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Fantasm

Vampire Jesse

well this is my First ever storieso lets keep the comments to the helpfull side and this storie isnt over yet theres lots more to come just need some info from the readers thank you

Fantasm

homicidal sociopaths are often the most charming of men

i followed him down the thin, winding dirt path, snaking it’s way through the park. he was walking a few steps ahead of me, with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his low rise Levi’s. dawn was just barely breaking, the droplets of dew on the surrounding blades of grass glistened, it looked as though the earth’s surface was encrusted with thousands of microscopic diamonds. his footsteps were heavy, almost violent. the beat of his clunky vans against the crust beneath him matched the thudding of my own racing heart.
i hadn’t known him for very long. in fact, i barely knew him at all. i had met him at a local coffee shop just a few days ago. he stood awkwardly, at about 6‘4, he looked extremely out of place, uncomfortable in his own skin. i watched him from the table i had seated myself at a few moments ago, sipping my vanilla latte. his dark, sullen eyes darted to every corner of the room, taking in the slightest detail. eventually, his gaze shifted to me. i offered him a friendly smile, but his facial expression did not budge from the cold, hardened mask he wore. he continued to glance around him nervously, i’m sure a fly would have better luck capturing his attention than i did.
a scruffy teenage boy, probably only a year or two younger than myself, handed this mysterious man his coffee. the teenager seemed to be intimidated by him, i could tell by the way he avoided any eye contact. i understood why he was hesitant. to my surprise, the man started heading in my direction. the seconds turned to centuries as he approached me.
it was my very first time seeing him head on, and i was stunned by his rugged beauty. he wore a black lip ring, with a small silver stud right beside it. snake bites i believed they were called. it looked as though he had neglected shaving for a few days, giving him just the right amount of stubble to be considered sexy. his thick black hair was swept over his forehead, almost completely in his eyes. it was messy, like he had just crawled out of bed, threw on some clothes, and ended up here. a single blonde streak marked the front left side of his bangs.
as he moved towards me, i saw his confidence grow with every step. he no longer looked like he had outgrown his own skin, like he was out of place here. this is exactly where he wanted to be, where he was always meant to be. then he smiled at me. it was the first time i’d seen his expression change since he entered the poorly lit coffee shop. the hardened mask that once held his face in an icy glare, shattered. i watched as a grin started to take it’s place.
he was effectively moving in slow motion. his deep blue eyes glistened, despite the dim lighting. his eyes seemed to be smiling more so than his smile itself. his shirt was powder blue, and the top two buttons were left undone. i could make out a few letters of what appeared to be a chest piece. the only letters left uncovered by the flimsy cotton were “..ake you su..”. i couldn’t even guess what it fully read, but i was quickly side tracked by the rest of his flawless form. my eyes continued to scan him downward, i was absorbing every inch of him.
the fabric of his shirt was so thin, i could make out the fine lines of his six pack, and the smooth V that started at his hip bones, dipping down into his pelvis. he wore a white studded belt, with several of them missing. he looked just the slightest bit unkept, like he wasn’t aiming for sexy, which described him better than any other word in the english language.
after an eternity of anticipation, he reached out for the seat directly across from me. he slowly sat down, then met my gaze. i was melting, his look ignited a fuse deep within me. i was going to burst into flames, simply explode in the presence of this god-like being. his eyes were the brightest of blues i’d ever witnessed, with a green-yellow ring surrounding his pupils. i could drown in those eyes. i watched him wet his perfect lips with his tongue, then part them to speak.
“hi. i’m Seth.”
he extended his hand towards me, expecting me to shake it. i suddenly became unbearably self conscious. i was so caught up in the sex appeal that was oozing from his every pore, i forgot he was an actual human being. i realized my mouth had been hanging wide open, and i was salivating. i quickly cleared my throat, and attempted to regain my composure.
he sat there smiling goofily, his head slightly cocked to the right. his hand was still extended in front of him, waiting for me to break out of my stupor. i shot out my hand, and swallowed. my mouth had become dry, and i had to blink a few times to ensure that this figure of absolute perfection was reality, not some figment of my over active imagination. why was he wasting his time talking to a girl like me?!
“excuse me, i’m Danielle.”
i went to grasp his hand in mine, ready to give him a firm handshake. it truly was nice to meet him. i will never forget the first time Seth’s flesh grazed mine. my entire body broke out in a series of goose bumps, and the only thing i can compare the actual contact to is sticking a fork into an electrical socket. i gasped, jumping clear out of my seat. my face began to flush, i looked down at my hands, trying to hide my embarrassment from him.
he smiled at me, and allowed a small laugh to escape from his perfect lips. god, i adored his smile, especially when it was aimed in my direction. Seth looked deeper into my soul than i ever could myself. i was hooked.
“are you alright?” he began to look concerned. i must have looked like such a complete idiot, i had to salvage this somehow. i could not let him slip away.
“uhm.. uh yeah. you must have picked up some static electricity somewhere, you shocked me.”
fuck, i was stuttering. i sat there wishing i had worn my yellow sundress that day, rather than my grey sweat pants and university tee. i should have done something with my hair besides piling it into a lopsided bun on the side of my head. i should have taken the time to apply some eye shadow, perhaps some blush. then again, if i had taken the time to do all that, i could have completely missed him.
i wasn’t completely sure what to make of this lovely human in front of me. i was extremely drawn to him, yet some alarm was going off in my head, telling me to run, to be afraid. i wiped the perspiration from my palms onto my sweat pants, and gave him the sweetest smile i could manage. i probably looked sick, and i certainly felt like spilling the contents of my stomach right about then. he seemed not to notice though, or he was trying to spare me from any further humiliation.
“sorry about that.”
he took a sip of his coffee, black with only one packet of splenda. i nearly fell out of my chair hearing the silky smooth, baritone voice that was emitted from those lips of his. my legs were shaking, with the rest of my body following suit. i did not want to be there, yet there was no place else i’d rather be.
“so, do you go to the university?”
i lit a cigarette, for the sole purpose of having something to do with my hands. maybe the nicotine would help to calm my nerves, but i doubted it. i blew the smoke up towards the ceiling, and watched it as it spiraled upward, then disappeared.
“yeah.” he smiled. “i’m studying psychology. i live in the dumpy apartments just off of campus. it’s not the best place, but it serves it’s purpose.” i contentedly watched as he pulled out a cigarette of his own. great, at least there’s one thing i have in common with this perfect being. i lit it for him. i was trying to picture which apartments he was talking about, then realized they were only three blocks down from my own place. i wasn’t sure what to say. he seemed so at ease talking to me, and i was such a complete and utter disaster. a hurricane was taking place inside of me.
“ahh, i live right down the road from you then, on 22nd street.” his face seemed to light up, that perfect face. i began to stare at his chest, where his shirt was left to gape open. taunting me, not quite showing me all that i wanted, but giving me enough of a taste to desperately crave more.
“i may have to pay you a visit sometime then.”
him, come visit me? why would he even say that to me, he couldn’t possibly be interested. he finished off the rest of his coffee, and glanced at the tacky clock mounted on the wall.
“i have class in 15 minutes, so i better get going. i just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to talk to a pretty girl such as yourself.” he beamed, he knew he was in control.
“alright, hopefully i’ll see you around again soon.”
i had turned crimson, and my ears felt as if someone had doused them in lighter fluid, then cruelly lit a match. he reached out to me, and stroked underneath my chin with his index finger. another electrical current rocked my small frame. what the hell was wrong with me? his eyes twinkled.
“see ya.”
with that, he threw his empty coffee cup in the bin marked “recycle”, pushed open the thick cherry wood doors, and disappeared from the gaze of my starving eyes. i looked down at my hands, surprised to see my lit cigarette still poised between my index and middle fingers. i shook my head, attempting to comprehend what in the fuck had just taken place. minutes passed, i sat there, deep in thought. i reminisced about those beautiful blue eyes, fantasized about the way he bit onto his lip ring while he was waiting for my reply. i got so lost in the afterglow of him, i jumped when the manager told me he was closing up for the night.
i rose from my seat, my knees buckled beneath me. i could barely keep my balance. i held onto the corner of my table until the circulation returned to my legs, then i wobbled out into the warm spring air.
when i got home that night, i couldn’t sleep. i wasn’t even able to consider sleep. i was still far too consumed with something that had occurred hours ago now. i just couldn’t shake the thought of him, he stuck to me like velcro. i paced around my tiny one bedroom apartment, chain smoking, wondering when i’d see him again. if i’d see him again. somehow, i knew i would. he lived close enough, and our paths had already crossed once, they were certain to again.
the next few days were agonizing. i spent my free time walking around campus, praying i’d run into Seth again. i went everywhere, five times at the least. i went to the local park, ignoring a couple heatedly making out on a bench to the left of me. i visited the library, pretending to look at countless books i had no intention to check out. i went back to the coffee shop, three times in one afternoon. i had only entered once, to purchase an iced chai. the other two times i walked by slowly, peering inside the dimly lit lounge area, searching for the boy i knew i wouldn’t find.
my nights, i would lie awake in bed. i desperately needed to sleep. i tried everything! counting sheep, playing soft music, going out for jogs in the middle of the night hoping i could exhaust myself. i did drift off a few times, but my slumber was shallow, dreamless. the third night i cried, i simply could not hold it back a second longer. i wrapped myself up in my sheets and blankets, and bawled like a five year old that had dropped his ice cream cone.
