How I met my darling wife on the mountain….
My story takes place back in the late 80’s, when PC’s and Digital Cameras still were a rarity, but
which I had in my possession, using them for my main hobby: taking photos.
This was a hot (well, hot by Norwegian standards, 25 deg C or 80 deg F) summers day and I had
decided to venture up to my favorite mountain spot, some 500 feet above where I lived.
Down in the valley, the air was still and uncomfortable, but I knew there would be a small
breeze up on the mountain.
I filled my backpack with some necessities like lots of water, some sandwiches, my camera,
some sunscreen and a sun pad. Whenever I visit my secret mountain ledge, I always try to lie
down nude and enjoy the sun as much as possible; back home there were just too many onlookers.
The ledge was not large, but enough so that I could lie down in comfort and be sure not to have
any audience. I put on my lightest mountain dress and went along, eager to reach my destination.
The walk up to the mountain was a steep and tiresome journey, and sweat started to wet my
wardrobe. This was not a nuisance, it meant I could lie down and consume the sun rays,
without having to put on any sun lotion until later.
I certainly hoped the breeze was up there as expected….
Whenever I want to reach the ledge, I have two paths to follow. Either straight up a mountain side,
which involves a bit of climbing, or walk around the top and enter the ledge from behind and
above, which meant a longer walk, but an easier one.
Fortunately, it would turn out, I decided to do the latter!
When I was starting my descend from the top down to the ledge, I was surprised to see someone
already occupying “my” spot. Damn! No one ever came up here, this was a first, and I thought
about retreating and find somewhere else.
But, as luck would have it, I took a closer look and found to my astonishment that whoever
was down there were lying down NUDE, and it was a female!
Wow! My curiosity (and my horniness!) made me go closer and investigate.
This was a gorgeous young female, perhaps 17, short and curvy, blond hair (blue eyes as I
later found out) and her tits were amazing; full, abundant, with thick nipples and a large
deep brown areola, but not saggy at all!
She was lying on a thin pad, wearing only a set of earplugs connected to a walkman, which
sounded like blasting into her ears. Lucky for me, because it meant I could approach her
without her noticing me. And better still, she was engaged in a serious masturbation,
her eyes closed, frigging her cunt with gusto and squashing her soft melons, moaning hard!
I already had my camera ready and started to take several shots of her performance, in different
angles, zooming in on her private parts now and again.
What a delightful sight, my manhood slowly rising to the occasion, which made me feeling more and
more uncomfortable. I let go of my camera and started to disrobe quietly, making sure she did
not sense my presence. She was too busy anyway, so I managed to shed my clothes completely
and got down on my knees just beside her. Taking one of her tits in my mouth, I barely managed
to suck on her delicious nipple, before she jumped up, tearing her earphones off, yelling
“What the fuck!” – and – “Mr. Evans!?”.
That’s when I noticed who she was: Betty, one of the few young girls in my neighbourhood!
I must admit to having ogled her (and her friends, all equally hot) whenever I met upon her.
Here she was, using “my” spot in search for an orgasmic pleasure, one I would have died to
give her myself. And soon I did!
She desperately tried to cover herself, but her clothes were behind me in her bag, and I was
holding her down slightly, even though she could not run away.
“Betty,” I said “You seem to enjoy Yourself today?”. “I, I…” she stammered.
“Don’t be afraid. I won’t tell anyone. As long as You agree to my proposal!”
“What proposal?” she whispered and swallowed.
“Well, I thought we could continue what You just started and have a good time, since we’re both
alone up here?” “What do You mean? I can not be with You! You’re old enough to be my father!”;
she started to become a bit certain of herself.
In fact I was only 15 years her senior, but when You’re at her age, everyone older than 20 is
going senile, at least in their eyes.
“Well, I have a few pictures of You, playing with Yourself, which I easily can print out and
send to Your parents, friends and school! Would You prefer that?”
She held her breath and a tear started to emerge from her eyes.
“Nooh….” she uttered, hardly audible.
My dick was now at full mast and I took the opportunity of her confusion to straddle her
chest facing her. My rod was bobbing in her face and she were staring at it, wide eyed
and grimacing. “Just open Your mouth and let me teach You how You may pleasure a man!”
“You’ll enjoy it too, darling Betty.” “Nooo…” she mumbled and shook her head from side to side.
“Remember the photos!” I sternly told her, and she froze.
Without much hesitation, I simply let my cock head slide inside her warm and wet oral cave,
the experience sending a chill down my spine. “Damn, this is heavenly” I thought to myself.
She on the other hand seemed somewhat uncomfortable, having such a large object entering her
mouth for the first time. It turned out, she was a virgin in all respects and her sucking
skills were nonexistent. I began to move my dick further inside her mouth and was soon entering
her throat, but not without her starting to gag. I retreated from her throat to ease her pain.
“Stay calm, breath thru Your nose and simply try to swallow it!” I told her.
She seemed to get my message and calmed down.
“Now rotate Your tongue around the head and along the base.”
“And stick Your tongue in my peehole as much as You can!”
She was an attentive pupil and tried her best to comply.
I continued my attack on her throat and moved my dick back and forth,
holding on to her head and fucking her face vigorously.
What a unexpected treat this mountain trip turned out to be!
While she tried her best to satisfy me orally, I had my hand in her slit, moving first one,
then two fingers inside her shaven cunt.
I really enjoy women who shave their crotch; it makes their important parts so much easier
to access and there’s nothing to obstruct the view of the delicious female genitals!
By now, Betty was squirming and moaning “loud” (she was almost muted by my cock).
Her throat muscles flexed and tensed hard around my cock deep inside her,
which sent me over the edge in no time.
My cock started to swell inside her, which she noticed too.
“OK, I’m starting to cum, Betty!” “Make sure You swallow ALL my cream!!”
Then a huge load of cum blasted deep inside her throat, making her gag slightly,
but she managed to swallow most of my precious cream.
After 5-6 spurts, most of which my dear Betty managed to gulp down, I was drained.
Some sperm leaked out thru her lips, running down her chin and neck, glistening in the
bright daylight. I scooped up as much of the leakage as possible and fed her.
“Keep sucking my dick, Betty!” I ordered her.
I kept my rod inside her mouth for a while, enjoying the warmth of her saliva.
As I removed from her mouth, my dick was still fully erect, thanks to Betty and her
continued pleasuring of my cock.
She on the other hand slumped down on her pad, seemingly exhausted.
Moving down to her chest, I took first one tit in my mouth, sucking and biting her nipple.
The other tit, I massaged and squeezed quite hard. Then I swapped tits.
Betty started to moan and cry softly. She would gasp each time I bit hard on her nipple,
almost to the point of blood leaking out.
I mauled and kissed each tit, enjoying her response to my performance.
Her nipples seemed to grow even bigger from my administration,
and they were so delicious I could have licked and sucked them forever.
She was soon covered in hickeys and bitemarks from my intense action.
Sweat started to appear on her forehead and in the valley between her tits.
It tasted ever so sweet when I licked all over her beautiful mammaries.
Squeezing them together, I straddled her chest and began to pound my cock in and out of this
artificial orifice, which gave me intense gratification and led me to the brink of cumming.
Not wanting to risk cumming too early, I moved further down her abdomen
until I had her vaginal paradise in full view.
Holding her thighs back and wide open with my hands I started to kiss and lick from the top
of her mons, all the way down to her anal opening, causing her moaning to go faster and louder.
Moving back again I sucked her engorged clit firmly into my mouth.
This caused it to swell noticeably and made Betty squirm, her moaning increasing to an even higher
level and I could feel her getting seriously moist and sensitive.
I curled my tongue and started to penetrate her cunt with it as deep as possible,
wiggling my nose against her clit. This was unbelievably hot!
I inhaled her delicious scent and slurped her cream, never wanting this moment to end!
Within minutes she bucked her hips, shook furiously and cried out her orgasm and flushed my
face with her warm cunt honey. I swallowed as much as I could of her sweet nectar,
but most of it escaped, wetting my face, her thighs and the sun pad.
Seizing the opportunity of her ecstatic bliss, I prepared my next move.
I took hold of her knees, lifting them and forcing them back, until her arms were locked down,
keeping her fully under my command. Her butt lifted from the pad, giving me perfect access to
my most desired target: her virgin cunt!
Betty seemed to know what was about to happen and started to protest:
“NOOO! Mr. Evans! Please don’t! I’m still a virgin!! AAAAGGHHHH!!”
Not giving her protests any attention, I led my hard cock to her cunt opening and forced my way in.
“AAAAUUUU!!! NOOOOO!!!” she cried.
Her vaginal tunnel was narrow, clasping my dick as I continued inside.
Not far within her cunt I reached her virginal defense, as I expected.
With a quick thrust, I ruptured her hymen and moved further inside, until I reached her cervix.
An inch of my dick was still outside her vagina. God, was she small!
I let my dick rest inside her for a bit, to let her recover from the violent attack.
She bled quite a bit, but this only added to the lubrication of her cunt and the bleeding
soon stopped. Betty was now sobbing but also shaking.
I leaned down and took hold of both her tits, mauling them with my hands.
Not stalling any longer, I started to withdraw my cock until only the head was inside her.
Her vaginal walls tried to hold me back, but with a forceful push I again bottomed out.
Betty yelled out loud: “AAAAUUUUGGGGGHHHH!!”
I started a rhythmic in out movement inside her, slow at first, but picking up speed fast,
until I was fucking her with vigour and great force.
Since I had already cum in her mouth (a lot too) I managed to keep up for almost 40 minutes.
Meanwhile, Betty was both moaning and sobbing, eyes closed.
She seemed to enjoy her unwelcome fate more and more and I soon noticed a smile on her face.
No doubt this was a hot little bitch! I could feel her orgasm hard at least twice, holding
her breath and shaking uncontrollably, wetting my fuck pole with more of her warm elixir.
As could be expected, I was in pussy heaven, and even Betty beamed ecstatic satisfaction
from our magical love making!
“Oh shit!” a sudden thought entered my mind!
“How ooold aaare You, dear Betty?” I managed to stammer.
At first she seemed to ignore me, but finally she opened her eyes and spoke:
“I just turned 16!”. “Ah, Thank God!!” (Our sexual age limit is 16)
I suddenly pictured myself locked up and saw my freedom vanish before my eyes!
Thankfully, I could keep on fucking my hot vixen, her butt and abdomen shaking wildly
while her mugs were trapped under her legs. She was so incredibly hot!
At last my member started to swell and another thought came to me:
“Shit, she probably isn’t on the pill!” and of course I had no rubber on.
Too late, my volcano was erupting, sending hot baby-making lava out my hard and hurting manhood,
filling her ripe uterus with my tiny, tail wagging soldiers of misfortune.
Betty could also feel what was about to happen and cried out loud:
“NOOOOOOOHHH!!! You cannot cum inside me, Mr. Evans!!!”
“Sorry, mi amor! AAAAAAAAHHHH! Sweet Jesus!”
Spurt after spurt came gushing out my cock and kept filling my hot young bitch.
Shock and satisfaction were both evident in the eyes of my baby, filled with tears of joy.
I kept pounding her cunt hard till I was totally spent, feeling well how long her
orgasm kept flowing, her body shaking and her cunt pulsating trying to milk my cock.
I have never cum so hard in my life and stars seemed to shine before me.
Streams of semen came in a steady flow down her butt as soon as I removed my now deflating cock.
I slumped into Betty’s embrace, letting her legs down and kissed her softly.
She was still breathing fast, but I wrapped my arm around her neck and pulled her close.
I forced her lips open with my tongue and pushed deep inside her mouth.
I went on an oral expedition and sucked her tongue with force.
Soon our tongues were fighting hard in a sloppy form of WWII, sucking, licking and
penetrating each other mouths.
This hot man teaser really gave her all and kissed back like a pro.
All this oral excitement soon trickled down to my “virgin conqueror” and I could feel it
stir once again. I ordered Betty to lie face down on the pad and to get on all fours.
She happily complied and I moved behind her.
I started to lick her bum hole, which made Betty shiver and gasp.
I entered two fingers inside her cunt and was greeted with a thick mixture of semen, blood
and pussy juice. With my soaking fingers I managed to pry open her ass hole and make sure
she became well lubricated inside her bum.
She was soon ready for my third “unwelcome” attack of the day: her ass!
Betty probably anticipated what would happen, so when I led my cock to her bum and was ready
to enter, her ass hole was shut tight. But she never saw my next move coming:
SLAP! I used my right hand to spank her right buttocks hard. Her nice round ass cheek vibrated
and got red in an instant. SLAP! My left hand hit her left cheek in the same manner.
Betty squealed like a beaten pig at each blow and her tits bounced wildly below her.
SLAP! On the third blow I managed to enter her sphincter with ease since her body now was
occupied with the slapping pain. With a loud plop I finally was inside her bum.
Betty managed to keep silent, but gasped and started to breath fast.
Her rear hole were even tighter than her pussy, but I managed to wiggle my way inside her,
until my balls met her pussy. I rested for a bit, but soon withdrew my cock completely.
I spanked her with extensive force once again, held a tight grip on her hips and with a
quick push bottomed in her anal cave. Betty let out a loud and heavy groan and raised her head
abruptly and with eyes closed. Her rear was now a deep red from all the spanking, but I added
a few more slaps to make her bum shake in that wonderful, lustful way.
I then took hold of Betty’s shoulders and started ramming my cock hard into her behind,
sending shivers thru my spine and giving Betty great pleasure too, judging by her loud moans
and heavy pussy vibrations.
I plowed hard into Betty’s behind for twenty minutes or so, feasting on the warm and moist
feel of her bum, her bouncing tits, her moans and the contractions she (unconsciously?)
made with her anal muscle, milking my dick as I pounded her ass.
Several times during this “attack” Betty held her breath, started to shake violently
and arched her back, finally letting go with a loud “OOOOOOHHHHHH!!! MY GOD!!”
On her third orgasm I no longer could hold back and let my fire hose fill her burning bum
with white creamy fluids. I was in anal heaven, seeing stars one more time.
WOW! This feisty nymph had me completely drained and I had to lie down.
Cuddling together we both dropped off to sleep for an hour or so.
Thankfully, the sun had been blocked by thin skies almost as soon as I reached
the mountain top or we would have been seriously burned during our excesses!
It was warm enough to like naked though and we enjoyed our embrace on the sun pad.
When I finally opened my eyes again, I was greeted with the sight of Betty sucking on my newly
revived cock with a devilishly grin on her face!
I was lying on my back and when my cock was good and ready, Betty straddled me and led my dick
into her moist love canal. I could only raise my head and enjoy the sight of her lowering
herself completely on my manhood.
I never believed in angels before, but here I was being “molested” by my very own Mountain Angel
intent on giving both of us extreme pleasure.
She raised herself till only the tip of my cock was inside her, then dropping hard down on me,
exclaiming “OOOHHH MY GOD!!!”. She now started to fuck me slowly up and down, closing her eyes,
moaning and whining all the time.
The sight of her tits bouncing up and down drow me wild and I started to push up against her
trying to fuck even deeper inside her. She was now able to take all my manhood without problem,
burying it deep within her cervix.
I took hold of her tits swaying before my eyes and mauled them hard, twirling her nipples with
my fingers. I also slapped them, lightly at first, but seeing her highly sensual response to
my tit-spanking, I increased my power a notch or two, giving her tits the same deep red color
her ass received earlier.
Betty just moaned harder and harder until she could once again enjoy an earth shattering
orgasm, never once stopping her movement up and down my stiff rod.
After some 15 minutes of incredible fucking by my darling Betty, my balls started to feel
like bursting, which they did, all the way thru my steel member, sputtering several loads of
semen deep in Betty’s birth canal.
Luckily, she also came hard as I ejaculated, slumping down in my arms.
She looked heavenly satisfied staring deep into my eyes and kissed me tenderly.
I was also fully spent, merry from the fact that I had conquered both the mountain and
it’s Angel on this hot and bright day.
With a huge grin on both our faces we lay cuddling for a while, before deciding to get
dressed and head home before dark fell upon us.
When we were almost home, we kissed once again and agreed to repeat our encounter the next day.
From that day forward, we met regularly, sometimes on our secret ledge, sometimes back in
my apartment, always engaged in hot and mind-blowing sex.
A few weeks later it turned out I had managed to impregnate little Betty, probably after
our first intercourse on the mountain. Her parents were quite understanding and accepted
our newfound partnership. They insisted I should marry Betty when she turned 18, and I had no
trouble accepting this term, since my feelings for Betty had become stronger ever since we
first met on the mountain.
After two blissful years we tied the knot and are now living happily together.
And the sex still remains magic and fulfilling for both of us.
…Our three lovely children still lives at home…
…The pictures I took of sweet Betty is still on my PC…
…I never showed them to anyone, but we still enjoy a peek now and again…
…Since that day, I have photographed her body several times, both nude and otherwise…
Fucking his little sister and her friends
Waiting on his sister before she goes to the disco, John runs into his sisters friends, and their plans…
John sat on his porch, smoking a joint as he watched the young girls walk by. Friday meant the teenage disco down the road and a bit of idle purving. He reckoned they were all around sixteen or seventeen, and the parade of tight asses and young tits was better than watching the news. He wondered why girls didn’t dress like that when he was young, but then everyone thinks that.
He was really waiting for his sister Anna, who was going to the disco and planned to change in his house. His parents weren’t so happy about small dresses and high heels so she always wore her sexy clothes under her normal ones to pass her parents inspections before going to her brother’s house to transform for the boys.
John had to admit that Friday’s were starting to become his favourite night of the week; watching his little sister change into whatever these young sluts seemed to be wearing these days would send him out on the town with a hard-on that lasted through Sunday. She was a petite brunette with a killer ass and a cute little smile that would always send him over the edge. When they were younger they used to fool around under the covers, pretending they were a couple, but since they had grown-up more it had changed into gentle flirting.
The steps outside his apartment block were raised above the road and two teens sat on the lower level, slightly facing away from him. They were handing around a bottle of vodka, drinking it straight and grimacing each time they took another swig. John looked closer at the two girls.
The first was a pale redhead, who had a slight emo look with her dark eye shadow, was wearing a tight black and white striped dress that hugged her slim figure. Her hair hung down past her bare shoulders and her shy eyes kept glancing up at John whenever she turned her head. The other one, a skinny blonde, wasn’t glancing up at John, she was staring.
‘Is that a joint?’ she called up, while putting her fingers under the waistband of her denim hot pants. She jutted out her chest, proudly showing off her sexy breasts that were barely contained within a tight white top that was split down the middle.
‘Maybe’ he said, taking another drag.
She walked up the steps and stood above him, her blonde hair blocking out the setting sun. John took her in more closely. Her legs were perfection, without an ounce of fat, and he thought that he’d be able to wrap his two hands around her tiny waist. Her face was of a naughty angel, the soft eyes off-set by an inviting mouth and high cheek bones. She was no emo, her bright make-up and light pink streaks in her blonde hair showed a more cheerleader air.
‘Can I have some?’ she asked, twirling her hair in an obvious attempt at flirting to get her way. John shrugged, why not he thought, and handed it over. She took a long drag and blew it out through her nose. John smirked, she was trying to be cool in front of him.
‘What’s your name?’ he asked, as she handed him back the joint.
‘Emma’ she said, sitting down beside him ‘you’re Anna’s brother, right?’
‘Yeah, you waiting for her too?’ he said, looking at his watch ‘I’m not expecting her for another hour.’
‘I know, she just texted us. Got any more of that inside?’ she said, pointing at the joint that was nearly finished.
‘I’ve got something better’ he said, opening his legs and not exactly hiding the large erection in his jeans. It was a ridiculous move, but he didn’t feel like being flirted with all night, he wanted to know the score. He had heard the rumours about what went on at these discos, and thought he might as well test it.
She arched her eyebrow sexily and looked down towards her friend.
‘You promise to help me out with a problem I have with my friend?’
‘Depends on the problem…’
‘You don’t need to know the problem’ she said ‘but you’ll definitely enjoy the solution…’
She ran back down the stairs and John watched out of the corner of his eye as they urgently whispered between each other. Eventually the redhead nodded and they both came up the stairs. He stood up as they reached him.
‘Hi, I’m Sarah’ said the redhead. John took her in more closely, admiring the small dash of freckles running down the top of her cute nose, her small lips still full and pout.
Emma, the blonde, stood beside her. As John said hello back she put her arm around the girls’ waist and squeezed, before slowly moving her hand down to rest on her ass. The redhead, Sarah, scolded her lightly and slapped her hand away.
‘So what have you got that’s better than weed, eh?’ she asked ‘we’ve got a disco to go to after all.’
John smiled ‘come inside, I’ll show you’. He was thinking that his sister might arrive at any minute, but it was worth the risk; these two girls were giving off a serious vibe, especially the blonde, and the red head had a look in her eyes that said to John ’it’s always the quiet ones’, so he couldn’t pass up the opportunity.
The girls walked ahead of him and John watched their tight little asses shake down the hallway; the tight dress squeezing the redheads’ ass while her high heels lifted it up and showed off her superb, long legs and the blonde wriggled her juicy cheeks in the denim hot pants that barely covered half of her ass. John was so entranced he forgot to lock the door behind him.
Once inside, John beckoned them to sit around the table on the couch as he went into his room to get his party pack, as his friends liked to call it. He listened to the girls giggling in the other room while he checked what was left. It was more than enough.
‘Well’ he said while grabbing three shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey from the cupboard ‘how would you girls like to do an Irish tequila? I wouldn’t normally offer, but you two look mature for sixteen.’
‘Oooh’ said Emma ‘what’s an Irish tequila?’
‘Like everything Irish, it’s stronger and better.’
He poured out three shot glasses and took out two bags of white powder.
‘Wait, I forgot the lemon!’ he said, jumping up to the fridge and taking out a plate of lemons. After cutting a few slices, he lowered each one into a bag of powder, coating it in white crystals.
‘Now girls, hold out your hands.’
The two girls, who had been sitting together on the couch held out their hands silently. John took the other bag and took a large pinch out of each and sprinkled it on the girls’ hands before doing it himself.
‘What is this stuff?’ the redhead asked, nervous despite herself. She seemed to be one of those cool and aloof girls – never wanting to speak too much in case she got caught out saying anything stupid.
‘It’s cocaine’ said John ’and the lemons are covered in crushed-up ecstasy. The whiskey is just whiskey, but I still rate that the most dangerous.’
‘It’s okay, Sarah’ said Emma, balancing the cocaine ’my sister did it before and said it was great.’
‘Well, let’s do it shall we?’ said John, sitting down between the two girls, feeling their warm bodies resting against his ‘first lick the cocaine, then the shot, then the lemon.’
After a momentary hesitation the two girls went for it. With grimaces and squeals they did it all, slamming the shot glasses down in the table and collapsing onto John, laughing with the triple whammy of highs. John laughed with them, enjoying the feeling of the two girls’ hands touching him, and felt himself get hard as Emma moved her hand onto his inner thigh and stroked her fingers up and down.
‘That was amazing!’ screamed Emma to her friend ’I could do another one right now!’
‘Easy now’ said John ’there’s plenty of time for that later.’
‘So what will we do in the meantime?’ asked Emma, staring at him and squeezing the inside of his thigh playfully. The instant hit of the two drugs and the drink had already gotten the girls giddy and loosened up.
‘I dunno’ said John ‘we could play a game…’
‘What sort of game?’ asked Emma. She asked in a way that all three knew what type of game she was suggesting.
‘What about a kissing game?’ said the redhead. John liked where this was going.
‘Kissing games are lame!’ said the blonde, giggling ‘that’s for kids’
‘Well, y’know’ said the redhead, looking at her friend with a grin ‘Emma here gives a great blowjob, or so I‘ve heard…’
‘Sarah!’ shouted Emma, looking genuinely angry ’You know not to say that!’
‘It’s true!’ said Sarah ’I heard you and Anna…’
‘Anna?!’ exclaimed John ’As in my sister?’
Emma raised her eyebrows and looked at John. Her demeanour had changed. A second ago, she was looking daggers at her friend, now she seemed to have decided something.
‘That doesn’t matter, it’s not true. Anyway’ she said, looking at her friend ‘you’re just saying that because you’ve never even been with a boy before’
‘Yes I have!’ said Sarah. The drugs had seemed to loosen her up. She had been suspicious of John at the start, now she didn’t seem to give a shit.
‘Prove it then’ demanded Emma.
‘How the fuck am I supposed to do that?’ asked the redhead, crossing her arms to her chest.
‘Suck his dick. Right now. That’s the game. Whoever makes him cum first is the winner’ responded Emma. John sat, not wanting to say a word in case he fucked this opportunity up.
‘Okay, fine’ said the redhead. John couldn’t help notice that she was eyeing the bulge in his trousers. She looked John in the eye and moved closer to him, thrusting her hand into his trousers and grabbing his cock before whispering in his ear ‘and who say’s I’m sixteen anyway?’
On the other side, Emma began to unbutton his jeans hurriedly, getting frustrated at even the slightest delay. John’s nearly nine inch cock sprung out and the two girls stopped for a moment to gaze at it.
‘Oh my god’ said Sarah as she gingerly wrapped her right hand around the shaft ’I’ve never seen anything so big…’
‘Too much for you, eh?’ he said jokingly, but the girl just smiled and lowered her head to his chest. He felt her long red hair fall onto his lower body and then the warm touch of her mouth as she began to engulf his cock. The blonde stared at her friend, breathing heavily as she brushed the girls’ hair to the side so she could see the action.
John grabbed her by the back of the neck, pulling her towards her and kissing her deeply. The little girls tongue darted around his mouth as she pressed against him, while Sarah spat on his cock and began jerking it. Her lips worked the head while her hands slowly milked his cock and massaged his balls. Even in his increasingly horny state John realised that the girl had skills, despite what her friend had said.
Soon Emma couldn’t keep herself and the blonde dropped to the floor beside her friend.
‘C’mon’ she said, watching her friend ‘you can go deeper.’ With that she began to push her friends head from behind down onto John, causing her to gag harder and her eyes to open even wider. ‘That’s it, take it in, take it all in.’ Despite her best efforts, there was no way the redhead could fit it all on her own, so the blonde took a different approach.
She moved her face towards John, taking off his top, kissing him lightly before whispering ’Fuck her face, fuck it like it was her pussy. I know her, she pretends she’s a little angel but I know she’s nothing but a fucking whore.’
The little redhead whimpered and for the first time looked away at John and towards her friend. For a moment it looked like she would pull her head back but John grabbed her at the back of the hand and said ‘You heard what your friend said, I have to fuck your little whore face.’
With that he began pumping his cock into her mouth. He felt her trying to pull away but that only made him rougher, lifting up off the couch as he quickened the pace. Even with that she couldn’t take it all, but Emma raised the stakes. She moved behind Sarah and lifted John’s legs so they wrapped around the back of her head. He began pulling his legs towards him while pumping his cock down the girls’ throat. The little redhead was gagging hard, her head locked into place, while her cheeks went red as she felt his massive cock fuck her throat.
‘You like that, bitch?’ demanded Emma as her friends’ mascara began to flow down her face ’You fucking cunt, you told everyone that we sucked those guys’ dicks just because you wanted everyone to remember your dumb little party, didn’t you? For the last year everyone’s been laughing behind my back, and you two faced little whore just kept smiling and pretending it wasn‘t you – I know it was you!’
John saw the look of rage on the blondes’ face, but quite frankly couldn’t have given a shit; this little beauty was about to make him cum any second. It didn’t matter to him if this was all to get revenge for some teenage gossip. With a final push, he slammed his cock all the way down her throat, the girls’ eyes meeting his with a look of what John thought was pure terror.
It was only when he released the girl and moved his legs that he saw that she had been feeling her pussy the whole time, reaching her hands under her dress. She sat back, breathless, fingering herself violently to orgasm as Emma reached around, feeling her tits through her top and slapping them through the fabric.
He stood up off the couch and began to jerk his cock to cum over these two sluts’ faces, knowing that they were going to get the full load. It was at that moment that he heard a voice from the door.
‘Emma! No! Not my fucking brother!’
It was his sister, Anna. She stood there; her hands on her hips watching the scene unfold. The two girls looked up at her, still heaving and touching themselves and each other. John stood there, facing his younger sister, but continued to stroke his cock. He saw her hesitate, staring at his manhood. Before she could help herself, John saw her lick her lips.
There was only one thing to do. John turned and walked slowly towards his sister, his cock sticking high into the air. At first she took a step back but then remained stock still as he reached her. Moving behind her, he rested his hands on either of her arms and began kissing her neck.
‘John… I’ve… I never meant this… oh, fuck…’ she whispered, but the soft moan betrayed her as he lightly kissed her neck. He began to unzip the billowy dress and let it drop to the floor, revealing her real party outfit. Not for the first time in his life, John looked on his baby sisters’ body in awe, but this time she had even out done herself.
She wore a short tartan skirt that was frayed at the bottom as if she had cut it even shorter herself. A black fishnet top barely covered her body, riding high at the back and low at the front with the stockings continuing down the sleeves ending with a triangle at the hand. A black bra covered her c-cup breasts and she stood taller than her small frame from black high-heels.
‘Jesus’ he said ‘what were you planning to do at that disco tonight?’
He stood back a moment and soaked in her body. Their mother was Spanish and it showed on her daughter, her olive skin covering a frame that had curves in all the right places. Her slim waist led to an ass that seemed to defy gravity, pert and full, pushing the skirt even higher, while her dark hair flowed down the curve of her arched back. She looked over her shoulders and her eyes rested on her brothers.
‘Do you really think I look sexy?’ she asked shyly, biting her bottom lip.
He couldn’t even respond, instead moving behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her neck and her shoulders. He moved his cock in between her legs, and she squeezed her thighs together, reveling in the feeling of her brothers’ dick pushing against her pussy. She moaned again as he turned her around, stared at her straight in the eyes before gently kissing her upper lip. Soon they were kissing deeply and passionately, now seemingly unaware even of the other two girls in the room.
Emma and Sarah hadn’t been watching the two siblings idly however, both were touching and kissing each other too, the effects of the drugs taking hold over their bodies. The blonde was just in her bra and a g-string, while the other had kept her figure hugging dress on.
Anna reached down and took her big brothers’ cock in her hand, starting to stroke it up and down as they kissed.
‘Do you want this?’ she asked seductively, but with a hint of fear in her voice.
‘I’ve always wanted this, sis, always’
John, fearing he was set to burst, picked his sister up and lay her on the couch. The two girls moved towards them, the redhead crawling across the floor before stopping at the couch. On all fours, she arched her ass into the air, stretching the fabric of her dress to breaking point.
‘Hello’ said Emma, smirking over Anna’s body. ‘Don’t worry, we won’t tell anybody, as long as you don’t tell about us two of course.’ She rubbed Anna’s right breast with her fingers, twisting the nipple roughly through the top. ‘Y’know, I was going to get my revenge on that little bitch over there tonight, but this is a lot more interesting.’
The blonde bent around and starting sucking deeply on John’s cock which had been resting against his sisters’ shaved pussy.
‘Not yet’, the little blonde smirked ‘we haven’t finished the game yet’.
He began to take off his sisters’ panties with one hand while he used the other one to reach out and feel the redheads’ ass. His sister began kissing Sarah, their tongues reaching out to meet each other. After a moment, Emma released his dick and looked at John.
‘I want you to fuck that little whore before you fuck me and your sister. And make sure you pound the little bitch; she deserves it after all the shit she’s been saying about us’ she said simply. He looked at his sister who seemed to nod in agreement and he moved behind the redhead and began touching her ass through the dress.
‘Spank her, you fucker’ demanded Emma, and John obliged willingly. Sarah groaned as he started to spank her hard, moving her dress away to expose her tiny ass. He moved his cock into position and pushed against her pussy opening. He stopped for a moment before looking at the blonde who was watching the scene unfold.
‘What the fuck are you staring at?’ he asked, gesturing towards his sister at Emma ‘lick her pussy you little cunt.’
Obviously, Emma liked being ordered about as well, because she immediately moved towards his sister, slowly slid off her panties, reached below her skirt and began to feel Anna’s pussy. She started to moan in pleasure as Emma started to push her tongue against her clit, moving in circles while fucking her with two fingers.
John couldn’t take it any longer; watching his younger sister getting licked-out made his dick bigger than ever and he started to shove his cock inside the little redheads’ pussy, getting progressively more turned on as it went further in. He felt her tight pussy clamp over his cock. He started to loosen her up, sliding in and out of her faster and faster.
‘Oh fuck yeah’ she whimpered ‘that feels so fucking big inside me… harder… fuck me harder…’
He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face back towards his own. Moving his hands around her front, he pulled the dress down, exposing her tits, and he used his right hand to feel her body while his left kept her hair pulled back. He quickened the pace, fucking her harder and faster. The girl squealed in pain as he pumped her pussy as fast as he could while his sister began to orgasm on the couch, her body arching in pleasure as the blonde quickened her pace.
He tried to take the whole scene in; his sister groaning loudly, her slim body gyrating against the blonde girls’ mouth. She still had most of her clothes on and John was desperate to finally see those tits that he had fantasised for so long about. Emma seemed to read her mind, reaching up and pushing the bra over her breasts before his sister finished the job. He could see her nipples poking out from behind the fishnet top and he began fucking the redhead even harder; her body began to move away with the force, making him grab her around the hips and pulling her pussy onto his cock.
The little blonde moved away from his sisters’ pussy and began sucking on her tits, eventually kissing her deeply.
‘Do you like watching your brother fucking your friend? Is it turning you on?’
John and Anna’s eyes met. She licked her lips as the blonde started fucking her pussy with two fingers.
‘I fucking love it…’ she almost whispered.
‘You want his big cock inside you?’
‘Yes, more than anything’ she moaned, as John continued to pound the young redhead.
The redheads’ body was starting to shake and her pussy seemed to be almost vibrating. John decided to send her over the edge; he reached out to the table with one hand and took a pinch of ecstasy before shoving it under the girls’ nose. She sniffed it in deeply without really knowing what it was. She screamed at the combined feeling and her body began shaking violently. John could feel a pressure building up against his cock, pushing it back out. The redhead was squirting, her orgasm spilling out onto the floor.
‘Wow, you really are a little whore!’ said the blonde, grabbing the redheads’ face roughly. The girls’ eyes were still rolling up towards the sky, her legs shaking with the force of the orgasm. ‘Now make yourself useful’ she said, pushing the girl towards John’s sister lying on the couch. She made Anna go down on all fours on the couch, spanking her ass to make sure she stuck it out high enough in the air. She seemed to become entranced with his sisters’ ass, rubbing fingers down and around it before sticking them into her tight, inviting pussy.
‘Your sister is incredible’ she said, allowing herself a deep and long lick along her pussy lips and to her asshole. John couldn’t agree more and smiled at his sister as she looked at him over her shoulder. He made a move towards her, unable to help himself anymore.
‘Down boy!’ Emma cried, playfully smacking his cock ‘I need cock now’. She again grabbed the redhead by the hair and positioned her behind his sister and demanded that she eat her asshole.
No matter how much he wanted his sister, John was looking forward to this. The little blonde was practically vibrating sluttiness, her every body movement aimed at getting pleasure. He decided to play her at her own game. He grabbed her hair.
‘So who’s the real slut here, eh?’ he asked, moving his other hand down to her pussy. ‘You want my cock? You want me to fuck your little pussy?’
‘Oh fuck yeah’ she groaned ‘make me your fucking whore!’
He moved everything off the table and, picking the blonde up, dumped her onto the surface and spread her legs wide. He began licking the inside of her leg, moving along her smooth skin and breathing in the smell of this hot little slut. She kept pushing her pussy towards his mouth, desperate for him to lick her wet pussy, but he wouldn’t give her the pleasure, not just yet.
‘Beg me for it, you little bitch. Beg daddy for his cock.’
‘Please! Please fuck me! I need it!’
‘You didn’t fucking listen, you whore’ he hissed at her, smacking her tits roughly ‘I said beg Daddy for his cock.’
‘I’m sorry! Please Daddy, please fuck my pussy! It’s so wet… please!’
‘Not good enough now’ he said harshly.
He moved to the head of the table and pushed his balls into her face. He could feel her breathing in the scent deeply and he let his whole weight dropping onto her face, making her go red with the lack of air. He put his hands around the back of her head and lifted it towards him, positioning his cock against her lips.
‘Open wide for Daddy’
She tentatively opened her mouth and he shoved his cock in deeply causing her to gag against his thrust. Deciding she needed a dose of her own medicine, John began fucking her mouth roughly, feeling his cock slide down her throat. Watching the young girls’ eyes bulge and his cock disappear into his mouth nearly made him cum, but he wanted to keep that for as long as possible. Before he finished, he grabbed her behind the head with both hands and began fucking her face as hard as she could. The little blonde girl started to gag wildly, using her hands to try and push him off her.
‘Oh fuck’ she gasped, gulping for air, before regaining her composure and asking with a smiled ‘so, do I win the game?’
John smiled back. That’s better, he said, grabbing her legs again and spreading them wide. He rested the cock at the top of her pussy for a moment and looked at her, waiting.
‘Please Daddy’ she almost whimpered ‘please fuck me…’
With that, he shoved his cock as deeply as he could into the little blonde. He could only force it halfway, but even with that the girl screamed loudly, reaching out both hands to grab onto anything as her body rocked against his thrusts.
John used his weight to force more of his cock inside her tight pussy before pulling it back out and starting to get into a rhythm. The little girl squirmed beneath him, her body trying to take in his cock. He looked across at his sister who had her head rested sideways on the arm of the couch, groaning loudly as the redhead lapped at her ass hole. She reached down with her own hand and began rubbing her clit to orgasm, watching her brother fuck her best friend.
‘You want it, sis?’ he said, grabbing the blonde by the thighs and pulling her onto his cock, his full length going in and out of the small girl.
She almost couldn’t respond, instead biting her bottom lip and groaning. ‘I want it so bad, so fucking bad. Fuck me… stick your cock inside me…’
‘What do you want me to do to you’
‘I want you to fuck me… I want you to fill my little pussy… I want… I want… I want you to hurt me…’
With that, John pushed away from the blonde. Moving to the couch, he grabbed Sarah and pushed her away, the little redhead falling to the floor, naked and panting.
John began feeling his sisters’ ass, pulling the tartan skirt down and past her high heels. Resting his cock against her ass, he pulled her by her breasts towards him. Her head reaching behind, they met in a deep and passionate kiss. He moved his hand down to her pussy and began rubbing her clit, making her groan into his mouth, while she reached around and grabbed his cock.
‘Are you going to fuck me, big brother? Are you going to fuck your little sister?’
Listening to his little sister talk dirty broke any doubts that John may still have had. He pulled her fishnet top over her head, leaving her naked except for her high heels. He took one long feel of her body, resting on the curve of her back and pushing it down so her ass stuck up into the air. He began rubbing the tip of his cock along her pussy, pushing it upwards and feeling her wetness.
‘Tell me what you want me to do to you, little sis’
She looked around again and pulled his face towards hers. To his surprise, she had a look of real seriousness on her face.
‘Please, John. I’ve always wanted to be used, my boyfriend, he’s not… I just want to be fucked. I want you to hurt me, to use me, do anything you want with me…’
He understood, but he couldn’t bring himself to be rough with her just yet. He kissed her again, feeling her smooth body with his hands. He pushed her head back onto the couch and moved his cock to the entrance of her pussy. He could feel the warmth emanating from it, begging for him to be inside her.
He pushed inside, feeling her pussy clamping down on his cock. It was so tight he could barely fit it inside her but the feeling of fucking his little sister was immense. He had never felt anything like it. He didn’t even notice the two other girls moving to the two siblings’ side to watch them fuck each other.
Emma wriggled underneath his sister, her legs coming around and locking John against Anna, plunging his cock even deeper inside her. Sarah got on all fours and brought her head down beneath him and began sucking on his balls, taking them into his mouth.
‘You dirty little sluts. You dirty little fucking sluts’ he gasped, almost in disbelief.
With that, John decided to treat his sister like she wanted him to. He got a purchase on her hips, thrusting inside her and holding it one more time. He then pulled out until only the tip rested inside her.
‘Oh God, fuck me big brother, fuck me like I always wanted you to’
He violently thrusted his cock all the way in, making her scream with pain and pleasure. Squeezing her hips tightly, he began to fuck her hard, roughly pounding his little sisters’ cunt.
‘Is that what you want, you little cunt? You want your own brother to fuck you?’
‘Yes, fuck me! Fuck your sister! It’s your pussy, fuck your pussy!’
He could feel her on the edge of an orgasm already, her little body shaking against his. Even with this, she still began to push back against him, their two bodies working together so they could feel themselves inside each other, the taboo heightening every sense.
After only what seemed like moments, John felt his sister convulse in an orgasm that rocked her body. She screamed loudly and bit the sheets at the end of the couch, her ass shaking as her brothers’ cock continued to thrust in and out of her.
The blonde by now was licking her lips and thrusting against his sister in an almost sexual frenzy, pulling Anna’s mouth towards her tits. John saw her hand reach down and feel her own clit, trying to watch John’s cock go in and out of his sister.
‘Oh my God’ she said in an almost awed voice ‘this is so fucking hot.’ She stopped and looked at John. ‘Fuck me too, please fuck me!’
John looked down to see the blonde raising her pussy off the couch, touching it against his sisters. He pulled out and began to fuck the blonde underneath, sending her into an almost immediate orgasm.
‘Oh yes Daddy, fuck your baby girls’ pussy!’ she screamed, bringing his sisters’ face up to hers ‘Your brothers’ cock feels so fucking good inside me… it’s so big.. you’re not allowed to have it back…’
His sister didn’t take kindly to that, pushing the girls face and slapping her roughly.
‘He’s mine you little bitch!’ and then spat on her face. This only seemed to turn the blonde girl on even more.
The two girls wrestled for a moment, before John grabbed his sisters’ hair and pulled her up from the blonde. The redhead stayed on the floor, looking up at the three on the couch with a look of total submission, fingering her pussy as mascara continued to run down her pretty face. John decided to deal with her later. First came his sister.
‘You know you shouldn’t be fighting!’ he shouted in his sisters’ ear ‘you’re going to have to be punished now.’
She smiled defiantly, drool running out of her mouth. He reached down and spread her ass wide open, pushing his cock against the small opening. For the first time, she started to have a look of fear on her face.
‘John… I’ve never…’
He didn’t wait for her to finish, pushing his cock inside roughly. He could only get an inch or two in it was so tight, but the look on his sisters’ face gave him all the encouragement he needed. She seemed to be lost in her own little world, oblivious to Emma twisting her nipples in revenge.
‘You take what I give you, little sister. All of you is mine. All of you.’
Never before had he fucked a girl that like. He was like a madman, pounding his little sister from behind for all he was worth, ignoring her screaming, knowing she was more turned on than ever before because he saw her grab the blondes’ hand and pressing it against her pussy as her ass was violated.
The blonde began to move more and more of her fingers into John’s sisters’ pussy, and he encouraged her to do her worst.
