and further inside her womb.
I soon bottomed out inside her. My balls slammed against her with a thud. Hannah’s eyes opened as did mine. They were wide as saucers. I moved my hands to her haunches and slowly began rocking them back and forth so that she was gliding up and down the thick shaft of my cock. The head of my cock was enveloped by the sugary walls of her pussy. She was tight, but not too tight. No doubt the thickness of its girth caught her by surprise.
I released our kiss and Hannah took the back of my head and pulled it so we were nose to nose and eye to eye. My hands pushed her hips back and forth slamming almost to the hilt and then pulling her back. Our eyes locked together as I continued to plunge myself inside her. Hannah’s mouth was wide open and let out moans every third or fourth thrust which encouraged me to continue.
“Uh….your cock is soooo thick. Don’t stop. Uhhhhh, don’t stop,” she whispered.
My hands roamed her ass until my index finger finally found her sweet ass hole. I teased it slightly swirling around the opening. My cock still plunging in and then out. Three my thrusts and my finger finally wiggled its way in a tiny bit.
“Oh yessssss! Put your finger in my ass,” Hannah encouraged. My index finger slowly slipped inside. I briefly stopped the motion up and down to bury my cock as deeply as I could which allowed me more time to slide my finger all the way in her ass.
Hannah then placed her forehead on my shoulder and her legs wrapped tightly around me as if her body couldn’t get enough of me inside.
“Put another one in,” she begged as he breath quickened. I quickly darted another inside her and Hannah’s movements became much more hurried and rushed. She actually bit my shoulder and I sped the pace of ramming my cock inside her. My fingers worked inside her rectum simultaneously which sent her over the edge.
“Yessss,” Hannah yelled. “Ohhhhhhhh…..soooooo good! You’re a naughty brother-in-law and I love it! I love your cock inside my pussy!”
With that statement she became wild. The sloshed between our bodies sending splashes of water between her tits as they swayed and bounced. I began slamming my hips into her a my index and middle fingers tried moving up and down as I felt the pulse of my heart beating through the tp of my cock. It longed to spew its pearly-white seed inside my sister-in-law’s cunt…but I needed her to cum again.
I continued pounding her. Hannah’s head gyrated as I could feel her leg muscles contracting bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
“Uhh, uhhh, uhhhh,” she cried as she looked at me and said, “I’m gonna cum, please cum inside my pussy. It needs your pearly white cum. Fuck that pussy hard and spew your cum inside my hole.”
With that I literally started pumping my fingers and slamming myself as hard and as fast as I could between us. Waves of water splashed over us and I continued pumping harder and harder. Hannah’s moans became faster and faster. I longed to spew inside her and held on while she was just reaching the apex or her fantastic orgasm!
“Yeessss….cum inside me now,” she screamed.
With that encouragement, I let go. I couldn’t believe the torrent of cum that I released. Her pussy contracted my cock milking its’ substance as she let out a final moan and then a silent “yesssss,” she whispered in my ears.
“I’ve wanted your cock and cum inside me since I was little. Thank you for fucking me so good.”
I held her tightly as I continued emptying myself inside her. Hannah’s orgasm finally subsided and we looked at each other again. I was in disbelief as she lunged towards me and kissed me shoving her tongue in my mouth. I could barely hold us up and I finally let go allowing us to submerge into the water below us. I found my footing again and pulled us up for oxygen and Hannah finally let me go.
“I can barely walk,” she said as she slid off of me. I quickly turned around picked her up and placed her on the edge of the pool.
I kissed both of her legs as they dangled in the water.
“You stay right here. I’ll get us a drink and a snack and maybe we can figure out what other trouble we can get into. You’ve made this old man very happy,” I added and quickly hopped from the pool over to the chairs, grabbed a couple more beers, the strawberries and took a seat next to Hannah at the pool’s edge.
I offered her a strawberry and cracked open another beer for each of us. I rubbed her back and Hannah rested against my shoulder as she took a bite and said, “I’ve got a few more surprises left for you tonight,”
“Like what,” I asked her taking a bite out of another strawberry,
“Well, ya know my friend Laura,” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Well, she’s gonna be here in like 5 minutes. She knows that I’ve wanted you for the last 10 years and she wants you too. I figured you’d like having two girls and she and I…well…we like boys and girls if you know what I mean,”
I must have had the most stupid look on my face because as Hannah looked up to see my approval a puzzled look came across her face.