i was going insane! mad, i tell you! this was not normal, or healthy in any way. i was obsessed with this strange man, who i’d only met once. we’d only exchanged a few words during our brief encounter, yet i clung to them as if they were the only words i knew. i told myself i had to stop this, i didn’t even know this guy i was so lovesick over. guys like him did not take interest in girls like me. even if i did find him on one of my wild goose chases, i knew i would be far too nervous to actually approach him. and if i did approach him, i would have nothing to say. if i did find something to say, it would be idiotic, and he would probably wind up laughing in my face and walking away.
i told myself these things, but i didn’t want to believe them. he had called me pretty, and he obviously approached me for some reason. i remembered the way he had smiled at me, and my heart began to flutter.
that night, i went on another one of my jogs, trying to tire myself. it was 4:51 am when i left, my destination was the park. hopefully some fresh air would help me to escape this insanity, at least temporarily. i shut the door to my apartment, and checked twice that it was locked before i left. i walked through the front door of the apartment building, out onto 22nd street, and gazed up at this strange structure that i called my home.
i tucked my hands into the front pocket of my hoodie. it wasn’t cold out that night, but the slight breeze made it uncomfortable to leave your arms completely bare. i studied my feet as i walked along, i watched the tassels of my worn out moccasins swing to and fro.
i had almost reached the park, when i heard footsteps behind me. i turned around, but was only greeted by darkness. then he stepped into the small puddle of light cast down upon the sidewalk by a single street lamp. i rubbed my eyes. i hadn’t slept in so long, i figured i was just seeing things. what could Seth possibly be doing walking around the park at nearly five in the morning? what the hell was i doing walking around the park at the same time?
then he smiled, and flashed those perfectly straight teeth at me. i waved at him, and he waved back. i was dumbfounded, frozen in place. Seth began walking toward me, yet again moving in slow motion. he wore a simple white V neck, but it clung to his fit form perfectly. i could just make out the dark outline of a few of the letters inked into his flesh. “..ll ma..” was all that his shirt left uncovered. i looked into his eyes again, and lost myself just as i had the day that we met at the coffee shop, and in all the countless day dreams i had of seeing his glorious face again.
he stopped in front of me, and folded his arms across his chest. he studied my face for what seemed to be hours. trying to dig up information with solely his eyes, attempting to figure me out, to break me with his stare. realistically, it only lasted a few seconds. i could not guess what he was feeling, he looked emotionless, he was yet again wearing his cold mask. then he spoke.
“follow me, i want to show you something.”
i followed him down the thin, winding dirt path, snaking it’s way through the park. he was walking a few steps ahead of me, with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his low rise Levi’s. dawn was just barely breaking, the droplets of dew on the surrounding blades of grass glistened, it looked as though the earth’s surface was encrusted with thousands of microscopic diamonds. his footsteps were heavy, almost violent. the beat of his clunky vans against the crust beneath him matched the thudding of my own racing heart.
his legs were much longer than mine, and i could only cover about half the distance he could in a single stride. i was having trouble keeping up with his frantic pace. i felt beads of sweat begin to form on my forehead. what could he possibly want to show me in the woods during the middle of the night? i watched as he walked along, his muscles rippling under his thin cotton shirt. we continued to follow the same beaten bike path, i had no sense of how long we had been walking. i looked about me as we passed tree after tree, their twisted branches entangled with one another. the wind was blowing through their naked limbs, emitting an eerie wailing that pierced the dead silence. i could hear the rush of water.
we reached the end of the bike trail, and he led me through the dense brush off to the right. the water grew louder. i leaped over decaying logs, ducked under vines blocking my path, i nearly fell several times. i was far too distracted by the sight of him to pay much attention to my footing. we came to a clearing, and i saw the most beautiful sight i had ever witnessed in all of my nineteen and a half years.
the sun had just started to peek over the hills, drowning everything in sight in an orangey-pink glow. the stream was shallow, more like a creek, but the current rushed by with the speed and intensity of a jacuzzi jet. the water was clear, i could make out the tiny colorful pebbles dotting the bottom of it. you could see them being pushed along, beat down into the rock by the powerful current. the trees had not yet begun to bud, but the grassy area in the clearing was abundant with signs of the coming spring. small yellow flowers were scattered about, swaying in the slight breeze. i was honored that he had shared this wonderful place with me.
i turned my gaze to Seth, he had been watching me, trying to gauge my reaction.
“it’s beautiful.” i said it with both my voice, and my heart. he turned his attention back toward the bubbling water, reflecting the pink of the sunrise.
“i know, i’ve never visited this spot at dawn. come closer dear, there’s no need to be shy..” he grinned. something about his smile this time made my blood run cold. it was not the genuine, playful smile he had worn at the coffee shop. he scared me, but he lured me in like a moth to flame.
i inched closer to him. my hands became clammy, and i felt my pulse quicken. i stood directly in front of him, gazing into those eyes of his, awaiting my next instruction. i could feel the heat radiate from his body, and i basked in our closeness. i was too lost to make any move for myself, i was in his hands now. he stepped closer, and wrapped his arms around my waist.
the initial shock of it startled me, even though i had learned to expect it. it was different this time though, he did not pull away. he held me, and i could feel his touch radiating through my every cell. my body was buzzing, i was a live wire. my wobbling knees could no longer support my weight, and i allowed myself to collapse into his chest. Seth’s scent was intoxicating, pure poison to me. it was unlike anything i’d ever smelled before, for it stimulated more senses than strictly my scent. i had not yet had my fill of our wonderful embrace, when he pushed me away.
he grabbed me by my shoulders, and shot invisible daggers of hate straight through me with his glare. his eyes were aflame with rage. the yellow rings encircling his pupils began to dance around in the surrounding bright blue. he raised his hand, i admired the strength and size of it, i was impressed at how quickly he snapped it back down, flattening his palm, slapping me in the face. i was stunned. but i could not move, could not cry out for help, i was immobile. besides, i wanted to stay here with him. he was wonderful. i knew that i should be afraid, but i wasn’t. i was finally alone with him, i had his full attention. i was finally getting what i had yearned for. i quickly accepted my fate, knowing there was nothing i could do to change his mind anyway. if i were to cry out, and beg him to release me, he would only become more enraged. i submitted to him.
Seth grabbed me by my hair, digging his fingers deep into my scalp. he dragged me to the edge of the creek. he had become an entirely different being in a matter of minutes, a being even more fascinating and hypnotizing than he had been before. he had become purely animal instinct, and i was his prey. he slammed the right side of my face into the jagged end of a protruding rock. i heard the sickening crack of my cheek bone, my entire body was set aflame in pure agony. the blood began to trickle down my face, onto my chest. a dark red stain formed, soaking through the thick fabric and onto my skin.
he was far from done with me though. he violently tore off my sweatpants, yanked my sweatshirt over my head with haste. i heard the fabric of my camisole tear, as he ripped it away from my shaking body. his hands began to tremble as he reached behind me to search for the clasp of my bra. grasping either side, he pulled, bending the small metal clasps. my bra fell to the ground. he admired my newly exposed flesh, but only for a split second before proceeding to remove my panties.
Seth stepped back, and removed his own shirt. i saw him standing there, but my brain was not able to process the image before me. his fingers worked quickly, removing his belt, undoing the single button securing his jeans to his body. one foot at a time, he stepped out of them, along with his boxers. he forced me down onto my hands and knees, and shoved my bleeding face into the icy water. the freezing cold began to dull the throbbing in my cheek.
Seth got in position behind me, slowly easing his manhood into my now dripping hole. he was almost gentle with me for a split second, a low groan escaping his lips. he made love to me, and i was in absolute heaven. the friction he was creating inside of me was beginning to start a fire, building pressure, pushing me further and further toward the edge. i didn’t care about my damaged face, or the fact that Seth would hold my head under the water for almost a full minute. he would then allow me to resurface, sucking as much oxygen into my lungs as i could, before returning to his tortuous pattern.
he was playing with me, this was all just a childish game to him, and i was taking advantage of every second. gripping my hips he administered one last thrust, emptying his seed deep into my womb. i climaxed, feeling his manhood jerk and spew wads of his hot cum against my cervix. he reluctantly pulled himself out of my ravaged sex, replacing his wonderful member with something terrifying.
i saw the shiny flash of metal, reflecting the colors of the sunrise. he plunged it into me before i even fully realized what the object was. i felt the blade dig into my flesh, slicing and carving into my vaginal walls. he fucked me brutally with the knife, completely ruining me. my blood mixed with his semen gushed out, coating my inner thighs with the gory mess. i screamed, and screamed and screamed. he made no move to silence me, i continued until my voice grew hoarse and eventually failed me. it was a lost cause anyway, there wasn’t a soul out there to hear my pathetic cries for help, and i wasn’t sure that i even wanted to be rescued at this stage in the destruction of my once beautiful form. i began to grow light headed, i blacked out to escape the sheer agony i was in.
the next thing i was aware of was my broken form was being lifted off the ground by my hair. i opened my eyes, greeted by the sight of Seth’s bare chest. his tattoo read “i will make you suffer.” black splotches blinked across my line of vision, and my mind entered the darkness for the last time.
i watched from above as Seth drug my lifeless body away from the water, he kissed my still warm lips, and once again sexually used me. he pulled a backpack from the nearby shrubbery, and produced from it a chain saw. i apathetically looked onward, as he sloppily dismembered my legs from my torso. the motor of the machine was deafening, but it did not quite drown out the disgusting popping sound of my blood vessels being ripped apart. the saw sliced through my thigh bones as if they were nothing but warm butter. blood and flesh were flung by the chain in all directions, splattering Seth’s lovely face with my most precious bodily fluid. he grinned, this time it was the smile he had flashed me at the coffee shop, only a few short days prior. i couldn’t help but to smile as well.