‘Fist the little whore. Fist my little whore sister while I fuck her virgin ass.’
Anna began to have wave after wave of orgasms, hitting her like a hurricane. She stopped moving as her friend and her brother filled her holes. She felt the little girls’ fist fuck her and her brother pushing all his nine inch cock inside her ass. She collapsed in a final orgasm, dropping like a dead weight onto the blonde.
John turned her over and pulled her up. He looked into his sisters’ face and knew that he had done what she had wanted. She seemed to come out of a daze and looked at her brother.
‘Are you going to give me your cum now, big brother?’ she asked as the little blonde moved beside her.
He pushed his cock into his sisters’ mouth for the first time, feeling her warm, big lips as he grabbed her by the back of the hair while she deep throated him.
‘That’s it’ he said ‘taste your ass, sis. Do you like the taste of your slut ass?’
Finally, he let himself go, pulling out and releasing load after load onto his little sister, letting it splash onto her eyes and cheeks before letting the final stream into her inviting mouth. She let it drool out of her mouth, the blonde licking it off her face and the two meeting in a kiss, swapping the warm cum between them.
‘Mmmm’ said his sister ‘that was fun…’
‘Yeah it was’ said the blonde, millimetres from her face. She kissed her again lightly on the lips, a stream of cum connecting the two as they moved away from each other, before pointing to the redhead and asking ‘but what are we going to do with this little bitch? She’s bound to shoot her slut mouth off.’
‘I won’t tell!’ Sarah shouted ‘I promise!’
Anna smiled up at her big brother before responding ‘I dunno, you told about me and Emma and those two guys, so why won’t you tell anybody about this?’
‘I swear! I really won’t tell!’
John decided to take the situation in hand. ‘I know what to do’ he said ‘Anna, get your camera phone.’ He picked up the redhead and led her into the shower, making her kneel on the floor.
‘You rolling?’ he asked his sister, who nodded mischievously.
With that, he took his dick out and unleashed a stream of warm piss all over the redhead, who seemed to be resigned to her fate.
‘Who’s the slut now?!’ said Emma, standing behind Anna with her arms wrapped around her.
‘Open your mouth’ John demanded, and Sarah opened her mouth and let the piss roll flow into her mouth and down her throat. John was surprised when he saw the girl reach down and feel her pussy as he humiliated her in front of her friends. She was a keeper, he decided. When he had finished he put on the shower and water began to wash over the young girl. ‘Clean her up’ he said, pointing to Emma ‘we’re not done with her yet.’
He pulled his sister towards her and walked back into the room. She kissed him deeply again, but this time lovingly. ‘I can’t wait until you do that to me’ she said seductively.
‘You have no idea the plans I have for you’ he said, spanking her ass and bending her over the arm of the couch. ‘You aren’t going to that disco anymore, I can tell you that much.’
A predator finds his prey on the train.
In the night sky far above the lighted ceiling of Penn Station’s main concourse, thunderclouds gathered in the New York City sky. Even on a good night it was next to impossible to see a star, but the encroaching storm blackened the Manhattan night. Neon signs stood out in brilliant relief against the rumbling grey darkness.
A story and a half below street level, the brown concrete of the platforms vibrated with the force of trains pulling into the station. Miles Pierson checked his watch, briefcase dangling in his grip. Forty past the hour of one. The train was two minutes early.
The Long Island lines usually weren’t this deserted, even on the other side of midnight, but this Friday had been exceptionally miserable. The sun hadn’t made one appearance from behind the heavy cloud cover, and it had drizzled off and on across the city for most of the day.
One of the ticket collectors nodded to Miles as he boarded the train. “Late night again, Mr. Pierson?”
“You know how it is, Derrick,” Miles said, giving the man a friendly smile. He worked late at the office often enough that he knew most of the staff on his line by name. Miles was a friendly, personable guy, the kind that people found easy to talk to. He whistled softly to himself as he wandered through the train, trying to find a quiet place to sit.
Normally, he would be eager to return to his home on the beach after such a long day at work. He hadn’t quite intended to stay at the office as late as he had, but the new sales report had just come in for the previous quarter, and he’d found it engrossing enough that he had only noticed the time when the security guard came around for midnight lockup. On this particular Friday, though, there was nothing waiting for him at home other than a small pile of dry cleaning and yesterday’s leftovers. Nothing to be eager about.
Most of the train cars were empty. The Port Jefferson line didn’t stop in many of the areas where young, partying college students lived – and even if it did, tonight was not the kind of night for standing in line outside the club. Miles tugged the cuffs of his suit jacket, resettling it over his broad shoulders, and pushed into the second car from the end.
The lights were on the fritz in this car, leaving patches of shadow across the seats. Miles’s blue-green eyes scanned the rows. There was a figure slumped against the window in one of the rows toward the back of the car.
Miles may have looked like an average, corporate employee, but as he identified the figure as a young woman, leaning against the window with her eyes closed and her breath puffing gently against the glass, something stirred deep in his chest. Aside from his corporate day job, Miles Pierson was a predator.
And the young woman sitting on the train registered as prey.
Miles didn’t approach her immediately. He took a seat across the aisle, a couple rows up from where she slept. She must have boarded this car as soon as the train pulled in and promptly gone to sleep. Her train ticket was wedged in the small metal strip on the top of the aisle seat, so that she wouldn’t have to wake up when the conductor came by to punch tickets.
An announcement echoed through the otherwise quiet train car, and they lurched into motion. The girl didn’t even twitch. Miles’s pulse sped up. Definitely prey.
Miles opened his briefcase and pulled out the day’s newspaper, folding it in eighths and pretending to occupy himself with the financial headlines. The hunt was on, and she didn’t even know it. The only sound was the rhythmic clacking of the car along the tracks, the thump of Miles’s blood pounding in his ears, and the intermittent soft shift of cloth as one or the other of them moved.
As they passed out of the tunnel and into the night, rain pattered on the roof of the train. The door between cars banged open, and Derrick clicked his hole punch as he entered the car. He punched the girl’s ticket, glanced at her, and then back at the ticket with his brows furrowed. He shook his head and moved on, waving off Miles’s frequent rider card. “I know I ain’t got to punch you, Mr. Pierson,” he said.
“What stop does the young lady get off at?” Miles asked.
“Port Jefferson – end of the line, just like you.”
Miles smiled at the train conductor. “I’ll make sure she wakes up and gets off when she’s supposed to,” he said.
“Thank you, Mr. Pierson. I do wish there was more New Yorkers like you in the city.” Derrick grinned, all white teeth in his dark face, and moved on to the next car.
As soon as the door banged shut after him, Miles opened his briefcase, put his paper away, and got up to move to the young woman’s row. He sat slowly and gently, not wanting to disturb the seat in case he woke her.
He needn’t have worried. Now that he was this close, he could smell alcohol on her sleeping breath. She was pale and blonde, her gently-curled hair spilling freely over her shoulders. Miles reached out, hardly daring to breathe, and tucked one of those curls behind an ear. He ran his finger over the swell of her cheek, the soft curve of her jaw. She didn’t move.
Miles let his breath out slowly and turned his attention to the purse she had tucked in against her side. It was a snap closure, easy for him to tease open and retrieve her wallet from inside.
Her name was Hannah Marquette. She had a Michigan license, with what was presumably her parents’ address listed, and a student ID for Stony Brook. Miles carefully replaced the wallet. She was more than likely a student at the business or radiology school out near Port Jefferson, and probably shared an apartment with one or more other students. Her cell phone wouldn’t help him – girls her age password-protected their electronics.
He drew his hands away from her purse and examined her clothes. She wore a short, tight skirt and a short, tight top. Miles couldn’t keep himself from trailing his fingers across the strip of soft skin exposed between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her skirt. Once again, Hannah didn’t twitch. Her breath continued to puff across the window of the train.
Her shirt was low-cut, exposing the white curves of the tops of her breasts. Miles’s mouth watered. Possibilities spun out in his mind. He’d told Derrick he would make sure she got off at her stop – his stop. He could take her home, do it slowly and properly, make her scream-
But no, a student couldn’t live in Port Jefferson alone, not when the student’s parents were states away. She would have roommates; she would be missed. He needed to make her come to him.
Miles Pierson was a predator, and he was always prepared to encounter his prey. He looked up, ensuring that nobody else had entered the train compartment since Derrick left, and opened his briefcase again. This time, he pressed his fingers against the back seam, and the bottom of the briefcase opened up to reveal his toolbox – at least, the part he carried with him. This was not the first time Miles had encountered prey of opportunity, and it wouldn’t be the last.
He removed what he was looking for and shut the briefcase, setting it gently on the floor. Now was when it started to get tricky. Miles had to hope that the sheer quantity of alcohol the girl had consumed would keep her from waking up. He curled one hand around the soft, pale skin of her thigh and drew her legs gently apart. Her skirt rode up to expose lace-trimmed cotton panties, blue. Miles pressed the backs of his knuckles against her through her underwear.
Hannah moved sleepily, and Miles froze. Her lips parted, just a little, and she wiggled her hips on the seat. Her eyes never fluttered. She was still asleep, just responding to the stimulus. A smile curled across Miles’s lips, and he inched his fingers higher to the waistband of her underwear, hooking them inside the elastic and gently tugging the material down. It was slow going, teasing her panties down over the curve of her ass, but Miles eventually maneuvered them down low enough on her thighs to fully expose her to his gaze.
He spread the lips of her cunt apart, mouth watering as he glimpsed her pink, wet slit. He dipped one finger inside, slowly, and a short huff of breath escaped Hannah’s mouth. She didn’t know what was happening, consciously, but her body recognized pleasure and wanted it. Now more than ever Miles wanted her in his bed, spread out and tied down under his hands, forced to accept whatever he was willing to give to her pliant, yielding body.
Miles’s free hand closed around one of the objects he had taken from his briefcase. This one was a vibrating dildo with a flared base meant to keep it firmly seated inside the wearer. Miles had modified it with a wifi receiver, so that he could trigger it remotely from wherever he was. It wasn’t large – three inches long and barely two inches wide at the base – but Hannah would definitely notice it was there, once she was awake and coherent again.
Miles slowly teased another fingertip inside and spread them apart, exposing her wet hole. He licked his lips and eased the dildo inside, watching it sink into her body with little resistance. Her pussy swallowed it eagerly until the flared base rested against her outer lips. Such a wanton cunt. Miles wanted to press his tongue into it and lick until she came apart beneath him.
Patience, he thought, and picked up the second object. It was slim and metal, with black leather straps dangling from it. This would be harder than the dildo, but it was crucial to his plans. Carefully, he eased the chastity belt down the juncture of her thighs, lifting first one leg, then the other to wrap the straps firmly around her hips. He worked slowly, easing each strap across her skin, keeping his touch light and fleeting. Already her cunt felt wetter than it had when he first touched her, a product of the firm plastic inside of her. He reasoned that if the jolting of the train and his hands between her thighs hadn’t woken her, it was unlikely that this would.
Hannah stirred as he brought the straps around front, and he froze, his fingertips resting against her skin. Her head lolled back against the seat and she shifted. Miles moved with her as she adjusted, and she didn’t wake up. He smirked, snapping the finishing touch on his prize, a padlock engraved with the number of his latest prepaid burner phone. He pulled her panties back up her legs and the curve of her ass, then tugged her skirt back down.
That done, he resisted the urge to continue fondling his new toy and opened his briefcase one last time, removing a slip of paper. He wrote a brief note and tucked it into the left cup of her bra, right against the nipple where it would rub and chafe. Then he got up slowly and returned to his own seat, checking his watch. The entire operation had taken about fifteen minutes. They had another fifteen at least before the end of the line.
Time to see how good his new toy really was.
The vibrator had several settings, and was controlled from an app on his phone. Miles keyed in his password and brought up the interface. The ambient noise from the train was too much for him to hear the dildo switch on, but it had a rewarding effect on Hannah. Her lips parted further, until he could see her soft, pink tongue between her teeth, and her cheeks flushed. Miles turned up the intensity and watched her breath puff faster against the window, watched her writhe in her sleep.
Miles reached down to adjust himself in his slacks. She was lovely. Responsive. He dialed up the intensity to the highest setting and was rewarded by a soft, breathy noise from the girl, like the coo of a dove. His cock swelled in his pants, pressing against the seams, and he turned the vibrator off, taking deep breaths to contain himself. He would have her at his mercy soon enough.
For the rest of the ride he watched her with hooded eyes. The flush slowly receded from her pale cheeks, but her lips remained parted, her mouth hanging slightly open as she slept, blissfully unaware that she had been marked by a persistent, intelligent predator.
The train finally lurched into its final stop. He got up as Derrick entered the car and moved to Hannah’s row, shaking her shoulder gently. She was more thoroughly passed out than even he could have considered, as she only made a sleepy, protesting noise and tried to snuggle closer to the train window.
“Girls her age shouldn’t get so drunk,” Derrick said, shaking his head. “Good thing she found herself among decent folk, eh Mr. Pierson?”
“Good thing,” Miles said, leaning forward to collect Hannah into his arms. He stood slowly and nodded to Derrick, who handed him his briefcase. “I’ll make sure she gets home, wherever home is.”
“Good luck to you, Mr. Pierson. I better not see you on the midnight Monday train, too.”
“No worries,” Miles said, returning Derrick’s easy smile. “I’ve had enough late nights this week.” And with a new plaything to keep him occupied, he would have a reason to come home immediately after work.
Hannah’s head rested against his chest, her breathing soft and even. Miles’s pants felt tight at the thought that it would take her hours to realize she had been violated, that someone had exposed her intimately, someone had touched her without her permission.
He stepped off the train onto the platform, hunching over Hannah’s sleeping body to try to keep the rain off. He strode to the nearest covered bench, trying to figure out what he was going to do with her. He could take her now, but there was the small matter of her probably-existent roommates. He hadn’t seen anything with her address on it in her purse…
“Hannah?” Miles looked up at the new voice. It was another young woman, mousier than Hannah, with short dark hair, large glasses, and a round, perky face. The girl scowled at him. “Who are you? Some creep?”
“I’m sorry, I can see how it would look like that,” Miles said smoothly. “I believe your friend would have slept all the way back to the train yard if I hadn’t carried her off. She seems to have had a few too many.”
The brunette rolled her eyes. “Of course she has,” she said, disgusted. “Good thing I brought my car, as if I wouldn’t in weather like this… dumb midwest country bitch, doesn’t she know what can happen to her, passed out on the train?”
Miles said nothing, but stood to follow Hannah’s roommate back to the car. The girl grumbled the whole way, making him think that this was perhaps not the first time Hannah Marquette had been handed off to her roommate by a total stranger on a late weekend night. She yanked her passenger door open and Miles gently settled Hannah into the car, buckling her in.
The girl got into the driver’s seat and started the car. “Thanks for your help,” she said. “Sorry I called you a creep.”
“No need to apologize,” Miles said, reflecting that Hannah’s roommate had much better instincts than Hannah herself did. He shut the passenger door and waved as they drove away. It was only a matter of time, now.
He reached down and adjusted himself again, anticipation keeping him at least half-hard. His own car was not far away, and he smiled slowly to himself as he turned the key in the ignition. An excellent end to a very, very long day.
Saturday morning dawned grey and blustery. All that was left of the previous night’s rain was a wet mist, clinging to trees and windowpanes. It took most of the morning for the obscured sunlight to slant through the windows at the right angle to hit Hannah in the eyes. The clacking of computer keys was the first thing to reach her ears. Jackie was awake, or maybe had never gone to sleep. Hannah groaned.
“About time you woke up, drunk ass,” Jackie said acidly from her computer. “I had to retrieve you from a strange man on the train. Again.”
Hannah grumbled something under her breath, started to sit up, and froze.
There was something hard between her legs, and a feeling of fullness inside of her. “The fuck-” Hannah rolled out of bed with a thump and dashed for the bathroom.
“I keep telling you that you shouldn’t drink so much!” Jackie called after her as she slammed the bathroom door.
Hannah frantically pulled up her skirt, yanking down her underwear. The hardness she’d felt was a metal strip going from the swell of her pubic bone between her legs, covering her labia and the opening of her vagina. It was held around her thighs by thin, black leather that joined in the front, closed with a padlock. Hannah tugged, but she couldn’t get the contraption off. Her heart started to pound. There was something else – something she could feel inside of her, pressing against the inner walls of her pussy and filling her up. It felt good, satisfying in a way she didn’t want to admit.
It also made her need to pee, desperately, and she felt at the metal over her crotch. It at least had holes. She couldn’t help herself – whatever was inside her was pressing against her bladder. Hannah sat down hard on the toilet, staring at the padlock between her legs as she relieved herself.
Last night was a blur of lights, noise, and pattering rain. She concentrated, trying to remember details. The clicking of the conductor’s hole punch, the rocking of the train. Something else, something fleeting – light touches. Cologne, maybe? Hannah shook her head. She couldn’t remember. She groaned and put her head in her hands, flinching as something stabbed into her nipple.
She pulled down her bra and found a folded piece of paper. Her fingers trembled as she unfolded it, a sick feeling crawling its way into her gut. The handwriting on the paper was neat and slightly slanted, blocky, a man’s writing. It said:
If you tell anyone, the whole internet will know what a sweet, hot little cunt is between your legs. I have video.
“Oh god,” Hannah said, feeling bile rise in her throat. She spun around quickly, kneeling in front of the toilet and emptying her stomach of the remains of the liquor she’d drank the night before. Her head was spinning. Her breath started to get short. She’d been raped, violated on the train, in public, where anyone could have seen it happen. Worse, her cunt throbbed hotly around whatever was buried inside it. Every way she moved, it put pressure on her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her thighs.
It was so wrong, and Hannah couldn’t help that it felt good. She spat, clearing her mouth, and brushed her teeth vigorously. What could she do? She didn’t even know who had done this to her. She couldn’t tell anyone, not if she didn’t want video of her being fondled – or whatever this mysterious man had done to her – to show up all over the internet.
She looked down at the metal contraption again, mouth trembling, and inspected the padlock. Something was engraved on it. Digits. A phone number.
Like a dog tag, she thought, and bit her lip against the surge of shame that moved through her. Worse than the shame was the tiny, secretive spark of squirmy pleasure in her gut. Something about being marked, being owned like this…
Hannah shook it away and stormed out of the bathroom to retrieve her phone.
“Did you have a good time, at least?” Jackie asked dryly.
“Sure,” Hannah said, distracted, not really paying attention to her roommate. She needed to go somewhere private to dial the number on the padlock. Jackie would look at her weird if she took her phone into the bathroom. The apartment they shared was the basement of a house, and their landlords let them store some of their stuff in the attic. That was as good a place as any not to be overheard. “I’ll right back,” she said, and left the apartment, quietly letting herself into her landlord’s place.
The couple was out, and Hannah was able to climb the stairs to the attic unseen. Every step made the metal rub against the juncture of her thighs, made her more aware of the hard thing inside. Once there, she yanked up her skirt again and frantically dialed the number etched into the padlock. Her hands started to sweat as the call rang on the other line.
After three rings, someone picked up on the other line. “Hannah,” the voice said. It was male, warm and smooth, and Hannah couldn’t help but shiver a little. The way he said her name was like a caress.
Hannah scowled. “How do you know my name? What did you do to me?”
The low chuckle on the other line did bad things between her legs. Hannah pressed her knees together, biting her tongue to keep any noise from escaping her. “My lovely dove, you should be more careful where you pass out drunk,” the man said. “I know your name because I went through your purse. As for what I did to you…” there was another chuckle. “I did nothing I didn’t know you would enjoy.”
As soon as he said it, whatever was stuffed inside Hannah’s vagina came to life, vibrating hard. Hannah let out a soft, breathy, “Oh!” without meaning to and writhed in place.
“You see?” he asked. “You have such a wet, wanton little cunt. It was practically begging me to be filled.”
“You’re sick,” Hannah said, teeth gritted. Lord help her, it felt good. Too good. Whatever he’d put inside of her was pressing against all the right places. “Stop, please, just- just stop.”
To her surprise, the vibration did stop, but Hannah’s sigh of relief stuck in her throat at the man’s next words. “I wouldn’t want you to come before I could see you fall apart,” he said. “You do want me to take the chastity belt off, don’t you?”
“You’ll never get it off without the key,” the man said, and then suddenly the vibration was back, even harder than before. “I can do this to you whenever I like. The receiver has a prodigious range. If you decline to come to me, I’ll simply have you at my mercy… whenever I like.”
“Stop!” Hannah said, throat closing on a sob. She was so close, so close, after being stuffed full all night and aching. Even if she hadn’t been awake for it, her body had accepted it without her.
The vibration stopped again. “You’ll receive a text with my address. Report me to the police, and you know what will happen. Do not mistake me – I have many resources at my disposal. I will not be caught. You will come to me.”
“No, don’t-” Hannah said, but the phone disconnected before she could finish her sentence. Almost as soon as the call hung up, the thing inside her started to vibrate again. It wasn’t as intense as it had been before, and she could only conclude that whatever dildo or vibrator the man had put inside her had several settings. He was playing with her, keeping her on the maddening edge of orgasm without letting her fall over. Hannah sat down, gasping, pressing her knees together and concentrating on not falling over that edge. Her body might think this felt good, but her mind knew it was wrong.
Her phone buzzed just as the vibration intensified. Hannah could do nothing for a moment but bite her lip, hard, riding it out until her tormentor backed off, dialing it back down to the lowest setting. She felt hot and heavy between her legs, the flesh throbbing. Hannah checked her phone with trembling fingers and mapped the address, head spinning. He didn’t live far – only a few blocks. She could walk there.
Hannah’s hand clenched around the phone. What was she thinking? She wasn’t going to go to him, she wasn’t going to let him win! Whatever video he had taken, surely it was obvious that she was passed out? What was the worst it could show?
Shame flooded through her again. She was actually thinking of letting him post that video. It couldn’t happen. What if someone she knew saw it? It wouldn’t be a threat unless her face was in it, and someone who had planned this much would have been careful to get her face-
Her train of thought stuttered to a halt as the vibrator buzzed intensely again, the highest setting yet. Hannah panted, leaning forward with her head propped on her knees, phone clutched in her hand. The phone buzzed again, and she looked at the text message.
A lump rose in Hannah’s throat. She didn’t have another choice. She had to go if she wanted this thing out of her. She punched the keys on her phone angrily, sending, ‘on my way’ as she got to her feet. A few seconds after she sent the message, the vibrator shut off again. She let out a slow, relieved breath. It seemed that the man would leave her be as she walked to his house. Hannah’s cheeks burned with shame as a thought popped into her head – it was a good thing he’d shut the vibrator off, because if he’d left it on she would have come all over herself before she got halfway there.
Hannah stomped down the stairs and slammed back into her apartment, yanking last night’s clothes off with her back to her roommate. Jackie didn’t look up or turn around – the girl was a recluse, and barely tolerated humanity in general and Hannah in specific. Hannah yanked on a pair of jeans, gritting her teeth as the tight denim made the vibrator press more firmly into her. She changed her bra and her shirt and pulled a brush through her hair. “I’m going out,” she said.
“Off to get some hair of the dog?” Jackie asked without looking up from her computer. “Don’t make me come get you from the train station again.”
“I won’t,” Hannah said shortly. She grabbed her purse and practically ran out of the apartment. She had to leave her own neighborhood and cross a main road to get to her tormentor’s house. The temptation to call the police made her fingers itch. They would be able to get her out of this contraption – they would have bolt cutters.
But no, how did Hannah know he wasn’t watching her? He lived so close. He could have been following her for weeks. He could be watching her right now. She swallowed, glancing nervously around the street as she walked, the vibrator pressing up against the sweet spots inside of her. Her cheeks felt like she had a permanent blush staining them, and her breath came rougher than it would if she had just been out for a walk.
Anger surged through her. Just because she’d been passed out, how was that any excuse for this kind of torture? Hannah resolved to find a way to get rid of that video and report this man to the police. She had to get him caught. This plan was too involved for her to be the first one. He’d done this to other girls, she was sure of it.
The neighborhood where the address was located was better off than Hannah’s, with larger homes. She could hear the surf and smell the ocean mist as she jogged down the block, biting her lip against the sensation of the vibrator, rubbing against her with every step.
Her steps slowed as she approached the address she’d been given. She checked it against her phone. Now was when she would see the face of the man who had done this to her. She bit the side of her tongue and marched up the driveway to the front door, trembling despite herself.
As soon as she knocked, the vibrator started up again on the lowest setting, making her squirm as the door swung open. She tried to glare, but probably ruined the effect with her bottom lip between her teeth and her hands twisting in the hem of her shirt.
She had expected a sweaty, fat man, the stereotypical basement dweller that every girl’s parents warned her against. She hadn’t expected him to be tall, or broad in the shoulders, or have such piercing eyes, blue-green like the ocean after a storm. His hair, greying at the temples, was full and brown, styled impeccably. His button-down shirt was stretched taut across a fit figure. Hannah’s mouth went dry. He smiled.
“Hannah, my lovely,” he said, reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. Hannah flinched away from him, and his eyebrows knitted together in an expression like concern. Hannah wasn’t fooled. The only thing in his eyes was wicked hunger. “Come inside.”
Hannah hesitated, slowly putting one foot in front of the other. She had a sudden, terrible feeling that once she crossed the threshold, she would never return. She stood frozen in indecision, one foot poised above the doorway. Then the vibrator turned up and she gave an involuntary, whole-body shiver, glaring as she entered the house.
He shut the front door behind her, threw both deadbolts, and then was on her before she could move. He pushed one hand into her hair, yanking her head back and pinning her against the door with his weight. “Please,” Hannah said, struggling to get away from his grip, but it was like iron, and his body was like stone, muscular and unyielding.
“Lovely dove,” he whispered, his lips tickling the shell of her ear. “Don’t waste your breath begging me to let you go. You came to me. I own you, now.”
Hannah’s throat closed on a sob as he grabbed her wrist and wrenched her phone away from her. He kept her pinned the door with the grip on her hair and the weight of his body as he paged through the menus, pulling up her calendar, her planner, all her personal data. “Ah, your responsible roommate’s name is Jackie, I see,” he said. “If only she had trusted her instincts about me last night, you might not be here today. We’ll have to send her a text later to let her know you won’t be coming home tonight.”
That provoked another small sob, and Hannah shoved against him, struggling to get away. She whimpered and went still when the hand in her hair twisted, sending shooting pains across her scalp. “That won’t do,” the man said. “I knew you would need training – best for us to get started right away.”
He pulled her away from the door by the hair. Hannah staggered, her hands going to his wrist, trying to pry his hand away. He paid no attention to her efforts, pulling her along behind him like she was nothing. She struggled harder when she saw the bed and was rewarded with a sharp smack to her ass. Hannah sucked in a breath. The blow surprised her into stillness long enough for him to throw her down on the bed and straddle her hips.
She started to struggle again as he worked her shirt up over her head, and then harder when he unhooked her bra. It was like trying to throw a pile of bricks off her back. Her captor looked like he was in his mid-forties, but his grip was like iron. He leaned forward, pressing her down to the bed with his body weight. Hannah heard something jingle off to the side of the bed, and then he took her right wrist and wrenched her arm around behind her back. Something like cloth or leather closed around her wrist, and then she heard a sound like a crank being wound. As he grabbed her left wrist and repeated the treatment, Hannah pulled, and found that she could barely move her arm an inch before her shoulder protested.
The man’s weight left her back, but with her arms tied down the way they were, she couldn’t get the leverage to sit up. Hannah pushed, trying to get her knees underneath her, but he wrapped both hands around her ankles and yanked, undoing her jeans and pulling them down off her legs. “Please don’t,” Hannah gasped as he pulled her underwear off. Getting up on her knees gave her leverage, but with her pants off it also exposed her, put her ass up in the air and put her cunt on display.
Not like he hasn’t seen it before, she thought, and flushed dark red. It didn’t seem to matter that she laid prone against the bed – he put one hand on her hip and the other behind her thigh, shoving her up onto her knees and spreading them wide. “Stay like that,” he said, his broad palm cupping her ass.
Like hell I will, Hannah thought, and kicked out with her right leg. He caught her foot and shoved her leg back into position. She was rewarded for her small rebellion with another smack to her ass. She gasped and jerked away from the sting, but it was followed by another, and another.
“If you do not do as I say,” the man said, punctuating it with a hard slap to the inside of her thigh, “you will not enjoy this anywhere near as much as I will.”
“I’m not going to enjoy it anyway,” Hannah snapped.
She could hear the smirk in his voice. “Is that so?” he asked, and then the vibration inside of her intensified again, cranked up to its highest setting and left there. “I suppose I’ll just leave you to it, then.”
The bed dipped and rustled, and then Hannah was alone, cool air moving across her bare skin as she fought the sensation between her legs. She could feel an orgasm building in her, her breath coming shorter and her cheeks flushing hot. Fingertips brushed against her cheek and her eyes flew open. He was staring down at her, his gaze hungry and intent, watching her come apart in his bed. The thought made her shudder. Her eyes squeezed shut. She was so close, so-
The vibrator shut off as soon as she reached the precipice. Despite herself, Hannah let out a soft, “No!”
“Ah, and here I thought you didn’t want this.” The bed dipped again, and his hands returned to her body, running down her sides and over the curve of her ass, down the smooth skin of her thighs. “You will do as you’re told, and stay where I put you. Won’t you?” Hannah said nothing, and then let out a small, hurt noise when his palm crashed over her asscheek again. “You will, or I will keep you hovering at the edge and never let you come.”
Hannah’s heart thumped, and a hot tingle went down her spine. She’d been on the edge too long already. She wanted to come, if only to get it overwith. “I will,” she said quietly.
He smacked her on the ass again, and she yelped. “You will what?”
“I will do as I’m told, and I’ll stay where you put me,” Hannah said, miserable, her cheeks burning with shame.
“Good girl,” he said, stroking a gentle hand over her hair. It made something twist in her gut, something pleasurable, and Hannah buried her face in the bed. “None of that, now,” he said, and grabbed her chin firmly, turning her head so that her cheek lay against the bed. “I want to see your face.” She opened her eyes and glared helplessly, her cheeks bright red. He pushed her hair back behind her ear. “You liked it when I said that.”
Hannah squeezed her eyes shut and tried to shake her head. He spanked her again, the sound loud in the quiet room. “Yes!” she burst out, feeling like it had been dragged from her.
“Well, well,” he said, sounding pleased. “I knew you were going to be good. It didn’t take much, last night, to have you react. I knew you’d be sensitive, but I didn’t know you’d be submissive.”
Hannah kept her eyes closed and stayed silent. Hearing him talk about last night made her stomach turn, and even worse was the shame in knowing that he was right. She was submissive. She always had been submissive. If this had been her choice, her decision, she would have loved every second of being pinned down at his mercy. And yes, the praise felt good. It sent a jolt straight between her legs when he told her she was a good girl, and she hated it.
He leaned forward, pressing his hips against hers, and she could feel the hard line of his dick through his pants, nestled in the crack of her ass. She gasped in a shuddering breath and held perfectly still, not wanting to encourage him with even the barest hint of movement. His breath washed hot against her cheek. He nipped her ear playfully, his hands stroking over her body. He worked one hand in between her and the bed to cup her breast, running his soft fingertips over her nipple. Hannah shivered, her breath quickening, and he chuckled. “Lovely dove,” he said. “So beautiful. What do you want, Hannah?”
“Let me go,” Hannah whispered. “Please. I won’t tell anyone.”
“Oh, I know that,” he said, and pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers. Hannah bit her lip and trembled helplessly against the shocks of pleasure he was sending through her body. It wasn’t fair. “You won’t tell anyone what I do to you. This is for you and I alone, my dove. But I won’t be letting you go, and it isn’t often that I’ll ask you what you want. You shouldn’t waste the opportunity.”
“Oh god,” Hannah said, her eyes flying open as he licked into the shell of her ear. She gasped and squirmed, pressing back against him without meaning to, trying to get more or get away, she wasn’t even sure anymore.
“Good girl,” he breathed, right in her ear, and Hannah let out a helpless groan as heat and pleasure flooded through her. “Now, I will only ask you once more before I decide for you – what do you want, Hannah?”
“I-I-” Hannah stammered, still squirming in his grip. She couldn’t move much or she would risk really hurting herself, thanks to the way he had her bound with her arms behind her back.
“I’ll give you to the count of five, and then I’ll decide for you,” he said. He held still, letting her squirm and rub against him, taking his hand away from her breast. “Five.”
“I don’t- I can’t-” Hannah gasped. He turned on the vibrator again, which was completely unhelpful toward her effort to form coherent sentences. If she begged him to let her go again, there was no telling what he would do to her.
Hannah let out a wordless whine of protest, struggling against the bindings. She was not going to give him the satisfaction of begging for anything.
“Three,” he said, and dialed up the vibrator’s intensity. Hannah’s thighs shook, but she didn’t dare close her knees, didn’t dare do anything contrary to his orders. “Two-”
“I – I – I want to come,” she blurted, blushing.
He chuckled, and she blushed harder. “I’m sure you do,” he said. “You’ve had this inside of you all night.” He pressed his knuckles against the metal strip that held the vibrator inside her, putting pressure on her clit. She pressed her face into the bed and gasped for air. If he kept up that pressure-
The vibrator shut off. Hannah thrashed, whining, “I asked, I told you- ah!”
Her protests were cut off when he spanked her again, hard, on the back of her thigh. “I heard you,” he said. “I cannot abide a brat. You will come when I am ready, not when you are ready.” He punctuated it with another sharp slap.
Hannah gulped huge breaths of air as the spanking continued – sometimes hard, painful slaps, sometimes soft taps that felt more pleasurable than painful. She could feel the heat coming from her ass by the time he stopped, trailing his fingertips over the sensitized skin.
“What do you say, Hannah?” he asked.
Hannah closed her eyes. She couldn’t. She wasn’t going to do this. She had come here to find the blackmail he had on her and escape, not to writhe under his hand and whimper. His grip tightened on her ass, his fingers digging into her tender flesh, and she gasped, “I’m sorry!”
“Sir,” he said, not relenting in his grip.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Hannah whispered, hating that it made her ache inside.
He let go and stroked his hands over the backs of her thighs. “You’ll have to refresh my memory,” he said. “I don’t remember what you asked me for, after all.” Hannah stilled. After he’d just punished her for asking for the same thing twice? He must have guessed why she didn’t answer, because he chuckled. “It’s not a trick, my dove. I want to hear you beg me in that lovely voice.”
Of course he did. Hannah’s ass stung, but she was still teetering on the edge of orgasm. “I w- want to come.” Then, hastily, because she knew he would ask, “Sir. Please.”
“You can do better than that,” he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice.
God help her, it made her want to do better. “Please sir, please, may I come?”
His hands felt cool on her fevered skin. “Come, then, if you can,” he said, and stroked her hair out of her face.
He couldn’t be serious. He couldn’t be trying to bait her into what she thought he was.
She opened her eyes and stared into his face, into his beautiful, cold eyes, and realized that he was. “Please, sir, I need-” Hannah wanted to close her eyes, but she knew that if she did, he would just make her look him in the eye again. “I need you to make me come, please.”
He smiled. She couldn’t look away from the way it made his eyes crinkle at the corners, but brought no joy into them, only a spark of reptilian interest. Like a predator. “One please was sufficient, but it will do.” He moved out of her field of vision, and Hannah was finally able to close her eyes as he settled on the bed behind her.
She had expected him to turn the vibrator up again, so she let out a surprised gasp and twisted, trying to see, when she heard the jingling of keys. He gave her a light smack with the back of his hand, and she resumed her position without further protest, her pulse speeding. His palm was warm over the metal as he cupped her there. She felt him tug on the padlock, then the unmistakable sound of a key fitting in a lock.
Hannah shivered when he unwrapped the straps from her thighs and took the metal away. On the one hand, it had only served to keep that damn vibrator inside her. On the other hand, it had kept him from putting anything else inside of her.
She couldn’t hold onto the thought for long, though, as he immediately closed his fingers around the vibrator inside her and pulled, slowly. She felt it stretch her open, and then she was mercifully, achingly empty. “So wet,” he whispered from behind her, and then she wasn’t empty anymore, two of his fingers plunging deep into her.
Hannah pushed back against his fingers, writhing. She had never needed to come so badly, panting with need. His fingers inside her stretched her wide, pulling her open, and she gave a shocked cry when his tongue pressed firmly in beside his fingers, licking into the wet, aching folds of her cunt. He licked broad stripes up her clit, pressing the tip of his tongue where she needed it most, and her thighs trembled when he finally let her tumble into orgasm at last, clenching around the fingers buried inside of her, gasping.
“You taste delicious,” he said, smoothing his hands over her ass and licking back into her even as she trembled from the aftershocks. “What do you say, Hannah?”
She was oversensitive, squirming under his touch. Every brush of his thumb or swipe of his tongue sent shocks down her thighs, up her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, thrashing in her bonds, and tried to pull away from him.
His hands curled tight around her hips, and Hannah yelped as he bit down on the inside of her thigh. “I asked you something, lovely dove,” he said – practically growled.
Hannah closed her eyes, letting out a shivery breath. She was long beyond standing on principle. She had just begged him to make her come. “Thank you, sir.”
“Good girl,” he said. Some of the tension bled out of Hannah’s shoulders. She held still as he returned to his ministrations, this time pushing his fingers back into her pussy along with his tongue. She felt raw and stretched. It occurred to her that she still hadn’t seen what he’d put inside of her, and had no idea how big it was. He pushed a third finger into her, and she decided it had been about that big, the thought flying wildly through her head as she tried to breathe through the overwhelming stimulus.
Just as suddenly as he had put his fingers into her, he pulled them out, leaving her aching and empty again. He trailed his fingertips up to her asshole and she couldn’t help herself – she tried to jerk away from his grip. “Don’t, please, I don’t-”
It didn’t matter what she said, not when she was tied down and helpless. He pushed one finger into her ass, slowly. “Hush,” he said, pressing his thumb against her clit even as she writhed away from the invasion. “You got what you wanted, after all.”
Hannah gritted her teeth against the sob that wanted to escape her. She had asked for it, begged for it, but it had not been what she wanted.
He grabbed her asscheeck with his free hand and spread her open, a second finger nudging into her hole beside the first. “Don’t panic, my dove. I won’t fuck your ass, not just yet. You’re too tight. I don’t want to hurt you.” He pressed the second finger in deep, ignoring the high whine, practically a scream, issuing from between her teeth.
He didn’t want to hurt her? What a joke. Even so, his words made her relax just a little. He twisted his fingers inside her, pulling the tight ring of muscle open. It had been a long time since Hannah let someone even finger her ass. She had forgotten how vulnerable and open it made her feel, like a raw nerve.
“Still,” he said, pushing his fingers all the way in to the knuckle. “I will have this sweet ass stretched around my dick eventually, so we should get you used to the idea.”
His words knocked the breath from her like a physical blow. Eventually. He really wasn’t going to let her go. Hannah shook as he pulled his fingers from her ass. She felt something hard press against the wet, stretched hole and whined, trying to squirm away as he pushed it inside. The tip slipped in easily, but it got wider, as wide as his two fingers and then wider still. Her ass burned, stretching around the plastic thing he pushed into her. “Wha- aahhh!” Just when she thought she couldn’t possibly take more, the widest part popped inside of her and her asshole clenched around the base.
“Do you recognize the way it feels?” Her tormentor asked. “Maybe if I turn it on.”
As soon as the vibration started, Hannah gasped, tightening around the vibrator involuntarily. It was the same hated device he had put in her pussy on the train, only now it buzzed in her ass, feeling impossibly bigger in the tighter hole.
“Now,” he said, going back to running his hands over her body. “What should we do with that wet pussy?” His hands were on her ass again, spreading her wide open, flushed and exposed under his gaze. “I think it’s ready to get fucked, don’t you?”
Hannah’s eyes flew open and she pulled against the bonds. “Please don’t!”
“No, none of that. Did you really think I would make you come on my tongue and not ask anything in return?” Hannah heard the rustling of cloth and the unmistakable sound of a zipper.
“No,” Hannah whispered, inching her knees forward as much as she was able, trying to get away.
He smacked her ass, hard, and the vibrator inside it turned up. “If this is the thanks I get for making you come, I don’t think you’ll get that privilege very often,” he said. He dragged his cock over her clit, barely pushing the tip inside before going back to teasing her with it. “One day you will come to me on your knees and beg for me to fuck you with this cock.”
Hannah shook her head, helpless to resist him as he pushed into her, stretching her pussy wide around his dick. He felt huge, or maybe that was the plug in her ass, still vibrating hard. He kept sinking into her, impossibly long, until his hips were flush against hers. She squirmed – the buzzing in her ass and the hard, wide length of him impaling her was enough to make her clit throb and her skin tingle.
He started with short, shallow strokes, his cock stroking over her inner walls with every thrust. Each time, he pulled a little bit farther out of her before slowly sinking back in. When his hips shoved flush against her ass, it put maddening pressure on the vibrator in her asshole.
Hannah couldn’t help the small, helpless noises he wrung out of her every time he pushed in deep. “Lovely dove,” he said, and fucked into her harder than he had before. She cried out, something between a moan and a noise of protest, and he did it again. He pressed one hand flat on Hannah’s back, between her shoulder blades, and began driving into her, their hips crashing together at the end of every stroke.
All Hannah could hear was the wet sound of his cock inside her sopping pussy and the noises she made, soft cries and moans torn from her chest. His breath started to get ragged, too, his thrusts crashing into her.
“No! I- I’m not on the pill!” Hannah said desperately, trying to stave off what she knew was coming.
To her surprise, it drew a groan from him that sounded pleased. “Hannah,” he said, grabbing her hip and fucking her hard. “You are a clever girl, but a – ah – a terrible liar. I saw your pills in your purse.”
Hannah shook her head, burying her face in the covers, unable to do anything but hang on as his cock slammed into her, wringing more shameful noises from her throat.
He leaned forward, and the changed angle made her eyes open wide. His breath washed hot over the back of her neck. “I’m going to come inside your sweet, tight little pussy,” he said, voice rough. Hannah’s cunt spasmed around his cock and he chuckled. “What about you, will you come like this? Spread out on my cock?”
“No- oooh,” Hannah’s protest devolved into another moan as he rocked forward, rubbing all along the inside of her pussy.
“Don’t lie to me, Hannah. If you tell me you aren’t going to come and then you do, I will take special joy in teaching you a lesson.”
Hannah squirmed, pressing back against his cock as he fucked her. She was going to come, despite her words to the contrary, but she was not going to beg for it again, not ever.
“Have it your way,” he said. He wrapped both hands around her hips and pulled her back against him, his dick driving into her. She was panting, soft moans spilling from her lips mixed with an endless litany of ‘no’ and ‘please stop.’ Her orgasm was building, her pussy squeezing tight around his cock.
“Last chance to ask me properly,” he panted, voice ragged. Hannah shook her head, shutting her lips on the whimpers he forced from her, dizzy with the force of what was building within her.