“You want me to call her and tell her to bail,” she asked.
“No, no…I mean, I guess that’s fine. I mean who am I to complain. I’m just having a little trouble with all of this,” I told her.
“Well, it’s like this. I know my sister isn’t a wild one and I know that she doesn’t put out. I mean, it doesn’t take a psychologist to figure that out. So, I just decided to help you out. Of couse this will be our secret.
I’ve wanted you for a long time and in the past hour you’ve surpassed my dreams by 10 of how good I thought you might be in bed. So, why not share the love. I love Laura, she loves me and we’d want to do this together. We talked about it and planned it when I heard that my suster was going to the lake with the kids and leaving you home. Soooooo….are you in,”
“Definitely,” I said. “How could I argue with that logic,” I added with a giggle.
With that we heard a car pull up to the garage. Hannah got up quickly, very much still naked, and made her way over to greet her friend Laura.
More to come…hopefully.

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I will do anything to belong vi

I went home and Dad was waiting for me with the school Principal. Busted!!!!!
“Kelly, David says you have not been to school for a while – what gives. I gave him a look which told him if he got heavy I would tell the world he was a child molester. “Maybe I could sort this out with Mr Smith in your study Daddy”
I walked into the study and Mr Smith, a short bald headed man about 55 followed me. Daddy closed the door behind it and I turned to face Mr Smith.
“You need an education Kelly – you cannot keep cutting school – I – oh dear – oh Kelly – wh wh- what are you – oh my – oh God forgive me – oh Kelly this is wrong – Kelly – I will have to call your father – I – oh –oh that feels sooo good – no Kelly – I – oh – oh shit – “
I was on my knees having removed my clothes and Mr Smith’s cock from his trousers and was looking up at him with my child’s eyes while I gave him the best blow job of his life.
“Oh Kelly you are a bad girl – I – oh I should stop you but you are the best – suck it oh yes be a good girl for your headmaster –” He thrust his cock deep into my mouth.
Once I knew he was allowing himself to enjoy it I stood in front of him and looked into his eyes.
“Mr Smith I want you to put your pee pee in my privates”
“Oh God have mercy on my sick soul – lay on the desk you gorgeous little girl – I am going to fill you with my pee pee – hurry before your Dad comes in.”
The pervert fucked me with his surprisingly long and thick cock – he was actually quite good – and grunted as he filled my cunt with his cum.
“Oh Mr Smith – I loved that – I will fuck you whenever you want if you tell my parents that Heather and I are at school everyday – how does that sound? Or would you rather I called them in now and rewound the Video camera to show them how perverted you are?”
“You little shit” He was angry.” How dare you blackmail me”
“I dare “ I said, “ and if you know what is good for you you will do as I say”
Just then my father entered the room. Seeing me naked and the teacher’s cock hanging out told him quickly school was no longer a problem. Good he didn’t want his wife sending me away to boarding school.
“So David we are clear about the school situation”. Daddy said as he pushed me to my knees and pushed his cock into my mouth.
“You sick fuck” The Headmaster said as he watched Daddy face fuck his child,
“You can talk David – I can see you have been playing with my child.”
“Yea but you are her father”
“Quit bleating and take over here while I fuck this little slut’s ass” My father really didn’t like me. He moved to my ass while David shoved his cock into my face. I was so glad Ned had hooked cameras into the house – this was good shit.”
They continued fucking my small body until the Principal announced he was coming and filled my mouth just as Daddy filled my ass. Daddy hardly seemed to notice how much spunk dripped out as the cum from my day’s work was spilling from my ass.
“Kelly you are such a good girl – I can see why your father loves you so much” The Headmaster left and Daddy locked the door.
“Kelly – I want you to do something special for me tonight that will help Daddy get a pay rise.
“Of course Daddy” I said – the pervert wanted to be my pimp now.
“I am taking you to my boss’s house tonight and if I let them party with you he will pay me more money so it is important ok.”
“Sure Daddy but how did they know I would play”
“I sort of found George surfing pedophile sites the other day and while I could have blackmailed him with that – offering you was even better insurance for Daddy’s job. I am only doing it to keep our lifestyle safe sugar – Daddy really loves you and will hate thinking about what George and his mates will do to you”
“Daddy what is a pedophile? “
“Um an adult who likes having sex with children”
“Doesn’t everyone love their kids like you do” I asked innocently
“No Kelly – I think it is natural and normal but not everyone does.” I looked worried – better for the video.
