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When he placed his hands on my sides, just beside my breasts, I raised my hands to the top of my head and just kept rocking back and forth on him.

I had been awake for the last hour, lying quietly in bed, waiting for my husband to wake up. The furnace had kicked on earlier so it was beginning to warm in the bedroom. There was snow on the ground outside and it was still dark at 6AM. It was not getting light now until around 8 O’clock.

I slowly lifted my hips and pulled the t-shirt I wore to bed up and then worked it up my body and over my head. I moved closer to Greg and put my arm across his chest. Lying against him naked I was hoping he would awake before the alarm and have time for me. It has been over a year since the last time we had sex. I knew it was not me, or at least I did not think it was. Men still gave me the eye. I had what I thought was a pretty good slender body, breasts that still drew men’s eyes and I’m just 35. My theory was that it was “little miss perky tits.” Greg had hired a new secretary 18 months ago and had started spending much more time at the office about that time and had started making frequent out-of-town business trips about a year ago. Miss Perky was 22, in great shape, had legs, as he said that “went all the way up”, and tits that stuck straight out.

I had discussed this with Terri, my best friend, who lived across out back yard. She had a pool and we, the kids and I, frequently went over during the summer. We had coffee together about every other morning and discussed just about everything in our lives. Terri was a few years younger than me and had been divorced several years now. She had no children so she had quite a social life though she was in a dry spell right now. During one of these coffees Terri had told me to be more aggressive, to take control. “You got him in bed in the morning. Don’t let him get out until he fucks you good.”

Her plain talking could make me blush, “I can’t do that. It’s just not me.”

“Well whatever you have been doing this last year has not been working so you might want to try something different before your miss perky tits starts waking up in your bed and you are in an apartment somewhere else.”

When the alarm went off I was disappointed but not really surprised when he moved my arm off him and immediately slid out of bed.

With a bit of complaint in my voice I asked, “Can’t you stay in bed a little longer? I could use a little attention. I have not seen much of you recently.” As I said this I pulled the blanket down so my breasts were showing. Maybe a little skin will entice him.

He looked down at me but just said “No. I have meetings first thing in the morning and you need to get ready and take the kids to school before work.” With that he walked into the master bathroom and closed the door. I pulled the blanket back up and lay back feeling very frustrated. I had actually got a bit wet just anticipating the possibility that we could be pounding away on the bed.

I had gotten in the habit of taking our children, Jeremy and the twins, Allison and Shelly, to school each morning, at least when they did not have friends stop by and pick them up. Jeremy had just turned fifteen a few months ago. He was almost the spitting image of his father though he was a couple of inches taller even though just fifteen. He might even be more muscular than his dad. He had football training almost daily; weight training three times a week and cardiovascular the other two days plus all the swimming he could get in next door in Terri’s heated swimming pool. When friends called for my husband and Jeremy answered they frequently could not tell the difference in the voices.

Allison and Shelly, at thirteen and a half were beginning to turn all the boys’ heads. They both had a great bodies and breasts that I wished I had at their age.

When I heard the electric razor start I knew there was no chance he would change his mind so I decided to doze for a while longer. I must have just fallen off when I heard my Greg’s voice through the fog.

Still drowsy I said “Uh? What did you say? You know I can’t hear you when the door is closed. Come in here.”

The door opened and I turned over in the dark. Terri’s advice suddenly came to me. She’s right, my way is not working. I have to try her suggestion. I can’t give him a chance to say no. I’ll have to be quick. In the dark I could barely make out that he was still in his robe as he stepped up to the bed. Fighting the fog of sleepiness I reached out quickly my left hand, groped my way through his robe and grabbed his cock.

“Wait! What are….”?

“Don’t talk. Just be quiet.” I had to be very quick before he moved away. If this did not work I would be too embarrassed to ever try again.

“But you shouldn’t….”

“I said don’t talk.” With that I took my right hand and threw the covers down off me. I was lying completely naked in the bed in front of him. Earlier, just naked breasts did not do the trick, maybe some exposed pussy would do it. I drew my knees up a bit and then spread them. He must know what I want because I could feel him trying to move backwards. I just took a tighter grip on his cock and pulled him back to the side of the bed. He must have some interest because he began growing stiffer in my hand. He was limp and dangling when I first grabbed him but now I had a pretty good tool to hang on to. Terri had been right all this time. I can’t stop now. I have to keep this escalating and not give him a chance to stop.

“Stop. You don’t know…..” His voice sounded a bit choked.

With as much force as I could put in my voice, “I said shut-up.” I put up as an aggressive front as I knew how. I can’t let him back out now. “Now get up here and fuck me.” With that I tugged hard on his cock until he had to follow up onto the bed and kept pulling him over until he was finally above me. Terri’s right. Men pretty much go wherever their cock goes. In the confusion, and in his attempt to keep his cock from being stretched a foot longer one of his hands landed on my right breast before sliding down to the bed. With some more tugging I finally had him on his hands and knees with both of his knees between my spread legs and his hands on either side of my shoulders keeping his chest from touching mine. I wish it was lighter so I could see the look on his face. I had never been this demanding of him and wondered how he was taking it. Though from the hard dick I now had in my hand I had a pretty good idea.

I could hear him starting to protest again, probably trying to be faithful to “little miss perky tits”, so, while keeping a firm grip on his cock, I reached up with my other hand to the back of his head and pulled his head down until his lips brushed against one of my nipples. I held his head there as his lips parted and a nipple slid into his mouth. His tongue moved slowly across my nipple and I could feel his body relax a bit in surrender. As his tongue began moving around my nipple in small circles I knew I had won, “I finally have his attention.” Then he sucked more of my breast into his mouth and the feeling made my body arch up against him. His tongue was making my pussy tingle. I definitely have his interest now. If his cock gets any harder I’ll be able to pound nails.

I pulled his cock up to my pussy and began moving the head in small circles around my clitoris. The tingle was quickly becoming major source of heat in my pussy and if I got any wetter I was going to have a major wet spot to avoid later.

I continued moving the head of his cock around in small circles around my clitoris and after every few passes I would push the head of his cock down and into my pussy. After holding it there for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling I would then pull it back out and rub my clitoris some more. All his resistance had disappeared and his body was beginning to sag down onto me. I loved the weight of him on me, pinning me to the bed. He pulled his head away from my breast and up to me neck. He tried to speak once again but I quickly put a stop to it by pulling his head around kissing him deeply. I then moved his head around until I could reach one of his ears with my tongue. I was just putting the head of his cock in my pussy again as I stuck my tongue in his ear. When I ran it around the inside of his ear he reacted with a strong thrust sinking his cock a several inches deeper in me.

I pulled my hand from his cock and moved both hands to his butt and pulled him another couple of inches deeper. A gasp escaped from me. He’s stretching me. I must have shrunk from lack of use. He feels so huge in me. “Fuck me Honey! I need a good fucking.” I dug my nails in as he began thrusting in earnest. “Harder” I cried. I could feel him bottoming out in me; pulling back a few inches then thrust hard back into me. It was perfect pressure against my clitoris. The heat was building in me and I knew I was going to cum very soon. As I lay back waiting for the orgasm to build, I felt him thrust hard in me and hold it with his whole body stiffening. “No, not yet.” I cried in his ear. “Wait for me!” But it was too late. I felt him begin to erupt with stream after stream of hot sperm shooting into me. It seemed to just go on and on….five, six, seven, eight jerks of his hips before he slowed and stopped thrusting against me. Even then he continued to thrust his hips lightly against me like the aftershocks after a major earthquake.

As his body relaxed on me I felt the rage mount. It has been a whole year and he could not hold off another minute for me. He pounds away on me for a couple of minutes and he’s done. He just satisfies himself and who knows when I’ll get mine.

“You Bastard” I hissed into his ear. “Why couldn’t you wait just a bit longer for me?”

“I’m sorry mom. I couldn’t help it.”

“Sure you’re sorry but I’m……” Mom? Oh god no. It can’t be. Jeremy? No it can’t be. It’s has to be Greg. “Jeremy? Is that you?”

With dread I recognized Jeremy’s voice. “It’s me mom.”

“What are you doing in here? Why didn’t you say something? How could you do this?”

“I’m sorry mom. I tried to tell you it was me. Every time I tried to say anything you told me to shut up and….you know, do it.”

My rage quickly melted away with guilt taking its place. He’s right. This is all my fault. I could tell from his voice he was close to tears. This is terrible. Where is Greg anyway? Then I heard the shower faintly. Thank god he did not walk in on us. If he is still in the shower it will still be a while before he comes back through the bedroom. What do I do now, other than sign Jeremy up for years of therapy. I have to say something so he won’t think this is his fault. He is only 15.

He shifted slightly on me and then I realized he was still rock hard, still on top of me with a huge cock still buried hilt deep in me. As I struggled with trying to find the right words I noticed he was still putting pressure on my clitoris and it was really enjoying it. A slight rocking motion was quickly getting me very aroused again.

“Jeremy. You have to stop!”

“I’m not doing anything!”

“You are pushing in me.”

“No I’m not. You are doing that”.

I then realized I still had my hands on his butt and had been gently pulling him against me this whole time. I made an effort to stop but it felt so good. I’m so close. He is already inside me. What harm would it do to just do this for a few seconds longer then never again. No, what am I thinking, I have to stop. This is wrong. I’m his mother. As these thoughts kept going back and forth in my mind my pussy betrayed me. It was just a twitch of muscles but the resulting squeeze on Jeremy’s cock made him thrust hard inside me. He held his hips hard against me. I could feel his cock twitch inside my pussy and then he ground his body against mine, which just set my clitoris on fire.
“I’m sorry mom. I couldn’t help it when you squeezed me.”

“I know honey. It is my fault. Just hold it there for a few seconds then we have to stop.”

The heat in my stomach kept growing. My nipples felt so sensitive. We have to stop. Without thinking, I tilted my pelvis up towards him and involuntarily gave his cock another squeeze. Jeremy pulled back a few inches and again thrust hard into me and held it. As I was about to say “okay, that’s enough” he pulled back and then thrust hard into me again. My words caught in my throat. How can he be so hard after cumming just a minute ago? Oh, to be a teenager again.

He buried his face in my neck as he began picking up speed, thrusting again and again into me. “I’m sorry mom. It just feels so good.”

“That’s okay son. But we need to stop soon.”

He felt so big I could feel pressure everywhere in my pussy. It was like the end of a baseball bat was in me. Just how big is he anyway? At some point his hands had moved under my hips pulling me tight against him but now I felt them slide out and move up my body until they reached my breasts. He slowly moved his fingers up then lifted his chest up so he could cup both of my breasts. He began rubbing both of my nipples with his fingers. That sent an electric shock from my nipples directly to my pussy… which then made my pussy grab Jeremy’s cock…. which made him thrust harder in me.

“Jeremy. We have to stop.” I whispered hoarsely. It was getting very hard to think straight. I have to stop this before we go to far. “Too Far? What am I thinking”? We have already gone too far. He has already cum in me. But then the devil on the other shoulder said “But you are so close. What’s the harm since he has already cum in you once already”. Okay, maybe just a few seconds longer then we will stop. Jeremy, not aware of the conversation I was having with myself, did not say anything. He just kept rubbing my nipples and driving his cock in and out of me.

We both froze at the sound of the shower door opening and closing. A minute later the sound of moving around was followed by a hair dryer starting.

“Jeremy, we have just a few minutes before your father comes out. I need you to finish fucking me. I need to cum and I am very close.” He just nodded and continued pumping me.

I tilted my pelvis up to meet his and that made our bodies match perfectly. His hips ground against mine, his hands squeezing my breasts, rubbing my nipples between his fingers and the heat in my stomach felt out of control. “Oh Jeremy. I’m cumming”. I had to fight to keep my voice down as my body bucked against my son’s. I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him tightly as the tremors in my body gradually lessened. Then I felt him stiffen again as he came for the second time in just a few minutes. He again shot streams of sperm into me. “Where can it all come from?”
When he was finally finished and laying quietly on me I took his head in my hands and pulled it close so I could whisper in his ear, “Honey, thank you. You need to go quickly. You dad will be coming out soon. I really needed that but we are going to have to talk about this later. It cannot happen again.”

“I know mom. That was the best thing I ever felt. You are really good at this. I don’t know why dad isn’t doing this with you every day.”

“Honey, that’s enough of that. You need to get ready for school. Go down and get some breakfast. After your dad leaves for work we need to talk about this before I give you and your sisters a ride to school.”

“I don’t have school today. It is a teacher’s day.”

“Okay. Go down and have some breakfast. After your father has left come back upstairs so we can talk. And don’t say anything to him about this. This has to be just our secret and can never happen again.”

With a nod he slowly raised up onto his hands and knees. This resulted in his cock slowly pulling out of me. As slow as he was moving it seemed forever for him to pull out. I knew he was just enjoying the feeling of his first time. As the head of his cock emerged I looked down and watched it bounce up and down. There was just enough light coming through the windows now so I could see he was huge. Not only was he taller than his father he definitely a couple of inches bigger also. When he had finally pulled all the way out I could see that he was still partially erect. As he moved off the bed his cock kept bouncing around, first slapping one thigh then the other. When he was finally off the bed he pulled the blanket from the floor and pulled it up to my legs and then stopped and just stared at my body. His eyes moved slowly from my spread legs up to my breasts. That brought a quick blush to my face and, moving my legs back together, I quickly grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to my neck. Embarrassed, I whispered, “It’s cold.” It was quite chilly. The heat had turned off earlier but we had not noticed while creating our own heat. With Jeremy lying on top of me I had not noticed the chill.

With a quick “You really look nice mom. Dad’s just stupid.” He grabbed his robe off the floor, put in on and left, quietly shutting the bedroom door behind him.

From the sounds in the master bath I knew Greg was finished and about to come in the bedroom. While I waited for him my hand drifted down from my chest and over my stomach until it cupped my mound with my fingers lightly passing back and forth over my clitoris. Just as some of the tingle was returning the door opened and Greg walked up to the bed.

“Dear. I won’t be home tonight. I forgot to tell you last night that I have to run up to the plant in San Francisco tonight. I will be there over the weekend and I’ll return Sunday night.”

I was stunned. It was an obvious weekend tryst with miss perky tits. “But honey… we need to talk.”

“I’m sorry. Whatever it is will have to wait a few days.”

Trying to hide the suspicion in my voice but being unsuccessful I asked, “Are you going alone?”

“No. I’ll probably take an assistant.”

“Yes. I can guess which one.”

“Now don’t start that again.” Before I could answer he turned and left the room. The anger I felt earlier quickly returned and then just as quickly left. My fingers had been slowly moving back and forth across my pussy. I could feel a steady stream of sperm leaking out of me. As my fingers moved back and forth through the slippery sperm all the feelings of how it got there returned.

Then I remembered another of Terri’s sayings: “Don’t get mad, get even.”

“Well Jeremy, I hope you are having a good breakfast. You are going to need your strength.”

I laid there running a lot of thoughts through my head. Deciding what to say, what plan of action to take. I would pick one path only to discard it moments later. I had finally decided that a stern talk with Jeremy and a sterner talk with that devil on my left shoulder was the best course of action to take when I had a clear vision of Greg and “miss perky” in San Francisco for the weekend. That settled it. I was not quite sure what I was going to say but I knew what I was going to do.

I was lying in bed waiting for Jeremy to return and trying to plan what I would say when a faint knock came at the door. “Come in”.

Jeremy opened the door and stepped into the room. He must have gone straight from my bed downstairs because he was still in his robe. I patted the covers on the right side of the bed next to me and said, “Why don’t you close the door and come over here”. I had deliberately chose that side as him climbing into bed and laying on a spot wet with his cum might not start this conversation off right.

As Jeremy walked up to the bed I saw him give a little shiver. “Jeremy, it is cold out there, why don’t you get in the bed so you’ll be warm while we talk”.

As he started to get in bed I held out my hand to stop him. “Go ahead and take off your robe. It’ll just get wrapped up around you, be uncomfortable and distract you while we are trying to talk”.

Jeremy seemed a bit embarrassed at the suggestion, “But Mom, I’m not wearing anything”.

Hiding a smile I replied, “Honey, I think I saw everything there is to see earlier. Come on, take that off and get in bed so you’ll be warm”.

Jeremy kind of turned his back and let his robe drop to the ground. When he turned around to lift the covers I could not help but take a good look at his cock. There was plenty of light now so I got a good look. I was right. He was huge. He hung halfway down his thigh.

Once he got in bed he laid on his back and pulled the covers up to his neck. I turned over on my side to face him. I needed this to start off right. “Honey, do you want to say anything”.

“Oh mom,” he sounded so down, “it is all my fault. I should have stopped you”.

Perfect I thought. “No Jeremy. It is my fault. I forced you just to satisfy my needs”.
This just might work after all. “You dad has been distant for some time and a women has needs just like a man. I just should not have used you. You are much too young for this kind of thing. I just hope I did not hurt you in any way, making you do something you would not want to do”.

“No mom. I’m fine. You did not hurt me. If felt good”.

“Yes it did. I just need to look for someone that can help me since your father is not interested. I thought about going to a bar but who knows what disease I might pick up. I guess someone here in the neighborhood might work. There is Mr. Gold across the street. He is single”.

Jeremy made a face, “Mom, you can’t possible do that with him. He’s fat, old and he always smells like those cigars he smokes”.

I again had to hide a smile. Jeremy was beginning to fidgit. That meant he wanted to say something but was not sure how. I reached out to just below his belly button and patted his stomach as I said, “Well son, I think that is good advice. I just do not know what to do then”. My hand patting was having an effect upon him. I could feel his cock begin to stir. As it straightened out it nudged against the side of my hand.

Jeremy bit his lip then blurted out, “Mom, maybe I can help”.

“I don’t know Honey. I feel so bad about what I made you do before”. His cock got harder and was then inching across the top of my hand until it was fully erect and lying on the top of my hand. As I patted his stomach again I could feel his cock being pushed up by my hand. I then moved my hand around so I could grasp him lightly. It was so strange to grab a cock and not be able to wrap my fingers completely around it. It was having an effect upon Jeremy though. I heard him suck in his breath and lift his hips a bit off the bed before he recovered. I grasping him lightly and then began running my fingers up and down his cock in an absent minded manner while continuing to talk, “I don’t feel it would be right to ask you to do this. You’re my son and you are probably too young to enjoy sex”.

Jeremy responded immediately, “No mom. I did enjoy it. I’m old enough. I want to help you. That would be much better than going to a stranger and getting some disease. And after all, we have done it already. I was okay wasn’t I”? I could hear the eagerness mixed with uncertainty in his voice.

“Well I guess we could try once. You are right that would be better than going to a stranger”. With that I gave his cock a good squeeze and said, “Here, let me try something”. I let go of his cock and tossed the covers to the foot of the bed. I then moved one leg over his so I could straddle his hips. Rising up on my knees above him I reached down and grabbed his cock again. I positioned it at the entrance to my pussy and very slowly began to sit down on him. As the head of his cock entered me Jeremy sucked in his breath and tried to lift up his hips to drive deeper into me. “No Honey. Let me do this”.

I then proceeded to lower myself on him so he slid in a few inches and then rose back up until he almost fell out of me. I repeated this over and over for several minutes. Jeremy just laid there with his eyes closed enjoying the sensations running up and down his cock. “Jeremy”. He opened his eyes. “You have two hands. I have two breasts. Do you see the possibilities”?

Jeremy had that questioning look on his face for a moment then it hit him and he smiled. He reached up to my breasts with each hand and began caressing them, cupping them and lifting them up, running his fingers around my nipples. He slowly moved his hands down to my stomach and then worked his way up to my breasts again. As he began running his fingers around my nipples again I had the feeling that there was a vacuum in my stomach that had to be filled. Letting go of his cock I settled my weight down on his cock until I was sitting directly on him impaling me on his cock. I began rocking my hips back and forth on him putting pressure directly on my clitoris.

“Mom, that feels so good”. Jeremy had began lifting his hips up on each of my backward strokes driving his cock as deep as it could get in me. I leaned forward and put my hands on the top of his shoulders so I could push myself back on him harder. I could feel the fire building in me and knew I was close. Jeremy shrugged his shoulder so my hands slipped off. As I was about to indicate my displeasure he raised his head up off the bed and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and began to flick his tongue around it. After a minute he moved to the other nipple. Photos When he placed his hands on my sides, just beside my breasts, I raised my hands to the top of my head and just kept rocking back and forth on him. He then slid his hands to the sides of my breasts and pushed them together so the nipples were right next to each other. I thought he was just playing with them until he leaned forward again and began sucking on both nipples at the same time. That did it for me. The fire that had been smoldering away in my pussy became a raging inferno. “Jeremy, I’m cumming”. I pushed as hard as I could on his cock.

He started to move his mouth away. I almost shouted, “No, keep sucking on them”. The muscles in my pussy were cramping around his cock as wave after wave swept over me. Jeremy’s mouth began to get slack and then his head fell back on the pillow. I could feel his hips begin to buck up under me. Then he gave a slight cry, reached out to grab my hips and pulled me tight against him. His hands then slid up to the middle of my back and he pulled me down so I was lying flat on top of him with his arms wrapped around me holding me tight against his body. He drove hard into me again, held it for a few seconds, and then began pistoning in and out of me. After a good minute of this he finally let out grunt followed by “Mom, I’m cumming”. For the third time in an hour he began filling me with sperm.

Afterwards as we lay there, catching our breaths, I just laid my head on his shoulder and relaxed. I could feel his erection slowly ebbing and gradually slipping out of me. “Jeremy?”.

“Yes mom”?

“I think this might work for me if it works for you”.

“It works for me mom. I’m glad to help”.

“Well, we’ll need to keep this to ourselves. No mentioning it to Dad, your sisters or any of your friends. Do you think you can do that”?

“Yes, mom. I can”.

And so our adventure began. Over the next two weeks Jeremy would get up early and be waiting at our bedroom door, waiting to hear his dad start his shower. As soon as the shower started Jeremy would come in, climb into my bed, get onto me and into me, and we would enjoy a quickie. Another once or twice a week, when there was no one in the house we could enjoy ourselves on a more leisurely pace. In the middle of that second week Greg made his big announcement that he needed to find himself. I suggested that perhaps if he looked in miss perky tits pussy he might find himself.

It was also in the middle of that second week that I had the thought to make an appointment with my GYN to get a new prescription for pills. I had stopped taking my birth-control pills several months earlier when it was apparent that Greg was not going to be a threat to make me pregnant. I was pretty active sexually now so I had better get protected.

And that would have been a good idea if she had thought of it a week earlier.

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Miranda’s cruel husband brings her forbidden bodyguard-lover to join the ‘party’ of torments he has planned for them. Will Miranda survive? Will Matthew? Or will Jake’s sadistic sexual torments be too much for them to bear?

*****Disclaimer: This story is one of my darker ones, with strong non-consent themes. It’s also just a fantasy, and the acts in this story I do not condone or support in real life. That’s why this is just a fantasy! Now that that’s out of the way, I hope you enjoy…*****

Miranda was a beautiful, slender brunette with hair the color of raven feathers, smoky eyes, and a delicately chiseled, almost regal face. She was a girl men would fight over. Curved and athletic, her pout-prone face managed to give off an innocence on the surface with naughtier promises simmering just underneath. Until recently, she’d been married to the love of her life, Jake Shaw, and life had been, well…perfect. But despite their supposedly idyllic lifestyle, Jake’s long, frequent business trips overseas had taken their toll, and the couple had grown apart.