He moved one hand from her hip and pressed his thumb against the base of the vibrator, forcing it in deeper. On his next hard thrust, Hannah came apart, sobbing and practically screaming as her orgasm ripped through her.
“Bad girl,” he said. “I shouldn’t even give you this now but your pussy is just- too- good!” He punctuated each word with a brutal, hard thrust, and then at last stilled, cock twitching as he filled her up with his come.
Hannah closed her eyes tight, gasping for air as he slid his softening cock from inside her. He stroked her side with a pleased sigh. “Beautiful, Hannah,” he said. “But don’t think I’ve forgotten that you came without permission, and you lied to me about it on top of that.”
“I’m s-sorry,” Hannah stammered, flinching when he smacked her on the ass.
“You’re sorry, what?”
“I’m sorry, sir,” Hannah said, cheeks burning. She could feel slick wetness dripping from her pussy and sliding down her thighs – her come and his both.
“I’m afraid that isn’t going to be good enough this time,” he said. Hannah opened her eyes and stared up at him. He shook his head with a small smirk. “You must learn not to lie, lovely dove.”
He leaned down, and suddenly some of the pressure on Hannah’s arm released. She tensed. He was undoing the bindings, probably to move her into a different position. She waited until the other binding slackened and exploded into motion, scrambling away from him.
He had her by the hair before she could get far, yanking her back and wrestling her down on the bed. “Let me go!” She screamed, twisting in his hold. It was useless. He dragged her back up the bed, on her back this time, and pulled her wrists up to the headboard. Hannah craned her neck to look and saw that he had a pair of leather cuffs around her wrists, which he clipped to the headboard with a gesture that spoke of long practice.
“We have been over this once, but I see you don’t quite understand me, so I’ll say it again.” As he spoke, he grabbed her right leg and yanked, fitting another leather cuff around it. There was a ring and a bit of chain attached to the footboard, and he fastened her ankle to it. “You belong to me. I own you. I will use you as I like, and share you with whom I will.” Hannah sobbed, struggling as he grabbed her free leg and repeated the treatment, leaving her cuffed spread-eagled on her back with the hated vibrator still buzzing in her ass.
He pulled up his pants and tucked his cock away. Hannah screamed as he left the room, thrashing in her bonds. The vibrator was a firm, steady pressure in her asshole, and her sore pussy still leaked come. Maybe if she screamed loud enough, someone would hear.
She squeezed her eyes shut, opened her mouth, and yelled for help as loudly as she could.
“Stop that.” Her captor had returned. “I can’t have you screaming loud enough to wake the dead. It gives me a headache.” He moved up beside her head and dropped something on the bed, something black. “Open your mouth.”
Hannah clenched her jaw shut stubbornly. He sighed and pinched her nose shut, staring her down. Her vision began to go grey at the edges before she opened her mouth to gasp for air.
He pushed something rubber into her mouth – a gag. Hannah tried to spit it out, but his broad palm moved to cover her mouth. With his free hand, he worked the straps of the gag behind her head and fastened them, holding it in place.
He picked up the second piece of black leather. Hannah tossed her head, whining around the gag, trying to pull away as he tied the blindfold tight around her eyes. She was blind, tied down, gagged, with his come dripping down her thighs.
The vibrator turned up to its highest setting and Hannah writhed, face red, knowing he was looking at her. His fingers ghosted over her cunt, barely a touch but enough to set her aflame again.
“I have errands to run,” he said, and Hannah’s breath quickened. “While I am gone, you can lie there and think about the consequences of your actions.”
Hannah jerked her head, glaring behind the blindfold. Her throat was closing around hot, frustrated tears. He was just too prepared, too ready for what she might try. She slurred something rude around her gag, her head turning to follow the sound of him moving around the room.
“Oh, Hannah?” he said, and she stilled. “Just so you know, there never was any video from the train. I’ll be back soon!”
The front door slammed. Hannah screamed wretchedly around the gag and burst into tears.
Spying On My Stepsister As She Changes
“Oh my God Bobby, what the hell do you think you’re doing? You get your perv ass down from there now and bring those jerks with you and if any of you think about running just remember I know where you all live” Lucy yelled angrily.
That was it, we were screwed now for sure. Turning I punched my friend Jimmy in the arm as hard as I could as we started to scramble down from the rafters.
“Ooowww” he whined “what did you do that for?”
“For being such a jerk” I replied “and getting us busted. We’re in for it now, you know how she can be and now you’ve given her a club to beat us with.”
“She can beat my club anytime” Jimmy said with a leer “besides after what I just saw I can die happy.”
“You let her hear you say that and you’ll really be dead Jimmy. Besides you’ve ruined it for all of us now. All my hard work for nothing” Eddie the third member of our group said as he dropped to the concrete floor of the building.
Eddie was the one who figured out that if you gained access to the rafters via the maintenance room then you could spy on the showers and changing rooms from up there. The residential community we lived in had a pool and a clubhouse that the homeowner’s association fees maintained and during the summer we were frequent visitors here. Being horny teenagers any chance we got to check out females we took and sitting around the pool we were surrounded by a virtual smorgasbord of flesh. From hot milfs to young girls our own age we saw it all.
When Eddie confided to us he had discovered a way where we could peep on them as they changed we begged him to tell us. He had reluctantly, not because he was selfish but cause he was the most cautious of us and he worried about something like this happening. Of course it was all Jimmy’s fault. We had been up there for a while and had only seen one woman change and Mrs. Manicotti wasn’t anyone you would want to see naked.
So when my older sister, I should say stepsister, came in it all fell apart. My Mom had married her Dad ten years ago and for the most part we had grown up together and got along okay. That is as long as I didn’t argue with her and did what she said as Lucy was the stereotypical bossy older sister. Though she was only a year older than me she had developed much faster and at sixteen Lucy appeared quite mature. Guys, including grown men, always gravitated to her and Jimmy really had the hots for Lucy and when he saw she was heading to the shower room he went a little crazy to see her nubile form.
Since she was my stepsister I didn’t try to spy on her but Jimmy and Eddie crept to where they could see her rinse the chlorinated water from the pool off her. When they came back they were giggling and their faces appeared sweaty and flushed.
“Your sister is so hot dude” Jimmy whispered in my ear “you are so lucky. If she was my sister I’d spy on her all the time.”
I just shook my head at that, its not that I didn’t recognize that Lucy was attractive but I thought of her as family. On top of that with her domineering personality I’d have been too scared to cross her. Either way as we huddled up there Lucy entered the changing room. She had a towel wrapped around her curvaceous figure and was carrying her bikini as she headed to her locker. Once there she dropped the towel on the bench and opened the locker. Even I had to admit that she presented quite a figure of desire.
Lucy had naturally red hair now in a ponytail with a few freckles around her button nose and was quite pretty but she had the body of a fully grown woman. She wasn’t thin by any means but well rounded at all the right places with large full breasts and she was thick from her calves and thighs up to her big ass. It was too much for Jimmy and he had to get a closer view.
Slowly he inched his way along the beam when disaster struck unexpectedly. As he worked into a position where he could see her better some change in his pant pocket slid out and seemingly in slow motion to us above fell down through the air. With a clinking sound it struck the floor of the changing room. Eddie and I froze in fright as Jimmy was trying to work his body back toward us.
When the money hit the ground Lucy turned and as she watched one of the coins, a quarter I believe, rolled along the floor until it stopped within a foot of her bare foot. Quickly she turned her gaze upwards and almost immediately spotted Jimmy. But as she continued scanning the ceiling she soon saw me and Eddie doing our best to act invisible. That was what prompted her demand for us to come down and once we reached the maintenance room floor we slipped out the door to the outside of the cinder block building. Lucy had dressed quickly and was standing there waiting for us already and she looked really pissed.
“So you jerks think its okay to play peeping tom on me, huh? How many times have you pervs spied on me before?”
“This was the first time I ever saw you naked Lucy” Jimmy said as he looked at her with puppy dog eyes.
“Ick, you are so creepy Jimmy. From now on I forbid you to speak to me unless I specifically give you permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes Lucy” he answered but he was unable to take his eyes from her.
She turned to me and folded her arms and frowned before speaking.
“Well you little jerk, I’m waiting for an answer and I expect the truth.”
“Truthfully I never spied on you Lucy and as far as I know today was the first time they saw you either.”
Her brown eyes narrowed at my reply and she took time to think before answering.
“So you admit to spying on other women though.”
“I didn’t say that…” I started to protest when she cut me off.
“You might as well have perv. I wonder what the Homeowners Association or all the female residents would think about that. Bobby what do you think my Dad would say?” she asked with a nasty grin.
I swallowed hard at that question. Her dad, my stepfather, was a former US Marine who was now a police officer and not only was he as hard as nails but he was also very protective of his now not so little girl.
“I’m not sure Lucy but I doubt he’d be happy.”
“Understatement of the year perv so I’ll tell you and your little buddies something. If you don’t want the truth to come out then I think we need to go somewhere and discuss things.”
“Eddie is anyone home at your house?” she demanded of him.
“N-n-no Lucy” he managed to squeak out. Eddie just lived with his mom and she generally was at work during the day.
“Good then lets go. Eddie you go first, Bobby walk next to me and Jimmy follow behind and no talking” she ordered us until just as we were about to start Lucy had second thoughts about our marching order.
“Wait, Eddie and Jimmy switch places. I don’t want you checking out my ass” she said to Jimmy as he passed by. He looked glum and Eddie appeared ecstatic about this until Lucy spoke to Eddie.
“I don’t want to catch you looking at my ass either and if I do I swear you’ll pay.”
He turned a little green at the gills from that and now seemed uneasy. As we walked I managed to look behind me and I saw he had his head down as we traveled to his house. All the houses in the complex were basically constructed the same with built in garages on the ground floor and when we got to Eddie’s house Lucy directed us to go inside his and to close the door behind us.
It was kept pretty organized in the garage as Eddie’s mom was something of a neat freak. There were shelves along the wall and most things were kept there leaving most of the floor open and free from clutter. Lucy perched her sizable ass on one of those big plastic storage containers kept near the wall.
“Line up boys while I think of an appropriate punishment for you and remember to keep your mouths shut as I think.”
We stood in a row facing her when a sour look came over her face. Glancing sideways I saw Jimmy was standing there with his mouth open and I could practically see the drool forming as we stood.
“Yuck, you boys are so disgusting, I don’t want you looking at me. Just turn around.”
We did as she said and were soon staring at the wall in front of us. I heard Lucy stand up and her flip flops clatter against the floor as she walked around the garage. After a minute she let out an exclamation of excitement and I again heard her come up behind us.
“Well, well boys. I think I have the answer to our little problem. Now before we continue I need you boys to answer my question. I’m going to punish you but you all have to agree to it first and you all have to swear to keep this quiet or forget about it. If any of you say no then you’ll all have to deal with the consequences as it’s my way or I rat you boys out to my Dad.”
“Well I agree” I said “it’s not like I really have a choice.”
“W-w-what are you going to do?” Eddie asked in a frightened voice.
“Does it really matter Eddie” she said in a honeyed tone “either way it’ll be better than me telling my Dad. Who knows maybe he’d even arrest you boys to teach you a lesson.”
Eddie swallowed hard on hearing that and Jimmy looked sick. Within seconds they both agreed to whatever punishment she came up with which no doubt pleased her greatly.
“Okay here’s the deal. Bobby since you’re my stepbrother that makes you guiltier than the rest so I’m going to punish you more.”
“That’s not fair Lucy…”
“Shut up Bobby and listen. For starters from now on you’re going to have to do all my chores except when our parents are home as we don’t want them asking any nosy questions, do we? Plus every morning I want you to make my bed for me and when I think of more I’ll let you know. Now for all of you” she said as she walked in front of us and I saw that Lucy was holding a wooden paint stirrer in her pale hand and it wasn’t the small kind but the larger style for using in five gallon buckets. “You are all going to get a good spanking from me, a bare assed spanking on your naughty little butts. Drop your pants, all three of you.”
Immediately both Jimmy and Eddie began to protest loudly. Each saying there was no way that was going to happen, that they’d let anyone, particularly a teen girl, beat their bare asses.
“Fine” she said with a smile and a second later Lucy had produced her cell phone. “I hope Daddy doesn’t get too upset about having to come home now.”
Eddie fell to his knees and began to plead with her but Lucy turned away as her fingers started to push the buttons on her phone.
“You jerks better agree to whatever she says” I hissed at them “because Lucy doesn’t bluff and if my stepfather gets involved then we’re all dead.”
That settled things and they both quickly agreed to whatever she demanded. On hearing that, Lucy’s grin went ear to ear and she looked genuinely pleased.
“Good decision boys. Now strip naked and once you do bend over and grab your ankles.”
Not having any choice we started to undress reluctantly and in no time there we were, three teenaged boys naked as the day we were born bent over in Eddie’s garage. Lucy, being her bitchy self, decided to milk this for all it was worth before actually spanking us. She walked around us in a circle and as she did she swung the stirrer for effect. Once she passed, Jimmy turned and whispered to me.
“Damn I wish your sister would get on with it. Standing here like this with her so close, I’m starting to get a chubby.”
“What was that? If you have something to say why not let us all hear you” she demanded.
“It was nothing, I swear” he replied nervously.
“It was most certainly something, but fine don’t answer me. BOBBY!”
“Yes Lucy” I responded reluctantly.
“A cat has your friend’s tongue so I want you to tell me what he said if you know what’s good for you. But before you do I want you to stand up straight and look me in my face when you tell me.”
She was standing a few feet in front of me so I reluctantly straightened up and as I did I managed to cover my dick from her view. Before I could speak however Lucy interrupted to tell me something.
“No, no Bobby this is no time to be shy. Since you and your friends have seen all of me its only fair to return the favor. Move your hands and let me see.”
The sound of Eddie snickering came to me as I pulled my hands away from my package as I felt my face redden from embarrassment. Looking straight ahead I told Lucy what Jimmy had said as he glared at me.
“Oh really! Now this I have to see. Stand up Jimmy and let everyone see what I’m doing to you. Don’t be bashful.”
I had to give him credit for having guts though, and he did in more than one way as Jimmy is kind of chunky to begin with. But he stood ramrod straight and made no attempt to hide his hard on. In fact he acted kind of cocky and did his best to push it forward as he looked at Lucy with undisguised longing. She had a disgusted look on her face but she still glanced at Jimmy’s package for a minute before she walked behind us again.
“All right, enough of the preliminaries. Bend back over boys as its time for a good old fashioned spanking.”
As we complied with her order Jimmy called out “Yes Miss Lucy.”
“What was that Jimmy, did I give you permission to speak?”
“Sorry Miss Lucy, I thought I was allowed to answer you.”
“You are but only when I directly address you and since I was speaking to both you and baby Bobby then you were out of line. So I’m afraid you’ll be receiving extra punishment. But I really like what you called me, in fact I want all you boys to call me that from now on. And since you came up with the idea Jimmy I’m going to be kind. The ten extra blows you were going to receive I’m now going to give to baby Bobby instead. What do you think of that Jimmy?”
“Thank you Miss Lucy, not only are you the hottest girl I’ve ever seen but the wisest too” he said with a smirk directed in my direction.
“While that is no doubt true don’t get carried away with things Jimmy. And what do you think about my decision baby Bobby?”
“That it doesn’t matter what I think” I told her truthfully.
“Quite right baby brother and since you didn’t call me Miss Lucy that’s another ten for you. Now what do you say?”
“Thank you Miss Lucy” I answered through gritted teeth.
“Good boy. I’ll give you the extra twenty when everyone has had their original first.”
Without any further talk Lucy began my punishment. As I hunched over she delivered the first blow squarely across my skinny ass making me jump slightly. It stung as she put all her weight into each smack. After fifteen blows to my defenseless ass Lucy paused for a moment allowing me to recover slightly and she really caught me off guard when I felt her hand rubbing my sore cheeks gently.
“Ooh does it hurt Bobby, your butt is so red” she said with a giggle as her soft hand ran over my burning flesh.
“It hurts some…Miss Lucy” I answered remembering at the last second to address her properly. But what was worse was that the touch of her hand was having an even more powerful effect on my front side. As her hand massaged my sore ass most of my body’s free blood was flowing to my growing dick. When her fingers brushed my balls in passing I shuddered from repressed desire.
Without warning Lucy began my punishment again but I barely felt it as my feelings were concentrated on my hard on which shook with every blow she delivered. By the time she finished after giving me another fifteen shots I felt harder than I could remember ever being in my short life.
“That’s all for now Bobby. I’ll give you a break while I discipline your friends first before giving you your bonus spanks. Now be a good boy and stand up straight.”
“Yes Miss Lucy, thank you Miss Lucy” I told her as I stood.
Before she moved on Lucy stared at my erection and as I watched she raised an eyebrow before licking her full red lips.
“Very impressive Bobby, I didn’t realize that you were so developed. I guess you’re not such a baby after all.”
Her words filled me with pride and I held my head high. Maybe I was still a scrawny kid but at least in one area I measured up. Lucy was perspiring from her exertions in spanking me and as I watched she pulled her tank top over her head and tossed it on the plastic bin leaving her clad in only a bra and her snug fitting shorts with the word cheer boldly printed on her butt. Yes my stepsister was a cheerleader, what did you expect?
As Lucy passed me her bare thigh grazed my turgid flesh forcing a tortured moan to escape my mouth. She ignored my outburst but I didn’t doubt for an instant that it was no accident that she touched me in passing. Jimmy was the next to receive her treatment and after delivering thirty blows he too was allowed to straighten his body up. I could see he was rubbing his sore ass with both hands but his erection still stuck out defiantly.
For the most part Lucy ignored that and proceeded to deliver her version of tough love to Eddie. By the time he had received his thirty spanks Lucy’s fair face was flushed and she was breathing heavily but before returning to me she demanded that Eddie stand straight. After that she paced in front of us as her eyes feasted on our hard young cocks. When she looked at Eddie’s his face turned crimson with embarrassment as it was obvious that he didn’t measure up to either me or Jimmy.
“Well, well, well. It seems that little brother isn’t so little after all, he just needs his body to grow to catch up with his boy part. You on the other hand Eddie need your little boy part to catch up with the rest of your body. And Jimmy your parts match up fine.”
Eddie shifted uncomfortably after hearing her words but Jimmy and I beamed from her praise and pushed our ‘boy parts’ out proudly.
“Jimmy and Eddie I want you to both kneel next to my seat, one on each side” Lucy said referring to the container.
They quickly scrambled into position and in seconds were on the concrete floor staring at each other’s faces.
“Bobby I want you to bend over and put your palms flat on the container” she demanded of me.
Once I was in position Lucy stood behind me and again spanked me, this time giving me my ‘bonus’ punishment but truthfully whether it was due to her being a little tired or her not trying as hard the blows this time barely fazed me. I can’t be sure but she seemed more interested in watching my erection jiggle each time the stirrer slapped my tender skin. When she delivered the final blow Lucy tossed the stirrer aside.
“Bobby on that shelf is an exercise mat, get it and put in front of my seat” she ordered me.
Wasting no time I did as she told me, placing it along the concrete floor lengthwise. As soon as I did Lucy sat back down on the container.
“Bobby get on your hands and knees on the mat now, facing me.”
Once I was in position Lucy raised her legs and before I knew it she was using my back as a footrest. It took a minute for her to get comfortable as she shifted her pedicured feet but once she settled in she let out a contented sigh. Then as we all watched Lucy reached behind and unhooked her brassiere and slid it off. Three teenaged jaws hit the floor as her big full breasts were revealed to our eyes and speaking for myself I felt my cock swell even more in response.
Lucy laughed as our eyes practically bugged out of our heads on seeing them so close and when she reached up with both hands and pressed them together that caused little whimpers to escape from our mouths. She was so pleased that she practically beamed from our tortured reaction.
“Do you boys see anything that you like?” she said teasingly before she actually pinched one of her large nipples between a thumb and finger.
“Yes Miss Lucy!” we called out in unison.
“I thought you might. Now because I’m such a nice person I’ve decided to be generous with my assets” Lucy said as she continued to fondle her ample breasts. “But like with everything else you boys must do exactly as you’re told and not disobey me. Understand?”
We all nodded yes, making her smile.
“Okay here’s the deal. Jimmy and Eddie, when I give the word you can begin kissing and sucking my breasts and my nipples like a lot of attention. But don’t even think about using your hands to touch me and you’re also forbidden from touching your dirty boy parts with your hands. If you do then I cut you off from doing more, got it?”
They both nodded as they said “Yes Miss Lucy.”
“Sorry Bobby, I only have two boobs. Besides you’re serving an important function as a footstool and since you’re my stepbrother it would be kind of weird for you to do things to me.”
Both Jimmy and Eddie smirked at my misfortune but only for a second as both moved their mouth onto Lucy’s delectable tits. In a minute she was squealing with delight as both her large, erect nipples were being sucked on. My cock strained futilely at the air while I watched my friends suckle on her large breasts and the longer they did the more it seemed to affect Lucy. By now she was cradling each of my friend’s heads with a hand as they continued to stimulate her large sensitive nipples and her lower body was squirming around. Suddenly she pulled them from her boobs by their hair causing them both to let out groans of disappointment.
“Don’t worry boys, I think you’ll like what I have planned next” Lucy said as she stood.
Reaching down Lucy stroked my chin softly before taking a hold of her short’s waistband and tugging them down to her knees. At that point she shook her hips and they fell to the floor. All Lucy had on now was a tiny white thong and as I watched she did a spin before shaking her bootylicious butt. She then faced me as she bent over giving my friends quite a visual treat.
“Okay boys, if you like you can now literally kiss my ass. Remember – no touching and keep the stray saliva to a minimum.”
Jimmy and Eddie crawled forward and began to cover her delectable booty with kisses and Lucy just ate up the attention. She was teasing me by running her pink tongue over her luscious lips and she winked at me more than once. As soon as she got tired of this she stopped them with but a word.
“Stop. That’s enough boys but now I have a question for you” Lucy said turning toward them. “I was hoping one of you might like to lick my little excited pussy for me. Any volunteers?”
Immediately they both raised their hands like they were in school and called out for her to pick them.
“Gee, I have two eager volunteers and only one pussy. Maybe we should have a contest to see who I choose. Let’s see hmmm, I got it. Okay boys pretty simple rules, the first one who beats his meat and cums is the wiener, I mean winner.”
As soon as the words left her mouth both Eddie and Jimmy started stroking their dicks like their lives depended on it when Lucy caught them off guard.
“Oh yeah, I forgot one part. You have to catch every drop of your cum and eat it.”
I broke into laughter when I saw the sickly expressions on their faces from hearing Lucy’s contest twist. For the first time since I’d met him Jimmy didn’t look happy about having to eat something. He paused for a moment and he looked like he wanted to say something to Lucy but he knew he wasn’t allowed to speak unless she gave him permission. Meanwhile Eddie kept focused and continued spanking his undersized pecker and he appeared close to cumming. He kept his eyes fixated on her covered mound for inspiration when he let out a low moan.
He placed his left palm right beyond his head and in seconds was shooting his spunk onto his hand. He shuddered as it discharged and once it stopped Eddie brought his hand to his mouth. He didn’t look happy about it but as we all watched he licked it up with a pained expression on his face. However once he finished he smiled as he showed Lucy that he had done as she asked for.
“Good boy Eddie” Lucy said as she actually stroked his cheek which easily made his day.
“Thank you Miss Lucy” he gushed in reply.
Turning to Jimmy, Lucy shook her head slowly in a back and forth manner and she had a disgusted look on her pretty face.
“I guess I was wrong about you Jimmy. Here I thought you liked me and found me attractive and yet you barely tried to compete for the honor and privilege to eat my juicy pussy. And believe me its very wet now.”
Lucy pulled the material of the thong to one side revealing that in fact she was quite aroused. Since her back was to me I was unable to see at that moment but from the sounds they made I guessed it was as beautiful as I imagined.
“It’s not that Miss Lucy, I do think you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever seen, even hotter than Megan Fox. Just when you said I had to eat my cum I freaked out for a second and by then I saw Eddie was gonna win so I slacked off. If I could do it over again…”
“Well to prove how forgiving I am as well as magnanimous I’m going to give you an opportunity to make it up to me Jimmy. But first” she said as she turned to face Eddie “I think I should get Eddie started on his reward. Before you start though I want you to clean off your hands as they must be covered in nasty boy fluids.”
Due to his mom being a neat freak there was a hand sanitizing dispenser hung by the door that led into the house and Eddie moved towards it immediately. Lucy turned back my way and smiled.
“Bobby I know you’ve been getting the short end of the stick but it’s not all bad, it’ll help you to build character. Plus I’m going to throw you a bone so to speak. You may use your filthy boy hands to remove my panties, would you like that?”
“Yes Miss Lucy, more than anything” I replied truthfully.
“Well then it appears your wish will be granted” she said stepping right in front of my kneeling body.
My hands were trembling as I reached out and took hold of the waistband of Lucy’s thong. My fingers slid along her soft, bare skin as I pulled the material outward and then down. As I did a key to the universe, or at least one of the most desirable ones, was slowly revealed to my seeking eyes. Lucy’s skin was pale as befitting a natural redhead and as I lowered her thong I caught sight of her sparse and curly pubic hair.
While I continued lowering her panties my eyes feasted on her mons and vulva and I can safely report that Lucy hadn’t lied when she said she was wet. She also had the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen, granted I might have been partial because it was the first live one I’d seen and it was so close that I could touch it. But still I had watched enough porn on the internet that I think I had an idea of the variety that the female flower could take and Lucy’s was simply breathtaking.
Crowned by flame colored hair with her half hidden clit right below, her fleshy folds were slick with her juices and as I watched in amazement Lucy reached down and spread her lips just enough so that I could behold her opening. My cock twitched as for the first time I experienced the scent of aroused female flesh and it was delightful. Once her thong reached her ankles Lucy lifted first one foot, then the other and stepped clear of it.
“If you like Bobby you can sniff my panties while Eddie gets to taste me” she told me.
It was obvious who was getting the best of that deal but beggars can’t be choosers so I happily accepted the crumbs she offered me. My hand raised the thong to my face as I watched Lucy again sit on the container but this time she spread her thick thighs wide. Eddie stood there waiting for a sign from her before attempting anything when with a wanton smile she beckoned for him to kneel next to her.
“Here’s your big chance Eddie so don’t mess it up. Make my pussy feel good” she told him and for the first time that day there was actually a hint of pleading in her voice.
With their positions I had a bird’s eye view of the proceedings as Eddie’s tongue extended out and connected with her pink pussy. Lucy let out a gasp of delight as it ran her length from the bottom of her lips upward until it brushed her clit.
“Oooh yes Eddie, keep doing it like that. I like!” she told him as she leaned back and supported her body with one elbow as her free hand grabbed Eddie by his hair.
With Lucy’s encouragement spurring him on he rapidly lashed her tight teen pussy with his tongue repeatedly. I knew for a fact that Eddie was a virgin as we all were but he had hardly any experience with the opposite sex. Compared to him Jimmy and I were worldly but it was him kneeling beside Lucy eating her and by the sounds she was making he was doing a credible job.
Little moans escaped her full lips as his tongue explored her juicy pinkness, probing deep before working its way up and circling her clit. My nose inhaled Lucy’s scent from her thong and I wished it was me orally servicing my stepsister, the consequences be damned. But now all I could do was watch as Eddie kept licking her beautiful flaming pussy.
Jimmy seemed to be in great distress as well as he stood there watching knowing that he had the chance to be there and he blew it. He was squirming and shifting from foot to foot and he was as hard as ever yet he kept his hands off his ‘dirty boy parts’.
Whether it was just due to the prolonged licking or him doing something different Eddie had Lucy really going nuts. She had lifted her leg closest to Eddie and put her foot on his back and I could see her hand was really pushing his head to her crotch when her eyes shut and she let out a long moan. Her hips bucked upwards a couple of times and I could see her face and chest were flushed. Slowly her eyes opened and her mouth curled into a smile.
“Very good Eddie, you have quite the talented tongue. Have you done this before?”
He stopped licking to answer although he seemed reluctant to tear himself away but when my stepsister asked a question it must be answered.
“Thank you Miss Lucy, no this is the first time I’ve ever been lucky enough to but I’ve watched a lot of porn on the internet to get ideas.”
“Well let me commend you on your viewing habits and your diligence then. Maybe you can let your friends know what you watched and it might benefit them as well. I hate to stop you but I have another idea and we have to move to try it.”
“Okay Miss Lucy” he replied after slipping in a few last licks.
“Jimmy now is your chance to make amends. Jerk off now and of course I want you to eat your cum and if you do I have a reward for you” she told him with a smile.
That was all he needed to hear. No sooner had Lucy spoken then he was frantically beating his meat and before Lucy even had time to move from the container Jimmy was coating his palm with his seed. He groaned with relief as he spewed wildly and it was obvious that he had been on edge due to the extreme stimulation he had been experiencing. Once he finished, Lucy carefully watched to make sure that he swallowed every bitter drop and when she was satisfied she gave him a little smile.
“Good boy Jimmy, you did a good job.”
He basked from her compliment the way a dog does with its master and if Jimmy had a tail it surely would have been wagging now. He then answered her in a quiet voice.
“Thank you Miss Lucy, your wish is my command.”
“Hmm, be careful what you say Jimmy just in case I’m tempted to accept your challenge. You never know what I might wish for.”
He gulped hard at her reply but he appeared resolute in his steadfastness.
“That would be your choice Miss Lucy and all I could do is my best to serve you however you desired.”
“Aww, that’s so sweet Jimmy. I must say that you’re starting to grow on me. Well no more wasting time boys. Bobby I need you to move off the mat for my next idea so scoot.”
Reluctantly I got to my feet and stepped aside and once I did Lucy stretched her voluptuous figure out on her back on the mat.
“Eddddie, kneel on the floor next to me with your head near you know where. Jimmy, kneel on the mat just past my feet. Bobby, stand there and watch and remember not to touch your boy parts.”
It was so unfair I thought to myself, here both my friends had already been allowed to cum although I didn’t miss the part about eating it, but still. My balls wanted to burst and my cock ached and yet it seemed there would be no relief for me while Eddie had already tasted her and it looked like he’d be getting some more and she’d promised Jimmy a reward. As I watched Lucy lifted her legs into the air and held them there.
“Jimmy hold my legs up by my ankles” she directed and once he grasped them she turned to my other friend. “Eddie you may resume licking me now.”
That was all he needed to hear and in no time he was running his tongue on her most sensitive nub making her go crazy in no time. As I watched Lucy brought her feet close together and bent her knees while keeping her thighs spread wide so Eddie had total access. With a wicked smile she moved her feet so that they brushed against Jimmy’s erection which caused him to moan.
“Oooh Miss Lucy” he gasped.
Her only reply was to laugh but she continued to move her feet until she had his cock between the soles of them. Jimmy had a confused look on his face, obviously he wanted to take a more active role but he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to. All he could do was gasp as her feet continued to tease him. While Lucy ignored the sounds Jimmy was making they must have distracted Eddie because I saw he raised his eyes and stared at Lucy’s feet pleasuring Jimmy. When he did, that caused him to slacken his oral efforts which drew Lucy’s swift attention.
“Eddie, what’s going on? Why did you stop licking my pussy?”
“I’m sorry Miss Lucy but…”
“But what Eddie? Go on tell me.”
“Okay but only since you want to know. You’re the boss Miss Lucy and you can do what you want but its unfair is all. I won not Jimmy and yet your feet are playing with his dick not mine.”
“That’s right Eddie, Miss Lucy is playing with me because yours is too small to bother with” Jimmy said with a sneer.
“Hey you’re not supposed to talk Jimmy…”
“No you dumbass, I can’t talk to Miss Lucy but she never said I can’t put you in your place.”
“Boys shut up the two of you. I’m very disappointed in you both, it seems that you’re forgetting what this is about and that’s my pleasure not yours. Is my reward for being nice going to be no one licking my pussy and you fighting like two year olds? See if I’m ever nice again after this.”
“Sorry Miss Lucy but you wanted me to tell you. I apologize for stopping and I’ll try and make it up to you” Eddie replied and once he did his mouth returned to between her legs where he resumed feasting on her juicy pinkness.
“Sorry for fighting Miss Lucy, I promise it won’t happen again” Jimmy said.
“You’re both forgiven boys. It must be tough having to share my attention but you’ll get the hang of it. Eddie do a good job and I guarantee you won’t be disappointed.”
Her words seemed to do the trick because as I watched Eddie redoubled his efforts and I could see his tongue moving like a blur it was going so fast. This was having the desired effect as Lucy was starting to moan again as he pushed her toward orgasm when she caught me off guard.
“Bobby I thought of a way you can help. Kneel down next to me.”
I knelt on the floor on the opposite side of Eddie as I continued to watch him lick her when Lucy snapped me out of my daze.
“Wake up Bobby, here I’m giving you an opportunity and you’re blowing it.”
“Sorry Miss Lucy” I said turning my face to hers.
“That’s all right Bobby” she said between little gasps “but I’d really appreciate if you’d pinch my nipples for me. I think that might push me over the edge but not too hard, okay?”
“Okay Miss Lucy and thank you” I said feeling humbled by her generosity.
Since she was entrusting me with this task I was determined to make sure she didn’t regret it. Carefully reaching my hands out I palmed her bountiful breasts and for a moment just reveled in the feeling of having my stepsister Lucy’s mounds in my hands when I remembered what I was supposed to be doing. My fingers found her erect nipples and I carefully applied pressure to them, squeezing them gently.
“Ooh yes Bobby that’s it, but you can do it a bit harder if you don’t mind. And Eddie don’t stop, I’m getting so close.”
I did as she asked and so did Eddie and in less than a minute I saw her face turn crimson and she wrinkled her little upturned nose and closed her beautiful brown eyes before letting out a moan. Turning I saw that Jimmy’s mouth was open in wonder as he watched Lucy cum and I knew how he felt. She was so hot to begin with and when orgasm hit her she was even more awesome. Slowly her breathing returned to normal and her eyes opened.
“Wow that was good boys. Thanks but don’t stop now, okay.”
I nodded yes and I heard Eddie mumble something but it was muffled by her muff but he didn’t appear to have slowed down any this time when Lucy extended her hand and grabbed his ‘boy part’. His body visibly trembled when that happened and when she started to stroke him slowly I heard a muffled groan escape his mouth which made Lucy giggle.
“Just keep doing what you’re doing Eddie and so will I” she said with a big smile before she spoke to Jimmy next. “Now’s your chance Jimmy, if you want to you can fuck my feet but only if you really are interested.”
No sooner had she said that then Jimmy thrust his hips forward which caused his erection to slide between the soles of her feet. He groaned in delight and the pleasure was clearly reflected on his face. His pudgy hands still held her ankles keeping her feet where he wanted as he rapidly pumped back and forth. During this Lucy kept up her rhythmic stroking of Eddie’s prick and though his head was still buried between her legs her attention was clearly getting the best of him.
Suddenly I felt her other hand on top of mine and she squeezed it as it fondled her breast. I looked at her and she blinded me with a dazzling smile before licking her lips. Just then Eddie let out a strangled cry and as both Lucy and I watched he started to cum. As her hand ran down his shaft some white sticky cum splattered against the floor.
Jimmy was watching too and it seemed to spur him onward as he increased the speed of his thrusts and shortly after he cried out and a second later his cock erupted. Lucy pulled her feet back a little so that his swollen head was pressed between her lovely feet which were soon coated in boy juice. During this Lucy had continued to milk Eddie until no more spunk remained after which she released him. Once they were both done she turned to me.
“Okay Bobby thank you but you can stop now. But you did a very good job.”
Reluctantly I removed my hands and looked down at my own erection which during all this time had received no attention. It was harder than ever and had been oozing clear pre-cum for a while now but it seemed no closer to cumming than before as Lucy was unwilling to touch it nor would she let me bring myself relief.
“Okay boys I only have one more job for you today and it is what you probably expect. Clean up your cum and I think you know how” she said before laughing.
They both groaned from her demand but didn’t argue. At least Jimmy’s ‘snack’ was on Lucy’s feet allowing him to lick them but Eddie had to get his from the concrete floor and the mat. Since he had a bit of his mother in him when it came to neatness and germs I know it skeeved him out but the lure of teen pussy was just too strong. As I watched he licked up his jism though he paused more than once and made a face. Jimmy on the other hand made the best of it as his lips covered every square inch of her feet until they were clean.
“Good job boys, you’ve both done very well. Bobby would you please help me up now” she said again looking my way.
Jimmy released her ankles and once he did I reached my hand down toward hers. She took it and scrambled to her feet with my assistance. Once she was standing she let go of it but as she moved away her hand grazed my hard on making me gasp with frustrated lust.
“Oh sorry about that Bobby” she said with an expression that showed that she was most definitely not sorry and that it had been no accident.
“Boys I think its time to get dressed so let’s get moving.”
We all put our clothes back on including Lucy but I pulled my pants on last as my erection was so hard it hurt to force it into my pants. When we were done we stood waiting for Lucy to decide a course of action which she soon did.
“Bobby put my flip-flops by my feet please” she told me so I crouched at her feet and did as she said.
In this position my head was so close to her crotch that I was drunk from her earthy scent and I wanted to do nothing more than push my face against her mound but I couldn’t making me even more frustrated than before. She slipped her adorable feet into them then patted me on the head before speaking.
“Good bye Jimmy, I want you to leave first. I don’t want you and Eddie talking about me when I’m gone so run along. If I find out you boys don’t respect my wish, well I’ll be very upset with you.”
“Don’t worry Miss Lucy, I won’t say anything about you to anyone except how beautiful and great you are” Jimmy said as he stared at her with his puppy dog eyes.
“Uhh okay Jimmy but now you’re laying it on a bit thick, don’t you think?”
“I’m sorry Miss Lucy but I did mean it.”
“Fine Jimmy, you may go.”
He turned and went and opened the door and with a last look back at Lucy he headed off. Lucy waited a few minutes before turning to Eddie.
“Keep studying those movies Eddie and get even better. A guy who knows how to eat pussy is always a good thing.”
“I will Miss Lucy, thank you for letting me Miss Lucy.”
“You’re quite welcome Eddie. Come Bobby” she said and with that she turned and without pausing left the garage as I hurried to catch up with her.
As we walked down the street Lucy opened her cellphone and punched in some numbers before placing it by her ear.
“Hi Daddy, can you talk? This won’t take long, I just wanted to let you know that I was at the pool. Yeah I ran into Bobby and his dorky friends there but we’re going home now. Umhm no Daddy they were good for a change. Okay see you tonight, be careful, love you too.”
“See Bobby I keep my word” she told me after she hung up.
“Thanks…Miss Lucy” I replied.
“Oh you only have to call me that in front of your friends Bobby. I wouldn’t want them to think I was giving you special treatment because you’re my stepbrother and I love you sooo much” Lucy said before giggling.
Walking home was torture for me as my erection refused to shrink and by now I was experiencing a bad case of blue balls and being so close to my sexy stepsister sure wasn’t helping. Once we got home I planned on going to my room first thing and relieving myself of all the cum that was filling my balls. However as soon as I started upstairs Lucy called out to me.
“Bobby where are you going?”
“Just to my room for a minute Lucy” I said as I continued climbing the stairs.
“What for Bobby, to jerk off?”
“Why does it matter Lucy what I do?”
“Well for a couple of reasons Bobby” she said as she followed me. “For one I want you to do something for me. Two since I might have a tiny bit to do with why you need relief I might feel a tiny sense of obligation and be willing to help. But do what you want.”
With that parting shot Lucy walked into her room and slammed the door behind her leaving me standing in the hallway with my almost painful erection.
For a few seconds I stood there with my mouth wide open before the full meaning of her words sunk in. My stepsister Lucy had implied she was open to helping me cum which was certainly better than what I had planned. A minute later I was gently knocking on her bedroom door.
“Yes what is it?” came the faint reply.
“Lucy it’s me, can I talk to you a minute.”
“Well who else would it be Bobby and you may enter if you want.”
I pushed open the door and saw her standing in her room, facing the door with a smile on her gorgeous face.
“Yes dear stepbrother, what can I do for you?”
“Umm Lucy, I didn’t mean anything by what I said and since you mentioned you wanted me to do something for you I figured I’d ask what.”
“Oh just a small favor Bobby but we can discuss that in a little while. Let’s talk about the other part first. I understand that right now you’re kind of in need of some relief and maybe I can help, that is if you’re interested.”
“Sure that would be cool” I replied trying to sound casual though failing miserably as the desperation clearly came out in my voice.
“Hmm, just two things Bobby. Of course I would have to be in charge and you would have to obey but it seems you’ve already got the hang of that.”
“No problem there Lucy, I have no problem following your orders.”
“Good and the second thing is you’ll have to swear to keep whatever happens secret and I mean it. Obviously my dad and your mom can’t know but you can’t let your dumb friends know either. Even if they tease you about what I did with them you can’t tell them about anything we may do in private. Agreed?”
“Good then lets go to your room” she replied.
I went to my room with her right behind me. She closed the door behind her and I saw that Lucy had her hairbrush in her hand. Quickly I scrambled to clear some of my dirty clothes and other junk from the floor as I saw the disgust on her face and as her nose wrinkled in displeasure.
“Really Bobby, you live barely one step above an animal. This room is such a pigsty. I hope I don’t catch any disease from the lack of hygiene.”
“Sorry Lucy, I’ve been intending to clean it but I just haven’t gotten around to it.”
“I’m sure. You know maybe I might visit you here more often if it was a little more presentable Bobby.”
In the past such a comment would have made it less likely for me to clean my room but right now it inspired me to make it spotless as soon as possible.
“Lucy I swear that once I get a little time I’ll really straighten it out.”
“Make sure you do because its now on your list of things to do right under making your stepsister’s bed every morning.”
While Lucy said this she had pulled out the chair for my desk but that too was covered in various items of mine. I grabbed them as she shook her head in disapproval and I threw them into my closet.
“Boys” was all she said before taking a seat before me. Then Lucy looked me right in my eye before looking at my bulge and smiling sweetly. “Why don’t you take off your clothes Bobby so we can begin?”
She didn’t have to tell me that twice. In less than a minute I stood before her naked with my hard cock sticking straight up. As I watched her hand reached out and her fingers encircled my erection. I groaned with delight as for the first time her hand stroked me from my base up to my swollen head. She did this a few times as if she was trying to gauge my reaction before she looked up at me again.
“First let me tell you Bobby that you have a very nice cock. It’s so hard and hot and looks like it’s a perfect size. Not too small but not so huge that it’ll scare girls away.”
“Thank you Lucy. If you like it that’s enough for me.”
“Oh good answer Bobby. Now I want you to turn sideways then bend over.”
I did as she said and once I was bent her hand grasped my erection again. Without warning she smacked my ass with the back of her hairbrush but at the same time she stroked my cock with her other hand. I moaned from both the stinging blow and the delightful feeling of her hand stroke. Lucy continued this pattern of spanking me while jerking me off at the same time. I was wound so tight by now that before she even reached ten strokes I felt my orgasm barreling down like a runaway train.
