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Money, money, money

Hey guys, this is the first story I’ve ever written. I always make up little stories while I’m wanking, this is the first I’ve written down. Hope ye enjoy. Oh and constructive criticism is always welcome.
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Well…I had to tell someone. When you go through a life altering experience like I did last week, it’s very hard to keep it inside of you. You have to let it out, tell somebody, explore it further.
Let me start at the beginning.
My name is Tom, I’m 25, 5′ 9″, regular build. Pretty much your average guy, I like sports, HBO dramas, rock music, the usual. My love life hasn’t exactly been stellar so far, but it’s not nonexistent. I’ve had three girlfriends in my time, one of those relationships was fairly serious, but it ended about six months ago as she had to move away due to work. Pretty standard stuff, pretty standard girls in all honesty but there’s one thing they all had in common, they were girls. My next sexual experience (little did I know it) was going to be vastly different, it was anything but standard and it didn’t involve any girls.
I’ve been without work going on three months now, and as you can imagine it’s near impossible to try to make rent and keep myself fed and internetted on my social welfare. My savings had dried up the previous month and because I don’t speak to my parents I wasn’t really sure where to turn. I had really gotten desperate when I tried my brother. He was struggling himself to make ends meet (which I knew), but I’d hoped against hope he’d have something to throw my way. Which he did as a matter of fact, advice. He suggested that I talk to an old school mate of mine, James Finchley. James and my brother had become good friends in recent years and I knew that James had given my bro small loans from time to time, or at least that’s what I thought they were.
I was really embarrassed at the idea of asking an old classmate for a loan, especially since we weren’t exactly great friends. Not that we didn’t get along ar anything, we were friendly, but not friends. I was desperate though, and had no other ideas so I headed straight to James’ house. I knew the way as I’d been to a BBQ at James’ place last summer (I was invited through my brother). I remember, walking up the steps I had butterflies in my stomach, I was so nervous. I actually at the time hoped he wasn’t there so that I wouldn’t have to go through with it. But just my luck, he answered the door immediately, almost as if he’d been waiting for me.
At the time I noticed nothing off about it, my mind was preoccupied by far more important things. Anyway, James invited me into the living room, asked me to sit down and offered me a cup of tea. I half jokingly responded “Do you have anything stronger?”, he just gave me a smile and said “sure”. He poured us two whiskeys, sat down opposite of me and asked what was up.
I decided to just come out with it and not pussyfoot around it. I told him that I was looking for a loan of €500 until next month (I’d a few interviews lined up and I was hoping to land one of those jobs by next month). He, without batting an eyelid, said “Sure, I’ll pay you €500”. I wasn’t sure if he just used the wrong word so i just tried to reiterate that it was a loan I was looking for. He replied that he doesn’t give loans, but that he does offer brief employment contracts for varying types of services. He clarified, “I will pay you €500, you never have to pay it back. If you work for me this weekend.” I was totally taken aback, I couldn’t fathom what he’d want me to do over the weekend. He was a very successful architect, maybe he’d want me to work as his secretary or p.a.? As I was trying to figure this out he grabbed a piece of paper and said “Here’s the contract, sign right now or the offer is retracted, never to be offered again.” (The fact that he had a prepared contract didn’t seem strange at the time) It was very short really, it just said that I would have to do whatever work he required me to do over the next 48 hours, no questions asked.
I was still slightly shocked as I signed my name and handed it to him. “How hard can this be” I thought. He took the contract and almost nonchalantly said “Strip” I laughed and said “What?” “Strip” he repeated, I laughed again, but not as much this time. I asked, seriously what he wanted me to do. He said very slowly and clearly (I’ll never forget it) “Strip naked” “I want you to strip naked”. I looked down at my copy of the contract, back at him, back at the contract “whatever work is required to do over the next 48 hours, no questions asked.” 30 seconds must have passed as I read and reread the contract, I looked back up at him. “Strip”.
I was thinking and thinking, “How do I get out of this?” “What do I do?” and then “Even if I can get out of this, I still need this money”. To this day I somewhat can’t believe I did it, as I was doing it I couldn’t believe I was doing it. I took off my t shirt and then unbuckled my jeans and pulled them down. As I did, my boxers slightly came down with them at the back. I went to pull them back up, “Leave them” I heard. I proceeded to take off my socks and shoes with my jeans and nearly fell over (I didn’t know what I was doing, I was still in shock). I then stood there in my boxers, arse hanging out the back, head down. I couldn’t finish it. “Everything” (he never sounded angry or annoyed, he was merely conducting me in a calm, clear voice). Trembling I tucked my thumbs under the waistband and slowly pulled them down, to my shock in the half a second or so between being covered and exposing myself, I went from completely flaccid to fully erect. I couldn’t understand it, how was I turned on? This isn’t far from rape, I’m not gay and yet, there I was standing to attention.
James slowly got up, walked a circle around me and then sat back down, he had this smile on his face, he looked so content, but not overexcited, just happy. He then looked at me and and amazingly said in a most reassuring way “We’re going to have some fun Tom, we’re all friends here, just do as I say and we’ll both enjoy this I promise.” He then told me to start masturbating, I can’t explain how or why, but this was so erotic and felt just…right. As I grabbed my member and stroked up and down, precum forming within seconds, James came over and then took over from me, stroking slowly but firmly, stopping at the the tip, getting the precum on his palm and then use that as lube. After a few minutes he then told me to strip him. I had almost no hesitation. I removed his top and shirt and then his socks and shoes. I stopped at his belt and slowed my pace. I unbuckled his belt, opened his jeans, pulled them down to his knees and just stared at what was barely restrained by his underwear, I slowly rubbed his decntly sized cock through the material, he must have been about 7” I myself hover just under the 6” mark. After removing his jeans I quickly yanked down his underwear, shocking him slightly and myself when his dick plopped right onto my face. I slowly ran my hands along it and then just gave the tip a gently kiss, I looked up at him, he looked down at me and nodded.
I engorged myself on his dick, taking the first 4 inches immediately and inching the rest down gradually (I couldn’t believe how well (and quickly) I had taken to cock sucking). Using my tongue I would make “s” shapes around the head, poking into his pee hole and then take him fully again, repeating this for the next ten minutes or so. Eventually he asked me to stop and stand up, and then told me to bend over the side arm of the couch. He inspected my arsehole, pulling my cheeks apart, probing and caressing. Suddenly I felt something really hot on my anus and then, in the blink of an eye every hair on my arse came out, well except for a few stragglers which he proceeded to wax off. I shouted out, asking what the hell that was. He simply said he needed me hairless and thought it was best to surprise me, it would hurt less. He may have been right but before I could give out further I felt his tongue probing at my entrance, then forcing it’s way in, he tongued and licked my arse offering me unknown pleasures. I had experienced nothing like this before. Then, again without warning I felt a really cold gel on my puckered anus, he did warn me this time though, saying “I’m going in now, I’ll take it slow”. He was true to his word, slowly he pushed his throbbing cock into me, it hurt like fuck at first but then when he passed the ring, Oh my God! It felt amazing, like the explainable combination or pain and ecstasy. I never wanted him to pull back out, every slight movement just escalated my pleasure. I was very close to coming, just from being penetrated. After a couple of minutes he slowly picked up pace, and went deeper in and out of me, I got so into it I pulled my arse cheeks apart so as to get as much of him as possible into me. He took this as a sign and began fucking me like an animal, he was like a dog in heat, I lasted about 90 seconds of that before I exploded all over the side of the couch, and as soon as I had come down from my orgasm he unleashed a load into my guts. He then quickly told me to squat down, open my legs and to squeeze out his cum, he had a wine glass held under my exit and waited for it to creep out of me. It came in a few dollops, he then offered the glass to me and I downed it in one. As I’d finished swallowing, the fact that I’d just drank another man’s semen that had oozed out of my arse and had been fucked up there by him, flashed across my mind. For a millisecond I felt disgusted and then my cock started rising again.
He smiled and directed me to his downstairs bathroom, and then told me join him in the shower. The warm water felt great, but then his hand stroking my cock felt better and his mouth wrapped around my cock felt unbelievable. This was by far the best blowjob I’d ever been given. His mouth was like a vacuum cleaner sucking with such force, not enough to hurt, just enough to feel FUCKING INCREDIBLE!! He then got up and proceeded to soap me up, my chest and legs and off course my cock. He also soaped up my back and fingered my arse with the soap. I then reciprocated, his arse was completely hairless and I could see from the way he was arching his back and sticking it out there was only one thing he was looking for, a good hard case of cock up the arse. I drove it in so fast, it almost took him off his feet and rammed it into him over and over again (again I briefly got a “moment of clarity” I wondered what the hell I was doing, but decided I didn’t give a fuck). I fucked him and fucked and then…stopped, turned him around grabbed his dick and came all over it. Before he gave any instruction I then started licking my cum off his cock. He never mentioned anything about my aggressive buggering or coming on his cock (I assumed he liked it). But instead waved for me to towel him off, then toweled me off and instructed me to head back into the living room.
He followed me in soon after, in one hand he had a can of whipped cream and in the other he had a can of deodorant. I could guess, what the cream was for but not the deodorant can. He told me to get on my knees and then said that wherever he sprayed cream I had to lick it off. He firstly sprayed it on his finger (I remembered afterwards it was the finger he used to finger me in the shower). Then he sprayed it on his balls, I licked it off with glee. After this was his cock, which tasted better than ever and finally his arsehole he bent over the couch so I could like it properly, I proceed to lick and tongue him and was getting really hard as I was doing it. I realised I had always been fascinated by arses, but my previous exes never allowed me to investigate that interest. Another thought crossed my mind “Thank God I needed that money” thinking of that I smiled as I pulled back from his arse. He then told me to lie on my back on the couch with my legs pulled up exposing my arsehole completely. He proceeded to spray whipped cream into my arse and onto the deodorant can. My eyes doubled in size, as I realised what it was for. This can was about four times the girth of James’ dick. I couldn’t see how it was possible to take it, he gave me a reassuring look though, and since this had been the greatest sexual encounter of my life so far I went along with him. He gently pressed it against my hole, pushing with more force on one side, then the other, and repeated this for about five minutes until the first half inch was in me. I’m not going to lie, it hurt, but I could feel the beginning of that exhilaration kicking in as well. He continued the technique, cm by cm until he came up to my ring, with a little more force it popped in and I had a second of agony followed by minutes of “flaming ecstasy” is probably the best way to describe it. He then shoved that in again half inch at a time, but it went in a lot faster now, when it went in as far as it would go, he got me to sit up and dropped his erect cock onto my lips. I swallowed him whole continuing my technique from earlier but also taking a leaf out of his book, sucking with just the right amount of force. After about then minutes he pulled out and then exploded over my face, some went onto my eye closing it, some on my nose, into my mouth and the proceeding loads landed on my hair and chest. While he was unloading on me, the can plopped out of my arse, this shock made me pop my own load. Some went onto his leg but most of it landed on the floor. We both then lay on the couch, panting trying to catch our breaths.
After a couple of minutes James and I recovered. He left the room briefly and when he came back handed me a maids apron. One of those frilly ones, it came down to just below my balls and covered practically nothing at the back, it just had a string going along my waist to tie it. James Explained that for the rest of the weekend I would be his maid and that the absolute most I’d be wearing I currently had on. He told me to go into the kitchen to make him a cup of tea. Suddenly I heard the doorbell ring and I froze. I listened carefully, waiting for James to dismiss whoever it was, until to my utter shock I distinctly heard the words “come in”. “What the fuck is he doing?” I thought. Just then Jame shouted in, “Make another cup while you’re at it and bring them in to us, you’re brother Tony is here.”……..FUCK!!
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I haven’t written a sequel yet, but if this gets a decent enough rating I’ll definitely write another.

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Another Good Night- Part III