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Laying the carpet… and me!

This is a true account of what happened when I had some new carpets fitted at my house 3 weeks ago, which I thought I would share with you.
I am 31 years old, and after a messy divorce from my husband 6 months ago I bought a new house. It needed lots of work doing to it after the previous elderly owner had died, and I thought the whole project would take my mind off of the divorce. To cut a long story short, all the major work had been completed and the final job was to have new carpets laid in the lounge and dining rooms.
It was Friday morning and the fitters were due to arrive at 11am, and they did so on time. I opened the door to 2 of them, and welcomed them into the house. Both of them were men in their 40’s who asked to be showed where the carpets were to be laid. I showed them into the room and they got to work. Then the doorbell rang again.
“That’ll be Craig, our trainee,” one of them said. “He’s bringing some more of the gear out of the van”.
“I’ll get it,” I said. “You two can get underway”. I walked down the hallway and opened the front door to a younger guy who I guessed was about 17 or 18, and who was struggling with a big, heavy leather tool-bag. He was only about 5 foot 6 or 7 tall and of a slim, athletic build and so I guessed he’d be struggling with the heavy bag.
“You must be Craig,” I grinned. He had short dark hair, brown eyes and a slightly olive skin. He wore a navy football shirt displaying his favourite team’s sponsorship logo and his black shorts hung from his slender waist. He was good looking in a very “boy next door” type of way, and he must have seen me checking out his physique.
“Hi, yes I am.” He smiled back at me, displaying a line of perfect white teeth. His hazel-coloured eyes danced and I saw him run his eyes up and down my own slim figure. As I said, I’m 31. I work out almost every day and I’m proud of my sexy body. I have nice, firm, rounded tits (not too big) and a small waist. The gym keeps my thighs nice and firm and I have several admirers at work.
“Let me help you with that bag,” I almost gushed. I stepped forwards to help the young boy and in reaching out to help him with the bag our hands touched. An electric shock-like charge went through my hand.
“Thanks,” he said “but it’s more awkward really than heavy”. He brushed past me much too close as he came in, and his groing gently brushed against mine. I caught a whiff of his aftershave and my pussy gave a little twinge. His eyes caught mine and he smiled his sweet smile, giving me another closer look at those perfect white teeth. “Which room am I working in?”
I led him into the lounge where the other two were getting underway and left them to it. I couldn’t take my mind off of Craig, and after about half an hour I found myself in my bedroom changing into a shorter skirt that showed off my gym-toned thighs and calves and a tight little top that accentuated my breasts. I checked my make up, and put my shoulder-length chestnut coloured hair into a pony-tail and dabbed a little perfume onto my wrists and neck. I couldn’t believe that I was getting myself ready to seduce this young stud given my age, but I was aching to be touched and loved after my divorce.
I slipped back downstairs and offered the guys a drink. I took the coffees back into the room, and the older two were outside having a cigarette break. I noticed Craig looking me up and down, and I was delighted when he followed me back out to the kitchen whilst I tidied up.
“Have you lived here long?” he asked.
“No, just since my divorce – about six months I think. The house needed lots of work when I moved here, but I think it’s all pretty much done now”.
He grinned. “It’s looking good”, he said as he openly looked at my breasts.
I wasn’t sure if he meant me or the house! I blushed. I only have a small kitchen, and I had to squeeze between him and the cupboards to get to the end to put the coffee away. I think he was actually pushing his groin into mine on purpose, and I could smell his musk as I was trying to move between him and the worktop. I looked up into those hazel eyes and he leant his head down towards me with a smile and our lips almost met, but just as I was about to pull him towards me and kiss him we jerked apart as we heard the other two guys come back indoors from their cigarette break. I blushed crimson again.
As the other two got back to work, Craig said to me “I need to use the bathroom, can you tell me where it is?”
“It’s upstairs,” I flustered back. “Follow me, I’ll show you where it is.”
He followed me closely up the stairs, and I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my arse, undressing me and playing through his mind what my pussy and bottom must look and feel like underneath that tight little skirt. I teased him a little by moving my arse sexily as he followed me upstairs. As we got to the bathroom he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me up against the wall. His gentle, smooth hands cupped my arse grinding my waist against his athletic thighs and he pulled my waiting mouth up to his. His tongue snaked into my mouth and we french-kissed wildly, our tongues exploring, caressing, probing. I nearly came right there and then as I rubbed the bulge in the front of his shorts with my soft, small hands.
I broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “Oh, Craig” I almost whimpered. He said nothing and plunged his tongue back into my mouth for round two. I ran my hands through his hair, down his back and onto his arse and thighs as we kissed and slurped together passionately.
This time he broke away, and breathing heavily said how he’d wanted to fuck me from the moment I opened the door that morning. Somehow, I regained my composure and said that we couldn’t do anything right there and then as his colleagues were downstairs. He was still rock hard in his shorts and I was desperate to rip his shorts off there and then and fuck him on the landing. I resisted.
“Why don’t you come back here this evening?” I suggested. “We can spend the whole evening together”.
We quickly swapped phone numbers, and after another leg-trembling french-kiss he went back downstairs to help his colleagues finish the carpet.
After they had finished and gone, I had a long bath with aromatic bath salts to help me smell and taste sweet for my young stud. After my bath, I dressed in sheer black stockings with black lacey hold ups which gripped my upper thighs sexily. Black knickers and a black lacey bra finished off the look, and I put on my dressing gown. As I was drying my hair, my phone beeped with a text message. My young lover would be here in 40 minutes. I did my make up, and put on some sexy bright red lipstick, which I hoped he would be kissing off of me in about 45 minutes!
Sure enough the doorbell rang, and there he was. Dressed in tight blue jeans which showed off his slender athletic legs and waist, and a blue t-shirt and sneakers. He stepped into the hall, but seemed a little more shy this evening than the rampant, eager young boy he was that afternoon. We went into the lounge and I poured us both a big vodka and tonic, hoping that would take the edge off a bit. We spoke about nothing in particular, his football interests and the team he played for. And that he left school at 18 and fell into being a carpet fitter. I realised that I’d have to take the lead, so I sat next to him on the sofa and gently rubbed his firm thigh, up and down. Somewhere under the denim, his young cock stirred into life. He pulled my eager mouth onto his and french-kissed me, his tongue probing every corner of my mouth. We kissed slowly and deeply, our lips pressed together until I broke the kiss. I laughed.
“What are you laughing at?” he asked, laughing as well nervously.
“Your mouth!” I giggled. “It’s covered in red lipstick that’s rubbed off of me”.
“That’s what the taste was then!” he laughed, more confident now. “It tastes so sweet, I want to kiss you and kiss you some more so it goes all over my face,” he said.