“Oooh Lucy I’m cumming” I gasped but her reaction totally shocked me.
She was off the chair almost instantly and crouching before me, then her hand guided my hardness to her ruby red lips. She had just managed to open her mouth when I exploded, firing deep inside her. Lucy now engulfed my head in her wet, warm orifice as I rapidly followed the initial shot with many more. The feeling of her lips wrapped around me as I came was indescribable to me. Never had I felt so good when I came before but this was the first time it was in someone else.
It seemed to go on forever but in spite of that it did end. When no more came out Lucy slowly pulled her mouth off me and looked up at me. She smiled and as I watched she opened her mouth. I could see my cum sitting on her tongue after which she tilted her head back and swallowed it down.
“Did you like that Bobby?”
“That was so fucking awesome Lucy, thank you!”
She stood and kissed me for the first time ever and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. She broke the kiss and giggled when she saw in spite of me cumming that I was as hard as ever and in fact it was moving slightly.
“So do you want to hear about that favor now?”
“Sure” I replied as I was still on cloud nine and I probably would have agreed to give her my soul or offer up my firstborn to please her at that moment.
“Well” she said while staring at the floor “Bobby the thing is that I own a vibrator. You know what that is, right?”
“Of course Lucy, I’m not an idiot.”
“Never said you were. The problem is my batteries are dead and I was thinking that you could run to the store and get me some new ones.”
“No problem Lucy, you just have to tell me what size you need and I’ll pick them up for you.”
“Well I was thinking…” she said playing with a strand of her fiery hair “that maybe I can wait for the batteries until tomorrow. That is if you are willing to help me out now in another way today.”
“What do you need Lucy?”
“Maybe I could substitute this” Lucy answered as her hand seized my erection “in its place. Of course you’ll have to do it my way and exactly as I instruct you. What do you think Bobby, interested?”
How could I not be interested? The thought of my hard cock being buried in Lucy’s beautiful pussy sounded like the greatest idea in the world to me and I couldn’t think of any demand she could make that would change that in any way.
“I think I can go along with that Lucy” I said in my most nonchalant tone before a smile came over my face.
“All right Bobby, before we start you have to change those sheets. There’s no way my body is touching that sheet that you’ve been sleeping and sweating on for who knows how long.”
“No problem Lucy” I told her already opening the door on my way to the linen closet.
By the time I’d returned Lucy had stripped down and was waiting expectantly. It took but a minute to change the sheet at which time I turned to her and bowed while extending my hand toward the bed.
“Lie down Bobby” she ordered in a voice that brooked no dissent and I obeyed without question. “Now put your arms above your head and spread them out.”
Once I had I saw that Lucy was holding some of my long athletic socks in her hand which she used to tie me up. She tied first one hand then the other to my headboard tightly. Next Lucy did the same with my ankles and the footboard so that I was tied spread eagle to my mattress.
“Try and see if you can move Bobby” she told me after she finished her preparation.
I did my best to attempt to pull free or move my body but Lucy had done too good a job of restraining me. When she saw that I was helpless she gave me a wicked smile then climbed onto the bed with me. She wasted no time but instead straddled my body with her big ass just inches above my straining erection.
“Listen up Bobby boy! Remember that you are filling in for my vibrator not my boyfriend. So that means basically I want you to just lay there while I use your cock for my pleasure. No thrusting or moving your hips or anything like that. If you do then we’ll stop so don’t ruin it for us both. I understand that you’re flesh and blood but I also want you to try hard not to cum and if you’re close then tell me so I can do something. Understand?”
“I understand Lucy, I’ll do my best but I don’t know how long I can last. I – I’ve never been with a girl before Lucy” I admitted sheepishly to her.
“Ooh, that means I’ll be your first. How cool is that – for you I mean” she said with a smile “but I’m sure you’ll do fine. Think positive. Besides I figure at your age you can cum a bunch of times in a row and so far you’ve only cum once today. Maybe you should close your eyes though so my fabulousness doesn’t make you cum too fast.”
After saying that she actually took my pillow and put it over my face so I couldn’t see a thing. The next thing I knew her hand grasped my shaft and angled it up and then I felt my swollen head brush against something hot and wet a number of times. Lucy already was making little noises as my cock rubbed against her outer lips when she guided it unerringly to her hole.
We both gasped aloud though mine was muffled by the pillow as my head pushed into her paradise. Lucy let out a low moan as she sank onto my thick shaft. It felt incredible like it was being squeezed by the hottest, wettest and tightest flesh glove in the world as slowly she engulfed my member. Lucy worked down until the only part of me not in her pinkness was where her hand still tightly gripped the base.
She then slid up leaving just my head in her but no sooner had she done that then she slid back down swallowing me up again. Already I could feel my balls boiling with hot cum and as Lucy began to ride me faster. I heard her making little mewing sounds as I filled her tight kitty with my flesh ‘vibrator’ only unlike a vibrator I was about to explode.
“Lucy I can’t take much more” I called out to her.
No sooner had I said that then I felt her hand slide from the base of my cock to my balls right below it. Instead of caressing or playing with them Lucy grabbed and squeezed them painfully so that I cried out. As she did she continued her body’s movement, now taking all of me in her. Lucy squeezed them for only a short time but for the moment it had prevented me from cumming. The soft flesh of her legs rubbed against mine as her body rocked up and down thrilling me from the feeling and I reveled in it. All I could do in my position was to experience the pleasure of my teen stepsister riding me.
Again I felt my orgasm approaching and in spite of her preventative method being painful I still warned her. She surprised me this time because instead of grabbing my balls she removed the pillow from my face. Even if I hadn’t been about to cum the sight that confronted me would have made me. There was my lovely stepsister bouncing on me with her large breasts swaying and I saw her fingers were between her thighs rubbing frantically.
“Lucy I’m cumming” I called out as my first shot fired deep inside her.
She just kept riding as my cum filled her channel until it was her turn. Without warning she stopped moving and her vaginal muscles almost crushed me as her body tightened from her climax. We remained motionless for a few minutes as we recovered at which time Lucy spoke.
“That was great Bobby. It feels like you’re still hard so what do you say, want to keep going?”
“As long as you let me Lucy.”
“Good boy” she replied.
Her hand reached back and freed her scarlet hair from the ponytail allowing it to gently cascade to her milky shoulders. Then she rested her hands on my chest as she started to move again. It was so much better to be able to watch her as she worked her body up and down my shaft.
Lucy adjusted her position, managing to move from being on her knees to where she was crouching on her feet. This allowed her to continue to maintain her balance leaning on my chest while slamming her pelvis hard with each movement. My upper thighs were soaked from our combined juices that leaked from her as she did so and we were making a squishing sound from our coupling.
Her fingernails scraped my skin as she ran them across my chest and to my stomach causing me to shudder and leaving her mark on me. Lucy paused to catch her breath and a moment later once again changed her body position. This time she stretched her legs out straight so that her pretty pedicured toes were on either side of my head. Lucy then leaned back a little while supporting herself with her hands which she placed right outside my legs.
She alternated bouncing up and down on me with periods of just gyrating and grinding her hips against my restrained body. Though unable to move my limbs I managed to turn my head just enough to where I was able to kiss her perfectly formed foot.
“Ooh yes Bobby, that feels nice. Maybe you can suck on my toes next” Lucy said as she maneuvered her foot closer.
Opening my mouth I eagerly sucked her big toe as she continued to work it. I licked and sucked every one of her piggly wigglies on that foot, in fact I actually managed to fit three in my mouth at once. Lucy seemed to really get off from this but I wasn’t surprised. She enjoyed being worshipped and in control so this was right up her alley.
Her pelvis moved in a circular movement as she ground herself against me until I thought I couldn’t take it anymore. Without warning I felt her body tense up and she closed her eyes as she neared her climax. Lucy had told me not to move but I was unable to prevent myself from what I did next. Though I had little ability to move my limbs tied securely as I was I did manage to raise my pelvis up a few inches driving deeper into her fiery pussy.
She let a moan escape her lips which spurred me to thrust rapidly into her paradise nudging her aroused body to climax. When her internal muscles clamped on me I let loose again, firing up into her until I almost passed out from the sheer pleasure of it all.
It took us a while to recover from this round but finally Lucy roused herself and with a groan disentangled her body from mine. Kneeling next to me she again kissed me but as I responded Lucy pulled her mouth away.
“You were a bad boy Bobby. I told you not to move and you disobeyed me” she said although she was smiling and didn’t appear angry. “So to teach you a listen you have to do one more thing before I free you.”
She lifted a shapely thigh and moved it to my other side effectively straddling me then scooted her body forward so that her now well fucked pussy was over my face. In this position I could see our mingled fluids in her and on her thighs and without a word she lowered herself onto my mouth. She grabbed my nose between a finger and thumb and squeezed.
“Okay Bobby, now it’s your turn to lick up your cum. While you’re at it feel free to sample my juices and if you make me cum as a bonus then I’ll think of something to reward you with.”
I was unable to answer as I was already lapping away. If eating my own cum was the price to pay to eat Lucy then I considered it a bargain. My tongue burrowed deep in my stepsister as she squealed with delight.
THE END As always comments, Comments for my story are appreciated. Thank you readers!
After a night of disobeying, a punishment is handed out
All night she has been pushing my buttons and testing my patience, by questioning me and disobeying my commands. I thought she had learned her lesson the last time I punished her, but apparently she thinks being out in public will protect her. It will for now, but I won’t forgive or forget her insolence when we leave. And being it is her companies Christmas party, I don’t want to embarrass my favorite play toy. I met her a few months back when I was out for a drink. A little smaller than has been my preference at only about 5’3”maybe 5’4”. Her breasts were nearly perfect orbs of flesh with perfect nubs of a nipple on them, made so much more perfect with the two barbells sticking through them. But what initially caught my eye was the blonde hair that caressed the top of her ass cheeks. When we first met she wasn’t into the lifestyle, but has quickly found what she likes and is always open to explore new fetishes, as long as I’m coaching her through them and taking care of her.
I snap back to what’s going on, and press the button on my remote, setting off the bullet hidden in her panties, I know it hit her as she stopped speaking mid-sentence. This little bauble was actually one of her ideas, and I use it to tease her throughout the night, keeping her wet with anticipation of later. I turn it back off as she turns to me face flushed and I indicate to her that it’s time to leave. When we get to the car, I stop her, sliding my hands down her legs and then back up under her dress, gripping her panties and pulling them down and off of her feet. Her musk and readiness is apparent, both by her scent and the dampness of her panties. When she sits down, I open the back door, pulling her arms behind her seat and handcuffing them back there. Then I go around front, and cuff her legs. At this point she can tell she is in trouble. I get in the driver’s seat and slap her inner thighs apart, as I pull the top of her dress down exposing her breasts. She is a little bit of an exhibitionist, not liking to be fully exposed, so being in my car with tinted windows is a good start for her. As I start driving I start to rub up and down her lips, flicking her clit with my pinkie, bringing her right to the edge and stopping.
She is apologizing for disobeying me and promising it won’t happen again. I continue to ignore her as I park in my garage. I un-cuff her legs and hands allowing her to get out, and then quickly re-cuff her hands and lead her into my basement. For her first punishment, I pull her arms over her head and cuff her to a chain. Then I attach a spreader bar to her ankles, so now she forms an inverted Y. I go up to her and suck a nipple into my mouth, tugging at it as she moans. I slide her dress the rest of the way off of her and pull on the chain drawing her up so her feet barely touch the ground. I go to the wall behind her and grab a whip and remove my shirt as I walk quietly back over to her. My first strike is a gentle across her ass cheeks but she still lets out a yelp, likely from being startled.
“You’ve been quite naughty this evening” I say to her.
“I’m sorry babe, it won’t happen again” is her reply.
I arch my eyebrow and look at her as she quickly says “sir, I meant sir” with a devious grin on her face. She is looking forward to the punishment as much as I am looking forward to give it to her. I bring the whip down across her ass again, this time she yelps in a little bit of pain. I drop the whip preferring to use my hand on her, I put one hand on her pussy, sliding my middle finger inside of her, and bring the other onto her ass cheek with a SMACK. She thrusts forward grinding into my hand as I smack her. Again I smack her, this time on the other cheek, and again she moans and grinds into my hand. I smack her for a third time, and I feel her pussy clench against my finger as I can feel her nearing an orgasm, so I quickly remove my finger. She says “no” with desperation in her voice, as she realizes the pain is not her punishment, but me withholding her orgasm is.
I swat her ass a few more times until it is glowing red. I go to the freezer and remove an ice cube, and bring it back to her. I rub it along her ass cheeks cooling them down. First one cheek and then the other. Then I kiss all around her cheeks, as I take the cube and run it up and down her lips. She shivers against me while trying to grind into my hand again so I place the cube between her lips and tell her to hold it there. While she does that I lower the chain so she can stand and I un-cuff her from the chain. From there I walk her to my saw-horse, modified with cushioning, I stand her in front of it, take her hands and pull her over it, cuffing her hands to the spreader bar.
I go to the table and select a vibrator, a little bit smaller than me, about 6-inches in length and an inch around. I turn it on high, come from behind her and rub it up her lips, coating it in her juices and the water from the melting ice cube. I place it against her clit as I bend down and suck the ice cube from her lips. At this point the only thing I hear from her is a whisper of “please let me cum, I’m gonna die. Please let me cum, I’m gonna die.” I continue to rub her clit with the vibrator, until she start tensing up, and then I pull it away again. I do this again and again and again, each time her begging gets more desperate. The next time I place my mouth on her clit and slide the toy inside of her, her juices just pouring onto my face and beard, her legs start trembling as she grinds as best she can into my mouth…and I stop. She screams in frustration, as I tell her to remember this the next time she feels like disobeying an order.
“I will, I will” she says in desperation.
I stand and go behind her, her ass still a little red and I kick off my pants. I drop to my knees and begin slowly licking her juices from her thighs. First the right, kissing and sucking, stopping right below her pussy. Then I move the left, starting from the top, licking and kissing my way down to her knee. Then suddenly I bury my face into her waiting snatch, licking and lapping at her juices, I stop long enough to tell her she is free to cum as she wants, and as soon as I put my mouth back on her hole, she releases, flooding my mouth and face with her cum. Then she collapses, breathing heavy, she breaths out “thank you” as I continue to lick and clean the juices from her swollen lips. I stand up and place my hard cock against her opening, and thrust in all the way. She throws her head back in ecstasy as I start thrusting in and out of her, and she cums again, her pussy clenching onto my cock, sucking me into her.
I alternate between fast and slow, soft and hard as I slide my cock in and out of her. After about the sixth orgasm, she says her safe word “cumquat”. The first orgasm took most of it out of her, and the other five made her unable to stand. So I un-cuff her hands and her feet and lead her over to the couch. I sit her down and sit down next to her, stroking her hair. Breathing heavily still she takes my shaft and starts sliding her hand up and down, her juices still acting as lube. She cuddles into my chest as I moan out in pleasure, her hand rubbing up and down, her thumb circling over the head once in a while.
As I tense up, she knows I’m going to cum, so she lowers her mouth. The first blast of cum hits her in the cheek before she can get her mouth around my cock. I then squirt three or four more big blasts of my hot semen in her mouth, too much for her to take, so some of it oozes out of her lips around my cock. After I’m done, she licks my shaft clean, and we get up and head to the bedroom. Both satisfied, we drift off to sleep, my arms wrapped around her and her head nestled into my chest.
Spanked for Love
Chapter 17 I may be in trouble for my fun I had when John was away.
I last left you with finding out that the fishing trip John took with his dad was really a visit to Las Vegas for some gambling and a visit to the local whorehouse. I was hurt over it because he had not told me the truth. If not for DeRonda, I never would have known. You would be better to read my last story “Fishing for Trouble” as this chapter picks up where I left off.
I just stayed in bed the next day crying mostly. I felt so guilty over what I had done. I felt even worst because I had enjoyed it so much. I also was not feeling very good, as my pussy was more than a little sore from the fucking I took. However, that big black cock had felt good deep in my pussy after I got used it.
I finally pulled myself from the bed. I took a long hot shower trying to wash away my sins. I cleaned the whole apartment twice. It was spotless by the time I was done. I sat down on the sofa thinking about just what I was going to do. About that, time there was a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole and I saw it was DeRonda. I hesitated for a few seconds before I opened the door.
“Janet, are you OK?” DeRonda asked as I left her in.
“Yes, I am OK,” I replied as I walked her into the living room and we sat on the sofa.
“Oh the sofa is a little wet were you playing before I got here?” DeRonda asked as she sat down beside me.
I looked over at her and I busted out balling again. DeRonda put her arms around me and she told me that everything was going to be OK. She told me that her nephew was a fucking idiot. DeRonda told me that the boy was going to face her wrath when he got home for upsetting me like this.
“No DeRonda he called me last night,” I said as I wiped at my tears. “John told me the truth,” “He even told me that he had wished he had listened to you,” I added before I started to cry again.
“There there my dear,” DeRonda replied as she rubbed at my hand. “Then what has you so upset Janet?” She asked me.
“I can’t tell you,” I replied.
“Janet you can tell me anything,” “What ever you tell me will always be just between you and I,” DeRonda said as she took some tissue from her purse and used it to wipe at my tears.
“If I tell you I will get other people in trouble,” “So I just can’t,” I replied as I cried even more.
“JANET, I can not help you if you do not tell me what is going on,” DeRonda said, as she looked me straight in the eyes.
I looked into her eyes and I saw John’s eyes at first. However, those sparkling blues green eyes were not the same lovely eyes as before. Her eyes had a stern strict look to them as I peered into them. I even thought I had saw anger in her eyes as she looked into mine.
“DeRonda I did a terrible thing,” I said pausing to take a deep breath. “I was unfaithful to John last night,” “It would have been bad enough if it was with one person,” I said as I paused again. “But I had sex with two guys right here in our apartment last night,” I added as I started to cry again.
DeRonda just sat there staring at me. It seemed like her eyes were transfixed on mine. I stared back into her eyes as she stared into mine. I saw her eyes change again back to those lovely blue green eyes that started to sparkle. I saw a smile come to her face as I gazed into her eyes.
“Thank you Janet,” DeRonda said as she patted my hand.
“Why are you thanking me I was unfaithful to your nephew?” I asked, as I was bewildered over her telling me that.
DeRonda pulled another tissue out of her purse and she wiped at my eyes as she replied, “Because you told me the truth my dear and that is all that matters.” “When you tell someone the truth Janet it shows them that you trust them and that you also care for them.” “When you lie you can hurt many people,” “But the lie you tell will always hurt yourself the most.”
I sat there processing what she had just told me. Suddenly I knew the answers to all the questions I had. I was going to have to tell John the truth about what I did and why. I also knew that I had to tell DeRonda the truth as well. I looked into those lovely sparkling blue green eyes again.
“DeRonda the two men I had over here last night were…” I said.
However, DeRonda cut me off before I could finish as she replied, “I know my dear Steve and Phil.”
I sat there bewildered again for a few seconds before I asked, “How did you know?”
DeRonda went on to tell me that she had gotten a visit early in the morning from two very scared men; being Steve and Phil. She told me that both of them work for her. The two had told her a little story about how they had picked up a girl who wanted to have some fun. They told me about everything that happened over here last night. They also told me about how they found out that you were my nephew’s girlfriend.
I cut her off as I asked, “Why were they scared of you?”
DeRonda gave me a little smile as she replied, “Janet you are off limits to any person I know,” “And anyone that knows me knows this.”
“Why am I off limits?” I asked with a dumbfounded look on my face.
“Because you are very special to my nephew,” “And anyone that would ever cause him grief will have to deal with me that is why,” DeRonda replied.
“Are Steve and Phil in trouble?” I asked sheepishly.
“Let’s just say they won’t be seeing you again,” DeRonda replied as she stared at me.
I must have had a look of horror on my face because DeRonda added, “Janet, I only sent them to work in another part of the state,” “Far away from you and John that’s all dear.”
I looked down to the floor and then back up to DeRonda and I asked, “Am I in trouble with you as well?”
“Not at all Janet,” “What you did was a sin of passion.” “Your sin all started with one little lie about taking a fishing trip,” DeRonda replied. “Now I am not saying what you did was right or wrong. “ “That is something for you to decide, all that mattered to me was that you told me the truth,” She added as she gave me a big hug.
I hugged her back and as I did I said, “It was wrong what I did, no matter how hurt or mad I was.” “Now I have to be truthful to John as well.”
“I do think that would be for the best my dear,” DeRonda replied. “I do know it will be best for in here,” she added as she laid her hand against my beating heart in my chest.
“Thanks DeRonda,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her.
When we were done hugging, both of us had to wipe tears from our eyes. We sat there talking for a while. I showed her the letters that Julie had sent to John. DeRonda told me she knew all about them; John had shown them to her the same day he got them. She told me that I had nothing to worry about from Julie. We talked late into the night. DeRonda asked me if I was OK now, as she had to get going.
I said, “I am feeling much better.” I walked her toward the door and I asked, “But could I ask you one more question?”
“What Janet you may ask me anything,” DeRonda replied.
“Would you have really cut heir dicks and balls off?” I asked her.
“Wait until you see my new toy,” DeRonda replied giving me a wink as she went out the door.
The next day John returned home. He entered our apartment with his suitcase and a lovely bouquet of red roses. He handed me the lovely roses as I got up from the sofa to greet him.
“Janet I am sorry,” John said as he started to put those big lovely arms around me.
I stopped him before he went on and I replied, “Never mind about that, please sit down I have something to tell you.”
John sat down and I sat beside him; I gazed up into his sparkling blue green eyes as I said, “John I had sex with two guys right here on this sofa while you were gone.” “One of them was a black man and he was the one I had fun with at the porno shop with your aunt.
John did not say a word he just looked around the living room and then back to me before he replied, “Well at least you cleaned the living room.”
“John did you hear me?” I asked before I added, “I said I fucked two guys here on the sofa and in our bed as well while you were gone.”
John smiled and he replied, “Did you clean the bedroom up as well?”
“JOHN!” I yelled as I was not for sure he was even paying any attention.
“Janet its OK I understand.” “It was my fault that it happened,” John said as he took a hold of my hand. “I have only one question for you Janet.” “Are you in love with either of the two men?” John asked as he looked deeply into my eyes.
“NO it was just sex,” I replied rather shocked that he had even asked.
“Then that is just what it was,” “Pure and simple sex,” “I love you to much to worry about you just having sex with someone,” “As long as it was just sex and not love,” John said as he took me into his arms.
We kissed for hours while sitting there on the sofa. We also talked which really made me feel better. John even told me about Julie, I told him I had found the letters. We talked some more and kissed again as John started to play with my tits.
“You know you are going to have to tell me all about your little bit of fun,” John whispered into my ear.
“I will,” I replied as I placed my hand on his hard fucking cock.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. I got up and I looked through the peephole. There stood DeRonda. I opened the door and I left her in.
“Did he make it home?” She asked as she walked in.
However, she saw him before I could reply and she hurried right over to him. DeRonda was standing square in front of him as I joined her. DeRonda reached for me and she gave me a very deep and passionate kiss. I broke our kiss and I was going to say something when DeRonda put her finger to my lips. I knew that meant for me to be quiet for now.
I looked to John who had his head hanging down so that he was looking away from his aunt. DeRonda turned back to John giving him her full attention. I saw that look fill her eyes as I thought to myself; someone is in trouble big time.
“BOY how many times have I told you about telling a lie?” DeRonda yelled right by his bowed head.
John did not reply he just sat there with his head down. I looked into her eyes again as she stood there waiting for him to answer her. The sparkle was completely gone from her eyes. I had saw eyes like that back when John got very mad while doing those steroids.
“BOY, look at me when I am talking to you,” DeRonda yelled out as she took her hand and cuffed him up along side of his head’
“Sorry Aunt DeRonda,” John replied sheepishly.
“I told you some day you were going to tell a lie that would hurt people close to you but not as much as it was going to hurt you,” DeRonda yelled at him in a very stern and direct voice.
“Yes Aunt DeRonda,” John replied with a slight break up in his voice.
DeRonda turned to me and she asked, “Janet did you inform my nephew about what his lie cause you to do?”
“Yes but it was as much my fault as…” I replied but she placed her finger to my lips again as she smiled at me.
DeRonda turned her attention back to John as she said, “I thought I raised you better than that,” “Boy you know that you are going to have to pay for your lie.”
John looked at her and with a rather sad face he replied, “Yes Aunt DeRonda.”
“Janet my dear I left a bag outside the door could you go fetch it for me please?” DeRonda asked me.
I went to the door and I opened it. There lying up against the wall was a rather big gym bag. I picked it up and I brought it into the living room. I laid it on the floor beside DeRonda.
“Thank you Janet,” “You are such a sweet and dear girl,” DeRonda said as she rubbed her hand along the side of my face before she turned her attention back to John..
“Boy how long as it been since you faced my wrath?” DeRonda asked John.
“Not since I was in the ninth grade and I borrowed a car from dad’s lot,” John replied.
“You did what?” DeRonda said in a very stern voice as she glared at him.
“I stole a car from my dad’s lot,” John replied right away.
I stood there in shock when I heard that. I could not believe that John had stolen a car from his dad’s lot. No way, John was an all-American boy he never did anything wrong. I had never known him to be in any type of trouble at all. I looked at DeRonda with my mouth hanging open in shock.
DeRonda smiled at me then turned back to John her smile was instantly off her face as she said, “Boy you know the drill go get ready.”
“Yes Aunt DeRonda,” John replied. “Aunt DeRonda may I ask you something first?” John asked as he stood up.
“Yes you may,” DeRonda replied.
“Does Janet have to be here?” John asked her.
“Yes for she needs to learn how to deal with you,” DeRonda replied. “Now get going,” DeRonda added.
I stood there watching John as he walked slowly from the living room to the bedroom with his head hanging down. He never even looked at me as he got off the sofa. I watched him slowly enter the bedroom and close the door behind himself. I turned back toward DeRonda who had put that bag up onto the sofa.
“DeRonda what are you going to do to him?” I asked not knowing for sure.
DeRonda told me that she had pretty much raised John when he was a young one, because his mom and dad were busy with getting the car lot together. She told me that while she did not always teach him right from wrong in some areas giving me a little wink. She did always try to instill in him that telling a lie no matter how small would turn around and bite him on his ass sooner or later.
“I am about to bite his ass just like the good ole days,” DeRonda said as she pulled a spanking paddle from the bag. DeRonda put the paddle down and she reached back into her bag pulling out a folded black outfit and said, “Here this is for you Janet,” as she handed it to me.
“For me,” I replied with a surprised look on my face.
I unfolded it and there in my hands was a black leather full body suit. I remember seeing this at the porno shop. It was shiny black, sleeveless and it had three holes cut in it. There were two holes for your tits to stick through and an opened crotch for your pussy. I looked back at DeRonda who had one just like it in her hand.
“Remember we talked about you being in charge,” DeRonda said.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Well it is time to start your training,” DeRonda replied. “Now go slip it on in the bathroom,” she added.
I went into the bathroom and I got into it. I loved it, as it fit snugly on my body. My big tits bloomed from the holes as I looked at myself in the mirror. I turned sideways and I thought my tits even looked bigger as they hung from the holes. I returned to the living room to find that DeRonda was in hers as well.
Those huge tits of hers seem to have gotten twice as big as they hung through her opening as well. She was on the sofa pulling on a pair of high heel boots. I could she her red hairy bush sticking out from the open hole in the crotch of the body suit as she put her boots on.
“Your boots are right there my dear,” DeRonda said as she pointed to the end of the sofa.
I walked over and I sat on the arm of the sofa putting them on. I stood up after I had slipped them on. They had a very high heel on them and they made me even taller than I am. I turned toward DeRonda on the sofa and I placed my boot up onto the arm of the sofa.
“Thank you for my outfit, I love it,” I said to her as I left my hand run down to my pussy sticking through the opening.
DeRonda smiled and she walked over to me. With my boot still up on the arm of the sofa she placed her lips onto mine. She kissed me deep and with passion as her hand rubbed against my bare boobs hanging from my suit. I placed my boot back onto the floor as I slipped my tongue into her mouth.
Her tongue came darting back into mine. We sucked on each others tongues as we kissed. I slipped my hand down between her legs into her red bush. My fingers soon found those lovely hanging pussy lips of hers. I slipped two of my fingers between them to find that her pussy was dripping wet. I started to slide my fingers in and out of her moist wet hole.
Her pussy started to suck at my fingers as I kissed her harder. I felt her hand slide under me as she slipped her middle finger fully into my pussy. We moaned into her others mouths as we stood there fingering each other. I had almost forgotten all about John when DeRonda broke our kiss and pulled her fingers from my pussy as I pulled mine from hers.
“Time to teach the boy a lesson,” DeRonda said as she licked at my juices that were on her middle finger.
“What do I do DeRonda?” I asked her.
“Just watch and follow my lead,” “I know you will catch on,” DeRonda replied.
“BOY, get your butt out here,” DeRonda yelled in a loud stern voice.
I turned to the bedroom door as it slowly opened. John came out slowly he was naked as the day he was born. John looked up at me just for a second before he put his head back down. He slowly walked over to us with his hands folded in front of his cock. He stopped at the arm of the sofa.
“Boy what are your hands hiding?” DeRonda asked sternly.
“Nothing Aunt DeRonda,” John replied not looking up.
“Then show us,” DeRonda ordered him.
John removed his hands from the front of his body. As his hands pulled away, I could see his cock was growing hard. I watched it grow as my own pussy dripped. I gave my pussy a little rub as I watched. His cock was soon standing out rock hard from his body.
I ran my eyes up and down that finely toned body of his. It made my body tremble with sexual desire. My body grew hotter as my eyes ran over his body. He was standing there with his bare massive chest sticking out, those lovely muscular arms at his side. That well-defined six-pack abs rippled above his now hard and throbbing cock. I looked to DeRonda; I believe his hot toned body was having the same affect on her as well as I saw her boobs give a little heave as she grasped for some air.
“Boy I see that cock of yours is doing your thinking again,” DeRonda said. Then she looked at me and said, “Janet take his cock into your hand.”
I went over to John and I wrapped my hand around his hard throbbing cock. John pulled a little bit back from me as my hand touched his cock. DeRonda told him to put his hands behind his back and to keep them there. John did as she told him too.
“Janet take your hand and squeeze on his cock,” DeRonda said.
I did as she told me. I lightly squeezed on his hard cock. I could feel it throbbing against my hand as I tightened my fingers around it. I tightened my grip on his cock more, I wanted to pump on it with my hand but I did not.
“Harder Janet, I said squeeze on his cock hard,” DeRonda said as she came over beside me.
“Like this,” I replied tightening my fingers around it more, which caused some pre-cum to ooze from his cock.
“That’s good Janet but it works better like this,” DeRonda said.
DeRonda reached over and she took John’s cock head between her finger and her thumb. DeRonda squeezed them together pinching at the head of his cock. John sucked at some air and he gave out a groan as she did. I was shocked to see his cock almost instantly go soft in my hand. I left my hand slip from his limp hanging cock.
DeRonda smiled at me as she said, “Lesson 1 do not let him enjoy it.” She looked at John and she said, “That hard cock is what got you in trouble to begin with BOY.” “Now lie across the arm of the sofa and assume the position,” DeRonda ordered him.
John walked to the arm of the sofa. He leaned over so that his cock was right on the arm with his chest upon the sofa seat. His cute butt hung up high in the air. His muscular legs were apart slightly but enough that I could see his balls hanging down.
“Janet, get that bottle of oil from my bag,” DeRonda said to me.
I got the bottle and she told me to rub some of that special lotion onto his butt. I opened the bottle and I poured some onto his butt and into my hand. I started to rub it into his butt cheeks. The oil was getting hot as I rubbed it all around his cheeks. By the time, I had finished rubbing the oil into his butt it was down right hot and so were my hands. I saw John clinching his butt cheeks together from the heat that the oil was causing.
DeRonda handed me a wet towel and she told me that it was special warming oil and that the water would take the burn from my hands. DeRonda told me that if he had been very bad she would have had me rub a little on his hanging balls, which she reached out and tugged at with her hand.
DeRonda took a hold of the paddle and she walked to the sofa where John had his face laying off to the side. She sized the paddle up with her one hand while holding it in her other. She gave her hand a little whack with the paddle. I could see that John had never taken his eyes from the paddle that she held.
“BOY why are you about to be paddled?” DeRonda asked him giving him a stern look.
“Because I did not tell Janet the truth,” John replied.
“And why was this wrong BOY?” DeRonda asked smacking the paddle into her hand again.
“Because if you love someone and care for them you would never tell them an untruth that may hurt them,” John replied.
“When you do tell a lie BOY who gets hurt the most?” DeRonda asked John as she moved to the arm of the sofa.
“The person who told the lie and that would be me,” John replied as he buried his face into the couch.
A loud whack filled the living room as DeRonda raised the paddle in her hand and she brought it down soundly against his butt. John flinched a bit as his smooth hair free ass turned red instantly. I could not believe that she had hit him with the paddle as hard as she had. However, at the same time my body was tingling with more sexual desires than ever before.
“Janet, give me a number,” DeRonda said to me.
My mind was elsewhere as my pussy was wet and throbbing however, I replied, “15,” as the number had just popped into my head.
I saw John sink down into the sofa some more as he tightened his butt cheeks up. I watched as DeRonda raised the paddle again. She brought the paddle down across his butt fifteen times. Fifteen loud whacks from the paddle filled the room and with each smack, I got hornier. John barely moved at all each time that paddle came down across his ass. His ass was glowing red by the time that paddle had hit his ass fifteen times.
DeRonda handed me the paddle and she walked back around to John, who still had his face buried into the sofa. She lightly rubbed her fingers through his hair as she sat down onto the sofa. DeRonda tapped her fingers lightly on the top of his head.
“Boy if you would have only used this head up here and not the one below the three of us could be having so much fun right now,” DeRonda said to him before she grabbed a handful of his hair and looked back at me.
“Janet you are to give him 15 more hard whacks from the paddle.” “And if I feel that you are holding back on any of them.” “Well let’s have John tell you my dear,” DeRonda said as she pulled his face out of the couch by his hair.
“Janet if you do not make me feel them I will only lie to you again,” John replied in a loud clear voice.
“What else?” DeRonda asked John.
“If you really do love me you will make them hurt because if they don’t.” “You will have to take my place over the arm of the sofa as I give you 15 whacks,” “And Janet I really do love you so mine are going to hurt,” John replied.
“Good boy,” DeRonda said as she left his face go back down into the sofa and she started to stroke his hair again.
DeRonda looked at me and she nodded her head as she gave me a smile. I raised the paddle and I gave the man I love fifteen hard smacks from the paddle. John butt was redder than red by the time I had finished and my pussy was dripping juices.
I felt so in charge as I delivered each of them as well. It was a rush for me to be smacking his ass with the paddle. Each time the paddle landed, I knew I loved him even more. Each time I raised the paddle I felt my pussy juices flowing freely. I was breathing fast and hard by the time I got the last whack in, almost as I do after an orgasm. I looked to DeRonda who was still stroking his head.
“Excellent Janet I believe you may have taught him a lesson,” DeRonda said to me flashing me a big smile. DeRonda tapped John’s head again with a finger as she asked him, “Do you have anything you would like to tell us John.
John raised his face from the sofa and very respectfully replied, “Janet I love you and thank you for loving me,” “Aunt DeRonda I am sorry for telling that lie,” “I should have listened to you when you told me to tell her the truth.” “You have always been right and you raised me better than that.” I have learned my lesson well this time.”
DeRonda looked at me and she smiled, as she shook her head no. DeRonda told John that he could get up. John stood up from lying over the arm of the sofa. He stood there with his hands behind his back. I was shocked that he did not have a hard on as my pussy was dripping wet.
“Well at least he is not thinking with his cock now DeRonda,” I said as I pointed to his limp cock.
“He still has a lesson to learn,” DeRonda replied as she played with her long red hair sitting on the sofa.
DeRonda took her finger and she motioned for me to come to her. I crawled up beside her and she took me into her arms. She gave me a tight hug as she whispered into my ear, “I bet he gets a boner.”
DeRonda placed her lips to mine and we lock into a deep passionate kiss. My whole body was on fire with my own need for sex. DeRonda’s tongue searched in my mouth for my tongue. Our tongues were in a twisting motion as we kissed each other. Our tits pressed together as I felt my hard nipples rub against hers.
DeRonda rather pulled me up into her lap as my long legs stretch out onto the couch. I broke our kiss and I put my face into her big boobs. I kiss and lick my way around them mauling them with my hands as well. As I play with her tits, I felt her hand slipping down between my legs. I parted my legs giving her fingers more room to play.
I suckled on her tits as she runs one then two fingers into my pussy. She starts to run them in and out. My pussy is making wet sounds as she runs them in and out, as my pussy is full of juices. I want her to make me cum so badly. I bump my pussy into her fingers as they dig deep into my pussy.
DeRonda is teasing me with her fingers and thumbing my clit through the opening of my suit as I lie there. I want to feel my juices flowing from my pussy. I look over at John who is just standing there watching us. I look to see that his cock is once again hard and throbbing.
I look up at DeRonda and I said, “Get on top of me in a 69 I want to taste you.”
DeRonda replied with a smile, “Only if you can make him lose his hard on.”
I was off the couch in a heartbeat and I went over to John. I ran both my hands down the sides of his face. I rubbed and crush my boob against his manly chest as he took me into his arms. I took my tongue and I lick at those lovely lips on his mouth. I put my lips onto his and I slip my hand down to his cock. It feels so hard and it throbs in my hand. I kiss him passionately as I move my hand over his cock.
I wait until his tongue has entered my mouth. I squeeze the head of his cock between my fingers and thumb. He groans into my mouth as he backs a little away from me breaking our kiss. He gives me a look of surprise before he hangs his head down and his hands go once again behind his back.
“John, think with your other head, do not get hard again or I will have to spank you again,” I said to him in a loud stern voice.
John raises his head and I look into those sparkling eyes as he replied, “Yes my love,” before he lowered his head again.
I go back to DeRonda and we get into a 69 with her on top of me. I put my hands on her leather cover butt pulling her red bush pussy down onto my face. I drive my tongue upward through her hair until it sinks deeply into her wet hole. I lap wildly at her hot wet pussy. I take my tongue in and out of her sweet open wet pussy. To this day, I have yet to dip my tongue into a sweeter pussy.
DeRonda pulls my pussy lips apart and she runs her tongue around the inside of my pussy for a few minutes. Then she goes back to my pussy lips where she licks at them. She then starts to suck on my pussy lips with her lovely mouth. I moan softly into her pussy that is covering my face. I am taking my tongue in and out of her wet pussy as fast as I can. I move my hand under her to find her clit. When I feel it brush against my thumb, I start to rub it.
“AHhhh Janet that feels good,” DeRonda moans out loudly.
I feel DeRonda move her tongue to my own clit. She lashes at it with her tongue before she sucks it into her mouth. DeRonda starts to rock her pussy on my face and on my thumb. I feel her slipping two fingers into my pussy as she sucks at my clit.
My body starts to tremble with excitement and desire. I know her skilled fingers will be soon rubbing on my special spot. I feel her fingers start to rub on my special spot as my body starts to shake.
“OHHhhhh god DeRonda AHHhh,” I moan loudly into her pussy.
My pussy contracts and sucks at her fingers as my orgasm came rushing over me. My juices start to squirt from my pussy just as she grinds her pussy onto my face. DeRonda’s own pussy juices splash from hers as my thumb toys with her clit. DeRonda’s sweet love juices fill my open and waiting mouth. I lick at her pussy lips then at her clit while her sweet tasting juices run and drip onto my face and into my mouth.
“AAHhhh Janet Mmm,” DeRonda moans out before she buries her own face into my splashing pussy.
DeRonda buries her tongue deep into my pussy and she uses it like a straw to suck my juices up. We both are squirming on the sofa, When one of us start to recover from our orgasm we make each other have another. Our orgasms seem to go on forever. I slow at using my tongue and just rub my thumb hard into her big hanging clit. I knew from other fun with her that if I rubbed it hard enough I would make her pee.
I wanted to feel her piss hitting me in my face again. I pressed harder and rubbed faster on her clit. I felt her jerk and then relax as her warm love piss started to run out. It was not a long hard pee but it is enough to satisfy my needs. Her pee slows to just a few drips which I lick from her pussy lips with my tongue.
“You’re such a naughty girl Janet,” DeRonda moaned out before putting her tongue to my clit.
DeRonda toyed with my clit using her tongue. She got my clit big and throbbing as I squirmed beneath her. She covered my clit with her mouth. She took my clit between her teeth and she lightly bite on it; just hard enough to make me moan out loudly before another quick wet squirting orgasm over takes me again.
She rolls off me and I slide up beside her. I look to see that she has my juices all over her face and running down over those lovely big tits of hers. My own face and tits are soaked in her love juices as well as her pee. I wipe some from my tits with my fingers, which I bring up and into my mouth tasting both her love juices and her pee.
She pulls me down across her lap and she begins to stroke my long blonde hair. As I lay there on my back in her lap, I stare up into her sparkling eyes as she stares back at me. Her eyes tell me that she enjoyed that a lot and my own eyes tell her the same.
DeRonda leans down at the same time I lean up and we lock our lips in a deep passionate kiss. Our tongues did battle in each others mouths as we kiss. Our deep kiss goes on until we both start to lick at the others lips with our tongues.
DeRonda leans over to my ear and she whispers into it, “He still has his head down and he is not hard.”
I turn to see that she is right. I turn back to her giving her a smile before our lips lock into another deep and long kiss. Our kiss turns into little pecks on each other lips. I lean up into the side of her face where I run my tongue around her ear licking at it.
I then whisper, “Do you think he has truly learned his lesson?”
“Let’s hope not,” DeRonda whispers back into mine then giving me a wink and a smile.
I lie back down in her lap as she strokes my long blonde hair. I hope not too I thought for I had truly enjoyed myself. My body seemed to go limp as I lie there across her lap as she strokes my hair. Great warmth fills my body running from my head to my toes. I am so happy and filled with joy as I look up at DeRonda again. She has this big warm loving smile on her face as I look into those lovely blue green eyes again. They are gleaming with brightness and sparkling so lovely to me as I look into them.
“DeRonda I have to tell you another truth,” I confess as I look into her eyes.
“What is that my dear?” she ask as she tilts her head slightly looking down looking at me.
“I love you as much as I love John,” I reply as I put my head against those lovely big tits as a few tears stream down my face.
DeRonda strokes my long blonde hair as she replied, “I love you both very much myself.”
I look to John who is looking at us with a big smile from ear to ear. DeRonda kisses my head and then looks to John and she tells him to come over to her. John walks over with his hands still behind his back; his cock is not hard but not soft neither. DeRonda reaches out and she wraps her hand around it.
“What are you thinking BOY,” DeRonda yells out.