Another Good Night- Part III
It had only been a few nights since Jason had started pestering her but already his disgusting attacks were starting to feel like a steady routine.
Hannah was already home and sitting at the table eating her evening meal when their brother got back home from work. Sarah sat at the table too, her small meal already finished. Hannah had noticed that her sister was zoned out as hell. She’d been talking to her about how school went but Sarah had just sat the whole time staring into the mid-distance. She couldn’t tell anyone the things she was thinking- they’d lose Hannah if she did- the courts wouldn’t allow her to stay with a sex offender and where else could she go. That’s what this was. Sexual abuse. And Sarah had no idea when Jason was going to ramp in up and take her virginity. The thought of her brother making her do that made her stomach roll.
He had come in carrying a white box which he left by the door. He took off his tie, putting it on the hooks, and strolled into the kitchenette like a king. He was such a smug asshole. Sarah couldn’t even look at him. He sat down at the table.
“Get me something to eat.” He ordered.
Sarah got up and drifted like a ghost to the oven. She produced the dinner she’d been keeping warm for him and put it down at his place setting.
“And a beer.” He said.
She fetched him a bottle of Bud.
He just sat there and fed himself with the roast strips of chicken; washing it all down with gulps of cold beer. He looked so content and Hannah could hardly believe he’d not snapped at her or called her a name yet. Her big brother was not her favourite person. As soon as she’d finished her dinner though Jason eyed her.
“You got homework?” He asked.
“Some sums,” Hannah answered.
“Why don’t you go to your room and get on that,” he said, “want you doing well at school, don’t we?”
“I suppose,” Hannah moaned, getting to her feet and grabbing her schoolbag from the door.
She trailed off wearily to her little room to start her homework. At nine years old she could hardly dream why Jason was always sending her to her room these days.
“Get me another beer, Sarah,” Jason ordered.
Sarah got up and moved again to the fridge. She grabbed a beer and took it back to him. This time she handed him the bottle. Not missing a beat Jason grabbed her hand and held it in his own. She was way too tired to fight with him and so she just let him hold her.
“How was your day?” He smiled.
Sarah just stared at him helplessly. He kept on smiling then he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.
“I’ve been thinking about you, sweetheart,” he crooned, “I’ve been thinking about these nice soft hands…”
“Hannah’s going to hear.” Sarah frowned.
“You’re right,” Jason said, “we should save this for tonight.”
He put Sarah’s fingers in his mouth and started sucking on them. Sarah looked away; keeping her arm outstretched and letting him suck on her fingers. Finally he let go of her hand.
“Okay clean this place up,” he said, opening his second beer, “get the dishes done. I’m going to watch some TV.”
He went over to the living area and sat down on the couch. Flicking mindlessly through the cable channels. Evening waned into night in just that way; Jason watching TV and Sarah cleaning away the dishes. By the time she’d finished it was round nine thirty and Jason was getting restless.
“Sarah, get your ass over here,” he shouted at last.
Sarah heard his voice from where she was standing, at the sink, and it wasn’t long before she reacted. He was really wearing her down with his constant attention. She walked over to where he was sitting. He patted the couch next to him and she sat down uncomfortably close. Then, to her surprise, Jason shouted Hannah in from her bedroom. When Hannah came through Jason had her sit near them on the couch.
“You finished your homework?” he said.
“Yes,” Hannah replied.
“Good girl,” Jason said, “look Hannah… I wanna talk to you about how I used to hit you and Sarah…”
Hannah’s eyes went dim with the recent memory.
“I was a real asshole, huh,” Jason smiled, “look Hannah… I’m not gonna do that anymore… okay… it wasn’t even about you… it was about Sarah…”
Sarah couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was he actually justifying himself to their nine year old sister?
“See,” he continued, “Sarah’s seventeen now… so she’s a grown-up like me in the family… you see… and sometimes grown-ups fall out and that makes life hard for the kids… you get it… but me and Sarah have been talking and we’re gonna try to get on and start liking one another a little and that’ll make life a lot easier for you, honey… no more hitting… you want that, right?”
“U-hu,” Hannah nodded.
“Cool,” Jason smiled, “but listen… for grown-ups to get on the way they need to they need some alone time… okay… just some time to chill-out together and do some grown-up stuff… so if you want everything to be cool with our little family you gotta go to bed early every night… you get me… give me and Sarah a chance to show each other how much we love each other…”
Hannah looked at Sarah’s glassy eyes. Was her sister getting ready to cry?
“Okay,” she said confusedly. Sarah didn’t look like she loved Jason at all, “okay, I’ll go to bed.”
“Good girl,” Jason smiled, “go on then. Get ready.”
Hannah left the room. Going to the bathroom first and brushing her teeth. Then she got her PJs, showered and got ready for bed. Jason watched every step like a shark; restless to start the ‘grown-up stuff’ with his hot fox of a sister. Finally Hannah was finished and she went into her room. Closing the door and switching off the light.
“I meant what I just told her Sarah,” Jason held the nape of Sarah’s neck softly in his hand, rubbing at the skin with his thumb, “I wasn’t bullshitting her… if I’m gonna be a decent guy to you and Hannah you gotta keep me happy at night… I love you so much, darlin’, and if you don’t let me show you how much I love you it’s gonna come out in other ways… like me hitting you guys…”
Jason pulled her face close to his.
“Christ you smell good, darlin’” he whispered, “you smell so goddamn nice… tell me I smell good…”
Sarah cringed. Jason tugged hard at her hair.
“Tell me I smell good, Sarah!”
“You smell good,” she winced.
“Make me fucking believe it, bitch!” He twisted her hair painfully in his fist.
“You do… you smell good Jason,” she whimpered, “please!”
His hand loosened on her hair and became affectionate again. His other hand started to caress her bare stomach under her sweater.
“I can’t believe you’re mine, darlin’” he breathed, “such a hot little seventeen year old pussy.”
His tongue lolled out and he pressed his wet mouth roughly against her lips. She opened her mouth instinctively for his probing tongue and let him make out with her in that disgusting way he’d developed over the years; rolling his long, wet tongue in and out. After about five minutes he pulled back. She could taste him in her mouth.
“You’ve made out with guys right?” He asked.
Sarah nodded. The shame and the disgust of the whole thing was nearly too much to take.
“How many?”
“Four.” Sarah’s voice shook and she lowered her eyes.
Jason put his hand softly on her chin and tilted her head up so she was facing him again.
“Make out with me like you did with them,” he said.
Sarah started crying.
“Don’t cry honey,” he stroked her hair, “don’t cry.”
“Please Jason,” she sobbed, “I don’t want to.”
“Come on honey,” he stroked her face, wiping away tears, “I love you more than any of those fucking assholes… make out with me…”
“Your my brother, Jason,” she cried, “please… this is killing me…”
He grabbed the nape of her neck and drew her firmly closer.
“Listen darlin’,” he said, “I don’t wanna fucking blackmail you or shit… but what I said to Hannah still stands… you’re gonna start treating me like your man or I’m gonna start treating you two a lot worse round here…”
He twisted a hand in her soft hair like before.
“Now I’ll start off… every time I stick my tongue in you do the same… do what you did with those other guys…”
Sarah cried but there was no time to plead with him again. He was on her already sucking at her lips and pushing his tongue into her mouth. A short sharp tug on her hair made her react; pushing her own tongue back and into her brother’s warm mouth.
“Mmmmm,” Jason moaned.
Sarah cried.
He forced his tongue in and again Sarah was forced to respond licking the inside of his mouth as quickly as she could before having her tongue forced back into her own mouth again by his wet probing. All this and with the disgusting factor of the spit that was rolling between them; Sarah was sure Jason was manufacturing more saliva just for the occasion.
“Put your hands on my chest, babe… that’s it… like I’m your man…” he said.
Then he got back to kissing her. His hand was still lost in her thick hair and he was still pulling at it roughly; so rough that strands were being pulled from the scalp. Sarah was forced to pull back from the forced kissing session.
“Stop pulling my hair, Jason,” she said, “I’m doing it.”
Jason just laughed and continued to tug violently at her hair.
“Stop it!” She winced.
“Come on, babe,” he laughed again, “has a guy never got rough with you?”
“Please!” She cried.
“Aw, honey,” he smiled, “I said I wouldn’t hit you anymore… I never said I wasn’t gonna get rough with you in the sack…”
Sarah put her hand on his hand as he pulled at her hair some more; forcing their faces together and licking her out. She just had to tolerate him pulling her hair out and laughing while he did it.
“Okay babe,” he pulled her away, keeping hold of her hair.
She felt another heavy wave of revulsion as he started to quickly undo his belt.
“Time for a nice, sloppy blowjob.”
A tear ran down the whole length of her face as Jason finished undoing his belt and then pulled his jeans and boxer shorts down to his knees. His long, hard prick stood out arrogantly in the air; full of raging, horny blood and his full nuts lay heavily on the couch between his legs. She didn’t even have time to take it all in as Jason tugged and pulled her roughly onto his hardon.
“Open!”
She just cried.
“Come on, bitch!” he thrust his hips into her face, “suck on it.”
He reached down and prised open her jaw; forcing his thing into her warm mouth.
“Awww, shit!” he moaned, “take that cock. Give me a blowjob, babe! Nice fucking sloppy blowjob.”
He twisted her hair more roughly in his hands and forced his dick so far into her mouth that the head stuck in her throat. Sarah coughed violently and pulled away; she couldn’t help up spit on him which only seemed to turn Jason on more.
“Awww, yeah, darlin’, I knew you’d get used to it.”
He tried to forced her mouth back onto his dick; she tried to lever herself away from him with her hands on his thighs.
“Please, Jason,” she gasped, needing to breathe, “what if Hannah gets up?”
Jason’s strong hands slackened on Sarah’s head and he glanced at Hannah’s door.
“Fuck,” he laughed, “you’re right, babe. Let’s take this to the bedroom.”
***
He got up from the couch, butt-naked from the waist down and started dragging Sarah by the hair. He took her over to the front door first and retrieved the parcel he’d brought back from work. Then he forced her over to his bedroom and threw her inside. He locked the door.
“There,” he smiled, “more privacy for my sweet little cock-sucker.”
He grabbed the collar of her sweater roughly and tore it violently right down the front. Sarah gave a strangled scream but Jason just kept coming at her. He grabbed the material again- tore again. It came away from her body as a tattered red rag then he started in on her bra; pulling it off and breaking the strap. He pushed her down hard on his bed and then attacked her again; undoing the button on her jeans and pulling them clean off in one wild movement. She could see a bobbing string of precum swinging this way and that and staining the bedsheets as he moved like an animal. Finally he grabbed the elastic on her panties and tore them off too.
She was panting and crying when he finally snatched at her hair again. He dragged her round and sat his ass down on the precum covered bed; positioning her on her knees between his. He held her face close to his cock and then Sarah nearly threw up when he let a long white strand of spit fall out of his mouth; aiming it directly for his dick. It landed heavy and wet on his hardon and then his insistent hands started pulling her mouth onto his thing again. It was slick and covered in her spit and his and Sarah thought she’d go crazy if she had to take it in her mouth again.
“Jason,” she tried to pull away, she was snivelling and trying to make him take pity, “Jason… can I… can I do something else?… please… I can’t put it in my mouth…”
Jason laughed.
“I want a blowjob, darlin’” he said, “don’t worry… you’re gonna get used to giving head… I’m gonna get you to suck it every morning and every night…”
Sarah cried.
“Please,” she whispered, “it’s horrible.”
“Do it, babe!” He pulled her hair so hard she couldn’t believe the pain, “suck!”
He forced her mouth onto his erection. The bulbous head of his long dick felt so disgusting on her tongue and the wet precum and spit made her feel like she would throw up. But the worst was when he pushed it into her throat; making her choke.
“Please!” She pulled back from his dick, choking.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Jason smiled in ecstasy, “gagging on dick is part of giving head.”
“Jason, please!”
He forced his cock back inside and rammed it home in her throat; holding her head down into his lap with his strong arms. Sarah struggled and tried to get away. She was choking to death. Jason just laughed and watched her hitting his thighs.
“Relax, honey,” he laughed, “I got you in a hold… no way your getting away from that dick… just breathe through your nose and learn to love it…”
He laughed again and in time Sarah stopped fighting; on her knees there, with her brother’s thing heavy on her throat, eyes open and crying.
“Okay, babe,” Jason crooned, “I’m gonna pull out and let you lick the head a bit… then I’ll push back in all the way… you’re gonna have to learn to get a rhythm going.”
He pulled his dick out on her mouth.
“Lick my piss-slit,” he moaned.
Sarah cringed but allowed her tongue to work on his disgusting knob. Then he grabbed her again and forced his dick down her throat. She gagged. Jason kept up the rhythm pulling out and pushing in more times than Sarah could count.
“Awww!! Awww!! Lick me, honey!!” He was in total bliss, “Suck that dick! Suck on that shit, babe! You give a mean fucking blowjob, Sarah!”
He pulled her away at one point.
“We need some more lube, babe,” he breathed, and then he spat another few strands of white spit onto his slime-coated cock, “Okay honey, suck it.”
He made her give head like that for another fifteen minutes. Sarah just tried her best not to choke or to taste the multiplying strands of his disgusting juices; that or hear him laughing and telling her how good she was or how much of a slut she looked with a guy’s cock-head in her mouth. Finally he shifted position; laying Sarah’s head down at the end of the bed and coming at her mouth again with his cock.
“What are you doing?” She turned her face away.
“I’m getting close to shooting, darlin’” he said, “I wanna facefuck.”
“No, please.”
She turned her head away as far as it would go only to have him force it back round and shove his hardon back into her mouth. This time he set the rhythm with his hips. Pounding his slim ass back and forward and pounding his massive dick into her unprotected throat. Sarah thought she was going to pass out but nothing was more revolting than hearing Jason announce his orgasm.
“Awww! Shit!” He shouted, “nice warm fucking mouth! I love facefucking sluts! I love pounding your sweet mouth, baby! Sarah! Aw, Sarah! I love you, honey! Aww! Aww! I’m gonna blow! Aw! I’m so fucking close to emptying these fucking nuts!! Aw! Take my cum, babe! Take my fucking c… uh! uh! uh!”
Sarah screamed as she felt him pull back from her throat and let go inside her mouth. His revolting seed swamped her in there and she could taste the unclean, salty taste of her brother’s spent load. She cried in abject pain and humiliation.
“Aw! Jesus!”
Jason pulled his now softening cock out of Sarah’s warm mouth and the girl tried at once to get up and spit the white corruption out onto the floor. But Jason was quick to react. He grabbed her and forced her facedown onto the bed; clamping a hand over her mouth so she couldn’t spit. She went crazy, the stuff in her mouth was so completely disgusting she couldn’t bare to have it in there a moment more and here was Jason forcing her to experience it, she kicked and fought and tried to scream.
“Shhh! Shhh!” He was stroking her shoulder blades lovingly from where he lay half-naked ontop of her, “relax honey. I’m not gonna make you swallow. It’s okay. Just keep it in your mouth a minute. I want you to get used to how I taste.”
A tear ran down the length of her face as again she was forced to calm down before Jason would stop what he was doing to her.
“That’s it honey,” he kissed her bare back, and touched her naked ass cheeks with his free hand, “your being such a good girl tonight… just keep that spunk in your mouth a few more minutes… think about what that shit tastes like, darlin’… your gonna be eating it every night…”
He laughed. Kissing her again. Sarah just lay there and watched the minutes pass on Jason’s alarm clock; trying not to swallow. Then, finally, he let go of her mouth and cupped his hand under her chin.
“Okay, babe,” he said, “spit that shit out onto my hand.”
She spat out immediately and Jason’s white slime pooled in the hallow of his hand.
“Lovely, babe,” he smiled, kissing her back, “you’re so nice. Turn around.”
He bodily turned her so she was on her back then he settled his hips between her naked thighs; his soft wet cock touched her down there. Sarah had the most revolted expression on her face he’d ever seen from a girl. He was a good looking guy and girls mostly wanted him; though he’d never done this shit with a girlfriend.
“Can I get a glass of water?” Sarah asked, obviously in mental torture.
“No, honey,” Jason smiled at her, “I’m not finished with your hot little mouth yet.”
Sarah’s lip quivered.
“You look so cute when you’re getting ready to cry babe,” Jason said, then he hovered his hand over her chest tipping his palm and slowly, and deliberately, pouring his cum into the hallow of her sex solar-plexus; it pooled up in there so gorgeously.
She turned away. Crying.
“Okay, honey,” he forced her face back, “time for you to show me what a slutty little girl you really are.”
“What?”
“We’re gonna have a little cum-kiss, darlin’”
Sarah went crazy trying to push at his shoulders.
“Please, Jason, not that! Please!”
He ignored her; dipping his tongue into the deep cum on her solar-plexus and then trying to put it into her mouth. Sarah went crazy pushing him as hard as she could until her had to move. Then he leapt up from the bed and ran nude out into the hall and into the bathroom. She lifted the lid of the toilet in there and vomited hard into the basin. She coughed and spluttered and cried thinking of what Jason wanted her to do.
Jason just followed calmly behind her; slowly undoing his shirt and getting totally naked just like his sister. He strode into the bathroom and crouched down behind her; rubbing her back comfortingly.
“That’s right,” he said, “get it up.”
She spat again.
“Please Jason,” she cried, “please.”
He hooked his strong arm under her knees, the other on her back, and carried her like she didn’t weigh anything. Picking her up and placing her firm, little ass on the sink unit. He ran the cold tap and let some cool water pool in his hand. He put it to her lips.
“Take a drink, darlin’” he said kindly, she drank.
Then he reached back behind her and grabbed some mouthwash from the cabinet. He unscrewed the cap and pushed the nozzle up against her lips.
“Open.”
She did and he poured in the mouthwash. He made her swill it round her mouth then he lead her head down and made her spit into the sink. He ran the tap again; washing away what came out.
“Please Jason,” she was distraught, “I can’t do that.”
Jason just smiled lovingly.
“Sure you can, honey,” he said.
Then he started pushing what was left of his cum up from where it had dribbled down her fine body and up towards the pert shapes of her breasts. He leant into her again and licked a long strand of his cum off off her skin. Then, like before, he presented his cum-covered tongue for her to suck on.
“God, please.”
She turned away. He pressed his tongue to her cheek and let the white slime strand off on her. He did it a few more times like trying to nudge her into making out with him that way. Then, after awhile, he lost patience. He grabbed her face and forced it round with all his might; forcing his face against hers and wedging his wet tongue and slick cum into her hot mouth. She screamed and tried to get away again but it was no use. He was fully making out with her; pushing his cum into her mouth.
“Please Jason!” She screamed the first time he pulled away.
But he’d only withdrawn to gather even more of his stuff on his tongue. He pushed it back into her mouth and then hooked it back out with his tongue; sometimes licking cum onto her lips and face.
“I love a sweet cum kiss, darlin’” he said, licking more off of her tits and feeding it to her, “nice cummy fucking kiss…”
Sarah made a retching sound as her mouth started to get full of cum again. He’d pushed so much back in.
“You need to throw up again, baby,” Jason said.
Sarah nodded. Jason put out his hand.
“Spit out my cum,” he said.
She spat in back into his hand for the second time that night and then he took her back to the toilet. He forced her head over the basin.
“Okay, darlin’” he said, “you can throw up.”
She retched but there was nothing in her stomach. Jason gave her a minute just to make sure then he dragged her head back up to face him. He licked a mouthful of the cum back off his hand and started making out with her again.
“Use your tongue, slut,” he said, “push that shit back into my mouth… show me what a slut my girl is…”
He had to grab her throat pretty hard to make her comply but in the end the pain was too great and she was forced to stick her tongue out; swapping back her brother’s stuff and having it recycled again back into her mouth.
“Aw!” He moaned into her mouth, “fucking slut… so fucking slutty…”
In the end he just started giving her little pecks on the lips letting little soft strings of his stuff form and break off between their kissing mouths. Then, at last, he stood up. He looked down at her; crouching, humiliated in their bathroom with her lips wet with sweet cum.
“I love you, Sarah,” he said, “get showered now and come to bed, babe. I wanna give that pussy some attention.”
He grabbed her hair from where she knelt and forced her face up against his naked cock and balls. He started humping and grinding into her sweet face.
“See baby. See how hard I am already. That’s for your fucking little pussy, darlin’”
He ground up on her for another thirty seconds then he let her go.
“Take a shower,” he said, “I’ll be waiting in bed.”
***
After Sarah had finished showering; crouched against the corner of the shower, crying and trying to get the smell of Jason off of her, she went back to his bedroom. Sure enough he was waiting for her; stroking his long dick to keep it hard. He’d opened the parcel he brought in from work and there, laying on the bed, was the sluttiest lingerie Sarah had seen. A white suspensor belt and bra- no panties. She let another tear fall.
“Put them on,” Jason ordered thumbing his dick-head and digging down into his balls with the other hand, “from now on your only gonna wear the sexiest things, darlin’”
She came slowly to the bed and Jason watched in mouth-watering arousal as this absolute model of a girl pulled on that sexy lace belt and put on a bra that pushed her already amazingly firm titties into a little slight cleavage that jut made you want to have three hands.
When she’d finished dressing for him he got up suddenly and grabbed her arm pulling her violently down onto the bed. He climbed on top, naked, and started tonguing between her pushed-together tits. He forced her legs apart; exposing her cute pink pussy.
“It drives me wild you’re a virgin, Sarah,” he breathed, crazy with lust, “drives me wild that I’m gonna be the first guy to tap this shit.”
He started kissing her and she couldn’t believe the fear as she felt him cup her sex; starting to push his fingers ever so slowly inside her. He nuzzled on her neck; continuing to finger her gently and shallowly. Then she gasped as he groped at his dick with his hand; starting so slowly to rub his raging cockhead up and down on her tiny teenage slit.
“Please,” she winced as he bit down softly at her ear, “please Jason… don’t rape me.”
“Shh, honey,” Jason whispered, “all girls are scared their first time.”
She felt him try to push his cock inside.
“Please!” She reached down and pushed his dick away, “please… Jason!… please… I’ll… I’ll do something else… I’ll use my mouth again, Jason… please… I’ll suck you… please… don’t rape me… please…”
She was squirming and trying to edge away up the bed. Jason grabbed onto her shoulders; pulling her back; insisting. He tried again, lining up his cockhead.
“No!” She screamed; reaching down again and pushing him away.
“Fuck slut!”
Jason punched his sister full in the face. He did it so hard her lip burst and the bedspread spattered red with her blood.
“Fuck,” he swore, “see what you fucking made me do now, bitch.”
She held her bleeding face in one trembling hand and looked away at the dark wall. Jason shook off the guilt. All he knew was she was fucking amazingly hot and his cock wanted serviced. He grabbed her hips and positioned them to fuck.
“Keep your fucking hips there,” he snarled, “I fucking pay for everything… I pay for the fucking clothes you wear, bitch… and you won’t even let me have fucking pussy… no fucking way, Sarah…”
He pushed his cockhead up against her opening again and this time Sarah didn’t have the strength or the courage to fight him as she felt the spongey, wet bulb pushing up into her pussy. He moved his hips backwards and forwards in a slow steady rhythm; keeping just that spongey cockhead at the door of her cunt. Then he grabbed her shoulders and forced his entire weight into one massive push. His hand covered her mouth and she stifled a scream as his entire, massive erection tore into her pussy; breaking her hymen and causing blood to flow inside her.
“Awwww! Fuck!” He couldn’t believe how sweet and tight that pussy was, “aw! Fucking virgin pussy!”
He rocked his hips against her; pounding his dick home in her pussy. Sarah was screaming and crying at the same time but Jason just took it as moaning against his firm hand. He buried his face in her titties picking his ass up off the bed with every grinding thrust.
“Keep your legs open, slut!” He ordered, “keep taking that dick! Aw, I love you! Aw, Sarah, I love you!”
After awhile he started trying to impress her; showing her all the moves he’d learned with old girlfriends in the past; sometimes fucking her real fast and other times rotating his hips in circles so his cock screwed into her. Then, after about what seemed forever solidly fucking, Jason felt that familiar tingle in his balls.
“Aw!” He licked her tits, “I’m gonna cum in your pussy.”
“I don’t want to get pregnant.” She cried to herself.
“Huh?”
“I don’t want to get pregnant!” She cried louder.
“Aw! Aw!” He was on cloud nine, barely hearing her, “I just wanna do it this once, babe… I’ll buy condoms tomorrow… I’m just gonna… ah! ah!… I’m just gonna cum… once in your… ah! beautiful hot pussy!”
She just lay there, lip burst, legs spread like a slut, with this asshole rutting on top of her; ready to cum whether she wanted him to or not. Then she closed her eyes as she felt her brother spasm out of all control.
“I’m… ah! I’m fucking cumming!”
He blew a hot sticky load deep inside her pussy and then another few strands spurted out afterwards before he finally lay his hot sweating body down on her amazing svelte frame. He continued to kiss and lick at her tits, cock still inside her, as he tried to regain his breath.
“Aw, fucking awesome,” he breathed hard.
Then he pulled his wet cock out of her and fell down exhausted on the bed next to his gorgeous sister. Sarah looked down at her wet, cum-filled and bleeding pussy.
“You’re gonna make me an amazing girlfriend, Sarah,” Jason breathed out.
“Go to hell, Jason,” she whispered.
Jason looked at her. Then he just laughed.
“You got attitude now, slut,” he said, “but you’ll get used to how things are gonna be…”
He started stroking at her luscious thigh.
“Soon you won’t even question it anymore,” he crooned, “you’ll just come to bed and open your sweet little pussy up for me to go at like a jackhammer…”
“You’re disgusting.” She sobbed in pain.
“Maybe,” he shrugged, then he pulled her towards him, forcing her firm ass up against his wet cock; spooning her, “but I’m the first guy you let into this sweet pussy… I’m your fucking boyfriend now, Sarah…”
He laughed; reaching round and fingering her sore pussy.
“You’re gonna have to get used to me.”
He continued to finger her then he tugged off her sexy lace bra; reaching round with the other hand and feeling her pert little breasts. He pushed one finger as far up her pussy as it would go. She reached down and tried to push him out; she was so painful down there. He just pushed against her.
“Don’t you fucking push my fingers out,” he shouted, “from now on I get to do whatever the fuck I like with this pussy… you’ve been a cocktease to me for too fucking long… now try to get some sleep, darlin’, you’ll be sucking on my dick before I go to work tomorrow.”

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Fantasy

Mind Slave

This is just the starting to hopefully a long series of stories about 19 year old Ellie and the Mistress that got inside her head after trying drugs with some friends.

Fiction

Queen Yavara: Chapter 13

Part 4 recap: Elena enslaves a family of succubi who attempted to capture her and Brock. Leveria tortures her mother before having her executed, and Yavara and Prestira acquire the aid of Drake Titus and his mercenary army of vampires.

Fantasy

My First Threesome

I think this will be a multiple part story. This first part has only straight sex, however, it does have some gay elements. If you don’t like it, please don’t read. You have been warned. Again, please comment and let me know how I can improve