“Will you stay?” I asked finally.
“No Mommy wants me to go out – you will be fine honey.”
I was so hurt – I almost cried. Daddy was giving me to other men to play with. I knew the address so I sent Ned a text so he could get some surveillance in – we could make a lot of money with this sort of stuff and it would help me with my plan for Daddy.
Later that night Daddy left me at the door of George’s house and left. George answered and his eyes lit up as he looked at the young girl with pigtails, party dress and white bobby socks standing at the door.
He showed me in and I was met by 12 men all in business suits and all drinking whiskey.
“Hi I’m Kelly” I said and did a curtsey.
They all laughed and George handed me a drink
“You might need this sweetheart – you have a busy night ahead and not all of it will be fun for you..
They all laughed again as I sculled the whiskey and then without any pretense at seduction, George lifted me up to sit on the bar, spread my legs and using a knife to cut my white panties – forced his huge 12 inch cock into my little body.
I screamed in pain and they all cheered – they wanted to hurt me – what had my father sent me into. I hoped Ned was watching so he could make sure they didn’t hurt me too badly. The night continued with everyman filling my cunt with so much force I was worried about internal injury then they took me outside to the barn.
The horse was huge but I loved the pain. I kept coming I was so turned on as the men holding me forced my body onto the huge horse cock. I was covered in horse cum as they made me lick the cock and clean it. They loved watching a little girl lick a horse cock and I loved doing it.
The horse began to shit and George had an idea.
“Hey guys what say we upgrade our toilet for tonight.” They all cheered again and soon they were all urinating on me. The piss made the barn floor slimy and I slipped and was soon rolling in the horse shit and hay as they continued pissing on the slut child.
I didn’t like where this was going, especially when George had the others hold me still while he sat on my open mouth and shit in my mouth.
“Swallow you filly little whore “ He hissed at me – this was dangerous – Ned was not there to protect me. I made a plan.
“Hmmmmm that tastes so good – can we go inside and I can eat some more” I said as I made a show of eating the shit in my mouth and licking my fingers.
I ran into the house – I knew there were cameras in there and the men followed. I was sitting so my head was on a chair – my face up with my mouth open waiting for my next mouthful. I was quickly obliged as another man sqautted above me and emptied his bowels while I felt another slide his cock into my cum filled cunt and start to fuck me again. This would make a good film. I wish I knew where the cameras were.
“George this child is a real slut – whose daughter did you say she is? He has trained her well – god I wish I could get my kid to be this good – stupid little slut just cries as I give her my cock .“
They sat me up as I licked shit from my lips.
“How old were you when you started Kelly.” George asked. What sort of stuff has your DAD been up to.”
I laughed, “He didn’t know I existed until I made him fuck my ass a few weeks ago. I popped myself with a dildo when I was nine and the gardener gave me my first cock when I was eleven and made me gangbang all his friends. I have been insatiable since then – so are you going to talk all night or are we going to fuck some more.”
They got back to business and over the next few ours I had multiple cocks in every hole in my tiny body.
I was lying on the couch with cum spilling from my body, covered in cum, shit and piss. I sat up to get ready to leave when I glimpsed George getting a knife from under his seat.
Luckily Ned was one step ahead and as George walked up behind me with the knife – Ned’s ugly gang stormed the place and within minutes George and his friends were on their knees – guns pointed at their heads.
“Thanks guys – don’t hurt them too much. They love shit so let it loose and as I left I knew George and his friends would be gangraped and forced to eat the shit of their rapists. I would enjoy that film with Ned later.
So I wonder if Daddy knew his girl was supposed to be the star in a nechrophillia party. He did look like he had seen a ghost when I walked into my parent’s room that night and sucked his cock dry while Mommy slept by his side. So the sick fuck thought he could get rid of me – I was beginning to realize where my sick mind came from. Your time is nigh Daddy.

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I am totally in love, these stories are like my dreams. I wish they would all come true.

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Broken Birds, Part 24, Dante’s World

Part 24
Dante’s World
Beth prayed for Becka. Though Becka’s words relieved the major part of her guilt, she was haunted by the agony in Becka’s eyes. She remembered her own agony all too well – not of the rape itself, but of the feelings and aftermath. Her memories of the events of that Saturday night had been almost entirely erased.