John looks at her and then at me before he replied, “I am thinking what a wonderful, loving Aunt and what a wonderful and loving girlfriend I have.” “You both are dear in my heart and I love you both very much.” “This is no lie for sure as it comes from neither of my heads but rather from deep in my heart.”
DeRonda kisses my head before she said, “Look Janet he is finally thinking with his heart and not his dick,” as she lets go of his cock.
I look at John and I smile as I said, “I love you John and always will.”
John smiles back as he replied, “Janet I will never stop loving you.”
DeRonda smiles at us both as she said, “Why don’t you join us John,” as she scoots over making room between us and pats the spot with her hand.
John smiles back as he replied, “I think I will stand for a while longer if you don’t mind,” before he turns around showing us his still bright red shiny ass. “You both swing a pretty mean paddle.” He adds as he turns back to us.
“Only because we love you so much,” DeRonda and I both say to him at the same time.
Well that wraps up this chapter and I hope you enjoyed it. That was one of many special times, which I had with John and his aunt DeRonda. In the days, months and years to follow, we all became even closer. As always, please let me know that you enjoyed my story.
Shall We Play a Game?
Our hero has agreed to help make some adult content for a website
“It’s a very simple game,” my wife Jean said, placing the deck of cards in front of her.
If someone had looked into the room, it would have seemed very normal. Two couples sitting around a table in the great room of a rustic cabin with drinks in front of them. If the observer had guessed that we were fairly new acquaintances, one young couple and one older couple, they would have been correct. The many video and still cameras and the bright lighting would have puzzled them, as would the fact that most of those cameras and lights were focused on a large bed behind me. I believe the observer would also have wondered at the tension in the room.
“I will deal out the cards face up to each person. The first person to get an ace will be in charge. The person to get the joker will become the plaything of the other three.”
The tension was there despite the fact that the game was rigged and we all knew who would get each of those two cards. This was, after all, part of a business venture for the younger woman, April. April and my wife had met each other at horse shows and, despite the 15 year difference in their ages, had started hanging out together. Overindulgence in wine and oversharing had let each woman learn that the other indulged in bondage and domination with their husbands, specifically female domination. Jean also learned that April and her husband recently started operating a website that featured their sex lives. April had a degree in film-making and her work had attracted a fair number of subscribers. These subscribers were expressing an interest in more content, specifically group sex content. After much discussion, my wife agreed to help out and I went along with it.
Her husband Brad and I had never met before we arrived at their rented cabin. He was younger and larger than me, a linebacker versus a wide receiver. April had already set up her cameras and the girls had decided on the scene’s basic storyline. The rest would just happen spontaneously.
The first card Jean dealt herself was the ace of hearts so, after that, she only dealt cards to the other three of us. I swallowed nervously as the cards were turned, even though I knew what was coming, and gasped a little when the joker appeared in front of me. My wife had said that the decision was based on three things. One, Brad was the bigger of us; two, I was the only man who had already been dressed in lingerie for a scene and three, she knew I really wanted to be the sub.
“Let’s get you ready,” Jean said, taking me by the hand and leading me into the large bathroom while April and Brad began adjusting cameras and doing other setup.
A great deal of prep work had already been done. Every hair of my body had been shaved off, except for the hair on my head. April had used her training in makeup to subtly change our hair and faces so that we were not going to be easily identified. She had made me decidedly younger and more feminine looking. Jean and I had also been dieting and exercising religiously for the past month so we looked really good.
There were two cameras already running in the bathroom as Jean opened a suitcase and began rummaging around inside. She quickly produced a metal studded collar, thong panties, thigh-high fishnet stockings and high heels, all black and brand new. Part of my prep had been learning to walk sexy in the high heels, which took a lot of practice. Nervous in front of the cameras I stripped off my clothes and awkwardly put on the collar, lingerie and heels. Then Jean led me out of the bathroom and into the scene.
April and Brad were seated in chairs facing the bed, which was an incredibly large one with white sheets that practically glowed in the multiple lights focused on it. A number of ropes and chains were laying across the top, one end of each secured to the bedframe. At my wife’s command, I strutted back and forth next to the bed, noting that the other couple had completed their prep work. A complete selection of bondage items and sex toys were laid out on a table near the bed. Prominent among them was a large bottle of lube and two strap on dildos. I was acutely aware of the cameras, with the video cameras red lights on and the still cameras clicking automatically. A pang of anxiety shot through me as I noticed Brad avidly watching my ass wriggle past him and I wondered if I was really ready for this.
“Come over here,” Jean ordered motioning toward the bed. “Time to prep you.”
She grabbed some black leather cuffs from the table and secured my hands across my back. Soon I was tied to the bed, pillows stuffed under my hips to raise my ass up high, ropes tied to my ankles, a chain leash wrapped around the headboard and clipped to my collar. I watched as my wife selected a belt from the table and wrapped it around her hand. She knows I love being tied up and whipped so she waited until I actually whined and wriggled my ass before starting. Starting slowly with rather gentle strokes, she rapidly increased the force of the blows until I was gasping and jumping at each one. Despite the presence of another man in the room my cock strained against the fabric of the thong. I whined again when she suddenly stopped, just as the belt began to really sting and the crack of leather on flesh had become very audible.
“He is such a slut for this,” Jean laughed. “Your turn, April.”
The younger woman selected another belt from the table and nervously approached the bed. She drew her arm back and gave me a tentative stroke. At my wife’s urging she hit me harder and harder until I was moaning and writhing in my bonds under her enthusiastic whipping.
“Your turn, Brad,” my wife said to the obvious disappointment of April, who delivered one final hard crack across both buttocks.
Now Brad selected a belt and approached me. He didn’t seem nervous at all and I trembled as he set his feet. The belt whistled audibly through the air and a line of fire materialized across my ass, causing me to stiffen and cry out. He whipped me relentlessly and I shamelessly lifted my ass to meet each blow. Soon I was deep into the submissive state of mind, alternately whimpering and howling, afraid it would continue and terrified that it would stop.
“OK,” my wife said, to my and, I believe, Brad’s disappointment “That’s enough. Let’s get undressed.”
Tied to the bed, my whipped ass high, I watched as my three doms disrobed. April was first, quickly tossing away her clothing to reveal her slender body. Her skin was pale and her smallish breasts had prominent nipples. Her reddish pubic hair was trimmed into a small vertical strip and her ass was truly outstanding. Jean’s body was fuller with heavy breasts and well-rounded hips. Brad pulled off his shirt and dropped his jeans, revealing a powerful build and a bulging pair of boxer briefs. As he reached for those, however, my wife stopped him.
“Let’s wait on that,” she grinned. “I’ll go first. You two untie him.”
She went to the table and picked up her favorite strap on dildo while the other two unbound my hands and released me from the bed. Dildo waving in front of her, Jean walked closer and pointed to the floor in front of her. I scrambled off the bed and knelt before her, eagerly taking the fake cock into my mouth, so lost in sub space that it didn’t even occur to me to hesitate. As I sucked and slobbered on it, she rested her hand possessively on my head.
“I told you he was a total slut,” she said, after a few moments. “Tie him up, whip him and he’ll do anything for you. Now you want to be fucked, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Mistress, please fuck me, mistress.”
“You want all of us to fuck you, don’t you?”
I hesitated, glancing sideways at the other couple, then heard myself say “Yes, Mistress, all of you. Please fuck me.”
Climbing onto the bed, I got on all fours and shamelessly presented my ass to her. April and Brad joined me on the bed leaning back against the headboard together, eyes locked on the scene before them, while Jean collected the large bottle of lube from the table. I shivered as she squeezed cold lube in the crack of my ass and smeared it up and down. Brad’s hand slid between his wife’s legs and hers rested on his bulging crotch as Jean coated her erection with a generous layer of lube. She added another healthy glob of it to my ass after getting between my legs and sliding the string of the thong panties out of her way.
The familiar hard tip probed up and down the crack of my ass and I moaned as it located my opening. One hand on my left butt cheek, she used the other to patiently push it in. Arching my back I wriggled back against her, gasping as the head overcame all resistance and slid deeper. She gasped in triumph as her hips made contact with my inflamed ass. Then she fucked me with long hard strokes as I pushed back eagerly, our breathing growing faster and more ragged, both grunting in unison, an audible smack of her hips against my ass. Brad’s hand was working between April’s thighs and her hand spasmodically gripped his shorts as they watched us fuck. Then, disappointingly, my wife stopped.
“April, you should try his tongue,” she hissed. “He gives really good head, especially when he’s being dominated.”
The girl slid down the bed and spread her legs in front of me. I obediently leaned down to lick and suck her already sopping wet pussy while my wife went back to fucking me. It was a gentler slower fuck as she let me concentrate on getting the other woman off. In a remarkably short time, April grabbed my head and came hard against my tongue, gasping in pleasure. I continued to gently lick her as she came down.
“Let’s trade places,” Jean said, pulling her cock out of my ass.
I waited docilely as April grabbed the other strap on and Jean removed hers, laying down on the bed before me. Brad watched with obvious lust in his eyes as I lowered my head to service my Mistress and his wife prepared to mount me. April fucked me long leisurely strokes, grinding her hips against me gently before starting another, as Jean aggressively gripped my head and moaned in pleasure. It didn’t take long before Jean threw her head back and howled as she came. April lay across my back, cock buried deep inside of me, all of us breathing deeply. Eventually Jean disentangled herself and rolled off of the bed.
“Your turn, big boy,” she said to Brad as she took him by the hand and he got to his feet.
April also got off the bed, leaving me still on all fours, feeling dazed. The other man, however, had a small smile on his face as my wife turned him to toward me and then slowly slid his shorts down. The cock that popped free was the largest I had ever seen in person, far bigger than either of the dildos that had just finished violating me. I shivered as he stepped out of his shorts and then just stood there, looking at me hungrily.
“You were not kidding,” Jean said as she and April got on the bed and leaned against the headboard to watch. “He is enormous. Has he ever done a guy before?”
“No, this will be the first time for him. How about your husband?”
“No, first time,” the women giggled. “This should be fun.”
A large string of precum leaked from the tip of Brad’s cock as I watched, unable to look away from the veiny monster. Finally, he pointed to the floor in front of him. Obediently, I slid off the bed and knelt before him, literally quivering with anticipation as the massive head loomed closer. Lost in my subservient role, I stuck out my tongue, collected the stream of salty fluid and swallowed it.
“That is so hot,” April whispered.
Brad just kept his hands on his hips as I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head. I had only sucked on my wife’s dildo before this and the experience was very different. The cock was hot and pulsing, leaking more salty juice into my mouth as I bobbed my head up and down. I’ve always felt that, if you’re going to do something, do it well, so I did the best that I could. I licked his balls and took the shaft as deep as I could, eventually eliciting some low moans from him.
He stepped back and went to the table and picked up the lube. I submissively crawled on the bed and got on all fours, noticing that the women were sitting close together, Jean’s hand resting on the younger girl’s thigh. Brad, however had other ideas for me, grabbing my hips and flipping me onto my back, where I lay docilely awaiting his pleasure. He knelt between my spread legs and literally ripped the panties off of my hips, sending a chill through me and letting my poor neglected cock flop onto my stomach. Then he very deliberately coated his erection with a thick layer of shiny lube, still staring into my eyes. Unnerved, I turned my head to look at the women and saw that each now had her hand between the other’s thighs as they watched entranced.
Grinning wolfishly, Brad pushed my legs higher and further apart and ordered me to hold still. I have never felt more exposed in my life than when he prepared to mount me, one hand holding my right leg up and back, the other guiding his cock to its target. The massive head quested up and down my slick crack for what seemed like a long time. I gasped and went rigid as it finally pressed against my opening. He now gripped each thigh firmly, pushing them up and out as he began to rock his hips and relentlessly penetrate my ass. Ignoring my whines and groans he entered me centimeter by centimeter. The girls had stretched my asshole already but it was not ready for the monster now violating it.
“Man, this bitch is so tight,” he muttered and, somewhere in the distance, I heard my wife moan a little.
I wriggled against him, struggling to accommodate the colossal column of flesh, thrashing my head. I moaned and wailed shamelessly while he grunted at each gain. Sweat broke out all over my body as it crept inside. Then, unexpectedly, my body gave up its resistance and the remaining inches slid smoothly inside, eliciting a loud gasping cry from both of us. He released my legs and put his hands on either side of my body as I whimpered and moaned. He held still like that while I settled down, hips pressed firmly against mine. I realized that I could feel his heavy balls against my stretched out ass. My breathing still ragged, I experimentally moved my hips, drawing another predatory smile from him.
“Ready to fuck, huh?” he said. “I am going to fuck you so hard, bitch.”
He began to fuck me with long slow strokes, pulling all the way out before gradually forcing it back in. A brief pause and he did it again…and again…and again, a little faster and harder each time. Without even thinking, I wrapped my legs around him and worked at meeting his strokes. The wet sound of his hips striking mine and our groans filled the rooms, soon joined by the now-familiar sounds of the women’s orgasms. That set him over the edge and he pulled out, and spraying come on my cock and balls, further asserting his dominance.
He rolled off of me and lay at the girls’ feet, breathing hard, as were all of us. No one moved or said anything for a while, although I was acutely aware that I was the only one who hadn’t had at least one orgasm. I was also aware that everyone in the room had now had my mouth and my ass while I had had no one’s. Brad’s copious load was slowly dripping off of me, physical evidence of my utter submission.
The Resort – The Odyssey of Sweet Rachel
Rachel wins a vacation through her work but soon finds herself being taken by the owner of the Resort
The Resort – The Odyssey of Sweet Rachel
Rachel entered the large room through two heavy wood oak doors that opened in the middle. The sign just outside the door said Spa Retreat. “It was just as the brochure had shown,” she thought to herself, but only nicer.
Rachel had never been to a resort before; and was surprised by the spaciousness of what she imagined a simple spa room might look like.
“This room is bigger than my entire house,” she said softly while standing in semi awe. She thought it reminded her of pictures she had seen of celebrity homes; or maybe something out of a magazine spread for “Architectural Digest.”
The room was a very large space spanning at least forty to fifty feet across. Looking towards the ceiling Rachel estimated it must have been at least two stories high but maybe higher. She counted at least ten elegant chandeliers gracefully hanging in different spots to provide all the lighting this space would ever need. Walking slowly around the room she observed all of the décor to be of very high quality. She periodically ran her hands over the expensive looking furnishings as she strolled past. She noticed two large wood etched pillars that stretched from floor to ceiling that seemed to be supporting the structure. Both looked like they were placed in a perfect location to frame the ocean view leading out to the terrace that one would immediately see when they entered the room.
The space had one wall that was half moon shaped or circular, with large windows following the entire length of its gentle curve. Each window stood at least twelve feet high and six feet across with little to no wall space separating them. This created the appearance of one continuous window that followed the entire contour of the wall. They were also two large French glass doors that split the curved wall in half, leading out to a beautiful stone terrace that had views of the blue ocean for miles in every direction.
The floor of the room was no less ornate. It consisted of thick high end glossy stone tile, with elaborate designs etched into the center of each stone. Rachel thought it was similar to something she had seen in an art book depicting a Roman bath house from centuries ago. The rest of the space was just as exquisite with high end art on the walls, and statues perfectly placed in every nook and cranny of this palatial retreat.
Rachel could not help herself from the nagging feeling that she did not belong. She worried that there might be some unforeseen etiquette she was not following due to her being out of her element. She compared it to her first glass of wine at a fancy restaurant, when the waiter unexpectedly handed her the cork to smell as is customary; with her having no clue on what to do with it.
“Relax girl, you’re on vacation. Get out of your head,” she said quietly but out loud; trying to calm her sudden anxiety.
A steady breeze was cutting through the room through the open terrace doors. It brought with it an ocean fragrance that was delighting Rachel’s senses. She paused and took a deep breath filling her lungs with the clean fresh air.
Scanning the room some more, she saw one large massage table nearest to one of the windows facing out to the ocean; and two smaller ones nearby. Just a few feet away there was a spread of what looked to be various tropical fruits and mini sandwiches placed decoratively on a table. There was three clear glass pitchers of different colored liquids with drinking glasses stacked neatly nearby. She walked up closer to the table to see if anything appealed to her and noticed the fruit spread was coated with a white sugary glaze that looked very edible. In the background she could hear soft Hawaiian or Calypso style music that seemed to perfectly round out this beautiful set up.
Rachel immediately found her hips swaying a bit as she stood looking out the doors to the ocean. She started to quietly hum along with the catchy tune playing softly in the background, as she strolled some more around the premise. She reminded herself to inquire who the artist on the recording was when she was leaving; thinking it would make for a nice memory of the trip when she returned home. The music seemed to have a way of calming her nerves while she continued to immerse herself in the sights and sounds of everything around her.
Rachel then walked through the French doors leading her outside onto the stone terrace. She looked out at the water and wondered if Tim was anywhere in sight. She never thought of him as much of a fisherman, but how could he pass up the opportunity to fish off a beautiful luxury yacht for free. Fishing was not her thing; and he never mentioned it as something he was interested in. But she did hope he was enjoying himself.
Rachel took in another deep breath, filling her lungs with the ocean breezes that were softly pampering her body. She thought about the resort restaurant where she and Tim had attended dinner last night soon after their arrival on the island. She smiled to herself pondering the unlikely events of the evening that brought her to this point of good fortune.
“A small mistake on a dinner order,” she shook her head in disbelief while pondering the thought.
Rachel and Tim had both just sat down to dinner and ordered the lobster, but both orders came back wrong. She received a Tuna dish of some sort, and Tim got Sea Bass.
She laughed to herself with the over the top response they received from the owner when they told their waiter of the error. The restaurant manager was so apologetic they both ended up feeling uncomfortable, and wished they had said nothing. The incorrect dishes looked very tasty anyway. They figured they should have just ate what was placed before them and been happy with that.
“Sir…Madam….I want to apologize for such a blatant and disrespectful error.” said the manager, who Rachel could not recall his name. “I assure you this is not common place in our humble establishment, and you will be compensated greatly for your inconvenience.” the manger continued.
Rachel was the first to respond. “Really, it’s no big deal.” offering a genuine smile. “It’s ok,” pausing for a second. “It’s just a small little mistake,” she continued in a very sympathetic tone.
Tim agreed while gently waving his hand indicating it was ok. “It’s really alright,” he said following Rachel’s sentiment.
The manger quietly whispered instructions to the waiter who was patiently standing nearby; then both turned and walked back into the kitchen after thanking Rachel and Tim for their kindness.
Shortly thereafter the waiter re appeared perfectly balancing a large circular tray on one of his broad shoulders. Rachel’s first thought was how easy he appeared to control such a large platter with little to no effort. She quickly moved to assist him by pushing the tables’ decorative center piece to one side allowing him easier access to the space. He then gracefully placed each oversized plate in front of the eager couple. This feat of acrobatics was all done under the watchful eye of the manger who stood just a few feet back.
“Why, thank you madam,” the waiter stated acknowledging her assistance.
Rachel smiled and looked wide eyed at the feast placed before her.
“You are so welcome,” she cheerfully responded.
The Lobster was beautiful and large. She clumsily tried to guess how much it might weigh, but figured it had to be at least ten pounds. It was a bright red color, and had very large claws that she was eager to taste its contents. The magnificent delicacy was placed in the center of a large plate resting on top of some type of wild rice. The outer edges of the plate were lined with various pineapple wedges and coconut slivers that looked so fresh they may have just been picked directly from the tree.
The manger soon approached asking “Is everything to both of your liking now?” while standing with his feet together leaning forward with both hands clasped behind his back.
Tim spoke up immediately, “Wow, this looks great.” “Thank you.”
“You’re so very welcome sir,” the manger smiled, seemingly happy now that there order was correct.
“And you madam, is all to your satisfaction?” Shifting his weight while turning in Rachel’s direction while still slightly leaning forward.
“Everything is perfect, thank you again,” she spoke in a very appreciative tone.
“Very well, enjoy,” the manager replied, standing straight up again; then turning to walk back into the kitchen.
Rachel looked down at her plate and whispered to Tim “I hope I can figure out how to eat a whole lobster without causing a scene,” she said while giggling.
Tim replied with a smile “I hear ya,” while at the same time lifting his drink and reaching forward to clank Rachel’s glass, with both taking long sips of their tasty beverages.
Another sixty minutes or so had passed with the waiter coming and going attending to the tasks of bringing their additional drinks back and forth, clearing various plates, and keeping their ice water glasses topped off. Both Rachel and Tom were now feeling very full from the tasty feast they both had just consumed. Seemingly on queue they both leaned back on their comfortable wicker chairs and let out long exhales indicating there were both very satisfied.
“God I’m stuffed,” Tim stated while patting his stomach.
“When we get back to the villa I am getting out of these clothes and kick back and relax.” Tim stated through a yawn.
“I’ll try not to fall asleep on you,” Rachel said already feeling the sleepy effects of a full day of travel and a completely full stomach.
“Don’t worry hon, we have another week and a half to get rowdy.” Tom winked at his blushing wife.
“Ok then its settled. Let’s get a good night sleep tonight and start fresh in the morning.” Rachel said while nodding her head as if in agreement.
The waiter came by one last time and asked, “Room for desert?” Both Rachel and Tim politely declined in unison. The waiter then said “My manager would like to offer you a parting gift, and asked if you would kindly wait before leaving so he can have a word with you both.”
“Sure that would be fine,” Rachel responded with one eye brow raised.
“A parting gift?” “What do you think that means?” she quizzically asked Tim.
“Who knows honey? Maybe it will be a Lay like the ones they give people when arriving on flights in Hawaii?” Tim said while shrugging his shoulders.
“What do you know about planes arriving in Hawaii?” Rachel kidded; stretching out her long leg and playfully dragging her foot up the inseam of Tim’s calf.
The manger once again appeared. This time he stood erect with his feet together and one hand clasped over the other, obviously prepared to make some sort of pronouncement.
“Sir and Madam, I just got off the phone with the owner who periodically checks in to ask about how the guests might be enjoying their stay. I informed him of the mishap earlier and he wants the chance to make it up to you.”
Rachel immediately chimed in, “That really isn’t necessary sir. Honestly, it was not an issue. It was a small mistake and the food tuned out to be delicious.”
“That is so very gracious of you madam, but I am afraid he will insist,” the manager responded without given Rachel or Tim any time to offer more protest.
“We have a special charter boat that goes out to a great fishing spot about thirty miles off shore. The spot contains large white tuna and swordfish in abundance, all there for the taking. The boat we own is called the Calypso, and really is so much more than a boat. The Calypso is fifty foot luxury yacht with a full crew. One of the crewmembers is a local renowned chef that prepares lunch for all the guests. We also have an experienced bartender who is prepared to offer any drinks you may like, and even an onboard doctor, in case of sea sickness. The Calypso is equipped with world class fishing gear, and a professional instructor that can turn the most novice of fisherman into an expert during his first time out. Trust me when I tell you it’s the best of both worlds, mixing the great outdoors with luxury at its finest. And for the best part; upon arrival back at the resort, our chef will personally prepare your own days catch in ways you most certainly will not have thought possible. The fishing package is a $10,000 value just for the day which is being offered to you at no additional charge.” he stated directly to Tim who sat speechless.
The manger then turning slightly to face Rachel.
“And fear not Madam, we have a special treat in store for you that is solely reserved for our high end female guests, and also rated at the $10,000 per day value. This resort is equipped with an in house spa room that features a day of pampering like no other. We have on staff world renowned massage therapists who go by the title of Soul Healers. The massage these native island women offer is passed down through generations dating back hundreds of years. It is sure to be the most relaxing experience you have ever had in your entire life. Then after your day of pampering, you while be brought to the in house salon and get a professional makeover done by the islands famed beauty stylist Carla. You will be the most beautiful girl at dinner tomorrow night; and no matter how hard you try to make a discrete entrance, the room will stop for a moment to take in your beauty.” The manger concluding his remarks with a huge smile.
“We will send an escort for both of you at 8:30 am. Dress comfortable,” he concluded then turned to walk away.
Rachel looked at Tim stunned. “Can you believe this?” she asked him as if proposing an actual question.
The manager’s gracious response was so over the top for such a small mistake, it really left them both speechless and unable to turn down the invitation.
Rachel again looked out onto the beautiful blue waters and thought about Tim and her conversation before going to sleep last night. They spoke of the disappointment of being separated for the entire day so soon after arriving. The whole point of this trip was to rekindle their passion which seemed to be waning of late. She was now feeling slightly frustrated.
“Here we are going our separate ways once again.” Rachel thought feeling exasperated. However, they both had agreed it would be an insult to decline. “Plus we have nine more full more days to be together” she thought to herself trying to push aside any disjointed feelings she may have been experiencing.
Rachel further reasoned that from the beginning of her winning this trip through her job, she and Tim have been treated like royally. Tim expressed to her that if they declined the generosity, it would make the rest of their trip uncomfortable seeing these same staff members for another ten days. He said that they might appear ungrateful. Plus, Tim added, “Maybe this is how the rich interact?” as if he had a window into some secret society. “Let’s at least try and look like we belong, don’t you think?” was his final reasoning to her before turning in for the night.
Rachel agreed. Plus, she thought “my offer was even better than his fishing trip. I can have this time to myself before I spend the rest on Tim”
“Let me get a glass of that red juice” Rachel thought; making her way inside to the table where the lunch spread was located.
Rob Henry stood by eagerly waiting in the adjacent control building. His eyes were locked on the view screen placed on the console just in front of him. He watched intently as the gorgeous brunette moved gracefully about the room, studying her every curve. He stared at the screen intently as her round luscious breasts strained against the tight white V-neck t-shirt that fitted snugly to her upper body. Rob smiled at its failure to totally conceal her ample size tits that were straining for freedom. Her heavy cleavage was clearly visible and only being held together by a skimpy bikini top under her t-shirt. He marveled at her round ass jiggling ever so slightly in her tight yoga pants that stopped at the knees. He loved the way she walked with a bounce to her step causing all of her voluptuous parts to seemingly shift back and forth perfectly.
“Wow” Rob uttered quietly, but out loud. He felt that urge of hunger come over him as he watched her in silence. He simultaneously adjusted his manhood that seemed to be stirring to life.
“What a deal I have going here” Rob laughed to himself. “Fifteen years as the Caribbean’s top drug kingpin, but with the brains to get out with my fortune intact before getting locked up or killed,” Rob thought while mentally patted himself on the back.
Rob Henry always told himself he had to leave the game at some point. He knew how it always ended with people like him either dead or in prison. He made his millions and left while the getting was still good.
“Plus the ten million dollar payout by his lead chemist to take over full operations of the cartel, and all the supply he would ever need for personal use wasn’t too bad of a send off.” he thought.
Rob spent years sacking away tens of millions of dollars in the Cayman Islands as an under the radar drug overlord with an empire that stretched from Grand Cayman all the way up the east coast of the United States. His main product was the drug Ecstasy; and it was going out faster than he could produce it. During the late nineties Ecstasy became the drug of choice with the club scene and he capitalized on its popularity.
Rob Henry’s product was different than the rest. He and his local chemist associate perfected a high end grade that offered that feeling of euphoria that Ecstasy had become synonymous with, but with also giving an enhanced sexual desire that few other makers could duplicate. He offered a high end product that was made the same way each and every time out. Each batch was created under clean conditions that resembled a laboratory, leading it to be relatively safe.
While the other savages were making their crap in dirty kitchens, or in some hole in the ground in some god forsaken jungle. Rob cleanly produced his product which soon escalated to the top of the food chain and made him rich. Now, fifteen years later he got out of the business and invested his millions in a small private island off Grand Cayman, building a small but exclusive private resort.
“I knew when to get out” Rob often told his closet associates. “This place makes a ton of cash, and is completely legitimate. I am the king of my island, and don’t have to worry about going to prison.” Was one of his favorite mantras.
Rob Henry had another passion or dark side as he liked to call it. This was a bit more sinister and he knew it. His passion was fucking other men’s wives.
Rob watched and listened intently to the luscious brunette gulp down the first few sips of the red fruit juice mixed with his favorite Ecstasy cocktail. He pressed a button on the advanced consul in front of him that looked like it belonged in some NASA control room. The now illuminated red light on the dash indicted that encoded subliminal massages were now also flooding the room hidden inside the music.
Rob was proud of the science he was using to manipulate his lovely victimizes. He had all of the music encoded with sexual terms and phrases that were inserted within a frequency not entirely detectable by the conscious human mind. He was equally proud that he helped in the creation of the massages using words he would often speak himself, and in his own voice.
“Beg me to fuck you baby” “You want my cock inside you now” “Tell me to fuck your ass” were some of the massages Rob had inserted in the hypnotically tones.
He would have the music automatically change somewhat as time went forward. The soft island music now playing would subtly change to more rhythmic drum beats as if a ancient island sex ritual were taking place around some fire on a lonely beach. The sound of an occasional female voice letting out a quick moan or light squeal was perfectly inserted in various points of the tune as if it was always there from the original artist. The Ecstasy, along with the sensual massages, and the music was virtually impossible for any female to resist.
“MMMM, this is so good” Rob heard his prey utter out loud after her first drink of his devious potion. This brought a huge smile to his face as he watched her quickly go in for a second swig.
“Not too fast baby, we have all day,” Rob stated to the monitor in front of him in a low whisper with a big grin on his face.
Rob reached forward and hit the record button on the panel to his right. Two gauges jumped to life with the needles bouncing back and forth indicting they were picking up even the smallest of sounds and motions from the room. He had spent over two hundred thousand dollars on this equipment, and loved the power over his guests it gave him.
One of the real safeguards it offered him was in case anyone ever made an allegation of rape against him. In the unlikely event this ever happened, all he needed do is legally pull out as his trump card, and go directly to the tape. “It’s hard for a girl to claim rape when she spends half the day moaning with her lips wrapped around my cock. Try explaining that to hubby.” Rob thought to himself as he grinned.
The laws of the land here in the Cayman Islands were perfect for Rob’s dealings. Not only did the island nation give investors a place to hide their money from snooping foreign governments, it did not have the same levels of personal privacy rights to prevent anyone from recording someone without their knowledge. He had nothing to fear, and had the whole place wired with cameras and microphones in the name of security which was widely accepted.
Rob’s thrill in his younger days was outsmarting cops. Now at 39 years old it was having domain over any man’s wife he chose.
Looking in the screen he watched as the brunette goddess was now sampling a piece of pineapple with the sugary Ecstasy laced coating on top. This again caused his cock to began to stir.
“Wow, what a body” Rob stating out loud as he headed out of the control room locking the door behind him.
Rachel inhaled deeply once again; taking in some more of that savory ocean smell when she heard the large ornate wood doors open on the opposite side of the room.
“Is everything to Madams liking?” said the elder island mistress of the resort named Leona. She had a soothing accent that Rachel assumed was native to the island but could not entirely be sure.
“Oh everything is just beautiful.” Rachel said with a warm smile while taking another sip of her tainted concoction.
“Lady Florentine, who was to be your Soul Healer, had a personal issue and did not come to work today” Miss. Leona said while still being cheerful but exhibiting a semi disappointed tone to her voice.
“Fear not Madam, our head Master Mr. Henry has been personally notified and is resolving the situation as we speak. He informed me to tell you he extends his apologies for what will be a slight delay, and to make yourself comfortable being time is of no issue. He also added the facility is yours alone for as long as you wish, so relax and enjoy yourself. He encourages you to sample some of our fine island delicacies made available just for you over on the table to your right.” Miss. Leona finished speaking and then elegantly waved her arm toward the table as if she was presenting something grand.
“Oh I have already sampled some Miss Leona; what is this sugary toping on the pineapple? It is delicious.” Rachel happily questioned.
Miss Leona offered a smile but did not reply directly to Rachel’s question. “Here madam, please put these items on when we are finished.”
Rachel took a light canvas bag from Miss Leona without immediately looking inside, when seemingly out of nowhere the thought entered her mind “Head master; Is this what they call him? Isn’t that a bit much for a resort owner to want to be called.” a slight chuckle leaving her lips.
Rachel knew who Mr. Henry was. She had not met him but was told by the owner of the pharmaceutical plant she worked, Mr. Rideout, that Henry was the one who graciously offered this trip to her company. Mr. Rideout explained to her that he and Henry were close friends and business associates dating back to the early nineties, and Henry sometimes offered the vacation gift when his resort business slowed as a way to keep his staff busy.
Rachel had won the trip due to her high score on her annual evaluation, with her sales figures supposedly coming in the highest. She thought that was strange because she really was not having a very good year. But figured nobody else was either, and was excited when she was told she won the trip. Her boss assured her that My Henry’s resort was top notch, and she would have the time of her life.
Now with the added bonus of the fishing trip and spa day this was just the “topping on the cake,” she thought. She couldn’t deny the nagging feeling she had that all of this was a bit strange, but figured this is how the rich must live and interact. “Who was she to turn down a day of pampering anyway.” she reasoned in her head as if having a conversation with herself.
Rachel looked at the canvass bag just previously handed to her by Miss Leona. Inside it contained a very flimsy looking pair of white silk panties, along with a second matching halter top that would barely cover her breasts. The items appeared to be very light weight, but also looked very comfortable and of high quality. Both items leaned toward the sheer side, and did very little to conceal anything one might want to hide.
This fact did not seem strange to Rachel being she knew she was getting a massage, and heavy clothing would only get in the way. She further reasoned that this was her first massage and what did she know. It just seemed to make sense leaving most of her body exposed. Rachel actually was relieved when she saw the items. She had been told that most massages given throughout the world are done in the nude and this worried her a bit.
It wasn’t that she was not confident in her body. Overall she was very proud of her figure. At 28 she still had her youth on her side. Plus, judging from the looks she got on an everyday basis, she thought her curves were in all the right places. She was happy that Tim loved her for who she was, and did not want her to be a stick figure that most men seemed to droll over these days. At 5-7 and a 150 pounds, her 36 D chest went very nicely with her curvy 38 inch waist. She was in good shape but not overly toned. She had just the perfect amount of baby fat that gave her a body that soft feel that that just begged to be squeezed. Plus, Rachel confidently thought, “with my bubble butt, and legs that don’t quit, I am a hotty” she laughed slightly out loud, not realizing the tainted tropical spread was starting to have its affects on her.
“Madam, as to your question earlier about the food and drink spread; our tropical fruits have been prepared by our master chef with a light sprinkling of a homemade seasoning taken directly from our own sugar cane fields. Legend has it that it containers a natural aphrodisiac created by the Gods. Its quit delectable.” the elder madam proclaimed. “Also we have three different kinds of fruit drinks that are simply delicious. My favorite is the one in the center. It’s made from our own island cherries, mixed with a secret ingredient that will stun your taste buds.” Said Miss Leona with a smile.
Rachel held up a glass as to mimic a toast to acknowledge this was indeed the one she picked.
“Miss Leona?” Rachel stated in a relaxed tone. “Is it true about the Sugar? Is it an aphrodisiac?”
Miss Leona was in the process of folding a towel when she peaked up at Rachel with a quizzical look, added by a slight grin after pondering her question but not immediately answering it.
“There is a small changing area directly behind that louver door.” Miss Leona stated while pointing in the direction behind Rachel. “When you’re done changing can you please lay face down on the massage table that is right over there to your left? Rob will be in shortly.”
Miss Leona stood for moment before closing the door, then took a look at Rachel and said “As to your last question….Yes.” Before exiting the room and closing the door behind her.
The words hit Rachel like a Mac truck as she started walking over to the changing area. “Did she just say Rob?” she mumbled to herself.
Rachel stood motionless for a moment behind the louver door with her thoughts that were now racing. Throughout the pages of the brochure that she read coming over on the plane, they always showed women conducting the massages. “Even the front cover pictured the very room she was now in showing massage therapists all looking to be demure Asian or Island type females.” she thought as her frustrations were now starting to boil over. She had not even considered a man massaging her. Plus she knew Tim with flip out being as jealous as he gets.
“Oh this is bad.” Rachel mumbled. All of a sudden the nerves she felt earlier about not belonging were amplified. “This is not what I signed up for” she said under her breath. Feelings of helplessness entered her mind. “I can’t just get up and leave now, can I? This really sucks!” she murmured. “Ok whatever, ill just let him give me a quick massage and get the hell out of here and go lay on the beach. What a disappointment” she said quietly to herself.
Rachel started to change into the outfit given to her by Miss Leona. She gently pulled her t-shirt over her head, and then began to undo the string on her bikini top that she had worn underneath. She noticed herself in the mirror; “Why are my nipples so dame hard?” feeling frustrated at the timing of them coming to attention, adding to this already awkward situation.
Rachel lowered the yoga paints she was wearing, and the thin panty like bathing suit bottoms underneath; sliding them down over her round hips. She then pulled the silky panties from the bag rolling them around in her hand. She noticed they were small but had a feeling of elasticity. They seemed to be meant to fit in a skin tight manner, and had a tailored cut that would not entirely cover her butt cheeks. She again saw the possible logic for the lack of coverage. She thought this was a good compromise for a person like herself that did not want to be naked, but also did not want fabric to get in the way.
Rachel pulled them up her legs and turned to the mirror to check out how they made her look. “Wow, these are nice,” she said softly to herself.
Rachel then reached her arms above her head and pulled the halter wrap made of the same material over her breasts. She was not as fond of this garment being it was flimsy and had no practical use. She looked in the mirror at the entire get up and though “geez, this is a revealing outfit” with a tinge of worry accompanying her thoughts.
Rachel began to feel another sensation starting to take hold that was quickly putting her worries to rest. It was if a strange wave of calmness had began to come over her. She had a sudden urge that she could not put her finger on, but something was not the same. It was if her mind automatically slowed down. She was beginning to feel centered and as if her problems just did not seem to matter. She felt the island breeze hit her skin causing goose bumps to raise all over her body. “Mmmm” she cooed, at its seemingly perfect feel over her smooth skin felt incredible. She then instinctively slid her hands down the side of her thighs sending a delightful shiver up and down her shapely legs.
Standing there in her sexy garments, she started listening more intently to the music still playing in the background. She unconsciously began to sway her round hips slightly. She momentarily closed her eyes and again ran her hands softly down both her sides sending delightful chills up her spine.
“I have to say, this is really nice. Let’s try and enjoy this, huh Rach?” she questioned herself out load.
Rachel finished dressing and made her way over to the table as instructed by Miss Leona. As she walked to the table she couldn’t help feeling a bit sexy as her breasts and ass rhythmically shook with each step she took. She laid her curvy figure face down on her stomach as instructed. There was a slightly raised pillow built in to the center of the table that was positioned directly under her pelvic bone. She thought it a bit odd noticing how it hiked up her ass for no apparent reason, but thought that she seemed to remember seeing this somewhere in a magazine while viewing material about massage practices years earlier. Also, she thought “with the pillow seemingly built into the table, this must be normal, or part of some high end equipment.”
She laid patiently with her body face down on the table with her hands folded under her chin. Her mind still feeling quieted as if it was literally drifting on a smooth ocean current. Her ample breasts strained outward on the sides as they were pressed into the soft fabric covering the table. The flimsy silk top she wore did little to keep her ample cleavage covered, and it was now straining to hold her fleshy mounds in place. She noticed the breeze was blowing a bit stronger now; felling like a warm blanket of air caressing her pale skin. She felt herself feeling very relaxed and unusually comfortable with her own body now being so exposed. Even the music seemed to be having a hypnotic affect on her.
“This music is really sensual. If you really listen you can almost hear a woman moaning” Rachel thought to herself while descending deeper into the music.
Rachel was so relaxed in the moment that she became a little startled when she heard the large wood door swing open and turned to observe Rob Henry walking in. She had almost forgotten Miss. Leona mention a man would be conducting the massage. She was instantly stunned by the size of this massive specimen. She estimated his frame to be at least 6’3 and weighing in at 230 pounds or so. She couldn’t help but be captivated by his solid muscular body, thinking how different this was in contrast to Tim’s lanky frame. His arms were huge and covered with tattoos that appeared to have been previously done decades earlier. They were all clearly visible coming out the side of his form fitting t-shirt that struggled to contain his huge biceps. He wore very comfortable looking white draw string pants. She thought they looked like something a doctor or nurse might wear, but in a much thinner fabric than normal medical scrubs. He appeared to be in his early forties facial wise, but with the body of a twenty something. His features were pronounced and hardened. He had thick black wavy hair that was tussled and hung just above his shoulders. Rachel thought to herself that he possessed rugged good looks, but was not the type of guy she would normally go for. In fact one of the thoughts that first entered her mind was how scared she would be running into this massive man creature at night in some dark ally.
“Madam, my name is Rob. Please let me offer my apologies before we start. First, I am told we mistakenly brought you the wrong dinner order last night. Then our lead Soul Healer had a family emergency. As a spokesman for the Embassy Resort, I want to offer you my sincerest apologies.” said the giant man to Rachel in relaxed tone; with her being unaware that this was the Rob Henry that owned the whole establishment.
Rachel was now starting to relax, and her fears were beginning to ease. Although this man was imposing in stature. He seemed to be a gentle giant. She immediately felt a sense of relief, artificially enhanced by subtle but growing effects of Rob’s concoction she had unknowingly been consuming for the last thirty minutes.
“Hello Rob, my name is Rachel.” It’s a pleasure to meet you.” she enthusiastically stated while reaching out to shake his hand.
“Ok, Mrs. Rachel…Now, I want you to close your eyes and relax. For the rest of the afternoon you’re in my hands.” Rob said as he smiled back at her.
Over to the right of the table Rachel noticed a pot that was built into the counter of a free standing dresser leaning against a nearby wall. It appeared to be a specialty item made for a high end massage parlor. The pot was at a low simmer and contained a golden like oily substance inside. Rob soon walked over to it and took out a ladle and poured some of the liquid into a smaller container. He smiled to himself knowing the oil treatment also contained a derivative of the ecstasy his chemist had expertly engineered.
Rob approached the table where the luscious Rachel laid, and in a soothing tone stated “Ok lady Rachel, relax and enjoy.”
Rachel responded “This is my first massage. I am really looking forward to it,” trying to still reassure her own nerves that were getting better by the minute.
Rob grinned out of Rachel’s sight, and said “I too am looking forward to giving you pleasure.” Rachel not reading into his overt comment.
Rob then began to gently poor some of the substance into the small of Rachel’s back. She immediately twitched feeling the new sensation, and took in a soft but deep breath.
“That’s it Rachel, looong deeep breaths.” Rob instructed.
“Ok” Rachel responded, her voice now sounding a bit more childlike and submissive, as she again took in a big gulp of the clean island air.
Rob began to expertly work his strong hands into Rachel’s back. He dragged his hands up and down spreading the oily mix. He worked the middle of her spine and then down to her exposed sides. His strong hands were delighting her senses.
Rob reached further down the sides of Rachel’s midsection, pushing his fingers under her stomach and then sliding his hands upward toward the bottom of her breasts. He stopped just short of making any contact with them, even though they were spilling out of the tightly stretched garb. He repeated this motion several times spreading his fingers more upward with every pass, letting them slightly travel under the soft material, brushing up against the sides of her protruding globes.