Miranda had gradually grown fond of her bodyguard, Matthew…and one thing had led to another. Finding out about the affair had enraged Jake. He’d recorded one of Miranda’s illicit sexual romps with Matthew, and the betrayal —coming at a time when the couple was actively trying to get pregnant—had sent Jake over the edge. Her once loving husband had now kidnapped Miranda, bound her naked in a shipping container, and hired five men to rape her.

That was the horrifying ordeal Miranda struggled with on this Friday night, on a secluded dock, isolated from anyone who might help. And to make matters worse, Jake had left only to return carrying the unconscious figure of Matthew…

Miranda’s eyes snuck a glance Matthew’s way, but her tormentors were keeping her busy. Radic, a Russian with barbed-wire tattoos around his bulging biceps, was spearing his manhood into her gaping cunt from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, growling as he fucked her.

“Uhh… uh… UH! Your cunt is nice and wet for my cock, bitch. You love being raped, don’t you?” He tugged on her hair, drawing a sharp gasp of pain as she threw her hips back to meet his penetrations.

“Y-yes Master. I-I love being raped,” she said submissively.

Meanwhile Felipe, a handsome Spaniard with less rugged features, gently slapped her in the face as he saw her gaze slide in the direction of her helpless bodyguard.

“Look at me, slut. Until Radic comes in your worthless pussy, you can make yourself useful and suck my balls. Now what do you say? Call me Master!”

Miranda groaned. “Yes Master, whatever y-you wish,” she replied. With her hands bound behind her back, she could only lap at Felipe’s sweaty sac and feel Radic’s shaft stabbing through her pussy like a knife.

“Are you going to CUM in that little whore or what?” Viktor, one of the men who hadn’t yet had the chance to do more than fondle Miranda’s young body and kiss her, was clearly becoming impatient.

“Hold on,” Radic grunted. “I want to look in this slut’s eyes when I gush inside her twat.” He pulled out, flipping her over, and slammed her down on the bed. Felipe scuttled up the bed to give the girl plenty of room as Radic spread her legs and re-positioned his cock between her delicate, petal-like labia. “Back in we go, bitch.” He grunted as his shaft lanced into her slick folds. Her cunt was already tainted with the cum of two of her captors, so her slippery, cum-coated sex easily accepted Radic’s thrusting shaft as he gripped her by the throat with one hand and fondled her medium-sized tits with the other.

“Uhhh!!! Almost there, little bitch. You feel me swelling inside you?”

Miranda could feel it. She moaned, her breasts shaking with the force of the Russian’s ruthless fucks. Suddenly she saw Felipe’s testicles swaying above her face.

“Did I say you could stop sucking my balls, slut? Keep at it!”

“Y-yes Master,” Miranda whimpered. She stuck her tongue out as the sweaty sac descended to her lips. She sucked in one of his balls, fervently suckling even as she felt her pussy getting pounded harder than ever before. Then she felt it—thick spurts of cum bathing the insides of her snatch as Radic growled his release.

“UUuuhhhh!!! Deep in your pussy, bitch. So fucking deep…feel it in your womb!” Little did Radic or the girl realize at the time, but the muscle-bound Russian had just impregnated the helpless girl with his child.

A full minute later, with Radic heaving great gasps of air, the big Russian pulled out his semi-hard manhood and looked at the pool of cum nestled between the girl’s thighs, brimming in the girl’s pink opening like glistening mercury.

“Who wants sloppy FOURTHS?” Radic chuckled. “We’re fucking this bitch to death before this night is through, aren’t we?”

“No… please stop,” Miranda whimpered.

“Shut up and keep sucking,” Felipe warned. Miranda lapped at his wrinkled scrotum, hearing him sigh with satisfaction as she tried not to be disgusted by what he was making her do. Meanwhile, she was suddenly hyper-aware of a limp body being laid beside her on the bed. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Matthew’s boyish face set off with the light blonde beard that she’d always found sexy. Someone had covered up his mouth with duct tape and blindfolded him.

She was aware of her husband standing near the bed now, watching her being tormented. Oh god—what was Jake going to do next?

Felipe’s hands stroked Miranda’s tits with deceptive care.

“OK, slut, time to make good on our agreement. You promised you would sit on my cock, with my cock right up your sweet little ASS, if I spared you from the whip. Time to pay up.”

Miranda shivered with dread, but she felt a faint ray of hope as Jake’s voice interceded.

“Hold up.” She couldn’t see Jake, but she sensed him gesturing at the only two men who hadn’t fucked her yet, Viktor and Baen.

“You two, go ahead and fuck my slut-wife in her worthless cunt. Felipe, you’ll have to bust her ass later.”

Trying not to let the disappointment show, Felipe shrugged. “Hey, you’re the boss-man.”

Miranda tried to move her mouth from underneath Felipe’s swinging testicles, but Felipe twisted the girl’s nipples with both hands and told her to just keep sucking as he straddled her face. The gorgeous brunette obeyed, clenching up as she felt Viktor’s bulbous cock-head at the entrance to her thoroughly raped slit. He pushed between her vaginal lips, plunging into her with a tempo like a bull in heat. He fucked her without mercy, without care, only considering his own desires, as their bodies smacked together with a rhythm that had Miranda moaning with Felipe’s testicles in her mouth.

Jake stood back, arms folded, waiting for Matthew to come around. It would be any minute now, and once the bodyguard did wake up…then it was time for the final phase of the evening. The betrayed husband had decided exactly what would happen to his cuckolding slut of a wife and his wife’s secret lover.

“Please…oh please!” Miranda mewled. She didn’t know what else to do but withstand the hard pounding Viktor was giving her. The Ukrainian was wiry and thin compared to some of the others, but he was still a brute of a man, his torso rippling with muscles. As he gripped her by the throat the same way Radic had done, he slapped her breasts with the other hand, deepening her moans, and yet his shaft sent shivers of pleasure through her pussy as he filled her to the hilt with the constant slapping sound of his furiously jostling testicles. Soon he was swelling up inside her too. She could tell because as he neared orgasm, his hand tightened around her swanlike neck and she had to gasp for air. At last Viktor practically started bellowing, his release imminent.

“Uhhh!!! This slut’s milking me dry,” Viktor shouted. “AHH!!” Miranda trembled as she felt the fourth cock of the evening spew and gush inside her throbbing cunt. With Viktor shuddering, his cock still spasming with little bursts of cum, he pulled his manhood from between her swollen lips and wiped the last vestiges of his jism on her clit. She clenched up with surprised pleasure at the sudden swipe of Viktor’s softening prick across her clit, which sent her hurtling over the precipice right into a mini-orgasm.

“Uuuuuhhh!” Miranda couldn’t believe it. She hadn’t realized how aroused her entire body had become, getting fucked so savagely by these awful men. Part of her had even felt the choke-hold around her neck to be incredibly arousing. Maybe the primal, feminine need to be dominated had finally thrust the powers of her rational brain firmly aside. Now her bound hands clenched underneath her butt as Miranda let the climax flow through her, and she had to bite her lip to stifle the loud moan that wanted to rip free. Instead she just shuddered on the bed as the men watched, as her husband watched her come. Shame reddened her cheeks. The sexy girl was almost glad that Felipe’s testicles were still in her face so that she didn’t have to see the looks from the men around her, all probably staring at her helpless body even as it betrayed her.

Now, the fifth and final man, Baen, positioned his raging hard-on at the opening of her now completely cum-drenched sex. He fucked her with the same wild, primal, and totally merciless rhythm that now made her brutalized pussy ache and throb as if it would never feel the same ever again. Her ball-sucking techniques meanwhile were steadily improving. She slurped and sucked on Felipe’s wrinkled folds until he shocked them both by groaning plaintively, his hand gripping the base of his cock as he abruptly pulled back and aimed it in the throes of his climax.

“Uhhh! Fuck, you are making me CUM. You weren’t supposed to, you nasty slut!” Felipe growled as cum fountained from the tip of his manhood, spraying Miranda in the face and across her tits. Miranda closed her eyes as cum peppered her forehead, eyelids, nose, chin, with more flecks covering her creamy breasts.

“Uhhh! About to join you,” Baen shouted, groaning like a dying beast as he threw his hips forward, his cock lancing deep into the gorgeous brunette’s sloppy-slick folds. He bellowed, emptying his balls in her gooey pussy, and pulled out.

Miranda looked down at what was left of her innocence, which was nothing. Her cunt was a cum-soaked disaster. She felt it running down her inner thighs, dripping from her labia in a dozen different places. The sexy girl felt completely, irreversibly tainted by what they’d done to her. They hadn’t just raped her pussy. They’d imprinted the experience on her mind, and she’d never be the same.

Jake knelt down, eyeing his wife’s brutalized sex. “Five cocks and one pussy. Not bad, gentlemen. For this next part, though, you’ll serve more as spectators than participants.”

Sven, the leader of the five, merely nodded. “Whatever you say, Sir.”

Miranda looked at her husband with pleading eyes, but there wasn’t much left to say. The loving husband he had once been…whatever was left of that man must have been buried deep, deep inside. She didn’t think she could reach him. It was too late for that. Instead she looked over at Matthew. Poor Matthew.

Her bodyguard, her secret lover, slowly came to with a plaintive groan.

“Ah, he’s waking up. Good,” Jake said. He motioned at Sven and Baen. “You two, get him on the bed. Make him kneel between the bitch’s legs.”

The two men took the semi-conscious Matthew and threw him on the bed facedown. His wrists were tied behind his back just like Miranda’s. Jake tore off the blindfold. Now Matthew’s bleary eyes blinked rapidly as he slowly became aware of his surroundings. That’s when Jake ripped off the duct tape from his mouth, making Matthew cried out.

“J-jake!? What’s going on? What the hell are you doing?!” The bodyguard rasped. Having had no water for hours, his throat was parched and his voice sounded like gravel crunched underfoot.

“You thought you could fuck my wife and cuckold me and get away with it?” Jake said icily. “Well now that I know the truth, I thought you two should share in the same fate.”

Miranda’s spine felt a chill of heart-rending fear as her gaze met Matthew’s fearful eyes. Matthew’s eyes widened now as they zeroed in on Miranda’s cunt, as he took in the sight of five cocks’ worth of seed glistening in her gaping pink hole, cum clinging to her labia and oozing out of her thoroughly fucked snatch.

“You see it now, don’t you? The men made quite a mess of her.” Jake brandished a handgun suddenly, which sent fresh surges of fear through both the wife and her secret paramour. Now Jake pressed the barrel of the gun just above Miranda’s pussy, shoving it hard against her shaved pubic area.

“Maybe I should put a bullet in this cunt right now, make you watch her die right in front of you.”

“Jake, please no!” Miranda wailed, her eyes clenched shut as she tried to pretend none of this was real.

“Oh god, stop it!” Matthew shouted. “I’ll do anything, just don’t hurt her.”

Jake slowly slid the barrel of the weapon along the girl’s labia, framing her exposed, ravaged pussy. “Lick up that cum then, you traitorous bastard. Lick up the cum in my wife’s pussy and swallow ALL of it. If you let even a drop stain the sheets, you’ll watch her DIE. Got it?”

“Yes, okay! Please don’t hurt her!” Matthew implored. He quickly darted his tongue into her soft folds, lapping at the sticky fluids. Miranda’s inner core tightened with arousal. Her cum-encrusted pussy began to moisten with a new fluid…her own cunt cream overlaying the scent of all the drying jism. Matthew’s diligent tongue kept vacuuming up the remnants of the five men’s spunk. The captured bodyguard’s Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed frantically, taking each of the combined men’s loads down his throat. He kept slurping at Miranda’s pussy until it glistened only with his saliva and her slowly gathering juices. Then he slid his tongue along her labia, down to the crack of her ass, where one errant stream of male jism had strayed.

Huffing, he resumed licking at Miranda’s slit, his tongue loving her and caressing her. Miranda looked down at Matthew. Did she regret what they had done? Did she regret making love to a man who wasn’t her husband? If she’d known what a horrific nightmare her actions would lead them to, she would never have betrayed Jake…but she also had to admit, deep down…perhaps she really did love Matthew. And Jake? Jake wasn’t the man she’d thought he was…

“Jake,” Miranda begged, “please, you’ve…you’ve humiliated me beyond words. You’ve watched as these men have fucked and abused me. You’ve whipped me. Please…I’ll get a divorce if that’s what you want. I’ll do whatever you want, just please let us go.”

“I want you to CUM in his mouth, whore. Do it,” Jake hissed.

Matthew’s tongue kept lapping at her sex. Now he slid his tongue upward, stroking her clit. He nibbled on her clit, sucking it hard as Miranda’s chest heaved. Her breasts rose and fell with a new sense of urgency as she shoved her crotch involuntarily into Matthew’s face. She thrust her clit into Matthew’s mouth like a proffered sacrifice to a god, whimpering as he sucked fervently on her little joy nub, his tongue swirling, stroking, and leaving a barrage of tender flicks. Then he took one final, deep tug on her clitoris, his teeth grazing her sensitive nub in the most exquisite blossoming of sensation.

Miranda sighed, her cunt fluids flooding Matthew’s mouth and giving him a flavorful mouthful as he gasped. Too soon, a hand was yanking him backward by the neck. Jake looked down at the sheets, stained dark with the girl’s excess fluids. Her pungent aroma clung to the fluids now dribbling down Matthew’s chin even now.

“What did I tell you, you traitorous scum? I said if you got the sheets stained it would have consequences… Now you get to watch her die.”

“NO!” Matthew cried.

Miranda’s eyes widened as Jake pressed the barrel of the gun between her cunt lips and pulled the trigger.


*NOTE: This is NOT a snuff story despite the dark cliffhanger, I promise. Hint: Is Jake’s gun even real? Or is he playing mind games with them? We find out what happens to Miranda and Matthew in the next and final chapter, which I’m almost done writing. I hope you enjoyed the story. If you didn’t, I accept honest feedback and critiques, just not useless comments like ‘this was horrible’ or ‘you need help.’ Everyone has fantasies that, while exciting or arousing to some, may not be to others’ tastes. If this isn’t your cup of tea, that’s okay, but don’t make a blanket judgment about someone who’s just trying to honestly play out their fantasies in a safe space. To the many readers who have sent me kind comments, thank you so much! It’s meant the world to me.


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This is a story of casual, unprotected sex, and is a work of fiction. In real life, use a condom, damnit! Unwanted babies, HIV and all sorts of lesser sexual diseases await the idiot who “dips his wick” or “rides the rod” with impunity and without protection.

Ill Conceived (MF, mF, Mf, mf, nc, drug, 1st, impreg, inc, voy)

by Krosis of the Collective

I found a box of old videotapes while looking for something to tape a show on. I couldn’t remember what was on them, so put one into the VCR.

I watched as it showed myself, in a nice shirt, stepping back after setting my video camera to record. As I moved further back from the camera I could see our bed and my wife lying on it, still clothed but clearly far from coherent, her eyes closed.

Was this one of our sex tapes? Why was it tossed into this box instead of in our locked-up collection?

I noted the date and time at the bottom of the screen: almost a year ago. I began to feel nauseous as I figured out which tape this was.

My wife Pearl and I had left our two-year-old son in the care of a babysitter, the son of one of my co-workers, and we had gone to a friend’s housewarming party. Pearl got piss drunk and I was the designated driver, so when we got home I practically had to pour her into bed. We had been trying to have another baby and before the party she had mentioned jumping my bones when we got home, so I set the video camera up to tape what I figured would be a mind-blowing fuck, provided I could get a response from her.

I watched as I moved to the bed, opening her blouse. I massaged her nicely-rounded boobs through her bra, making her sigh. I then zipped off her short skirt and moved her panties aside, rubbing her pussy lips and clitoris. She was very wet.

Thinking back, I remembered that I hadn’t taken Todd, the babysitter, back home yet, and had to forgo playing with my near-unconscious wife to do that. However, on the tape I saw in the reflection from the vanity mirror the slightly open bedroom door…and Todd, watching us!

I couldn’t believe it! He was only there for a few seconds and then slipped away when he saw me getting up from the bed. I never knew the little bugger had seen! Well, not many sixteen-year-olds get such an eyeful, and he never mentioned it…no harm done, right?

I had forgotten to turn off the camera as I left the bedroom, closing the door behind me. A minute later I heard it: fast footfalls from my mad dash into the bathroom, as I rushed to the toilet bowl just in time to evacuate most of my stomach contents. I had eaten some shellfish at the party, and I found out later that everyone who did got violently sick that night. I could hear on the tape the retching sounds I made from the bathroom across the hall. I felt sympathy pains in my stomach just listening…I had never been so sick in my life.

I had then asked Todd to stay and continue babysitting while I went to the hospital, green-faced. What followed was eight hours of gut-wrenching agony in a sick bed. When I got back in the morning Todd was asleep on the couch. I gave him a big bonus and he walked home. I collapsed onto our bed and slept like the dead.

I had been thinking about that night and watching my beautiful unconscious wife on the screen, laying there in a stupor, for several minutes. I was just reaching to turn the tape off when the mirror showed the bedroom door opening a little. It was Todd!

“Mrs. Harrison?” he called out softly. With no answer he tentatively crept into the room, blocking the camera’s view of the bed. From that angle he could clearly see her bra and wet panties.

Get the fuck out of there, I was mentally yelling at the kid on the tape as I stared at the screen. How DARE he?!

He called out to my wife again, louder this time. With no response, he moved around to her side of the bed and sat down next to her. All I could do was watch.

He stared at my wife’s substantial bra-covered boobs for about a minute, then moved his head down near her crotch. He paused there and after a moment of confusion I realized he could smell her arousal. After my finger play she had been quite wet.

He reached out and put his hand on her shapely leg, a little above the knee. He gave her a shake. She stretched out her other leg, opening herself up to his view, but that was about it. Emboldened by her lack of resistance he moved his hand up to her inner thigh. Still nothing.

Seemingly shy about going any further toward her pussy, he instead moved his hands to her breasts. He grabbed and squeezed them, watching her face intently for any sign of awareness. There was none, and he was able to find her bra’s front clasp, releasing her milky-white globes.

Even at the camera’s distance I could see that her nipples were erect. She had been horny all that night, grinding her pelvis into me when she had the chance. Todd grasped a nipple between his fingers. A groan escaped Pearl’s lips, and Todd jumped back, ready to run out of the room. However, when she didn’t wake after a minute of him holding his breath, he sat back down.

He leaned forward for a kiss. He nibbled on her lips and she seemed to make a slight effort to return the kisses. He was kissing her at a bad angle so he clambered onto the bed between her legs. His hands returned to her boobs, manhandling (boyhandling?) them as he slobbered over her mouth.

Then he relaxed and lowered his body just enough. His pelvis made contact with hers and she pushed her horny panty-covered cunt back at him. He gasped at the feeling of it through his jeans, then started to dry-hump her.

The sixteen-year-old babysitter was dry-humping my wife in our marital bed, and all I could do was watch.

After a few minutes he pulled back. Thank God, I thought to myself, he realized what a bad thing he was doing. He’s going to go back to the living room, whack off and go to sleep.


He inexpertly pulled off my wife’s panties, then gazed at her distended vaginal lips. He reached out and touched them, causing my wife to push her crotch at his fingers. She was still out of it, and thought Todd was me.

He pulled back, stood there for a moment, and looked at my naked unconscious wife. After having our son Robert she still had a little “mummy tummy”, but I always thought it looked nice; a badge of honor, I had said. Her breasts were larger than before thanks to the pregnancy and breast feeding. She was still a hot little number.

Todd made his decision and took off his pants. NO, I screamed at him in my head. He clambered in between my wife’s legs, pushing his hard little pecker at my wife’s creaming hole. NO! NO! He poked and prodded, obviously knowing a little of what to do, but not how to actually do it. NO! NO! NO! Finally he hit the right spot, and gasped as he sunk himself partway into her.

Pearl groaned. Todd held himself still as he got used to the feel of a woman’s insides. Then he pushed himself further into her, eliciting another groan from my horny wife.

Todd buried his face into my wife’s neck as he pulled out a bit and then pushed in again, this time going all the way in. My wife groaned loudly at this, her legs folding up so that her feet were flat on the bed. Todd reached down to her hips, holding them as he pulled back and jammed himself into her again.

Soon he built up a rhythm. The camera’s microphone picked up their gasps of pleasure, getting louder as they continued. My wife was pushing her pelvis back at the teenaged boy now, her body in heat while her mind was still in la-la land.

Her arms went around the boy’s shoulders while her legs crossed behind his butt, pulling him even deeper. They were rutting into each other, and I heard my wife muttering in her stupor:

“Oh God yes! Fuck me! I love it!”

This was too much for inexperienced Todd. In fact, now that I think about it, it was amazing he held out that long. He groaned loudly and pushed as hard as he could into my wife.

“YES! OH YES! DO IT! Oh Jack…” my wife blathered. I imagined Todd’s smaller boy penis swelling and exploding his young cum deep inside her. I moaned as my cock did the same in my pants as I watched.

Finally it was over. Todd gave Pearl a kiss and pulled out of her. She moaned in disappointment, then rolled over and started to breathe more slowly as she returned to oblivious sleep. By the time sheepish Todd had dressed and left the room, she was in a deep slumber.

Once my post-orgasm high was over, I realized I had just watched the conception of our daughter, Maddie. Well, Pearl’s daughter, anyway. I had made love to my wife the next day, at the tail end of her fertile cycle, and a month later she told me the wonderful news. Maddie had been born a day early…A DAY EARLY. Hindsight is 20/20, they say, and I was now thinking about my daughter’s features. She didn’t REALLY look like me; my wife, sure…and Todd!

I popped the tape out and write-protected it, then put it in a safe place. I did NOT tell Pearl about it. She loves Maddie, and I don’t want to destroy their relationship. Truth to tell, I love Maddie too, even though at that point I knew she wasn’t mine.

Still, something had to be done. That little raping bastard was not going to get away with it.

A few days later I called my co-worker’s house. I asked for Todd, his son, and after a few seconds the boy came on the line.

“Hey, Mr. Harrison, do you need me to babysit?” he asked.

“No. I know what you did to my wife, you little shit.”


“I taped that night a year ago. You didn’t know that, did you, mother fucker?”

Todd started to blubber, but I cut him right off: “Tomorrow, you get your ass over here at 2pm. We’re going to have a talk.”


“And Todd?”


“Bring your sister.”

Ill Conceived Part 2

Todd arrived with his sister Sarah at precisely 1:55pm on Saturday afternoon. I told him 2pm because Pearl had taken the kids to see her parents for the day, so we would have hours to ourselves. I also informed him to dress for swimming.

Sarah was a pretty girl: 15 years old, long brown hair, a little overbite and a slim body with some of the curves that would only become curvier as she got older. She was a knockout, and her breasts looked yummy puffing out the top of her one-piece swimsuit.

“Come in! Come in!” I greeted them warmly, ushering them up to the living room. Sarah hadn’t been here before, and complimented me on our house. Teenaged girls were so easy to impress.