Mercifully Becka had little memory of the next two days.
Jennifer examined her carefully and spat her disgust with rural American doctors. Becka had Chlamydia and Gonorrhea of the throat. She suspected from talking with Becka that she also had Herpes 1.
Becka’s vagina, peritoneum and sphincter had been ripped. The injuries had never been repaired. Anger coursed through Jennifer. They’d been given the money. Why hadn’t they gone to the doctors?
She scheduled Becka for surgery in Brisbane.
Beth and Alice sat beside Becka on the lounge pool deck. Becka had wanted to sun bathe, but the sun was too strong in the early afternoon, so they sat in the shade. Ted and Michael sat together at the other end of the deck. Ted had a beer; Michael sipped a Mimosa.
Michael looked into Jennifer’s face and blanched. “Can you send for Nancy? I need to talk with Ted and her.” She said in clipped tones. She waived Alice over.
Beth and Becka came over. Michael sent Beth to get Nancy. He rose and excused himself. This was Burkett family business.
Nancy appeared, hurrying to their table.
Jennifer took a long breath trying to remain calm. She looked at Ted and Nancy, cocked her head toward Becka asking silently if they wanted her to hear.
“I’m seventeen. Tell me what’s wrong.” Becka had a mulish expression. Ted and Nancy nodded.
“Okay. Becka, you have a couple of diseases including Gonorrhea and Chlamydia of the throat. She reached into her white smock and pulled out two bottles. “The directions are on the bottles. I think you may also have Herpes 1. It’s very common. It may or may not be connected with the rape.”
Becka began to sob.
“You also have significant scarring from the tearing of your vagina and sphincter. There’s also some scarring on your cervix. We’ll need to get that evaluated by an OB/GYN. You’re going to need surgery. I’ve taken the liberty of scheduling it ten days from now. I want you healthy before the surgery. Recovery time is usually about 6 weeks.” Jennifer’s anger grew.
Becka was now openly crying in her father’s arms.
Jennifer’s eyes hardened, “Nancy, you’re a nurse. Why didn’t you get her treatment? Misha sent money!”
Nancy’s face seemed to come apart. She ran from the table.
“It’s not her fault. She took me to our doctor right after and he said I’d heal. He took some tests, but it was probably too soon for him to detect the diseases. She tried to get me to go to other hospitals and an OB/GYN. I refused to go. I told her I was fine and if she made me go, I’d kill myself,” Becka said sobbing into her father’s chest, “I thought I’d heal and then forget it ever happened.”
Jennifer nodded sadly, regretting what she’d said.
“Okay young lady,” Jennifer said sternly, “you’re here to get fixed and we will fix you. Go take the pills. I need to talk with your mother.”
Jennifer left to find Nancy and apologize.
Alice had been quiet during the discussion, carefully monitoring Becka and her father. Clearly she trusted him. He reminded Alice of Michael, including his haunted look.
“Ted, would you excuse Becka and me?” Alice said kindly, motioning Beth to come over just as Misha came to them. Misha’s face showed signs of crying. She had on a bright yellow one-piece bathing suit that showed off a killer body for a woman of any age.
Misha touched Becka’s cheek with infinite gentleness, “I’m Misha. Robert was my son. I’m so sorry, Honey.” Misha’s tears started again. Beth put her arms around Misha. Becka rose and joined them. All three cried.
Becka looked at Misha, “I don’t remember Robert. It was that bastard John that set me up and raped me first.”
‘Thank God for small mercies,’ Alice thought.
“Misha, I was going to start a session, so if you’ll excuse us.” Misha headed for the other side of the pool deck.
Alice asked Becka about her dreams for the future.
Alice and Beth talked with Becka for nearly three hours. Alice had a private session with Becka for another hour. By the end, they were exhausted, but Alice had some very specific ideas for treatment. She also had a problem.
During a particularly painful, private discussion, Becka blurted that Sandy had been molested by her uncle several years ago. They’d kept it a secret because Ted would have killed him. She asked Becka to see if Sandy wanted to talk about it.
“I’m not sure I want to be alone tonight,” Becka said sadly, “I think the nightmares will come back. Could you stay in the room with me?”
“Of course, Honey,” Alice searched Becka’s eyes for a moment. Unknowingly, she’d focused on the wrong broken bird.