Rob took notice of any resistance Rachel may have; each time letting his finger push their way slightly farther over the sides of her soft flesh. He moved his fingers closer toward her fully erect nipples, but not to far as to touch them. He could feel his cock start to engorge itself with every pass.
Rob began to really gaze upon the beauty laying face down before him. He anticipated the feeling of squeezing Rachel’s large soft tits. He slid his hands down the gentle contours of her back, lustfully observing how beautifully her ass filled out the stretchy silk panties that accentuated her dynamic curves.
Rob then moved back up to Rachel’s shoulder blades, and kneaded her soft skin firmly. He expertly worked on her lattes, and rolled the muscles between his fingers exerting perfect pressure. He slid his hands down her shoulders over her arms; gliding his fingertips gently across her skin to the inside of her open palms, sending delightful shivers up her spine. He then dragged his fingers back up her arms, over her shoulders, and then directly back down to the natural curve of her back. He slid his palms over her beautiful plump round ass all in one steady motion; then travelling back up again and repeating this several times.
“You seem a bit tense my lady. Relax that beautiful body of yours and let me work the stress right out” Rob stated using a little bit bolder talk.
“Yeees, that sounds great, thank you” Rachel unknowingly responded in a sultry voice while being caught up in the moment. She noticed for a second that it might have sounded a bit too sexual, and laughed to herself, “man this guy is good.”
Rob then again slid his hands down her back, this time letting his fingers barely travel under the silky fabric that only partly covered her perfect round ass. He allowed his thumbs to drift slightly under the material, inching down the crevasse that separated her bubble ass cheeks. He repeated this motion several times, moving a little father with each pass. He dragged his hands back up to the small of her back, then slowly and deliberately back down; this time going slightly further towards her tight sphincter. He was becoming bolder with each passing minute, and saw Rachel willingly accepting his advances.
Rachel was now unconsciously letting out soft moans with every exhale, and this did not escape Rob’s attention.
“You like?” he questioned, but already certain of her answer.
“Oh yes, this feels wonderful.” Rachel responded in a low draw out voice.
Without asking Rob flatly stated “Ok, let’s take these off so I can do a deep tissue massage.” He began to tug at the elastic waist band of the silk panties, in preparation for dragging them down her legs by their elastic wrap without waiting for Rachel’s ok to do so.
Rachel paused for a moment with slight hesitation, then offering a barely audible “Sure.”
Rob then slowly slid the flimsy material over her round curves; purposely pressing the fabric into her skin causing it to tug at her pale milky buns. This caused the garment to stretch out over her round ass, causing it to quiver momentarily when it released its grip.
Rachel slightly lifted her pelvis up to allow Rob to pull the panties out from under her, until he tossed them on the floor.
Rob then looked down at the beautiful Rachel that was sprawled out before him. Not wasting any time he eagerly returned to her beautiful full buttocks, and began to knead both her pale fleshy cheeks. He spread his fingers wide over her roundness, as he applied deep pressure pushing her gorgeous bums together in back and forth motions. This movement had her pink vaginal folds rubbing against each other, causing her already damp pussy to begin flow with its slippery wetness. The continued back and forth motion was mixing her succulent juices up nicely, and she feared that he could hear her wetness building; which without her knowledge was his intention all along.
Rob continued to let his expert hands wander over Rachel’s voluptuous bottom; while lightly letting each of his thumbs gently brush up against her tight anal opening. He watched intently as she was responding to his expert touch, with no protest evident.
Rob again reached for his small container, and squeezed another drop of oil onto his thumb, and then let another drip directly onto each cheek and on Rachel’s tightly closed bud. He generously applied the tainted oil over both of her cheeks and down each leg as not to be to overt. He slid his hands up the entire length of both her legs and then over her plump round ass, and back down again. On his next pass he stopped and kneaded her cheeks some more, letting his thumb touch her anus more directly, applying light pressure to her tight sphincter using his thumb in small circular motions. This allowed the pooled oil just previously deposited to slowly disappear inside her sphincter.
Rachel cleared her head for a moment and began to think that this might be going too far. With all of her logic she wanted to tell Rob to stop. But it was if her body and mind were disconnected somehow. She felt as though she was in a trance and lacked the willpower to protest; even though she knew she should. She felt her ass seemingly on its own raise father off the cushion as if to invite more of the perverted stimulation she was now receiving, and admittedly enjoying.
“You should stop this Rach. Tell him this isnt”……as her mind trailed off before she finished her thought due to the delightful stimulation she was now receiving.
Rachel found herself internally wishing he would push his thumb deep into her ass. She had never experienced anal sex stimulation of any kind, and always thought it would be gross. But here she was wishing that he would penetrate her tight ass deeply with his fat thumb.
Rob then pushed more oil directly onto the slippery vice like entrance; and pressed the tip of his thumb slightly forward breaking her tight opening. He then paused for a moment before deliberately driving the tip of his thick lubricated appendage into her tight space.
“Oooooh,” Rachel lightly moaned, offering no obvious protest as she got what she had been longing for.
Rob pulled back out slowly while at the same time applying more pressure in a circular motions to Rachel’s now stretched opening. He felt her sphincter involuntarily squeeze his thumb as he pulled out, making his cock jerk to attention. He again pushed his thumb further inside her still using a pressured circular motion, purposely stretching the oily perimeter of her tight butt hole.
Rachel unconsciously raised her hips off the cushion farther, as if trying to take more of Rob’s strong thumb deeper into virgin ass.
“Mmmmmmm, you better stop” she sexily whispered to Rob.
Rob ignored Rachel’s faint hearted plea, and with steady pressure dragged his thumb up and then back down into her tight forbidden space.
“Mmmmmmm” what are you doing to meeee? Rachel cooed. “Oh my god, that is so niceeee….,” she stated with her voice trailing off.
Rob then gently slid his thumb out from inside her depths; removing his hands from her now receptive body. He quietly walked around the back of the table without speaking; again picking up the bottle of oil for his next application of his homemade love potion.
Rob placed another drop of the tainted oil on the back of each one of Rachel’s thighs about the size of a quarter. Using both hands he evenly spread the tainted liquid deeply into her soft skin. He began to push his hands forward toward her beautiful ass; that was still slightly tilted upward. He sensed she was hoping for more of his invading thumb to penetrate her, but purposely stopped short just before touching the still oily entrance. He repeated this action on her other leg, again knowing he was leaving her frustrated by stopping just short of her now puckered sphincter beckoning for more attention.
Rob began to firmly pull his strong hands downward over the back of Rachel’s knees, stopping for a moment to ease up the pressure and gently let his fingertips glide lightly over the soft space. He then shifted himself to the end of the table and dragged his hands down both calves to her feet and then over the heal. He looked up over the contours of her long legs which were now tightly pushed together, along with her round ass still slightly raised and felt his cock growing larger by the moment.
Rob had a vision of his large frame pounding Rachel’s virgin ass with his thick rigid cock, and then switching to plunder that beautiful wet pussy. His manhood swelled to its fullness while the thought rested in his mind for a moment. He now began to work his hands up the inside of her legs. Starting at one calf, he gently, pushed upward spreading his fingers wide while applying more of the tainted liquid. He ever so slightly applied pressure to her inner thigh as to slightly separate her legs giving him better access. She unconsciously cooperated and parted her shapely legs a bit to grant him more direct passage. He then used firm but delicate pressure and slowly dragged both hands up one leg, starting from her calf he slid his hands upward over her inner and outer thighs with even pressure. He purposely stopped just short of making and direct contact with her beautiful pussy. He took special care to be sure that his fingers only lightly brushed her very wet and pink flowering folds in a way that was not overtly intentional before the journey back down her leg..
Sliding both hands to the bottom of her leg and over her foot. He then began his path back up by intertwining his fingers between Rachel’s toes, going straight up her toned calf and thigh, while using more even pressure and fanning his fingers out to feel more of her shapely leg.
Traveling back up Rachel’s inner thigh, this time he became more bolder, and did not stop until his stiff fingers pushed slightly inside the exquisite inner folds of her silky slit.
Rachel immediately responded with a “yes” that involuntarily left her lips. She then instinctively raised her hand to cover her mouth, as if this late reaction could somehow put back her erotic utterance.
“Oh god, what’s this guy doing to me?” She thought to herself. “This isn’t really right. What’s happening to me;” while slowly moving her ass around in a sensual motion.
“You know, you have a beautiful body Rachel” Rob stated on his next pass up to her inner thighs after making more direct contact with her now dripping wet pussy.
“Continue to relax, and don’t be afraid. A woman as lovely as you deserves to be pampered like this. You have a body made to be touched, and I am thoroughly enjoying myself baby.” Rob confidently stated.
“Wow,” Rachel thought to herself “Did I just hear him straight?” “Did he call me baby?”
There was something about his tone that was soothing, Rachel thought. It was both confident and strong, but at the same time reassuring and professional.
“Trust me baby, I am here solely for your pleasure” Rob said while expertly applying the same attention to Rachel’s other leg. Again letting fingers slide deeper into her wet folds with every pass.
“This is a true full body massage,” he said as if trying to convince her this was all par for the course.
“Do you like?” he asked confidently, sure of the answer he was about to receive.
“Yes this is great” Rachel stated in a tone slightly above a whisper.
Rob suddenly moved up toward the top of the table by Rachel’s head. He then placing his hands on both of her arms as he began to coax her to turn over on her back.
“Please turn over; we need to do your front side.” Rob commanded in a professional tone as if what had gone on to this point was completely normal.
Rachel began to turn on her back doing what she was asked.
Rob then hit a button on the table that made the heightened pillow flatten out as to not make her uncomfortable. Rachel couldn’t help but noticing how great she felt; but at the same time she was having confusing feelings as if she had lost control or was betraying Tim to some extent. But she also noticed her thoughts were moving slower. She felt as if her body was so relaxed it was riding on a soft wave a pleasure. She would seamlessly drift from a guilty thought about Tim, to a lustful thought of having her body felt up by this skilled man.
“What is happening to me?” Rachel thought to herself, not realizing she was now fully engulfed in the ecstasy high Rob had unknowingly giving her throughout this experience.
“Am I being paranoid? Is this what is meant by a full body massage?” as confusing thoughts filled her clouded mind.
Laying on her back, Rachel was now getting a good look at the man who had been expertly giving her pleasure. She couldn’t help be feel transfixed by him but said nothing as she tried to get a handle on the situation. The mix of his strong hands roaming all over her tender body; the island breeze still blowing through the room; and the now native style music with its rhythmic beat, all seemed to make for a perfect storm of lust which she was now feeling. Adding to it this giant of a man specimen standing over her and touching her in ways Tim had never done, and this was getting to be too much for her senses to handle.
Rachel could not deny that she was actively participating in letting this stranger do as he pleased with her body. But she did not understand her total lack of self control and having little regard for Tim. All she seem to care about was feeling good. She compared her feeling of having too much to drink and letting her guard down when she was younger.
“Its not that?…. I didn’t have anything to drink, so it’s definitely not that?” Rachel questioned herself seemingly twice, as if a small amount of her instinct was kicking in. She tried to retrace her steps in her mind. However, the Ecstasy was too powerful for her: causing her mind to continually trail off.
Rob slowly circled the table like a lion stalking his prey. He eyed Rachel intently, taking in her beautiful outstretched body laid out before him. Rachel was flat on her back with her legs together with one knee slightly raised. One of her arms was at her side, with the other arm gently resting on her forehead. She appeared slightly tired with her full chest gently heaving up and down as if she had just finished going for a run.
“Let’s get started again” Rob stated a bit more professional, like his blatant violation of her body did not just take place. He took the small container of oil from the shelf with one hand and walked over to the head of the table standing over her. He put his free hand just below middle of her halter rap that was straining to contain her luscious mounds. He then dragged his hand upward pulling the garment up slightly.
Rob looked down into Rachel’s eyes with a seriousness to his expression. Then in one quick motion he pulled upward at the stretchy fabric, easily breaking it open as if it were tissue paper by using only a tilt of his strong wrist. Her full breasts came spilling out from the flimsy garment, settling nicely into place. The sudden feeling of the soft ocean breeze now caressing her big tits caused her nipples to suddenly stand fully erect.
Without a moment passing to allow for protest, Rob squirted the oily liquid on and between Rachel’s ample cleavage, and then started to expertly massage her fleshy mounds. He took both breasts in each hand and cupped them from the underneath, then sliding his large hands under and over her soft tits, slightly pinching her fully erect nipples.
Rob firmly stretched each hard nub upward while elongating them fully between his forefinger and thumb, then back down again offering a slight pinch before letting them spring from his grasp. He continued to rub and squeeze both breasts while simultaneously working her nipples for a while, repeating this movement several times.
Rachel’s eyes were closed and she was now both scared and excited. She was gently purring and letting out small whimpers as Rob expertly massaged her large breasts with his oversized hands. She felt sensations that she never had before, as if both of her tits had small electric charges coursing through them that lead directly to her flowering pussy. She was totally unaware that this was partly a direct effect of his laced concoction; as she unconsciously ran her pink tongue across her full moist lips letting out another soft moan.
Rob then took both of his hands that were still coated with his potion, and dragged them down the center of Rachel’s chest and over her stomach. He let one finger deeply penetrate her exposed bellybutton as he steadily slide his hands past; this instantly caused Rachel’s body to jerk slightly.
Rob continued further downward over her cleanly shaved mound to the top of her now swelling clit. He barely brushed against it with his fingers before taking the journey back up to her breasts. He then dragged his hands upward back over her stomach and round tits; grabbing onto her hardened nipples and squeezing them firmly between his finger and thumb before letting them gently spring back into place.
Rachel’s eyes were now slightly rolling up behind her head. She gently squirmed under Rob’s expert touch, with her head slowly moving from side to side. Beautiful feminine sounds and gentle squeals were now continuously leaving her red full lips.
“oohhhhh………ahhhhh……… oohhhh” Rachel very quietly moaned as Rob continued his delightful assault on her body.
Rob repeated his slow and steady motion two or three more times, while still positioned directly over Rachel’s head. He easily used his outstretched muscular inked hands and arms to feel up the beautiful woman’s body stretched out before him.
Suddenly Rachel opened her eyes when she heard Rob shifting about. His hands were no longer roaming her body and for a second she seemed to snap out of the trance she was in. To her surprise he was now standing over her shirtless. He looked at her and simply stated “listen baby, it’s getting hot in here.” as if answering her question about why he was shirtless, but one she never asked.
Rob returned to his original perch leaning directly over Rachel’s head; reaching out his long arms over her stomach. He allowed the fabric that contained his huge bulge to brush against the top of her head as he again slid his hands over her tits and down her stomach as he leaned forward.
Rachel looked with amazement at the size of Rob’s manhood barley contained by the soft garb. She also realized that his huge organ was now perilously hanging over her face as she sheepishly turned her head to one side to avoid directly looking at it.
Rob guided his hands back over Rachel’s round tits, again moving straight down her stomach. He again sensually slid his finger into her bellybutton, and then slid down to her now swollen nub.
Rob ran his cupped hand directly over Rachel’s wet pink folds. He pressed his hand around the mound that surrounded her dripping wet pussy in a grabbing motion. He ending with his fingers searching out and finding her swollen clit, and then stimulating her with long circular motions.
“Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmm, you better stop.” Rachel said in a half hearted, but a bit more direct tone then she had done before.
Rob completely ignored Rachel’s comment, and continued his assault on her hardening treat. He let one of his long digits move off her clit, brushing lightly over her dripping pink folds before steadily sliding it into her sweet slit. She was so wet that you could clearly hear her juices flooding his hand. Her body was naturally protecting her pussy, and continued to produce its natural lubricant.
Rob then stood up straight and walked around and repositioned himself on the right side of the table. He looked up into Rachel’s foggy eyes, and without saying a word he reached his muscular arm between her legs and pushed them apart. He slowly ran his right hand from Rachel’s ankle up past her inner thigh to her pink snatch, cupping his entire hand over her tender muff. He angled his two middle fingers upward, and in a slow and steady motion pushed them deep inside her sopping wet slit.
Rachel felt like a sudden electric charge went cascading through her entire body. She instinctively put both hands on Rob’s massive chest sheepishly trying to push him away as he leaned his body into her. Her protest was sincere, but half hearted. She thought it best to try and put a stop to this, before she lacked the strength to say no. Her passive and futile protests did nothing to stop his expert assault on her vagina, but she continued pushing back at him in mild protest. She was incapable of offering a verbal protest through her sensual sounding gasps for air. She finally realized his size and strength were too much for her, and gave in to his advances by moving her arms down from his chest and stretching them both way over her head; elongating her body completely for this man.
Rob then leaned his head into Rachel’s full breasts, taking one of her engorged nipples into his mouth. He began to gently suck at the long protruding treat; alternating from lightly licking, to aggressively chewing on the hardened nub. He continued shifting his advances back and forth to each creamy globe, savoring the fullness of her swollen areola in his mouth; probing it firmly with his strong tongue. He squeezed the enlarged orb by using his tongue to press it against the roof of his mouth as he sucked at it more aggressively.
Rob continued his assault with his mouth on her magnificent fleshy tits, while slowly picking up his pace with his fingers. Rachel’s outstretched body was now turning him on even more. He rightfully took her now lack of resistance as an open invitation to do as he wanted. He began to rub her spongy g-spot with long steady strokes using his thick fingers. This was causing her to let out long sexy moans. He raised his head to take a deep breath in, and then aggressively dived back into her soft flesh for some more of the tasty treat she was offering.
Rachel’s body now squirming erratically while sprawled out before him. She now wanted this experience to happen, and needed more of Rob’s dominant treatment.
“You like it rough baby?” Rob stated but getting no response from Rachel. “Good, me too.” He said out loud as if she answered yes; letting her body’s reaction give him all the information he needed as conformation.
Rob slid his fingers deeper into Rachel’s slippery love tunnel and picked up the pace of his rhythmic hand motions. He was now rubbing her fleshy innards smoothly but firmly, giving her sensations she had never felt before. He expertly bent his fingers upward, and began to move his strong arm in an up and down motion; while simultaneously picking up more speed with each passing stroke.
Rachel raised her head up off the cushion and looked down between her outstretched legs to get a better look. She was transfixed seeing Rob’s powerful tattooed bicep strain with force as he exerted more pressure causing her to squirm on his strong fingers. She felt the opening to her pussy being stretched wide by his powerful up and down motions. Her G spots internal sponge began to swell, and she began feeling like a dame was about to burst with every crash of his strong fingers into its outer walls.
Rob was now using his strength and moving his hand up and down at incredible speeds. Rachel instinctively threw her flexible legs wide open, bringing her knees up toward her chest as she offered her body willfully to his powerful advances. The sound of her juices rang through the air, and she felt an orgasm growing from deep inside her womb. Her head was flailing side to side as her round hips raised off the cushion to meet his powerful thrusts.
Rob sensed she was about to cum, and began to work his mouth up from her nipples to her outstretched neck, gently sucking her creamy skin into his wet mouth. Rachel threw her head back to offer him more of its milky surface which he obliged by biting her neck with light force simulating a sexy vampire bite.
With his free hand, Rob cupped the back of Rachel’s head and pulled it up by grabbing a handful of her long hair. He wanted to look directly into her eyes when she flooded his stiff fingers with her womanly juices.
Rachel’s legs were spread as wide as they could, but still sharply bent at the knees with her round hips now bucking wildly.
Rob continued up Rachel’s neck to her soft lips and kissed her deeply.
This was too much for Rachel and she involuntarily let go of her sweet fluids, and begin flooding Rob’s fingers with her womanly cream.
“Ugghhhh, ugghhhh, ughhhhh….Oh my god, Im cuuummming!!!” Rachel screamed as her juices began to spill rapidly out of her now out of control contracting pussy.
“Ugghhhh, Ugghhhh, Oh Gaaaaaawd!” Rachel continue to scream as she released a torrent of her sweet cream onto Rob’s hand.
Rob took this time to look into Rachel’s watery eyes and said with a slight grin “Don’t forget who did this to you baby.”
Rachel was still unable to respond; her mouth was wide open and gasping for air. She curiously starred back at Rob with a “what just happened to me” look on her face; while at the same time still spurting her luscious gift all over his hand and the table cushion.
“That’s it baby. Feel me touching you from the inside. I feel your pussy holding on tight to my thick fingers. Squeeze your pussy tight baby,” Rob whispering each phrase directly into Rachel’s ear causing her orgasm to intensify and continue with every word.
Rachel thought to herself “This orgasm never ends. I feel like I am still coming. God this feels so good.”
Rachel now had her legs squeezed tightly together. She was clenching her thighs tightly on Rob’s hand, trying to hold it in place using both of her stiffened arms and hands, trying to hold his wrist in place. She no longer was able to stand the constant tingling she was experiencing. She had never felt anything like this before, and her body still felt completely out of control. Every part of her felt as if it was ultra sensitive to touch. She feared even the slightest move of Rob’s still buried fingers would be too sensitive for her to handle. She did her best to hold his hands steadily in place as she tried to get her breathing normal again.
“Ok…Ok…give me a second. That was….please wait…..gasping for air. That was……” Rachel said still gasping for air and unable to complete her sentences.
“That was what baby?” as Rob slowly but deliberately slide his fingers from Rachel’s still quivering pussy, not really expecting her to answer but causing her to twitch for a second.
Rob then stood up and took a few steps away from the table. He looked out the window and took in the beautiful ocean view. He then took a deep breath in and then slowly turned around. He looked over at the tempting Rachel while loosening the draw string on his pants. He let them fall to the floor, being sure to let Rachel not miss a thing.
Rachel turned to look at him while still trying to catch her breath. Rob’s full nakedness was now standing only a few feet away. She marveled at the size of his huge cock which she estimated was twice as large as Tim’s, and was now menacingly dangling only a few feet before her. She stared in awe at its thickness. She was mesmerized by the veins that ran under the skin which created a very bumpy but still smooth surface. His balls looked large and hung low, swinging heavily from side to side as he again moved his large frame toward her.
Rob walked over to Rachel and stated in a quiet but stern tone. “Come here baby and get on your knees. I want you to take my cock in your beautiful mouth.”
With her dwindling resistance almost entirely gone, Rachel sheepishly lifted herself up and off the table, obeying Rob’s command. She was unsure how she got to this point, but realized that somewhere she lost all will to tell this man no.
Rachel shakily knelt down before Rob as he ordered. She took hold of his big shaft feeling its fullness. She felt her juices immediately begin to flow again as his thick cock grew even larger in her hand. She attempted to fully grip it with her long slender fingers, but noticed they would not meet while circling it girth entirely.
Rachel studied his manhood more intently now. She pulled and squeezed the large member in different directions and at different speeds. She was not entirely sure how to please such a large cock. She was gazing at its beauty, and totally enthralled with looking at it. She wondered aloud “I have never seen anything so big.”
“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to work the entire thing into you.” Rob said while enjoying his conquest now happily kneeling before him. He then grabbed a handful of Rachel’s beautiful brown locks that he had admired earlier from the comfort of his video control room. He steadied her for a moment, and then firmly guided his cock into her sweet mouth. Rachel immediately parted her lips to accept his lengthy member, tasting his salty pre cum right away. She slowly but feverishly sucked as much of his cock as she could into her hungry mouth; alternating her approach from soft licks and gentle kisses up and down the veiny shaft; to trying to take as much of his thick phallus into her eager mouth.
Rachel reached up behind Rob’s butt, and with delicate pressure began to drag her sultry fingers down the center of his ass crack. She let her fingernails lightly scratch the surface under his balls before cupping his heavy sacks with her hand; gently letting them rest fully in her soft open palm. She marveled at their weight, and couldn’t help the strange desire she was now having for them release their weighty contents into her willing wet mouth.
Rachel then licked back up the length of his entire shaft, arriving at its bulbous head. She leaned her head back for a moment to get a better look, then moved forward taking his giant weapon slowly but deeply into her hungry mouth again. She savored the feel of his hardness on her tongue and lips as she pushed her head up and down in a steady and controlled motion.
Rachel continued this sensual action a few more times and then released Rob’s cock from her full lips to grab a gulp of air. She then again went back sensually bestowing gentle kisses on his large circumcised organ. She saw another droplet of pre-cum forming due to her stimulating efforts, and eagerly sucked it down into her throat.
“That’s it baby, worship my cock.” Rob said with his eyes firmly closed now, enjoying her soft lips and tongue working his sweet meat.
In the background the once soft calypso music was now replaced with a slow and deep rhythmic drum. There were no words per say, but you could here in the background almost off in the distance a woman being ravaged. Rachel was so engrossed in the music now without even realizing it. In her mind she couldn’t separate the girl in the song from herself, and felt herself totally submitting to the magnificent cock now wrapped by her perky red lips.
Rachel suddenly felt a sense of confusion while performing this perverted act on a complete stranger. “I don’t even like giving blow jobs. What is going on with me?” she thought to herself, as she continued to hungrily devourer Rob’s cock.
Suddenly a realization quickly came over Rachel as she internally answered her own question. “I’m am so horny right now. I love being taken by this man,” she thought, while trying to force more of his rigid cock down her throat.
Rob was now groaning as he looked down at Rachel’s plump red lips straining around his thick member.
“Oh baby,” Rob whispered in a guttural tone. “That’s it baby….. suck my cock. Take me in your hot mouth.” He stated with his head now looking toward the ceiling and his eyes shut.
Rob opened his eyes and looked down at Rachel feverishly working her womanly magic on his hard erection. He became mesmerized by her shapely ass sticking outward from her curved back as she rested in a sitting position on her own two legs. He ran his hands through her hair while listening to the sweet sounds of her slurping his thick rod.
Rob started to feel a sensation growing in his loins that he knew all too well. He was going to cum down this girls throat.
“Here it comes baby. Swallow every drop or I am going to have to punish you.” he stated with a sense of seriousness to his voice. “Do we understand each other baby? I want you to suck the cum right out of my cock.” Rob said as he was starting to gasp for air.
“No hands baby, ill work your head.” he stated while on the verge of releasing his fluids deep into his newly trained sex goddess.
Rachel quickly obeyed and took her hands from his giant member and dropped them down to her large breasts where she immediately squeezed them together. She did this while at the same time letting out a soft moans.
Rob reached behind her head and grabbed a healthy handful of hair. He then rhythmically pushed his cock into Rachel’s sweet mouth and then back out; never letting the back of her head go ensuring she would drink his entire load.
“Ok baby, her it comes!” Rob gasped.
“Ugghhhhhhhhhhhh, Ughhhhhhhhhhhh, Ughhhhhhhhhh, Ughhhhhhhh, Ughhhhhhhhh” were the guttural grunts escaping Rob’s mouth as he unleashed thick wads of semen down into his her throat. The air was filled with the sounds of Rachel gasping for air and her sometimes choking as she greedily consumed his manly juices.
“Gasp…Cough, Cough, Gurgle, Slurp” was all you heard from Rachel who feverishly tried to drink down every drop spurting out of Rob’s still throbbing cock.
Rob knew Rachel could never swallow all of his load; and that was the plan. He looked down directly at his conquest and saw his white jizz partially dripping down her neck.
Rob released Rachel’s hair and took a step back. He took a deep breath in and reached for nearby towel wiping off the remnants of cum that was still coating his cock, and that she failed to swallow as instructed.
Rachel looked up at him with big doe eyes and said, “I’m really sorry, I tried.”
Rob did not say a word. He lifted Rachel up to her feet by her arm, and then walked with her over to the bathroom.
“Go and clean yourself up. I want you to come back out to me in five minutes.” Rob firmly stated.
Rachel did as she was told and entered the bathroom. Her head was spinning at the ordeal she just experienced as she turned on the sink water. She looked in the mirror and was slightly put off on how roughed up she looked. Her hair was a tangled mess. She was glad she did not apply much make-up in the morning, otherwise she would have looked worse. Her eyes were slightly bloodshot from the constant tearing up while she was gagging on Rob’s cock. She splashed water on her face, and did her best to clean up quickly.
“What did this guy do to me?” she mumbled while looking at herself in the mirror; still standing on shaky legs.
Rachel took one of the newly packaged toothbrushes left for guests and brushed her teeth using a large helping of toothpaste. She then added a large swig of mouthwash that was also previously placed on the counter. She tried to run a brush through her knotted hair the best she could but wasn’t getting the results she wanted. Standing in front of the mirror completely naked she looked into her own eyes confused with the thoughts of what just happened. She felt bad about having done this behind Tim’s back, and was dreading having to face him later.
Rachel’s thoughts then returned to the present. She was about to leave the bathroom when she had a sense of fear and anticipation overcome her.
“Do I act mad?’ she thought to herself. “Am I mad?” she considered, but honestly did not know. “Is he mad or unhappy with me? I mean, what just happened here?” was the real question she asked herself that seemed to hit her the hardest.
The one thing she did know is that she felt that same uneasy feeling she had in the dressing room before this all started. But now she was sure what it was. It was all clear to her now. The feeling was she was extremely horny; evidenced by her still dripping wet box. That, and the still creeping realization that this man was doing things to her that she never had experienced before and she wanted more.
“Stop it Rach, this is going too far.” she tried to reason with herself. “Ok, just go out there and be assertive.” She said softly before she took a step back out the door.
Rachel exited the bathroom and Rob immediately spoke. “Come over here baby.” he commanded in a low but assertive tone.
Rachel slowly walked over to him with her head slightly titled down trying not to look him in the eye. “So much for assertive,” she embarrassingly admitted to herself.
Rachel stepped toward the man who was beginning to torment her soul. She held her hands clasped together in front at her chest, and was hopelessly trying to conceal her big breasts with her arms.
Rob stood up before her and gently grabbed Rachel’s forearm just above the elbow and guided her to a second larger table. This table was lower to the ground and appeared to be the size as a king size bed. It had the same matt or cushion on top as the smaller table, but this one had a headboard at one of the ends with built in shelves with folded white towels.
Rob sat down at the end of the bed. He pulled the still standing Rachel closer to himself and then slowly turned her around. He was blatantly taking in his prize and all of her ample curves as if he owned her.
Rachel was standing in front of him in a demure manner, still trying to do her best to cover her breast with her arms. Suddenly she developed the courage to speak. She looked directly at Rob, paused for a moment and said “So are we done here yet?” as if trying to appear slightly annoyed.
Rob did not answer at the moment, and gently reached up and pulled one of Rachel’s hands down to her side preventing her feeble attempt at covering up. He then reached forward with his other hand and gave a soft smack to one of her ass cheeks. This sent a slight quiver through the soft flesh along with a crackle through the room.
“Do you want it to be done baby?” Rob asked with a slight grin.
“I never asked for any of this to happen…..you know.” Rachel said quietly but still using a slightly annoyed tone that seemed mixed with confusion. She still wasn’t sure how she got to this point, and if she was the real cause or this happening?
“Come closer baby,” Rob stated in an low but serious tone; ignoring her last statement.
Rachel stood still before him, failing to move a muscle.
“I said come closer!” Rob again stated in a more aggressive but still hushed tone. He then leaned forward to deliver a perfect slap on Rachel’s round ass causing the flesh to quiver again, along with a loud crack that echoed throughout the room.
“Owwww!” the sound automatically left Rachel’s mouth.
She took a small step closer to Rob. He looked in her eyes and then immediately leaned forward again, this time giving Rachel’s other ass cheek a harder smack then the first, indicating she had not moved close enough.
“Owwww, I moved closer?” Rachel protested, seemingly questioning why she received the second blow after obeying.
“You know what I think Baby?” Rob asked still sporting a slight grin.
“I have no idea?” Rachel question in a slightly annoyed tone as if still trying to regain some control back over herself and the situation.
“I think you badly want some more. I think that you are dying to see what I am going to do to you next. I think you loved my fat cock in your mouth” Rob stated all of his assertions in rapid succession while reaching his hand between Rachel’s legs and driving his long middle finger deep into her tight wet pussy.
Rachel couldn’t help put let out a slight whimper as the thick appendage circled and pressed against her inner walls while she protested by trying to hold Rob’s wrist with both hands.
Rob then slowly dragged his middle finger from Rachel’s pussy and lifted his soaking wet finger to her lips; ordering her to taste her own juices. But she ignored him and turned her head away.
Rob leaned forward and again and slapped Rachel’s reddening cheeks. She slowly turned her head toward him and he slid his wet finger over her plump red lips, applying her womanly juices as proof that she was enjoying every bit of his company.
“See what I mean baby,” Rob smiled, as Rachel’s tongue automatically licked her lips clean, seemingly enjoying the taste of the proof he offered.
“Remember what I told you if you did not swallow every drop of my cum?” Rob flatly asked.
Rachel did not answer the question.
Rob then swiftly pulled Rachel toward him as he sat on the edge of the large massage table that resembled a bed. He pulled one of her arms roughly up behind her back as if he were going to put her in handcuffs, and guided her to an almost kneeling position, using downward pressure on her arm. Instead of pushing Rachel down to her knees as she anticipated, he then leaned her forward over his own knees, letting her large breasts cushion herself over his legs.
He then released the arm he had pinned behind Rachel’s back and allowed her to bring both arms forward to support herself, while resting her upper body on his tree trunk muscular legs.
“Put those legs together baby, and arch you back fully. Then hike that beautiful ass in the air so I can get a better look!” Rob commanded.
Rachel did as she was told; now basically being resigned to her fate. She pulled her legs together pushing her knees forward touching the side of Rob’s leg. She could feel her large breasts dangling over him, with her still elongated nipples brushing against his muscular thighs.
Rob let his hand glide softly over Rachel’s round ass. He lightly dragged it over the small of her back, and then down over her voluptuous curved hips. He could feel her heavy breast gently tickling his legs as they hung over him, causing his cock to again start to fill with its potent hardening blood.
Rob dragged his hand down between the crevice of Rachel’s beautiful ass cheeks, and gently played with the opening to her tight hole. He lightly brushed against the opening while traveling down to her pussy. He slowly worked his thumb inside her wet box, coating it with a generous amount a female sex cream. He then pulled his thumb out and went back up to her tight sphincter; rubbing the wet natural potion generously all over its surface in preparation for his entrance.
All the while the music in the room turned more darker. The pace of the drums grew quicker, and you can still hear the faint cries of a woman in the distance but no longer hard to pick up. She could clearly be heard crying out NO followed by a moan and what appeared to be multiple tribes men surrounding her, as it faded into the background.
Rob then took his free left hand and pushed down on Rachel’s back indicating he wanted her to lean her body into him. This caused her to let go of the floor and grab his leg below the knee, with most of the her weight now being supported by her beautiful round breasts. He then took the same thumb that just was fully lubricated, and steadily pushed down into her tight vice like opening. He began to expertly work his thumb deep inside; causing her to squirm and sequel in reaction to the steady and forceful movements.
Rob then softened his pace and gently removed his thumb. Rachel let out a large exhale and began to relax. Without warning, Rob then raised his open hand and let it drop squarely on Rachel’s round bum. This caused a slight shaking motion of her pale fleshy cheeks that did not escape his notice.
Another smack perfectly placed on the other cheek made Rachel squeal slightly causing Rob’s cock to stir some more.
“You have a beautiful ass baby; you know that don’t you?” Rob quietly asked but getting no reply.
Smack, Rob came down with slightly more force this time.
“Please stop, I’ll do what you want.” Rachel lightly pleaded.
“Your already doing what I want baby.” Rob said with a realization of a man in control. “Don’t play innocent with me. Don’t think I don’t feel you rubbing those big tits on yours on my leg. I get it baby. It’s like you’re trying to scratch an itch.” Rob said as if taunting her.
“Smack…….Smack.” Rachel squealed a little louder at the noticeably harder impact that was now causing her bum to redden slightly.
Rob then began to lightly rub Rachel’s soft checks; dragging his open hand smoothly over her entire roundness using his thumb to brush up against her tight anal hole with each pass.
Rachel welcomed the now softer touch, and it caused good bumps to rise up all over her roundness.
Rob then slipped his hand over Rachel’s sweet mound and slowly drove two strong fingers deep into her very wet pussy.
“MMMM” Rachel reluctantly cooed.
“If you don’t like this baby, how come your still wet?” Rob questioned her using a confident tone, while slowly dragging his stiff fingers from her dripping snatch.
Rachel did not answer…………….Smack, Rob now delivering a harder blow at getting no response to his question.
“I don’t know what to say,” Rachel sheepishly replied, seeming to know that the harder slap was a form of punishment for her lack of response; even though he made no mention.
“I want you to tell me to spank you like the bad girl you are.” Rob said now leaning his head forward and down over Rachel’s smooth outstretched back. She could feel his hot breath as he directed his whispers toward the back of her exposed neck.
“Go ahead baby, ask for it.” ……Smack……………..Smack…Rob stated while twice striking Rachel’s plump ass cheeks.
“Ok, whatever, please spank me,” Rachel said as if trying to appease him.
Smack…..”I didn’t get that; what did you say?” Rob said in a questioning tone, indicating he wanted a better response.
“Please spank my ass,” Rachel pleaded a little louder while unconsciously pressing her breasts down into Rob’s thighs in an attempt to brace herself with the expected harder than before slap that she figured was on its way.
Smack……..smack………smack…………smack, Rob delivering four moderate strikes while saying nothing; all the time admiring his handiwork clearly visible on now red bubble ass.
Rachel’s hips starting to slowly rock from side to side. She felt a strange sensation come over her with the realization that she might be enjoying this.
“Stop it Rach,” she pleaded with herself as she again had the realization that this was pleasurable.
Smack……….Smack………Smack…….Rob delivered three more blows.
Just then Rachel spoke up not being able to take hold back any longer.
“Please spank my ass.” Rachel unexpectedly yelled out loud.
Rob paused for a second to smile behind Rachel’s still arched back and thought to himself,. “She is just about broken in.”
He continued his onslaught on her fleshy backside. Smack……….Smack……….Smack… laying three perfectly placed successive blows in her luscious backside.
“Owww, not so hard”….Rachel cried out softly.
“Tell me baby. Tell me you love me spanking your sweet ass.” Rob whispered in a low and deep tone across Rachel’s still exposed back.
“Please….more….spank me harder” Rachel softly whimpered, while at the same time raising her ass up higher as if to let him know she welcomed more punishment.
Smack…………Smack………… Smack…………..Smack………….. ..Smack……………..Smack…Rob delivering successive medium strength blows. He alternated between her right and left fleshy cheeks with sometimes him coming down in the middle to get a piece of both. He enjoyed that perfect strike where it was not too hard, but strong enough to let a high pitch snapping noise echo through the room.
Rachel’s eyes were now watering. She could not believe that she was enjoying the crude discipline now being administered to her.
“Again,” Rachel suddenly said out loud in a whispered tone with no coaxing from Rob “Spank me hard.”
Smack…..Smack……Smack….Robs hand delivering three successive and quicker blows.
“You know what baby? You have an ass made for fucking. Tell me you want me to fuck that beautiful ass.” Rob whispered softly with his hot breath again drifting across Rachel’s back, to her neck.
“Nooooo.” Rachel quietly cooed. “Your too big.”
Smack…..Rob delivered his hardest blow yet; evidenced by the sound reverberating throughout the cavernous space.
Awwwhhh.” Rachel letting out a quick scream, followed by a sniffle indicating she was tearing up, surprised by the added force.
Rob gently ran his hand over her now stinging red ass. The feeling was very comforting to Rachel, and she welcomed the soothing relief, even if it was only for a short moment. She also internally hoped he would give her ass a few more good licks before he was through. She had now grown accustomed to the jolts of pain each exciting smack brought to her, and was getting even more turned on by how this barbaric act seemed to be so enjoyable to her Alpha Male assailant.
“Again baby, tell me to put my thick cock deep in your tight ass.” Rob whispered in as low a tone as before.
“Your too big. Please, I can’t take it. I have never done that before.” Rachel gently pleaded.
Rachel began to ask questions of herself right about this time. “Can I take it? I think I might want him to fuck my ass? Maybe if I let him he won’t fuck my pussy and Tim will never know?”
Smack….Rob delivering another hard blow causing Rachel to push her soft round tits down harder onto his muscular thighs as she let out another soft feminine squeal.
“Are you telling me your husband never fucked that beautiful ass?” Rob asked genuinely surprised.
“No sir….know one has.” Rachel stated while lightly shaking her head side to side indicating she had not, and hoping Rob would empathize.
“Let me tell you a few things now baby,” Rob once again leaned in and whispering his hot breath into Rachel’s ear; her head now tilted on its side and facing him and listening intently.
“You’re going to beg me to put my big cock into your tight ass. I want to feel you squeeze my big meat when I’m buried deep inside you. I want to watch your body squirm beneath me as I drive my thick cock into that tight ass over and over again.”
Rachel couldn’t help but be turned on by all the rough treatment and talk. Her fear was genuine, but deep down she wanted the experience. She wanted this man to take her as he wanted. She wanted to feel his thick cock taking her anal virginity.
Smack..Smack………..Smack..Smack………Smack..Smack…..Rob came down harder than before with steady pressure, slowly alternating again back and forth between each cheek.
“Ok, ok, ok” Rachel whimpered. “Please fuck my ass. Please put your cock deep in my ass. Go ahead and do what you want.”
The words came spilling out of Rachel’s mouth like she was on some sort of automatic pilot. She was wild with lust and could think of nothing else then Rob’s powerful body thrusting into her. This was going to happen, and at this moment she could not want it more.
Rob guided her off his lap. Rachel had tears in her eyes and looked away with some shame. Rob gently brushed away a tear that was running down her cheek and told her not to worry.
“I promise, everything I do to you, you will have asked for. I do not rape women. I just lead them to path they did not think they wanted to go.”
He then looked while looking squarely in the eyes as he stood up and motioned her to get on the bed beside them.
Without being instructed, Rachel gracefully crawled to the middle of the bed, positioning herself on her hands and knees. She took a fluffy pillow from in front of the headboard and placed it beneath her stomach. She pushed her knees together and leaned back thrusting her ass outward . She had her head on the cushion and her arms stretched over her head with her knees under her stomach. She was now completely prone with her beautiful ass arched slightly in the air; willingly waiting for her tight hole to be penetrated.
Rob walked over to the simmering pot containing his oily mixture. He reached his hand in, scooping out a generous portion and poured it into the smaller container. He then turned to look at the sexy Rachel while at the same time stroking has massive tool. He put a generous coating of the mixture on his now glistening cock, and immediately felt the tingle of the ecstasy derivative starting to work its magic on his soon to be hard weapon. He then took a deep breath in of the ocean air still filling the room, and looked upward as if savoring the moment. His cock started to become rigid and stiff, but not overly sensitive to touch. He was ready to take her anal virginity.
The music was playing another native type song. This one had a men in the background chanting and talking in a tribal type language. Then there seemed to be some sort of leader or chief speaking. He was saying words that seemed to be of a commanding nature, followed by a woman in some sort of sexual distress.