My wish was his command, and I pulled him close for another tongue-twisting kiss.
I broke our kiss, stood up and slowly undid my dressing gown and took it off, letting it fall onto the floor. Craig drank in the sight of my body for the first time clad in the stockings and bra. I sank to my knees and undid his belt and jeans, tugging them gently off of his legs as he sat so they fell to his feet. I realised with a pang that only the thin cotton of his boxer shorts were between me and his bulging cock. A couple of drops of pre-cum had made a small wet patch in his them. I looked up into his eyes, and pulled them gently down to join his jeans at his feet.
His cock sprang up to meet me, just an inch or two from my nose. He was un-cut and not huge, about 5 or 6 inches long in this semi-hard state. I gave him a sexy smile and placed some soft, gentle kisses onto his inner thighs. He moaned slightly, and with that I took his cock head into my mouth. I felt him growing and stiffening in my mouth and he let out a gasp as my tongue went to work on his cock head. His pre-cum tasted warm and slightly salty as I lapped it gently from his hardening rod. Craig placed both hands gently on the back of my head as I began bobbing up and down on him, occasionally coming up for air and kissing his cock end trying to coax more pre-cum from it. I wrapped my red lips back gently round his cock, sliding down the shaft leaving a red smear of lipstick in my wake all the way to the base so that the tip gently nudged my throat and my nose was nestled in his dark pubic hair. At this deep-throating action, I felt his thighs and waist beginning to twitch and pump more urgently and I guessed that my young adonis was about to reach his peak. I sucked slightly harder then. As he gave in to the waves of pleasure sweeping his body his hips and thighs bucked strongly up off of the sofa and he came in my mouth.
There were a few drops of pre-cum, but then his virile young cock flexed and pumped a thick glob of salty, warm sperm into my mouth. I swallowed it with delight, and as he bucked and arched again another bigger shot of his young sperm shot into my mouth. He pulsed about five or six times in all, each load of sperm seeming bigger and tasting sweeter than the last as I milked his still twitching balls. Due to the size of his ejaculation, some sperm slid down his cock, over my fingers and onto the top of his thighs. When I felt certain that I’d milked every last drop from him, I pulled away and began tenderly kissing and lapping at the still-warm sperm on his thighs as he looked down at me, still breathing hard from his huge orgasm. As his beautiful cock left my mouth, it was smeared in lipstick, saliva and the traces of his semen, but still in an almost defiant semi-hard state.
“Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!!” he shouted in glee. “That was out of this fucking world,” and he laughed. “Thank you so much!”
“I’m not finished yet,” I said to him. I stood up, and held out my hand. “You can return the favour to me upstairs now”.
Craig rose from the sofa and was about to pull his boxer shorts and jeans back up from his ankles.
“Leave those here,” I giggled. “You won’t need them!”
My young lover led me up the stairs wearing just his t-shirt and socks, and I had the pleasure of watching those young athletic thighs and arse go up the stairs in front of me. Again I felt the need just to grab him and fuck him hard right there and then, but resisted.
We sat on the bed together and began kissing and caressing. I lifted his t-shirt up over his head and felt my breasts mash up against his sinewy chest through my bra as he laid on top of me, gently caressing and kising me. His soft hands began exploring between my thighs, and I climaxed as his fingers found and probed in between my quivering pussy lips. His keen, young fingers rubbed firmly against the front wall of my vagina, and once he found my g-spot a glorious wave of orgasm built up and tore through my body head to toe. His thumb found my clit, and after a few moments with the double stimulation I felt yet another heavenly wave of pleasure sweep right through me as I arched my back and came hard.
While all this was going on, I didn’t notice his cock begin to stiffen and harden.
“Have you got any condoms?” he breathed.
I was delirious still from my last climax, and badly wanted to feel my young stud’s meat in my belly.
“Don’t worry about them, I want to feel you come inside me,” I gasped. I pulled him close for another passionate kiss and he spread my thighs gently as his still lipstick smudged cock was pointed at my eager, tight pussy. I felt his cock head gently push between my pussy lips as my vagina stretched to welcome him.
He teased me for a couple of moments, until his hips thrust down on me and he pushed his cock home in one sharp thrust.
I sighed with pleasure, “Ah!”. I felt Craig enter me, and I wrapped my smooth creamy thighs around his tight ass. He paused for a second, then began gently fucking me in a slow, gentle and loving rhythm. We kissed and caressed, my hands exploring his back and gently resting on the back of his own arms. After a few minutes, the virile young teenager in him awoke like a slumbering giant as he began to ride me faster and faster. Bucking and thrusting into my helpless pussy, pounding it mercilessly. His balls began slapping my arse as he drove his thick cock into me again, and again, and again. The bed creaked with every thrust of his hips as I wrapped my thighs tighter around his pumping legs and arse, not wanting this to end as he fucked me mercilessly harder and harder.
“Come on baby, fuck my pussy! Harder, harder. Fuck me. Do it.” I urged Craig on – cheered him on almost as if my life depended on it. The onslaught continued as he battered and rammed my pussy with his young cock. I felt myself starting to come harder than I ever had from intercourse in my whole life, as my cunt started to pulse and tighten around his thrusting cock. “I’m coming,” I moaned. “I’m coming now!” And another orgasm tore threw me. My back arched and I writhed hard against my young lover, my vagina throbbing with desire.
I felt his motion start to speed up and his breathing quicken. My young stud was getting ready to come too! I urged him on to his own bellowing orgasm as his thighs and hips bucked hard against me and a squadron of a million virile, hungry, young sperm flicked their tails one last time and swarmed into my helpless pussy. I felt Craig’s glorious, young cock pulse hard about five or six times deep inside my belly as he pumped his potent, teeming sperm into their new home, to feast on my completely defenceless egg.
We kissed passionately as our orgasm subsided and our breathing slowed. His cock remained inside me as his hardness subsided, as we kissed and caressed some more. He gently pulled his beautiful cock out of my sperm-filled and battle weary snatch. And as he did a trickle of his sperm came out of me as well. It dripped onto the bed sheets to mingle with the sweat generated by our orgasm.
We slept for probably an hour or so, my head resting on his chest our arms and legs entangled. My hand rested on Craig’s cock, his pubic hair matted with a mixture of his beautiful sperm and my pussy juice. When we awoke we shared a long shower together where I sucked his cock back to attention as the water trickled down over us. We fucked again in the shower, and twice again in the bed – each time harder and more urgently than the previous time. His virile young cock drubbing my poor pussy into submission and giving me three more helpings of his sweet semen.
We slept.
As he was leaving the house the next morning, I kissed my young buck goodbye at the door. Suddenly, an uncontrollable urge swept over the pair of us and he fucked me again on my new lounge carpet, the one he’d fitted only 24 hours before! I guess that weekend, the new lounge carpet and me both got properly laid!