As harrowing as it had been for Becka, the afternoon had awakened memories in Beth she never knew she had. The memories had not been erased after all. That night, she would have a tour of Dante’s Hell.
Dinner was somber, Becka’s agony awakening memories everyone wished they could erase. They parted early to go to bed. Beth declined going with Michael, saying she was tired and sending him to bed with Shoshana and Nita.
Beth lay in the darkness, finally succumbing to her exhaustion.
As soon as she closed the front door, Beth knew she was in trouble. She faced seven men and a girl, Thomas in front.
“We can do this the easy way of the hard way, Beth.” Thomas said smoothly. Beth was far from the first to be initiated!
She could smell the hate and lust. She turned to flee, but strong arms encircled her waist. She swung her elbow as her dad had taught her. Her elbow smashed into a face. She felt a facial bone break. She slammed the heel of her foot on her attacker’s foot. More bones shattered. He released his grip.
A vicious punch to her solar plexus drove her to her knees. She kicked out at crotch level and heard a satisfying scream. Her head was pulled up. A brutal punch broke her nose. She still fought with her nails, raking one face and a forearm. Someone twisted her arm behind her back. She screamed when it snapped.
She still struggled, but they had tape across her mouth and legs. When they taped her hands behind her back, the pain from her broken arm being twisted behind her was too much. She fainted.
They stripped her, tied her up, blind folded her and waived an ammonia capsule under her nose.
“I’m gonna teach this bitch a lesson,” an angry Thomas said, looking in the mirror at his face. The purple indentation on his cheek seemed to be growing. He limped over to the bed.
The girl helped him out of his clothes. She knelt in front of him, giving his hardening cock a wet bath. Then she lubed it with warming gel. They knew this allowed him to go balls deep without caring if the woman was ready.
It hurt the victim more that way. Several “townies” knew all to well.
He got between her splayed legs, groping her breasts. He went to kiss her. She spat at him. He slapped her hard. He bit down hard on her soft, firm breast, coming away with a piece. She fought him, but the ties were tight and her arm broken.
The girl took his cock and parted Beth’s nether lips. It sat at the entrance to Beth’s tunnel, ready to take her once in a lifetime gift.
“Bust that spoiled bitch’s cherry,” she said viciously.
Thomas thrust forward hard. Even the lube didn’t allow him to go balls deep on the first thrust. She was incredibly tight and hot. He could feel her hymen. He pulled back and thrust forward again. Beth screamed, writhing in agony beneath him as the door to her womb was ripped from her tunnel. His third thrust slammed into her cervix.
Beth began to lose consciousness again.
“No bitch, you’re not getting off that easy,” the girl said as she waved the ammonia capsule under Beth’s bloody nose, “By the end of tonight, you’ll be a total slut!”
Thomas jackhammered her for his own pleasure. She whimpered and moaned her pain and humiliation. He punctuated the violence of his orgasm by spitting in Beth’s rapidly closing eye.
He rolled off her. Another man entered her. She was in unbearable agony.
“Hey man, you must’ve cum a gallon. Talk about sloppy seconds!” He thrust forward into her tunnel meant for love.
Nonetheless, he quickly came inside her. She was still very tight, but now well lubed with semen.
Each of the seven took her. By the time the seventh animal rolled off, her pussy had been hideously damaged.
They rearranged her on the bed, pulling her to her knees. She kicked blindly, her heel connecting with the girl’s face. The girl screamed with rage.
“Later” Thomas said in a flat, dead tone.
Beth knew she would die. She tried to break free of the hands holding her legs.
“Get your dick in her ass. Give her something else to think about.”
Thomas aimed his lubed dick at her dark starfish. He thrust forward with all his might. Beth screamed as she felt her sphincter rip, opening the way to him. She tried to fight him, but her energy was about gone.
He pummeled her ass, slapping her ass cheeks to get a reaction. He shot his load deep in her bowels.
He went to her head to get her to clean his cock, but hesitated. This one was a fighter. She would bite him. He hopped off the bed on his one good foot and went to a drawer, finding his pliers. He returned, smiling evilly.
“Let’s give her a nice smile,” the girl pinched Beth’s broken nose so she would open her mouth. Thomas began to make Beth’s mouth safe for his cock. Her screams sprayed droplets of blood from her gums across the room.