Fantasy

I Dream of Demie 8 – Prophet and Loss

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Fiction

Tracy the Crack Whore III

That night, Sean dreamt he was floating high above the apartment buildings across the street from his house. Dark storm clouds were gathering, and a thrashing wind tore at his clothes and whipped his hair painfully across his face. Sean watched as the dark clouds formed an angry mob around his house. Jockeying for position, the clouds, bumping and pushing, bristled with energy and began circling his home. Sean wrestled with the wild hair stinging his face; looking at his hand, blue arcs of electricity jumped from finger to finger. Things were getting bad in his neighborhood.
He watched as his house swelled, the clouds crowding closer, threatening to ignite in a flash of lightening, explode in thunder. As his house swelled and swelled, Sean clearly heard the groaning of tired wooden beams, the scraping of hard clay bricks against solid mortar, shingles fled his roof, took to the air. Trying to stand, the air under Sean refused to support him any longer; he dropped, falling, watching his house struggle to survive, remain intact. With a roll of thunder, every window in the house blew outward as Sean fell, arms and legs flinging wildly. TRACY! Lightening lit the World. Crack!
Sitting up in bed with a gasp, Sean struggled to control his fear. His quiet, dark room reassured him, there was no storm, his house was intact, safe. Taking a deep breath, Sean collected himself, and shook off his foolish dream. Climbing from bed, he slipped on his sweat pants, gazed at his clock. Three in the morning, and he needed a drink of water.
Slowly walking to his bathroom in the dark, Sean found his sink, turned on the cold water. Leaning over, he cupped his hand under the faucet, catching some water. Bending down, he drank, long swallows, calming his uneasy mind. Satiated, he turned off the water, wiped his hand on his sweats, and stepped back. His heel landed on something, under his weight he heard the shatter of glass.
No pain.
Whatever it had been, it was tiny, and hadn’t sliced into his foot. Turning on the light and lifting his foot, Sean held his heel over the sink and brushed away small dust-like fragments of clear glass. Inspecting the floor, he saw a glint of light, a reflection. Stooping, he found a tiny section of glass tubing, edges jagged, broken and cracked. Crack pipe? He threw it in the trash can. With a little ‘clink’ it seemed to land on more glass. He turned off the light and gazed down the dark hallway. His living room was lit with a golden glow. Tracy.
He found her there, sitting on the hardwood floor, facing a corner, her back to him. She was rocking slowly. Her shoulders were slumped, her legs crossed, her arms in her lap. Her pretty blond hair was a mess. What was going on?
His TV was on, but there was no sound. The silence was oppressing. Sean saw his headphones in the fireplace, smashed to pieces. And then Tracy sniffled. Instinctively, Sean stepped toward her, into the living room, step after step drawing closer to the shivering teen. She sobbed, nearly choking. Her shoulders shook, her face fell into her hands.
Sean set his hand on her shoulder, gently. Like a dust devil rising from the desert floor, Tracy sprung up in a flash, cobra-quick.
“AHHH!” She hollered. Winding up, she launched an assault. Sean stood back, her fist flew just under his chin. Their eyes locked. Sean took another step back, and watched her pupils widen in recognition, he heard the intake of a sharp breath, her startled face relax minutely, as her foot swept past his crotch.
“Tracy!” Sean called, reaching for her. Her tightly coiled body, muscles taut, limbs deployed aggressively – relaxed. Sean watched as the energy dissipated from the teen, seemingly falling from her body, soak into the floorboards. Tracy slumped, her eyes tormented, her hands reaching out to him. He reached for her and guided her to the floor. Sitting with her, Sean took her into his arms and held her. Gently at first, then more urgently until he was holding her with nearly all his might. He pulled her into his chest and felt her warm tears on his skin. After a minute, Tracy whispered she was thirsty.
Later, after she finished a glass of cold juice, he dabbed tears from her eyes.
Later, as he drifted off to sleep in his bed, he held her tightly in his arms. He dreamt again.Behind the red velvet ropes, Sean stood naked in a long line of naked men. He shuffled across the red carpeting of the theater lobby until the line stopped moving. Sean set a hand on the large brass ball that rested atop the brass pole holding up one side of the red-velvet ropes. The ball shocked him, a small charge of static electricity that ran through his hand, tingled his wrist.
The usher walked down the line, selling condoms; no one was buying. The cop walked into the lobby carrying a deflated balloon, threw it on the floor, and wiped his hands on his blue pants with disgust. Then the usher unfastened a section of the red rope, and allowed the first man through. The man reached for two deflated legs of the balloon and started blowing between them, inflating, and inflating. Puff…Puff
“Oh yes!” Tracy cried, coming to Life, her nearly limp arms reaching for the man’s head. “Yes!” The man blew and blew, and the usher let another man through. The second man put his head between Tracy’s legs and blew, and blew. “Fucking making me come!” She reached for the first man’s erection, taking it into her mouth, her legs wrapping tightly around the others head. “Mm”
Soon the two men had her spit-roasted, as the usher let another man through the ropes. Sean would get his turn tonight, for sure! The men lifted Tracy, fully inflated, off the floor, and fucked her hard, brutally hard. “Harder” They filled her holes. The first man came on her face with a growl, and threw money into an empty popcorn bucket. “Prick!” Two men faced one another, Tracy in between, gleefully riding their cocks, squealing in delight. She looked at Sean and flipped him off. “Fucker!”
The men erupted in climax, and Tracy seemed to rise, lifting and squirming, crying out. “Oh!” More men gathered around her, the largest, a giant, brushing everyone aside. His enormous cock frightened Tracy. “Sean!” Now impaled on the huge cock, Tracy cried out again “Sean!” The large man held Tracy up, impaled on his cock, and carried her toward the men in line. When he reached the red ropes, he lifted the teen off his cock, and spread her ass cheeks.
“She wants you, bud” The giant said, setting Tracy down atop the shiny brass pole right in front of Sean. Tracy’s face contorted in pain, as the giant forced her down on the ball. Her legs spread wide, stiff in agony, her pretty pussy bald and wet, her asshole sliding over the brass ball. Tracy shrieked. Her eyes filled with tears. Other men were crowding around Sean. The giant pulled Tracy’s legs apart, painfully wide, exposing her pussy, her brass-filled ass. Men jostled around Sean, pushing him aside.
“Don’t you want her, buddy?” the giant asked Sean. Struggling against the crush of men straining to fuck Tracy, Sean hollered. “Let her go!” Sean was pushed further and further away. He couldn’t see Tracy anymore! But he heard her.
“Sean?” She cried. “Sean!”
“Sean?” Sean was stirred awaken by Tracy, sitting next to him on the bed. “I made you French toast, Sean.” He gazed at her pretty young face, now free from the torment that had haunted it just hours earlier.
“Where’s that erection, Mister?” She asked sweetly. “When I brought your coffee in a minute ago, it was alive and well…”
The vividness of Sean’s latest foolish dream had dissipated, only a fog remained. She smiled, setting the tray on the bed and fluffing his pillows. Sitting up, Sean looked at his breakfast; he was famished and after finishing the last bite of French toast, Tracy removed the trey and curled up next to him.
“Working today?” She asked. He nodded his head and grunted. Tracy’s toes tickled his legs. “All day?” Looking down at her, he saw Tracy’s eyes. Pretty blue jewels. Clear and bright. “Supposed to rain. Storm really. I hate lightening and thunder. Scares me.” He cradled her in his arms, and considered her weather report.
“You? Scared?” Sean smiled at her. She looked very innocent then, to Sean. He pulled her close, held her. He wanted to know what had caused her behavior the night before. He looked into her eyes, held her marvelous gaze, and imagined he saw an untold story.
“Tell me,” he said. She tore her eyes from his, focusing them on his chest. She sighed, and tugged at several of his chest hairs.
“Tell you what?” She asked meekly. Stroking her hair, Sean replied.
“Anything.” Tracy was silent for a long minute. Her toes weren’t tickling his legs anymore. Her fingers pulled more forcefully on his chest hair, while her breathing quickened.
“I was always scared of storms.” She admitted. “As long as I could remember. The worst was at night, when I was alone in my room. Once, when I was eight…”
And Tracy told her story of how, when she was eight, a storm chased her under the covers in fright.
The storm chased young Tracy under her covers in a fright. Pulling pillows over her head, she cowered, as lightening struck, filling her tiny bedroom with bright light, and then thunder rocked it. She wanted to hop out of bed and close her window; only the screen stood between her and the storm. The wind tossed her curtains to and fro, the fabric snapping in the air. Tracy longed for her mommy, wanted to run to her bed, curl up next to her, except the storm, the thunder. So she hid deeper under her covers, trying to crawl all the way under her small pillows. Even beneath the sheets, she was startled by another flash of light, and shook as more thunder roared.
Whimpering, she lay paralyzed in fright. Tracy now heard rain pouring down in sheets, the waves seeming to crash against her thin window screen. It wouldn’t hold out the storm! She knew, she dreaded that she knew! It would soon crash through… and she would perish, in bed, alone. Squeezing her eyes shut, she was terrified by another loud crash, seemingly right outside her frail window. “Mommy…”
And then all went quiet. Tracy took a deep breath. No more rain. From above her bed, one could see first her little hand appear from out of the sheets, and then her small nose. Pushing aside a small pillow, her little blonde head popped free, and she looked at her window. The curtains were calm, and outside her window, darkness ruled again. Sliding all the way out from under the sheets, Tracy’s shaky leg reached for the floor; gotta close the window! Halfway to her window, though, light filled her world.
Her eyes grew huge, when she saw the storm illuminated through her window. Immense and powerful, awesome and menacing, as a blinding bright arc of light reached from the storm and struck a tree. Frozen in fear, her bones were rattled by the thunder, so close now. Rain began to crash against the window again, and then the wind… The curtains came Alive, reached for her, searching… She ran! “Mommy!” The curtains nearly had her, but she fled her room, into the darkness, through the apartment. “MOMMY!” Down the hall, skidding to a stop. More thunder rocked the building. She turned into her mother’s room and ran for the certain safety of the bed. Leaping, flying, another flash of light illuminated the room and her mother, curled up in bed, as young Tracy landed, bounced and scrambled to her mother’s side. Snuggling close to her mother, comfort surrounded her. Snuggling closer, she smelled her mother. “Mommy”
While the storm raged, Tracy had her refuge, no longer so scared, no longer so paralyzed with fear.
And then she felt them. The large hands, feeling her, touching her, groping her. Large strong hands, calloused and foul. Rubbing her back, her shoulders, and her small butt. A new terror seized Tracy. This terror more real, much more real. The hands groped her. This terror stank. Smelled evil. This terror had visited before. The hands spread her legs, groped. Why wasn’t her Mommy waking up?
“MOMMY!”
Later, when Tracy’s shaking stopped, Sean brushed the tears from her cheeks. She looked tired now, he hoped she would sleep. He asked her more about this day’s forecast. When?
“Today. This afternoon.” She shivered in his arms. He promised her. She was safe.
“I’ll be home by lunch, or before.”
“Wake me?” She asked, her eyelids growing heavy. “Please?”
“Yes little Jelly Bean.” Sean tucked her under the covers, and carried out the dishes.
Later, Sean sat on the sofa, gazing out of the living room window at the approaching storm. Chaos. He heard the shower turnoff, then the bathroom door open. He spun around on the sofa, and watched Tracy walk into the living room, wrapped in his robe. She smiled at him, and grabbed the beanbag chair, dragging it toward the sofa and Sean. Before she sat down, she handed him a piece of paper, a list.
“You owe me money,” Tracy said, plopping down onto the giant black beanbag. Sean examined the list. It was an extensive list. “Eighteen dollars, Mr. Horny Dog.” She giggled, adjusting the towel wrapped around her wet hair, her robe falling open, exposing her tummy, her slight cleavage. Sean watched her closely, setting the list down beside him. Tracy pulled a bottle of lotion out of the robe’s large pocket, and pumped some into her hand.
“I’ll need to collect, before I can offer you anymore services.” She stated matter-of-factly. Sean suppressed a laugh. This girl! She slid an arm out of the robe and rubbed lotion up and down it.
“Maybe,” Sean mused, “I won’t be needing your services anymore.” His gaze swept over her young tan body, hardly covered in the robe anymore. Tracy leaned back comfortably and grinned, her legs spreading wide. Sean’s cock began to fill with blood, and rose, lifting his sweat pants. Tracy laughed.
“Fine,” she said, her gaze falling to his lap. “You can always take care of yourself. I can certainly take care of myself.” She gave him an evil smile, and Sean wasn’t certain exactly what she meant. Tracy lifted her bottle of lotion and pumped some out onto her tummy and between her breasts. She massaged it in slowly. Her tan was looking great, Sean thought, her tiny bikini had left its erotic imprint. Sean wanted to rub lotion on her; watching her do it drove him nuts. He glanced down at the list beside him. But without looking at the list, he already knew; he had rubbed her full of lotion three times before. All over her, as she squirmed under his hands. He wondered where his wallet was.
Sean slipped a hand into his sweats, grabbed his hard cock, and watched Tracy rub lotion over her belly button, her robe an afterthought now. She was humming to herself, smiling, enjoying. Rubbing, pumping, rubbing, humming, smiling. She opened her bare legs wide and spread lotion across her soft thighs. As he started pumping his cock, their eyes locked. Tracy’s eyes grew wide, and she bit her lower lip, watching him now. She grabbed one of her feet, and pulled it over her tummy, rubbing lotion all over it. Her bald pussy looked smooth, young, fresh. Her little butt hole, pink and clean, her legs spread wide. Sean slipped his sweats down his legs and off, flicking them with his foot over the end of the sofa. He spread his legs, his balls hanging to the cushion, and stroked himself, watching her watching him. The living room darkened from the approaching storm.
Now Tracy stroked herself with just her fingertips, lightly, her hands roaming her body, as she watched Sean jack-off. Her fingers lingered here and there, small moans escaped from her. She licked her lips, and shook the towel from her head. She ran her fingers through her wet, blond hair, her mouth open, her breathing shallow, her small breast sprouting erect nipples. Then Tracy’s little hand reached into the pocket of the robe, again, and came out clutching a small pink vibrator. She licked it slowly, her eyes traveling from Sean’s cock to his eyes. She laughed with a bit of embarrassment.
“My favorite toy,” She cooed. “Mmmmm,” She twisted the bottom of the vibrator, activating it. Sean watched as she licked it again. Slowly, she held the vibrator to her thin delicate throat, then her collarbone. Sean gripped his cock firmly when she circled her nipple with the pink toy, and he moaned. Slowly, the pink toy traveled down her body, past her belly button, and over her pubes to her bald pussy. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back. The toy danced around her thighs as Sean noticed moisture gathering on her pussy. “I love my toy!” Slowly Tracy slipped her pink toy between her pussy lips, spreading them slightly, as the vibrator traveled up her slit, nearing her clit.
“Yes!” Tracy groaned. Her eyes popped open suddenly; she giggled and blushed. “I’m so horny, Sean. So horny. Oh.” Her eyes locked onto his cock again, perhaps seeing the bead of come that sat perched atop. He watched her other hand travel from one breast to another, lightly stroking and massaging. “You have a big handful of cock, Sean. Big cock. Oh…” The vibrator began to disappear up her young slit. “Yes” It came out and traveled around her clit before going back in, as Tracy’s eyes closed again and her head rolled back. Sean stroked himself faster, and watched her please herself with her small pink toy.
Suddenly the living room filled with a bright flash of light. Tracy stiffened. A moment later thunder rolled through the neighborhood. Tracy gasped, frightened.
“Sean?” She asked, her blue eyes wide with fear. “Would you like to come down here with me?” Yes he would! He sprang from the couch as if he was shocked, and was quickly between her firm legs. Tracy sighed with relief as he rubbed his cheeks along her soft thighs. Her hands found his head when he took her toy from her. Her fingers clinched his hair when he licked her wetness. Sean used his tongue to part her lips, used his lips to squeeze her clit.
“Sean…” She groaned, wiggling deeper into the beanbag, “Sean make me come.” He licked and kissed her little pussy for several long minutes, while holding her firmly in his arms. Lightening lit the room again and again, as Tracy trembled. “Yes…” Sean allowed his tongue to linger, and then drop lower, past her pussy to her little pink bud, her asshole. He circled it with his tongue, as she held his head tight. “Lick it.” He licked it, his nose between her pussy lips. “Lick it, lick it… lickit lickit.” She liked this, Sean knew. She pulled her legs back toward her chest, her hips rising, her asshole more accessible. “Lickit, Lickit.” Her fingers pulled at his hair. He slobbered over her asshole. And brought forth her toy, running it over her ass cheeks. Looking down at her, Sean touched the tip of the vibrator to her asshole. Her feet found his head and squeezed lightly.
“Oh no…” She moaned. Slowly, Sean inserted the toy into her ass, the tip slipping past her sphincter. “Oh… mm.” Sean heard rain begin to fall, faintly drumming on the roof of his home. In the growing darkness of the living room, Sean began to suck on Tracy’s young pussy, while slowly working the tip of the toy in and out of her ass. Her feet were drawing circles in the air, and thunder shook the house.
“God yes… Feels so good in my ass, on my puss. Oh Baby.” Sean took it slow, licking her lightly, gently sliding the toy further in. He briefly looked up at Tracy as lightening lit the room. Sean saw her hands squeezing her breasts, fingers flicking her nipples. Her head was thrown back, eyes squeezed closed, mouth open and slack. “Uh… Uh…”
Sean had the toy sliding in and out of Tracy’s ass smoothly now, and when the room darkened once again, he returned his attention to her pussy, spreading her lips, and licking her clit, lightly flicking it, touching it, pushing it from side to side and pressing on it. Tracy’s breathing was irregular and shallow, her legs encircling his head. He quickened his pace with his tongue and the toy. Her legs gripped him tighter. He hummed on her pussy and Tracy shook in delight, yelping. Sean knew she was close, her tummy was twitching. “Oh God…” she moaned. Her orgasm shook her and Sean, as a flash of light filled his house, and thunder shook it. “God… damn!” Tracy grabbed his head, her fingers entwining in his and she yanked him up and away from her squirting pussy. “Fuck!” Sean watched her writhe about on the beanbag chair, just an inch of the vibrator poking out of her ass. “Fuck…” Slowly it began to slide out. “Fuck…” Slowly, her little poop muscles pushed it out, as her pussy squirted tiny drops into the air, her orgasm coming to and end. “Fuck Me that was good…” Sean kissed her belly button, as she held his ears. Rain drummed on the roof. Tracy’s breasts rose and fell.
“How was that, babe?” Sean asked.
“In my butt! You put my toy in my butt!” She accused. He smiled devilishly up at her; yes he had – all the way in. “I pushed it out!” she giggled in glee, her tummy bouncing his head up and down, her fingers wrapping around his ear. She looked down at Sean. “It felt fucking great. I loved having my little ass stretched like that.” Her eyes brightened a bit. She bit her lower lip and whined, pulling on Sean’s ears. “Kiss me.” He rose, and crawled forward before lowering himself atop her again and finding her wet lips waiting for him. Her tongue danced with his. Her legs wrapped around him again.
“You want that ass, don’t you?” She asked.
He kissed his way up her neck to her ear and whispered, “Yeah… yeah, I do.” Somehow, after wiggling about, Tracy managed to wrap her lotion filled hand around his rock-hard cock. Sean groaned, the feeling was tremendous. “Mmmm.”
“Loobing you up, big fella. So you’ll slip right in,” Tracy said. She lined his cock up with her tiny butt-hole. “Go slow Sean. Please.” Sean went slow, while Tracy held his cock steady. He pushed forward, the head of his cock slipping past her sphincter, as he looked down on Tracy. Her eyes grew wide. She placed a hand on his chest.
“Ouwee … Sean, it’s big,” Tracy moaned. “Sean it’s Big.” Her hand pressed hard against his chest. He pulled out of her ass. Tracy gasped. “No, no, go back in.” Sean let her hand guide him back in. “Ouwee…” She groaned, her hand pushing on his chest again. He felt her other hand fall from his cock. A moment later, he felt her hand slide between their torsos, and begin to rub her pussy. Sean drove a little further into her ass, and watched her reaction. She bit her lower lip, her eyes growing wide again, and she moaned. He felt the heels of her feet land on the small of his back, her hips rose. He drove in further. Her stomach sank and she took a deep breath, holding it.
“You okay baby?” Sean asked. She shook her head. Sean wasn’t sure what to do. He started to pull out.
“Wait, wait.” She groaned. “Just stop there.” She looked so sad to Sean. His big cock in her ass, causing her pain. He lowered his head. Her hands found his face. Lightening lit the room, and they kissed, while thunder shook the house. She breathed in and our quickly through her nose while Sean kissed her gently. Then he broke their kiss.
“It feels really good, Tracy. Your ass feels great.” He commented.
“Really?” She asked, holding his face. “Tight?” He nodded. “Wet?” Sean nodded. “Warm?” He nodded. “Goody,” she said. “You can have my ass. Sean, take my ass now. It’s yours.” Sean kissed her again, as she seemed to relax, neither the cock in her ass nor the storm seemed to bother young Tracy now. Slowly Sean thrust further into Tracy’s young virgin ass, spreading her sphincter, stretching her teen ass like never before. Her tight asshole felt like a tight slick glove around his cock. Marvelous, like a cock haven. Soon he was completely buried in her. Tracy’s head rolled back on the beanbag, her eyes open, her mouth open. Sean licked her neck and pulled out of her, until only the tip of his cock was inside her ass, then he dove back in. Tracy seemed to love it now, her heels massaged his back, her hands found his shoulders, her fingernails dug into him.
“Cock in my ass…” She moaned. “Big fat cock in my ass. Oh my God.” Sean buried himself in her. Again and again. When lightening illuminated the room again, he saw her tongue traveling across her teeth, her eyes rolled back in her head. “…Deep in my ass. Stretching my ass.” Slowly he fucked her ass, as she grew more and more accustomed to the strange new feeling of having hard flesh stretching her. Her appreciation for Sean’s cock in her ass was growing and growing. “God… damn big cock in my ass.”
“Like it Peanut?”
“Fuck yes. Fuck my ass.”
“Like my hard cock sliding in and out of your ass?”
“Fuck yes. Fuck my ass.”
“Will you give me a discount on fucking your tight teen ass?”
“Fuck yes. Fuck my ass. Fuck my tight teen ass.”
“You like having an ass full of hard cock?”
“Fuck yes. Fuck my tight teen ass. It’s yours Sean. Fuck it. Take it. Drill it.” And drill it out Sean did. Slowly picking up his pace, he fucked her little butt. He drove into her harder and harder. His balls slapping against the beanbag, his pubic bone meeting her wet pussy again and again. “It’s rubbing just right!” Tracy cried, her head rolling from side to side. As thunder shook the house she began to cry out. Louder and more urgently.
“Fuck it! Drill it!” Sean endeavored to please her. “Oh God!” He strove to ream her. “Yes!” He drove into her. “Fucking great!” He pounded her tight young ass. “Coming!” He reamed her ass. “Orgasm… big one.” He sped up, fucking her ass harder. “An ass one…” He bit her neck, her arm wrapped around his head. She shrieked his name out over and over, her heels beat down on his back, drool fell from her mouth. Her hips rose to meet his thrust, her asshole sucking him in. From deep within her body, she began to roar, scream, until her voice filled the house. And then Tracy went limp, and Sean stopped his thrusts, smiling, sweat dripping from his face onto her chest, her tits heaving. He lowered himself, his elbows sinking into the beanbag chair. He pressed Tracy further down. She groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck, his cock was buried deep in her ass, twitching in excitement. She opened her blue eyes and smiled shyly.
“Oh the pain,” she chuckled. Sean laughed.
“I could tell,” he said with sarcasm.
“Pervert.”
“Slut.”
“Brute.”
“Fuck hole.”
“Beast.”
“Beauty.” Their lips met until she pushed him away.
“I want to ride your cock now, Cowboy.” She stated. Sean rolled them over on the beanbag chair, Tracy clinging to him. Soon, she was comfortably atop him, squatting on him, her ass full of cock. She sighed. “Big fucking cock up my ass.” She shivered. Her knees spread apart. In the dark room, he felt her gaze on him. Lightening illuminated the room again, capturing Tracy’s image in Sean’s mind as she started to rise up his cock, her asshole gripping him tightly.
“Oh yes, fat cock up my ass.” She started to ride him up and down, swinging her hips from side to side, Sean’s cock stirring her insides. “Hard cock. Good.” She sat all the way down on his cock again and grunted loudly. “Fucking way far inside of me.” With a reckless abandon, she began to ride up Sean’s cock then back down and all around, swiftly, urgently. Filling herself with his cock. Massaging his cock with her tight young ass. Riding and sliding on his cock, her pussy dripping on him, sweat glistening between her jiggling boobs. He reached up and squeezed her tits, pushed them together and pulled them apart. As she rode him like a mad cowgirl, he pinched her nipples while she howled in delight, stuffing herself over and over with his cock. Suddenly she yelped. She grabbed handfuls of his chest hair and cried out. She yanked on his hairs and screamed his name. “Sean!” And sank down on his cock. Sean was about to blow. He knew it wouldn’t be long.
He slid her off his cock and onto the beanbag. He rolled her face down and spread her legs. He crawled in between and lifted her ass into the air. He lined his cock up with her tiny asshole and thrust into her. Tracy cried out loudly, clinching her fists. Sean slapped her ass, and buried his cock in her. Gripping her ass cheeks, he spread them wide, and with a grunt began to fuck her hard.
“Stop. Hold still Sean,” Tracy groaned. Sean waited. She started thrusting backwards, impaling herself on his cock. Then she pulled away and quickly impaled herself again. Sean gripped her ass and pulled her back onto his cock, again and again. He liked this, Tracy fucking herself on his cock this way.
“Like that Baby?” Tracy asked, looking back at him over his shoulder, thrusting her young body back, impaling herself. “Feel good?” Sean slapped her ass and yelled. In an ass-fucking frenzy, he started meeting her thrusts. “Gonna fill my ass with come? Gonna pump me full of sperm? Gonna shoot a healthy load into my ass? Oh Baby look at you, fucking my tight ass.” She gasped loudly when she felt Sean start to come. “I feel it! Your cock is swelling! I feel it swelling in my ass! Oh god that’s so fucking HOT! Come on Sean, come on baby, come on, squirt it all out, don’t save any. I want it all up my pooper! Filler me up Sean! Weeee!” Sean about feinted, he came so hard.
Tracy twisted slightly onto her side and he fell atop of her. Sean moaned, his cock twitching one last time in Tracy’s ass.
“You can have my ass anytime you want, Sean.” Tracy said. He bit her nipple. She yelped, holding onto his head. “Take me to dinner Sean. I want Chinese.”
Later, as Sean and Tracy lay in bed, she recalled that night, eight years ago, as she fled to her mother’s bed frightened by the storm.
… the large fingers wormed through her pajamas, probing her, rubbing her soft skin. Tracy shivered in fright. Pulling her away from her mother, the large hands brought her closer to her father. His breath fouled the air around Tracy, as he pulled her up on his chest.
“The thunder scare you little honey?” her father asked. His hands were forcing her down his chest. “Stay here with Daddy, where you’ll be safe.” As he forced her further down his body, Tracy’s feet parted around his large hard erection. Oh she had seen his cock before. She had! He had told her its name, introduced her. Tracy was mortified. Why wasn’t her Mommy waking up?
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Summer – Brothers Love