Rachel could not get her mind off the sounds. She felt transfixed by it. She did not understand what the man was saying, nor could she completely make out the woman’s plea. She thought she also heard a man yell in anguish “stay away from my wife.” But wasn’t sure as she found her mind drifting. She could almost imagine being the woman, and felt very turned on by her and the man’s pleas.
Rob then walked over to the bed and took position at the bottom, directly behind Rachel. He straddled his prey and again taking in every magnificent curve of her glorious body. He was struck with how perfect a specimen she was, “truly made for breeding.” He thought to himself while taking in a big gulp of air.
“Your built for sex baby.” Rob stated to Rachel as he slid his oily fingers down between her still red butt cheeks; coming in direct contact with the tightly closed entrance he was about to plunder. He used steady circular motions as before, slightly dipping his fingers deeper into her innards with each circular pass. Rachel started to again squirm beneath his expert touch, and was now softly moaning.
Rob pulled Rachel’s legs out from under her and laid them straight out. He positioned himself sitting on the back of her thighs while slightly inching himself forward. His dragged his big cock over her inner thighs as he slide himself forward. He continued his way up until he was sitting directly over her plump ass. He held his cock in his hand from underneath, and then let it drop down on her ample cheeks so she can feel its weight. This movement caused a slight thud sound as his heavy cock landed squarely on her ass.
Rachel could feel the full weight of Rob’s cock, and took a deep breath in an attempt to relax. She was both excited and scared at the prospect of feeling such a large dick in her once forbidden entrance.
Rob then grabbed his stiff log and brought the bulbous head to her tightly closed sphincter that was now drenched with his oily solution. He then began to gently push his hard meat forward, struggling to breaking her tight seal. Rachel flinched at the sudden sensation and let out a soft moan.
“This is really happening.” she thought to herself; half nervous and half excited. She knew there was no way of stopping this hulking man now anyway. He was going to have her no matter what, and she had already gave into that fact. She just tried to relax both her ass in her mind from the fear of the unknown.
Rob began to shift his weight behind Rachel with his cock head still firmly implanted in her opening. This caused Rachel to whimper slightly as she felt the thick intruder twist within her tight ass grip. He positioned his massive body directly over her leaning forward onto his own hands in a push up position, with his knees supporting the rest of his weighty frame directly over her bum. His cock was now fully erect, and he thoroughly enjoyed the tight wrap squeezed around its bulbous head by the hot sex goddess beneath him.
Rob leaned forward and tilted his head down close to Rachel’s ear and let his strong wet tongue explore its soft depths. The feeling of his slippery tongue invading her sensitive lobe almost made Rachel cum on the spot.
“Pleeeeeeeaase”…..Is all Rachel said using a soft feminine whimper, not indicating if she wanted him to continue or stop his perverted assault.
Rob then slowly began to push his hard cock forward.
“Gaspppp” Rachel’s head shot upward arching her back even more, instantly reacting to the large invader now going deeper into her recesses.
“Om my God, yessss,” she softly cried out, as he began to work more of his cock into her virgin ass.
“Oh baby….Give me that sexy ass,” Rob whispered with warm breath into her ear.
“Your mine now baby.” He said, while at the same time reaching back and giving the side of her ample cheek a soft slap causing her to lightly squeal.
Rob glanced over to his left where a decorative wall mirror hung strategically positioned giving him a clear reflection in its entirety of himself and the beautiful Rachel now squirming softly beneath him. He loved that even though she was a strong and healthy woman, the reflection showed how small and fragile her body looked laying underneath his hulking frame. He watched intently as he pressed his muscular pelvis forward plunging his thick cock deeper into his beautiful conquest. He observed his own muscular body on top of her as she lay helplessly squirming beneath him. He intentionally pinned her down using all of his weight, slowly grinded his hips forward as if they were on a swivel touching all of her inner walls, but still not entirely impaled inside her.
Rachel gasped again; her body flinching under the added pressure of Rob’s strong hips. She felt the full sensation or his cock as it slowly made its way into her depths. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own as it alternated from trying to escape the giant intruder her ass was now straining to accommodate; or taking more of his hard cock completely inside her.
“God I feel so full” Rachel gasped out loud while trying to also take in some air. She curiously realized that her enjoyment of the situation came more from the mental aspect of being taken by this powerful male, then the physical sensations she was experiencing. She felt an unyielding helplessness that was pleasurable to her beyond measure. No longer was she the in-control Rachel that ran the ebb and flow of her relationship with Tim, and had sex on her terms. Now for the first time in her life she was a willing sex slave, yielding her body over to the most dominant man she had ever encountered, and she wanted it to happen.
“Brace yourself baby; I’m going to take you deep now,” Rob whispered while continuing to maul Rachel’s ear with his tongue.
Just then Rob took another glance to his left at the mirror. He watched as the muscles in his own buttocks tightened, and as he slide his knees outward, dropping all of his weight onto Rachel’s helpless body. His cock pushed completely into her tight ass as he felt his balls slap against her skin.
Rob stopped for as moment to let Rachel get acclimated to his thick intruder now invading her inner depths.
Rachel’s breath was now short and shallow. She was letting out little high pitched “squeals” and “cooing” sounds, mixed with the occasional “Oh God.”
He stayed motionless for a few seconds more and held his cock steadily in place as she continued to squirm beneath him, still trying to get used to his size.
Rob then began to slowly grind his hips in a circular motion. He made subtle adjustment to his bodily weight and hip speed being sure to press his cock against the side walls and anal entrance to force her to feel his hardness. He was now buried deep inside the lovely Rachel and filling her ass with all of his large veiny meat. He pressed his hips down harder and tightened his own ass as he began to steadily grind her sweet bum. He alternated by pressing the strong base of his cock around her tight anal opening, while sliding it slowly in and out. This immediately brought more small feminine sequels from her sweet mouth as she sexily squirmed beneath him.
“Did you ever feel something so big baby?” Rob said and then quickly drove his wet tongue deep into Rachel’s ear.
“Oh God, no.” She answered in a relaxed sultry voice.
“Tell me, am I bigger than your husband,” he again whispered while simultaneously letting his own ass raise up exposing most of his cock, and then slowly driving it back into her tight hole.
“Ooooooh, Ahhhhh, ooooooh…Please I can’t. Don’t make me think about Tim” Rachel pleaded while at the same time feeling the size of Rob’s cock fully enveloping her.
Rob again pulled his ass up upward again exposing his cock. He reached his arm around and under Rachel’s chest, taking hold of both her big tits with his large hand; then again driving himself deep into her.
Rob repeated his earlier question and again whispered into Rachel’s ear. “Have you ever had something so big pumping your sweet body baby?” “Tell me if I’m bigger than your husband.”
“Nooooooo” Rachel said in a low drawn out voice. “Don’t make me talk bad about Tim,” she pleaded as she pushed her hips back taking as much of Rob’s cock deep inside her as she could.
Rachel still lay trapped under this man beast. Her mind was racing with carnal ecstasy. She felt the sensitive nerve endings around her tight opening tingle wildly as they stretched around Rob’s manly girth. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming to her. Any pain she had felt was now gone and her body adjusted to his rough but skilled advances.
Rachel looked to her left and caught a glimpse of the same mirror Rob was looking at earlier. She was also mesmerized at how she seemed so small in regards to a man she was getting power fucked in her ass by, and as the reflection was now clearly showing her.
Tim was only an inch taller than her and weighed about the same. The few previous boyfriends she had been intimate with were all about the same size also, and none had the experience to pull off what this man was now doing to her.
Rachel watched as Rob firmly grinded and pushed his thick cock in and out of her tight hole; seeing clearly what was causing all the tingling going on inside her depts. The sight of his powerful hips driving his dick in and out of her was mesmerizing. She loved watching his strong hands caress along the sides of her curvy ass and tits, as he groped at the sides of her body as he laid sprawled out on top of her. His powerful hips continued to push deep into her in rapid succession. She was close to orgasm but feeling like it was still under her control; but she knew she had to look away from the mirror if she wanted it to stay that way. The sight was to erotic to watch and not cum.
Rachel felt Rob again shift his weight which caused a pleasurable jolt in her tight sphincter. She then turned her head back to the mirror and saw what was causing the exquisite feeling. What she saw was a perfect side angle view of Rob pulling his beautiful cock all the way out of her body, and then jamming it back in. Seeing this was now getting to be too much for her. She felt a build up start from deep inside her, and she knew she was going to cum hard.
“Ohhhh my godddd. I’m going to cum. Ohhhh please, don’t stop. Ahhhhh, Ugghhhhh, ugghhhhh, ugghhhhh,” Rachel screamed out as her body buck wildly beneath Rob.
“Ohhhh my god, I can’t believe I’m coming from you fucking my asssssss!” Rachel continued to say through gasps of air as her strong orgasm began to finally wind down.
Rob suddenly slid his cock out of Rachel’s tight hole, and rested his weight back on his own legs. He took a moment to look at her body still laying face down and completely stretched out before him. He took a deep breath in and then reached forward putting a slight slap on one of her butt cheeks.
“Turn over baby,” Rob stated assertively.
Rachel started to shift her weight, turning over on her back. Her legs were bent slightly and she held them close together.
Rob reached forward with both hands and fully separated her legs at the knees, and slid his body down to get a close look at her juicy pink folds. He let his nose rest right at the entrance of her wet slit and took another deep breath in.
“You smell good baby.” Rob stated in a hush tone breathing his hot breath all over her womanhood.
Rob then cupped both his hands under Rachel’s still bent knees. He exerted more pressure spreading her legs a little wider. He then leaned forward and gently started to kiss the skin on her perfectly clean shaven mound. He moved his hungry mouth slowly down along the sides of her slippery vaginal entrance. His erotic advances were sending slight shivers throughout Rachel’s entire body, and she instinctively grabbed him by the hair trying to guide his mouth to her now swollen clit.
“Ohhhhh that feels sooooo goooood. Please don’t stop.” Rachel said in a deeply satisfied voice. She was still laying on her back with both of her own hands roaming her elongated body. Occasionally should would give herself a hug while pressing her tits into herself, as if she was sinking into a warm blanket, or run her hands over her curvy hips.
Rob now had a firm hold on Rachel’s hardening nub using a combination of suction, tongue, and soft nibbling with his teeth. She instinctively brought her hands up to her luscious mounds again, and softly caressed both of her beautiful tits as she was being eaten.
Rob expertly alternated his approach from gentle kisses and licking, to a wide open mouth using it to devour her pussy like it never had been eaten before. He then dragged his strong tongue completely over Rachel’s now flowering pink folds, and then locked his mouth onto her soft lips as if he was literally making out with her pussy.
“Mmmmmmmmmmm, you are amazing” Rachel said with her eyes half shut and rolled back inside her head. She had both of her hands full with Rob’s hair, and was grinding her pussy against his face by swaying her curvy hips back and forth.
Rob stopped for a moment, raising his head up to get a good look at the beautiful pussy before him. He admired her full vaginal lips that were long enough to stretch out and take into his mouth, and had a clean and healthy pink shade to them. He could see Rachel’s juices still pooling inside her pussy, and immediately wanted to drink it in. He pushed his head forward and drove his strong tongue deep into her depths, drinking down her sweet nectar as he went. He continued to lap hungrily at her inner walls letting his strong tongue run wild inside her. The room was filled with sounds of animalistic groans, wetness, and feminine moaning.
Rob then took Rachel’s clit between his lips and let his tongue flick her hard nub. Every snap of his slippery intruder against her clit brought glorious shocks of pleasure cascading through her whole body.
“I’m so close baby. Please don’t stop, please don’t stop, please don’t you stop” Rachel pleaded in rapid succession as Rob continued to firmly nibble her very swollen clit.
“Aaahhhhhhh, I’m cumminggggg” Rachel screamed out while pulling the back of Robs hair, forcing his head into her dripping wet slit.
“Aaahhhhhhh, ugghhhhhh, ugghhhhhh, Oh my goddddd, this is incredible.” Rachel gasped as the last waves of pleasure rippled through her body. Her body went from squirming and bucking, to lightly swaying her hips in a back and forth motion.
Rachel’s orgasm was slowly starting to wind down, she let her arms fly out to her sides and allowed her legs to slump awkwardly while still spread out. Her chest heaved up and down slowly as she slowly regained her breath. She had the look of a woman spent as Rob gently finished lapping up the remnants of her very wet orgasm.
“I’m so relaxed I can sleep for hours.” Rachel spoke to Rob in a soft tone.
Rob immediately replied “You can sleep all you want later when your husband gets home. We are just getting to the best part.
“Oh yeh….and what’s that?” Rachel answered while pretending to be ignorant as to what Rob meant.
“I’ll tell you what it means baby. I’m going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before. You are going to remember me forever baby. Today will be the best sex you have ever had, or ever will have for the rest of your life.” Rob confidently stated.
Rachel pondered what Rob had just said for a moment and thought. “This already has been the best sex I have ever had.”
“I want you to fuck my pussy. I really do. You are the best lover I have ever had. Please fuck my pussy. I need to feel you deep in me. Please I am begging you to take me how ever you want.” Rachel said while sitting up on her knees and hugging herself, squeezing both tits against her body as a way of offering herself to him.
Unknowingly to Rachel, the effects of the ecstasy were still having its way her. That, along with the music still playing throughout the room had her in a sex crazed mood like none she had ever experienced. She took a second to really listen to the curious sounds and noticed the screaming woman in the background was no longer saying No or Crying as before. Now the tune was filled with her having incredible orgasm after incredible orgasm.
Rachel couldn’t wait anymore. She leaned forward and gently whispered in Robs ear with almost a pleading to her tone. “Please Fuck Me!”
With that Rob laid Rachel back and spread her long legs wide. He reached under one of her knees, and pushed that leg up higher while pulling it wider apart. He slid his muscular frame forward positioning his large cock to the entrance of her dripping wet pussy, resting it against her flowering pink folds.
Rob looked down and saw Rachel’s body slightly squirming beneath him. He took notice of her movements and sounds, which were subtle but strong. In his mind It was all she could do without screaming to be fucked. He knew she was craving to be dominated. He knew it was the same deep down craving all feminine woman want, but without ever really knowing or experiencing what it is like.
Rachel let out a small whimper as if slightly scared when she felt the bulbous head come in contact with her soft folds. She then tightly grabbed the cushion beneath her with both of her hands, seemingly trying to brace herself in preparation for him fully impaling her.
Rob pushed further forward as Rachel began to feel his thickness stretch the opening of her tender pussy.
“Wow” Rachel gasped, as her legs started to involuntarily shake slightly as she struggled with the feeling of his largeness. He pushed his cock forward further, while at the same time gyrating his powerful hips in a very slow and circular motion.
Rachel’s pink folds were now tightly wrapped around Rob’s cock, and were disappearing inside her sweet pussy due to the thickness as his large organ as it slide further into her depts. She was starting to feel overwhelmed like she could not take it, and a small panic feeling started to set in. She began to half heartedly punch at his back as if he was too much for her.
“No I can’t. I’m sorry. I thought I could but your too big. I can’t….I can’t. Please your……..” Rachel stated in hushed but rushed tones with her voice suddenly trailing off.
Rob ignored her plea and pushed his cock further inside her another two inches with slow forward pressure.
“Owwwwhhh…… Owwwhhh…… Owwwwhhh……Ohhhhhh…….Ohhhhhh” Rachel’s moans seemingly starting to alternate between pain and pleasure.
“Grab my ass baby. I want you to pull me inside you.” Rob said while leaning his body weight on top of Rachel, and breathing the words directly into her ear.
Just then Rachel opened her legs as wide as she could, and brought her knees closer to her head. She grabbed onto the back of Rob’s well defined buttocks and started doing as she was told and began to feverishly pull him into her.
Rob began to push deeper into the beautiful Rachel. He could feel her legs spreading wider as she grabbed his muscular ass. He laughed to himself that it was only moments before she seemed like she might try and put her foot down and put a stop to this odyssey.
Rob paused for a moment and took it all in. He was enjoying this girl more than most. He just loved the feel of her curvaceous body. He looked down and pushed her legs up closer to her chest at the knee. He admired the curvature of her outer thigh, and how it perfectly lead into her child bearing hips.
Just then, the words just came spilling out of Rob’s mouth. “Your beautiful baby.” he said as he placed a deep and passionate kiss on Rachel’s plump red lips. His cock was inside her only about half way, now being forced to stop when it came in contact with the back wall of her vagina where her cervix guards the entrance to her womb. He stopped at this point and took a deep breath in. He was savoring the felling of her juicy pussy.
“You think I’m beautiful?” Rachel sheepishly questioned.
“Baby, let me tell you something. If you want to come live on my island your welcome too. I would worship that beautiful body of yours all the time. You are a living goddess built for sex” Rob stated; while for the first time giving a hint of who he actually was with his “My Island” comment.
Rob began to force his cock deeper into Rachel with his thick meat pushing at her closed cervix which was straining to stay shut.
. “It feels like warm butter baby….mmmmmm” Rob groaned.
“Owww” Rachel slightly whimpered.
“Please go slow” she begged.
Rob now had about three quarters of his cock buried in Rachel’s pussy. He felt her cervix about to give way and couldn’t wait any longer.
“This might hurt a little baby.” Rob said as if trying to prepare Rachel for something she most likely never experienced.
“You want my hard cock deep inside you baby.” he said whispering into her ear.
“Yes” Rachel said in a soft childlike voice.
“Yes please put your cock deep inside me.” Rachel pleaded.
“Ok baby. Im going to give you what you want.” Rob said as he steadied himself for leverage.
Just then Rob stiffened his abdomen muscles, and squeezed his hard ass checks together. He pushed forward driving the rest of his cock deep into the lovely Rachel.
“Aghhhhhh!” Rachel screamed as Rob’s cock forced its way past the stubborn entrance of her cervix.
It felt to Rob as if he had just deflowered a virgin. Rachel’s cervix was now tightly wrapped around his thick cock with a vice like grip. He felt as though he was getting his Dick sucked inside her pussy.
Slowly but steady Rob repeated his motions…..back in…..back out. Back in again…..and then back out They both cold feel and hear the popping sounds each time his big dick buried itself deep in her womb.
Aghhhhhh, Aghhhhhh, Aghhhhhh, Aghhhhhh!” Rachel screamed with every thrust. Her thoughts were of nothing else but this muscular 230 pound Alpha Male holding her down and relentlessly fucking her brains out. Her legs were now flailing open and closed around Rob’s pelvis, as she grabbed at his back and ass while squirming beneath him. She felt another orgasm building. This one seemed to be coming from a place so deep in her mind she did not know what to expect. The buildup alone was something she never experienced. It was a wonderful mix or pain, fullness, and extreme pleasure. She felt like a volcano that was about to erupt.
Rob was now leaning his weight into the helpless Rachel. He had her legs spread wide and pinned back and hanging over his arms. He was fucking her with power and strength; driving his cock in and out of her pussy with determination.
Then it happened……”Fuck me!!!” Rachel screamed.
“Fuck me harder” Rachel screamed again through her gasping for air.
“Oh please fuck meeeee” The words seemingly coming from someone other than herself, Rachel suddenly thought during a quick moment of clarity.
“Ughhhh, ughhhh, ughhhhh….Oh my god you’re so bigggg! Please don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop” Rachel repeated while moaning and gasping for air. She felt her pussy contract on Robs thick cock as it continued to stab at her womb.
Suddenly Rob stopped his in and out movements and just held steady with his thick cock firmly planted deep inside her. He centered his weight by shifting slightly, but still could clearly feel how deeply his meat was impaled inside the sexy goddess beneath him.
Rachel felt his size and again began to panic.
“Your to deep. I cannnnnt, Take it out” Rachel quietly pleaded while squirming beneath him.
Rob shifted his weight again causing his large cock to settle into its new position, and then leaned his head in and started sucking Rachel’s neck.
This pushed Rachel over the edge again.
“Oh my Goddddddd! Ughhh, Ughhh, Ahhhh, Ughhh, Ahhhh, Ughhh, Ughhhh” Rachel screamed as she came over and over. She felt her cervix grabbing Rob’s thick cock as if trying to hold it in place. Her pussy pulsated with waves of pleasure that seemed o be getting its strength from the thick and veiny organ that filled her up completely.
“Ughhh, Ughhh, Ughhh, Fuck meeeee!” Rachel screamed; amazed that she was still cumming as her vagina seemed to be milking his big cock. Her orgasm just seemed to keep going, and her body was seemingly out of control and writhing with pleasure beneath him. She wrapped both her legs and arms around him as a way to steady herself as she let the last waves of ecstasy gently fade away.
Rob made sure Rachel was finished with cumming. He knew that every orgasm she had with him only cemented his control over her. He started to kiss down her neck over both tits; not before stopping at each nipple for a lustful bite. He continued down her stomach as he simultaneously slowly pulled his cock out of her dripping wet slit. He sat up on the bed wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Rachel looked dazed with her body still slightly quivering with the throws of her last orgasm subsiding. She reached for a nearby towel and dragged it up to her face and wiped away her sweat. In the background the music was picking up its pace. She listened intently trying to make out the words coming from a dominant male voice. It was slightly hidden between the tribal drums.
“Take that huge cock. I want you to cum on my big dick. Im going to flood your pussy with all of my cum. Your mine baby.” Rachel heard the male voice saying. She thought he sounded oddly like Rob.
The voices from the female was just as erotic but were more screams and moans then words. Rachel thought her own orgasms strangely seemed to mirror that which was going on in the song.
Rob got up and went over to the table across the room and picked up one of the pitchers with the tainted juice. He poured two glasses of the red liquid, and took a large swig of one while walking the other back to Rachel. He reached out and handed the glass to her, and she proceeded to gulp the whole thing down as he sat down on the bed across from her.
“Thanks….I was so thirsty” Rachel spoke plainly to Rob as if both were there on their own vacation.
Rob smiled at Rachel and proceeded to lay on his back placing his hands behind his head.
“Come over here baby” Rob stated in a more relaxed tone.
Rachel crawled over to Rob and laid down and cuddled beside him. She had one leg folded up at the knee and resting across his legs, with her head resting on his barreled chest.
“We have just enough time for one more round baby” You have three hours to go and get your makeover before the fishing trip comes back in for the day.
Just then Rachel’s mind went to thoughts of Tim. “How can I face him after what I have done?” she thought while still resting her cheek against Rob’s hairless chest.
Rob then pulled Rachel’s chin up causing her to look into his eyes. He brushed her hair back and then leaned in and put a soft kiss on her lips. Rachel was again beginning to let her momentary resistance go and she let her pink tongue slip into his eager mouth.
“Sit on my cock baby. I want to suck those beautiful tits as I fuck you deep.” Rob stated in a confident tone.
Rachel knew she was no longer in control. She seemed to be in some sort of trance with this man. She picked up one of her legs and hosted it over Rob’s lap. She then slowly climbed her curvy frame over him as he rested his upper body up against the pillows that he propped up against the headboard. She lifted her backside up holding her cheek out with one hand completely exposing her sweet muff, while at the same time arching her back. She then centered her pussy directly over his still fully erect cock. She took her hand and wrapped her long fingers around the thick organ and positioned it right between her open pussy lips. She lowered herself down so just the tip of the head would hold nicely in place. She then very cautiously guided herself down the long shaft. With each inch she conquered, she was letting out soft feminine squeals and sounds.
“mmmm…….mmmm…….mmmm” Rachel purred.
Rachel continued her downward journey until once again Rob’s cock was fully bottomed out inside her. She sat motionless for a few seconds trying to adjust to his size. She had her eyes closed and mouth wide open, while her head was completely thrown back. Her back had a heavy arch to it causing her tits to press fully forward. Her legs were spread wide while sitting on her knees positioned directly on top of him with his thick cock wedged deeply inside her.
Rob then adjusted his position. He sat up more with his legs laying outstretched and widened. His knees were slightly bent and positioned in a way to give him some leverage. He pulled Rachel close while now looking into her eyes.
Rachel’s pulled herself forward and forced her legs behind Rob, wrapping them around his waist with her ankles crossed facing him.
“Ahhhhhhh” uncontrollably came out of Rachel’s mouth as she shifted her weight; surprised again by the feeling of fullness now enveloping her. She was still firmly planted on Rob’s strong cock and enjoyed the feeling of it in her dripping wet pussy. She pulled herself further into his body, hugging his head against her big soft tits. She rocked her hips back and forth with small circular motions while lightly squealing in his ear with every gyration. She could feel his tongue and lips start to probe her tits causing her already long nipples to completely stiffen for his hungry mouth.
Rob licked and kissed between Rachel’s fleshy mounds; then dragged his lips over her tits taking one of her swollen nipples into his mouth. He playfully sucked on the hardening nub, and rotated back and forth between each globe; licking and biting both of her tasty treats. He could once again feel her swollen areola as he rolled it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he heard her squealing and moaning.
Rob steadily trusted his cock upward and back down with strong movements causing her pussy to again flood his hard dick with her feminine juices.
“Im going to cum in your pussy baby.” Rob said through low and hushed breathing.
“That’s it baby, squeeze my cock with your pussy.” Rob groaned as his hands roamed all over her curves. He grabbed her hips and began to force her down completely on his large cock.
“Oh baby, im in you so fucking deeeeep…….” Rob said directly into Rachel’s ear with hot breath.
Rachel began to buck her hips back and forth. She could hear her pussy sloshing all over Rob’s huge cock. She used all of her power as she grinded her hips downward. She then looked directly in Rob’s eyes before thrusting her big tits forward and arching her back.
“I want you to cum in my pussy.” She whispered in his ear.
That was too much for Rob to hear. He again felt a blast of warm fluid from Rachel flood his cock; this time it pushed him over the edge.
“Oh baby here it comes……Fuck Yeahhhh……..Fuck Yeahhhh, UGGHHHHHHH……..UGGHHHHHH……UGGHHHHH.” Rob yelled out as he pushed his cock deeper into Rachel as her wet slit swallowed up all of his cock. He could feel Rachel’s body twitch with each spurt of his manhood flooding her sweet pussy, and he could feel her pussy contracting as if trying to milk every last drop. He reached around her waist with one arm and pulled her into him more. With his free hand he continued to squeeze and suck her tits with determination.
“Fuck yeh!…………Fuck yeh” Rob slowly grunted while holding Rachel down in a vice like matter to allow his cock completely empty into her depts.
Rachel could feel spurt after spurt flooding her pussy. The feeling of Rob sperm shooting up into her body and completely draining his large cock felt incredible. She could feel his warm juices dripping out of her quivering pussy as she squeezed it hard with her vaginal muscles to drain it completely.
“You like that baby?” Rob stated to Rachel who sheepishly nodded her head yes.
“Don’t forget who did this to you.” he said while looking at her with piercing eyes as if trying to somehow make sure the memory was implanted.
Rachel slid her unstable body up and off Rob, and got off the bed trying to search something to put on. She could find nothing. There was now an awkward silence in the room and her fears started to creep forward again.
“In all honesty this guy is a complete stranger.” Rachel thought while scurrying around looking for something to cover up.
“Come here baby…..” Rob said while still sitting on the bed and reaching his hand out to her.
Rachel took a deep breath as if exasperated and walked over to Rob taking his hand. She sat on the edge of the bed besides him while looking at the sheets in a semi dejected manner.
“Listen baby” he said while taking his hand and turning her head to face him. “I know you are starting to feel bad, but I am going to give you a piece of advice. What you do with it is your choice.”
Rachel sat looking at him curious to what he was going to say.
“Speaking plainly, I am a hunter. I have perfected my body, mind and skills for moments like these. You have just been fucked by a hard driving Alpha Male that so few women ever get a chance to experience. This is your life and your memory. For me it’s going to be a good one.” Rob said, and then pulled his hand back from Rachel as if he was done being nice.
“You don’t think it was wrong to do to Tim?” Rachel plainly asked.
Rob looked over at Rachel a bit exasperated and asked her…..”Is it Tim’s fault for not learning how to fuck you proper? Is it Tim’s fault for leaving you alone in a strange country with people you don’t even know, and nobody to help you if you needed it?” Rob rapidly shot out both questions to Rachel.
“I don’t know. I feel bad.” Rachel said quietly.
“Listen baby. He doesn’t have to know. This can be our little secret.” Rob said while putting his hand on Rachel’s leg.
“I tell you what. Go and get your makeover. I want you and your husband to have a great time tonight. I have it on good authority that the owner is going to invite the both of you over for a drink tonight with some of his friends in his private suite.” Rob grinned at Rachel, thinking he might have another shot at this beauty before the her trips out.
Sounds Like My Sister
Sister surprise on visit to Parents
Sounds Like My Sister
All involved in this story is over 18
I awoke from a barely restful sleep and reached over to caress my wife. Damn she has already gotten up oh well guess I should too.
My name is Thomas Johnson jr better known as TJ. My wife Rona and I had arrived at my Parents house late last night Tuesday for my parents anniversary Saturday. It had been a long drive and we both went out as soon as our heads had hit the pillows. I am 5′ 9” tall and weigh 165lbs. I am not a weight lifter nor do I exercise my work is hard enough. I am a millwright, My wife on the other hand has a body men dream about. She has 34 C boobs with a tiny waist and a nicely formed buttocks. I wasn’t an ass man till I met my wife. But now all she has to do is walk across the floor and my 8” little man jumps to attention.
I knew my sister and her husband was due in sometime to day with there three kids. Sue was the workout queen of our family and had a butt almost as great as Rona’s. Our older sister Kate wasn’t sure she could make it.
Mom and Dad both worked till 5 so the sound of the shower was probably Rona. I heard the shower turn off just before leaving the bedroom. The bathroom serviced three bed rooms and was huge almost as big as one of our bedrooms at home.
I opened the door to the bathroom and was greeted by an amazing sight. My wife’s beautiful ass shining at me as she bent over to dry her legs. Boing instant hard on I was wearing boxers and my cock leaped right through the slot. All thought went to my little head I stepped forward grabbed her hips and rammed my cock forward perfect aim. I rammed it all the way home. I heard a squeal and the female body attached to the end of my cock raised bolt upright.
I heard “What the hell?” OOPS that voice, my sister not my wife.
“Oh Crap, “ I thought, “ I screwed up now”
But I was in to deep and it felt so good. How much more trouble could I get in now.
I put one hand on the back of her neck and shoved her back over and kept on pounding. I leaned over her back and reached around to grasp the nipples of her 36 d’s. I had often wanted to do that as we grew up. As I continued to pound my sisters pussy I felt her ass began to move around and that she was fucking back at me.
I felt her movements speed up then a hot liquid seeped out around my cockand over my balls. I moved my right hand down searching to find her clit. When I got to her pussy I found Sue’s hand was already there and she was givung her clit a healthy workout.
I could feel my juices rising … Then… “What the hell?” OOPS that voice … that is definitely my wife.
‘WHAM ‘ I screamed and pushed forward Sue groaned.I started to pull back . ‘ Wham’ I don’t know what she is using but she is spanking my ass. With every spank I drive deeper and Sue now does the screaming. Sue is in a stage of multiple orgasms. Three more spanks and I exploded bathing Sue’s insides. We fell forward still connected and both of us passed out for just a moment.
Sue begin to stir, my cock shrunk and slid out of her. I looked around and there was Rona with three fingers shoved in her pussy and she was moving them very fast. Then she began gasping and brought herself to orgasm.
She looked at us and laughed “You don’t know how funny you two looked. TJ with a blazing ass and Sue howling at the moon. Never knew the two of you were into each other that way.”
“We weren’t…” I explained what had happened and things had got out of hand.
Sue looked at both of us and apologized to Rona, “ At first I was startled but it felt so good, Ralph and I haven’t had sex in six months … I think he is playing around. I put the kids in Summer Camp and came by my self so I could think. And after that I think what I need is more of it.”
We all took showers and met in the kitchen for breakfast. Afterwards we discussed things over coffee. “Sue was three years younger than me when she was ready to enter high school I was leaving for the Navy. I don’t recall ever looking at her in a sexual way. By the time I returned she was married with one on the way. Over the years I did notice your extra large nipples and then it was more curiosity.”
“Same here, didn’t know what I was missing, “ Sue laughed and Rona nodded.
Rona asked. “What do we do now?”
“ I don’t know as long as it doesn’t include that ping pong paddle. That thing hurt.”
My parents returned from work at 5:30, Mom was pleased to see Sue and Rona had supper almost ready. For a change all she had to do was relax till dinner was served. Dinner conversation seemed to focus on Ralph’s absence. Tearfully the story came out. Dad’s comment Never liked that boy anyway.
Mother said, “We have lots of room and we don’t get to see the Grandkids that often, move back home.”
Dad says “Well that is settled.”
It was true about the room Dad had been in Commercial Real Estate for years. One of his clients had gone busted with bad investments. He offered the 7 bedroom 5 bath 4 car garage for less than half its value. Dad Jumped on it.
When I was in High School I laid claim to the pool house. I could slip girls in at night. Naturally I didn’t mention that.
That night Rona and I made passionate love we tried more positions then we knew existed. It was well after midnight when sleep got the better of us. The next morning I vaguely remember hearing Mom and Dad backing out of the garage and the garage door coming down.
I was drifting back off to sleep when I felt slight movement of the bed. I reached over searching for Rona’s pussy and ran my fingers through her bush. Suddenly the world shattered, Hair, Bush Hair… Rona ‘s pussy is clean shaven. I raised up.
That hair belonged to sister Sue’s head, who was chowing down my wife’s pussy. They were in a 69 position and they were going at it hot and heavy. Well I am not into anal but I had to get into the game. I rolled out of bed and grabbed a tube of KY which Rona uses some time her pussy is small and my cock is wide. While I was getting the KY they shifted .and Sue’s butt was facing the side of the bed.
All the better I thought I spread the KY all over my cock. I stepped to the side of the bed aimed my purple head at her tight ring and pushed. At first only the head went in her. And I heard her go oomph. I pushed again and bottomed out. The way her ass was moving I bet Rona was being bashed around.
They were both making funny noises I was just hanging on, HMM may be I am an anal man. I tried to go deeper but was up aginst her cheeks. I felt something strange around my balls then they were caught in a vacuum and sucked in to a hot mouth.
Rona had been being pelted by my swinging balls she realized what was happening so she decided to have a bite. The instant she had sucked them into her mouth I had froze. I was deep in Sue’s ass, my balls were all the way in Rona’s mouth which her tongue was licking . Sue’s ass was rotating on my shaft and her tongue was bathing Rona’s pussy.
Rona released my balls and went back to tongue lashing Sue. Sue was reaching her climax and it was going to be a big one. When Rona had released my balls I had begun to pound Sue’s ass like a Jack hammer. I think we all went in to super speed. Rona’s ass began to gyrate she wrapped her legs around Sue’s head and had a massive orgasm.
With in seconds I slammed my cock as deep as I could I released my sperm in to Sue’s depths. This was all she needed. And I felt her girl cum all over my legs then I felt Rona’s tongue reaching for as much as she could reach.
I slipped out of Sue’s ass and headed for the shower. Soon the Shower door opened and I was surrounded by two naked women. They would soap their fronts then one would rup up against my backsides and the other my front. By the time they were through I was as weak as a kitten.
Thursday I broke out The riding Lawn mower I didn’t mention Dad’s House sits on three acres. I mowed the front first on the last pass I noticed another car in the loop drive. I headed to the back yard . After awhile I forgot all about the car in the drive.
When I was through I headed to the bedroom to change and shower. I opened the door I again was met with a beautiful ass. In passing I noticed a thong bikini at her feet. My cock arose and took over my thinking.
I grabbed her hips and rammed it home. There was a scream and a “What are you doing”
OOPS that is not Sue’s voice … And it is not my wife’s voice….. “Oh My Goodness…Uncle TJ…OOH!”
“Damn its my sister Kate’s 19 year old Daughter. Oh hell in trouble again.”
Three Can Keep a Secret if Two are…Angry
Ron, Kim and Rachel are trying make the world think Rachel has been killed in an accident. But reality is getting in the way. Emotions are high and reason is packing its bags.
I heard the garage door closing as Tasha and I made our way down the stairs. We got there about the same time the entry door to the garage opened and I saw Kim walk through the door. Her face burst into an expression of joy filled surprise. Kim dropped the bags she was carrying and ran towards me.
“Ron! You’re up! I was so worried! Rachel and I fought the whole way back!”
She leapt into my arms and began to kiss me with machine gun rapidity, wanting to convey happiness through quantity instead of quality. Her embrace around my neck was tight and reassuring. It felt very up lifting to have her wrapped around me and happy for my recovery.
Then a brown-haired woman with sunglass spoke in a voice that has annoyed me for most of a decade.
“It’s about time you rejoined the living. We were going to put you down.” Said my ex-wife.
I looked past Kim, whose amorous attention was blocking my view and I got a good look at Rachel. She was dressing in one of my old sweatshirts that professed my love of the Denver Broncos. Completing her ensemble were a pair of baggy jeans, that hung on her like a gunny sack, sunglasses that looked like they came out of dad’s high school year book, new sneakers, and the ugliest brown wig I have ever scene. I could not have picked Rachel out of a police line up.
“You look like a bag-lady.” I said “Where did you get that wig?”
“It was Mom’s” Kim chimed in cheerfully. “Weren’t we really careful?” she asked trying to both head off and get the subject of Rachel going out in public over with.
“Yeah, careful. But, it is still dumb” I said
“If anyone recognizes Rachel, We are fucked. We all end up in jail.”
“I know Ron, but Rachel was going crazy. It’s one thing to spend days in a house, knowing you can leave at anytime. It’s something else; when you know you can’t leave.”
“Besides” Kim continued “I got something for you.”
With that she released my neck and climbed down. As she moved to retrieve her discarded bags, my eyes dialed in and took in her hourglass figure, and the tight jeans that accentuated her well formed ass. My antenna was starting to get a faint signal.
Kim scooped up the bags, put them on the counter by the stove, and began to rummage. In just a couple of seconds she was wiggling a small beige and green box, that said “Astroglide” up one side. The signal was getting a little stronger. The thought of seeing Kim’s heart shaped ass offered up to me to use as I pleased, wiped my mind clear of every other thought.
“For later!” Kim said enthusiastically.
“Just so I’m not invited to your party” said Rachel as she was shaking out her now unfettered hair.
I don’t know what it is about Rachel. She can never just shut up and let well enough alone. If she had said nothing, and factoring in how she was dressed, my fantasies of spreading Kim’s tight little ass cheeks apart and slowly violating her tight little ass, would have had me dismiss their little escapade. Now, the thought of having sex my unwilling ex-wife crept into my mind. I took a couple of steps to Rachel and stopped just short of her ‘space’. In an overly sweet and sarcastic voice I said.
“Why do you have to be so mean, Rachel? Are you saying that you don’t like me anymore? After all I’ve done for you?”
Rachel said nothing, but deep anxiety jumped onto her face. I’m not exactly sure why. I wasn’t threatening her, much. She knew I would never haul off and hit her. It seemed like more concern than the situation called for. She looked at her sister for help.
“Ronnie, I want you all to myself” Kim said as she strolled over to me.
Kim had been very generous over the past week; ‘sharing’ me often with her sister.
“But, Kim, Rachel really likes it when I fuck her up the ass.” I said in the same voice. “Don’t you, Rachel?”
Rachel was a bitch, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew I was baiting her, getting her to say something contrary. Then I would be motivated to punish her body. I had been doing that a lot over the last week. All of that pent up sexual aggression left over from our marriage kept looking for ways to leak out.
Rachel and I had been married for five years. We finally split up last year. It was not pretty. She was a bitch when I married her. A drop dead, Hollywood starlet, bitch. A sex hating bitch. But when her Russian mob connected boyfriend absconded with a satchel full of mob money, and left Rachel to take the blame, I had to help her; bitch or not. The sisters, the youngest of which I just started dating, have been fucking me senseless for the last 10 days. Rachel still doesn’t like sex, but she hasn’t said “No’ to anything. That is a far cry from when foreplay meant a half an hour of begging.
But, like I said Rachel isn’t stupid. She was loathe to provide, yet another reason, for me the fuck her in the manner I dreamed about, so she didn’t say a word.
“Why don’t you let Rachel get out of those clothes, get a shower, and then she will be in a better mood? Right, Rach?” cooed Kim as she wrapped her arms around me and crushed her C-cups against my chest.
Rachel gave her sister a scowl, sighed, and the spoke.
“Yes, I’m sure a shower will do wonders for me.” Rachel said and quickly left the room.
“I really do want you all to myself, tonight. I’ve been so worried.” Kim said somehow getting both relief and lust into her voice.
“Boooooo!” came a voice from behind me that startled me for the second time in an hour.
“Hi, Tasha!” said Kim pushing back from me and looking at Tasha” What do you mean, “boo”?
“Well, um, that just sort of came out. I didn’t mean anything” Tasha answered
Kim got a knowing look in her eye.
“Didn’t you already get to have my boyfriend, once?” Kim said a bit amused. I wasn’t sure where she was going with this
“Uh, well, didn’t you sorta say we could?” said Tasha very nervously.
“Yes, Tasha.” Kim said in self satisfied, confident voice. “Ronnie has taken so many risks for Rachel and me; I just can’t deny him anything he wants”
Tasha didn’t say anything, but Kim wasn’t waiting for Tasha’s answer. Kim looked back at me.
“Do you want Tasha?’ she asked neutrally.
‘Oh, Fuck.’ I thought. ‘How do I answer this one?’
Visions of Tasha’s large, firm breast appeared in my head. The sight, not ten minutes old, of Tasha’s aroused tight, cherry nipples, on her creamy white globes woke Bruno up completely. The thought of hearing Tasha screaming in orgasm as I sucked her tits, while having my cock buried to the hilt in Kim’s ass popped into my mind.
“It’s OK, if you do?’ Kim said softly and she tip toed up to kiss me. Her kiss was soft, and then wet, and then hungry.
She kissed me hard and I returned her passion in kind. My hand drifted down to her jean covered bottom and I squeezed both ass cheeks. Kim giggled.
“I know what you want, lover. But, Tasha has been a very bad girl”
That statement seemed odd, so I turned to look at Tasha. She was blushing; a very uncommon sight. Then she spoke.
“Are you sure, about this, Kim? I don’t want things to get weird between us.” Tasha said anxiously.
“I’m sure.” said Kim.
She sounded sure, but I didn’t know that the hell was going on. Before I could ask, Kim pulled me in close, and began in a hushed voice.
“Tasha and I have talked a bit while you were out. She told me everything the two of you had done.”
I started to apologize.
“Shhhhhhh. I gave you permission, remember? Anyway, You know Tasha. She is pretty strong-willed; normally. But, it turns out that when you get her into bed she’s pure masochist. She likes the pain. Who knew? I’m her best friend, and I had no idea until the night before we crashed the car. You remember when Tasha made Rachel eat her out?”
I nodded, not wanting to interrupt this speech. But my mind also wandered back to when I had fucked Tasha. She did like it rough with her tits and she had no problem when I took her ass cherry. I was as gentle as I could be, but I was so horny I knew that it had to hurt.