I explained that we were so happy with Todd’s “performance” — at which point I gave him a wink and a sly smile which made his cheeks go red — that I was letting him use our pool today, and if Sarah wanted, could she take over as our babysitter after Todd went away to college? Sarah was flattered and said yes, she would love to.

I turned them loose on the pool. Todd looked bewildered, wondering when the other shoe would drop. Soon, I mused.

After a couple hours of splashing around in the summer sun I called them inside for cucumber sandwiches. When Sarah asked for a drink I brought them each an opened bottle of beer from the fridge.

They both stared at the beers. “Go ahead,” I urged them. “Enjoy yourself. Just one, though.”

At this, they took the proffered bottles, sniffed the hoppy brew and sipped a bit. Though they both made a face at the somewhat bitter taste of lager, they did not hand them back. They were teenagers, after all; they wanted to be adults, not kids. KIDS had to go to bed early. KIDS had to do chores. ADULTS could do what they wanted, when they wanted, and that included drinking. Simple psychology.

After we were done I put a movie on for them to watch in the living room. They kept their bathing suits on and sat on their towels in order to keep the furniture dry. I noticed that Sarah was looking a bit tired.

It was a movie that I had picked just for this occasion. It started out with action but turned sexual partway through. The critics panned it because the plot was all over the place, but it was perfect for my purposes.

I kept watching Sarah as the movie switched gears. She seemed to be having trouble focusing on the movie, but once a couple of the actors started grinding their bodies together I noticed her mouth hanging open as she watched, eyes half-lidded. She licked her lips as the actors pantomimed having sex, and as they “came” I noticed she was rubbing her thighs together.

About 15 minutes later Sarah was asleep. The date rape drug I had obtained from a pharmacist friend (I told him my wife wanted to try it) and slipped into her beer bottle had finally taken effect and she was out. I stood up, startling Todd.

I moved to the couch, where Sarah had laid back. Her legs were apart, feet down on the carpet, and I could make out the outline of her pussy through the swimsuit fabric.

“What are you doing?” Todd exclaimed as I put my hand on his sister’s leg and gave it a shake, which is exactly what he had done to my wife a year ago.

I looked at him. “What do you think I’m doing? Getting revenge for what you did to my family.” I then stripped the bathing suit off the young girl’s shoulders, revealing her magnificent petite breasts.

Todd’s eyes bugged out at seeing his sister’s naked chest, but seemed unsure. He wanted to protect his sister, but I was bigger than him and had a tape of him raping my sleeping wife. He sat where he was, watching.

I reached up and massaged Sarah’s boobs. They were about the size of oranges, and fit my hands nicely. I watched as her nipples, damp from her wet swimsuit, extended in the cool air. I tweaked them, then clamped my mouth on one, sucking her tit meat into my mouth. Her breathing quickened from the sensation.

I moved to the side so I could kiss the drugged girl, and also slipped my hand down to her crotch. I deftly moved the swimsuit fabric aside and played with her young pussy as her big brother watched, unable to stop me.

I moved my mouth back to her wonderful breasts as I finger-fucked her. I monitored her breathing, and as she started to push her hips into my finger I stopped. I moved back down to her legs and pulled the rest of her swimsuit off.

“Uh…” Todd seemed to be ready to object, but one look from me stopped him. I could see he was uncomfortable in his chair, his obvious erection constrained by his trunks.

I removed my clothes quickly and pulled Sarah into a fully laying position on the couch. I brought my cock up to her pussy lips and looked over at Todd for any signs of resistance. His eyes were on her pussy. His curiosity had finally outweighed his outrage.

I pushed in a little bit. Sarah screwed up her face in discomfort. A virgin? I wondered. I moved the head of my penis around a little in the crevice, gathering her vaginal fluids about it, then pushed in a little more.

“Mmm…” she sighed. Her nipples were sticking out like bullets, and I pinched them lightly. I pulled out, saw that the head of my cock was slick with her fluids, and pushed a good couple inches into her. Nope, no hymen, but women can lose their hymen through the use of tampons or sex toys, or even vigorous exercise. She was tight enough to be a virgin, though.

I pulled back again, then pushed halfway into her. My penis isn’t especially long or thick, but at 7 inches I wasn’t small either. Soon her cunny had generated enough fluid that I was able to begin the “old in-and-out”. I pushed her knees back and to the side in order to be able to achieve deeper penetration. I kept an eye on her face to make sure I didn’t go too deep, though…I didn’t want to hurt her.

She took my full length well enough, so I pushed myself all the way into her and ground the root of my cock into her clit. She was gasping at the stimulation, and her (I assume) first fucking.

Her cunt was undulating, milking my cock and I sped up. I looked at Todd, who was still staring at us, unable to tear his eyes away or even make a token resistance, then turned my full attention on the young beauty I was about to fill up with my cum.

I fell onto her, folding her legs back as far as they could go and started to kiss and nip at her neck. Harder, faster…soon…

“Ohh…OHHH!” She was cumming. In her drug-induced state, with the earlier sexy scenes from the movie, she had been stimulated enough that her body responded all the way. I felt her cunt clamp down on my dick and there was no way I could have held back. I erupted, my hot white cream spurting deep within the unconscious young girl. As I spurt within her I felt her cunt walls rippling, her insides responding to the sensation of the warm semen splashing within her.

I was spent. I extracted myself from her incredible pussy and stood up, a long strand of cum still connecting us. I looked at Todd.

“Can we go?” He looked mortified and afraid.

I looked down at the pretty young girl I had just defiled. “She’s still out of it, and won’t be ready to leave for a few hours I think.”

Todd looked crestfallen. “Oh.”

I put my clothes back on and sat down next to him. “We’re even now, Todd. Your sister’s not having her period right now, so I figure there’s about a one-in-three chance that she’s ovulating this week. That’s good enough for me, whether she gets pregnant or not.”

I had purposely left Sarah’s clothes off, and I could see my cum starting to slip out of her. Todd was looking at her again, and not like a brother should look at his sister.

I looked at her and back to him. “Look, no hard feelings…if you want to have a go at her…”

He looked shocked, but returned his gaze to the unconscious naked girl. “I…no, I couldn’t…”

I continued, “I’ve probably already made her pregnant, Todd. Go for it.”

I could see his lower head was winning the fight. It was time to make sure. I got up and started to head downstairs. “I gotta take a crap. Do what you want.” Then as I got out of sight I pulled out the remote control for my video camera and started recording. The camera, hidden in my entertainment center among all the other LED lights, went unnoticed as it started up, the two teenagers directly in its sight. I continued downstairs, secure in the knowledge that I was not present on this new tape.

I waited a few minutes and then quietly headed back up the stairs. I could hear Todd huffing and puffing, and his sister moaning. Simple psychology: his rape of my wife had most likely been his first sexual experience; the most erotic moment of his young life. When presented with the same circumstance and some privacy, the boy chose to again experience sleeping rape.

I poked my head around the corner, careful not to be seen by the camera. Todd was up on his knees deep inside his sister, his hands groping her nipply breasts. Her eyes were still closed, her face rapt with pleasure as she bucked back at him.

My dick sprung back to life at this sight. You see, I knew something that Todd didn’t, and it made my day: after the birth of what I thought was my second child I had had a vasectomy. I couldn’t get little Sarah pregnant…but Todd could!

He was ramming his penis into his sister hard…harder than I had. Her body really seemed to enjoy it, though, as she thrashed her head back and forth.

Todd leaned forward to get greater penetration and planted his lips on hers. They passionately swapped spit as he thrust into her at a frenzied pace.

Finally he could take no more and thrust into her hard, groaning loudly, obviously not caring to keep quiet any more. Sarah cried out as his cock pulsed deep inside her once, twice, three times, four…he started to thrust into her again as she orgasmed as well, her cunt sucking the rest of the potent cream from his balls and deep into her young, hopefully fertile body.

I turned off the camera remotely and came back into the room. Todd quickly got off of his sister, but it was obvious what he had been doing. He looked mortified.

I started to get Sarah back into her swimsuit. “Relax, Todd, she’s a hot piece of ass. No shame in tapping it, even if she’s your sister. It’s not like she’s going to remember it.”

Todd seemed to relax a little at that, and sat down to wait out his sister’s stupor. I covered Sarah with a blanket, and while Todd wasn’t looking I put a pillow under her butt, allowing her brother’s sperm to pool at the back of her vagina, increasing her chances of getting pregnant.


I told Todd about the second tape before he left. He knew better than to try to turn me in, especially since he was the only one on the tape raping his sister.

Sarah did get pregnant, though she of course had no idea who the father was. I convinced her father not to beat the crap out of one of Todd’s friends that had slept over at their house a couple of times, and he thanked me once the boy gave a blood sample and was cleared of paternity.

Once the child was born (my friend’s family is heavily Christian, so abortion was out of the question), I let Todd know about my vasectomy. I think I blew his little mind: He was 18 and already the father of 2 children.

Years later he was arrested for the attempted rape of another woman while she was sleeping. Without her awareness being suppressed by excess alcohol or the date-rape drug his victim had awoken once he started to molest her. I like to think about Todd and what happens to rapists in prison, and imagine that he probably wishes he could sleep through it himself.

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My name is Charlie, everyone calls me CJ, I am 19 at the time of writing. I loved all the stories I have found here and not having a normal sex life I figured I would share with everyone my experiences. The first story I want to share, is one I remember so vividly that it’s as if happened an hour ago. Apologies in advance for any grammatical or structural issues you may find.

How it All Started: My Older Brother

(Starting now everything will be according to when I was a bit younger. Not my current age.) I am just under 5’ blonde hair a couple inches past my shoulders. My bra size at the time is a 32A they were hard and firm with slightly smaller than average nipples. I’m not overweight in the slightest, my body weight is about what you might expect around that age. My butt/hips widened way further than other girls my age, so I had a sizable butt with tiny breasts. I have two brothers who both have brown hair and brown eyes and both are naturally tan, unlike me. The younger one, David, is a few years younger than me with a slim build and kind of nerdy, he spends most of his time playing video games. The older one, Nick, who was in high school, is about 5’8” and is incredibly athletic. (He is more of a jock than anything else (all-state as a sophomore). We all live with our mother because our father died when I was just in elementary school. We live in a two story house with a basement, my mother is on the main floor and my brothers and I are on the second story. Because I am the only girl I have my own room with a bathroom attached while my brothers share one. This isn’t about both of my brothers though, just one of them.

This all started when one time when I had come home from school early because I decided to skip my last two classes. I had recently figured out how to masturbate and how great it is. Sometimes I would rub myself or use the handle of my hairbrush as a toy until I was sore. By skipping class, I thought I would touch myself for a while since I knew that my mother wasn’t coming home till late and because it was Monday my brothers both had to stay after school for activities. My school was only 4 blocks from my house so I walked to and from every day. I had easily 5 hours all to myself.

As soon as I got home I went to my bedroom and stripped everything off knowing no one would be home for hours. Looking at myself in my full length mirror I rubbed my boobs, squeezing them together as much as I could, wishing they were slightly bigger. I ran my hands down my sides rubbing my hips, super proud how they looked. I had the hourglass figure on my bottom half for sure. From there I slid my hand down through my little patch of growing blonde pubic hair, I loved it being the one of the few of my friends who had it. As I turned around, I admired my butt and my back dimples before leaving my bedroom.

I knew I would get thirsty after I was finished, so I went to the kitchen and glass of water from the, teasing myself with my fingers as I walked through my house naked, which was a thrill in itself even though no one was home.

When I got back to my room I immediately got on my bed and laid down not even bothering to get under the sheets. All I had on my mind was how good my warmth felt around my fingers, how moist I was, doing my best to avoid touching my clit. I knew once I touched my clit I would want to start going fast. It always amazes me how wet I get, how my fingers effortlessly glide in-between the lips of my pussy.

Closing my eyes, I lost myself in my pussy, feeling wave after wave as I pushed myself to the brink of cumming and then rubbing my inner thighs while I calmed down, just to start back up again. I don’t know how long I did this for, maybe a half an hour, when I happen to open my eyes to look down at myself and see Nick, my older brother, looking at me from outside my door, backpack in hand, eyes transfixed on the little spot my open legs provided him.

I watched as his eyes traveled up from my pussy to my boobs up to meet my eyes, which was then I snapped out of the shock of seeing him and immediately jumped to my knees on the bed, doing the best I could to cover myself up. He yelled that he was sorry and slammed my bedroom door much harder than I am sure he meant to. I probably sat in bed raddled for 15 minutes before I got off the wet spot I had created on my comforter and went to go shower before everyone got home.

Nick and I didn’t talk for the rest of the night, I even stayed in my room from the embarrassment I felt from him seeing me. I avoided eye contact with him for the next few days and we really only saw each other before leaving in the morning and at night for dinner. He didn’t seem to act any differently than he normally does so I had no idea what to think or anything.

On Thursday night I followed my same routine as I have the past couple days, avoided Nick at every opportunity. In the middle of the night Nick woke up me around one in the morning and he led me into my bathroom, closing the door behind us. My eyes squinted as he turned on the light and motioned me to sit on the cushioned toilet cover. After I sat down he sat down on the floor in front of me.

“CJ, I think we should talk about what you were doing the other day when I got home.”

“Nick, I am sorry, I shou…” he cut me off.

“Look I am really sorry, I didn’t think you would be home and I was not…expecting to see what I saw.”

“I skipped class because….”, I honestly couldn’t come up with a response to explain anything so I just went silent. We just kind of looked at each other for a while in awkward silence. After a minute or so, he broke the silence.

“Hey CJ… could you take your shirt off?” he asked, his eyes moving to my chest and back up to my eyes.

(I go to bed in a long shirt that goes to my thighs and generally I just wear shorts or panties underneath, tonight it was only panties. Nick was wearing a t-shirt and basketball shorts.)

“What? Why?” I crossed my arms uncomfortably.

“Just do it, I want to see you.” He seemed a bit more forceful and less awkward when he said it this time.

I looked at my bare knees thinking, with so many things going through my head. What was he asking, why me, why would he want me to take my shirt off?

“CJ stand up and take your shirt off, come on.” He seemed less confident again, almost pleading.

Him telling me to do it again, seemed to tear down any defense I had in my mind, feeling uneasy, I stood up and proceeded to pull my shirt over my head, my ponytail getting caught for a brief moment.

After I dropped my shirt to the floor next to the tub, I immediately covered my exposed boobs with my hands, as small as they are. Watching me cover them he stood up and pulled down my arms by my forearms, exposing them again for him. After looking at them for a moment he grasped them both in his hands, rubbing them gently.

“These are beautiful, I love your boobs CJ, they are so amazing and soft.” He said to me as he touched them. I couldn’t come up with anything so I stayed silent.

He moved his thumbs along the bottom of my breasts as he as he rubbed and circled my nipples until they were hard. Once he was done rubbing them he sat back down on the floor, his hand running over my hip on his way down.

“Now your panties, can you take them off.”

I was honest afraid he would tell me to again, my walls were already torn down from taking off my shirt, so slowly, I pulled down my panties, showing my little patch of blonde hair. Once my panties were down I kicked them to the side and crossed my legs, covering my patch with my hands, feeling completely exposed.

“CJ, sit down, and please do what you were doing the other day” Looking me up and down as he said it.

I sat down but kept my legs crossed and with what little resistance I had left and asked him,
“I am your sister, why…”

“CJ please, it will feel good and I want to see what I saw again.” His voice seemed to break a little bit.

Not even knowing why I did it, I opened my legs, put my foot on the tub, and ran my fingers through my pussy for the first time since he caught me. Immediately, I didn’t care that he was there, I wanted to feel good, it had felt like forever since I came.

I rubbed right my opening with two fingers in little circles, a bit surprised with how wet I already was. I ran my fingers up and down between the lips of my pussy, enjoying the familiar wave of pleasure washing over me. I looked down at him, he seemed mesmerized by my pussy and how wet I was. I continued running my fingers over my opening, sometimes sliding my middle finger inside myself to hit a really good spot and then I would go back to rubbing all around my lips.

As I reached up to rub my boob while I touched myself, I noticed him move a bit. When I looked at him he was pulling his boxers down and he began stroking his dick while he looked at me. I have never seen one before, it was fully hard and thicker than I had expected, darker than his normal skin tone. As hard as he was he didn’t seem huge. It looked like he felt really good while he watched me. This excited me, that I wasn’t the only one feeling so good. Without thinking I leaned my head back and started rubbing my clit in quick circles, I felt pressure starting to build up, much quicker than I was used to.

I tried to stay as quiet as I could because people were home, I am sure that if the door to my bathroom and bedroom weren’t closed someone would hear me and wake up. I almost screamed when I felt my hips being adjusted and my hand get pushed out of the way, before I could knew what was happening, at the same time I opened my eyes and looked down he planted his tongue into my clit. The pressure I had begun to feel immediately released and I squeezed my legs together while my body took control of itself, wave after wave until I finally relaxed. I had never felt something so soft and gentle but so stimulating against it.

Looking at Nick sitting on the floor in front of me, not realizing when he got his head out from between my thighs, I now felt extremely bad. He was looking at me in almost amazement, like I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, stroking his dick quickly, while his eyes moved over every part of me.

“Nick…are you ok I am really sorry.”

He didn’t say a word, just continued stroking, it was like he didn’t even hear me. I looked at his dick as he rubbed it up and down, almost with a desire to touch it because of how good it seemed to make him feel.

Just as I was about to get on the floor with him, he stood up and removed his shirt. He had such defined abs and chest muscles. I couldn’t look away as he got closer to me and lifted me off the toilet. I felt his hard dick pressing against my under-thigh and wow I never would’ve thought guys get so hard.

“What are you doing?? Put me down.” I looked at his eyes for the first time since he had removed his shirt. He was gazing into mine. He set me on the sink and kissed me.

I had kissed boys before but not like this, it was so soft. I felt his tongue press against my lips so I let him in, letting me lead me completely. Again…I was at a loss I didn’t know what to do, everything was happening almost in slow motion but it was like my reaction time didn’t exist.

As he kissed me he started rubbing my breasts again, and this time, it felt good, I felt a small chill run from my pussy through my body and I put my arms around his neck and fell into him. He continued touching me everywhere, avoiding my pussy completely, until he found a spot that made me moan. He rubbed me just on my hips, it felt so good. I ran my hands over his chest while he focused on rubbing my hips/butt.

We were both breathing hard at this point and my moans I think elevated how he was feeling. All of a sudden, I felt something rub against my clit. I jumped and looked down and he had begun to rub his hard cock against my clit…back and forth. In that moment I noticed his cock was throbbing while he moved it, it would continue to make small jumps every time he ran the length of it over me.

He lifted my chin up and kissed me again and fell into his lips again. While kissing me he pressed his cock against my pussy… against the opening.

I opened my eyes about to protest then he pressed into me, and I felt electric pain and he pushed into my opening.

“Nick, nick no…” I held my arounds around his neck tightly. He didn’t seem to listen. I was only able to get that one phrase out.

He pushed against my opening multiple times, not able to get in hardly at all, and the pain started to subside as I felt him enter me. Then out of no where, it felt like my body gave up and just let him in… I can’t describe the feeling other than I felt him fill me up as I felt his cock go all the way inside me, all the way until his hips were completely against my thighs…I could’ve wrapped my legs around him he was so close. It felt huge…he did not look as big as this felt.

Before I could say anything, his body became really rigid, and groaned not moving, still pushed all the way inside me. I felt was his cock throb and pulse repeatedly. As his body loosened up he leaned close, kissed me, and embraced me with a hug.

“Charlie, I love you.” He whispered into my ear.

He used my full first name which through me off guard. I didn’t know what to say or anything, so I just replied with, “I love you too.”

After our embrace, he backed away, sliding out of me, it was at that moment I realized what had happened as I felt it. I looked down and saw his thick white cum, oozing out of me. I was in shock and did not know what to say. I looked down at his cock and it was nothing like it was a moment ago, it was really wet, pointing completely downward, much smaller. I couldn’t believe it had gotten so small.

“CJ don’t tell anyone…please.” he looked at me almost as if he half regretted what had just transpired.

“I won’t” I replied slightly out of breath.

After that he put his boxers and shirt back on. During this I just sat on the sink watching him. He kissed me on the cheek, said goodnight and helped me off the sink. My legs felt like jelly but I was able to stand. He walked out of the bathroom and left my room, leaving the bathroom door open.

Still feeling him leak out of me, I slid my panties on and left the bathroom turning off the light. I went to my dresser and put a tank-top on because that was the first thing I saw. I crawled into bed and tried to contemplate what just happened. I just had sex. For the first time. My older brother was the one to do it. It was strange and I think I liked it, but it never felt wrong. I stayed up for a while before sleep took me, hopefully things will be more clear tomorrow.

I encourage any input anyone may have, I told this exactly as I remember it. Please comment what you think, if I get enough positive responses I will write more .
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My wife and I have taken to writing our fantasies out as short stories to help better explain them to one another. Here is mine. I hope you enjoy.

   Solomon’s watch read 10:15, he’d be here any moment. Karen was primping in the bathroom, making sure her make-up and short black hair were just so. They would be meeting a stranger for what was to be Solomon’s anniversary gift from Karen. She was going to pull the mysterious paramour to the bed and disrobe him and worship his cock while Solomon watched from just out of reach. Solomon found himself sneaking glances at Karen in her voluptuous frame wrapped in a red lace body stocking, make-up at her date-night finest, and bottle of wine circulating through her system.

   “Are you sure you want to do this babe? You don’t have to you know.” Solomon said wrapping his arms around Karen from behind.

   “Positive, babe.” Karen said whipping around to face her husband. “Besides, I kinda want to do this. Sounds fun, and everything I do to him, I can do to you afterwards” Solomon swallowed hard at that thought. “Besides, he’s made his position clear.” Karen giggles as her hand found Solomon through his pants, growing from arousal, and kissed him gently.

   The knock at the door broke the kiss and Karen winked and glided toward the bed while Solomon went to answer the door. The man on the other side was tall, young and handsome. Strong bodied under semi-formal clothes. Solomon greeted him with a handshake and pulled him in. 

   “Deacon” the man stated.


   “Good to meet you, and this is the lovely Karen?” Deacon motioned to the laced-bound bombshell.

   “The one and only!” Karen smiled. “Should we sit and chat or jump right to it?” Karen asked biting her lip, eyeing Deacon up and down.

   “The quicker the better.” Solomon said quickly. “I have plans for you after this, you know.”

   “Very well then.” Karen giggled again, wine in full effect. She patted the bed next to her with her seductive gaze locked on Deacon. He wasted no time. He sat on the bed just across from where Solomon was sitting. Karen next to him. “One sec” Karen chirped as she jumped up and strode to Solomon for one more deep long kiss before the performance, then moved back to Deacon. She sat on the bed next to him and immediately ran her hand up his inner though, smiling when she felt the obstruction under Deacon’s pants. Karen stroked it gently. She whispered what must have been instructions into Deacon’s ear because his belt suddenly popped off and his pants and boxer briefs hit the floor revealing a girthy throbbing member, semi-erect already. “It’s so thick, I love it!” Karen exclaimed slowly stroking it. “Are you ready, babe?” Karen asked.