This Story contains acts of homosexuality and incest of young teenage boys, so if you have any problems with these topics do not read on!!!!!
This is my first story on XNXX I hope you enjoy it! This is the first story about two brothers and their best friends and the fun they have together. Let me tell you some information about the people in my first story, Cian is a 15 year old boy living in Ireland, he is gay but not out yet, he is 5ft 9″, he is of an athletic build and has short, flat brown hair and hazel eyes. He has an uncut 6 inch cock. Niall is Cian’s brother he is 13 years old, he is bi curious, he is 5ft 4″ , he is thin but has the outline of a six pack, he looks very similar to Cian but has spikey hair. He has an uncut cock that is 5 inches long. So here’s my first story….
Cian and Naill share a room together. Usually the two brothers wank seperately in the privacy of the bathroom but one night that changed. School had just finished for the summer so the two brothers were able to start staying up late and getting up late in the morning. On the first day of the holidays Niall was over at his friend’s (Ben’s) house. When he came home it was nearly 10 o clock and he was exhausted so he went directly to bed. Cian was watching football on TV and at 11 o clock he decided to go to bed. He slowly went up the stairs and opened the door of his bedroom, when he went in he saw Niall was lying under his bed covers slowly moving his hand up and down over his cock. Cian stood there and watched his young brother slowly stroking his penis. Niall was unaware of his brother’s presence in the room until his big brother coughed. Niall jumped up in his bed immediately and was extremely embarrased he began to say “uh, sorry bro didn’t know you were there! I was just horny and needed to get rid of this hard on”. Cian replied by saying “its ok dude but now I’m horny and I have to wank, I’m going to the bathroom and I’ll…” Niall quickly interjected ” why don’t we both just wank in the room now, i mean we both have the same thing and we both need to get rid of it, you wanna?” ” Ok but as long as your ok with it why not?” replied Cian.
Cian began to strip, he took off his clothes down to his boxers, his 6 inch hard on was stretching the confines of his tight black boxers. He lay on top of his bed. Niall got out from under his sheets and and lay on top of his own bed with his 5 inch hard cock already exposed. Cian mentioned how big Niall had gotten since he saw him naked the last time which was over a year ago, he also was amazed at the 6 pack which his brother had developed, his six pack led Cian’s eyes to the small patch of light brown pubic hair just above his brother’s hard 5 inch cock. Niall asked Cian why he still had his boxers on, Cian began to chuckle to himself about how forward his little brother was being and he took off his skin tight boxers to expose his hard 6 inch cock which snapped back onto his stomach as he removed his boxers. Niall was looking intently at his brothers cock and small amount of brown pubic hair which Cian trimmed regularly, Niall was fondling his own balls and massaging his cock quickly to the sight of his brother’s hot naked body.
Cian said to Niall that they should look at porn on his laptop. Cian placed the laptop on his bed and Niall moved onto his brothers bed to look at the porn with him. Cian opened up his collection of porn it had both straight and gay pictures in it. The two brother’s were sitting side by side stroking their cocks while they viewed the porn. Cian asked his brother did he like looking at the gay pictures, Niall didn’t answer immediately so Cian asked again, “I sort of like them, I’m not gay but i think im bi” mumbled Niall, “ok dude well I am gay and i don’t really like looking at the straight pictures” replied Cian. Niall looked at his brother in amazement, he always thought his brother was bisexual but he was shocked that he had just told him he was 100% gay.
The two brothers were still stroking their cock’s when Niall place his small hand on Cian’s leg, Cian jumped with the shock of his brother’s hand being on his leg. Cian looked at his brother directly in the eye and as he did that Niall brushed his hand over his brothers rigid cock, Cian responded by placing his hand on his little brother’s balls and began fondling them. Both the boys were dripping a large amount of pre-cum.
Cian put his mouth beside his brother’s ear and whispered gently ” have you ever had a blow job?”. Niall replied “no” , Cian then asked his brother would he like one. Niall was so horny at this moment that he replied “yeah”. Cian slowly placed his lips closer to his brothers cock head, the smell was sweet. He then slowly began licking the head of his little brother’s cock. He sucked his brother’s cock like it was a lollipop, he then placed his hand on Niall’s cock and began to suck and wank him at the same time. Niall began moaning in the new found pleasure of his brother’s wet mouth sucking on his member. The two boys were enjoying themselves immensly, when Niall began to moan and tense up, he placed his hand on the back of his brothers head and began fucking his brother’s mouth. Niall’s breathing quickened and he unleashed two ropes of hot cum deep into his brother’s mouth. Cian sucked every last drop of cum out of his brother’s softening cock.
Niall then said it was his turn to repay his brother and began licking Cian’s balls. Cian loved the feeling of his brother’s tongue licking his large nearly hairless balls. Niall then licked his cock from the base and began to bob up and down on his older brother’s member. Cian was enjoying the sensation so much he shot his load within a few minutes, his first rope hit the back of his brother’s throat, followed by the second, the third and the fourth stream of hot cum, Niall was unable to keep all the cum in his mouth and it began to dribble down his chin. Both the boys agreed they would do it again very soon. They both slept naked side by side on Cian’s bed.
This is the first of many stories about Cian’s teenage sex life, the next one will be about Cian and his best friend Sam.

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Melissa Gets Put Out Part 2

Part 1 can be found here:
http://stories.xnxx.com/story/35128/Melissa_Gets_Put_Out_Part_1
In which Melissa violates her curfew. and as punishment is placed in the family pillory on the front lawn for the next two days. And after she is put out, her disgruntled younger brother plays a counting game with her with some of his lunch, before heading off to school.
Author’s note: As a wise man once said, “Specificity is the soul of all good communication.” I must admit that I mis-communicated in part one. I was using the term stocks, when what I actually meant was pillory. I hope my readers can forgive me my error. Additionally, I appreciate all comments, both positive and negative. While I think I know where this story is going, my characters have begun to surprise me a bit.
MELISSA GETS PUT OUT
Part 2
After a couple of minutes the spasms subsided, but the pressure inside her didn’t abate, she had to get these things out of her. She got her feet back under her rear, she was still bent at the waist, but she no longer thought she was in danger of falling while in the pillory, and hurting herself. She started trying to push the carrots out, like she was going to take a huge crap right in the front lawn, but she couldn’t get anything going from this angle. She shifted from one foot to the other, and felt that the plastic baggie was still poked halfway into her ass, and she couldn’t do anything to work it free.
After nearly twenty minutes of fruitless struggles, the front door opened, and her mother stepped out, she walked in front of her daughter, and looked down at her critically, then her nose wrinkled.
“Oh, Lord, you smell like a toilet already.”
She disappeared around the side of the house,and was gone for a moment, she came back dragging the hose, the pistol grip in one dish-glove clad hand, and several coils of green hose in the other. She stood back, and sprayed Melissa in the face with a heavy stream of cold water. The cold was shocking, and drove any hint of arousal from Melissa’s body, she began to cramp even harder around the knot of carrots her brother had fed into her ass one by one, and it wasn’t helped when, after she was done thoroughly dousing her daughter’s face, Sharon began to work her way around, playing the strong blast of cold water up and down her body. When she reached the the back, she didn’t stint her daughter’s pussy and ass. She had been spraying the cold water directly at her daughter’s pussy when she noticed the baggie stuffed into Melissa’s ass.
“What have you gotten yourself into already?” she sniffed as she pulled the bag out. “Honestly.”
Suddenly one of her mother’s dish-gloved fingers was jammed up her ass past the second knuckle, this got a grunting groan from Melissa.
“The little shit stuffed a whole bag of carrots up there, Mom!”
The finger was whipped out of her ass, and her mother was in front of her in an instant, two hard slaps rang against her face.
“I am not your mother, and I will not have you speak of a member of this household so. If you must address me, you may call Mrs. Donnelly, Mam, or Mistress, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mam.” said Melissa meekly.
“Now, do you want those things stuffed up there for the next two days? Believe you me, they won’t get any more comfortable.”
“No, Mam.”
“Then you’ll do as I say.” Melissa saw her mother stripping off a glove as she walked around behind her again. She felt the glove laid across her back, like it was some kind of end table, and the gloved finger returned, as she heard her mother muttering under her breath.
“I’m going to have to talk to that boy about his nutrition…”
She poked around in there for a while, and as she did, Melissa’s sense of shame deepened, her mother was treating her like some kind of chore, not necessarily unpleasant, but simply workaday, like laundry or vacuuming.
“Those are really in there… I guess there’s nothing to it but this.”
And with that, the questing finger was removed, and suddenly the rough metal of the nozzle of the hose pistol was pressed to her anus.
“Wha!” Melissa squeaked as cold water flooded her already stretched and cramping bowels. She could feel the icy water blaze a trail past the carrot blockade and run a deep twisting path through her guts. The water was relentless, it just kept coming, the hose on full, she felt like her belly was filling up, becoming huge and swollen like Tanya’s had been when she was pregnant, and it was so cold, she began to shiver all over as gooseflesh raced across her skin.
Suddenly the water stopped, and the nozzle was removed, and Melissa began to push out the flood that had entered her body.
“Not yet!” snapped her mother as she quickly replaced the nozzle with the dish-glove she had removed, stuffing it roughly into her ass. The glove felt huge, stretching her sphincter and sealing it at the same time, as nearly the whole thing was wadded up and stuffed in.
“You hold all that in, while I go get what we really need.” and with that, her mother disappeared back inside the house.
Melissa shivered from the cold, her nipples hard as rock, and for once, not from any kind of arousal, no blush, no matter how fierce could warm the cramping cold inside her guts. A cold slow trickle made its way past the glove and ran down her legs. A morning bird began to sing in the tree above, and Melissa hated it for existing. Her restrained hands clutched in tight fists. She hurt too much to cry.
She saw her mother reappear in the kitchen, placing the mop bucket in the sink and running water into it, and she seemed to have another, smaller pail from somewhere with several items in it, one of them looked like a comically large syringe.
As she came out, Melissa saw that her mother had rolled up her sleeves, and had donned what looked to be elbow length latex gloves, a pail in each hand, The mop bucket obviously heavy and full of steaming sudsy water. Mom went straight behind her and set to work, unpacking the other pail. She heard several things set on the ground, and a distinctive “ding” as a the kitchen timer was placed sharply on the top of the pillory.
“Now,” her Mom began, “you’re never going to be able to push anything out standing like that. You need to work your feet forward, and squat down, arching your back as you do, DO NOT begin to push until I remove the glove, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mo…Mam, Mistress.”
“Good, now start moving your feet.”
Melissa was able to do as her mother had instructed, taking short steps forward, and squatting down as she did so. It put some pressure on her back and neck, but she had been in the same position for nearly two hours, and even this small change felt like a relief. She felt the bucket placed under her lowered ass, and suddenly, in a single tug, the dish-glove was whisked away, and the need to void her bowels was undeniable.
Melissa felt and heard the water pour out of her in a rush, the overwhelming pressure relieved, there was also a satisfying plink, plink, plink, as some of the carrots were expelled in the rush, She gasped and panted, thinking that it was over, but less than a minute later, she felt her insides spasm again, and another rush of water and a few carrots more shot out out of her ass and into the waiting bucket.
“That water is filthy, I thought I told my daughter to go to the bathroom again, this morning.” her mother complained, “We’ll just have to take care of this now.”
Her mother took the bucket, and Melissa saw her carry it to the front of the house, and dump it behind her azalea bushes.
“We’re going to have to open you up a bit to get them all out” her mother declared when she returned, and Melissa heard something make a spurting noise, like the catsup bottle when it was running low.
“Alright, stand back up.”
As she did she felt her mother’s fingers at her asshole again, they were smoother, thinner without the dish-gloves, and they were also slippery, the first one slipped in smoothly, easily without resistance. Her mother’s finger was warm after the cold rush of water. The finger began to pump itself in and out of her ass, and was quickly joined but another, and then a third. The third one hurt a little bit, especially when they were in deep, near the knuckles, but when they were all the way in, she could feel her mother’s pinky brush against the bottom of her pussy.
This went on for a few minutes, and Melissa started to warm up, starting where her mother’s finger kept brushing, brushing, brushing her. The pinky suddenly joined the first there fingers, just the tips of all four were as tight as the three all the way in, and as her mother slowly increased the pressure, pushing the four fingers ever so slowly deeper and deeper, she began to rotate her wrist, twisting the fingers back and forth drawing gasps and groans from Melissa.
The fingers were removed, and then there was a long slow sucking sound from behind her, and a few drops of warm water sprayed her back, and then Melissa felt something hard, wet and warm press against and then into her recently stretched anus.
“Here it comes.” her mom’s voice was a little muffled, kind of like when she was hanging clothes to dry, and had a clothespin in her mouth when she talked.
Warm water, that felt almost scalding, in contrast with the cold hose water, flooded her. Melissa realized that it must have been from the large syringe thing she had seen. But that thing was huge, bigger around than my wrist, she thought, Oh God, what have they done to me?
The syringe held a lot of water, but not nearly as much as had been pumped in her with the hose. The warmth filled her, beginning to chase away the chills. Then the tapered end of the syringe was removed with a sucking pop, and just as quickly, something cold and round and smooth took its place in her contracting sphincter. It must have tapered, but it got broader quickly, and soon was the size of the syringe nozzle had been, but Melissa’s mother kept pushing it harder.
At Melissa’s squeak of pain, her mother piped up, “Sorry dear, it’s the smallest one we had.”
Just as Melissa thought she would be split in two, the butt plug snapped into place. Melissa realized just what it was as it did, she had seen pictures of them on Amazon.com, but she never understood what people would do with them. As she heard her mother twisting the kitchen timer, she thought, wait, she said ‘smallest one we had’ just how many do we have?
She felt her mother’s gloved hand slide down her bare, exposed slit, and she shuddered.
“You are a beautiful young lady,” her mother said in a considering tone of voice, “I bet all of the boys are after you, and probably some of the girls.”
The hand stopped at the hood of Melissa’s clitoris and started working on it, coaxing it out from its hiding place. Melissa’s shock of her mother working on her like that was quickly overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure, somehow Mom was even better at this than Marcus. When her mother’s amazing fingers finally worked their way inside her pussy and encountered her maidenhead, they stopped suddenly in surprise.
“Oh my, I guess none of those boys have caught you yet! Hmmmm?” There was a pause, thinking, “I’ll be right back, don’t you go any where!” She said with a merry chuckle. There was a rustling, and then her mother went back inside the house, and into the kitchen. Melissa noticed that her mother wasn’t wearing her apron, which was usually a permanent fixture unless there were visitors, or she was going out. She could have sworn her mother had been wearing it when she came out.
Melissa stood there in the pillory for a few long minutes, her horniness receding as the need to void her bowels became more pronounced. The ticking of the kitchen timer served as a reminder of how long she had been holding the load of soapy water. The plug in her ass felt huge, but not nearly as invasive as the mass of carrots had been, she thought that there were at least a few still inside her. She couldn’t believe how hard she had come from her brother doing that to her, it was only the second one she had ever had, it had felt so good and wrong at the same time. What did it say about her that she was the kind of girl that could get off by having her little brother stuff carrots into her ass on her front lawn? What was wrong with her? And then her mother, playing with her pussy like that! Her own virgin daughter’s pussy.
And just like that, thinking of her mother’s hands, touching just right, sliding, slipping, teasing, she felt her nipples stiffen again, and started to think of her mother’s slender but strong hands on them as well, skilled, precise, knowing exactly what to do. She wanted those hands all over her, she wanted…
BUZZZZZ-DING! Went the kitchen timer, interrupting her fantasy, and bringing her back to the reality of her punishment. She was naked, in the front yard of her house, bent over in a heavy wooden pillory, her ass and pussy facing the street, a public invitation to anyone passing by to do what they willed with her, her bowels full of water, a butt plug holding everything in, and she felt like she needed to take a crap like nobody’s business.
She heard an approaching car, she knew that there had been others, people heading to work and such, but she had been distracted with her brother and then her mother too much to worry about them. She heard the car slow down and come to a stop on the street behind her, her stomach wilted, here it comes, a stranger to rape me, to take my maidenhead, to ruin me for my husband, but then the car drove off down the street.
She felt so relieved, but there was also a sense of…what? Longing? Disappointment? Maybe it was better to go ahead and get it over with, but the idea of some stranger being her first hurt so bad. What if she got pregnant like Tanya had. She imagined herself waddling through school, her belly swollen and huge. She suddenly wished that she had paid more attention in health classes, and the whole cycles of fertility thing. She was trying to count the days backward to her last period when her mother came back out, she was sliding the long latex glove back onto her right hand.
“It looks like time’s up on that load.” She said like it was a load of laundry, “Alright scooch yourself forward, and let’s get the bucket under you.”
Her mother had her stop when she was about halfway down and began to work on the butt plug, it was in there really tight, and at her mother’s coaxing, Melissa forced herself to relax as her mother tugged. When it finally popped loose, her mother kept it tightly pressed in until her ass was as far down over the pail as it could go. Soon two inches of foul water and a couple more carrots were floating in the bottom of the pail. This made the trip to the azaleas as Melissa stood up again.
“We’ll just have to keep going until it comes out clean.” said her mother, “You’ll appreciate this in case anyone is particularly fond of going ass to mouth, which can be no picnic if you aren’t ready for it.”
What the hell?
Melissa’s questions were lost, as the refilled syringe intruded itself into her again, and Melissa could have sworn that her mother had jammed it even further up her ass this time. When she grunted with pain all she got from her mother was a quick “Don’t be a baby! This is nothing.”
Her bowels refilled, and butt plug snugly back in place, Melissa felt a damp dish towel begin a thorough cleaning of her ass and pussy, and then down her legs where used liquids had dripped. And then, the hands were back, her mother’s incredible, talented, gentle hands.
They. Were. Amazing.
Melissa realized that what she thought of as Marcus’s magic hands were the crude fumblings of a child next to her mother’s expert ministrations. She no longer had any questions as to where her mother learned her way around another woman’s vagina, she didn’t care, all she wanted was more. And she got it, she got it as her mother’s hands held her wide, and her tongue went in deep. The only thing that kept her knees from buckling was the thought that it would move her pussy away from her mother’s tongue. After exploring her pussy as far as it could reach, the tongue worked its way to her clit, and when her mother’s lips closed around it , and began to gently suck on the tiny nubbin Melissa came for the second time that morning.
But Melissa’s orgasm wasn’t a signal for her mother to stop, if anything, she redoubled her efforts, her mother’s tongue lashing her pussy, a warm arm reaching around her left thigh so the hand could reach her clit at the same time, and a finger of the other hand began to trace circles around the butt plug. Melissa could barely do the ‘rub your tummy and pat your head at the same time’ trick, this kind of multitasking was beyond her, all she knew was that rather than fade, another wave of her orgasm was building, and about to crash ashore. Inarticulate noises came from her mouth, unable to express her feelings in anything more advanced than primal grunts and moans.
She was building to another peak, her mother’s mouth, the fingers, the butt plug, the pressure of the enema, all working in concert to a crescendo, the wave was about to crash, and just as it did, like a master conductor, her mother took her swollen clitoris between her teeth and bit down sharply, interweaving sudden excruciating pain with the overwhelming pleasure, mixing the two together to the point that Melissa couldn’t tell where the pleasure stopped, and the pain began.
“HuuuuuNNNNHHHHHHHH uhn, uhn, uhn, uhnHHHHHAAAAAAAAA!” the gasping choking scream tore from her, releasing a knot of fear, and shame that had been twisting in her gut for the last twenty four hours.
As she was gasping for breath she heard the ‘DING!’ of the timer, and was able to finally pant out, “oh…god…Mo-Mistress…what did…you do to me?”
“Oh, you poor thing, what makes you think that was about you?” There was a sharp stinging slap of a gloved hand on her exposed ass, “let’s get this water changed, and see if you are starting to clear out. Time’s-a-wasting, and I can’t start the laundry until this is finished.”
As Melissa again emptied herself into the bucket, she was shocked at her mother’s lack of interest, lack of caring of the earth shattering orgasms that she had delivered to her own daughter. It made her feel like a thing, what had felt like sudden, explosive, sexual enlightenment was reduced to, to she didn’t know what, but it made her feel small and unimportant inside.
As the syringe went in, even (gasp!) deeper again this time, and the water flooded her, her mother said, “Well, Miss ‘This Is All About Me’, it seems that you have been out here all morning taking from people, and not giving anything back.” There was another stinging smack on her ass as the butt plug popped back into place. “What do you know,” she continued, “about giving pleasure to other people? I know you couldn’t have done too much for that boyfriend of yours, what with your cherry unpopped, and you squealing like a little piggy any time someone so much as touches your ass.” This was accompanied by several more sharp slaps on her ass, one of them grazing the butt plug.
“Do you let him kiss you, this boyfriend of yours?” Smack!
“Yes, Mistress!”
“With tongue?” Whack!
“Yes, Mistress!”
“Your tits, does he get to touch them too?” Smack!
“Yes Mistress!”
“Do you let him suck on them?” Smack! “Play with you nipples?” Thwack!
“Yes, Mistress! Yes!”
“Have you let him go down on you? Eat you out?” Whack! Smack!
“Y-Yes Mistress! Once Mistress!”
“And did you liiiiike it?” Whap!
“Yes, Mistress! A lot, Mistress!”
Melissa found the confessions both liberating and shameful at the same time, here she was, screaming her sexual history out at the top of her lungs to her mother, in her front yard for anyone, everyone to hear.
“And that,” her mother said, punctuating it with another flurry of blows to her now red and stinging ass, “was what he did for you! What did you do for him?”
“I sucked his dick, Mistress!”
“What?” Whack! Slap! Smack!
“I SUCKED HIS DICK!”
“And did he enjoy it?” Thwack!
“HE SAID I WAS AMAZING! THE BEST! THE ABSOLUTE BEST!!!”
The assault on her rear suddenly ceased, and in the silence Melissa could almost hear her screamed words echoing up and down the street, it felt like her face flushed as bright red as her ass must be.
“Well now,” said her mother, back again in a normal tone of voice, “we’ll see about that.”
She moved around in front of Melissa, her full skirts rustling, the empty pail in her hands. Her mother placed the upturned pail on the ground a little to the side, and placed one sensible shoed foot on it. And then, right in front of her daughter’s face, she raised her skirts, revealing her bare shaved pussy.
Mom goes commando? Was the first wayward thought that crossed Melissa’s mind, then: She’s PIERCED! And her mother was, a heavy golden ring pierced the hood of her clitoris horizontally with a small ball on the loop perched in the center, resting against her large exposed clit. It must rub it all day long!
“You may quite the little cocksucker, but let’s see if you can do anything with a cunt. Get in there!” And with that, Melissa’s mother shoved her pussy forward, and into her daughter’s face. “Let’s see if that tongue of yours is good for anything useful.”
The angle was bad, and hard on her neck, but with an instinct developed over a lifetime, she found herself obeying her mother’s commands. For the first time in her life, she tasted another woman. She could run her tongue around and over her mother’s piercing, the ring ticking and clacking against her teeth, she lifted it aside with her tongue and held it up with her upper lip so she could run her tongue under the hood and around her mother’s clit. Her tongue then worked it’s way down to the top of her mother’s pussy. Her mother had heavier labia than she did, and from this angle she couldn’t get her tongue in very far.
“That’s good, keep going…” her mother cooed as she tilted her hips forward to give her better access. Her mother’s pussy was getting wetter, but she didn’t know if it was from her saliva, or her own secretions. Her nose filled with her mother’s scent, her mouth with her taste, cleaner and more subtle than Marcus’s, she took her mother’s clit into her mouth and began to suck, even as her tongue played with the ring, pulling it, turning it.
“That’s good, Marcus wasn’t half wrong about you.” her mother praised as she pulled away. A long string of saliva curved from Melissa’s mouth to her mother’s pussy for a second, shining in the morning sun. It lasted for just an instant, as beautiful as a rainbow, before it broke and was gone.
“Let’s get you a better angle for this.” and her mother turned around, taking the pail with her. She bent over, hiking up the back of her skirts, and placing both of her hands on the pail, putting herself in nearly the same position as her daughter. With a sigh she pushed her ass and pussy back into her daughter’s face.
“Now you can get in deeper,” she called, “and don’t forget my asshole either, I for one keep myself nice and tidy back there.”
Melissa went back to work, like a starving woman at a king’s feast, she plunged her tongue into her mother’s cunt, as deep as she could, and although no one was doing anything to her, she felt her nipples begin to tighten, and moisture trickle from her own sopping pussy. Oh God, I’ getting off on being forced to eat my own mother’s pussy. Wait she called it her ‘cunt’, my Mom said ‘cunt!’ This struck her as funny, and she found herself suppressing a giggle as she moved up, and started to lick her mother’s puckered asshole. First with long up and down strokes, then with circles around the hole itself. She tasted nothing foul, just her mother’s flavor, and the tiniest bit of soap.
All this time, her mother kept up a steady stream of encouragement, suggestions, and pleased moans, that Melissa found herself following and responding to instinctively. Without hesitation, Melissa plunged her tongue into her mother asshole. It was tight, and resisting at first, but it immediately relaxed, allowing her to tongue it nearly as freely and deeply as her mother pussy. Melissa felt her own stinging ass clench around the heavy plug, in both sympathy and pleasure. It was the only external stimulation she was receiving back there, and she began to shift her weight and hips back and forth, trying to get more.
Melissa began alternating from asshole and pussy, plunging her tongue in as deep as it could go into each, back and forth, back and forth, until her jaw ached, and she thought she would get a cramp in her tongue, she backed off, starting to simply lick broad strokes up and down, she saw that her one of her mother’s hands had come back to join her, and was working her clitoris in tight fast circles. Melissa wished her hands were free, she wanted to explore her mother’s pussy, her mother’s cunt, to get to know it like her brother had hers, but most of all, she wanted her hands free, so she could see to her own growing need, she needed to frig herself senseless, and didn’t know if she had a large enough hairbrush, she thought that she may have to go with her curling iron.
Her mother began to shudder, and and let out a series of surprisingly low moans, and her slender but strong hand shot out, and grabbed Melissa’s chin, guiding her back to her pierced clit. Melissa began to suck on it, as her mother went back to bracing herself on the bucket with both hands. Melissa sucked on her mother’s clit, as her mother continued to moan and jerk, her head got pushed back in the hole of the pillory as her mother pushed back with her ass, mashing her in place. As her mother subsided, she pulled away, and eased herself down on the ground for a minute. They both were panting, gasping for air, Melissa in the pillory, her mother on the front lawn, on her side, her dress askew up to her waist, as exposed as her daughter.
“Well,” said her mother between heavy breaths, “Marcus may know what he’s talking about after all.”
The kitchen timer had gone off somewhere in the middle of all that, but neither had noticed. Her mother slowly got back to her feet, and smoothed out her skirts, brushing off red ceadar chips that clung to them. She took the bucket back around and had Melissa squat over it again.
“I think that’s about as clean as we’re getting you back there, but I think we’re still missing some carrots.” her mother said as she returned from the azaleas. There was the squirting sputtering noise again, and the butt plug returned, but this time, Melissa’s mother didn’t simply pop it into place, but instead, the began to work the thickest part in and out, over and over, stretching her abused sphincter to its limits. As one hand worked the bulbous butt plug back and forth, the other hand again began working it’s magic at her pussy, and soon Melissa’s squeaks of pain became something else as the pain of her abused ass mingled in the sexual pleasure she was receiving from the hand on her cunt. The steady rhytnm of the plug slowly increased, as did the circles being run around her throbbing clit. Suddenly the plug was pushed all the way inside, and she felt her abused muscles start to relax around it, but only for a second, when it was wrenched from her a final savage time. It came free with a slurping pop, and her mother tossed it to the ground before Melissa’s eyes. It was enormous! Slick black latex, frothy with her juices and whatever her mother was using for lube, shaped like a pear, but even bigger that the largest one she had ever seen, the base was reinforced with metal, and there was a D-ring set into it to give someone a good grip if needed.
Melissa twitching, violated asshole gaped wide, suddenly empty, after what felt like hours with one thing or another crammed in there. Melissa felt so vulnerable, more exposed than ever. Then her mother’s pussy slicked, gloved right hand moved up, and a wedge of all four fingers and thumb pushed their way into the pulsing, gaping opening of Melissa’s asshole. With a twist, a final stretching, and a shove, she felt her sphincter contracting around her mother’s wrist!
“GrrrAAAAAAAAHHHHHHnnnnnnnn!” forced itself past her lips. The most meaningful communication her brain could manage. The sensation, the violation was indescribable as she felt her mother’s hand moving inside her, slowly moving deeper.
“Oh GOD! Mistress, get it out, get it out, get it out!”
There was a painful twist of her clit as her mother said, “You don’t get an opinion here, Stranger!” Her hand, deep in her guts formed into a fist, and twisted inside her violently.
“Ye-huunngh, YES MISTRESS!”
The fist relaxed, and Melissa felt the probing, questing fingers moving, ever deeper inside her, it was maddening. Melissa could have sworn, her mother was in up to her shoulder. She was reminded of a video she had seen at school of a large animal vetenarian, shoulder deep inside the back of a horse. That’s what I must look like, some mare being serviced, that’s all I am to her, an animal chained out on the front lawn that has to be tended to before she does the laundry.
Seep in her recessed, she felt her mother’s fingers close into a fist again. “I knew there was another one up there.” and slowly, painfully, the closed fist withdrew until her mother’s wrist was held tight by Melissa’s clenching sphincter.
“Well,” said her mother over Melissa’s screams as she slowly pulled her clenched fist free of her daughter’s asshole, “you may not be ready to start being anally fisted as a vocation, but you really are taking your first time like a champ. I’ll have to show my daughter some exercises to keep herself fit down there, and we may have to see about some adult diapers for the next week depending on how today and tomorrow play out.”
With a final pull, the hand clutching the carrot was free, and it was immediately replaced by her mother’s tongue, running large circles around the stretched, painful opening. Melissa was at a loss for words, even her mother’s skilled tongue couldn’t soothe away the pain of the violation, both physical and emotional. Her mother finally stood up, and then she felt something blessedly cool and soothing being applied to her wrecked asshole, the sensation sent chill bumps up and down her body.
“That should help calm you down a bit back there, and the extra lubrication won’t go unappreciated. After this, folks should be able to plow your ass all day without too much difficulty. It’d take a Great Dane knotting inside you your ass before you scream as loud as you just did. You little drama queen.”
And with that, she packed everything up and headed inside without once looking back.