Satisfied, he slapped her face. He was hard again. He plunged his cock deep in her mouth, but could not get through her throat. His friends plunged deep into her ass. The third man decided to fuck her ass, but shoot his cum in her mouth. The others followed, desperately trying to plunge their cocks into her throat.
None succeeded.
They flipped her onto her back. They retied her. She kicked weakly, still fighting them. Thomas climbed above her bloody mouth. He pinched her nostrils together. She opened her mouth to breathe. Thomas peed in her mouth. Beth choked. Another man replaced Thomas. Beth vomited.
Finally, Thomas waived the girl over. She had lit cigarette in one hand, broom handle in her other. Despite the bloody mess of Beth’s pussy, she found Beth’s clit. She ground the cigarette into Beth’s most sensitive flesh. Beth’s screamed an inhuman shriek.
Pins thrust through her bloody vaginal lips. Beth screamed weakly. Another went through her clit. She almost levitated in pain wailing in agony. Then she felt one being pushed through her left nipple. Another scream poured out her mouth. She fainted.
Her tormentor rubbed her own bruised face, her fury in full bloom. She cracked the last ammonia ampoule beneath Bet’s bloody nose, now swelling horribly. She shoved the handle deep into Beth’s ass, knowing the bacteria that lived in the colon would infect Beth’s pussy. Beth moaned in agony.
The man above her head let loose his stream into her mouth.
She took the stick from Beth’s ass. The last inch was covered in feces.
“You’ll thank me for this one day you little stuck up bitch,” she put all the venom she could into those words. She shoved the handle hard into Beth’s ravaged pussy, again and again until it penetrated deeper, through Beth’s cervix into her womb. She shoved once more and bright red blood began to run from Beth’s pussy. Beth let out an inhuman scream of agony.
Another boy delivered another mouthful of pee. He laughed at the little whore.
The venomous girl mounted her head and let loose her flow into Beth’s bloody mouth.
They left her in her world of pain and degradation.
One boy, not as high as the others, saw the volume of blood and quickly realized Beth was in bad trouble. He wrapped her in the stinking bedding and took her to his room. He needed to call his father to get help. If Beth died, they’d never cover it up.
He left her alone as he rushed to get the emergency kit.
Beth was barely conscious. She felt fresh air. She ripped off the blindfold with her good hand and crawled to the cool night air. She managed to lift the window enough to slip out. The porch roof was just below the window. She slid down the roof, into bushes beside the road… and headlights of a car driven by startled football coach.
“Beth, Honey, wake up.” Her dad cried urgently. He kissed her.
She was secure in Michael’s arms, bathed in her own sweat and his. She looked around, disoriented. Alice was beside her on the bed. Jennifer stood next to Michael. She had a syringe in her hand, about to use it if Beth hadn’t wakened.
Alice looked at Jennifer. Both had discussed Beth’s traumatic amnesia and feared this day.
“Beth, can you hear me?” Alice said softly.
Beth looked at her, “I can hear you, Alice,” she said as though across a great distance. “I remember it all,” her voice rising, “every thrust, every smell, all the pain, all the hate,” she was wailing now, “that goddamn bitch and the broom handle.” She looked up at Michael and seemed to calm.
Jennifer looked at Alice silently offering the narcotic that would allow Beth to sleep. Alice shook her head.
Shoshana entered the room carrying Vika. She placed Beth’s daughter in her lap. They watched as several years of her life replayed in Beth’s head. All the pain, fear and finally joy played out through her eyes.
She looked down at Vika, then up at Michael. She handed her child back to Shoshana.
“Dad, I need a drink,” she said softly.
Moments after taking her first sip, she fell asleep in Michael’s arms. She roused once to visit the bathroom and returned to bed, Michael at her side.
Shoshana joined them.
Two days after her melt down, she strode onto the pool deck. Becka and Alice were having a session, so she gave them privacy. Instead, she sat next to Sandy. Beth wanted to see the world through Sandy’s new eyes.
Sandy wanted to know everything about their little home and her new companions, particularly Beth. She’d seen the horrific picture Beth held up in her You Tube video. It was hard to believe this Beth and that picture were of the same person.
“It was a hard, painful road, but eventually my Dad and Alice helped me travel it. I remembered everything two nights ago. I had traumatic amnesia. Alice is worried that I would have to retrace my recovery, but I think she’s wrong. I think I’ll be OK in a few days.”