   “I am. Go ahead, babe.” Solomon nodded. It was all she needed. Her smile parted and two rose-red lips puckered, planting a kiss directly on the opening of Deacon’s hard cock, then slipped her lips over it and took him in her mouth. The initial plunge took Deacon nearly to the base, Karen was always a practiced cock sucker and a master of her craft. Solomon was instantly aroused at the site of her, with his penis already now fully erect. Karen lifted off of Deacon’s shaft and leaned down, taking his balls on her hand and gently kissing each one before gently sucking one into her mouth. Deacon gasped and moaned lightly as her tongue gently flicked at his scrotum. A free hand stroked his shaft as she worked his balls around with her tongue, even leaning him back she could press her tongue between them at the base of his cock and gently suck like she was gping to leave a hickey.

   “Oh my God, you are incredible.” Deacon moaned.

   “I know” Karen smiled “hold your praise though, I’ve barely begun.” Karen immediatly moved her hand from his shaft to his balls and returned her lips to his head, sticking her tonue just between her lips and his dick and running it around the head of his cock. The tongue receded and she slid back down on him. Slowly and seductively, eyes fixed on Solomon who was completely lost in her. If she could smile around suck a wide thing, she most certainly would be. She slid down farther showing off her practiced reflex. As to say she didn’t have one at all, treating Solomon to a long and slow motion of Karen repeatedly making a swollen member disappear over and over again.

   “Holy shit.” Deacon moaned as he squirmed under Karen. His hands starting climbing up Karen’s leg until his hand was able palm her ass. She moaned as his hand squeezed and lightly slapped her heart shapped ass. Karens eyes darted to Solomon, cock still deep in her mouth.

   “It’s ok, babe. If you want him to reciprocate, I don’t mind.” Solomon said with a sly grin. Karen didn’t hesitate. She swung her body on top of Deacon, pressing a wet warm pussy into his face. The young man wasted no words and promptly pressed his face into her. She moaned lightly at his effort and even pulled off of his cock to stroke him while she caught her breath. She dribbled a glob of spit down onto his throbbing red rod, then dropped back down on to it. Taking just more than his head, she moved her hands so they wove around his cock and she stroked him with a twisting motion while she sucked his cock. The slurping sounds filled the room while her lips massaged him. She stopped from time to time to roll her tongue up and down his length and gently kiss the opening of his member.

   “I’d say he likes it, babe.” Karen cooed.

   “Probably, almost as much as I am.” Solomon smiled, rubbing his hard dick through his slacks. A dark spot forming where his pre-cum has emerged.

   “You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” Karen said.

    “I’ll enjoy myself a whole lot more here in a bit.”

   “Yeah you will.” Karen said with a wink. Then proceeded to go back down on Deacon briefly before popping back up. “I want to empty his balls first though.” She plunged on his cock again moving her hand to caress his balls while she sucked him. As she did Deacon’s hands rose and found her round breasts ensnared in the red lace stocking and gently squeezed them. You always knew when you did something Karen liked because her pace would immediatley uptick, and with Deacon’s hands, she did just that. Her pace sucking his cock hastened and her strokes deepened. Soon Deacon was fucking Karen’s throat fast enough for his balls to bounce upward but she persisted. The lack of a gag seemed to work for him because he hasted as well.

   “I’m gonna cum!” Deacon said pulling away from Karen’s pussy.

   “Hurry, I want to swallow all of you.” Karen begged before taking Deacon to the base. It was good timing too. As soon as she did, Deacon began grunting and Solomon could see Deacons cock pulsating and the slight retracting of his balls. He was dumping every drop he had into Karen’s throat and by the bobbing of the swell in her throat, she was swallowing every hot spurt. She pulled off of him and milked his cock until a bead of cum climbed out and she licked it off. She repeated this until no cum could be wrung from his now softening cock. Karen sucked him a little longer until he was completely flaccid.

   “Wow, that was easily the best I’ve ever had!” Deacon said through heavy breathing.

   “I bet it was!” Karen said laughing and shuffling to his face. “But now you have to go, your cock was fun but it isn’t the main event”. With a  kiss on the cheek, Deacon was dressed and out the door. Karen stood and glided over to Solomon. Body hot and red. Breasts engourged and nipples erect. Vagina red and dripping. Lipstick slightly smeared across her lips. “Your turn, babe, and I won’t be pulling punches like I did for him. I intend to suck you dry.”

   “Good, though I wouldn’t mind putting a load or two in between the other pair of lips too”.

   “We can negotiate that.” Karen smiled grabbing Solomon by the shirt and pulling him toward her

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Princess Malakisha, a vicious rakshasa, enjoys breaking in a new slave.

The Rakshasa’s Heart
Chapter One: Rakshasa’s New Slave
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Princess Malakisha – Ankush, The Queendom of Naith

The Arena exploded with cheers, the peasants and lowborn humans rising in the stands, screaming their bloodlust as the new fighters entered the white sands. I leaned forward in my seat in the royal box, a palpable excitement shooting through my heart as the gladiators marched towards the center.

“Oh, you are going to love this match, dear cousin,” Kushini purred, her pink tongue licking her furry chops. Her leather pants creaked as she rubbed her thighs together. Whiskers twitched and her tiger-like ears flicked. Her breasts, both bare, quivered in anticipation. She ran a hand up her rich, dark skin, cupping a breast. The nipple ring piercing her right nub glinted in the sunlight, marking her a member of the royal family. Like all rakshasas, she looked like a human woman from the neck down. But her head was that of an orange-striped tiger, feral and wild.

I played with my own nipple ring, my ears flicking. A wet itch swelled in my pussy at the striking, brawny Halanian gladiator who strode out. He was a new acquisition. I could see his muscles ripple beneath his ebony skin, his head gleaming in the harsh sunlight streaming onto the white sands of the arena. Splashes and pools crimson glistening across the otherwise pristine fighting area, still fresh from the last fight.

I breathed, my sense of smell enhanced in my Rakshasa form. I never let my human face appear in public. The mortification of appearing like one of the vermin who scurry through the Queendom and who filled the stands would lower my status among the royal family for years.

“Yes, he is a treat,” Kushini purred. She squeezed her tits, her slitted eyes sparkling with lust. “Can you smell him? The promise?”

“Yes,” I purred, tugging on my nipple ring. Unlike Kushini, I dressed as befit my station, a princess of the Queendom of Naith. I wore a purple sari trimmed in gold that covered my left breast and fell down to my mid thighs. I wasn’t a whore in tight pants and baring both tits.

Or a deviant who demeaned myself by fighting in the arena like a human.

The sword Kushini wore was a disgrace. Such an open exhibition of power. No subtly. And she was second in line to the throne! Two deaths away from being queen.

“I watched him spar yesterday,” Kushini moaned. “Oh, dear cousin, you should have seen him fight.”

“You think he can defeat Henyak?” I asked as Queen Adroyna, our grandmother, stepped up to the front of the box, still looking regal despite her age, her orange fur spotted with gray that gave her an air of dignity.

None had ruled longer than Grandmother. Three of her daughters, my own mother included, and two granddaughters had died trying to assassinate her. And she had dealt with her own brood sisters and jealous aunts before I was even a glimmer in my mother’s eyes.

She exuded strength without resorting to something as crass as wearing a sword on her hip.

“Such a delicious fighter,” Queen Adroyna said. “So strong.”

“His blood shall decorate the sands,” boasted Henyak from below. He was a brawny human, a native Naithan with brown skin. He wore a kilt of leather straps studded with iron studs and a steel helmet, his trident gripped in hand. He was a champion, a man who had fought for years and years. No longer even a slave.

He enjoyed the danger. Especially fighting new gladiators with promise, ending any threats to his supremacy before they could rival him.

“Such a promise,” Queen Adroyna purred. “Kill him, and I shall shower you in gold, my beloved Henyak.”

“He’ll have to close his eyes to fuck her old cunt,” Kushini purred beside me only loud enough so our body slaves and me could hear.

Lucy, my pale-skinned slave, gave a wicked giggle as she knelt before me naked, her skin glistening with expensive oils, filling the air with a lovely scent of lavender and holding at bay the unwashed reek of the peasants crowding the stands, eager for their entertainment and relief from the drudgery of their pointless lives.

My eyes flicked to the Halanian. Bakiir didn’t appear afraid at all. I caught a flash of white. A smile. A mocking grin as he flicked his sword and held onto his round, wooden shield. His sword arm was clad in banded steal from forearm to shoulder. Beside that, he wore a loincloth, showing off his solid body.

Those muscles.

“Lucy,” I purred, “attend me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” my beloved slave-girl purred. She was my treasure. Secaran slaves were so rare. That pale skin was so exotic. I made sure she stayed out of the sun. She shifted, lifting her youthful face. I’d owned her for three years, molding her into the perfect servant. I saw the love in her brown eyes, the smile on her lips, her face delicate, farmed by her soft, brown hair.

She pushed my thighs apart, her fingers sending shudders up my body. My heart raced. I petted her hair, loving her hot kisses on my flesh as she moved up my thigh towards my burning pussy. How I treasured her.

Loved her.

My heart, though none of my sisters, cousins, aunts, or even my grandmother could know that I loved her. They would use her against me. In public, she was just my pussy licking slave.

I shuddered as her lips found my shaved twat. They were so soft and hot and wet as she nuzzled against my pussy. Then her tongue flicked out, making my entire body shudder and a purr rise in my throat. My eyes were locked on the gladiators, Bakiir and Henyak taking their positions.

“Such bold confidence in Bakiir,” Kushini said, rubbing her thighs together. “I can see why you are so wet for him, Malakisha.”

“Mmm, yes,” I groaned, the sound of my name drawing my attention from the fighters. “What a slave he would make.”

“You would buy him?” Kushini’s ears twitched.

I didn’t show my wince. I was so excited, my blood boiling. Bakiir was a specimen. So solid. So strong. He could break me in half. How sweet it would be to see him on his knees before me, begging to worship my cunt.

Lucy’s tongue slid through my pussy folds and flicked my clit. I groaned, my ears and whiskers twitching. I pulled hard on the gold ring piercing my nipple, twisting the dark nub. The tingles raced down to my hot pussy, to my clit bathed by Lucy’s amazing tongue.

“Start it,” Kushini purred, her body so tense now, her nipples thrusting so hard from her small dress. She was so short and petite, a waifish Rakshasa, almost innocent-looking until you saw the bloodlust in her eyes. “Fight!”

“Kill him, Henyak,” Queen Adroyna said.

The men sprang at each other. Bakiir’s muscles rippled as he moved across the white sands, dust kicking up from his sandaled feet. My pussy clenched, Lucy’s tongue feeling so wonderful as she probed it into my snatch. I moaned as she savored the spicy taste of my musk.

Kushini tensed then let out a purring moan as Henyak’s trident crashed into Bakiir’s shield, wooden splinters flying. Then Bakiir’s sword swung, striking the trident. Metal rang as the men danced around each other, both their bodies rippling, oiled by sweat and glistening in the noon sun.

I watched Bakiir intently as he moved. I loved every moment of his powerful body moving. I seized Lucy’s hair with my left hand, pulling my beloved slave’s mouth deep into my cunt. I ground on her as the air rang with weapons meeting, clattering.

The crowd cheered.

Bloodlust thickened the air.

Kushini purred.

Other princesses in the stands watched, some having body slaves devour their pussies or fuck their cunt, brawny slaves who would breed dominating daughters. Rakshasas who would claw and fight and make the Queen of Naith stronger by fending off their attacks.

What a daughter Bakiir would give me.

“Oh, yes,” I groaned as the men came together. I gripped Lucy’s hair so tight, humping against her wonderful tongue.

The beautiful girl caressed my thighs as her tongue slid through my folds and brushed my clit. My nub throbbed, my pleasure swelling in my depths. Delight rippled through me. I purred louder and louder. She sucked on my labia. She nibbled on my clit. She pleased me while I watched the men fight.

Crimson flashed. Blood sheeted down Henyak’s chest, a glancing blow from Bakiir’s sword.

“Yes,” moaned Kushini, an orgasmic sound, her fingers pulling on both her nipples. She purred as loud as me now. “Kill!”

She licked her chops as Henyak roared, thrusting hard with his trident. Fast, quick thrusts, driving Bakiir back. My pussy clenched, my stomach tensing. My orgasm swelled in me as Bakiir took a wound in his thigh. Blood spurted.

I groaned.

My nose twitched. Over the lavender oils adorning my slave, I smelled that wonderful aroma. Blood. Coppery. Vital. Life. I breathed in Bakiir’s scent as his leg buckled. It collapsed, bringing him to a kneeling crotch, leaving him vulnerable.

Lucy sucked on my clit.

I sucked in a deep breath.

“Kill him,” moaned Kushini, on the verge of orgasming from the violence alone.

Henyak drew back his trident as he kicked aside Bakiir’s shield, leaving the Halanian open to attack.

I smiled, seeing the look on Bakiir’s face as he faced death.

And came.

My pussy spasmed. Juices flooded into Lucy’s hungry mouth. My heart lapped at the cream flooding out of my pussy. I shuddered, my tits heaving, my left beneath my sari, my right exposed for all to see. I yowled and growled.

Henyak thrust.

“Las’s cock, yes!” growled Kushini, shuddering beside me in orgasmic delight.

Bakiir acted.

He sprang to the side, using his wounded leg. He wasn’t crippled like Henyak and the crowd thought. Bakiir rolled, bringing his sword up and swinging it hard. Henyak tried to recover, to pull back, but the blade caught him in the throat.

I shuddered, my pussy spasming so hard, rapture surging through me as the blood spurted. The crimson arched through the air. Kushini yowled so loud, then roared out as her powerful climax wracked her lithe body.

The rapture boiled my mind as I stared at Bakiir, his enemy’s blood splashing across his dark chest, adding color to that ebony body. I licked my tongue across my chops, Lucy lapping up my juices gushing out of my pussy.

“Yes!” I snarled. “Yes! Auction!”

Queen Adroyna’s head shot to me, her graying ears twitching as she stared at me heaving in orgasmic delight. “You wish to buy him, Granddaughter?”

“Yes,” I yowled. “Auction!”

Konayveh leaned over and whispered to Queen Adroyna. He was a brawny, red-skinned Thlinian slave, chief of the queen’s bodyguard. Her head nodded as she looked at me. “It has been three months since you initiated an auction.”

I licked my chops, my orgasm peaking. “I know, Grandmother.”

Her eyes narrowed. She had been looking forward to fucking Henyak. Her peach should be dry at her age, but she kept it lubed with young men. The queen turned, facing Bakiir as he stood over his enemy, breathing hard, blood streaming down his wounded thigh. He faced the queen.

“Auction, gamemaster,” she snarled.

The fat human who ran the games stepped out, his body draped in expensive gems. He had glutted on the entertainment of the capital. He rubbed his chubby fingers together as he stepped up beside Bakiir.

“Your august majesty,” he said with a bow. “Let the bidding start at 500 dupondius.”

“900 dupondius,” Kushini barked as she gained her feet and rushed towards the edge of the box. My ears twitched as she shot a look over her shoulder, licking her chops. Her right hand rested on the hilt of her sword, fingering the pommel, an ivory tiger head snarling in bloodlust.

I stood, my ears twitching. My fangs hungered for her throat. That cunt! “1000 dupondius.” She would force me to waste my income for the month on this slave. I strode forward. “You have good taste, Kushini.”

“So do you, Malakisha,” she said, no hint of her pettiness in her voice.

“1100 dupondius,” pregnant Atoshia said. She was my niece though she was older than me by two months. Her tiger ears twitched. She gave me a hungry smile. “Yes, you do have good taste, Auntie Malakisha.”

I ran my tongue over my fangs. Oh, wouldn’t it be nice to just rip out her throat right now, too. But I couldn’t show weakness like that. Killing publicly, killing out of anger, was trivial. Brutal and easy. No, when you killed your rival, it had to be planned, it had to be elegant. It had to be done at a distance, but clearly at your command, proof that you were a cunning killer. A true predator.

Something Kushini should learn. Twice she’d killed with her sword.

“1500 dupondius,” Kushini said, her whiskers twitching with amusement.

“You must really want to lick his body clean of Henyak’s blood,” I said.

She shuddered in delight. “Such a treat doesn’t come along that often.”

“1600 dupondius,” I said, licking my chops.

“Interested in blood yourself?” Kushini gave me a side-long glance. “I thought your interest ran towards…other refreshments.”


Her whiskers twitched. “2000 dupondius.”

My niece gave a vicious snarl, pushing off from the railing and marching away, clutching at her swollen belly. Lucy giggled behind me. I glanced at my cousin and said, “2000 dupondius is a lot to pay for a man you’ll use once. Unless you plan on doing more than practice your sword on him.”

“He is skilled.”

“Especially when he’s unarmed,” I said. “2100 dupondius!”

“Unarmed?” Her words were flat, a hint of a growl rumbling in her throat. “You think I’d waste him with such needless butchery.”

“Isn’t that what you do with all those slaves you buy?”

“Garbage from the docks.” A delicious shudder ran through Kushini. “Now him… He is something special. Look at him. Bleeding but standing so strong, so proud. He maybe a slave, but he doesn’t believe it.”

“No, he doesn’t,” I said, staring at him.

“2500 dupondius,” Kushini shouted, a glint in her eye. “How badly do you want to see him worshiping you like that little whore behind you?”

Anger flared in me. But I didn’t rise to her insult. I didn’t even twitch a whisker. “2600 dupondius.”

“That badly,” Kushini said. “Enjoy him, my dear Malakisha.”

“I will.” Then I gave her a look. “Though I considered letting you have him. How much more can you borrow from your mother before she grows angry with you.”

Her lips curled back, baring fangs. Then she whirled and stalked off, her two brawny slaves following after her. I leaned on the railing, staring down at the slave. Lucy pressed up beside me, her lavender scent filling my nose.

“He is a gorgeous one, Mistress.”

“Yes, he is,” I said. Then, in my mind, added, my heart to the end of the sentence. “He will be worth every gold coin.”

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My pussy burned as my new slave was chained into place. Bakiir stood defiant. I’d paid for the priest of Gewin to heal his wound. I wanted him whole and unmarred before my fun. Thushin and Issanik, two of my favorite slaves, yanked Bakiir’s thick arms into place.

His face was hard, eyes defiant. He didn’t resist Thushin and Issanik, but he wanted to. I could see it in his face. His thoughts worked behind his defiant mask, pondering how to escape. He knew Thushin and Issanik were as strong as him. And I had more slaves in my kennels, other brawny warriors that I’d broken.

He would try to fool me with complacency.

I loved my dungeon. It was the favorite part of my quarters in the Zigurrat. Dark and sweltering, the heat trapped in here. No airy balconies to enjoy the sight of the city of Ankush spread out before me, no cooling breezes to take away the heat. Not in here. The walls were unrelieved stone. Black iron chains hung from the ceiling, each ending in manacles. From hooks on the wall hung my toys, all my flails and whips and paddles and crops. So many fun instruments to play with.

The manacles snapped shut about Bakiir’s wrists, the locks clicking into place. Then Thushin and Issanik pulled on the chains, ratcheting them tight. Bakiir’s arms were yanked upward and away from his body, pulling taunt the muscles of his torso. His face flickered, feeling the strain in his arms.

“Mmm, you are such a brawny delight,” I purred, walking around him. My hand trailed across his ebony flesh, feeling the hardness of his muscles. Stone. Unyielding. My fingers slid down his back to his ass, squeezing it. “You are going to be such a delight.”

“I’m not afraid of your whips,” he growled.

“Good,” I purred, nuzzling my furry muzzle between his shoulder blades. He was so tall as well as broad-shouldered. My whiskers tingled as I rubbed them across his back. He shuddered as I licked at his spine, tasting the salt of his sweat.

My pussy was so wet.

I pressed my naked crotch into his ass, humping against him, my nipples rubbing on his back. I never wore clothes in my dungeon. No one did. This was a place of pleasure and pain, and those were best experienced naked. My hands reached around him, my pussy growing more and more juicy. I felt his rippling abs on my way down to his cock.

And what a cock.

I gripped his girth, my pussy clenching in eager anticipation. I licked at his spine again, sliding up his shoulder blades and making him groan. His dick twitched in my hand, hardening, swelling, growing even bigger as I stroked him.

“Mmm, yes,” I groaned. “Doesn’t that just feel nice?”

He didn’t answer.

My hand squeezed hard on the tip of his dick, crushing his crown. My other hand found his balls, holding them. “I asked you a question, slave.”

“Yes,” he said.

I squeezed his balls. Hard.

He bucked, teeth grinding against teeth as he fought the pain. His ass clenched. I shuddered, rubbing my clit on his hard muscles, tingles racing through his body. Chains rattled as he fought the pain.

I loved warriors.

“Mistress,” I said. “You address me as Mistress. Understand?” I relaxed my hand on his balls.

“Yes…Mistress,” he said, the defiance thick in his voice. He’d give me this, make me think he weakened. But soon he’d mean it.

I stroked his cock again, still hard, his precum growing slippery at the tip. “Good.” I gave him a love bite, letting him feel my fangs but not penetrating the muscles of his upper back. “So answer my question. Does this feel good, slave?”

He shuddered, my hand stroking so fast, my thumb rubbing that thick, spongy crown. “Yes, Mistress.”

“See,” I told him. “What did you think I would do to you here? Hurt you?”

He gave a barking laugh. “I know how you Rakshasa’s deal with men.”

“Oh, that we hurt you? Make you bleed and howl? That we eat you?” I licked my lips. “That’s so true. But we need you, too. You might be the one I finally breed with. The father of my first daughter. She might be queen one day. Doesn’t that excite you?”

“No,” he growled.

“Mmm, but your dick says otherwise. You are so hard. So eager for it. You didn’t even soften when I crushed your balls.” I squeezed them again, his cock throbbing in my hand as he grunted through his teeth. “Oh, yes, you are going to be so much fun to hurt.”

I pulled away from him, my pussy dripping. I glanced around the room. Lucy knelt like I’d trained her, her eyes staring up at me, shining with such dewy excitement. Beside her knelt my two male slaves, their cocks both hard before them.

I had trained them well. “Thushin, the chair. Lucy, my heart, choose your instrument.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Thushin said, rising.

“Mmm, I will, my heart,” Lucy said as she rose, her small tits bouncing. They were such lovely breasts. My eyes flicked down to her tight slit, her pussy freshly shaved and glistening. The gold ring piercing her clit, marking her a royal slave, was coated in her excitement.

She loved whipping a man as much as me.

Thushin stood, his brown skin rippling. He was a native Naithan, his cock bouncing before him as he moved to the stout, wooden chair in the corner and sat on it. His dick was so hard; the cock ring tied about the base made it so swollen. He could not cum, could not get relief for his erection, until I allowed him.

My pussy clenched as I moved to him, turning, and lowering myself to his lap.

His cock brushed my pussy. I shivered, my hips undulating, then I slid my cunt down his dick. I groaned, his shaft spreading me open. He filled me with his girth. I groaned, my ears twitching as I took more and more until he filled me with his girth.

He groaned, arms hugging me. His strong hands roamed my stomach, touching me as I watched Lucy go to the wall, staring at the various whips and flails, her slim hips wiggling with excitement, her brown hair sweeping down her lithe back.

“Which shall she choose for you, slave?” I asked, staring at Bakiir.

He stared at me, eyes so hard. “I don’t know…Mistress.”