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Siblings, lovers. Part 1

Kyle cried out as he began to empty his balls into his sister’s womb. Erin, who normally stands 5-foot-4 with dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes, was on her back, pulling her brother’s perfect nine-inch cock deeper into her pussy.
“Oh Kyle, that’s it, cum in my pussy,” she moaned. “I need your sperm deep in me.”
She could feel every pulse of his cock filling her already dripping wet pussy with the warm semen she craved.
Eventually Kyle’s supply of cum ran out, but Erin could still feel his cock pulsing with each heartbeat. He kissed her and pulled their hot, sweating bodies closer together. He felt her beautiful C cup breasts push against him as she wrapped her athletic legs around his waist. She ran her fingers through his short, brown hair as he gently pulled at her earlobe with his teeth.
Erin pulled Kyle’s head up, so she could look into the intoxicating blue eyes they shared. She didn’t need to say anything.
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At 17, neither one had experienced more than a few awkward kisses in a dark of the movie theater or back seat with anyone else. But they were deeply, uncontrollably in love, and they both felt it.
As twins, they had always been close, even when they were supposed to be fighting with each other, as siblings often do. They watched out for each other all the way up through school. On more than one occasion, they found themselves in the principal’s office together, usually after an unsuspecting bully picked on one or the other. There were a few times when Erin came to Kyle’s rescue. Somehow they managed to avoid anything more than a stern look and a “get back to class” though.
Erin went out on a few dates once they started high school, but she kept inadvertently comparing the boys to her brother. She always came home sooner than she’d planned, only to sit up half the night talking to Kyle.
Eventually, Erin realized she was falling in love with him. He was completely oblivious, and it didn’t matter. She gave up on dating, content to spend her free time with Kyle.
Kyle stood six feet tall with brown hair. He didn’t have the body of a Greek god, but he was a solid 160 lbs. In his life, he had a grand total of two dates to his credit. The first, with a brunette named Samantha, seemed to drag on for hours. He uttered about five words the entire night, which was fine with her. She was in love with the sound of her own voice.
On his second attempt, he asked a redhead named Rachel if she’d go to the Homecoming dance with him. The night ended with his first kiss. She never returned his phone calls, and barely acknowledged him in class.
So when Erin stopped going on dates, he hardly noticed. There was no need for her to explain why they were spending weekends together. It was simply a fact of life.
Their first kiss happened on the worst night of both their lives. They were 16.
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It had been raining on and off for three days, and neither one wanted to leave the comfort of the basement. Their parents had tickets for Stravinsky’s Firebird Suite, their mother’s favorite, and so their father dutifully accompanied her despite the deluge.
Erin and Kyle spent the evening in the basement, watching horrible science fiction movies, and keeping their own running commentary. Erin nodded off on Kyle’s chest just before midnight, and soon they were both mostly asleep. It was a kind of half-sleep, where they still heard the things going on around them, but their minds simply incorporated the sounds into their hazy dreams.
Neither one was consciously aware of the doorbell at first, but after the first two rings Kyle realized the DVD ran out a while ago. He laid Erin’s head down on the side of the couch and headed up to the front door.
By now, the ringing had turned to knocking. The rain was still pouring down, and Kyle was surprised to see a sheriff’s deputy when he turned on the porch light. He opened the door and invited the man in, still a little groggy. He checked the hall clock, which read 2 a.m., but wasn’t quite awake enough to be concerned.
The deputy asked Kyle who his parents were, and then gestured to the kitchen, suggesting they sit down. Kyle furrowed his brow and pulled two chairs from the kitchen table.
By this time, Erin awoke and realized Kyle was no longer with her. She heard heavy footsteps and voices upstairs, and joined her brother as he was sitting down.
She stopped cold when she saw the cop in their kitchen. She looked at the clock on the microwave, then to the stranger, then to her brother. She was beginning to panic.
Kyle realized what was happening when he saw the look on Erin’s face.
“Is this your girlfriend?” the deputy asked.
“No,” Kyle said, grabbing a chair for her. “This is my sister, Erin.”
“Oh,” the deputy said, looking as his boots, which still had small pieces of mud clinging to them. “I’m very sorry to tell you that your parents were both killed tonight. Their car was caught in a flash flood, swept off an overpass. We couldn’t get to them until the flooding slowed down.”
Kyle reached for Erin’s hand. Nobody spoke.
The deputy went on, something about paperwork and identifying the remains in the morning, but all the twins heard was the slow, deafening sound of their own hearts. Kyle closed the door after the deputy, and returned to his sister in the kitchen. He stood at the entrance to the kitchen, leaning on the wall for support, and stared blankly at Erin. She walked over to her brother and laid her head on his chest. She put her arms around him, afraid to squeeze too hard, and he caressed her hair.
They stood in the kitchen like that until Erin pulled Kyle’s head down to her and kissed him. It wasn’t until he tasted the tears running down her face that realized he was kissing Erin, his sister. He paused for a moment. Although their lips met perfectly, she was his sister. You weren’t supposed to kiss your sister like that.
Then Kyle realized nobody could ever compare to her. In that moment, he fell in love. Soon they were both crying and clinging to each other, trying to understand what had happened to them in the last hour.
After some time, Erin took Kyle’s hand and led him to what used to be their parents’ bedroom. The entire house felt foreign to them. She simply removed her shirt and pants, then pulled off Kyle’s. As the sun rose, they laid down and fell asleep pulling each other closer, arms and legs intertwined.
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Again, the doorbell rang.
This time, Erin was the first to wake up. She carefully removed herself from Kyle’s warm body, pulled his white shirt over her black underwear, and buttoned it as she walked down the steps. She noticed a dark blue Ford in the driveway, and recognized the County Sheriff standing at her door, hat in his hands. The expression he wore was soft, not at all the stern lawman’s gaze she’d seen on campaign posters.
Erin’s heart sank when she remembered the visit eight hours earlier. She cracked the door and stuck her head around the corner, looking up at the man who stood nearly a foot taller than her, squinting in the bright sunlight.
“Hello Miss,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry, but we need you and your brother to come to the hospital for a few things.”
Erin nodded absently.
“I’ll just wait in the car. Take your time.” He turned and went back to his car.
She returned to her brother and woke him.
“Kyle, wake up,” she said softly. “Kyle, we have to …” she let the sentence trail off.
At first, he was a little confused at waking up in his parents’ bed. He hadn’t slept in that bed since he was eight, but then the whole night hit him again.
“Oh … yeah,” he murmured.
Neither one bothered to shower. Kyle threw on his black cargo pants, a grey work shirt and his favorite Pumas. Erin put on jeans, a plain black t-shirt and her worn-in flip flops. She pulled her hair into a pony tail, and they were out the door without another word.
###
They returned home five hours later, physically and emotionally exhausted, but at least the worst part was over.
Neither one was hungry, but Erin said she wanted to shower. She undid her jeans and pushed them down over her hips while closing the bathroom door. When she heard it latch, she realized she was alone for the first time. She began to panic.
Erin kicked the pants off her ankles, yanked the door open, and ran down the hall looking for Kyle. She crashed into him coming around a corner, and hugged him fiercely.
“Erin, what’s wrong?” he asked.
At first she didn’t say anything, but he gently pulled her head away from his chest to see her face. Her beautiful blue eyes were streaming tears.
“I was alone,” Erin sobbed. She didn’t care that she wasn’t wearing pants. She needed her other half.
“What do you mean?” he said. “I’ve been right here.” But Kyle knew exactly what she meant. He felt it too.
“Come on, I’ll come with you,” he said, and ushered his partially undressed sister to the bathroom.
At first, Kyle simply stood in the bathroom with her, but when she started to pull off her top, he took a step closer and helped her with it. He tried to remove her bra, but didn’t really know what to do. She put her hands on his, showing him how to release the clasp. His hands brushed her sides as the black bra fell to the floor. She’d never felt a caress quite like that.
She reached up and started working on Kyle’s shirt buttons. He was confused for a moment, but the look in her eyes said everything. Erin needed to be close to her brother. In fact, they both needed each other.
The water was warm, and they let it fall on them for several minutes without moving. Then Kyle took the soap and began to wash his sister’s right arm, moving up from her hand to her shoulder and neck. Moving to her left side, he worked down to her hand and back up to her shoulder. He hesitated at her collar bone.
“It’s OK,” Erin said, and for the first time in their lives, he touched her breasts. Kyle spent a long time holding and squeezing his sister’s beautiful tits. He pinched her quarter-sized nipples gently, which made her whole body tingle. Eventually, he moved down her flat tummy (she played JV soccer), and to her hips. He knelt down to continue with her legs, quite inadvertently putting her pussy six inches from his eyes. He studied it for a moment, then looked up at her.
Erin spread her legs slightly, for him to better see his first real-life vagina. She kept it shaved, and silently hoped he liked what he saw. Her hopes were rewarded when he softly kissed her about two inches above her clit. He slowly moved on to washing her legs, massaging her thigh muscles, then moving up her back.
Erin felt a little woozy when Kyle’s lips brushed her skin. She could feel the blood pulsing through her pussy. She felt her clit get subtly firmer and her pussy lips swell. She wanted Kyle. She wanted her brother.
If she’d been paying attention, Erin would’ve noticed her brother’s cock getting harder, but her mind was swimming in the unfamiliar sensations running through her own body.
Kyle pulled the hand-held shower head down, and rinsed off the soap. The water ran down Erin’s body, occasionally dancing over her clit, making her head spin. He let the water stray toward her pussy for a few moments, spraying her clit directly. Erin swallowed hard and felt short of breath.
After he returned the shower head to the wall, Erin took the soap and washed her brother, massaging him, working her way down his body.
Erin first noticed her brother’s cock when it brushed her leg, fully hard and nine inches by now. She smiled knowing she did that. She took her it in her hands and stroked it tentatively, a little awkwardly. Kyle closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his sister’s hands running up and down his shaft. She gently squeezed his balls, imagining the cum building up inside, waiting to be released. She slowly moved down to wash his legs, returning to his cock occasionally to make sure it didn’t soften.
By the time she had rinsed him clean, Kyle’s cock was throbbing, bouncing slightly with every beat of his heart. Erin pulled him closer and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Her free hand ran down to his cock, while he squeezed her breasts and nipples.
Erin broke the kiss and turned around so her back was to him, hand still stroking his cock. She slowly ran the head of her brother’s penis along the outside of her sex, which was dripping wet from the inside. Slowly, she pushed down onto his cock, until the head was just inside. It was the most incredible thing she’d ever felt.
Kyle, for his part, let his sister take the lead. He knew enough to know that his wasn’t exactly average, and the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt Erin.
Slowly, Erin sank her brother’s cock into her pussy until it reached her virginity. She pushed against it, but was too scared to do it herself.
“What’s wrong?” Kyle asked.
“N-nothing. It’s just–you’re going to have to do this,” Erin stuttered.
She looked over her shoulder at him, blushing a little. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
“Just do it quickly,” she added.
He pushed deeper into her. She inhaled sharply, through clenched teeth, when it happened, but it hurt less than she expected. As the pain subsided, she savored the feeling of having her pussy filled with her own brother’s cock.
Kyle began to fuck his sister in short, slow strokes.
“Oh, Kyle,” she moaned. “That feels so incredible. You’re so perfect.”
Kyle moaned incoherently in reply. Then he reached to her breasts, pulling her up to him, hugging her from behind. Erin gasped as his cock pushed against her tummy from the inside. Then she began to rock her hips, feeling every inch of his throbbing hard cock pushing against the front of her sex.
Kyle reached down to massage her clit. Erin didn’t realize how close she was to cumming, but within seconds her body was shaking and her pussy was squeezing her brother’s cock even tighter.
“Erin, I’m going to cum,” Kyle groaned.
Erin couldn’t find her voice. She simply kissed him and continued fucking his cock until she felt him start to cum. Kyle pushed into his sister as deep as he could, and his streams of cum shot into her pussy.
“Kyle, don’t stop,” Erin purred. “Fill my pussy, I need your cum in me. Ohhh, it feels so good.”
Kyle was still rubbing her clit, and Erin was still cumming, her pussy squeezing every last drop of cum from her brother’s throbbing cock.
They were both light-headed, and leaned on the wall to avoid collapsing. Kyle’s cock softened a bit, and it slipped out of his sister’s vagina. Some of his cum, mixed with fluid from her pussy, dripped out, and washed away in the water.
“Kyle,” Erin panted as she turned to face him.
“Erin, I love you,” he blurted out before she could finish.
She pulled his body close to hers.
“I know,” she said. “I love you … I have for a while.”
The water spraying from the shower disguised the tears falling from her beautiful blue eyes.
“I love you,” Erin repeated. “I will always love you.”
###
Kyle and Erin realized they hadn’t eaten since the night before. They were both too tired to cook, so they ordered Chinese. They ate quietly at the kitchen table, trying to figure out what to say.
“Kyle, what do we do now?” Erin asked.
Kyle looked at her quizzically. He wasn’t sure which thing she was talking about.
“About,” Erin hesitated, gazing down at the table. “About mom and dad.”
“Oh,” Kyle sighed, thinking he’d almost rather talk about what had just happened between them. “Well, they said Social Services would be checking on us in the next few days. I don’t think they’re going to make us move though, we’d be 18 by the time they managed to do anything. You know how slow the government is.”
“Do you think they’ll let us stay here?” Erin asked.
Kyle shrugged. “It’s worth a try. Mom and dad paid off the house last year, and between insurance and the bank accounts we should be fine for now.”
The conversation died off, and they contemplated their chop sticks for several minutes.
“Kyle,” Erin blurted out. “Earlier, when you said–when you said you loved me.”
Kyle ran his fingers along the side of his sister’s face.
“I love you Erin,” he said.
“Are you sure?” He’d never seen her so vulnerable, and she’d never felt so helpless. Kyle nodded and kissed his sister tenderly.
They were finished eating, and went over to the couch in the living room. They were kissing and clinging to each other like flotsam after a shipwreck. They started removing each other’s clothes slowly, one item at a time, until they were both completely naked.
Erin had been massaging her brother’s cock since his pants came off, and started to kiss her way down his chest. She kissed the tip of his penis, tasting the drop of precum, then ran her tongue the length of his shaft.
Kyle had never felt a girl’s mouth on his cock before, and the sensations his sister gave him were incredible. He ran his fingers through her soft blonde hair as she took the head of his dick into her mouth.
“Erin,” he groaned. “Oh, that feels incredible.”
Erin looked up at him, smiling with her eyes. She tried to take as much as she could, but didn’t want to choke. Kyle didn’t mind, he was loving his first blow job. When he thought about it, the fact that it was his twin sister turned him on even more.
Erin released his cock from her mouth for a moment, stroking it with her hand. Kyle nudged his sister back on the couch, kissing from her right knee up the inside of her toned leg to her pussy. He wasn’t entirely sure what to do, but figured he’d start with her clit. She seemed to like what he did in the shower.
He flicked his tongue lightly along her lips and up to her clit, barely brushing it. He felt her muscles tense up. Erin ran her fingers through his hair, pushing him farther between her legs. He licked her clit with more force this time, and continued, building up a slow, steady rhythm. She was breathing heavily, letting out soft moans and sighs.
Then Kyle ran his index finger along her dripping wet lips, sliding it into her pussy up to the second knuckle. He gently worked one, then two fingers all the way into his sister.
Erin’s breathing was more ragged, and her moans got louder. She pulled gently at his head, bringing his face back up to hers. She spread her legs wider and took his cock in her hand, sliding it along the entrance to her pussy, until he was slick with her juices.
“Erin, should we,” Kyle stammered. “I mean–uh, a condom? Maybe?”
Erin smiled up at her brother and pushed the head of his cock into her well-lubricated pussy.
“Don’t worry,” she said, staring straight into his eyes, which began to close involuntarily. “I’ve been on the pill for a year.”
Kyle was too lost in the feeling of penetrating her to form a coherent response. Instead, he slowly pushed deeper.
Erin felt every inch of her brother’s dick sliding deeper into her body. When he was completely buried inside her, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him as close as she could.
“I love you Kyle,” she whispered. “I’ll never leave you.”
Kyle kissed her deeply, and started to grind against her, his body rubbing against her clit. Erin gasped, and pressed her fingers into his back. After a few strokes, Kyle pulled away, far enough to take one of her nipples into his mouth. While he was sucking on Erin’s breast, he started sliding his cock in and out of his sister’s dripping wet pussy.
Erin had never felt so good in her life. She’d masturbated before, even experimented with putting things in her pussy, but it never felt like this. Every time he pulled back, she was aching to feel her brother’s beautiful cock stretching her pussy. She ran her fingers down between his legs, gently squeezing his balls. She could tell he was getting close.
She wasn’t ready for him to cum yet, so she sat up, shifting her weight onto him. She pulled him close and they rocked back and forth on the couch, exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues.
Now they were both close to cumming. Erin pulled away from her brother, taking his face in her hands.
“Kyle,” Erin purred, laying back and putting her legs on his shoulders. “Give it to me hard.”
Kyle started to fuck his sister hard and slow, watching her gorgeous breasts bounce with each stroke, building up speed until their bodies were slamming together. Erin came first, she was screaming, and pulling him into her harder. Kyle pushed deep into his sister’s pussy and started to fill her with cum. He’d never felt it shoot out quite so hard. Kyle kept grinding against her, trying push deeper, and to make both their orgasms last longer.
Erin’s mind was lost in the feeling of her brother’s cum shooting into her. She felt every throb and pulse as Kyle emptied his balls deep inside of her. She felt her pussy eagerly sucking up every spurt, her body needed it.
After what seemed like hours, Kyle’s orgasm subsided, though his cock still throbbed and twitched with his heartbeat. He collapsed on top of his sister, now his lover. She stroked his head and whispered to him until his softened cock fell out of her. She could still feel his warm cum inside her, she savored the sensation.