“You have sex with your Dad?”
Beth nodded, “I love him as a man. He’s the only man I trust completely.”
“Doesn’t it feel weird?”
“To be weird, you have to know normal. I was a physical virgin when I was raped. They took my ability to conceive a child. I don’t know normal. I gave my Dad my real virginity.”
“Real virginity?”
“Honey, we’re women. The little piece of tissue, our hymen, can be broken easily by accident. A friend broke hers water skiing when she fell and did the splits. You become a woman when you give yourself, your love and soul. Men can force your body to have sex, but no one can force you to make love. It’s one of the great powers a woman has. When to first make love.”
Sandy was quiet for a time.
“You remembered everything?”
Beth nodded sadly. “It’s part of the healing process or so I’ve been told.”
“When you talk to Alice does she tell anyone what you talk about?”
“No Honey,” suspicion began to grow inside Beth, “You can tell her any secret and she will keep it safe.”
“What about you?”
“Most times I would, but if I thought keeping something a secret could hurt you or someone I love, I’d probably tell.” Beth would not lie to her.
“Okay, but it would hurt a lot of people if you tell.” Sandy took a deep breath, “I’m not a physical virgin. My uncle, my Mom’s brother, forced me a couple of years ago.” Sandy’s eyes filled with tears.
Beth’s eyes widened, connecting the possibilities and dangers. She forced herself to be calm, “Honey, then I think you should have Jennifer examine you. You should also talk to Alice,” Beth saw fear in the little girl’s eyes, “or do you want me to tell her?”
“Could you?”
“Of course,“ Beth said, getting up, “let’s go see Jennifer and your Mom.”
While Jennifer examined Sandy, Beth found Alice.
“I think you’ve got another patient. Sandy just told me her uncle raped her.”
Alice nodded sadly. “She asked me to tell you,” Beth said, knowing Alice would never betray a confidence.
Alice’s eyes showed gratitude. She could now treat Sandy. Then she snapped. This was Beth talking to her! Beth had just gone through vividly reliving her horrific rape and sodomy. Beth who would not leave her room for 36 hours.
“How are you doing?”
“OK, not great, but OK. I could have lived without feeling that damn broom handle shoved inside me again, or the broken arm or a million images, smells and pains from that night. I’ll deal with it, so long as you’ll help me.”
Alice smiled at Beth’s ultimate compliment. She went to find Nancy in the infirmary.
Alice arrived as Sandy was leaving an exam room. Sandy looked unhappy; Nancy looked devastated.
Jennifer looked at Nancy, “Mind if Alice listens in?” Nancy shook her head no, “How about you Honey? Can Alice listen?”
Sandy nodded.
“Honey, I think you have Gonorrhea. The tests will confirm it. Many women are asymptomatic – they have no symptoms. You also have a little damage to your vaginal floor that we should repair.”
Jennifer paused, “You understand?”
“Why does my period hurt so much?”
“It may be from the STD, but we’ll have them check when we go to Brisbane.”
At the mention of Brisbane, Sandy’s head snapped up. She smiled broadly remembering all the things to do in Brisbane, the walk around outside mall and all the boys!
Even Nancy smiled.
“Sandy, Beth told me your secret. She said you asked her to tell me?” Sandy nodded.
“Honey, do you want me to tell your Mom?”
“She just told us,” Nancy said with a haunted expression.
“How is Ted going to take it?” Alice asked Nancy. Ted inspired terror. Alice prayed he did not take this out on Nancy.
“I think Tim or Michael should tell him,” Alice said, thinking, “probably Michael. He had to stop from killing the boys that raped Beth because she needed him. Ted respects him.”
“Nancy, do you or the girls want to stay in the main house tonight?” Alice asked obliquely asking if Ted would hurt her or the girls.
“Ted would never hurt me or the girls.”
Michael spoke with Ted that evening before dinner. While outwardly tough, inside of Ted was a gentle, loving man. His girls defined his world and it was crumbling around him. It was his job to protect Becka and Sandy. He’d failed them miserably. Michael recognized the look, feeling the man’s pain.
Ted also suffered from PTSD. He’d been off his meds for some time, giving him the illusion that he had control without them.
He ate dinner with his girls, gently kissed them goodnight. When Nancy asked him to come to bed, he said he had some things to think about.
A single gunshot reverberated through the compound a little after midnight.

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