My pussy clenched hard on Thushin’s cock. He groaned, his hands squeezing me. I leaned back into his brawny chest, savoring his strength. He was so solid. His hands moved, one sliding down to tease my clit, the other to grope my breast. My ears twitched as he nuzzled his face into my fur.

Lucy smiled, pulling out a thin riding crop made out of stiff bull leather. She swung it in the air, shuddering at the stinging sound. “I think this will do, my heart.”

“Indeed,” I purred, staring at Bakiir’s eyes as Lucy advanced on him from behind.

Swish. SMACK!

He grunted, his body tensing as the riding crop crashed into his mouth. His ebony cock bounced before him. I squirmed on Thushin’s dick, stirring his shaft through my pussy. A wild wave of heat washed through me.


A twitch crossed his forehead as his body drank in the stinging pain. Lucy had such a wicked smile on her lips as she walked around him, her hand caressing his muscular body. She reached his cock, her pale fingers wrapped about his ebony girth.

“Mmm, did you like the kiss of my crop, slave?” she asked.

His eyes snapped down to her. “No, I didn’t, slave.”

Lucy shivered, stroking his dick with her left hand and cracking the riding crop across his chest with the other. I purred at the stinging slap echoing through the room. I shivered upon my slave’s cock, his rough finger rubbing at my clit, sending such delight through me.

“Slave?” Lucy asked. “Oh, I am so much more than a slave.”


Her fingers rubbed the crown of Bakiir’s dick.

“I’m your punishment and your reward,” Lucy purred, stroking his dick faster. She leaned in, licking at the dark welt rising across the muscles of his chest.

He sucked in a breath, arms pulling at his chains as she licked along it.

“Mmm, I can give you pleasure.” She rubbed the palm of her hand into the tip of his dark dick, her pale ass wiggling. “Or I can give you pain.”

She bit his nipple. Hard.

“Worship our Mistress, and you get pleasure.” Lucy purred. “Defy her, and you get pain.”

The crop swung hard.


I purred louder. I shuddered on Thushin’s cock. I loved watching my heart work. She was such a wonderful woman. So loving, so vicious, so eager to inflict pain for both our pleasures. I could watch her play for hours.

“Do you want to worship her?” Lucy asked, falling to her knees before him. She still stroked his huge cock. “Do you want to be rewarded?”

He gave me a stony look, full of all his stoic defiance. He would take every whipping she gave him without flinching. He promised to never break, to never worship me, to never be my obedient slave like Thushin and Issanik.

I groaned, wiggling more, purring louder. I drank in his defiance. Pleasure rippled through me, partly from Thushin’s finger rubbing hard circles on my clit, but more from this strong, defiant man before me. Oh, I loved it.

And then Bakiir’s forehead furrowed. His defiance cracked. It was easy to fight pain, but when you had a hot, beautiful woman’s mouth locked about your cock, sucking so hard… That was hard to fight. He shuddered, arms pulling against the chains as she bobbed her head. I could hear her noisy sucks, my clit throbbing, knowing how delicious her mouth was.


She cracked the crop into his chest as she sucked. It swished again over her head to smack into him. He shuddered as it struck him, pain and pleasure burning through his body at the same time. I loved it. I smelled the salty scent of his cock mixing with hot pussies.

Lucy dripped her sweet juices down her thighs.


She moaned, sucking hard on his cock, her head moving. Her ass wiggled as he knelt before him. I loved the sight of her pale butt-cheeks and her lithe back. Her brown hair danced about her shoulders. And then there was his solid, ebony bulk, such a contrast between the two.


I purred louder and louder. Thushin’s hands moved from my breast and clit. He grasped my waist, lifting me with his brawny strength, fucking my pussy up and down his restrained cock. He groaned, savoring the delight of my cunt.


While I savored the delight of Lucy working.


Bakiir’s face tightened. He grunted, groaned, fighting against her sucking mouth. The chains rattled and clinked. The riding crop slapped into him over and over. The welts rose on his flesh, marks of pain while pleasure boiled through him.

It confused him.

“Yes,” I purred. “You want that release.”

He shook the chains.

“You want to explode into her hot, sultry mouth.” My pussy clenched on Thushin’s cock. He hefted me faster and faster, grunting, groaning, loving the hot, tight silk of my pussy burning around his dick.

The friction was so wonderful.


“You want to drown her with your jizz,” I groaned.

Lucy moaned, bobbing her mouth so hard, sucking so noisily.

Bakiir grunted as the riding crop slammed into him again. His face twisted. He tried to be defiant. He tried to be strong. But he wanted that release. His climax ached to explode out of his balls and into her mouth.

“Beg for it,” I purred. “Beg to flood her mouth. Her pussy!” I grinned at him. “Imagine sliding that ebony monster into her tight cunt. To pump away at her pale flesh.”

“Bitch!” he snarled at me. “You and your gods-damned kind are all bitches. Las’s foul seed gave you only poison.”


“He did,” I moaned, shuddering. Rakshasa were born from the God of Lust, a race of all females, needing males to feed our appetites for pain and cock and cum. Needing them to reproduce. “He made something wonderful in us.”


“Gewin’s mighty cock!” he snarled, pulling harder at his chains.

“You want to cum?” I moaned, my pussy clenching so hard on Thushin’s cock as he worked my cunt up and down his girth.

“You know I do, bitch!” His eyes glared at me. “Tiger-headed whore! You want to fuck me. You want to feel my cock in your cunt!”


“Crawl to me and I’ll fuck you!” he snarled.


He bucked at the flogger smacking into his welted chest.

“You are about to erupt in her mouth,” I purred, leaning forward as Thushin slammed me up and down his cock. The pleasure burned so hot through me, the friction sending delight rippling through me.

“Yes!” he growled. “I’ll flood her mouth with my cum—” Pain burned across his face. He stared down in fury at Lucy, who’d stopped sucking. “You gods-damned whore!”

She’d bit his cock. Hard. Her hips wiggled faster. The crop fell from her hands to plunge them between her thighs. She rubbed at her pussy while Bakiir fought against the pain, shuddering in his chains.

Lucy came.

Her juices gushed from her pussy, splashing the stone floors and flooding the dungeon with her sweet musk. I shuddered, savoring the pain burning in Bakiir’s face, the pleasure reaching through my heart’s body.

“Beg!” I snarled at Bakiir. “Beg and you can cum in her mouth. The pain will end!”


His voice thundered through the room. My orgasms exploded inside me.

I drank in his defiance. My pussy went wild about Thushin’s cock. He groaned, wanting so badly to flood my cunt with his cum, but he couldn’t. Not with his cock bound by the ring. That made my orgasm even sweeter. I snarled and roared as the pleasure shot through me.

I bucked on his lap, staring at Bakiir. I loved his ebony muscles straining. The defiance burning through his limbs. It made me so wet. It made me so hot. My climax surged higher and higher through me.

I would enjoy breaking him.

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Lucy trembled on my bed, her small breasts jiggling as she felt my whiskers kiss her silky, ivory thighs as I nuzzled closer and closer to her sweet cunt. I breathed in her musk, licking my furry chops. My pussy was on fire.

“Malakisha, my heart!” moaned Lucy when I buried my furry snout into her pussy and feasted.

My thick tongue rasped across her shaved flesh, gathering her sweet juices. She groaned and shuddered, humping against me. Her small breasts heaved and jiggled. She shivered, her fingers squeezing her nipples while I flicked her clit piercing.

She shuddered again. Her moans were so sweet as she writhed on my satin sheets. Cool air wafted in through my open windows, twilight settling over the city of Ankush. Braziers standing around the room burned sandalwood to keep the stink of the humans from profaning my bowers.

My heart’s juices melted on my tongue. I savored her musk. I licked and loved her flesh, my whiskers rubbing on her thighs. Delight shuddered down to my pussy as my sensitive whiskers, so long and delicate, caressed her silky flesh. My ears twitched, drinking in her moans.

“Oh, my heart!” she gasped. “Oh, you spoil me! The queen’s dried-up cunt, yes!”

“Mmm, shower me in your sweet juices, my heart,” I purred between hot, hungry licks. “Shower me in your delight.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “My heart! My beautiful princess! My Malakisha!”

I lapped with furious hunger, my tongue lashing up and down her pussy. I licked and lapped and teased her. I made her ache and moan. I made her shudder in pure delight. She humped so hard against me. The bed creaked and groaned beneath her humping. She writhed, her small breasts jiggling as she squeaked out her pleasure, her fair face burning with crimson passion.

I loved it. My pussy was so hot as my tongue rasped across her pussy. Then I pressed it in her, licking through her silky depths. A rakshasa’s tongue was thicker than a humans, like a tiger, rough and teasing. It made her groan and gasp, her moans echoing through the room.

“My heart!” she squeaked, bucking so hard. “Oh, yes, my heart. Oh, that’s so good. Oh, I love it. You spoil me. My heart, yes!”

I purred as I spoiled her. I would give her anything, bedeck her in jewels, parade her on my arm, but my family would see me as weak. You did not love slaves. You did not love anything. Humans loved. We were rakshasas. We were predators.

We feasted upon them. How could you ever love your prey?

But then I met Lucy. The first time I saw her crying in the slave pens, draped in rags, her body whipped and bruised, cum dribbling down her breasts and face, something kindled in my heart. She was destined for the brothels. Or to be sold as a kennel slave to pleasure gladiators and fighters. But her eyes met mine. Those soft, brown doe-eyes. The moment I locked on them, I was lost. That pleading desire to be saved, rescued, gripped me. That innocence drowning in filth. Innocence I could mold, shape, turn into a vicious predator.

She had stolen my heart with those eyes. And then given me her own.

So I licked her harder. I loved my sweet Lucy. My heart. She moaned and gasped, trembling on the bed. Her hands squeezed those firm, small tits. Her moans echoed through the room as she quivered and shook on the bed. Her brown hair swept across her face.

“Yes, yes, yes! My heart!” Lucy gasped. “By the queen’s shriveled tits, yes!”

Her juices squirted out of her pussy. A geyser of passion. My whiskers twitched in delight as she matted down my fur. She trembled and bucked. She ground against me as she moaned out her rapture. She humped so hard on me, smearing that hot cunt on my hungry lips, drowning me in her passion.

I licked and lapped. I drank down all her passion as it raged through her body. I savored every drop of it. My whiskers rubbed into her thighs as she squirmed and groaned. I kept licking her, my cunt growing so hot and juicy, eager to take her.

My hips wiggled. My dildo, strapped to my waist by a leather harness, swung between my thighs. Its base rubbed on my clit, giving me a taste of delight as I kept eating my beautiful heart. I devoured her cunt. I licked through every cranny.

And she kept cunning.

“Malakisha!” she howled. “I love you! I love you so much!”

My ears twitched at her words. My pussy clenched. My heart raced. I licked my chops, gathering up her sweet musk. I stared up her flushed body, such joy burning in her brown eyes, that naughty smile on her lips.

“Oh, let me reward you, my heart,” she moaned, writhing. “Mmm, plunge that dildo into my cunt. Fuck me hard! Pound me! Take your pleasure in me!”

I purred louder. My tongue licked at her pussy one final time, making her back arched. I flicked her clit and then kept licking, dragging my hot, rough tongue across her shave pubic mound. She squirmed, giggling as my tongue reached her stomach.

I probed into her bellybutton.

“My heart!” she squealed as I swirled around, tasting her sweat pulling in her cute innie divot.

Then I licked higher. I loved the flavor of her skin. The heat beneath her. My round breasts rubbed on her pale skin. I wasn’t as dark as Bakiir, only a rich brown compared to his deep ebony, but it still was a delicious sight. My nipples ached as they caressed her flesh, my nipple ring twisting on my right nub.

I licked between her breasts. I paused, swirling my tongue around her right mound. Her firm tit quivered. Then she squealed as my rough tongue swirled over her pink nipple. Everything about her was so pale and soft.

“Oh, yes, Malakisha,” she groaned, squirming, her stomach rubbing on my nipples. “Mmm, you spoil me.”

“I love you,” I growled, my voice thick with primal hunger. I nipped her nipple with my sharp fangs.

She gasped.

Then I pounced on her. Our breasts pressed together as my open jaw seized her throat. My teeth pricked at her neck, dimpling her skin. I felt her pulse pound through her throat. It didn’t increase. No fear sweetened her scent.

She knew only a little more pressure from my bite and I would rip out her throat. I could kill her, and no one would care. She was my slave. I could feast on every bit of her, use her to feed every one of my hungers.

“My heart,” she moaned. “Fuck me! Satiate yourself.”

I rammed my dildo into her cunt while gripping her throat.

Her thighs locked around my hips as my dildo plunged into her pussy. Now her heart raced faster as pleasure surged through her. She hugged me, rubbing my back while moaning her pleasure, her throat vibrating in the grip of my jaws.

The base of my dildo pressed on my clit. I plunged in hard, fast, thrusting into her depths, stirring her cunt to a hot froth as she groaned and shuddered beneath me. She humped up into my thrusts, driving the toy harder into my clit as our bodies slapped together.

“My heart!” she squealed. “Yes, yes, yes, love me! Ravish me!”

No fear. She felt my teeth and had no fear.

I loved her so much.

I drove my hips hard, my clit aching, throbbing. I hammered her, delight rippling out of my cunt and through my body. My ears twitched as her fingers traced my spine, sending tingles racing through my body. Driving my hips to fuck her harder, faster.

Our flesh slapped together. She moaned and twitched, crying out her love and passion. Her voice was so sweet. Our spicy and sweet musks filled the air with beauty. I breathed in her scent, our cunts, the sandalwood incense. I savored it all as I rammed the dildo over and over into her.

My clit ached.

My pleasure swelled.

“Yes, yes, yes, Malakisha! Fuck me, my heart! Oh, the queen’s wrinkly ass, yes! Plow me! Plow my cunt! Cum!”

My pleasure swelled with every thrust. The base of the dildo caressed my throbbing clit. My pussy clenched. Juice dribbled down my thighs while my jaws twitched. One bite, and I would taste her blood. I would feast on her.

I wanted to. My hips plunged faster. My teeth tightened. No fear from Lucy.

She just bucked and squirmed and moaned. So trusting. So loving. I could never hurt her. I rammed my dildo into her depths. Her body shivering beneath me. Her pleasure squeaking out of her lips as she came.

And so did I.

A rumbling snarl burst from my throat as she trembled beneath me. I purred so loudly as the rapture flooded through my body. Her hands held me. Her thighs gripped me. Her moans sang through the air as we shared our passion. Our love.

My jaws released her throat. I nuzzled my muzzle against her lips, licking her face. She kissed me, working her lips against my fangs. I shivered, letting my change go, letting my human face appear. Fur and whiskers retracted. My ears shrank, my wavy, black hair growing, spilling about my face as my lips became soft like hers.

And then were we kissing with no fangs, no fur, no barriers. Our bodies pressed tight, holding each other as our orgasm peaked. Only with her did I reveal my human face. Her hands moved, touching my smooth cheeks, eyes moist and dewy.

“My heart,” she sighed when I broke the kiss.

I rubbed our noses together, wanting to purr, but unable to with human vocal chords.

We held each other for a while, kissing, nuzzling, savoring the feel of each other. And then she said, “It’s been two days. Do you think he’ll ever break?”

“Yes,” I purred.

“But, two days without cumming… And the kennels are so noisy.” Lucy gave a wicked giggle. “Thushin and Issanik are enjoying their women as much as they can. And so are the others. I didn’t know a man could go two days without cumming. Not willingly.”

“He’s restrained?” I asked.

“Unable to touch his cock.” She shivered beneath me. “Thushin has that redheaded whore of his pressed up against the kennel bars, her tits shoved into Bakiir’s cell as he fucks her from behind.”

I laughed. Thushin loved his redhead. I bought the girl for him as a reward. She lived in his cell, ready to be used whenever he wanted.

“But…” Lucy’s face fell. “Bakiir has lasted two days. None of the others has.”

“He’s so strong. He’ll hold for days longer. And when he does break, he will be devoted to me.”

“Not as devoted as I am,” she said.

“Who can be?” I rubbed her nose. “But you’re not my slave. Not really.”

She kissed me hard. Then she let out a groan of annoyance.


“I have my assignation,” she said.

“With Konayveh again?”

Lucy gave a wicked grin. “He has to fuck that old, toothless queen’s dried-up cunt. He yearns for hot, tight quim.”

I rolled off of her. “Enjoy your lover.”

“He’s…fine,” Lucy shrugged. “But he gossips.”

I smiled. Why else did I let Lucy have her lovers?

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“Your cock looks so hard,” I purred as Bakiir stood in his chains, arms outstretched. Lucy knelt before him, her pale finger stroking his ebony cock.

He jerked at his chains. He liked to do that.

“A week without cumming. How your dick must be backed up.” I knew he would impress me. Worth every dupondius I paid for him.

He spat to the side. Then groaned as Lucy engulfed his cock with her mouth.

My whip hissed through the air and…


A bleeding line appeared on his back. I shuddered at the scent of coppery blood spilling in the air. My hips wiggled. He growled through the pain and pleasure, Lucy sucking so hard on his cock as I drew back the whip.



“NEVER!” he howled, pulling so hard on the chains.

I drew back the whip. Lucy moaned as she sucked, her hands gripping his ebony ass.

The whip hissed down at his back, his muscles so tense, his arms straining so hard.


My pussy clenched. Juices dripped like molten lava down my thighs.

“Worship me!”


“Serve me!”


“And then you can cum. You can spill your seed in Lucy’s mouth and erupt!”

He howled in pure rage, blood dripping from his wrists, the manacles biting into his flesh. The links of the chain ground together as he strained. A trickle of dust fell from the ceiling as I cracked the whip across his back.

Another bleeding line appeared. Blood ran in hot rivulets down his back, filling the air with that—

A cracking groan resounded through the dungeon.

His right chain ripped free the bolts anchoring it to the ceiling. With a bellow of rage, he whipped the heavy length of metal at my head.

To be continued…

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Stick it in my ass. I haven’t been fucked in the ass in so long.”

My parents always said that when my 18th birthday came, I’d have to move out of the house. Growing up, I’d gotten into a lot of trouble and they put up with it because they were my mother and father. Eighteen meant I was a legal adult. My job didn’t pay enough for me to live out on my own so I talked my Aunt Cassie into letting me move in. Uncle Jack wasn’t exactly happy about this, but it was that or the streets, and he understood.

I’m sure my Aunt Sandra would have let me come and stay there. Since her husband Barry died, she’s been pretty lonely but I’ve always had a strange attraction to Cassie. I’ve always loved blonde’s and her large breast certainly got my attention. She didn’t look her age, which was amazing, considering she smoked constantly, but she did run and go to the gym. I figured at least by living with her, I could be around her.

Around age fourteen I discovered I had a smoking fetish and whenever my aunt was around, I’d have an erection. Like I said, she smokes constantly so I’d frequently be visiting the bathroom to masturbate to thoughts of her puffing on her cigarette. soft lips sucking on the filter tip, taking in the smoke.

Each day went by very smoothly. It was a relief to no longer be living at home. There weren’t any rules and I had plenty of privacy. Uncle Jack was gone most of the time, busting his ass at the office. Aunt Cassie spent a lot of time out with her friends so there was a lot of alone time. My curiosity drove me into rifling through her clothes, seeing what kind of things she wore. My uncle was very lucky to have a woman who wore all kinds of sexy negligee. There were drawers of satin, silk, leather, and latex. There were corsets, gloves, and a drawer full of panties. Sometimes I’d imagine her masturbating as she smoked her Marlboro menthol 100 cigarette while I rubbed her panties on the tip of my dick. It usually ended with me splattering her panties with semen. I’d hide them in my room until I had time to wash them and put them back. She never said a word, so I’m assuming she never noticed. There were so many pairs that it would be hard for her to, I suppose.

I’d never thought anything would ever happen between us, since we were related, but near the end of October, it did. Trick or treating was being done a few days before since Halloween fell on a Tuesday. I’d been working so much that I figured I’d just relax and stay home, watch Aunt Cassie hand out candy. To my surprise, she walked out with the candy bowl in hand dressed in a black leather corset that tied up in the front with a matching skirt and boots. The leather gloves wrapped tightly around her arm and went up near her shoulder.

“Wow auntie, you look great. I didn’t know you still dressed up for Halloween.”

“May be getting older but I’ve always loved dressing up, holiday or not. It just gives me a reason. Judging by the way you are looking at me, you like my sexy vampire outfit.”

“I was wondering what you were. Ah, okay, I see the fangs now. Yeah, you look great.”

For nearly three hours, kids lined up in droves to get a butterfinger or crunch bar. It seemed every time she sat down, the door bell rang again. A few older boys even hit on her, one grabbing her left breast before running off.

“Want me to chase them down?”

“No. That’s okay. I actually don’t mind the attention. It’s nice to be reminded that you are still attractive to the younger men.”

“I’m sure you get hit on all of the time. The outfit certainly helps. Guys love a girl in tight leather.”

She laughed, “That is true. Your uncle use to jump me whenever I’d wear rubber or leather. Lately, he’s been so busy with work and what not.”

We sat silently for several minutes as she sipped at her wine and lit up a cigarette. Maybe it was a coincidence, but the wine was red. The way the light glistened on the leather and how she held the cigarette to her lips got me erect pretty fast. I was trying not to stare but it became very difficult. She was staring off, rubbing the leather tip of her thumb over the bottom of the cigarette.

“I know that you are staring, Steven.”

“I’m sorry, I, I, couldn’t help it.”

“I also know about the panties. One day when I was cleaning I found my purple satin ones beneath your bed, stained with cum.”

“I’m so sorry Aunt Cassie, I’ll buy you new ones. I’m…I’m just really sorry, I…”

“It’s okay. To be honest, I’ve known about your attraction to me for many years. I was actually very turned on when I found the panties.”

Shock came over me, “Really?!”

She inhaled deeply and let the smoke flow gently out of her ruby red lips, “Yes, really. I’ve always thought you were a handsome kid but since I’m your aunt it seemed wrong. Maybe it’s the lack of sex lately but since you’ve started living here, I’ve wanted to act on my urges. How often do you masturbate into my panties? Do you imagine me?”

“Whenever nobody is home I grab a pair, sometimes it’s your stockings. Yes I do.”

“Didn’t know about the stockings. What do you imagine?”

“Most of the time I imagine you smoking while masturbating or while you blow me.”

She dropped down onto her knees and leaned towards my groin. Her fingers quickly unbuttoned my pants and pulled my 7 inch member out.

“You are bigger than Jack.”

I watched closely, stunned, as she lifted the pack of cigarettes and pulled one out with her teeth, bringing the flame up to the tip. Smoke filled the air.

“So you imagined it like this?”

Cassie leaned forward with her open mouth; my cock was engulfed by smoke. Her hand moved down my shaft slowly as she inhaled deeply, letting another cloud form around my thick cock.

“Just like that.”

“Good. I want you to remember this. Every time you jerk that big cock of yours into my panties, think of this and cream all over them.”

Her tongue swirled around my head as her leather gloved hand smoothly ran along my balls. Saliva dripped down to the base as she took most of me into her throat, stopping near the end to prevent herself from gagging too much.

“So, you said guys like a girl in leather. Is my nephew one of them?”