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My daddy and me.

Daughter tells a story of how she was taken away from her real father, and how she unknowingly meets him later in life.

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Broken Birds, Part 3, Bonding

Part 3
Bonding
They huddled together. Four frightened women squeezed into the back seat of an armored Escalade, watching the sunrise. Their second move in two weeks. None knew why. They knew not to ask.
The Escalade was one of five cars in the convoy. Another car scouted ahead and one lagged behind, taking no chances along a pre-planned route that had few traffic cameras. Tim suspected that it had been an ATM camera that had led to the discovery of their first hideout and a traffic camera that led to the discovery of the second. The hunters were very good.
A light haired, fragile looking young girl sat behind the passenger “shot gun” seat, her head resting on the window, a sad, faraway look on her face. A ball cap hid most of her hair and remained ready to be pulled forward to obscure her features. Rule number one: Never draw attention to yourself. Dressed as the others in a nondescript “hoodie”, she had a delicate beauty with straight nose, wide expressive hazel eyes that seemingly changed color and a sensuous mouth with puffy lips. Her jeans were suitably tight and growing uncomfortable as the drive continued. Her name was Lynne.
Beside her was her mother, a striking raven haired beauty named Rachael. Though they had been roused from sleep with only minutes before leaving, her makeup was impeccable, her hair flowing out the back of the cap she wore. She was tired but showed no outward sign of fear. She had developed an almost childlike trust in the architect of their flight, Beth’s father. She remembered an old line from a movie, “He doesn’t know how to fail.” It had sustained her through the hideous nine months of planning. Their escape had been managed with military precision. Her confidence in him had grown immensely over the past two weeks as Beth began to share her secrets about Michael and his friends.
Susan, her second daughter, sat on the other side. Susan’s features were near duplicates of her mother, though she had a slightly larger mouth and larger breasts. Beneath their similar clothing, however, the women were very different. Susan had been the victim of forced mutilations that haunted her dreams and had damaged her soul. Whereas her mother had resisted, Susan had been broken. She knew she would never have a normal life. Damn that doctor and damn her brother and father.
Beth had the outside window. In many ways, she was the strongest. It had been her gang rape and brutal sodomy that started this journey. For many months she had given in to self pity and the constant physical pain as the doctors tried to repair the physical damage. Her attackers had taken her ability to create life. She had wallowed in a very dark place until her father had torn down the walls of her self-pity. In one night he had taught her about love and the future. It was a memory that kept her warm inside. Michael would find them and be with her again.
Feeling silent sobs beside her, Beth hugged Susan close, gently stroking her cheek. “We’ll be OK. Tim is my Dad’s friend and he knows what he is doing.”
Susan was both fragile and confused. Beth knew her dad, Michael Shannon, would protect them and come for them when it was safe. She had a daughter’s confidence and belief in her father … and a lover’s certainty.
Finally, with the sun at its zenith, they arrived at several small cabins in the woods. A very large man named Jake pointed the ladies to a cabin in the middle.
“I’ve gotta go!” Susan blurted with urgency and ran to the cabin, followed closely by the other three. Jake and the security detail followed, making sure the vehicles were out of sight and covered with thermal blankets. The first detail set up perimeter sensors.
None knew it, but this was to be home for several months.
Michael Shannon and his friends had set a plan of retribution in motion. Now the plan was becoming real, with frightening consequences. Originally intended to destroy those who had raped and mutilated his Beth, it had set catastrophic forces in motion.
Catastrophic for some very powerful people.
Senators, congressmen, agency heads, corporate presidents, international businessmen and even clergy, their children and their families now were exposed. For these four, though, only one man was a direct threat. David Walsh, Rachael’s husband and Lynne and Susan’s father.
They had been in the cabin for a week and had settled into a routine. Dr. Alice Chalmars had accompanied them on their journey in another of the convoy cars. She looked young, but had trained and practiced as a trauma specialist for fifteen years. Her face was plain, almost non-descript, her brown hair cut short, barely touching her shoulders. Her stark makeup applied seemingly to discourage any interest. Her pale blue eyes seemed to glow with empathy. She enjoyed exercise and the slender body it gave her, but she was far from an athlete. Rachael had hired her after an extensive background check by Tim’s organization. Rachael had told her the dangers as well. After learning that all four had been raped and sodomized, one mutilated and two had lost their ability to conceive children, Alice could not refuse. And the money was spectacular.
She had been seeing Beth for several weeks before their flight and marveled at her recovery. Until the beginning of their flight, Beth had wallowed in every negative emotion God had planted in women. The morning they met to begin hiding, Beth had changed radically. Gone were the self-loathing, the hatred of men, the crippling fear of intimacy and most of all the terror of sex. While far from fully recovered, Beth was healing and dreaming of tomorrows.
Alice knew what had happened, of course. She also knew who had helped Beth to begin to live again. Beth had an almost absolute faith and trust in only one man. Alice knew Michael had made love to his daughter. While unconventional to say the least, Alice began to wonder about the “treatment”.
As she came to know Rachael, Susan and Lynne, she began to consider if such “treatment” would also help them.
During their first group session at the cabins, Alice asked Beth about her hopes for the future. She had asked the question many times in many ways. It was a kind of base line test.
“When this is over, I want my Dad and me to move to a quiet tropical island where we can dive and surf and sail.” Beth said after a moment of thought. Alice’s eyes were thoughtful. Always before Beth’s answer had been about ending her pain or getting away from all people so she would never again be hurt.
Alice said, “That’s a bit of a change. Any reason for the change?”
Over the past several weeks, Beth had started to care deeply for Susan and Lynne. Over the past nine months, she had come to love Rachael. Rachael had spent her entire adult life being abused, but she still had the capacity to love and trust. At least Beth thought she did. Beth decided to answer.
“I gave my virginity to a wonderful lover.” She said softly.
“Your virginity?” Alice blurted, a bit flustered.
“When I came back from the hospital the first time, I talked with my Dad. He told me that though my body had been fucked against my will, I had not given myself to anyone yet, so I was still a virgin. It took me a while to understand, but when I made love for the first time, I realized he was right. Gentle. Passionate. Kind.” She giggled a little. “We went from making love, to sex to fucking. It was incredible!”
“Must have been a great lay.” Susan said without thinking. Realizing what she had said could hurt Beth, she quickly apologized. “Sorry. I just meant that it would be wonderful if the man you are with truly loves you and doesn’t just want to get his rocks off.” She spoke with a slight lisp. The tongue stud they had implanted could not be removed without surgery and there was no time or facilities.
Alice turned to Lynne. “Any thoughts?”
Lynne looked at the floor and said, “I don’t know if I could ever give myself to a man. I’m damaged goods.” She began to weep silently.
Susan, “We both are Sis. At least they didn’t get you to that butcher.” Her face seemed to collapse as she sobbed.
Rachael wanted to hug her baby girls, but that was one of the rules. No mothering during sessions. Alice would end the session if she thought damage was being done. Right now she needed to understand what Rachael thought.
Lynne’s confession had triggered maternal instincts in Rachael, so Alice brought her back to the question.
“Rachael. Any thoughts about what Beth said?”
Rachael was silent for a moment, staring at Beth. “I don’t think I’ve ever truly made love with a man.” Her girls knew that though they were the product of rape, their mother loved them nonetheless. “I never had the choice. I’ve had some pleasure, but it has always been my body, not my heart. I don’t think I have ever trusted a man enough to offer him my soul.” Tears welled in her expressive brown eyes.
Alice realized that hugs and tears needed to be shared. “Let’s break the no-hug rule!” She announced.
Rachael was rooted to her chair as the realization of her lost years and opportunities swept over her. She had been a sex toy for most of her life and would never know the kind of loving Beth had just described. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her two girls rushed to her and embraced her, caressed her hair and wet cheeks, their own tears mixing with hers.
Beth was about to speak, but kept silent as Alice put her finger to her lips. This moment could be a breakthrough.
The session lasted the entire afternoon, though Beth left shortly after Rachael’s break down. Rachael and her girls needed time together.
After Rachael calmed a bit and her daughters had taken their seats again, Alice asked, “Do you want to tell us?”
“In a way, I lied. When I was growing up and traveling with my father, I had a wonderful love affair with a young woman who was my tutor and governess. Later I found out that my father had ordered her to seduce me and get me ready for his use. Still, I think she loved me at some level. Anyway I’ve felt that kind of love, just not from a man. I couldn’t ever trust a man that much.”
This unexpected turn worried Alice. With all three vulnerable and naturally submissive, they could determine that they would probably turn to women, following Rachael’s unintended direction.
“What about Michael?” She asked softly. “Do you think he could bring you the joy he gave Beth? Would you trust him?”
It was a desperate ploy to retrieve the situation. She knew that both Lynne and Susan needed a direction for their desires.
“That would hurt Beth,” Rachael said softly. “I couldn’t do that to her. And I’ve had three children and a lot of mileage on this old body, so I couldn’t compete with her anyway.” She paused. “But I’ve thought about it.”
Rachael was actually considering Michael as a lover. Alice knew that Beth loved Rachael and would probably allow Michael to spend a night with Rachael, but that was not the answer. It wasn’t about sex with Rachael. After a lifetime of abuse, she needed a lifetime of love.
“Beth makes him sound like Superman with a big dick,” Susan interjected, with her telltale lisp.
Alice caught that. Beth had just confessed to Michael being her lover today, yet the girls seemed to know quite a bit about their relationship.
“So Beth told you?”