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Family Affairs (Teri & Emily) (Ch.5)

This is a work of total fiction. The story and any characters within it belong to Vyper269. If you like it let me know and I’ll write more. If you don’t, I don’t really care. If you want to read, share, and comment on it, Cool! But it is mine. If you want to do anything with the characters, please write me with your ideas and ask, the worst that happens is I say no. My sincerest and deepest thanks to all of you out there who’ve read my stuff, given me wonderful feedback, encouragement and have waited patiently for me to continue this story. There are more parts to come, but I’m going back to work soon, so it may be a little while. Thanks again, and enjoy! 2/6/2013.
Teri & Emily
I woke up in my own bed, nestled in behind a beautiful redhead. She was warm and soft, and not Aunt Crissy. At some point, Rachel had traded places with Crissy, and Sarah had curled up behind me with her arms wrapping me in a warm secure hug. Rachel rolled over into me and looked deeply into my eyes and kissed me. Her tongue slid into my mouth seeking a partner to dance with.
“Afternoon sleepyhead.” She whispered to me to try and let Sara sleep.
“Afternoon? Feels like I’ve been asleep forever.” I whispered back.
“A couple of hours, we came in to check on you two, and found Crissy laying here with a giant shit-eating grin on her face and tears streaming down her cheeks.”
“Is she alright?” I was a little concerned about both Crissy and Sarah. We had been delving into some seriously emotional shit over the last couple of days.
“She’s fine, she apologized to both of us again, and then said that it dawned on her when she woke up wrapped warmly in your arms how comfortable and safe she was feeling. That she, like the rest of us, can move forward with her life, with us and with Niki. They really do love each other don’t they?”
“Yes they do, at least Niki told me about how she felt. I was hoping that Crissy felt that way too. Niki told me how much she loves Crissy, and that she wants to build a life with her. Niki also gave me hope for Crissy, because Niki said that when they’re together Crissy isn’t anything like she has been with us in the past, that she’s loving and caring and considerate.”
“Our Crissy? Christina…my sister Christina?”
“I know, it floored me too, but it seems she’s right. I mean in the last 24 hours since you told the girls about your folks and about Teri, she’s been great. My optimism guarded, but it’s optimism just the same.”
I felt Sarah pull me into her hug a little tighter, “You two really suck at talking quietly you know that? Either shut up or speak up so I can hear the words instead of just ‘pspspspsp’, will you?”
Rachel and I smiled at each other and I rolled over onto my back so I could put my arm under Sarah and pull her in close as Rachel came up and rested her chin on my chest.
“Sorry baby sister, we really were trying to let you rest a little more.”
“It’s okay I need to get cleaned up anyway so I can go to my meeting with Deirdre.”
“Your first official meeting with the lawyer, hunh?” I asked.
“I guess so, but she was really sort of evasive on the phone when I asked her what was up.”
“She may just want to talk to you face to face. Her dad was always that way whenever he dealt with us in the past.” Rachel offered.
“Would you like a ride to the office? I have to talk to Dee Dee about a few things as well.”
“That would be cool, and if you’re willing, I’d appreciate you sitting in with me. I think I could use some moral support.”
“Sure, anything you need, you know that.”
“Would you like me to go too?” Rachel asked.
“Thanks Rach, but you spend some alone time with Crissy. With Davey there I should be alright.”
“Okay sweetie if you’re sure. Davey are you willing to drop Sarah at the day spa afterward? I promised the girls I’d treat them to a massage today.” Rachel asked me as she traced a finger along my chest and looked at me with her best ‘pretty please’ look in her eye.
“No problem, as soon as we’re done, I’ll run her by. But for now, Sarah and I better get cleaned up, so we can go.” I squeezed both women into me a little harder and let them go.
We got up and Rachel headed off to find Crissy and Sarah and I headed for my shower. I had intended to just get cleaned up, but as soon as I stepped into the shower, Sarah wrapped her arms around me and planted her lips on mine and drove her tongue down my throat.
“Wow, what brought that on?” I asked when she finally pulled away from me.
“I just don’t want you to forget what I taste like.” She said as she drew her middle finger across her bottom lip and looked at me through the tops of her eyes. Her beautiful face, looking up at me with those gorgeous green, come fuck me eyes burning into me, how was I supposed to pass that up?
“That’s never ever going to happen, Sarah no way, no how. Too much has happened, and you, well we, are never going back to the way it was, not you, not me and Rachel, not any of us. You’re a part of us and the only way you get out of being with us is if you decide that this isn’t what you want. We weren’t bullshitting you when we said that we both wanted this. We love you and want you here.”
She leaned up to kiss me again, so I pulled her into me and started kissing her neck and sucking on her earlobes. She let out a sigh of relief and held my head against her as I worked kisses up and down her neck. I licked from her collar bone up the long muscle of her neck to her earlobe again. She sucked her breath in and started running her hands up and down my body, she stopped when she reached my growing erection.
She gave my cock a couple of strokes, then I reached down and pulled her hand away. She looked at me with disappointment in her eyes, but it faded quickly as I knelt down in front of her and ran my tongue from the back of her pussy to the front then sucked her clit into my mouth and tickled it with the tip of my tongue.
“Oh God, Davey, that feels so…ungh…good!”
I moved my tongue back down and pushed it into her pussy as far as I could and rubbed my nose on her clit. Sarah put her hands on my head and pulled me back to look into my eyes. She didn’t say anything as she pushed herself against the wall and hoisted one of her legs over my shoulder.
I went back to licking her pussy and her clit from back to front with my tongue pressed wide and flat. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she pulled my head harder into her pussy. I licked her a couple more times, then pulled back and looked up at her.
“I love the taste of your pussy, Sarah. Both sweet and a little bit spicy. Mmmm.”
She just smiled and pushed herself back against the wall again and put her other leg over my other shoulder. I now had Sarah’s pussy on my mouth and had to keep eating to make sure she didn’t slide down the wall. I reached up and grabbed one of her ass cheeks in each hand and pulled her hips closer to me.
“Oh fuck…that’s…so…good…yeah Davey…right there…right…UNGH!!!”
Sarah’s hips bucked back and forth fucking my face with her pussy as she covered my mouth and chin with her cum.
“Christ that was wonderful!” She said after her orgasm passed.
“Delicious too.” I told her looking up at her and licking as much of her cum off my face as my tongue would reach. She let her legs slide off of my shoulders one at a time and stood in front of me as I stood up collecting the remaining Sarah cum from chin with my fingers and licked them clean.
“Your turn,” she said to me, “how do you want me?”
I just smiled and moved in close to her and pinned her against the wall with my body. I kissed her long and hard and slid my tongue into her mouth to pay back that wonder tonsil cleaning that she had given me just a few minutes ago. I broke the kiss and looked down at Sarah, she was just standing there with her mouth open and her eyes closed. I picked her up under her arms and then slid her down the wall and onto my waiting erect cock.
Sarah opened her eyes and looked at me with a huge smile on her face as she wiggled her hips around and get my cock lined up with her pussy. Working together like that I slid into her still soaking pussy easily and comfortably.
“Mmmm…” was all she said as she settled all the way down onto my member.
I pressed her hard against the wall then reached down and picked her legs up one at a time and hooked her knees over my elbows. I started a slow easy stroke, moving her up and down on the tiled wall as she put her hands around the back of my neck and looked down to watch my cock slide in and out of her.
“Sarah, do you like watching my hard cock sliding in and out of your pussy?”
“Oh…my God…yes…just…so hot!”
I pulled her knees up a little higher so I could reach her nipples to pinch them and roll them just a little between my fingers.
“Ungh…that feels so…fucking good! I’m close, so close…”
“Tell me Sarah, tell me how you like the way your nephew’s hard cock sliding in and out of you makes you cum every time you fuck him!”
“Oh…fuck! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! I’m cumming…NOW!”
She wrapped her legs tight around me and pulled hard on my neck as her orgasm came slamming down on her. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out, as I felt her pussy spasm and tighten around my shaft. I kept pumping in and out of her and as she rode her orgasm toward its end, when it was over and Sarah looked at me again, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and aimed it at her ass.
“Oh fuck yes,” Sarah reached down and guided my cock into her sweet asshole. I slid into her easily and pushed slowly until my cock was buried in her ass to the hilt.
“Ungh…I’ve really wanted your cock in my ass again, Davey. I never knew it could feel so good sliding in and out of my tight asshole. Fuck my ass Davey, fuck me like the anal slut I am!”
With her encouragement, I started sliding my cock into her harder, pulling almost all the way out of her, then all the way in to the base of my shaft. Sarah reached down and started rubbing her clit and sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy.
“Ohmygod! Don’t stop, Davey, I’m gonna cum again! Oh God!! NOW!!”
“I’m cumming too, Sarah.”
“Cum in me Davey, please, please cum in your Aunt Sarah’s tight hot ass!”
“Oh…Christ…Ungh…” I felt my balls tighten, and I shot my load up inside her just as she begged me to cum inside her. I shot everything that I had all the while feeling her clench her ass so it gripped and milked my cock.
I stood there with Sarah up against the wall with my fading erection still inside her and our mixed fluids running out of her ass and down my cock.
“Oh fuck Davey, thank you. I really needed that.” Sarah said out of breath and spent.
“It was my pleasure, believe me. I mean after all it’s been at least 2 hours since I last had sex.” I leaned forward and nestled my face against her neck kissing her and sucking her earlobe into my mouth to nibble on it just a little.
“Mmmm…yeah, but I’ve been worried about seeing Deirdre. This is a big move for me, I’m a little scared.”
I let her legs down one at a time as my now flaccid penis slid out of her. I think we were both sorry to stop, but we did need to get moving. We moved into the shower as we continued our conversation. I started the water and Sarah stepped in as I lathered up my hands and started working the soap all over her body.
“Is that why you want me there?”
“Yes. I think I could do just about anything with you backing me up.”
“I’ll be there for you Sarah, anytime, anyplace.”
I moved my soapy hands down her arms and to the small of her back then around the front and back up to her breasts. I massaged them and pushed them up and soaped under them. Then grabbed both of them and pulled her up and back into me.
“Ungh…David you need to stop trying to wind me up again, or we’re going to be late.”
“Fine.” I let go of her and ran my hands down to her ass cheeks and in between her legs. She reached down and grabbed my hands and stepped away from me.
“Damn it Davey! Stop that!”
“See Sarah,” I said as I let her move back into the shower, “you’re strong enough to do anything you need to.”
“You’re sneaky. Thank you, but you’re still going with me.”
“I wasn’t trying to get out of going with you, I just want you to have a little more confidence in yourself.”
She leaned up and kissed me then pulled back and touched my face, then moved in and kissed me again. Then she grabbed the soap and turned around and lathered up her own hands.
We finished getting cleaned up satisfying ourselves with a game of slap-and-tickle, and then went in to get dressed. Rachel had brought back clothes and laid them out for Sarah. A nice lightweight summer dress, a low cut bra, garter belt, nylons, a thong and a pair of 4” ‘come fuck me’ pumps.
“Wow, that’s a hot outfit.” I said as I picked up the thong and held it out to her.
“Is she kidding? I’m supposed to where this? This isn’t me.”
“How do you know? Have you ever worn any of this? You’re beautiful, Sarah, and you have a smokin’ hot body, put the stuff on and show the whole damned world what you’ve got.”
“Did you say ‘smokin’?” She asked after she realized what I’d said.
“Hell yes I did.”
She looked at me with some skepticism, but I just held her gaze with the thong dangling from my finger between us. She rolled her eyes and took the panties from me and started getting dressed.
As soon as I was dressed I sat back on the bed watching her as she finished getting dressed. It was a great show. She was fit, with an ass that just cried to be fucked. I think she deliberately took a little longer just to show off for me. Super hot!
We managed to get to Deirdre’s office just in time for Sarah’s appointment. Deirdre was standing at her assistant’s desk going over some things as we walked up. They both looked up and smiled warmly as we came up to them.
“Sarah, thank you for coming in on such short notice, we’ve run into a bit of a snag, and I need to bring you up to speed.” Deirdre said as she reached out and shook Sarah’s hand.
“Let me guess. Paul is contesting the divorce.” Sarah sounded pissed, this was good. She needed to get to angry to get this done, and then she could work on indifference toward Uncle Douche and get on with living her life.
“Well, he hasn’t actually had a chance to see the papers yet, let’s talk in my office.” She motioned with one hand and let Sarah lead the way into her office.
“I could use a little of your time if you have it after Sarah’s meeting.” I said to Deirdre as a side note.
“I have a meeting immediately after Sarah’s, but it shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours if you could come back then, Olivia would you give my last appointment to Mr. McLaren please.”
“Certainly.”
“Shall we?” Deirdre motioned for me to go in and join Sarah.
Sarah was already sitting in one of the guest chairs in front of Dee Dee’s desk when we came into the office. She was tucking something into her purse as we came up to take our respective chairs.
“So what’s Paul’s issue?” Sarah asked as soon as we were seated. She was making the first move in this meeting, and I was going to do my level best to let her run with her new found inner strength, or inner bitch, whichever she thought would work best.
“The problem is that he hasn’t actually seen the papers yet. We drew them up yesterday, but I need you to sign them before he does. Anyway, I had my investigator watching him to make sure he didn’t disappear on us, but he couldn’t stay long after the DEA showed up and arrested Paul.”
“The DEA?! Drug Enforcement, what were they doing at my house?”
“Some sort of investigation that they were extremely evasive about. Can you think of any reason for them to be interested in your husband?”
“No, I have no idea at all.”
Deidre looked at Sarah and let silence fall in the office. I did everything in my power to stay out of it. I knew what Dee Dee was doing, I’d done it myself on several interrogations, drop the bomb and watch the other person’s reaction as closely as you can and decide to your own satisfaction if they’re telling you the truth or not.
Sarah did great. She’d told Dee Dee the truth that she didn’t know anything, and then held her gaze without flinching. Huge strides for Sarah since she usually broke eye contact and deferred to the stronger will in the room.
“Excellent.” Deirdre proclaimed after what seemed like an hour of these two just staring at each other. “Then we can move forward.”
“You needed me here to tell me that?”
“No Sarah, I needed you here to assess whether I could continue to represent you. I talked to the lead agent in charge of Paul’s case, and she told me that Paul gave you up as an accomplice in his drug business. She wouldn’t tell me what drugs or what quantity they were dealing with, but I had to see for myself if you were a part of it, and the only way for me to do that was to see you face to face. I believe you, so now we can move forward.”
“Can I ask a question?” I interrupted.
“Please.”
“What exactly did this DEA agent tell you about Sarah’s supposed roll in all of this?”
“That she was his courier. That she delivered the drugs for Paul and collected the money.”
“That Son-of-a-Bitch! He treats me like shit for the last 5 years and then tries to drag me down with him
when he get caught doing something stupid and illegal?!”
“There’s no way in hell that they can prove any of this…” Deirdre paused after starting to say this, as a stray thought caught her attention.
“Unless A: Sarah really is a courier, which we know is crap, or B: Paul planted evidence to incriminate her.” I finished where I thought she was going. My paranoia was flowing freely and soaking my gray matter with its poison.
“Exactly!”
Sarah was silent and just staring out the window. Her eyes were wet with tears, but she wouldn’t let them fall through the look of pure unadulterated hatred on her face.
“Did you get the name and ID information of the agent in charge?” I asked, I’d had enough of this shit, what good are friends if you can’t lean on them when you need some support.
“I did, but I don’t know what good it’s going to do, I don’t know anyone at DEA.” She said as she handed me a sticky-note with the information on it.
“I do. Can I use your phone?” I stood up.
“By all means, please.” Deirdre spun the phone towards me so I could make my call. I punched in the numbers and hit ‘speaker’ so we could all hear.
“Should I be recording this?” Dee Dee asked.
“Absolutely not. It’s bad enough I’ve got it on speaker. Now, both of you, when they answer you have to be quiet as church mice, yes?”
Both women nodded just as the line was picked up.
“Deputy Director Johnson’s office.”
“Tonya, it’s David McLaren, how are you?”
“I’m doing very well David, haven’t heard from you in an age, I heard about your dad, I’m really sorry. How are you and your mom holding up?”
“We’re doing very well, Tonya thank you. Rachel’s sisters have come in for support, and we’re all getting to be a lot closer to one another.”
I swear I could hear a grin spread across Sarah’s face.
“It’s good to have family you can rely on when it gets tough. I’m glad you’re getting by alright.”
“Thanks Tonya. Listen, I called to talk to Diane about a personal matter, is she in by chance?”
“She is and she’s free, I know for a fact that she’d love to talk to you, hold on I’ll connect you.”
“Thanks Tonya.”
“David! It’s so good to hear from you. We haven’t talked since the funeral, how’re you doing?”
“I’m well Diane, how are you and yours?”
“We’re all doing really well. Looking forward to seeing you and Rachel for dinner once you both feel up for company. The boys would love to see you, and that offer that Jim made at the funeral still stands, if you need to get away, let us know and you can have the ski cabin whenever you want it.”
“Thank you Diane, that’s really wonderful of you to offer, and thank Jim for us both would you? We’re both actually coping very well and the last few days it’s been a lot better around the house.”
“Excellent David, that’s really good to hear. Now, you probably didn’t call just to catch up did you? What’s up?”
“One of your agents arrested my Aunt Sarah’s soon to be ex-husband, and he’s decided to implicate her in his guilt.”
“That’s pretty nasty isn’t it? What’s he getting in exchange for implicating his wife?”
“I don’t know, in fact the lawyers didn’t even get a chance to ask. Their investigator was bird-dogging Sarah’s husband and watched the whole thing go down, and your agent is playing it pretty close to the vest.”
“I see, well, I’m not sure I can do anything about the arrest David, if the evidence was there to get him busted…”
“It isn’t that Diane, I wouldn’t ask you for something like that. If you busted the guy on solid evidence, and you can make it stick, put him in the deepest darkest hole you can find, bury him and forget where you put him.
No this is about him making accusations about my Aunt. He claims that she knew all about his operation and that she’s been acting as his courier to deliver the meth.”
“I see. Do you have the agent’s name?”
“I do,” I read her the information that Dee Dee had given to me.
“David, you’re telling me that you will personally vouch for your Aunt, with no hesitation and no reservations.”
“Absolutely Diane, she isn’t anymore guilty of this than you are. You have my word.”
“That’s good enough for me, hold on a minute.”
She put me on hold, so I muted the phone while we waited.
“What happens now?” asked Sarah.
“Now we wait.” Dee Dee said. She looked up at me like I was some sort of space alien. I started to ask her why, when Diane came back on the line.
“David?”
I punched the mute button. “Right here Diane.”
“I just talked to the agent in charge, she is pretty aware that your Aunt has nothing to do with Mr. Reilly’s drug business. She has a theory that innocent people don’t run. Since your Aunt dug in and was willing to fight, she’s satisfied. She would like Reilly’s car though. She thinks that he loaded up the car that Sarah has before she left for your house. Even if there are only traces of the drugs in the car, it’ll help the case. Can we seize the car?”
“Do you need to have a warrant, or just Sarah’s permission?” I looked at Sarah, and she was already digging her keys out of her purse.
“Since the car is actually registered to Paul, we just needed to find it and take possession we can seize it under the arrest warrant.”
“Have your Agent meet me at the house in about an hour, and I’ll give her the keys. Nobody’s been in the car since Sarah got to the house, so I’ll hand her the keys and make her job that much easier.”
“That would be great, David. I’m sorry that this came down on you right now, but I appreciate the chance to help, and I’m glad it was you and not someone that would’ve been in the way.”
“Thanks Diane, I owe you big.”
“No you don’t. I’m just going take it off the tab of all the ones that I owe you. Be safe and I’ll talk to you later. Oh, would you like the divorce papers signed? If you get them to the agent in charge, I’ll make sure she gets them signed and back to your aunt’s attorney.”
“I don’t want to know how you’re going to ‘make sure’, but I really don’t need to either. Just make sure that it’ll all hold up in once the judge gets them, okay?”
Diane laughed. “I promise no traceable blood stains.”
“Thanks again Diane. I’ll let Rachel know that you’ve re-extended the invite to dinner and we’ll get hold of you to try and set up a time, deal?”
“That’s a deal. I’ll talk to you guys soon, David. Take care.”
“’Bye Diane.” I hung up the phone and looked at Sarah and Deirdre. They were both staring at me like just come down from outer space now.
“What?” I looked at Dee Dee.
“Oh, I don’t know! You just called a Deputy Director of the DEA and not only did you dial her number from memory, you got through her secretary, whom you also know, and talked to her. She offers to let you to use her vacation home, invites you and your mother to dinner, and she offers to get the divorce papers signed. Then…and this has got to be the best part, then she handles it personally. That was un-fucking-believable.”
“I just asked a favor from a friend. I worked with Diane a few years ago on a case that, from my perspective was nothing huge, but it helped her career, so she said she’d be willing to do me a solid in return if it was within her power.”
Sarah jumped up and hugged me as tightly as she could.
“Thank you David, but what if you need her in the future?”
“It doesn’t matter, you needed the help now.”
“I don’t know how to thank you.”
“You just make sure you sign those papers. Get rid of this prick once and for all.”
“I can help there,” Deirdre interjected. “Olivia has the paper work, if you sign them now, once Paul’s signature is on them they can be filed and you can get on with your life.”
“Thank you, Dee Dee.” Sarah reached out and shook her hand. They each seemed reluctant to let go of the other.
We started to move toward the door when Deirdre called me back.
“David, can I have just a minute before you leave?”
“Sure, I’ll meet you out at Olivia’s desk Sarah.”
Sarah just leaned up and kissed me on the cheek then turned and left. I turned back and nearly collided with Deirdre.
“What’s up?” I asked as I grabbed her to keep from knocking her over.
“How did you know?” she asked in a quiet voice after Sarah had closed the door.
“Know what?”
“I couldn’t find out what Paul was dealing from the agent in charge of the case, but you knew when you talked to the Deputy Director. How did you know?”
“If I tell you, will it have any effect on Sarah’s divorce?”
“Not that I can see, no.”
“Okay then, there are a couple of things, first off he has no real property to grow on, he can’t be moving pot, and he’s too broke to buy something like heroin or cocaine, so no reselling going on, that just leaves making stuff on his own and the easiest thing for this dumb-ass to make is meth. The last thing is this: Who do you think dropped the dime on the fucker to get the DEA involved. And yes, I am invoking attorney/client privilege.”
“Sarah’s very important to you isn’t she?” She was staring at the door where Sarah had gone out a few minutes before. Something in her eyes told me to be very careful with my answer.
“She is important to me, she’s my mom’s little sister and Rachel loves her dearly, and yes, so do I. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect her or any of them for that matter.”
She looked up at me with tears at the corners of her eyes.
“What the matter Dee Dee?” I took her hand and led her to one of the chairs. She hesitated just a little before answering.
“I can’t tell you, it’s not professional.”
“Deirdre we grew up knowing each other, remember? We already know more personal things about each other than most lawyers and clients do. I mean seriously, who kept your secret when I caught you in the throes of an orgasm using the water inlets to masturbate in your parent’s hot tub?”
She looked at me and laughed at the memory.
“I’d nearly forgotten about that. I was so worried that you would tell my mom, she was always so uptight about that sort of thing. ‘Sex isn’t for fun, Dee Dee’ she’d say, ‘sex is for babies.’”
“Well, I’ll tell you right now she was full of shit about that.”
“Oh believe me, I know. It’s just that…” She looked up at me and finished. “I’m dangerously attracted to Sarah and I haven’t thought of anything but having her in my bed since I met her.”
I must have just stared at her for what seemed to be a long time. I finally broke the stare when it looked like she was getting worried that she’d stepped over the line.
“Sorry, you just surprised me. I wasn’t expecting that. So what does that have to do with this?” I reached up and wiped a small tear from her face.
“Doesn’t it shock you that I just told you I want to have sex with your aunt?”
“Should it? I mean who you’re attracted to, who you love, who you lust after and how you live your life are up to you, not me, not your mom, just you. Shit Dee Dee too many people in this world are still trying to figure out what they want to be if they grow up, much less who they are or who they want to be with, I’d say that you’re miles ahead of most of the people in the world. I’m curious though, when did you realize that this was who you were?”
“I was a junior in high school when it hit me one day that I was head over heels in love with my best friend. We had always fooled around a lot, we would each watch the other touch themselves and we’d occasionally get to orgasm in front of each other, but the day it really came home to me was the day that she kissed me after she’d licked her fingers clean of her own cum. It hit me like a bolt of lightning that ran from the base of my skull to my crotch, and I came right then and there. Jesus…I can’t believe I just told you that, you’re a client for crying out loud.”
“Just tell me what’s going on now. What’s all this got to do with Sarah?”
She took a few seconds to compose herself then looked me in the eye and told me.
“I’ve been with several women over the past few years, at college and since graduation, but no one has made me feel the same way that Beth did in my bedroom that first time. Then I met your Aunt Sarah. I saw her the first time and I felt that lightning run through me again. I shook her hand just now and I got wet.”
I smiled at her and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek.
“Then you should ask her out to dinner when her divorce is over, and tell her how you feel.”
“Do you think she’d be receptive to that? I don’t want to freak her out, or put myself out there and get shot down. I’m not in this for the pain and suffering.”