“Oh yes, I love leather.”

“I’m going to make your fantasies come true. You are going to fuck me in my leather while I smoke this cigarette. Would you like to fuck your aunt’s hot cunt?”

“More than anything.”

A devilish grin came over her face as she leaned over the chair, ass in air, revealing no panties under the black skirt, just a hairless vagina.

“Come over here. I want that big prick in me. Give it to me good.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. My aunt was bent over in a sexy leather outfit with a cigarette dangling from her lips and she wanted me to fuck her. As I got closer, I could smell her and it was intoxicating. I leaned down and stuck my tongue in her, it was sweet and soaking wet.

“Oh god yes. Stick your finger in my ass hole.”

I couldn’t believe what I had heard but I did just that. My finger slid into her tight hole as my tongue penetrated her wet snatch. She grinded her pussy into my face, covering me with her juices. The sweet taste covered my tongue.

“Fuck, I can’t take this, put that fucking dick in me. Now!”

She begged me and it wouldn’t take any convincing. I ran the head along her wet slit, feeling it glide over her opening before popping it in. There was an intense moment of ecstacy when every inch pushed in and was surrounded by her hot juices. It felt so good and unlike anything I’d imagined.

“Come on, fuck me hard. Grab my tits.”

I leaned closer, driving all the way in, as I reached my hands around and grasped onto her large breasts. They were soft around my hands as I squeezed and rubbed them. She pulled most of me out but the head before pushing every single inch back in. I let go of her breasts and grabbed her hips, occasionally smacking her ass. It shook as my movements grew faster. My eyes were still focusing on her face as the cigarette dangled.

“Goddamn, you fuck me so good. Fuck.”

Her fingers moved towards her clitoris, moving rhythmically over it causing screams of pleasure. At one point my movements were too quick and my cock popped out. Before I could put it back in she stopped me.

“Stick it in my ass. I haven’t been fucked in the ass in so long.”

It was my first anal experience and it always excited me to see anal porn. The palm of her hand was covered in her saliva as she smeared it across her tight little hole. My head pushed in slowly, stretching it out. Photos The screaming and moaning got even louder when I started pounding her ass. This hole was much tighter than the pussy so the friction was driving me closer to orgasm faster.

“Yeah, pound my dirty ass hole. Fuck me. Fuck me!”

Without even thinking about it, I started fucking her even harder, stretching her hole out. Her body shook.

“Shit, I’m cumming. Fuck.”

It took everything in me to not cum. My pace had to be slowed down so I could make this last longer. It was hard as she moaned loudly and her ass hole tightened up.

“Come here Steven. I know you are almost there. I want it all over my tits.”

I withdrew from her and she turned over onto her back.

“Put that big hot cock between my tits. Fuck my breasts.”

She pulled me by the cock, directing me downward towards her. Cassie pressed her soft boobs together around me. I set my hand on the floor for leverage and started thrusting.

“Mm, cum all over my tits. Cum on your auntie’s big breast. I want your cream!”

She was licking her lips wildly, begging for me to orgasm and it was more than I could take. It was a fantasy come true and it was too much for me to handle. An intense orgasm came over me as shot after shot of semen spurted from my head. It ran down her neck and was splattered across her nipples.

“Good boy.”

My aunt milked my cock, drops of semen dripped down onto her leather corset.

“That was really great Aunt Cassie. Thanks”

“Thank you. I really needed that as well. Go clean up, your uncle will be home in a bit. This is our little secret.”

I washed up and the whole thing replayed in my head over and over. It was an amazing experience and I hope it will happen again.

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I sat on his face, and almost yelled: “Eat my fucking cunt. Eat it! You like that? You like eating out mommy’s pussy?

I had always been proud of john. He was always helping out in any way he could, and after his father died, he really stepped up to the plate by getting a job to help pay what bills he could and doing a lot of work around the house that’d usually be reserved for a man. He was more like a man than he realized though, at least in terms of maturity. He had maintained his grades, which were superb to begin with, and had earned a scholarship to the local state university.

My job as a personal trainer kept me around enough to take care of a lot of things around the house, as I could have clients come over and train in the basement once occupied by my late husband.

He had passed away when John was only 3, and in doing so, left the majority of work in raising john to me. I dated for a year or two after his passing however I quickly found out that the pool of men to draw from wasn’t quite what it’d used to be. I guess I had gotten lucky…

I was just now starting to get back into the dating scene however, and had upped my training so-to-speak in an effort to impress the men I might later be spending a lot of my time with. The reeling in used to be the hard part, now I needed to work on my bait.

It didn’t take to long to get in to “fighting shape” I had always ran, and I still do to this day, although not competitively like I did up through college. I always had a pretty good metabolism, so I reality, I only needed to shed about ten or fifteen pounds. Although a little bit of my mother in me was making me feel like it should’ve been twenty-five or thirty.

I wholeheartedly knew this wasn’t the case though, as I was definitely what men would consider curvaceous. I was 43 now, and needed the help of color in box to maintain the same tantalizing brunette locks I had in my younger years, but I still felt my body was great, without the help of any silicone or liposuction machines. My butt was still firm, I guess my Hispanic heritage helped a slight bit, my mother was from Spain, and I’m thinking she was to thank for what often got cat calls and whistles after a workout whilst walking home or to the bus stop in some form-fitting sweats. This was especially the case when I was training a client over in the rough part of town.

I knew I had a great pair. You learn pretty quickly when you’re 15 and walking though a crowded mall with your friends and teenage boys and married men alike are starring at your tits. They were full and firm 34C’s, at least that’s the size bra I wore. My Curvy figure made it a bit harder to find the right fit, as my hourglass figure is not the same one shared by all bra consumers. Plus, the little extra tightness pushed them up ever so slightly, increasing my already fantastic cleavage and aiding me just a bit more in securing one more free drink after a hard nights work.

Well, I know I’ve been long in setting up my little story here, but this is where our little story gets interesting.

After one of those aforementioned “hard days of work” I went to the local watering hole with my best friend Stacy. We had always been close; we roomed together in college, and now were both personal trainers, so she felt my plight when it came to nights like this.

I was throwing back wines like it was going out of style, which always seemed to be occurring on half-price wine Wednesdays, while listening to Stacy tell some of her racy and risqu?tories of conquest. Evidently, Stacy had taken to catering to the good-looking sector of our clientele, and had taken to seducing them. She noted how, “It only takes about 5 minutes of flirting or about 30 seconds of ‘accidental’ rubbing or touching for the little head to take over the big one.”

God hearing her stories made me ache. It’d been years, since I’d felt anything more than a vibrator inside of me. Hearing her tell of sucking of would-be CEO’s or even a spoiled son of one made me yearn for a real dick. A real fucking cock that could pulse and throb, read me, become one with me, and then release all of that pent up passion deep in parched throat, or in my now moist, and warm pussy.

I almost sat and fucking rubbed one out right there at the bar. Damn. I had been so long since I’d heard anything of the sort/ sure, I read my romance novels and watched some porn, but it was all fake, and I knew it. This was real. This was happening.

I sat and listened for a few more hours before she graciously dropped me back off at my place, on the car ride home, I noticed some my juices. Not only could I detect the sweet aroma floating from my inner thighs, but as I happened to look down, I noticed that 2 beads of my sweet pussy juice were running down my thigh, having escaped the confines of my g-string. I tried to make it unnoticeable, and I think I did a good job of it.

As I silently (Hell, that’s what it seemed like to me) walked into my house, I just wanted to make sure everything was in order before I went upstairs and plunged a vibrator in my cunt. You know, simple things, like turning off all the lights, looking all the doors, and generally just making sure the place wasn’t a total mess.

You’d think this’d be fairly easy with a son who’s so responsible, but he spent nearly all of time at work or school, and it was only on the weekends that he was around a lot, and event hen, he spent most of his time outside, working in the yard.

I tidied everything up and locked what needed to be, then I headed to john’s room to make sure he was actually home (Hey, you never know with a college-bound 28 year-old) and tuck him into bed.

It was no surprise to see him there, sleeping, he was generally a great kid, so I went to just go and tuck him in. As I took a step or two towards his bed, he rustled. He rolled a bit from having been on his side, and in doing so had pulled the covers nearly off of himself.

I continued by walk towards the bed, and couldn’t help but feel my pussy yelling at me to hurry it up. I kissed John on the forehead, as was my tradition since as long as I could possibly remember, and then placed a hand on his comforter to pull it up all the way over him. As I did, I noticed a faint outline against his inner thigh. “There’s no fucking way” I thought. “I can’t check out my own son’s cock for Godsakes! That’s just wrong”

On the other hand, He was sort of my creation. I figured out it wouldn’t harm to observe what my handiwork had created. And it least it’d give me something nice to think about before I toyed myself into ecstasy in no sooner than five minutes.

I decided to take the plunge: I pulled the comforter back thinking he’d have the same inclination to sleep in the buff that his father used to. I was right. I peered down, and say it resting there. He was big flaccid; a good deal bigger than his father at that. I just stared at it almost hypnotized by his member. It’d been so long since I’d had one inside me, seeing this fresh one, just made me salivate. My pussy started to heat up again, and after a full minute of starring at his thick piece of meat, I felt another bead of pussy juice flow down to me knee. My cunt was soaked. It was telling me what I needed to have. I cautiously put one hand on his cock, and gently stroked him, as not to wake him up. My god was he huge. As I started to work his shaft, he grew to what had to be nearly nine inches long, and almost six or so inches thick. I hadn’t ever even seen one this big in real life before. Yet it’d been living with me all these years. It was literally the monster down the hall.

I took my free hand and quickly unzipped my skintight jeans. I swallowed my middle and ring ringers and plunged them down the inside my cunt. I finger-fucked and jerked simultaneously for a good minute, and then worked solely on my clit for the next two.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing: Not only pleasuring my self in front of my own son, but doing it because of him, and then touching him on top of that. After the minutes of excitement and taboo, I leered down once again. I need some dick. I need some now. I quickly threw myself onto my knees like was the practice when I was 18, and pulled him a bit closer to me. Up to this point, everything had been real soft and gentle, as to not wake him up; however now, I had a mission at hand.

I licked the tip of his cock and then inhaled one his balls, sucked it and releasing with a nice “Pop!” This must’ve startled him, as his body stirred. He took a glance down, and was shocked.

“Mom! What the FUCK are you doing? What is going on?”

He was confused, and I loved every second of it.

“Mommy’s just getting what she needs. K, Hun?”

“I don’t understand, I don’t…” he muttered then trailed off

“You don’t need to baby. I have this under control” I forcefully replied. With that, I inhaled his huge member, His warm precum dotting my tonsils. I sucked till he was absolutely rigid. A style that was representative of someone starved for cock. I had been in the desert for years, and this was a big fucking steak and a gallon of water. I then looked him in the eyes with nearly half of his throbbing cock in my mouth, and muttered, “So whaddaya think hun?” (I’m sure we all know it didn’t sound like that) It must not have, but the muffled sound that did escape sent him over the edge. His toes curled tight against the soles of his feet, and I unsheathed his dick from my throat to say: “Oooh, I bet you’d like to be rough with Mommy?” I then slowly unbuttoned my tight blouse and let my tits out; surely exposing my son to the nicest pair he’d ever seen.

Again, he looked confused I helped us get situated and now had us oriented in a 69. I told him I wanted him to know my pussy while he could fuck my throat. And again he just looked a bit struck.

“Honey” I said, “Mommy’s only gonna say this once, you better start eating my fucking pussy out right now, or else…” That seemed to do it for him. On cue he thrust his don deep into my cunt and started swirling. He then gently chewed on my puffy lips before making a fucking gourmet meal out of clit. God could he work that shit. I had no idea. My back was arched so much, I though I might break in two.

I then knew it was time to return the favor. In one fluid motion I whipped my long brown hair back, thus getting it out of the way and forced myself all the down on his meaty cock. My eyes were watering. You don’t know how big nine inches really is until it’s in your throat I guess. My mouth was as wide as it possibly could’ve been, and my nose was buried in his sweet nutsack. I hadn’t smelt one in years. The pure smell of sex made my want his member even more and I started forcefully thrashing my head up and down his shaft. MY own son was facefucking me. I could feel his balls start to tense up, and I said to him, almost a bit too harshly: “Oh not yet you motherfucker. I need this man dick inside me. And I mean NOW! I quickly sat up, spitting out the saliva that had gathered from my throat gagging, and then used it as lube for my own clit, and then my son’s meat stick.

I sat on his face, and almost yelled: “Eat my fucking cunt. Eat it! You like that? You like eating out mommy’s pussy? Yeah, well toss my motherfucking salad! You lick that fucking asshole like there’s no tomorrow! FUCK YES!

I knew it was moments away. That full incestuous plunge of penetration. I pulled him up and straddled him, placing my left hand on his shoulder to steady myself, and the right on his dick so I could guide it into my soaking pussy.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD” I remember thinking. I was filled to the brim. I was riding him hard, harder than I road anyone else before, and he still wasn’t all the way in. I continued like this in pure ecstasy before went to try something new. As I went to position us, he quickly sensed it and grabbed my hands. He put hem behind my back, and then grabbed me, pulling me close.

My tits were smashed up against his chest, and we were as close as humanly possible, he then placed his arms up my back with his hands pressing down firmly on my shoulders. He wanted more. With one fell swoop, he thrust himself deep inside me. I cried out of pleasure and pain. He thrust a few more times, and then relinquished his masculine grip for my experience tutelage

I took my now sweat-drenched body and leaned over on all fours and while looking him in the eyes once more said; “Fuck me like the bitch I am. Fuck me hard and rough, and make it deep.” I wanted a deep-dicking, but this took the fucking crown. Photos He grabbed my hair and pulled it, forcing my to have my head turned, to see what had been my baby boy now absolutely wrecking his mommy’s pussy. He continued to plow into my G-spot, his balls slapping against my cunt, and my ass pummeling his abs. I knew I was close. I worked my ass even harder now, pushing harder, and faster. I had never been fucked like this before. I was getting fucked right. As I neared climax, I could feel the juices inside of me. His dick was scraping me clean, and now it began to be too much, for I knew what was to come. I put my hand up against his chest to let him know it was a bit too much, but he refused to lessen his pace. It turned out to be a good, thing, as I eeked out a few more moments of overwhelming joy before withdrawing myself.

Puzzled, he watched as I vigorously rubbed my clit for about ten seconds, before I came gushing to fruition. I made a fucking mess. Dousing him and his bed sheets with my cum. The warm love juice was everywhere, and having cum so hard, I was still shaking. I could hardly walk and in knowing this, I returned to my former position on my knees.

With my mouth now firmly around my sons cock, I had to return the favor. I wanted to make that boy cum so hard he’d never forget it. I throat fucked until the tears returned in my eyes, and slurped and gagged my way until I felt the same tensing-up I’d felt before.

“Cum for mommy. C’mon, give your hot cum. All in my mouth. Mommy’s hungry for cum.” I said. With that, he exploded. The first 2 shots were incredible. They doused the back of my throat, and as quickly as the first two came, there was more. “God, he mustn’t have gotten off in a month,” I thought. He drenched my mouth in his warm semen. He mouth was absolutely filled to the brim with my Son’s huge load. I was his own personal cum dumpster.

I was amazed with how big his load was, and as I went to remark with a “wow” some of his cum oozed out over my pouty bottom lip. I then looked longingly into his eyes, and sent it all down the hatch.

He looked as through he was about to pass out. I got up, my hand on his thick cock, then pressed my self against him, my Tits all over his chest, and then pulled his hair to bring us close. I passionately kissed him in a way I only reserved for one other. Our tongues were the last to separate, and as drifted away, hand still on his dick, I gave him a wink. And said: “Thank you so much baby. This’ll just be our little secret.” I relinquished my grip, and then with one finger wiped the sweat away from my glistening asscrack and cleavage. I have never slept so well.

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The last two days have been fantastic and today there are even bigger surprises as this old western town continues to host a very different adult fun fair. you should read the previous submissions before continuing.

The previous stories “Beth Pony Girl”, September 07th and October 05th , tells my story of how I got to today, manacled with wrist, neck and waist bands of steel, branded on my rump and cleavage and nipples pierced with heavy rings fitted. There has been several weeks preparation leading up to the weekend’s events so far. My boyfriend and two of my best girlfriends treated me like a real pony. I have been naked and exposed that whole time, I have been humiliated and abused in more ways than you can imagine. You should read those previous stories before proceeding. Today is the final day in a weekend of special activities in the old western town where anything goes.

Its early morning and as usual Joe (the blacksmith) opens my stable and delivers me food and water, the door is locked again. Yesterday while I did enjoyed some of the activities I was also very disappointed in the way one of my best friends treated me, having my boobs stabbed and her continual humiliation was not part of my fantasy. However at other times I was fully engrossed in the erotic turn on, the continual arousal of my slit, the urges deep within my groin as I reminisce I feel it building again. My fingers reach for my clit, gently tracing the folds of my vagina, probing deeper to my G Spot. My other hand roams over my breasts gently tugging at the heavy nipple rings, my nipples are so sensitive now they are pierced, I give out a comforting moan as I feel the early morning climax build and eventually push me over the top. I lay back in completion gently wiping the juices from my labia, I taste them, I feel good
As the morning dim turns into full daylight I hear the stable door opening again. Joe is back and hands me a card, a gift card, which simply says “Enjoy, Love Matt and Karen, look forward to seeing you soon.” Joe says, “your gift has been brought down and is outside but first I have instructions to help you”. Joe leads me to his work bench where he gets a drill and drills out the rivets on my wrist waist and neck bands, they all fall off. All of a sudden I feel more naked than I have ever been, he picks up a pair of wire cutters and is about to cut and remove the nipple rings. I stop him, “Please leave them, I love how they feel”. Joe runs his hands over my breasts and plays with the rings, “yes they really suit your boobs” he says as he continues to cup my full breasts with his rough hands and turn the nipple rings through their full circular movement, although I am now totally unrestrained I let him play.

“So come with me he says” and walks off without a leash, this is uncomfortable I have been led by a leash for several weeks, it is strange, I am now fully naked but I follow without hesitating.

hen we get outside I see an amazing sight, its Sonia, she is standing back against the post beside the old water trough, her hands are handcuffed behind the post, her shoulders are strained and she has a huge ball gag in her mouth, the ball has a ring on the front. Her eyes are wide open in a pleading stare as they catch my own eyes. I look her up and down.

She is wearing a short button up blouse which has been ripped open, buttons are gone, it lays loosely across her tits, they are barely covered and obviously braless. I think Joe has been playing again. She has a short leather skirt, so short it is only just hiding the inverted “V” where her inner thighs meet, she wears the same ankle boots she had on yesterday. In the pocket of her torn blouse is a note.

“Beth, we know Sonia was a little mean to you yesterday so this morning we overpowered her and delivered her to Joe as you see her now. She is yours today for as long as you can control her, we will not intervene. We would love to see you later. Love Matt and Karen”

Wow, I think to myself, WOW. I move to stand right in front of her face, “well, well, girl now we can have some fun”, I say to her, “how does it feel, although I know you cannot answer” I let out a little laugh.

She is struggling against her bonds but all this does is push her tits out even further, I slide my hands between the sides of the torn blouse and open it up for all to see. Her bare breasts look superb. I fondle her nipples one at the mercy of each of my hands, rolling them into an erect state between my index finger and thumb, I pinch hard and twist, I can see her squint her eyes in pain. I pull the blouse over her shoulder as far as the bound arms will allow but eventually just tear it all away until it is lying in shreds on the ground. Now she is really venerable, Joe is watching, I think he likes what he sees. I call him over “here Joe, suck on these” as I pull and point one of her erect nipples towards him. You don’t have to offer female flesh to Joe twice, he jumps at the opportunity enclosing one of her breasts in his mouth while roughly grabbing the other in his left hand. “Come on Joe give it a good squeeze”. I can tell he has complied as Sonia closes her eyes hard and lets out a muffled cry.

Joe has his fun and Sonia is obviously unhappy. I move back in, remembering how naked I am I unlace the side of her leather shirt and lift it away from her hips, now she is totally naked, she wasn’t wearing any panties, her perfectly shaved pussy is in full view, she has large labia which I should have expected after the camel toe I saw yesterday, they accentuate her slit. With my free hand I go in for the feel, pulling her lips as far as they can be stretched. I think she is wet.

Joe is watching, I call him in again, I can see the bulge in his pants as he feels her up all over. I step back and put her skirt on me, with the laces I can make it fit my different shape and it feels good to be at least partly covered. Now for the boots, one at a time I bend her lower leg and remove them while Joe is playing, I try them on, they fit well. Sonia is now as naked as the day she was born, only adorned by the gag and handcuffs.

I leave her with Joe while I go and get cleaned up. I find a shower in the stable and enjoy the hot water for the first time in several weeks, I take the time to soap my body and shampoo my hair, I feel so good to be clean again. The only clothes I have is the leather skirt and boots I took off Sonia but they feel good and I am happy to be topless at this time, my nipples are very sensitive and I am proud of my new piercings.

By the time I get back out to Sonia I can see Joe has had a good time, she is still bound but I can see cum running down her legs, he has screwed her it is obvious. She is shaking her head, pleading with her eyes to be released, it just isn’t going to happen, not yet anyway.

“Sonia dear girl” I say, “it looks like you are in trouble, I hope you remember the last couple of days, now is payback time”. “First we need to clean you up”. I grab the rough horse brush and dip it in the water trough and give her the scrubbing she gave me yesterday. I pay particular attention to her cum filled cunt, she tries to close her legs to stop me but I am too forceful, the brush almost disappears into her slit. I keep up the scrubbing until I am satisfied she is red all over, I pay particular attention to her tits. By the time I am finished Joe has returned with a huge smile on his face, I give a little chuckle.

Joe and I discuss what we can do, he advises me there is a medieval stock up the street we could lock her into that, I am also thinking she need a permanent reminder. Joe says there is an amateur tattooist behind the jail we could get something done there. At this time I can see a picture developing in my mind. I ask Joe for his help, after all I can’t have her getting away.

Joe disappears and returns with a large dog choker collar and a cattle prod. He slips the choker over her head, he then unlocks her cuffs from behind the post and relocks then behind her back. She fights a little but he is way too strong for her and when he gives her a “ZAP” with the cattle prod she jumps and screams into the gag. She settles down, I like Joe. Finally Joe clips a thin long chain to her handcuffs and brings it between her legs and attaches it without slack to the ring on the front of her ball gag. It makes her nod down to relieve some of the pressure and reduces her resistance as any abrupt movements make the chain chafe between those big pussy lips of hers.

I now have control over her, Joe gives me a card for the tattooist and a little bag of goodies and I lead Sonia up the street. This is great I have a totally naked friend in tow the choker collar tightening around her neck ensures she doesn’t stop. We are walking up the street, her firm boobs bouncing as she walks awkwardly along half bent over to relieve the chain rubbing between her legs. I can hear her grunt now and again, she is uncomfortable. I am enjoying this, when Sonia slows a little too much I touch her with the cattle prod, this livens her up immediately. I love the look of despair in her eyes.