“Not everything. Just that she had a lover. Her story meant it could only be her father. God, I hate the idea of her father abusing her. Just like Dad did me.” Lynne spat bitterly.
“I spent the last 9 months with him while he tried everything we could think of to bring Beth out of the place she was in. You didn’t see her. She was totally broken and in a hole. He did everything a parent could. Then she seduced him. I KNOW. He was so desperate to do anything to help her.” Rachael was shaking with rage at the thought of Michael being compared with David.
Alice saw that Rachael was actually in love with Michael, but could not admit it.
“Time out!” Alice said firmly, seeing that Rachael’s emotional walls were finally coming down.
“You think he’s abusing her?” Alice said directly to Lynne.
“What would you call it?”
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Alice’s mouth. “Unconventional to say the least. It seems to have worked, though. What do you think Rachael? You’ve known Beth since her attack.”
Rachael looked at her daughters. “When I first saw Beth, this is what she looked like.” She fished in her bag and produced a picture taken on the first day. She had gotten it from Michael if this came up.
The picture showed Beth’s hideously disfigured face. “She was a virgin when they got to her. They beat her, broke her nose and cheekbone. The bastards pulled her front teeth with pliers and tried to jam their cocks down her throat so hard that her throat began to close up. If she hadn’t gotten to the ER, she would have died.” Rachael paused. “They jammed a broom handle up her vagina so hard it ruptured her cervix and her uterus, then jammed it in her ass and tore her sphincter. They took a bite out of her breast and put safety pins through her nipples. They burned her clit. After all that, she crawled out a second story window and slid down the roof. Thank God she landed in bushes. Someone saw her fall and got help. After all that they did to her, she still would not give up.”
Both girls looked shocked, their eyes alternating between the picture and their mother.
“They had saved her uterus, but that moron nurse forgot to turn on her meds and she hurt herself. Then they had to take out her uterus. After, she was in the darkest place I have ever seen. We thought she might kill herself. She had six…six operations not counting the teeth implants. She came back from all that! Look at her tonight. If she can do it, so can we.” Rachael continued, her anger spent, now with empathy for her daughters. “What David and Tom and that bastard doctor did to you was a horrible thing and I would give anything to change it.”
She now looked directly at Susan. “We can fix your body. We have to wait until it is safe, but believe me, Shosh, we WILL fix it.”
Alice. “I think it’s time to end this for today.” She was emotionally spent. She had seen the picture and could not believe that Beth had been so destroyed only nine months ago.
The girls had never met Michael, but were desperate to find out if he measured up to the stories Beth had told them.
When they got back to their cabin, Beth was waiting. She had started a simple dinner of steak, salad and potatoes. The three looked haggard and emotionally drained.
“Everything OK? Is there any news?” Beth asked with concern in her voice.
Lynne came to her and hugged her so tight she gasped for breath. Susan did the same. Susan and Lynne left to get cleaned up.
Rachael came to her and embraced her softly, with infinite love.
“What’s that for?”
Rachael spoke softly, “They saw pictures of you that first weekend. I think they realized that if you can still find happiness and love after that, they can too.”
They ate in a comfortable silence, each alone with her thoughts. After cleaning up, Lynne and Susan went to bed.
Rachael stayed behind. She sat next to Beth on the couch. Beth could see that something was troubling her.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
Rachael debated with herself. She did not want to make things difficult, but also did not want to lie.
“After you left, I confessed to having loved another woman. I’m not a lesbian, but she is the only person I have ever made love to. It was a setup, but I gave myself to her just as you did with Michael. Alice asked me if I thought Michael could help me. I won’t ever do anything to hurt you, Beth, but I was thinking about it at dinner.”
She looked intently into Beth’s eyes. She found no anger in those dancing, sparkling eyes.
“Do you want him to make love to you alone? I’m willing to share if he’s OK with it, but I want to be there!”
Rachael took Beth’s hands in hers staring intently. “Don’t tease me Beth. I know Michael loves you completely and would never hurt you. You can’t be serious.”
“Of course I’m serious! Michael also loves you. And I know he’ll love Susan and Lynne if she’ll just keep her sarcasm under control. He hates sarcasm.”
Rachael’s head spun. “Explain.” It was a plea.
“The four of us are damaged and broken. Maybe Lynne has a chance at a normal life, but I’m not so sure. The other three of us will never have a normal life. Too far down that river to paddle back. With what my Dad is doing, I think we’ll have to become a self-contained unit for a long time. That means no man for two or three of us or we learn to share.” Beth smiled at the confusion on Rachael’s face. Beth knew her logic was unassailable.
“Now I want to ask a question. What’s it like to be with a woman? I mean I know what a woman tastes like since that bitch sat on my face, but what’s it like to make love to another woman?”
Rachael pulled her off the couch and led her to Beth’s room, smiling.
Rachael closed the bedroom door softly, holding Beth’s hand. When she turned she began caressing Beth’s cheek with her fingertips, slowly leaning forward to kiss Beth’s full lips. It started slowly and built in intensity. Rachael’s tongue slid along Beth’s lips and into her mouth, slowly caressing the younger woman’s tongue with hers.
Finally the broke apart and stared at each other, clearly surprised at the intensity of the passion. Lust filled eyes searched lust filled eyes.
“Run a bath for us. I’ll get some wine.” Rachael said in a voice filled with passion.
When she returned, the bath was running, Beth lighting several candles to add a romantic atmosphere.
Beth reached for Rachael and brought her into an embrace, feeling breasts pressed against breasts. Oddly, Beth took the lead. Her lips nibbled at Rachael’s neck just behind her ear.
Rachael let out a low moan.
Encouraged, Beth began trailing kisses down Rachael’s neck as she unbuttoned her blouse. Rachael moaned into the teen’s mouth. Beth deftly unclasped the bra and Rachael’s breasts came free. Beth cupped first one and then the other breast. Rachael had obviously had a breast lift. Beth broke the kiss and leaned down to take a hard, brown nipple in her mouth. Her pointed tongue traced around the dark aureoles and flicked over the hard nipple center.
Beth broke away and turned off the bath taps. Rachael leaned back against the bathroom wall, slowly regaining her composure. Beth returned to her and completed undressing her. Then she stepped back, undid her house pants and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. Last came her bra. Her left breast still showed thin red lines from the last surgery. They would fade with time and anti-scar cream.
They eyed each other openly, as neither had ever seen the other naked.
Rachael’s 32B breasts had little sag, the nipples now standing erect with passion. Her belly was marked by faint stretch marks, but was flat and toned. Rachael pirouetted showing off toned calves and thighs and a magnificent tight ass. Clearly she knew a good plastic surgeon.
“It’s not fair,” Beth whined. “You’re gorgeous!”
“As are you.” Rachael felt more confidence than she had ever known.
Beth stepped into the warm bath, extending her hand to help Rachael enter. At first they sat face to face. Soaping each other, content in that moment to just touch each other.
Finally the water cooled and it was time to get out. Rachael rose first and stepped out of the bath. Beth followed and soon they were both wrapped in damp towels.
Rachael retrieved the wine and poured a single glass for both of them.
“We’re going to swap a lot of fluids tonight, Honey, so why use two glasses?” Rachael beamed.
Beth chuckled a bit and took a sip, handing the glass back to Rachael.
“Today was tough on you, Rachael. Lie down on you stomach and let me show you something I learned from Michael.”
She copied her father’s massage technique, remembering the feel of his hands on her over the many nights of her recovery. It had been the one thing that could calm her. She felt her pussy begin to leak, unsure if it was the memory she was repeating or the feel of Rachael’s supple skin.
First her feet, then her legs, then her shoulders, gently moving her hair aside to place a fluttering kiss on the nape of her neck, finally her ass. Michael had not kissed her or massaged her ass, but he would. By the time she had gotten to Rachael’s beautiful ass, the aroma of fresh woman filled the room
“Turn over.” Husky, lust filled voice.
She started with the thighs, stopping just short of Rachael’s pussy, then to her belly, then shoulders, then breasts…
“Please…” Rachael moaned weakly.
Beth smiled, remembering the passion her Dad’s massage had raised in her.
Finally she attended to Rachael’s pussy.
Her labia were naked, no hair. Beth wondered if it had been shaved or waxed. As she gazed at the inviting mound, Rachael’s hands found he head and gently guided her down.
Beth pressed her lips to labia, slowly licking the vertical slit, opening the inner lips, allowing Beth to taste her essence. It tasted slightly pungent, yet fresh. Beth’s tongue burrowed into her tunnel. Gently she opened the inner lips, her tongue exploring the pink mystery.
Rachael flowed freely, her moans becoming louder. Beth positioned her right hand to cup Rachael’s ass, her thumb caressing her crinkled asshole.
Rachael gasped, “Put it in!”
Beth understood and gently jammed her finger into Rachael’s asshole as her lips closed around the clit, sucking hard, her tongue whipping the little love button.
Rachael screamed incoherently. Her hands pulled Beth forward, her legs folded over Beth’s head.
Beth reveled in the pleasure Rachael felt. She continued to flick her tongue over Rachael’s engorged clit, forcing her to climax over and over until her legs relaxed and her hands pushed Beth away from her over stimulated pussy.
Beth climbed onto the bed, her face soaked with Rachael’s juice. For a time, the two women lay side by side, lost in a fog of passion. Finally Rachael turned to face Beth.
“You asked me to show you what it’s like with a woman. Then you show me how incredible it can be. Where did you learn that?”
“I did what my Dad did to me. Only I don’t have a cock to make it feel even better!”
She searched the younger eyes. “Did you really mean what you said about sharing?”
Beth shifted so she could look directly into her lover’s eyes. “I meant ever word. I think we may have kicked over a hornet’s nest, so we’ll be together for a long time. And I love you Rachael. You helped me more than you will ever know. Once I thought I would checkout, but you were there. And before you ask, I don’t see you as a mother figure. I see you as an older sister and lover. You’re gorgeous, sexy and loving. What happened to me was done in hours. They did that to you for decades.”
“Now, let’s figure out how to help Susan and Lynne.”
“Not tonight. Tonight I show you how to make love to a woman.” Rachael winked with humor, pushing Beth onto her back.