“Well, take it slowly at first, and convince her you’re serious, she has sometimes scared easily in the past, but she’s getting stronger all the time. I just ask that you don’t break her heart. If you go there, make sure you’re ready to go all in, that’s all.”
“Thank you David, thank you so much. It’ll be hard to wait, but I will if it means I have a chance to be with her.”
She was all smiles again, so I gave her a quick kiss and headed for the door.
“I’m glad we talked, Dee Dee. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.” And I turned and went out, and passed Sarah in the door.
“I forgot something, I’ll be right there.”
“Cool.” I said and went out pulling the door shut behind me.
Olivia was looking at the door after Sarah with more than a little lust in her eyes.
“Olivia, are you all right?”
“What…oh sorry David, I was just…” Olivia was blushed a bright crimson under her long blonde tresses.
The red went all the way down her front and disappeared under her dress, I expect that her tits were a bright shade of pink.
“Yeah, she has that effect on people.”
“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t behave that way at work, she just beautiful. I’m sorry, I won’t let it happen again.”
“Well if it does, just make sure she knows that you’re doing it.”
She looked at me like I’d grabbed her ass.
“I’m serious, it’ll give her confidence a great boost, just keep it tasteful, okay?”
“Okay… If you’re sure it’ll be alright.”
“You don’t know until you try, do you?”
Sarah came out of the office right then and took my arm as we started down the hall. I whispered in her ear and told her about Olivia. She stopped and looked at me, then ran back to Olivia. She glanced around to see if anyone was watching, then pulled Olivia into a deep kiss and slid her tongue down Olivia’s throat. When she pulled back from the kiss, she whispered something in Olivia’s ear as she guided her hand up under her dress, then pulled away and headed back to me. I looked back and saw Olivia’s crimson grow to a much deeper red, then put her fingers in her mouth and closed her eyes.
Sarah and I got on the elevator and when the doors closed she grabbed my arm to hold herself up.
“Shit,” she giggled. “I’ve never done anything like that before. Was that too slutty?”
“Nope, just the right amount of slutty. How’d it feel?”
“It was like sneaking into the house after curfew on date night and not getting caught. It felt…sort of liberating.”
“Good, c’mon let’s get you to your massage.”
On the way to the day spa, Aunt Sarah seemed fidgety and uncomfortable in the seat next to me. I just let it go for the moment and tried to concentrate on something that had occurred to me in Dee Dee’s office.
“Why does the DEA want my car?”
“Technically I think it’s Paul’s car, and it’s probably loaded with drugs.”
“You think he put the drugs in before I left home?!?”
“I do. I think he loaded the stuff into your car whenever you went out on errands and had someone with a spare key swap the stuff for the money they owed while you were out of sight. Then he could just pull the cash out after you got home and were inside the house.”
“That fucker! I’m glad you called the DEA on him.” She said this as she dropped her car key on the console between us.
“How did you know that?”
“I have my ways. When were you going to tell me?”
“As soon as I knew that the divorce process was past the point of no return. I meant what I said about no more secrets, but I never agreed to share immediately.”
“Like I said earlier, you’re sneaky.”
“Thank you.”
She smiled and reached over and took my hand in hers.
“In the vein of not keeping secrets Aunt Sarah, you should know that Dee Dee has a crush on you, and wants to ask you out on a date after your divorce is final.”
“She told you that?”
“She did. And apparently you get her hot, just looking at her and touching her hand. I can only imagine what you’re going to do to her when your tongue touches her.”
“Well…I’m sort of looking forward to finding out.”
“So… she makes you hot too then.” It was a statement, not a question.
Sarah didn’t say anything, she just drew my hand up under her dress and guided my fingers to her crotch. As soon as I felt how wet she was, I slid my middle finger in and cupped her pussy.
“OH! I didn’t expect…ungh… you to do that.” She pressed my hand hard against herself and started grinding her mound against my hand.
“OH FUCK!!” She screamed as she pulled my hand away and replaced it with her own. She had her dress up to her hips so she had a clear view of her pussy. She shoved three of her own fingers into herself and came in the front seat of my car in downtown traffic.
She fell back against the seat as her orgasm drifted off. Her head lolled toward me and I could see her eyes focus on me again.
“I got so horny at Dee Dee’s office, I had to do that. I promise to clean the seats.”
“It’s okay Sarah, small price to pay for the show. But tell me something.”
“Hmmm?” She was still in the afterglow of her orgasm.
“Where’s your thong?”
She got a mischievous look in her eye then coyly put one of her cum covered fingers in her mouth and smiled around it at me and said. “I gave it to Dee Dee when I went back in her office.”
“Holy shit, Sarah, step right out there why don’t you.”
“I know it was impulsive. I thought about just planting a kiss on her, but instead I told her that I thought she was hot and I wanted to make sure she knew it. Then I handed her my wet thong to prove it and just turned and left before she could say anything or I could take it back and chicken out.”
“Congratulations Aunt Sarah. You’ve become a truly brave and sexual creature, and I’m proud of you.”
She just smiled and closed her eyes certainly thinking about Dee Dee and her actions, so we rode the rest of the way in silence.
We got to the day spa and I walked Sarah to the door. I saw Rachel and Crissy waiting for her at reception, so I just waved and headed back to my car. That’s when I saw the black SUV parked about 5 cars behind me. Dealing with the government always had drawbacks, so I figured it was the DEA making sure I made good on my promise to Diane. Nothing says inconspicuous like a jet black SUV with tinted windows.
My phone rang as I climbed into my car.
“Hello?”
“Mr. McLaren, this is Agent Venetti with the DEA. I just wanted to let you know that we’re about 10 minutes from your house.”
“Excellent, I’m about the same distance out, so if I beat you there, I’ll leave the gate open for you. Otherwise I’ll see you shortly.”
“Thank you Mr. McLaren.”
I hung up and headed home. I made good time and beat them to the house. They arrived shortly after I parked my car.
Agent Venetti got out of her cruiser, she was about 5’4”, jet black hair and brown eyes. She had a well built and well toned figure, and looked like she took no shit from anybody. She walked over to me with the typical government agent swagger trying to intimidate me and take the alpha role. I don’t take that kind of shit from people, especially when they’re visiting my home.
“Mr. McLaren, thank you for letting us take possession of our case evidence.” Her sarcasm dripped from her mouth along with her words. She stopped in front of me and left her mirrored shades on while she searched my face. I could tell she was searching my eyes so I let a little of the trained killer that lives inside me to slide into my gaze.
“Agent Venetti, if you think to impress me with your manners, you might want to try again. If you think I’m going to let you come onto my property and try to intimidate me, you should re-evaluate that approach too. I don’t intimidate easily, and I won’t take any shit from you. So if these get you moving and get out of my driveway, then go.” I never once broke eye contact as I handed the keys to her and I could see that she was the one getting uncomfortable.
“Thank you. I will need you and your Aunt to come in and give us prints so we can exclude you from the investigation.” She was starting to piss on my shoes, next she was going to tell me it was raining.
“That’s not going to happen, Agent Venetti. Both my prints and Sarah’s are already on file. Just use them.”
“Why would they be on file?” She asked suspiciously.
“Because Agent, my Aunt Sarah is a public school teacher, printing is required in this state, and mine are on file with the military. Your evidence is loaded, so you can leave now, and before you show your face, your ass or your badge around here again, you better have a warrant or an apology. Now get off my land.”
I didn’t wait for a response from her, I just turned and headed for the garage to get my car. By the time I got back up to the house, she and her crap were gone. So I just headed for Dee Dee’s office. Venetti had better get those papers back to Dee Dee in short order, because I really didn’t want to have to hunt her down.
Diane called me as I got to Dee Dee’s office and told me that they’d found two kilos of crystal meth in the spare tire well of the car, as well as small bag with cash in it. I don’t know how much, and I don’t care, it should help both Venetti’s case and hopefully her attitude too. Diane also promised to have the papers shipped to Dee Dee the next day by special messenger.
I parked the car, but that little voice in the back of my head was screaming at me. The problem was it was screaming gibberish, and I couldn’t translate it yet. As I got out of the car, I noticed that same black SUV from this morning parked on the far side of the structure. Fuck me running.
I headed up to see Dee Dee, if the fucking feds wanted to talk to me, then they better do it nicely because I wasn’t in any mood to play nice with government dweebs.
I got up to the firm’s offices and found them empty, with just the lights in the hall leading to Dee Dee’s office still lit. I headed down the hall, and found Olivia’s workstation closed up for the night, so I knocked on Dee Dee’s door.
Olivia answered the door dressed in a French Maid costume, complete with spike heels, fishnets and the little hat on top. The eye-popper was that her costume had no cups for her breasts, so they were out in the open wearing chained nipple clamps that looked very uncomfortable.
“Mr. McLaren, it’s so good to see you again. Ms. Deirdre is expecting you.” She stepped back and let me into the office. I went over and sat in front of Dee Dee’s desk as Olivia went to the bar and poured a whiskey and set it carefully on Dee Dee’s desk, then she turned to me.
“Can I get you anything, sir?”
“Thank you no, Olivia.” She curtseyed to me, then to Dee Dee and then I watched her walk across the room.
Her outfit was short enough that her ass cheeks were completely uncovered, and they were bright red. She’d been spanked and very recently, judging by the brightness and the sheen of her own juices drying on the inside of her thighs. She stood at attention with her hands behind her back at the bar until she was summoned again.
“Interesting over time policy you have, Deirdre.”
“Olivia is a special case. She knows that she’s not supposed to ogle the clients, but sometimes she forgets and needs to be reminded.”
“Ungh!!!”
I looked over at Olivia, and saw her struggling to stay standing as her knees gave out. Her hand clutched at her crotch momentarily, and then she pulled her hands back as if she remembered where she was. She tried to stand up, but it was difficult, her legs were not wanting to cooperate, then suddenly she relaxed and stood. I looked over at Dee Dee, she was holding a small wireless remote, and I understood.
“So, how long since you’ve allowed her an orgasm?”
“Just about long enough. Should we discuss your business?”
“That would be great, then I can let you get back to your ‘employee re-training.’”
She smiled wickedly at me and touched the remote again and Olivia dropped to her knees almost instantly.
“UNGH…UNGH…” Olivia’s hands were balled into fists at her sides, trying with everything she was worth to not touch herself. She looked at me as if I were going to do something to help her, but I was enjoying the show far too much to interfere, so…I shook my head gently from side to side, never breaking eye contact. She rolled her eyes into her head, moaning as the vibrator worked its magic.
Dee Dee got up and walked over to Olivia and looked down at her assistant. She pulled a ball gag and a set of handcuffs from the bar. She locked the handcuffs around Olivia’s wrists in front of her, and then put the gag in her mouth.
“Now Olivia, you may play with your pussy all you want while Mr. McLaren is here, you’re also allowed to make yourself cum as many times as you want to, but as soon as he leaves, you have to stop. Am I clear?”
Olivia nodded enthusiastically and bowed her head to Dee Dee.
“The last thing is, the plug in your ass stays running the whole time. Have fun.”
Olivia immediately rolled over onto her knees, face on the floor and presented her ass to us. She spread her legs as far as she could, and shoved two then three fingers into her pussy and began pumping herself toward orgasmic bliss.
“That should keep her occupied enough to allow us to talk. Now, what can I do for you David?” Her tone was professional and businesslike, despite the horny assistant grunting and writhing on her office floor.
“Have you changed the passwords on all of the accounts yet?”
“Yes, I have them written down and stored as you requested, here’s your copy.” She pulled the sheet from a client folder in the center of her desk and handed it to me.
“I want to set up trust funds for 5 people. Sarah, Christina, her partner Niki, Teri and Emily.”
“What about Rachel?”
“Rachel has her own money at this point, so she’s set. I also want my will to read that everything that I have is to be divided equally between all four sisters, Niki, and Emily. I’ll want to set up a few gifts here and there, but that should take care of the majority of it.”
“I’ll draw it up, make me a list of the other gifts and I’ll bring it by the house when it’s ready.”
“Perfect.” I looked over at Olivia and watched her fisting herself as she grunted and sloshed her way to yet another orgasm. She pushed her hand deep inside herself one last time before her entire body went rigid and she fell over. Her hand slid out of her when she fell, but she jammed it back in as soon as she could with the desperation of someone dying of thirst grabbing for the last bottle of water. She pounded her pussy as hard as she could, right through the crest of her orgasm, then as she slowed her attack, another orgasm slammed down on her and all she could do was grab her pussy with both hands and shove as many fingers into herself as she could. She ground her clit into her hands as the second orgasm crested and she slowed her assault.
“That reminds me, are you feeling any better about our talk earlier?”
“I am as a matter of fact. Sarah helped to put my mind at ease before she left earlier.”
“She told me she’d tried to make her feelings about you known before she left. She was really scared that she’d shocked you, but obviously that’s not the case.”
Dee Dee pulled a large manila envelope out of her desk draw and tried to hand it to me.
“I have something I’d like to give Sarah in return for her gift, would you be willing to pass it to her for me?”
“Why don’t you just come by for dinner tonight and give it to her yourself?”
“That would be wonderful, are you sure I won’t be an imposition?”
“Absolutely not, Rachel usually has dinner around 8, and by all means feel free to bring your playmate if you wish. Will that work for you?”
She looked over at Olivia beginning to masturbate again.
“We can be wrapped up here by then, certainly. Count me in.”
“Perfect, I’ll tell Rachel. Well, I think that’s it for me for now, see you tonight Dee Dee.” I got up and moved over to Olivia. I stood looking down at her and she looked up at me as I bent down to look in her eyes. She had a look of pure unadulterated pleasure and lust on her face.
“Are you close again, Olivia dear?” I asked as I traced a finger around the curve of her breast closest to me.
She nodded and renewed her masturbating with her entire hand disappearing into her pussy.
“Well, let’s see if I can help you along before I leave, shall we?”
She nodded her head up and down vigorously enough to shake her sweat from her hair.
“You just keep doing what you’re doing, and I’ll see what I can do.”
She nodded again.
I traced both breasts lightly with my fingertip. Then I looped her nipple clamp chain around my index finger and pulled it slowly away from her body lifting her breasts by her nipples. I eased them back down when she began screaming into her ball gag. Then as soon as she calmed down and caught her breath, I pulled them up again. We kept going like this until Olivia’s eyes widened and her orgasm started, then I reached down and removed the clamps from her nipples.
She screamed into her gag one more time as her orgasm peaked with the pain in her nipples. I dropped the clamps then rubbed her tits and thumbed her nipples until her orgasm subsided. Her breathing was deep and labored, and she looked exhausted, but satisfied.
Dee Dee turned off the vibrator in Olivia’s ass, and helped her to her feet. She left the handcuffs in place, but took out the ball gag. Olivia flexed her jaw muscles, and whispered something to Dee Dee, who nodded her ascent.
Dee Dee stepped to the side and Olivia came up to me, threw her arms over my neck and planted her lips on mine, sliding her tongue into my mouth.
“Thank you Mr. McLaren, thank you for that.” She whispered to me after she broke the kiss.
“You’re very welcome, Olivia. Happy I was here to lend a hand, or a finger.” I laughed lightly as I said this.
Olivia reached down and coated two of her fingers with her girl cum and offered them up to me like a servant offers fruit to her master.
I took her hand and sucked her juices from her fingers. She tasted sweet and delicious, and I felt honored that she wanted to share herself with me so I licked her entire hand and all of her fingers clean. I looked at her as her eyes were rolling back into her head.
“Thank you, Olivia. You are delicious. And thank you, Dee Dee for sharing this with me.” I said as I gestured toward Olivia, now moving back to stand next to Dee Dee.
“It was our pleasure, David. See you tonight at dinner.” Dee Dee said, she kissed Olivia, and then walked me to the door.
I left her office, and headed down to the parking ramp. As I got off the elevator and approached my car, there was a long box on the trunk of my car, it was painted with a desert camo motif. I was instantly pissed, that someone would do something like that, then I looked more closely at the box, and I realized that I recognized it. I opened the box and there was the old man’s .40 caliber sniper rifle, along with a Sig .40 hand gun along with a couple boxes of hollow point ammo for the hand gun and full metal jackets for the rifle. There was only one way in hell that this rifle could be here.
I grabbed the Sig and made sure the clip inside was loaded, and I pulled one cartridge for the rifle out and put it in my pocket. Then I turned to find the black SUV rolling up behind me. I lifted the handgun as I came up to the driver’s side window and pointed it at the driver’s left eye.
“Hands on the dash, both of you, or you’re done.” After some hesitation, they both put their hands on the dashboard. “If you move, detailing won’t clean what’s left. Am I clear?” Both men nodded and looked straight ahead.
These words were barely out of my mouth when the back door opened and my ‘dead’ father stepped out of the back of the truck. I just stared at him in disbelief. Then all the bullshit came flooding back and I couldn’t think of anything to do except cock the hammer on the pistol.
“Whoa, David, wait a minute now. Let me explain.”
“What’s to explain old man? Why you lied to me? Why you lied to Teri, or maybe why you kept all those things from Rachel and her sisters? Maybe why you kept me from my own DAUGHTER for the last 10 years?!? Go ahead motherfucker, explain it to me, I can’t wait to hear it!!”
“I meant about my being alive. I don’t have anything to say about the other stuff.”
He moved to come around the door, but I took a step to the side to maintain safe distance between us. I’d just as soon shoot him as to fight him hand to hand.
“WitSec?!? Seriously?!?” I glanced at the guys in the front seats, they just nodded slowly and kept their hand on the dash. I looked back at the old man.
“Get back in the car before I shoot your already dead ass.” He didn’t’ move, so I pulled the trigger and blew the far back window out of the Fed’s truck. The old man wasn’t expecting that, he jumped when the glass shattered, then looked at me. I couldn’t tell if it was fear or respect, but I really didn’t care at that moment.
“Okay, David I’m getting back in now.” He climbed into the back seat, and I moved in close to him and put the weapon against his neck just below his ear.
“You twitch and I will shoot you.” There was a woman in the back seat with him, a raven haired woman, thin, big tits and every bit as young as me if not just a little younger. I looked at her, then back at him.
“You probably thought you owed me some sort of explanation, but since you and I have differing opinions about what you need to explain, we don’t have anything to discuss, so you’re going to go ahead and get on with your new life, and forget all about us. Forever!”
I looked over at the woman sitting next to him with her hand clutching the old man’s.
“I certainly hope you’re completely committee to this, because it’s only a matter of time before you do something to disappoint him. Grab your happiness as fast as you can and for as long as you can, but know this: It will end and it will be your fault, at least in his eyes.”
I looked back at the old man and pulled the rifle cartridge from my pocket and dropped it into his shirt pocket.
“If I ever see you again, hear about you coming back, or even suspect that you’ve sniffing around my family, my friends or my life EVER again, I will paint the sky with your blood. Do you understand me?”
He didn’t answer, so I jammed the gun into his neck a little more to emphasis my point.
“DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?”
“Yes.” He finally said quietly.
I backed away from the truck and shut the back door, then moved to the driver’s window.
“Watch him closely, Marshall, I wouldn’t want to think that he would be the one to ruin WitSec’s spotless record. If anyone will go ‘off reservation’, it’ll be him.”
He started to say something, but the look in my eye dissuaded him from sharing his thought. I pointed the weapon down and dropped the hammer closed. He started the truck and they drove away.
I picked up the ejected cartridge then went across to dig the slug out of the wall, mostly out of habit, then went back and put everything away and loaded the gun case into the trunk. I just stood there shaking with enough rage to bite a chain and spit out nails. I barely noticed Dee Dee and Olivia come up behind me with building security in tow.
“David, are you alright? We heard gunfire, what’s going on?”
“Just an engine backfiring. Sorry guys, it looks like somebody broke a window or something over here.”
I don’t think they bought the whole backfire story, but they couldn’t prove anything else, and weren’t looking to argue with me since it seemed everyone was safe and any danger that might have been was gone now.
I pulled Dee Dee aside when the guards went for maintenance and said, “Dee Dee, this is critical, the passwords on all the accounts got changed right? Just like you told me you did? Rachel’s too?”
“Yes Davey, I did them all personally, and kept no electronic records, as you requested, on paper and only two copies. I’ll bring Rachel’s to her tonight.”
“And your copy, it’s not on the premises right?” My paranoia was running high, hard and fast.
“It’s exactly where you asked me to put it and I’m the only other person that knows where it is. What’s this all about? You’re starting to concern me more than a little.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to frighten you. I just needed to be sure.”
“It’s done, Davey, I promise.”
Maintenance showed up right then and cleaned up the glass from behind my car, so I could leave. We watched them clean up and go without another word between us. I was starting to calm down some, and the shakes were subsiding. Olivia reached up and put her hand on my arm, and looked into my eyes.
“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” Olivia asked as we watched the guys leave.
“Yeah, just…nothing. I better get going, besides, I have to tell Rachel you two are coming to dinner.”
They both looked more than a little skeptical, but didn’t say anything else. I waved at them as they moved toward their cars and I climbed into mine.
I headed home to find Rachel and the girls home from their massages. I assumed they’d be relaxing at the pool, so I went around the house to tell Rachel about dinner.
“Hey Davey.” Rachel called as I came up to the pool.
“Hey, is there any problem with Dee Dee and Olivia coming for dinner with us tonight?” It was really hard to keep my voice even and calm.
“No problem at all, we’re having company anyway, so there’ll be plenty.”
“Cool. Um…who’s the company?”
She stood up and kissed me and wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her. She broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, searching for something.
“They’re in the living room, c’mon.”
She led me into the house, and I could see Crissy and Sarah get up to follow us into the house. Something was up.
Rachel led me into the living room, and there was Teri standing in front of the sofa dressed in a pair of jeans and an un-tucked button up shirt. Christ she was beautiful, her hair pulled back into a single braid that end just below her shoulder blades. She looked so much like the other girls, I wondered how I could have missed it when I was younger. Maybe I didn’t on some level, and that’s why I was drawn to her: She looked so much like Rachel did when I first met her that she could have been her twin. As much as the other girls looked like Rachel, Teri was practically a dead ringer for her.
It’s hard to put into words just how it feels when you see the first girl you were sure you loved, smiling in front of you after 10 years of believing she hated you. I could feel myself start to shake as the anticipation, anxiety and fear all took hold of my breath and my pulse so close on the heels of the incident in the parking ramp, I could hardly breathe. But seeing Teri there in front of me, all the anger and rage flooded away and were gone in that single moment. All I could do was stand there and take in the beauty of this woman.
Rachel put her hand on my lower back and whispered to me, “Go on, Davey. She’s really there.”
I looked at Rachel and all I could do was nod stupidly. She had tears in her eyes, and she pushed me gently toward Teri.
“Hey you.” Teri said, breaking the spell, and all I could do was move up to her and take her into my arms and hug her close to me. I was afraid that she was going to disappear. She hugged me back, matching my desperation with her own embrace. I heard her let out a sigh of relief, like she’d been holding her breath since the last time we’d seen each other. I knew how she felt. I was still holding my breath.
She kissed my neck, and I could feel her tears touch my skin. That was all it took, I let out my own sigh of relief, and let the tears flow down my face.
“Teri, I am so sorry. So very sorry you were put through all of this, can you ever forgive me?”
“Shhh…you have nothing to apologize for. There’s nothing to forgive. You didn’t know the truth, you couldn’t possibly have known or we would have been together sooner.”
I pulled my head back and looked at her, taking in every feature of her face, and seeing all of the pain, all of the joy and all of the life that she’d led to this point. She was so beautiful. I reached up and cupped her head in my hand and pulled her into a kiss. Her hands came up and cradled my face as she returned my kiss and slid her tongue into my mouth, searching for its long lost partner. When they found each other, the results were amazing. 10 years fell away, and we were the only ones in the room. The kiss seemed to last for only a few moments, but it felt comfortable enough to have been 10 years long.
We both started running our hands over each other’s bodies, fumbling with and unbuttoning clothing, trying desperately to get at one another’s bodies. Rachel came up beside us and put her arms around us both. We broke the kiss, and just stared at each other searching each other’s faces still trying to memorize everything we saw there.
“I know this has been a long time coming, and you two probably want to be alone, but there’s someone else here that wants to see you David.”
I looked at Rachel, and she was all smiles. I turned back to Teri and she was grinning at me like the Cheshire Cat. She nodded her head, and motioned behind me.
I turned around, and standing beside Sarah, holding her hand was this beautiful, healthy little girl smiling from ear to ear. Sarah was beaming as she gently led the little girl toward me.
“Are you Emily?” I asked as I knelt in front of the child.
“Yes, are you really my daddy?” She was looking at me with wide curious eyes with a little hesitation mixed in, but always there was her mother’s smile shining at me. She kept a firm grip on Sarah’s hand and looked up at Teri as she stepped up next to us. Teri smiled down at her and nodded to Emily that it was true and okay to be happy.
Emily looked up at Sarah and let go of her hand. Sarah’s tears were flowing freely down her face, as were all of her sisters’.
Emily took one small step toward me then leapt into my arms and hugged me with all of her might.
“I’ve missed you Daddy!”