“She begged me to be rough with her boobs. I bit them, slapped them, and squeezed the hell out of them. It only drove her to beg for more, remember?”
I was busy pounding Rachel at the time, so I missed a lot of what Kim was telling me, but I do remember lots of noises coming from their part of the room.
“So, I asked Tasha if she wanted you to get rough with her. She said she had dreamed about it for years. She also blushed like she is now.”
Kim giggled as I turned to look at Tasha.
If anything she was redder than ever. My hands were still busy holding Kim’s butt, and I liked the feel. So I gave one ’Come Here’ flick of my head towards Tasha.
Tasha took an uneasy step forward. It was followed by a more confident second, then a normal third. She was within my grasp in another step. My cock was harder than Chinese Scrabble. Bruno ordered me to grab Tasha by the hair and pull her in for a deep kiss. I did, which earned me the sight of seeing Tasha’s eyes go wide in shock and then having her melt into my mouth as I kissed her.
I still had my remaining hand on Kim’s sweet ass, and I squeezed it like a nerfball, pulling her in tightly. As I continued to kiss Tasha, my hand moved up to check Kim for a bra. It was there of course. Kim did not go out in public without one. I completely released both women, and stepped behind Tasha so I faced Kim.
“Kim, could I see those nice tits of yours?” I asked in a strong voice.
She was happy to comply. Kim took two steps back to give her audience a nice show. As she did, my hand went up and underneath Tasha’s loose blouse. Tasha had taken her bra off for me while we were upstairs. Now my hands touched the warm flesh of her stomach, I wondered if I she had put it back on. I was pleased when I encountered the bare flesh of her firm globes.
Both of my hands engulfed Tasha’s D-cup breasts and I squeezed them in the manner in which she hoped; hard. I could picture her creamy flesh trying to come out between my fingers as they dug channels into her tits.
“Ohhhhhhhhh” Tasha moaned out, as she got weak in the legs and dropped an inch or so.
I was okay with that as I ground my still shrouded cock in between her ass cheeks and pulled her in tight.
I had my eyes fixed on Kim, who pulled her shirt out of the waistband of her jeans and then pulled it over her head in a clumsy motion, which was not in the spirit of this striptease.
I chuckled as I kneaded Tasha’s breasts and continued to massage my erection in the crevice of her jean clad ass. I released one breast to play with one of Tasha’s nipples. It was already a rubbery knot, so I flicked it with the edge of my thumb.
“More, Ron” Tasha breathed out.
“You need less clothes” I stated
Tasha squirmed forward breaking my grasp and began to take her blouse off.
Kim had already released her bra and I watched as she let it fall to floor like a stripper from Shotgun Willie’s. She followed it with her eyes and looked up at me as it hit the ground. She gave her shoulders a little shake causing her firm, pouty breasts to shake, and my cock to beg to come out.
“Keep going, Gypsy Rose. Show me what you got.” I called out.
Tasha’s blouse was off and she pushed back in to me, hoping I would pick up where I left off. I grabbed her left nipple with my right hand and pulled her around to face me.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh” she said beginning in pain and ending it in a moan of pleasure.
I kissed her deeply for just a second as I twisted the nipple in my hand.
“Ummmmmmmm” Tasha moaned into my mouth. I pulled away.
“Pants off” I commanded
Kim was hip shrugging out of her own jeans, her flats already discarded. Kim, unlike her sister, keeps herself tanned. The brown skin made the shape of her legs even more erotic as her lower limbs made a complete appearance. She stepped out of her jeans, kicked them well off to the side of the room and looked at me grinning.
Tasha was moving as fast as she could, but she was having to fight her tennis shoes. She didn’t want to waste the time to untie them, but they were not loose enough to just slip off like Kim’s had been.
As Tasha was hopping around, almost free of her pants, I reached in with both hands, pinched Tasha’s nipples and gave them a slow quarter twist. Her eyes went wide in pain.
“Hurry, Tasha, hurry!’ I said amused.
I released one areola, so I could motion Kim to turn around. Her little ass was much more fun to look at as it was being revealed than her pubic mound. She grimed impishly and turned.
Kim was wearing a pair of black thong panties. That thought stirred a memory, but I quickly dismissed it, as she began a slow and exaggerated strip of her final garment. Each inch of travel of her panties was accompanied by a shift from one hip to the other. Kim bent forward at the waist, pooching her ass out at me. She might have been going for humor, but the lack of speed and the question of if her cunt would be visible in this position was making me crazy.
I felt Tasha bend as she won the battle with her jeans. I released her boob, so she could finish disrobing. Now Tasha was pure haste, pure lust, fueled by adrenaline. She wanted relief and so did I.
She came back up, expecting, hoping for a deep kiss and more harassment of her breasts. So she was surprised when I, facing her, whipped my left hand over her head, pulled her across my body and let her have three fast, sharp slaps on her bare ass.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Owwwww!” she yelled more surprised, than hurt.
“Have you been a bad girl?” I taunted as I delivered three more blows
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Yes!” she said excitedly “I’ve been very bad!”
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Ow! That hurts!” Tasha called out, and struggled to free herself.
Her tugs and struggles were not enthusiastic. I had a nice few of her white bottom. The red hand prints on it stood out and seemed to beg to be evened out. I delivered my next blows more forcefully.
Slap!! Slap!! Slap!!
“Ronnnn! Ow! That hurts!”
“This is what bad girls get!” I said as I added more color to her bottom
“I’ll be a good girl!” she yelled
“How are you going to be a good girl!”
Slap! Slap! Slap!
“OWWWW! Anything! I’m your little slave girl!’
Slap! Rang out my best effort of the afternoon
“OWWWWW! Ron! Please!”
“Give me a blow job and make it good or I’m finding a spatula!”
I let her go, grabbed a fistful of her red mane and pulled her into another deep kiss. Tasha again melted into me as my free hand sought out her pussy. I wanted to see if she was really aroused by all of this. She parted her legs eagerly and I had no trouble slipping my middle finger between the folds of her cunt. Wet, she was. I masturbated her for a few strokes, earning a moan of pleasure. Then I withdrew my hand, reached around behind her and delivered a final, smart slap across her crimson behind, and then pulled her down to her knees.
Tasha quickly began to undo my pants. I looked up and saw that Kim had finished her striptease and had turned to watch the show on this side of the room. She looked interested and aroused. Her own nipples had scrunched up and her right hand hovered around her pubic hair, fighting the urge to touch herself.
I motioned her over and she practically skipped over and our lips met in a wet and enthusiastic kiss. At nearly the same time Tasha freed my cock and took it deep into her mouth. Her warm, wet tongue spread itself underneath my hungry member as she closed her mouth around me.
A shiver ran up my spine, as I grabbed a handful of Kim’s firm ass, I broke my kiss with her to let out a moan of pleasure.
I had closed my eyes but opened them to gauge Kim’s reaction to being pleasured by another woman. She grinned and had an impish glint in her eye.
“Is Tasha a good little cock-sucker?”
She is. I could not speak as Tasha worked first slowly, the quickly; her red hair dancing in rhythm to her oral bobs. I pulled Kim in to me and kissed her hard, kneading her ass, while my head swam in ecstasy and the thought of pleasures to come.
Tasha’s mouth was amazing, bringing me close to climax and then stopping. She had not taken me all the way and I knew she was capable. It was frustrating as she would take about ¾ of my member and then pull back. Slowly down, and slowly back. Quickly down and then quickly back. Each time stopping at the same point. It was maddening.
My other hand was on the back of Tasha’s head and I could not take it anymore. When she paused at her usual point, I pulled back from Kim and groaned out.
“All of it, Tasha. Take it all”
And with a handful of red curls as insurance I pushed myself all the way down her throat.
I thought I would cum as I felt her throat tighten around my head. I looked down, and saw that Tasha was looking at me expectantly. For what I was not sure, but this felt too fucking good. I did not want to pull out. But, this was not the orifice I wanted to cum in. I ground my pelvis into her face, as I pulled her head into my crotch. Then I withdrew quickly, afraid my will power would leave me.
“Bed! Hurry!” were the only two words I could get out.
Tasha was up and moving towards the stairs as soon as the words were in the air. Kim moved as well, but I held her back. I still could not believe Kim was OK with all of this. I was grateful and I needed to find out what she wanted right now. I thought I knew what Tasha wanted and I sure as hell knew what I wanted.
“Kim, are you sure you are OK with me and Tasha?” I asked quickly.
“I’m sure” She said quickly and without any jealousy in her voice.
“What do you want me to do for you?” I got out, not knowing how else to phrase it.
“Make me cum with this.” She said latching onto my throbbing and needy cock.
I jumped in surprise, pulled her in for a quick, but deep kiss. I gave her a playful slap on her tan-lined ass, and we followed Tasha up the stairs.
Tasha walked into my room, over to the bed, turned around and stood in front of it. I boldly walked up to her, and twisted one nipple, causing her eyes to widen in pain, and her mouth to open. I folded myself into her and frenched her, while relaxing the torque on her little gumdrop. She eagerly accepted my offering and kissed my like the world would be ending at any moment. I was teasing now, and broke all contact, and pushed her onto the bed.
“Lay back” I commanded and then I turned to Kim
She had brought her Astroglide package. Always thinking, she was. I was thinking, too. I was thinking ‘How am I ever going to fuck Kim and save myself for Tasha’s tight ass.’
Spanking Tasha had Bruno begging to finish that job. I was already so close just thinking
about what I wanted to do with that Astroglide.
“Let’s double team those tits.” I said to Kim. I was hoping to ramp my bi-sexual lover up towards an orgasm and then quickly finish the job.
The corners of her mouth turned up in an eager smile. Tasha was eager too. She repositioned herself on the bed so she was now lying long ways in my king bed. There was ample room on either side of this hot redhead, so I made my way around. I watched as Kim took the short road, leaned in, and gently bit the side of Tasha’s left breast. Kim released her bite, and then grabbed Tasha tit with both hands and squeezed like she expected to draw a stream of milk.
Tasha eyes went wide in combination of pain and surprise. She was looking at Kim, as I began my own assault. I had enjoyed sucking on Tasha’s tight, rubbery nipples a few days ago, and I so wanted to feel her erect areola on my tongue. I gave her no foreplay, but took her nipple into my mouth and attempted to find milk, my own way.
“Ohhhhhhhh. Fuck, guys!” Tasha groaned out with the pleasure of having her breasts manipulated by two different people.
Kim apparently liked what she saw across Tasha’s chest and she began slurping on Tasha’s other, just as erect, nipple.
“Oh, God. M..more of that!” Tasha said as she reveled in the virginal experience of having both breasts sucked on at once.
Kim and I obeyed Tasha’s request, as we sucked, licked, and mauled her breasts.
“Oh, God! Fuck! Keep do…doing that!’ she begged.
Tasha was not still as has breasts were being savaged. She squirmed and bucked. Her hands were everywhere; in my hair, in Kim’s hair, above her head, on our backs, wanting to reach her aching pussy, but blocked by our two bodies.
We were driving her insane with pleasure and she desperately wanted the extra stimuli to push over the edge and into an intense orgasm. Kim and I came to this realization at the same time, as each of us crept a hand towards her fire bush.
“Yes! Please! Please rub me!” Tasha nearly screamed.
Kim got to the glory hole first and began to masturbate Tasha, focusing on her clit. I worked my thumb inside her and began to stroke it in and out in a slow rhythm. The response was instant as Tasha began to buck harder and thrust her hips.
“Fuuuu….fuuuuuu…fuuuuuuck! Oh, God! Please don’t stop!”
But stop, I did. I pulled my hand out and took Kim’s away from Tasha’s pussy. I looked over at her and said
“I’m going high. You go low”
She knew instantly what I meant and climbed onto the bed, and got between Tasha’s legs. Kim has probably eaten more pussy that I have. Make that definitely.
Tasha orgasmometer had dropped a few notches from red line, but I thought we could make her explode in short order. But, I about came out of my skin when I heard a shaky voice behind me.
“C..can I play, too?”
It was Rachel! Over the past week Rachel had come to the realization that she was likely gay. That explained plenty about our marriage, and probably why she could not help making an appearance in this room.
I motioned the robed Rachel over and she dropped the terry cloth with the first step, revealing her incredible naked body. She was over on the other side of Tasha in a few steps.
“Tasha likes it rough on her tits.” I said as way of getting her started.
Rachel kneeled down and began sucking on Tasha’s breast, gently and tentatively.
Tasha jumped unexpectedly and I looked down to Kim.
Kim was muff deep in her best friend’s snatch and obviously getting Tasha’s attention.
“Oh, God, Kim! Harder!”
I went back to enjoying Tasha’s boob. I sucked it, first hard, then like a baby would nurse. I used both hands, sometimes squeezing and other times to twist and tweak her swollen little gumdrop.
“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” came Tasha’s rapid fire announcements as her sexual tension, fuel by the mouths of three different people, built towards an explosion.
Bruno was yelling at me to let him get in on the action too. I thought he had a point, which was making me uncomfortable. In a good-bye gesture, I twisted Tasha’s nipple hard with one hand, as I used the other hand for support so I could kiss her. She eagerly met my lips and I looked into her open eyes for just an instance. She had crazy eyes. She looked like she possessed. She was too, and the demon would be bursting out shortly.
I quickly moved to the foot of my bed, where Kim had her ass up in the air. I quickly saw that she was trying to get herself to heaven with her hand, as her tongue was spearing Tasha’s cunt.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk! Tasha screamed as her damn burst. I smiled thinking that she had more coming.
My action had not gone unnoticed by Kim, who moved to offer me my choice of orifices. I so wanted to fuck her ass, but I wanted to make her cum. Her little starfish glistened as her own vaginal juices had moistened them. I could see her pussy was swollen with arousal and anticipation. She lifted up out of Tasha’s cunt long enough to beg.
“Please, Ron! Fuck me; hard!”
I could not deny her, so I positioned myself behind her, drew my very hungry cock between her pussy lips for some lubricant and buried myself, balls deep, in her tight pussy. Chills shot up my spine and I was certain I would never last, even long enough to get her off.
“Yes! Oh, I’ve been waiting days for that!” Kim said using her mouth for a purpose Tasha did not like.
“Eat her pussy, Kim. Make Tasha scream” I ordered
I could not see if Tasha appreciated the gesture as Rachel was currently kissing Tasha. I saw Tasha push Rachel’s head down and I recalled using that same motion to try to get Rachel to give me head. Tasha was getting better results. I saw Rachel bite the nub of one nipple as she manhandled Tasha’s other breast.
“Oh, God! Yes! Harder!” said Tasha
Kim was thrusting back at me, reminding me that she wanted it harder, too. I didn’t want to cum yet. I wanted to feel my cock buried in Tasha’s ass, but Kim deserved to get off and she wanted her pussy pounded.
I latched onto her hips and got in a little closer. The sound of my hips slapping against Kim’s ass was like pouring gasoline on a fire and I felt my heat rise. Each of my thrusts was driving Kim’s face into her best friend’s pussy, adding a little extra something to Tasha’s needy cunt. That was enough to push Tasha over the edge again.
“Yessssssssssss! Oh God! I’m cumming!” she screamed.
“Harder, Ron!” Kim grunted out, content to cheer me own now that Tasha was two up on her.
I pumped harder, but not faster. Each thrust I envisioned driving my cock through Kim. I looked forward and saw Rachel and Tasha kissing, with Rachel softly rubbing Tasha’s nipples. I knew Rachel wanted some payback and was dumbfounded, why my bitchy ex-wife was not ordering Tasha to go muff driving on her. But, there was not enough blood left in my head to piece that out.
“T..tasha?” I gasped out, more out of breath than I figured I should be. “I’d love to see you eating Rachel’s pussy.” I also wanted her ass in the air.
Tasha looked at Rachel, who eagerly nodded. They began to arrange themselves.
“Oh, God! Almost! Almost there!” said Kim who was now rubbing her cunt to stimulate the areas this postion would not allow.
I could not believe I was not filling her tight snatch with my seed. I looked over just in time to see Tasha stick her ass into the air as she put her face in my ex-wife’s crotch.
‘Oh, God’ I thought “I going to blow.”
That thought brought a familiar feeling in my loins. It would only be seconds before I blew my load.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Kim screamed underneath me and I could feel her pussy tighten around my organ. I bit my tongue, hopping the pain would hold back my climax, and I then I thrust once more, deep and hard, and held it.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Kim gasped out and I felt her pussy milk my very needy organ.
Then at once she pulled herself forward and collapsed, pulling me out of her. The feeling of cold and disappointment was a shock.
“I didn’t cum” I gasped out hold my erection, which was now jumping in my hand. I had been so close.
Kim rolled over and got the Astroglide. She handed it to me and I looked longingly at Tasha’ upturned ass.
Kim looked at me, shook her head and rolled her eyes.
“Go for it” she said dismissively
I leaned in, kissed her quickly, and then began to move behind Tasha.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” I heard Rachel moan. She was getting very close.
My eyes were rivoted on Tasha’s backside. With her face in between Rachel’s legs and up on her knees, she looked so vulnerable and so fucking hot. Tasha’s few extra pounds accumulate in her shapely ass, which only made this position look even sexier. I could not help myself as I brought my arm back and delivered a loud slap to her ass.
“Oww!” she answered.
“”Don’t stop!” I heard Rachel admonish. Tasha resumed eating out my lovely ex-wife.
I gave her another slap, which earned me a little jump, and little else. I reached in between Tasha’s legs and rubbed her cunt. It was hot, swollen with arousal, and very wet. As I brought my hand out, I rolled it onto her ass cheek, as my other hand found its sister. I kneaded her round ass, feeling the firm flesh yield to my will.
Her brown eye was already prominently displayed. It was begging my rock hard member to pierce it, to force its way deep inside. I was so past ready for this.
“Ahhhhhh! Yeah! Ohhh, God!” Rachel called out as Tasha’s tongue pushed her over the edge.
“Beg me to take your ass, Tasha.” I said as I put my thumb on her brown eye and pushed.
She jumped again, and began to beg
“G..go easy, Ron. Don’t hurt me.”
I slapped her hard across her upturned, already red, bottom
“I said ‘BEG’”
“No, Ron! Please, it’s still sore.”
I didn’t believe her. I moved to the side preparing to deliver another, harder, swat, when a flat hairbrush materialized in front of me.
Kim stood to the side, still naked, and smirking in a most unladylike manner.
I put one arm underneath Tasha’s waist to hold her up, and the other, armed with the hair brush began to convince Tasha of the true definition of ‘sore’.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
I reigned down four quick, firm swats, two per cheek. Tasha shrieking pain after the first and squirmed to get away.
“OWWWW!” Stop! That hurts!
“Beg me! Beg me to fuck your ass!” I answered as I held her tightly
She hesitated long enough for another blow to land, reinforcing that I was not planning to let her mull it over.
“OWW! OK! OK! Please, fuck my ass!”
“You don’t sound convincing!” I answered, enjoying the deep crimson her ample bottom was turning.
“NO! OW! Please, Ron! Please fuck my ass! I really want you in my ass!”
“Whap! Whap! came my non-verbal answer. She liked the pain, so decided to give her just a little more
“Do you want it hard and deep or easy and slow?”
That last was ‘ow ‘as in OWW and not ‘ow’ as in slow.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
NO! Please Ron! That hurts! OW!
“Did you say you wanted it hard and deep?” I asked calmly
“YES! Fuck my ass hard! Do it noOOOOOOW! Please!
I stopped and tossed the brush aside. I put my hand on her angry red bottom. It was very warm and likely bruised.
I kneaded both cheeks and she jumped in pain
“Hold still, or I start again.”
Kim, my little conspirator, handed me a butt syringe loaded with lube. I smiled a thank you and could not help but notice that Bruno was rock hard and begging to be turned loose.
I reached under Tasha as I repositioned behind her. I kneaded one breast, found the very tight nipple, and gave it a slight twist. Expecting a cry of pain, I was mildly surprised when she moaned.
That one little sound loosened the control I was exerting over Bruno. He demanded that I get started violating that tight little hole. I was in full agreement. .
I inserted the syringe and filled Tasha’s bowel with the slick gel.
“Ahhhhhhh!” Tasha inhaled a breath “That’s cold”
I slapped her on the side of her ass, in a spot that was not yet red.
“Quiet! And don’t worry. It will get hotter in a minute.”
With that I pulled out the injector and touched my eager member to her forbidden opening and pushed. Tasha jumped again, and tensed. I smacked her on the other side of her shapely, soon to be violated ass.
“Relax! Or this is really going to hurt” I commanded.
I saw her shoulders and back relax and I pushed a little harder, fighting the tight muscle protecting her body from my assault. My cock was bending as the struggle for supremacy waged for another split second and then suddenly I broke though her outer ring and the head disappeared into her so very tight ass.
“Ow!” came a somewhat subdued yelp of pain “Slow. Please.” she bit off each word.
Bruno was screaming the opposite set of directions in a testosterone fueled, mute, scream.
“Slam that ass! Now! Bury me inside!” his voice screamed in my head
Bruno won. I latched onto her hips with both hands and pushed my cock deep inside Tasha’s ass.
“OWWWWWWW!” came the scream I was expecting. “Noooooo! That hurts!”
The scream and her words were drowned out by the waves of pleasure shooting up my spine and into the pleasure centers of my brain. Tasha’s ass was so incredibly tight. The pressure screamed a challenge. It begged me to see if I could pump deeper. I barely noticed that Tasha was not struggling to get away.
I slowly pulled back feeling how her bowel gloved around my cock and milked it. I savored this feeling for what seemed like a month.
“Go slow! Please Ron! Let me get used to it” she gasped out.
The squeeze I gave her hips betrayed what was to come and she cried out again, as I pushed, but she stayed in place.
“Owww! Please, Ron! You’re so big!”
My initial lust was beat back a notch, I pulled back, and then pushed in more slowly this time, but it was far from slow.
“Oww!” came a more cautious groan of pain, as my cock cleaved a path back through her ass.
In less than a second my balls slapped against her ginger-haired pussy. At bottom, I immediately pulled back. Her little ass was stretched as far as I could tolerate. I needed relief. I needed to feel myself dominate her tender flesh. I could wait no longer.
I was not even conscious of picking up speed and my senses began to dull. I could only feel the intense pleasure that was coming from my loins.
Snippets of Tasha’s voice drifted in.
“Oh, God! Oh, God!”
Our bodies were meeting with a violent, but near noiseless
Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!
Tasha shifted and it registered that she was rubbing her snatch, trying to both rub away pain and magnify the pleasure.
I glanced to my left and into the changing mirror on the closet door. I saw Tasha’s heavy breast shimmy and sway, as the kinetic energy pulsed through them. Her nipples were tight little knots and they glistened with sweat.
I reached underneath and latched onto a breast. The feel of its weight sent another tactile sensation into my overloaded brain and I felt that familiar pressure rise in my groin. I was close.
“Oh, Ron! Oh, God! D.d..don’t stop.”
There was no way I was stopping. Only a bullet could stop me now. I released her breast, and grabbed her hip again. I needed all the leverage I could get to pull her luscious body into me as I slammed deeper into her body.
I dug my fingers into Tasha hips and pulled hard one final time. I felt the floodgates opened and my first spurt erupt into her body. Without any conscious thought my body spasmed into her and my arms pulled back hard, seeking just another micro-inch more of her ass. My sexual energy seemed to erupt and flow out of my cock and burn a path through us both. I was sure I would hear Tasha scream in agony as my seed burned like acid inside her.
“Fuuuucck!” Tasha did scream; but that it was of pleasure barely made an impression.
Twice. Three times I spewed inside her. I saw nothing. Maybe my eyes were closed. I could sense only with my penis, and all I could feel was fire that I was hosing into my red-headed lover.
Then sanity returned and my senses began to work again. I began to notice Kim and Rachel. Rachel still laying on the bed with her legs splayed. Kim was now sitting on the bed in front of me, masturbating to the show. My hands were starting to cramp and I slackened my grip on Tasha’s hips. Then I released a breath and gulped in another, as I felt a wave of exhaustion replace my elation.
Tasha was going limp underneath me, trying to sink into the bed. I allowed it and I oozed out of her ass. Her reamed hole stayed open for a second and then slowly contracted into the closed position. A small amount of my cum was evident, the rest still waiting to be expelled. Tasha was breathing hard and covered in sweat.
“Tasha, are you OK?” I asked with the worry evident in my voice.
Jesus, what just happened? Why was my sex so angry lately? At no point after I saw her ass up in the air could she have stopped me from fucking it. Guilt walked boldly passed my sub-conscience gatekeeper and bitch slapped my conscience once.
“I…I..don’t know. Am I?” she asked no one in particular.
Kim decided to see. Based on how aroused she seemed to be, I think she liked seeing her best friend get ass-fucked into submission. Kim, cautiously spread Tasha’s butt cheeks and leaned in for a good look.
“How does it feel?” Kim asked.
“It burns.” She answered with a gasping exhale.
“I don’t see any blood. I think you’re okay”
I didn’t say anything, but I was feeling more guilty with each second.
“Well, that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.” Tasha said, still collapsed on the bed, and obviously drained.
She reached back and gently probed her little rosebud and jumped.
“Yep. It hurts. Kim, help me up.”
She rolled over and in seconds the two naked women were making there way into the bathroom.
I was lost in my own thought when Rachel spoke.
“That was kinda hot. I’m glad it was Tasha taking that pounding, but I made myself cum watching”
I don’t know why, but that pissed me off a little.
“Next time Tasha can diddle herself while I fuck YOU up the ass.” I said
Rachel was silent for a second and then said she needed a shower. I heard the water come on in the bathroom behind be, and immediately began to fear for the loss of hot water. I needed a shower, too.
“Let’s go downstairs and we can take one together.” I said with no thoughts of sex.
Rachel and I had taken about two showers together in our lives. The result was not as I had hoped. At the time I thought she was just prudish and unadventurous. Now, we were both pretty sure she was gay. Either way, she was not interested in a shower with me. She likely feared for her own orifices.
“I’ll take one later.” She said quickly.
“I wasn’t asking.” I said, just because I wanted her to know I was still in charge.
She said nothing, as she got up and headed out the door.
There was no sex, I was a tad sore and even though I gotten hard in the shower, I was satiated and Bruno was happy. That does mean I didn’t fondle her tits and ass, or grind my erection into her, out of spite. Rachel didn’t object to any of it, but she did tense up when my erect cock got close to her own starfish. But, with both showers going, the hot water was not going to last, so both of us cleaned up quickly and my cockplay was limited.
I dried and dressed quickly. Kim and Tasha came down 15 minutes later. The confident Tasha had returned, and Submissive Tasha was beat back to the corners of her mind.
“My butt hurts, Ron.” she said neutrally “What are you going to do about it?”
The second sentence came out in a tease, so I answered sarcastically.
“I could kiss it and make it better, or I could give you another good fucking.”
“I think that particular opening is going to be off limits for awhile.” she said as a matter of fact tone intruded into her voice. When she saw my face, which I knew was showing a little guilt and worry she added, brightening her voice.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. You’ll just have to find another woman to release your anger on.”
Anger? I thought about that for a fast second. Tasha had noticed, too.
“How about doing Rachel’s butt instead? Tasha offered brightly, which earned chuckles for both Kim and I.
“What about my butt?” said Rachel as she descended the stairs. Kim chimed in, quickly.
“We were thinking that Ron could fuck your uptight ass, and give me and Tasha a break.”
Rachel did not rise to the bait. Maybe she was learning. Instead she quickly changed the subject.
“You know, we need to get the funeral planning finished.”
That struck me dumb.
“I was killed in a car accident, Ron. Kim has already contacted Horan and McConaty”
I looked at Kim, who just nodded. It did make sense, of course. It would be odd if we didn’t have some sort of memorial.
“She’s being cremated.” Kim said, a step ahead of me.
I don’t know why any of this failed to occur to me. The cremation makes a lot of sense. Hell, the body was probably mostly cremated already.
“So, when is it? I finally got out.
“On Friday” Rachel answered. Kim got word that they will release the body tomorrow.
That seemed a little fast if the circumstances of the death were suspicious.
“Don’t worry, Ron. I’ve got most of the details handled. We’ll have the memorial at their chapel and they helped me write an obituary and everything.”
I turned to Rachel.
“And exactly where do you plan to be while this is going on?”
“In the back of the chapel.” she said sheepishly and softly.
My eyes went wide with shock and I yelled.
“WHAT! Are your fucking crazy?!”
She didn’t back down.
“Do you think I am going to miss seeing who shows up, or to get a chance to hear what people really think about me? To hear all of the nice things people will say?”
She said this in a clear strong voice, but I could tell she knew she was walking on eggshells.
“Hell, no! No fucking way! It’s not going to happen!’ I said with as much conviction as I could muster. “We have come too far to have this screwed up by doing something this dumb.”
Both sisters were silent. I turned to Tasha who hadn’t said a word this whole time.
“What do you think?”
“I think I’m out of here. My parents are wondering if I have run away from home. I’ve been here since damn early yesterday, and it’s now..” she said pulling her phone out of her jeans,…”God, 4:30. I’ve got a million things to do back home.”
She walked over and kissed me on the lips. She had a twinkle in her eye right before she closed them, leaning in. I guess her butt wasn’t sore enough to have her mad at me. She hugged Kim and even hugged a surprised Rachel. Then she was gone. I had a sinking feeling I would never see her again.
“I’m making steaks for dinner!” Kim said brightly.
My stomach suddenly reminded me that with my lust quenched, hunger and thirst were now my most pressing biological needs. I hadn’t eaten in two days. I was famished.
I helped Kim with dinner and the three of us ate in near silence. Kim was bubbly and kept trying to start conversation. But neither Rachel nor I were in a talkative mood. I was lost in thought, wondering about the next few days. I was going back to work tomorrow. I could have taken more off, but I really wanted to know what was going on at the morgue.
I wondered if Dr Syygo would try to freeze me out, because I was close to the “victim” It was technically a conflict of interest, and if this was being treated as a homicide like Detective Reynolds was suggesting, I shouldn’t be anywhere near the case. But, it was killing me not knowing what the doctor was putting in his report.
I wasn’t sure what Rachel’s problem was. Maybe she didn’t want to risk pissing me off. Maybe she was contemplating the rest of her new life. Maybe she was wondering about her new found sexuality. Maybe she was wondering if she should get a dog. I gave up trying to figure out Rachel years ago.
We tried to watch TV, but nothing seemed to hold our attention. Rachel gave up around 9 PM and went to bed. Kim and I followed at 10:05, when the nightly news led off with yet another speech by our president. Nothing new there.
Wednesday morning dawned and I was up at 6 AM after a fitful sleep. Kim had given up trying to cuddle with me, as I tossed and turned. I’m not sure if she was mad or not; she just turned her back to me and went to sleep. Yet one more thing to weigh on my mind.
I was dreading this first day back to work. I did not want to be the center of everyone’s attention and sympathy. But, I had missed two days work, so everyone had to assume that this hit me hard. Really the only thing that had hit me hard was the car’s door jam. Thank God the aftereffects of that were gone.
Savannah and the rest of the office personnel were very motherly towards me, with lots of hugs and “How are you doings”. I played the part and said “Fine” a lot. Through all of their words, and what was left unsaid, they made two things very clear.
The first was that there had been no question that the dead body was Rachel. If I knew one thing from my years at the morgue, if there was any juicy gossip about one of the residents of the morgue cooler, it would be common knowledge well before the police knew it. No one even hinted there had been any question when identifying the body.
The second, and this was spoken by more than one of the girls, and always with an ominous tone.
‘Don’t see the body. Remember her how she was’
This annoyed me, because first it was presumptuous, and second because it seemed to confirm that I had used too much gasoline. I had. The detective had made it clear he was suspicious. Having the ladies I work with, who very likely had not seen the body, warn me about the condition only made me feel worried and mad at myself. Still, we were half way home with this deception. Rachel was officially dead. Now we just had to dodge murder accusations.
I punched in, and read a folded note that Dr. Syygo had paper clipped to my time card. The contents of that disturbed me and filled me with a sense of dread. I finally made it to my little office area and started on the pile of paperwork. There was no autopsy scheduled until the afternoon. My heart was definitely not in this. I moved some paper, filed others, and set a couple aside so I could fill in a few blanks. But, I really wasn’t accomplishing much. I kept thinking about the note. What did it mean?
The morning dragged, but I did manage to make a dent in the paperwork. I left the office for lunch so I could call Kim. I had made it clear to the sisters that all communication had to be verbal now. No text messages asking about how things were going. No emails. Those left records. So did a call on the cell phone. But at as long as they weren’t excessive, it would not seem unusual. Kim and I were together after all. Kim’s friends could vouch for that.
I reported what I had found out and told her I had not seen Dr. Syygo get. It could have been my imagination, but she seemed to be trying to cut the conversation short. I figured she would be desperate to hear how things were going. All of her side of the conversation was short and she didn’t ask any questions. Even when I mentioned Dr. Syygo’s note, she just told me not to worry. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought she had a boyfriend over. I was just being paranoid. She probably had to go to the bathroom.
I got back from lunch and immediately began prepping for the autopsy. I assisted Dr. Syygo on these, getting his instruments ready and prepping the body. My mind was once again unfocused. It kept drifting to the lockers behind me. One of them, and I had already found out which one, contained what was left of Rachel’s imposter. I really wanted to take a look.
But, it would be a bad idea. The only communication I had gotten from Dr. Syygo today was the note he had left for me. It said;
I know you will want to view Rachel’s remains. Do not open her locker. You are restricted from that locker until you and I can talk. I will be in at 1:30
I had been churning that over in my mind all morning. I didn’t know what he was trying to accomplish with the note, but it did boil down to just two things. Either there was something suspicious or he was concerned for me. Dr. Syygo is a good boss, but he is distant. He’s not the chatty type who gets into personal lives. But, he did notice Rachel when we were married, and I know her physical beauty inspired a degree of lust and emotion in him.
As predictable as the sunrise, Dr Syygo walked into the autopsy room at 1:30. But, it was obvious his attention would be focused on me and not the John Doe the police had brought in.
“How are you holding up, Ron?” he asked with genuine concern.
“I’m fine. I can do my job.”
“That’s not what I meant.” That came with just a hint of rebuke
“It was a shock to hear about Rachel, but I’m OK”
“Good. Did you look at her body?”
“No sir. I got your message” which came out a little more clipped than I had intended.
“Look, Ron.” Began the doc.
At those two words, adrenaline surged into my system as the Flight or Fight reflex kicked it. I could feel that sinking feeling in my stomach. He was about to tell me that he suspected Rachel was murdered. Did he suspect me? Had he told the police?
“I knew Rachel, too. She was an exceptionally pretty girl. Because of those two factors, she autopsy was one of the toughest I have ever had to do. If you insist upon it, you can see her. But, I implore you. Don’t. The fire did great damage. You don’t want to remember her that way. I know I don’t. I didn’t have a choice, you do.”
I let out the breath I was holding. I was so relieved.
“It’s your call. But, I strongly advise that you just let it go. I’ll have Julius take her to the crematorium. You won’t have to handle her at all.”
“The crematorium?” I said not having to feign shock. How did the doctor know we were cremating the remains?
“I thought you knew. I’m releasing the body to the…..uh, family, today. Rachel’s sister told Savannah that was what she wanted. Is that a problem?”
There was no fucking problem at all. My adrenal gland shrunk back down and I felt my shoulders relax. Dr. Syygo sounded like this was any normal case. He had not hinted of any suspicious circumstances and his answer about cremation made perfect sense. Kim and Savannah must have talked while I was out of it. Kim said she had been making arrangements.
“S..so, Rachel is leaving the morgue today?” I asked a little shakily. This was going well and I couldn’t believe it. There had to be a catch, something that was going to screw this up.
“Yes. Why shouldn’t she?” the doctor asked a little mystified
“Uh, well, um” I struggled to come up with an answer, but my brain had locked up under the stress.
“Seems so fast” I finally blurted out.
“Ron” he admonished “You and I have done many autopsies. Rarely does it takes us more than a couple of days to get them processed. The accident was Sunday. Are you sure you are all right with this? Do you want to go home?”
‘Shit’ I thought. The doc was right. Today was the third day. Being out for half that time had really messed up my sense of time. I decided to change the subject. I needed to know the absolute answer to one more question, even though I was pretty sure I knew already.
“Doc, I have to know. Was Rachel drinking or on drugs?”
I didn’t care about that, but I was hoping this would spur him to tell me how he ruled the accident. The doc had not given me any hints that he thought her death suspicious, but he had not flat out said it was accidental. That one word, ‘Accidental’ on her death certificate would stop any police investigation cold. The police investigate homicides. Only insurance agents care about accidents.
“No, Ron. You can put that out of your mind. Her tox screen was clean. The best I can tell is that she fell asleep or was distracted and missed the turn.”
I was relieved, excited, and dumbfounded all at the same time. While this was certainly the best case scenario, I was surprised at how easy it had happened. Dr Syygo is probably the best pathologist in the Denver area. How did he think the excessive burns were not suspicious? How did he disregard the excessive gasoline I had used? How had he missed the lack of soot and smoke in her throat and lungs?
The last question hit me hard, because it had not occurred to me until just now. How could I have ever thought that the doctor would not check that to see if she had been alive at the time of the fire? Then I relaxed again. Because the crash killed her. Dr Syygo had come to the conclusion that she died before the fire would have been blazing and producing the smoke a live person would have inhaled.
“Ron? Ron. Are you okay? I can handle this without you. Why don’t you take the afternoon off?”
I mentally brushed aside all of the questions bouncing around in my head and answered him.
“Yeah. I’m okay. Let me help with the John Doe and then I’ll go home.”
With so much good news, I was able to focus on helping the doctor. But, I must have made him uncomfortable because he didn’t seem like his confident self. We muddled through and Dr Syygo determined that advanced cardio-vascular disease, combined with cirrhosis, had taken the unidentified man’s life. He had been found on a park bench. He was likely one of the homeless, who the ACLU had doomed to go without care when they had fought to get them released from mental institutions back before I was born.
I went back to my cube to shut down my computer and noticed a small box had been placed there. It was not a condolence gift as had immediately jumped into my head. It was from the crematorium. I knew from the size that it contained the ashes of someone. Then the enormity of what we had done hit me.
These were the ashes of one of the John or Jane Does that the crematorium does for the county and then sends the ashes to us. I would normally be getting a box like this for Jane Doe 12-017, the body that I had passed off as Julia Swenson. Julia was the burnt corpse that we were passing off as Rachel. If the family of Jane Doe ever showed up, we would have to apologize for ‘losing’ the remains of their mother, or daughter, or sister. Those remains were sent to the family of Julia. They would be scattering the ashes of a stranger. This was so fucked up.
I set the box aside. I would take care of labeling and storing it later. I just wanted to go home. This whole thing was getting to be too much. I would be glad when it was over. That thought made me feel worse. When would it be over? Wouldn’t Rachel being discovered alive always mean there was the possibility that this would all come out? And for that matter, how likely was it that Rachel would keep a low profile and not expose herself? God, this was a dumb idea? How did I ever get talked into this? Then Bruno cleared his throat, from inside my pants, and I remembered. I’m a fucking idiot.
I punched out and went home. I was half afraid of what I would find at home, coming home early and not telling anyone. But, I was in a mood to blow off steam. Yelling at Rachel would be just what the doctor ordered. She did not disappoint.
I pulled into my drive, walked in the door and saw Rachel in her bag lady disguise from yesterday. That ugly brown wig highlighting the ensemble. She was looking at me in shock. Kim came bounding down the stairs, surprise also prominent in her eyes
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I thundered
“Ron! What are you doing home!” asked Rachel sounding as guilty as she looked.
“Dr. Syygo gave me the afternoon off, because he thought I was still too distraught over your death. About now, I’m thinking I should kill you myself, so I have a reason to grieve. Answer me! Where the hell are you going?”
“N..no where. I just needed to get out of the house.” She said knowing that was not what I wanted to hear. I looked at Kim
“What about you? You were just going to let her? I said both accusingly and incredulously.
Kim glanced at her sister and one of those silent sibling communications happened.
“Kim was taking a nap. That’s why I figured it was a good time. I was just going to drive around.” said Rachel quickly. I glanced at Kim, whose face was neutral. Then I focused on her older sister.
“And what if someone saw you? What if someone was wondering who the bag lady was in Kim’s car? What if they called the police?” I fired each question without giving her time to respond.
“I’m sorry” she said like she meant it.
“Dammit, Rachel! We can’t take these chances! I’m taking you to your Uncle’s cabin, and we are doing it right now! Pack up what you need.”
I saw something resembling panic in her eyes as she quickly answered.
“No! No, Ron! Please, I can’t go to the cabin yet!” she nearly shouted
I glanced at Kim, whose face was betraying some worry and then back at the emotional Rachel.
“What the fuck does that mean; ‘Can’t go, YET’. You’re fucking dead, what do you have to do?”
Rachel hesitated for a fast second and then closed her eyes to answer.
“I want…I need to attend my funeral.” Came her reply in calm matter of fact tone.
“YOU’RE NOT GOING TO THAT FUCKING FUNERAL” I thundered. “That would be so incredibly, unbelievably, recklessly stupid. Haven’t you heard a word I’ve said?”
“Ron?” interjected Kim’s calm voice “You’re right. It is really dumb. But, remember Rachel is never coming back to these people. Her friends, what little family we have left, this is the final time she will ever see them. Don’t you think we should at least give her that last chance to see them one last time?”
Damn. I hadn’t thought of this angle, but an answer quickly came to mind.
“And how is she going to say ‘Good-bye’ without letting them know she is still alive?” I queried, not quite as calm as Kim was, but making up for it with sarcasm.
“I won’t talk to anyone, Ron. I promise! I just want to see these people one last time” Rachel chimed in quickly.
“Please, Ron” Rachel continued “I can be very grateful” she added in a tone she meant to be seductive.
Rachel spent our marriage using sex as her preferred weapon of manipulation. She either doled out an extra favor, or withheld her affections until she got what she wanted. Either that or I was left to self service myself out of a blue balls situation. Under the current circumstances, her tone just pissed me off.
“Oh, really.” I said filling my voice with disdain “What exactly can you offer me that; A) I haven’t had in abundance the past two weeks, or B) what I can’t make you do anyway?”
I was surprised that she had an answer
“What you have always wanted to do to……Rape me.”
I was silent for a few seconds while I let that soak in, kick around, and finally squeeze the words out of me.
“Exactly, how are you going to make that happen? You’re already letting me fuck you. I know you really don’t want to, so it’s almost rape as it is. What are you going to do, that would make me want to risk jail?”
Rachel closed the distance between us, ripped off her wig, and slapped me hard across the face.
SLAP! Rang the sound.
I was stunned for an instance, and then the pain registered the instant before she began to speak.
“Fuck you! You needle-dick bastard! I’ve had enough of you bossing me around! I’ll do whatever I want and if you don’t like it you can kiss my lily white ass!”
Rage boiled over in my head and the words were out before I could even think them
“Bitch, you earned this!”