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Fucking Dads New Girlfriend

Fucking Dads new Girlfriend
(Let’s listen in on these people telling this amazing ‘true’ story into a tape recorder. The daughter ‘Brenda‘ explains first….)
…..I’m Brenda and wanted to write a story about all this, so I taped it, so I could remember it all. I was still stunned that my plan had worked so well. All four of us, (a few mixed drinks,) and I got them to reveal their inner thoughts about all that had happened into my tape recorder.
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…..We all sat in the living room and I told everyone I was going to write a story about all that had happened. I was taping it to help me remember it all. I gave them all fake names. We all were relaxing. Everyone smiled with no objections.
…..I started the tape, not using our real names of course, and began talking…..
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…..My brother ‘Jack’ and I, I’m ‘Brenda‘, soon knew about our dad, ‘Mel’s new girlfriend ‘Carmine‘. She had this little fetish of liking to watch Jack and I.
…..In our bedrooms, shower and the more skin showing, the better. It was kind of creepy at first. If we undressed, showered or showed lots of skin, she seemed be right there to watch. Dad had shown her porn, but she said once she’d watched people ‘live‘, nothing else took it’s place. Dad told us both privately, ‘just let her do it, it makes her happy and It doesn’t hurt anything.’
…..She was always in a nightgown herself, or see through something. She didn’t wear a bra or panties. She was built real good with nice size tits. My brother sure didn’t mind how she looked. I wasn’t into girls, but she was very sexy looking to me.
….Little did dad know, watching us was just the beginning.
She talked to my brother Jack and I. She said: “Jack, Brenda, Just leave your door open and let me watch you, that’s all.” Mel (dad) says it‘s ok with him.” We wanted our privacy at first, then we got a little turned on when she would peek at us as she stood standing in a doorway. After a few weeks, Jack told me she secretly ask him to wank while she watched. It was a big turn on for him. She was a good looking woman, she had nice tits, nice ass and dressing real sexy. It was hot for Jack to have her to look at and watch him while he wanked.
….A while later, she started rubbing her pussy while watching us. That really turned Jack on. It took me a while, but soon she rubbed her pussy and tits as she watched me in my night clothes.
….. One night in bed, I pulled down my panties some, and I just started fingering my self as she watched. I wanted to see her reaction.
….I got turned on by her watching me. She slowly got close to my bed. She opened her robe and I saw her naked full bush pussy. She spread her legs apart, and rubbed her big clit. I rubbed my clit until I orgasmed big. She orgasmed at the same time with me. We both moaned quietly and were out of breath. This was a new and exciting thrill for me.
She slowly began to get even bolder……
……Soon she sat on each of our beds to watch us. Next she laid on our beds facing us and fingered her own pussy while we wanked. We agreed this was a real turn on watching her as she watch us. Jack and I now told her when we were going to wank, so she could come watch us. Dad was happy, he said this made her hot and they had great sex after she watched us.
It was strange, but we liked it, and never said a word to outsiders.
Then things began to change.
Jack told me she was laying on her back facing him, watching him wank as she fingered her clit. She got very excited watching him and whispered: (“..oh please…can I do that for you?”)
(Jack interrupted)… “A hand job?, hell yes!“
(everyone laughs!…Carmine smiled and got a little red in the face….I chuckled and continued…)
…..Jack told me he reached over and put her hand on his cock. She started slowly jacking him. He said she got real excited and gasp for breath as she jacked faster. She started rubbing her pussy fast. When he shot his load, she moaned and squirmed her body. Now she was giving hand jobs with no complaints from Jack!
(everyone chuckled…)
I felt a little left out. I wanted more action too. I didn’t have long to wait.
I told her that night I was going finger myself if she wanted to watch. I wanted her to finger me like she jacked my brother.
When I was younger, I had one close girlfriend who we fingered each other, and one night we even licked each others pussy’s. I liked it but I was into boys, and my boyfriend was fucking me real good, and eating my pussy too.
I planned out a hot show for Carmine to see if she would finger me.
She came in that night and laid on my bed facing me to watch me finger myself. I took my panties off and scooted my pussy close to her, opened up my legs wide, putting one leg over her and started in with moaning as I fingered myself. Her one hand started rubbing her pussy as she watched. Her other hand was on her leg, just inches away from my wet pussy. I increased my fingering and then started using both my hands. One inside my pussy, and the other to rub my clit. I bounced my hips, thrusting my pussy hi in the air and moaning. She put her hand closer to my pussy as she watched. I scooted down some so her hand was almost touching my pussy. Finally Carmine moaned and whispered. (“…I’ve never fingered a girl before, could I maybe try it with you?)
….. I reached down, took her fingers and eased them in my wet pussy. I moved her fingers out of her pussy, then put mine in. She began to tremble at the new feelings. I reached for her G spot. She reached for mine. Now we both got really hot. ….We moaned quietly and began to both gasp for breath. I guided her hand in me to work my G spot good. I moved her thumb to rub my clit at the same time. I did the same to her. We were really getting hot and wet. We tried to moan quietly. I felt her body lock up, squeezing her pussy tight on my fingers. She had a huge shaking orgasm. She tried to muffle the moan. I moved her hand fast in me and I too orgasmed big. I tried to moan quietly as I could. We lay there squirming our pussy’s and panting for air.
She was now hooked on fingering me.
(Carmine interjected…)
“I sure was!….this was hot sexual fun for us both.”
(..everyone listened intently as I continued.)
This was great. Sometimes I just let her get me off, while I thought about fucking a hot guy at school. She got good at it, and anytime…. she was willing to finger me to a great orgasm.
….This went on for while, but she must have been wanting more. Jack said she was getting her face real close to his cock when she wanked him.
….Did she have the urge to suck on his cock? We thought so. Jack said: “I’m going to find out.” He devised a plan to see if she would. ….That night he told her he was going to wank. She quickly whispered: (“…oh….I’ll do it for you, let me do it please.”) They set a time and she came in to wank him. They lay 69 as she stroked him. He reached over, ran his hand inside her robe.
….She jumped, as he had never done this before. She had no panties on as he felt her full bush. He slowly rolled her towards him as he rolled toward her. As they faced each other 69, he lifted her upper leg and started gently fingering her wet pussy. She made no effort to stop him, but just moaned quietly. She was now stroking him with his cock right in her face. He said her eyes got big and her fingers trembled as she stroked him. He moved his face real close to her pussy. Now his cock was almost touching her lips.
I don’t think dad had planned on this going this far and she was taking a big risk. Her desire was slowly overriding the feeling of risk. He watched her licking her quivering lips. He rubbed her clit slowly.
She took her other hand and stopped him.
….He stuck his finger in her pussy. She pulled his finger out.
She sat up and whispered: (“..I…want to go further with you but we have to wait till your dad’s not home…ok? Right now I want to watch you cum as I finger my self, next time we’ll go further and not have to worry about getting caught.”)
……The thought of that really turned my brother on and he wanked himself fast while watching her masturbate herself. She really got into it and felt her own tits and squirmed as she put 4 fingers in her hot pussy. She moaned as she orgasmed big. When he shot his load, she grabbed his cock and wanked with him. His cum shot on the side of her face. Jack had never seen her this turned on before. Her body twitched and she muffled her moans. She kept jacking him slowly and playing with his cum. Her pussy was sopping wet as she worked her fingers in it. She lay there with him as they both caught their breath. She took the cum on her hand and brought it to her lips. She tasted his cum, then got up and ran out of the room.
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…..She didn’t watch us anymore. She was waiting for a time when dad would be gone for a long time. We all waited. Weeks went by until dad said he was going to a over night fishing trip.
…..One night she quietly came in my room with my brother Jack. She sat on my bed and she whispered: (“…we want to do something while dad is gone….we just discussed all of us getting together….we’ve both always wanted a threesome. Are you game for it?”) Jack stood behind her nodding his head ’yes’ real big.
Jack and I had never done anything sexually together. That thought and with her too, got me instantly hot. I started smiling and nodded my head ‘yes‘.
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…..Dad left that night and that’s when things got crazy.
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….I walked out of my bedroom to find Jack and Carmine kissing and feeling each other up right at the end of the hallway. They were undressing each other. I stood in the shadows and watched. …..Their clothes went flying off and soon they were both naked. They turned and walked towards my bedroom. I stood there all hot as they came up to me, all smiles. They started undressing me. My heart was beating fast as they both slowly removed my blouse, bra, shorts and panties. They both started feeling me up. I had to lean on the hall wall as my legs began to tremble. They took my hands and put them on their bodies. I had never done this before and It was the hottest I’d ever been. Carmine stepped back, and just let Jack I go at it.
(Jack talked now….)
I’ve never messed with my sister Brenda, but I’ve sure thought about it. She has the sweetest tits and ass and now I get to feel them. I’ve never seen her turned on like this and I’m loving it. My cock is rock hard over these two, but doing it to my sister is such a taboo thing, I’m getting extra excited about it. I wondered how she felt about it….
(I talked…)
I’ve wondered at times what it would be like to have sex with my brother, but stopped the thoughts as it always made me horny and it was so taboo to have sex with your brother. Oh god I’m so hot for him right now. Our hands are both shaking. I’m actually feeling my brother up. I’ve peeked at him before, but now his cock is hard and sticking out. His hands on my tits are giving me pleasure shocks in my pussy. I’m going to feel his boner for the first time….Oh my god….it’s so warm and big.
(Carmine spoke…..)
….just watching these two do there first feel up is got my pussy dripping wet. Watching their trembling hands is a real turn on. I’ll let them enjoy themselves and slowly add my hands in. Now they’re going to know the hidden me and my desire to watch and feel live bodies to start with. I going to give them the sexual thrill of their lives. I can’t wait to suck his young cock and eat her sweet little pussy.
…..When I was young, my two older brothers started tickling me one day when mom and dad were gone. Then one held me down and the other started feeling my little tits and then my pussy. I got really turned on. I giggled and didn’t resist at all. They ended up sucking my titties and licking my pussy. I watched them both jack off in front of me. I rubbed my little clit with them.
….. We never had sex, but I loved the sex foreplay they gave me and the attention from them. We did this every chance we got. Next time they had me jack them off. Watching them shoot hot cum on my hand was thrilling. …..Then next time, I sucked on their dicks as they shot their cum on my face in my mouth. I miss doing that and all the hot sexual feelings they gave me. I let them lick my pussy anytime they wanted, while I watched them jack off. They gave me my first orgasm, and many more.…..Mel is not into much foreplay. Now I’m going to show these kids what foreplay is all about….
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Jack and I both described how it went…
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(Jack spoke)
….I had peeked at my sister naked before, but the taboo thing keep putting a damper my thoughts of fucking her. She had nice soft looking tits and a tight round ass. I loved her long blond hair and she did make me very horny. Now we were going for it. I started with her nice tits.