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Taking Beth part 1

Beth is finding it difficult dealing with her brother being inside and then he gets beaten up. Beth is then blackmailed but finds giving into the demands of the prisoner and being controlled by him to her liking

True Story

The Perfect Girl For Me

This story will be real, but these things happened when i was 17 so i cant really remember every detail so yes, some points will be exaggerated. Either way enjoy this story.
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Well it all happened when my mom got remarried.
My mom had already been divorced at the time, And She Finally thought she got the one.
They dated for a couple of months until they finally decided to get married, and of course i was completely against it, not because of my new step dad, he was pretty cool, I was more against his daughter, Breanna Who was a complete bitch to me the entire time my mom was dating her dad. but of course that all didn’t matter, no matter how much we told them we didn’t think they would be good together, even thought i liked the guy i’d rather have someone else, with preferably no kids. I Liked being a only child, i was spoiled, mostly because my last dad was completely rich, but during the time they had the divorce my mom got the house, car, and most of what he owned.
Anyways The weeding was very short, I had to dress up and wear a pretty sharp suit. while my soon to be sister Breanna was wearing a dress that she looked like she was uncomfortable, i knew how she felt, just looking at her in that dress made me uncomfortable.
After the weeding we had a small feast, consisting of the usual things. Once it was all over, my parents went to a hotel, probably to fuck each other senseless, not like that wasn’t the first, they fucked all the time while they were dating, even when i was there. they dropped us off at the house and left out. i instantly went up stairs to my room only to find all of her stuff in there, I was mad, after wasting the entire day at what it felt like a 2 hour weeding and then finding this. She walked up the stairs to her new room as if she always lived in there. “What are you doing?” she looked at me and said “What do you think, After going through that torture i’m going to sleep” I pointed at the room she going towards “That’s my room not yours!” She then simply push past me into the room, “So that’s why there was a whole bunch of shit in here.” Now i was getting real mad now, which was very hard for me to do, i’m not the person that would get that mad that easily. ” Your junks by the door” She then laid down and went to sleep, I stood there for a good 10 minutes, angry. All until i look up at her sleeping, she had her red hair pulled behind her, even in the dark you could see her tanned skin. She would be hot if it wasn’t for her bitchy additude towards me, But still.
The next day i finally got everything set up in my new room as it was in my older room. I decided to leave home
and go out with my friends since my mom left out with my step dad and i did not want to be there with Breanna so i left. Before i could Breanna asked when i was coming back, I Said at 10 A.M and followed it up with, “Whats wrong scared to be alone.” she told me to fuck off so i left. Long story short a lot of shit happened when we were out, my friends got into a fight and got kicked out of the bar so we left. i got home at about 8 A.M. i got in and noticed that Breanna was nowhere in sight. I Checked everywhere. Until i finally got up to her room, I stopped short when i heard noises coming from there, i peeked through the door and found Breanna masturbating. It was better than any porn i say before. She started groaning more and more. She tossed and turned, she was sweating so i could tell she was doing this for a while. I Watched for a good couple of minutes until i realized i had a boner. She was actually turning me on, at that one moment she just seemed so hot.
I quickly ran down stairs to my living room to act natural. after a while she came down stairs and was surprised to see me, “Oh when did you get home” I Lied and said “2 Minutes ago” “Oh okay, i’m just going to jump into the shower” I Couldn’t hold myself anymore “Why, are you sweaty or something” She stopped dead on the first step. then i kept talking “So how long were you at it, at least 10 minutes right, what were you thinking about?” She was completely embarrassed and kept walking. I Have to admit that was kinda harsh even for me. After her shower she went straight to her room, after a while i decided to go up and apologize to her. I Knocked and then went in, she just laid there in silence. I had to say the first word which was which was hard to do.
So I just said, “Look im sorry for saying those things.” She just rolled over, im not good at apologizing so i said. “Well if it makes you feel any better i masturbate some times to” It came out worse than it sounded in my head. i stood there for a couple of awkward minutes until i finally just went over to the side of her bed. “Look im sorry for barging in on you. That was rude of me, And im also sorry for being terrible at apologizing.” That got a little Chuckle out of her. she turned over and looked at me, Then she leaned up and started to kiss me. It happened so fast i didn’t know what to do. she finally stop to pull me onto her bed “What was that for!?” I Said in shock. “Your so adorable”, she said to me. “Hey how did you feel when you saw me, did you like it?” I was getting an erection, if there was one thing I loved it was when people talked dirty. “Yeah, I Still cant get over it.”
I was telling a little bit more then i wanted to but in this situation i didn’t care. She then grabbed my hand and put it in her panties, She was very wet before all of this could start I instantly had a question ‘Who Were you thinking about anyways” she started to look embarrassed then said “I was thinking about you.” she looked away to hide her blushing. But that turned me on so much more. “I Kinda liked you before and just tried to hide it” Hmm i never really though of her liking me at this point i started to rub her, she start to groan more and more until I stuck my entire finger into her. She gasp loudly.
I looked at the clock next to the bed and saw that it was 9 A.M I Whispered in her ear and said “We have an entire hour with each other.” I Fingered her faster until she almost was ready to cum i stopped, She looked up at me begging with her eyes. I started to lower myself down her body kissing every part of her until i got to her slit. Then i started to lick her up and down her slit, She started to groan until she finally sprayed her juices. Her juices tasted better than anything i had ever tasted. I finally pulled my self up on top of her. She looked at me and finally said
“I want you inside of me! Please!” The way she begged me turned me on more. I pulled down my pants and took out my dick. She looked at me looking almost nervous and said “Wait I Have to tell you something” I did my best to stop “What is it?” “Im A Virgin” When i heard her say this i felt re leaved At this “Well thats good, This is my first time to,” “Then can you stick it in slowly” And so i did. i pushed myself in her tight slit until my dick finally tapped her hymen I Stopped one last time to look at her, she nodded at me to keep going into her so i pushed into her breaking her hymen. She Started to moan in pain as I kept going pushing in, then i finally started my motion in and out of her my dick was covered with her blood as i pushed in her, I started going faster and faster until I was about to cum.
Then she rolled both of us over and she started to ride me. It was getting harder and harder to hold back my cum until it was impossible to hold back “Im Going To Cum!!” She started to ride me harder until i came inside of her. We both laid down on the bed, she covered her slit when it started to drip out my semen. There was a silence between us both as there was nothing but the sounds of heavy breathing. she looked at me and smiled until she slid down and started to suck my dick. It Felt so good especially after already cumming, she slid my dick further down her throat until I came again inside her mouth. I had nothing but streams of cum going into her mouth. “Breanna, that was amazing” was all I could mutter before I passed out Thinking about how hot and amazing Breanna looked with my cum all over her mouth and face.
I Woke up to find Breanna already awake and downstairs watching T.V. I Came down to join her when she saw me she got up and kissed me. it was the first time we kissed even though we had had sex last night. I Finally felt comfortable around her now. i just wanted to stay with her forever but I knew that would most likely not happen since we were step brother and step sister but we still liked each other because She Was The Perfect Girl For Me.
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Hymen-A Cell wall in the woman’s vagina that declares virginity

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