When we get to the jail I have to ask where the tattooist is, the man I ask is looking at Sonia and laughing, she is not happy. We enter the jail and out the back room we find our man. I have a discussion with him about what I want and he is only too eager to assist. I lead Sonia back into the jail area and push her back against one of the cells. The tattooist takes some rope and ties her ankles spread against the bars. He unlocks her cuffs and stretches her arms out and ties them spread as wide as possible. The chain attached to her ball gag is wrapped around her head and the bars passing her mouth a couple of times, her head is now tightly held in place. He gets a long length of rope and continues to bind her against the bars up and down her torso, legs and arms until she is trapped standing, immobile. Next he takes a length of smaller twine and binds the base of her right breast until it is like a balloon ready to bust. It is starting to change colour, a little blue actually. She is dribbling out of the corners of her mouth and has that look in her eyes, the look that is pleading for release. When he is satisfied with the bondage he suggests I have a seat, relax and watch.

Sonia is naked, spread eagle and still struggling but so tied up she is not moving, he pulls over his tattooing trolley and starts to work on her right breast. As soon as the vibrating needle touches the tender flesh beside her nipple she screams in the gag, tears roll down her face. I can’t stand it any longer I stand up and move to her left side, I don’t want to miss a thing. I caress her left breast while the tattooist is working on her right, she hasn’t relented and continues to make unintelligible sounds deep in her gagged mouth. My hand slides down to those large labia of hers expecting to find them wet but they are dry, she is not having a good time, I touch my own vulva under my skirt, now that’s wet, that’s how it should be, I play with my clit as she is defaced. It feels so good I could make myself cum but there is more work to do yet.

The tattooist has finished to the left of her nipple and now moves to the right as I rub my bare boobs against the side of her restrained body enjoying every second building my arousal. When he is almost finished he stands back and admires his work. He has tattooed the letters “B” “I” to the relative left side of her right nipple and the letters “C” “H” to the right. The letters are about one inch high. “Now to finish off”, he says.

He starts at the top of her areola tattooing a straight horizontal line she is struggling and screaming even more now. Then from the middle of this line he starts a vertical line down over the centre of her nipple, he is forming the letter “T”. As this vertical line of the “T” is needled directly into her nipple Sonia pisses herself splashing urine over both of us and then passes out. My right hand is massaging my clit, my tits are rubbing against her side, as she passes out I climax. I could do this all day.

As she sleeps the fun is reduced but he finishes off anyway and stands back to check his work. The word “BITCH” in a red rectangular box is now tattooed across her right nipple. I am very happy that she will never forget this day.

Before she wakes up we untie her, she flops onto the floor. We relock her hands behind her back and I reach into the bag Joe gave me and pull out a ring gag and swap it with the ball gag she has been wearing to this point.

She starts to stir, her eyes open and develop a curious stare but it doesn’t last long she quickly remembers where she is. As she starts to get up I jab her with the cattle prod and threaten to light it up. She settles back down real quick. I have proved my dominance over her.

I gently pull on the choker collar lead motioning her to get to her knees. Her face is at my crotch level, she stares at her skirt which I am now wearing. I move forward touching the leather to her nose and giving a slight push, her head moves back a little in submission. Then I allow her to stand, I pull her back towards the cell bars and loop the lead a few times around one of the bars until her neck is held comfortably close but restrictive enough that she cannot escape.

She recognises the new intrusion in her mouth and immediately knows what it is, I only have to put my fingers through the ring into her mouth and play with her tongue to demonstrate that she will be giving head today and there is nothing she can do about it. She tries to talk, begging to be let free but it falls on deaf ears.

I get a mirror and hold it in front of her so she can see her tattooed tit, again her emotions are released in a flurry of sounds that even though they are almost unintelligible, the meaning and frustration behind them is quite clear. I play with her new tattooed nipple giving it a squeeze which hurts even more due to the tender tattooed damage skin.

“Think yourself lucky they didn’t get the same treatment as mine” I say, looking down as I lift one of my nipple rings. “I do however have a little something you left with me yesterday” I tell her as I reach into the bag and pull out the clamp type ear rings she fitted to my ears. They are small feathers hanging from clips, the jaws have sharp serrations designed to stop them slipping off ear lobes but will dig deep into a sensitive nipple. She screams in pain as I fit one to each nipple ensuring I get only the tip of the nipple itself and not the stronger flesh of the areolae. She is breathing heavy, spittle is running out of her locked open mouth her cleavage is wet from the dribble.

I let her settle for a few minutes and then unhook the chain holding her to the cell bars. I lead her outside, again she has no choice but to follow, the choker digs deep into her throat if she resists and there is the ever present threat of the cattle prod. She has a slight forward lean as she walks the feathers hanging from her nipples flap from side to side. We are now outside, activity has increased since we have been inside there are many people around in various stages of undress, some fully naked, some in pony bondage, some in full country dress.

I spot Matt and Karen at the usual side walk table so I lead Sonia over to them. “Hi guys” I say, “what a great surprise you sent me this morning”, “Look how much fun we have had so far” as I point out the tattoo across her right nipple and run my hands over the fading marks of the ropes that held her to the cell bars. Sonia can’t say much with the ring gag that is holding her mouth open so far but we all can understand that she is swearing and cussing us all.

Karen says “I am not normally one for vengeance but when I saw how she treated you yesterday I honesty felt you deserved and chance to repay her deeds.” She continues “Beth do you want some clothes to wear?”

I reply “no thanks I am fine, in fact I like showing off my pierced tits, they are really quite sensitive now, you should try it someday, as you can see I have not given Sonia that pleasure yet but I can arrange it if she doesn’t behave” Sonia swears again. Karen gets up and approaches Sonia she runs her hands gently over her naked body also fingering the fading rope marks. I point out the tattoo which is still quite red, Karen touches it lightly and says “this is permanent isn’t it ?”. I reply “sure is and you should have heard her squeal when it was being done, and she actually passed out when the T was tattooed over the tip of her nipple.” Karen takes off the clamped feathers on that nipple to get a better look, Sonia screams as the clamp comes off her nipple and blood rushes back into the tortured flesh. Karen runs her finger over the tattoo giving the nipple a little flick as she traces the “T”, then she replaces the clamp, Sonia screams in pain again. Matt is sitting silent all this time just watching the events.

“Just going to take her over to the stocks if you want to come”, I say to Karen. “sure why not” she replies and we head off leading Sonia who is starting to resist a bit. Resistance is only momentary just long enough for me to zap her with the cattle prod. She yelps like a little puppy and complies with my demand to move.

There is activity just across the street where we are heading as we near the group we can see several naked people. A couple of them are ponies, one is that beautiful girl I saw yesterday who was completely hairless, she is still harnessed and standing still while her master is sitting in the sulky watching the happenings.

There is a naked woman she has straddled a narrow beam, she is tied stretched spread eagle, her feet are lashed to widely spread blocks of concrete while wrists are locked in steel manacles handing from the outer edge of the veranda roof. She wears a red rubber ball gag, her eyes are covered. Her tits sit high on her chest and have very little sag but It is obvious she has been whipped recently the welts are still very evident across these tits and stomach, she is a lather of sweat. She is being caressed by a passer-by, he is freely running his hands over her full frontal nudity, he plays with her pussy lips spreading them either side of the narrow beam she is straddling.

Beside her we can see a second beam sticking out from the raised walkway, it has a large dildo attached firmly to the upper edge, I must guess there is also one beneath the girl but buried so deep within her cunt or arse that it cannot be seen. On this second beam a mistress is positioning her male pony, he is muscular body is naked apart from the usual bridle and restraint adorning’s. She lubes the dildo and makes him sit on it as it slides into his arse, he appears to enjoy this, it slides in easily and his erection grows. Once he is seated she attaches ropes to his ankles and spreads his legs then repeats the process with his hands. He is now like the girl beside him spread naked and unable to move. His mistress applies some oil to his body rubbing it in from neck to ankles, he glistens in the summer sun. When she is finished she turns to the crowd and says “all yours” as she points to him.

I don’t need a second invitation, I lead Sonia over to him and make her kneel in the dirt, I tell her to start sucking him off tapping her shoulder lightly with the cattle prod. She makes her way a little closer on her knees and lowers he mouth over his erect cock, I grab her hair and start pumping her head pushing it down hard and holding it there against the gagging convulsions I see in her body. I zap her arse with the cattle prod and she bucks trying to pull away. I don’t want to spoil everybody’s fun so I am sure not to overdo it, I wouldn’t want him to go flaccid in the first few minutes so I pull Sonia away.

With her hands still cuffed behind her back she struggles to stand as I pull her to her feet. The set of medieval stocks are close by jutting out at right angles from the wooden deck. I position Sonia to the front of them. There is a wooden platform sitting on the dirt, two blocks are affixed to it about 3 feet apart and these blocks have a couple of leather straps. I get Sonia to position one foot beside each block and strap her in firmly. She is shaking her head and pleading with me to stop but I just show her the cattle prod and she complies with my wishes. Next I pull down on the choker chain and position her neck in the semi-circular base while I hold her there I ask a couple of males close by to help by unlocking her hands from behind her back and holding each in the corresponding hole on the cross bar before we lower the upper piece over her head and hands. It has taken only a minute or two to fully secure her, bent over, in the stocks.

I borrow the oil the woman was using on her male salve and begin to rub it all over Sonia’s body covering her back, reaching under her chest oiling her hanging boobs while I am there I give the nipple decorations a little tug, she squeals when the teeth bite deeper into her tender nipples. As I continue I am sure to get it deep within her cunt and boy does she buck as I finger some into her arse, she must be a virgin anal girl. When I finish I follow the lead of the previous woman and turn to the crowd and say “all yours”. What a sight she makes, arse and pussy displayed openly, lovely curves of her torso straining to hold the horizontal position as her breasts point straight to the ground and on the other side of the stocks her mouth held open in an invitation to all males to fill with their cocks.

I check with Karen “how does she look Karen”. As Karen runs her hand over Sonia’s back and gives her rump a little slap she says, “man she looks nice, she is going to have some fun I am sure”.

But Karen is also preoccupied with the male erection on the bound slave, she moves over and wraps her hand around the greasy shaft and starts pumping it up and down, her other hand is running over his rock hard chest tracing the ripples of his six pack with her fingernails. I have never seen this display of exhibitionism from her before, I didn’t think she was adventurous like this. Then she shocks me by going down on him, taking the head of the erect cock in her mouth, now I am getting horny just watching. I imagine I am him, my clit is my cock, I reach under my skirt and feel it erect and overly sensitive. She pulls her head away and pumps him hard, I watch his spray several large streams of cum on the dirt in front of him, she finishes off with a final few gentle strokes and looks at me with a big smile, “doing that out here was horny, one of the sexiest things I have ever done, I think we had better go before I strip off and go further” she says. Hell I am still playing with my clit I know how horny it looked but we head off anyway to find Matt.

As we walk I glance back and see someone fucking Sonia, he hasn’t even removed his clothes just dropped his pants around his ankles, he holds her waist and is pumping hard, I can just hear her muffled groans and cursing. I am sure she is in for a good time.

Matt is at the usual place as both Karen and I approach, he has some finger food and wine on the table as we join him and explain what is happening to Sonia. I sit to his right and then lean over to give him a big kiss, tongue deep in his mouth, I purposely rub my sensitive nipples against his clothed body. We discuss the events of the last couple of days, “Matt this has been a fantastic experience, I can’t remember when I have climaxed so hard and so often, I now have memories to last me forever”, he fingers the brand on my cleavage “hope you didn’t mind this” he says. I reply “ I LOVE it, the experience wasn’t so nice but now I just love it, I love the submission it demonstrates, I love the feel and I particularly love the nipple piercings that have made my nipples so sensitive that I can cum but just playing with them, Ohhhhh, I even love just talking about it”. Matt reaches down and runs his hand up the inside of my left leg until it reaches my pussy lips, he can feel me hot and wet I sense his fingers entering deep within. Karen is sitting at my right side and now leans over and runs her hand up my other leg until both her and Matt’s finger are playing inside me. She nibbles my neck, Matt is kissing me again and then I feel the exploding climax and do everything I can to keep my moans down to a respectable level.

There is a gentle caress from both of them as I come back to reality, “Karen I still can’t believe you would do such a thing” I question. “Neither did I until yesterday, this place has a way of bringing out your sexuality, I just love it”, she says. So we sit and watch the goings on for a bit, we have a bit to eat and drink a couple of bottles of wine.

“Maybe we should go and release Sonia” I say as I get up, Karen and Matt follow. When we get to the area where the stocks are we can see Sonia still bent over in the wooden trap, there are a couple of men standing beside her drinking beer and resting the glasses on tray that sits on her back. There is a leather paddle sticking out of her arse it has obviously been used it several times, we can see her rump is a bright shade of red on both sides. One of the men says, “every time she spills a drop of our beer we pull this out like this and she gets a rap on her butt”, he smashes her arse a couple of times even though she had been perfectly still. She lets out a cry, I think she said “fuck”. Then he shows us the handle is shaped like a butt plug before pushes it back in her body, she grunts again.

She has obviously had a few fucks, her legs are well stained with cum, her pussy is leaking slime like a broken honey jar and when I go and check out her face and it isn’t much better, god how many heads has she given.

Matt has taken a liking to the girl that is tied spread eagle, he caresses her body feeling the weight of her tits and running his hands all over her body, I note someone has taken Sonia’s nipple clamps and fitted them to this girl, She is clean, not like she has been fucked but she is well marked from a whip,we haven’t witnessed any of the whipping but some of her newest welts are risen and verging on breaking skin. She has tears coming down her face.

The restrained male still has an erection, he must have had one big dose of Viagra. Karen grab sit in her clenched hand and gives it a rub up and down, “It is still so hard” she says.

I look into Sonia’s face, “So Sonia, should we release you?” There is an obvious nodding of the head. “Ok but until you settle down you are our pet, any nonsense and you will be back here so fast and left over night” I warn her.

We release her from the stocks and remove the ring gag but still lock her hands behind her back and lead her away by the choker chain. All four of us make our way back to the saloon and find a table for three, naked Sonia is made to kneel and then sit on her haunches beside the table. I stroke her hair like I would a dog and offer her a drink, she still hasn’t spoken to us, I think she is still in shock. After a few minutes and a couple of drinks Sonia relaxes a little and begins to talk.

“You know” she starts, “that was fucking fantastic, I have never been fucked by so many men before, I have never given that much head before, even women were playing with my body, one woman had one finger up my anal passage and her thumb up my pussy and rubbed them together so hard I almost came. But in all of that I never came once, I am so Fucking aroused right now I need you Matt, I need you right now.”

“OK” Mat says, “we will go upstairs soon, but first I want you to masturbate right here, I want to see you cum in public”. Matt releases her hands from behind her back and Sonia starts playing with her sex. In sheer embarrassment she rises slightly on her knees, rubbing her clit vigorously, she lays her head on my almost naked lap and purrs like a little kitten, as she nears a climax she raises up even higher and moans louder. By the time she is climaxing the whole bar is watching her and she collapses on the floor. The bar room cheers.

About ten minutes later we all get up and head to Matts room. Within seconds of getting into the room Matt and Karen are as naked as Sonia, I slip my skirt and boots off.

I can’t believe Karen’s body, it is superb in the past she has always kept it hidden behind loose fitting clothes. She has beautiful tits sitting high on her chest they must be 36 and beautifully round with turned up nipples. Her waist has such a great curve before turning out to flawless hips. She has a faint wisp of blond hair which does little to cover her pussy and does more to make it look like that of a virgin eighteen year old. There is not a mark on her skin anywhere. Just gorgeous.

We all hop into the shower, it’s a little cramped but we manage to scrub each other clean. Matt has a raging erection that none of us can leave alone. I have several hands washing my pussy I am not sure whose hands but they sure feel good. We get out and towel each other dry.

All four of us pile onto the bed, Sonia is fighting for Matts cock and so am I, I haven’t had it for weeks. I feel soothing hands on my back running over my shoulders its Karen she is nuzzling my neck like she did earlier today, her fingernails gently scratching up my ribs until her hands are cupping my breasts gently playing with my pierced nipples. I keep saying it I know but I have never seen this in her before today, I always thought she was reserved, straight, but she now surprises me, she is making love to me, her hands are so soft after the harsh treatment I have received over the past few weeks, her boobs are pressing against my back. I have lost track of Matts cock, Karen’s caressing is too big a distraction to concentrate on much else.

Sonia has managed to sit on Matt’s cock, it is buried deep within her pussy, she is pumping up and down. As Matt lays flat on his back I have manoeuvred myself to sit on his face, while he licks me Karen is behind me licking my back, I lean forward and grab Sonia in a passionate kiss. I can feel Matt working his tongue on my slit, Karen is rubbing her tits on my back and reaching around my body to pull my nipple rings.

I am on top of the world about to blow my mind, Matt hands are wrapped around my thighs as his tongue is deep within my slit, he laps up all of my juices. Now I hear Sonia cum, she explodes in a scream of ecstasy which is trapped between our mouths as I hold the back of her head so our kiss cannot be broken. My final climax follows very soon after. I can feel Matt’s body jerking in spasms that must be filling Sonia with his cum.

I am not sure if Karen climaxed but she did continue to gently caress and lightly massage all our bodies, using a very light balm she has touched every part of our naked skin. She takes Matts limp cock in her mouth and sucks it clean. I want to continue to watch and feel but then I see Sonia’s eyes close and mine follow almost immediately.

As morning breaks we all wake from a blissful sleep. It is time to head home, we are all showering and getting dressed to leave, bags packed and waiting for Karen. I give a call to her to get moving. When she comes out she is totally naked with her hands cuffed behind her back and a ball gag hanging around lose her neck.

“Do me up” she says as she nods toward the gag, “and deliver me to Joe, I’ll see you at the next meeting here in three weeks”.

The End.

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A longer story about a horny brother and sister acting out with some ill-advised Halloween costumes.

“No. I’m not wearing this.”

Louise had her ear leaned up against her brother’s door, hearing his muffled voice through the wood. “Let me see,” she called back through.

“There’s no way I’m going to a party like this. Just forget it.”

“It’s not that bad. Open up and let me see.”

Frustrated, Louise pressed her skull into the wood, considering popping the lock briefly, and even more briefly, considering letting her brother off the hook. A few seconds later, the knob clicked.

Louise stepped into his room, setting herself not to react to his costume. Fortunately, Carter’s head was turned away just long enough that he didn’t see her fail.

“There’s just no way,” Carter said. He turned toward his sister, holding his arms out to let her see.

The costume was a little bit of faux-leather, forming a loincloth, and a whole lot of bare skin. The loincloth had three triangles in the front, overlapping at the waist but tapering and splitting apart as they went down for about six inches, with the middle one being a little bigger. In the back was one larger triangle over his butt, with a small, speedo-sized covering underneath.

Louise reset her face back to stony reassurance, hopefully before he saw it. “You look great, Tarzan. Why are you complaining? Every girl in there is going to be checking you out.”

“I don’t want everyone to check me out. Christ.”

“I’m dressed the same way you are,” Louise said, spinning to show her costume. It was a Jane costume that matched his Tarzan; faux-leather one-piece that went over one shoulder and form-fit down into a mini-dress.

“Yours covers more than mine. A lot more. You could make ten of my costumes out of your costume.”

“You’re Tarzan. Tarzan’s not supposed to wear a bunch of stuff, he’s a jungle man.”

“I don’t want to go to a party with every girl I know dressed as a jungle man. Everyone’s going to think I’m a pervert. I want to wear a normal costume.”

“What you want is to hide in the corner all night and only talk to two people. And no one’s going to think you’re a pervert; your costume matches mine.”

“Oh, sure, yeah, going to the Halloween party with my sister in these. Nothing pervie about that.”

She scoffed at his implication. “No one’s going to think that. It’s not like we’re going to tell them about our little game after all…” she said, voice trailing off mischievously.

Carter swung around to face his sister. “Don’t you dare!”

She laughed. “I wouldn’t! God, you’re easy. Of course I’m not going to tell anyone why I got to pick your costume.”

Carter kicked the side of his bed. “Great. They’ll think I picked it myself.”

“We’ll just say you lost a bet, we don’t have to give details. All you have to do is own it. The boys will laugh but can’t really say anything because you look great. The girls will giggle nervously but they’ll keep looking. It’s win-win. Now come on.”

Carter sighed. “You’ll tell everyone you put me up to this?”

“Yes! You lost a bet, so I got to pick your costume, just like it really happened, without the fun details of the bet.” Louise smiled as her brother cringed. “Do you want me to claim my own costume, or can I tell them you picked it for me in revenge?”

“Whatever. Let’s just go.”

“Really? You’ll go?”

“Yes. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

Louise crept out of the hallway, glancing around the front of the house. “It’s clear. They’re in the bed room,” she told her brother. Hunched over, he shuffled quickly toward the door. “We’re going!” Louise yelled. There was a distant response which neither stopped to try to make out. Carter pulled the front door open and they both hopped through, nearly slamming it behind them.

The front porch was a sudden black, and they had to wait a few seconds for their eyes to adjust. Louise laughed. “You’d think we were about to go rob someone.”

“I don’t want them to see our costumes. Do you?” Carter asked, peering out onto the street in front of their house.

“Well, no. Really, though, it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. These are no skimpier than your average swimsuit.”

“Speak for yourself,” Carter said, twisting at his loincloth to adjust it. Slowly, he stepped forward from their porch, checking both directions for people. Trick-or-treaters and parents were grouped about the street, but none immediately in front of them. He started walking briskly down the sidewalk.

Louise rushed to keep up. “It’s not too uncomfortable, is it? I wasn’t sure what size to get you.” She didn’t want to point out now that it looked a little small on him. “Is it all right? It’s not squeezing your, uh…” He turned his head and gave her an annoyed look. It only spurred her on. “Is it squeezing your dick too tight?”

He scowled and looked forward, but his steps had a hitch. “I think you’ve given enough attention to my dick this week, Louise.”

“Don’t be mad at me! This was your doing. You’re the one who was making fun of me, taunting me, making claims. The whole bet was your idea.”

“You’re the one who pulled my towel off.”

“You were egging me on like you always do. I don’t care about your dick. I’ve seen in before, lots of times. I wasn’t going to let you try and scare me with it. You’re the one who bet I couldn’t give you a boner and tried to act like I was gross if I didn’t. You’re just mad because you lost at your own little game.”

“And you’ve been bringing it up constantly ever since.”

“Only because it bothered you so much. What does it matter? You act like you getting a boner was this horrible thing. It doesn’t make you some kind of incest pervert.”

“I never said-“

Before Carter could finish, a pack of kids came right up the sidewalk at them. He stepped to the side as they passed, looking away and at the ground. After checking around a few seconds, they started walking again in silence, passing several houses and another group.

“I like Halloween,” Louise said, breaking the silence on the street.

“It used to scare you. Remember that house with the mannequins?”

“Yeah, but now I’m older. I like the costumes. It’s fun to dress up.”

“You’re such a girl.”

“But I kind of like the tone of Halloween now, too. Now that I’m older, the creepiness and death is kind of fun. Don’t they usually have a fog machine and fake cemetery at this party?”

“Yeah. I don’t know. Don’t you think it’s kind of tacky?”

“Oh, you’re just trying to get out of it.”

“No, I mean, it’s been like three weeks since Stacy Hughes’ funeral. And here’s everyone laughing about tombstones.”