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(I spoke)
Jack was a cool brother and I too tried not to be sexually attracted to him, but I had my private thoughts, and they were hot for him.
…..It started in the hallway with Jack and I when we started a mass feel up on each other. With Carmine watching us and getting turned on, which made it all the hotter. We were experiencing a new sex thing for us. Jack knew just how to feel me and get me so very hot. Now that it was a ‘go’ to let our desires go for it, we really got into hot sexual feelings.
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(Jack spoke)
My sister is so sexy when she’s turned on. I was in heaven feeling her hot body. Carmine watching and feeling herself made it hotter. We could feel our bodies tremble knowing we were going to fuck for the first time. All three of us were breathing hard as the excitement was making us all crazy. Carmine soon joined in and started feeling us as we felt each other. We started feeling her too. As a guy, having 4 tits to feel and two pussy’s was blowing my mind…..
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(I spoke…)
Carmine had such a hot body, and never having sex with a woman, was a mega turn on for me. I was having the best of both worlds. She had big tits and I loved to feel them. I loved the feel of big nipples and playing with them….but…right now I was so horny I wanted to fuck my brother bad. I wanted to lay down right in the hallway and fuck him even with Carmine watching. We all started moving towards Carmine’s big bed.
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(Jack spoke….)
…..I was now so hot to fuck my sister, Carmine had to be second. I laid sis down and started sucking her sweet tits. Carmine was panting, going crazy feeling sis and I up as we felt each other. I could wait no more and put sis’s legs up and began licking her pussy. She had shaved a long light brown runway down to her pussy. Her clit was large, puffy and bright reddish pink. I put my lips on it and sucked it.
She jumped and squirmed and rubbed her own clit along with my tongue. Carmine sucked on sis’s tits as she fingered herself, and felt her own tits. The girls were really moaning good now. Carmine started fondling my boner as I licked sis’s sweet wet pussy. I moved up to put my boner in sis as Carmine stuck her head between my legs and started licking my balls. I put my boner in sis’s warm pussy for the first time.
…..We began instantly fucking as it was a perfect fit. Sis really knew how to fuck, and worked her pussy around on my boner. I was up on my knees and put sis’s legs up on my shoulders. Then we felt Carmine’s tongue licking us from underneath as we fucked. I looked at sis, her eyes were closed and moaning like crazy. I felt her pussy clamp down on my boner as she began to shake all over.
I held her tight as I pushed my boner in as far as I could.
I felt a huge cum jolt out of me and start pumping in her. We both yelled our moans as we fucked as fast as we could. Cum was flowing out of her overfilled pussy. Carmine was right there licking it beneath us. I was having the best cum of my life as my boner just kept on cuming. Moans from everyone now. Shaking, trembling, squirming as it went off the pleasure scale. Carmine was fingering herself fast as the bed shook with us all squirming. Sis and I locked our arms around each other and fucked together for a long time. I remember hearing the squishing of my cum in her pussy….. Our minds slowly just drifted away….
….I kinda came to with 4 hands feeling me all over. The girls were slowly lifting me off sis an onto Carmine wide open legs. They both guided my still rock hard boner to Carmine’s awaiting wet pussy. Carmine rubbed my boner up and down on her full bush, driving me crazy. Sis’s hands were all over me, feeling my balls and body. Sis and Carmine were both kissing my neck and sis was kissing me all over. I felt Carmine putting my boner in her pussy. She grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled me in deep. She moaned a long moan and started moving her pussy around on my boner. Sis was feeling my balls and massaging them as Carmine and I began to fuck slow. My spent body came to life as I had no choice but to fuck this beautiful woman I had dreamed of fucking for so long.
….Carmine pulled my boner in deep with each stroke. I felt the bottom of her pussy and beyond. My mind was dizzy with hot pleasure. Two hot woman had made me their slave of pleasure. Sis was hot all over again and she gasp for air. I loved the feel of her hands all over me while I fucked Carmine. I grabbed on to Carmine’s big tits and started fucking faster with her. Carmine was going wild with moaning and fucking me fast and deep. Sis started fingering herself as she felt us both.
….Sis laid on my back humping my butt while fingering her clit. My boner now had a life of it’s own and pushed me up to a peak cum, all new to me.
….I shot….. and saw bursts of light in my head. I didn’t know a woman could fuck as fast as Carmine. Her arms held me strong as he moaned loud in my ear. Sis yelled in my other ear. I didn’t care how loud they yelled as my cum came shooting in Carmine. We all shook and squirmed like animals. From somewhere my cum filled Carmines pussy as she cried out my name. I had made her peak to a new place in sexual highs. She gasp, shook and moaned and just kept on with it for a long time. I went back to pleasure land in my head and sucked air over and over.
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(I spoke)…afterwards I was in the shower thinking….
I was numb for a long time. All this was over the top for me. My pussy tingled at just the thought of what had happened. What was next… …my mind wandered in it’s joy. Brother Jack and Carmine had taken my sexual feelings and took them up off the scale. I wanted more sex with Jack and Carmine, that’s all I knew. A threesome opens up many new things to do sexually. I wanted them all. Jack and I fucked like no other boyfriend I’d ever had before….oooooo…that warm water feels so good on my sensitive clit now.
(Carmine reflected back and spoke….)
…..I’ll never forget that night. The waiting and waiting, knowing I was going to get more sexual action than my brothers ever gave me.
(I spoke….)
…..The next day dad got home real tired and flopped down on the couch. We all greeted him with smiles. Jack on one side, me on the other and Carmine with her legs over his, sitting facing him. Dad said: “Well…how did it go without me?”
Jack said: “Brenda was a little bitch!, I said: “Jack was mean to me, he’s a shit! “ Carmine said: “I had to use the belt on them!, they fought the whole time!” (we were all smiling the whole time).
(Dad said….)
“That bad huh?….well I’m going fishing next weekend too…so you guys will just have to learn to ‘get along’ somehow.” We all moaned with fake displeasure.
(Dad talked…..)
……..I knew damn good and well you guys all had a sex fest. You all forgot to cover their tracks about one thing. The aroma of sex. I could smell pussy and cum in our bedroom…
….but I had a little secret,
so….. I was very pleased.
I knew Carmine would end up having sex with both of you, and you all would have a good time.
I went into the bathroom later and made a quiet call with my cell phone to my sister. (“Are you up for another all nighter this coming weekend?”) My sister said: “Oh my god…. YES!…
The soreness in my pussy will be gone by then!”
….hmmmm…I thought….maybe fucking me and 5 of my buddy’s was a bit to much for sis…..
(we all looked at dad wide eyed!)
…..Sis and I started having an affair right after her divorce. She was a year younger than I and I used her. I practiced making girls hot. We never fucked due to the ’taboo’ thing. We did every thing else though. Feeling, licking, sucking, fingering and jacking me off. Now we were adults and she just divorced. I went to her apartment and within 5 minutes we were fucking long and hard right on the living room floor. She turned out to be a real nymph. She liked lots of guys to fuck her and loved gangbangs on her. I arranged them for her with my buddy’s.
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Stop tape.
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We all sat in shock at what had come out. Finally…
Carmine began to chuckle, then dad, Jack and I.
(we’d all had several drinks in us by now.)
…..I put in a new tape, and turned it on to catch the next conversations.
…. All this disclosure was making me so hot, I wanted go fuck with Jack and Carmine real bad. I wasn’t alone. The ‘looks’, I got from Jack and Carmine told me we all wanted to go have one of our fuck fests.
(Dad spoke….)
…..We’ll how did it go when I went to my false fishing trip with my sister and buddy’s that next weekend?
(Carmine started telling it…)
….Well, that wonderful weekend, while you and your buddy’s were fucking your sister….. .DEAR!….(she grins), we had our second threesome. Right after you left we all jumped in the shower…. together! Your two rascal kids attacked me (she grins)…after practically ripping my robe off, they giggled and felt my private parts! (giggles all around the room). Jack ‘made’ me hold his big boner and Brenda stuck her fingers in my pussy and got me all hot. (Oooooo’s from all around the room.)
(Jack interrupts…)
“Bull…Carmine got on her knees and ….and…it’s to shocking to talk about dad!” (every one laughs.)
(I took over talking….)
…..Dad, it was so fucking hot, I almost peed in the shower. We all had our hands all over us. Feeling, fingering, jacking and licking. Carmine started it when she sucked on my nipples while she fingered me. Jack stuck his boner in her pussy from behind her. We were all wet and slick with soap all over us. I held on to Carmine’s tits to keep from falling down.
Jack was tongue kissing me over Carmine’s shoulder. I reached down and felt Jack’s boner going in and out of Carmine pussy, while she felt my G spot with her slick fingers. I started having a big orgasm as we all moaned together. I felt Jack’s hot cum shooting out of Carmine’s pussy onto my fingers. I had a wonderful trembling orgasm as Jack shot is hot cum over and over in her. She climaxed a big one. We all slowly sunk to the floor of the shower and moaned in our weakness.
(That description got us all very hot!)
…..Dad stood up, came over and whispered something in Jack’s ear. He then grabbed a smiling Carmine’s hand and over to the other big couch they went. They started tearing clothes off each other… Oh my god….they were going to fuck right now, in front of us!
….Next thing I knew, the room went dark. Jack had turned off the lights. I felt him pushing me down on the couch and was tongue kissing me. I giggled as we both tore buttons and jerked our clothes off each other. Four beautiful moans just added to the fever. We all just let go and felt, licked, sucked and attacked each other. Jack and I listened to Carmine and dad make hot moaning sounds and Carmine’s legs rubbing on the leather couch……the slapping sound of them fucking was awesome. We heard Carmine moan loud….”Oh Yessssssss!!!”
….I held Jack tight as our tummy’s slapped together loud too. I didn’t know I could move my hips to fast. I remember saying: “Oh God!…. There!!!”…. as I had the climax from heaven, when Jack shot his mega load in me. Each shot of his cum made us shudder with high pleasure and outbursts of moaning joy.
….We all heard our four glorious moanings…. My pussy squeezed around Jack’s boner, all by itself. His boner vibrated my whole climaxing pussy…. I felt every burst of his cum shots. We just shook and squirmed….over and over. We heard dad and Carmine’s moaning and gasping for air…for a long time….
………..The tape recorder was still running and recorded it all……..
(Stop Tape.)
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….I made a copy of the tape for dad and Carmine. They, like Jack and I, loved to play the tape before sex now, and of course everyone’s favorite part is…
we can never agree on that.
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I stopped playing the tape….pushed my computer chair back and gave out a big sigh….There!, it’s done. I smiled content but exhausted. I yelled out: “OK guys, the story is finally finished!”….(that was a big mistake!) They all came over and attacked me. They started taking all my clothes off and said things like: “You little bitch, how dare you tell all our personal secrets!” and “Get Her!, make her pay for writing such a sick story!” I got weak giggling as they stripped me naked. They all got me on the rug and began to feel me, kiss me, lick me, finger me …even my own DAD!
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….I was sore for days….(I have tough life.)

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Satan’s book 4

So yeah, part 4, I know part 3 was rather strange but it was fitting for the story, I don’t really feel like killing it just fitted. Now on to chapter 4.

Fiction

Backyard yoga

After a power outage at work, two co-workers do some yoga and end up having sex outside in the backyard