Louise nodded. “Yeah, that is kind of weird. It’s like she’s already forgotten. No one hardly talks about her anymore.”

“I saw Kyle Franklin doing donuts in the parking lot at school the other day, as if his girlfriend hadn’t just been killed in a car crash.”

“Yeah,” Louise said, shaking her head. “Is he going to be there tonight?”

“Better not,” Carter answered.

“Do you think Stacy would have come to this?”

“I don’t know.”

They let another group of trick-or-treaters pass. Carter felt the disapproving gaze of one of the mothers as she walked by. He crossed his arms over his chest and kept walking.

“Maybe that’s why I like Halloween now,” Louise said. “Silly as it is, people are actually giving some attention to death, instead of just ignoring it.”

“Who wants to think about death all the time? What good is that?”

“Reminds us to enjoy life, I guess. To take a chance sometimes and be something we’re not. Like a jungle man.”

“Is that why you picked this for me? To tell me to take more risks?”

“No, I picked that because you were going to make me wear something even more embarrassing if I lost. Remember that leotard with boobs on it to make you look naked?”

“I wasn’t going to make you wear that.”

“Yes, you were.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to make you go to a party in it.”

“Then what was it for? Just hanging around with you?”

“No. I’m not trying to see my sister naked all the time. Nothing like that night is ever going to happen again.”

“Carter, stop freaking out. It’s not a crime that you got a boner. It was just a passing moment. Given the chance, I guarantee you that most guys would check out their sister. Doesn’t make them all perverts.”

“That’s not what happened. There’s nothing that you have that turns me on.” Seeing another group coming, Carter stopped, stepping to the side, trying to hide behind a tree without looking like he was hiding. His sister stepped next to him, facing him. Feeling her look, he got uneasy. He moved his hands but found only bare chest, twisted his hips but couldn’t change the feel of the loincloth. “God, why didn’t we just drive?”

“It’s just down the street, like half a mile away,” Louise said dismissively. “See, there’s Mindy’s house; I’ve walked up this far since I was six. Come on. It’s two more houses down. Look, I can see your friend Dan going in now.”

Carter watched Dan walk up to the house, greeted by Rob at the door. He pictured all his friends and everyone else inside just staring at him as he walked in. He twisted his hips more, grabbing the waist of his costume and jerking about with sudden violence. “God! Forget it. I’m not going in there in this thing. I’m not. It’s too small, you can see the side of my ass, and I can’t even sit down or the thing will either split in two or smash my balls up into my stomach. Even if I stand still the whole time, my dick’s probably going to come poking out at any second.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“The hell it’s not. I’m going home.”

“Hold on. Let me look at it a second.” Louise crouched down, grabbing on to the flaps of the loincloth, partly to lift them out of the way, partly to keep Carter from walking off.

“No! Leave it alone.”

“Give me a second. Stop being such a whiny baby.” She ducked her head to peek under the front, brushing against his leg.

Carter skittered, trying to not leave the modest shelter of the tree, checking around to see if any people were noticing them. “Would you just leave my dick alone? God.”

“Get over yourself, Carter. I’m trying to help you.” Grasping the waist of his costume tightly in one hand, she stuck a finger along the edge of the underpiece, testing it. Scowling, he stopped struggling, just shaking his head at his sister’s invasiveness. “You’re not going to come popping out. It’s not that tight, Carter.”

“The hell it’s not. It’s been squeezing my balls the whole walk over. And there’s like a stitch poking me.”

Louise groaned. “Hold still. Let me look.” With barely any light, she squinted and peered, just able to make out the line of stitching that went across his underpiece about an inch down from the waist, right across his penis. She had to admit, it was bad design and cheaply made, though she wouldn’t say so out loud.

She felt along the stitch, making Carter squirm again. “Keep still. I’ll grab you by the balls if I have to.” Finally having gained his very reluctant cooperation, she picked at the edge, finding the end of the plastic thread that was sticking out. It poked into Carter, making him squirm. She tugged the flaps to get him to hold still. Carefully, she picked and twisted at the plastic, trying to get it to at least bend away from him, but even after spinning around, it seemed determined to angle to the inside. Finally, after about the fourth twist, the plastic thread simply broke off at the end.

“There,” she said, explaining what she’d done. “It should also make it a little less tight.”

“And a lot more revealing,” Carter said.

“You can’t see anything behind the flaps.”

“In the light inside, they might. And if that thread’s gone, what if it just comes apart? It feels a lot looser.”

“It’s not going to fall apart. It’s fine, I promise,” Louise said, standing back up. “Let’s just go in.”

“I’m not going in like this. You can go without me. I don’t care.”

“I’m not going without you. Come on,” She said, pushing at his shoulders.

He flipped his arm up, breaking her push. He turned toward her, and they stared each other down. “Louise, I am not going. End of story.”

“Why not?”

“This costume looks ridiculous-“

“It looks great on you.”

“-And, it’s uncomfortable and still way too tight.” They glared at each other.

“Okay, you know what, Carter?” In one flurry of motion, she reached for her brother’s costume, so quick that Carter barely had time to jump at the sudden pressure on his balls. In one sudden movement, Louise yanked at part covering her brother’s genitals. With a sharp jerk and a snap, her hand came clear.

“Louise!” Carter said, jumping back.

“There. No you have all the room you need, Carter!” Louise said, shaking her fist at him still holding some piece of faux leather. She turned and heaved the piece between two houses with all her might. It flew toward a bush and fence, vanishing into darkness.

“What the hell?” Carter said. Instinctively, both hands flew to his crotch underneath the flaps to cover and protect. To his shock, all they found there was free skin.

“So are you happy now? Is that better?” She asked sarcastically. She waved her arms around as she spoke. Instead of responding, he just hunched over in shocked silence. “Fine. Let’s go home.”

“Louise. You just tore my costume in half.”

“It’s…fine,” she answered. She remembered how the piece felt as she threw it, and it started dawning on her what she’d done.

“It’s not fine. I mean…” He stuttered, gesturing with his hands, then finally just stood up and put his arms out, letting her see.

“Oh,” Louise said quietly, feeling all the blood drain from her. Even from a higher angle a few feet away, looking down at those three triangular flaps in the low light under a tree, she could clearly see most of the head of her brother’s penis hanging off him. “Oops.”

“It’s not enough that you made me wear this thing, now you ripped most of it off. So I’m basically naked out here.”

“Sorry,” Louise said weakly.

“Sorry?” Carter glanced around, ducking as much behind the tree as he could. “Louise, what am I going to do? How am I supposed to get home like this?”

“It’s dark…”

“It’s not that dark. Am I supposed to just walk down the sidewalk floppin’ around? There’s half a mile of pavement and a hundred kids and parents between here and our house and every one of them would see my dick.”

“I’m sorry! Can’t you just…cover up?”

Carter put his hands over himself, trying various approaches – one-handed, two-handed, over and under the flaps. “Yeah, that looks great. I’ll just shuffle home past all the little kids basically naked with my hands over my dick. Shit.”

A car came to a stop at the curb across the street and a house down. Two more people he recognized from school got out of the car, heading toward the party. He cowered as much in the darkness of the tree trunk as he could.

“Okay, here.” Louise fiddled with something on herself, taking a high step with each leg behind Carter’s back as he peered at the other teenagers walking across the street. She thrust something around his side. “Use these.”

“What is it?” Carter took the item, seeing leopard-print. He twisted the strange fabric in his hand before finally having to hold it into the moonlight to see. “I’m not wearing your panties, Louise.”

“Just to get home, Carter. My skirt is a little longer and I don’t have anything hanging down to be seen.”

“No! There’s no way I’m wearing my sister’s panties! It’s disgusting.”

“Oh, get over it, Carter. Alright, you think I’m gross, I get it. Stop being an asshole just because you feel guilty that for one minute you kind of wanted to fuck your sister.”

“I did not-” He cut himself off, looking back over his shoulder to make sure no one was noticing them. “You know what, Louise? Fuck you.” Balling her panties in one hand, he threw them as hard as he could into the darkness. “How’s that?”

“That’s great, Carter. Now what are we going to do?”

“I guess I’ll walk home naked, Louise. What else can I do?”

Taking a quick look around, Carter started back down the street. Louise stood incredulous, shaking her head at her brother. When it was clear he meant it, she jogged the few yards to catch up. “Carter!” she called between her teeth.

He ignored her, stomping forward. “You can’t just walk home like that. Stop,” she continued.

“What else can I do? I can’t just stand out here all night.”

“Carter,” she said, her tone more insistent. Grabbing at his arm, she gestured down the street. A group of trick-or-treaters was four houses down, coming from the front door and heading to the sidewalk fast.

Carter froze, his angry gusto spent. “Shit.” He false-started, looking around. “I guess back to that tree-”

As he turned back around, a car was pulling up in front of the house next to where they’d been hiding. It was too close for comfort. “Shit.”

The walls seemed to be closing on him. Louise grabbed him and pulled him sideways, and with nothing else to do, he followed her toward the street. He stopped her at the curb, pointing at another group of people not far on that side. He could feel his dick brushing against the costume flap and tried to pull it down to cover himself discreetly.

“Mindy’s house is right there,” she said, pointing across from them. “Just stay close to me.”

He followed, taking her advice and using her to block the closest group from view. “So how do we get in?” He asked as they stepped up on the curb. He already felt a little better being out of the street.

“We don’t. Backyard,” she said, turning along the front of the house and following it around the side.

He could hear voices from the sidewalk getting louder as they reached the fence, and was blissfully thankful when the gate shut behind them. He fell back against the fence, hands on his face. “Oh my God, I’m going to have a heart attack.”

“Come around here. They have a gazebo.”

He took a moment, then followed her the rest of the way around the back, finding a well-kept garden yard. There were multiple raised beds full of plants with gravel paths leading from the porch to various parts and meeting up near the back at a modest-sized gazebo. The whole area was lit sporadically with yellow-white Christmas lights.

“Geez,” Carter said, taking in the scene.

“I know, right? Mindy’s mom basically lives back here.”
“What about Mindy? What if someone comes out?”

“She’s not here. Her family goes over to friends on Halloween. Their place is empty.”

Louise led the way onto the gazebo, and in turn they flopped to a bench opposite each other.

Groaning, Carter fell back, hands on his head. He was almost shaking with nerves, tired of feeling so exposed. “Sorry,” he said, realizing his legs were spread wide facing at his sister.

“Stop worrying about it with me!” Louise burst out.

“Stop worrying? Fine. You want to see it? There you go.” He spread his legs wide, flipping up the flaps on the costume.

“I don’t want to see it, I just don’t care. Stop being an asshole about it.”

“Right, I’m the asshole. You yank off my towel, do a stripper dance, taunt me relentlessly, make me wear this stupid costume, make me go to the stupid party in it, rip it apart and leave me naked in the street, accuse me of wanting to fuck my sister, and I’m the asshole.”

Louise practically lifted off her seat, fuming at her brother. “You try to annoy me and scare me by coming into my room in just a towel, then when that doesn’t work, you call me ugly and gross, then when you get a boner you completely freak out. You act completely bipolar around me all week, nice one minute, then jumping down my throat the next. You taunt me about making me wear some stupid slut costume, and when I do it to you, you throw a fit. You say you’ll only go if I wear one too, then you say it’s perverted for us to go like that. When we do finally get down there, and you throw another fit. So yeah, you’re an asshole.”

“I guess we’re both assholes.”


“And now we’re both half-naked, hiding out in a stranger’s back yard. God, we are fucked up.”

Louise started laughing painfully. “I’m sorry. It’s just…I just ripped your costume right off, didn’t I? I’m sorry,” she said, still laughing.

Carter sighed, collapsing back onto the bench. He flipped the costume flaps back down, situating them over himself. He noticed Louise looking. “Not much help now, are they?”

Louise shook her head. “The street will clear out in an hour or two. Mom and Dad won’t expect us back until later anyway.”

“So we just hang out here?”

“Pretty much.” She nodded, and he nodded back absently. They stared around them into the garden, surrounded by darkness. Occasionally, sounds of kids echoed back from the street. “Tarzan and Jane, hanging out in the jungle,” Louise said.

“Yeah, so much for living up to our costumes.”

“Well, Jane is kind of stuffy and bossy, so I’ve probably managed that okay.”

“I’m not exactly king of the jungle as I cower around in the dark, hoping no one sees me.”

Louise shrugged, returning to silence. She stared off sideways into the garden. Carter looked at her profiled face, then the rest of her body, set off by the strings of lights, giving the impression of candlelight. He tried to imagine her as Jane, living in the jungle, devoted to her wild man in all things, fierce and primal. She sat with her legs uncrossed, and he remembered she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Just a fake animal-skin dress covering nothing but her own primal parts.

He caught himself straining his eyes to try and see in the darkness under her costume. He put his hand to his head, squeezing his temple in self-punishment. He looked back at her again, sitting strangely relaxed, looking off sideways. He knew that, whatever she might be bothered by, it wasn’t his presence or his nakedness. She was justifiably mad only at his own unreasonable treatment of her, but still he was sure she wouldn’t hold a grudge. Her anger would bleed away at the first opportunity, accepting him again. He wished he could accept himself so easily.

She noticed him looking, but didn’t seem to think anything of it. “You know, it is kind of too bad. We’ve have been a hit at that party,” she said.

“Well, you might have been. Me, they would just laugh at.”

“I mean, yeah, they’d make fun, but only because they’d be jealous of the attention you’d get.”


“Really. You don’t seem to realize that you’ve grown, like four inches this year. You’re used to being the little guy and you’re not anymore. You’re an upperclassman, you’re tall and athletic. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.”

Carter shifted awkwardly on the bench, crossing his arms across his chest, then closing his legs sharply again. He turned to one side part-way, trying to keep some semblance of modesty.

Louise could see the embarrassment flowing off her brother, and felt terrible. “I’m sorry, Carter. I never should have made you wear that stupid costume.”

“It’s my own fault. I did egg you into it. I was just…acting like a moron. I don’t know.”

“Well, it’s still my fault it didn’t fit you. And my fault that it got…ripped apart.” A laugh popped out of her mouth, which she pressed tight and covered with a hand. “Sorry.”

“You did go completely Incredible Hulk on this thing. What was that?”

Louise started laughing, keep her mouth covered to stay silent but with her shoulders bouncing wildly. “I’m sorry.”

Carter waved the apology off. “What time is it?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t bring my phone.”


“I had nowhere to put it! I didn’t have a purse that matched this outfit, and it had no pockets or anything, and we were just down the street.”

“Separated from your phone? No wonder you’re having problems. It’s probably crying itself to sleep at home.”

“Shut up. Did you bring yours?”

Carter scoffed incredulously before realizing she was joking.

“Well, Carter, did you?” she pushed again.

“Yes. I’ve been carrying it this whole time.”

“Really? Where?” Louise teased.

“I’ve been very carefully holding it between my butt cheeks.”

“Really? Because I didn’t see it there when you were walking down the street,” Louise said, laughing again.

“Stop it,” Carter said, drawing in again. “Am I really showing that much?” He twisted on the bench to see himself.

“Not quite, but, almost,” Louise said, getting more serious again. “How much came off?”

“Pretty much the whole underwear piece,” Carter said after some checking. “The flaps are wrapped over the waist band and the rest was kind of stitched to it, and that’s all gone. It’s basically just flaps now.”

“Could you turn it around? Does the back part cover more?”

Carter stood, stepping away from his sister. Realizing there was nowhere really to hide, he just turned away from her and twisted at the costume.

“Does that work?” Louise asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Let me see.”

Reluctantly, he turned toward his sister, moving his hands away. She made a face. “Does it…” he started.

She shook her head. He checked himself again, able to tell the end of his dick was hanging below the flap. “If anything, it’s worse. The extra pieces on the front at least obscure it a little. This fucking thing. I swear as soon as we’re home I’m sticking it in the fireplace.”

He sighed, turning and replacing the costume. “Look at it this way,” Louise said. “It just means you have a big dick.”

“I think you’d have to have a pretty tiny thing to be covered by this thing,” Carter said, sitting back down.

“I could go try to find that piece I threw,” Louise offered.

Carter considered. “I don’t see what good it would do. We can’t reattach it. You could go find your underwear, though.”

“Where do you think it went?”

“I’m not sure. I threw it pretty hard. Probably over the fence.”

“I’ll never find it in the dark.” Louise shook her head. “We might as well just wait here. In a bit the street will have cleared and it’ll be pitch black away from the light poles and we can just walk home.”

“Yeah,” Carter agreed.

They sat in an awkward silence, Carter squeezed in on himself. He groaned, leaning back and letting his arms and legs fall open. “I can’t sit like this all night.”

“It’s fine,” Louise said, glancing again at her brother’s very exposed crotch. Sitting like that, the flaps did next to nothing as his dick came right through between them, with two triangles fallen to one side and one on the other. Even in the soft lighting she had no trouble seeing most of the length of his dick resting on the curve of his balls. She leaned back on her bench, not wanting to look like she was getting too close. “It’s no problem. Whatever’s comfortable.”

Carter watched his sister, looking for any signs she was bothered by his exposure, but she stared hard off the side, quickly making it clear to him that she was avoiding looking. The image of her in that costume seemed so strange, starting with her bare shoulder, along with the bare spot just below her throat. It was a somewhat stiff costume, and as she sat, it had shifted up on her. Carter realized that with her sitting back, the darkness between her legs was no longer total. Soon, his eyes began interpreting the lines and shadows he was seeing.

She turned her head back toward him, and their eyes met with a mutual sort of guilt.

“Um…I was just noticing you’re not wearing your necklace today,” Carter finally managed.

“Yeah. It didn’t really go with the costume either. I was trying to kind of commit to the jungle character, I guess.” She continued, trying to fill the empty air. “You know, Jane, lost in the jungle, completely separated from her civilization, away from everything and everybody she knows, dependent on this strange and powerful wild man…” she drifted off, catching where her line of thought was going. She forced herself to look off to the side again, staring at the same bush as before, trying to focus on its leaves.

As she turned, her legs spread slightly more. He tried not to look, was at best able to force his eyes to the rest of her. She’d only this year stopped playing tennis, which had kept her figure wiry and athletic, and while she’d thickened to a little fuller figure, her shoulders and neck had maintained that same athletic shape.

Still, all her lines seemed to just pull his eyes down to that not-so-dark spot, those two smooth lips with a sharp black line down the middle, capped by a short but consistent covering of hairs. In the soft, warm light, he couldn’t really make out the color, and his mind shot back to a week before, when it had stood out to him clearly. He had been surprised that her pubic hair had been darker than her light brown hair, a neatly trimmed triangle that had rocked as she twisted her hips in front of him, meeting his stupid and lewd challenge all too well.

Carter stood up suddenly. “I think we should go ahead and make a try. I don’t really want to sit here all night.”

Louise looked over in surprise. “What’s the rush? If you don’t want to just wait, I could go back-“

“I just want this to be over with, that’s all. It’s dark. We should just go,” he said, walking from the gazebo. Louise followed.

Louise shut the gate after them, rushing to catch up to him at the corner of the house, where he was already scoping the scene.

Carter gave the plan emphatically. “Okay, so there’s a bunch of people over there across the street. We’ll come down this side a minute, wait until they pass by, then cross back to that side and follow it since the light poles are all over here. We get home, we sneak in, and we destroy these fucking costumes.”

As they waited, Carter glanced back at the party behind them. Cars were lined on the street, almost to Mindy’s house, and not far down he saw another pulling up. He started drifting down the sidewalk the other way, trying to add distance. Meanwhile, the group across the street stopped at the next house.

“It’s Darren,” Louise whispered, gesturing next door.

Glancing, Carter saw it was their acquaintance from school getting out of the car. Adjusting his flaps one more time, he walked farther away toward the edge of Mindy’s property. “Here,” he said, stepping off the curb behind a little car parked in front of the house. It put them half a house away from a light pole.

“Kind of out in the open here,” Louise said, coming around her brother to block the view from the street.

“Once that group goes by, we’ll go across and be should be pretty clear,” Carter said.

Louise looked around doubtfully. Across the street where the group was, the couple who lived there seemed eager to come outside to meet all trick-or-treaters, and the group was lingering. Behind them, Darren said something almost audible, and they both whipped their heads around to make sure he hadn’t spotted them.

“Just a minute more,” Carter said, the confidence wavering in his voice. He adjusted his costume once more, getting closer to the back of the little hatchback they were hiding against. “What an ugly car,” Carter said, nervous.

“It’s Mindy’s,” Louise said, trying to break the tension. “She just bought it a couple months ago.”

“She didn’t happen to give you any keys?” Carter asked.

Louise shook her head, looking around again. The group across from them lingered as the adults talked, and the kids seemed to be getting antsy and jumped around on the far curb. Darren had gotten out his phone and lingered by his car. The other group from down the street was crossing to their side, kids in front running to a house just a couple down from them. “We’re boxed in,” she said.

Carter stretched his head, looking around. “Shit.”

“Head back to the gazebo?”

“Yeah.” Carter stepped, but froze at the back edge of the car, pushing his sister back behind it. “Shit. Darren’s right there on his phone looking this way.”

There was nowhere to go, and everyone seemed to be closing in on them. “Shit. Shit!” Carter whispered.

Louise could see the look in his eyes; Carter was ready to bolt. She could just see him sprinting down the street essentially naked, getting the police called on him. She needed another idea. “Just lean against the car,” she said.

Carter looked at her, only half hearing her. “What?”

“Get against the car,” she repeated, pushing him hard until his back hit the rear window of the hatchback. She turned out from the car and, placing her feet between his, pressed her backside up against him. “Put your arm around me.”

Surprised, Carter squirmed, trying to get away from the sudden contact without being obvious. “What?”

Pressing herself back hard, she pinned her brother down, feeling like she was about to crush his chest to stop him from trying to run in panic, pressing with her whole back, shoulders to butt. “Put your arm around me,” she repeated, grabbing them and pulling them around her like a seatbelt.

Pinned, Carter finally held still, feeling himself squeezing his sister’s body as she pushed into him. “What are you doing?”

“If you turn your head toward the street and scoot down your butt a couple inches, you’ll be out of the light and nobody will be able to see anything about you. They’ll just think we’re some kids here for the party.”


“Carter. They’re coming.”

Finally following her thinking, he obeyed, turning his head and inching down the car, feeling relieved that his sister’s butt was planted a little higher now, at least mostly at waist level instead of squarely below. He heard voices getting closer.

“Just act casual,” Louise said. She held her hand up to her chest, pretending to be looking at a phone.

Pinned down, his bare back felt freezing cold against the nearly vertical car window, while his front was quickly heating up from contact with his sister. He shifted his legs, trying to spread outward to limit contact with Louise, but his every budge was met with more pressure: her back into his chest, her butt into his waist, her thighs against his and, he knew, against his dick.

He shivered a bit, partly from the cold and partly, he realized, from how scared he felt. People seemed to be circling them, and though no one was paying much mind yet, it only seemed a matter of time before someone noticed him. The group on their side was starting to drift their way as the kids streamed down from the house one at a time.

“Here they come,” Louise said, squeezing his hands at her waist with one hand while pretend-holding her phone with the other.

“What can they see?” Carter whispered, feeling his arms and legs still exposed. He pulled his elbows in and brought his feet back closer to his sister, his fear of touching her suddenly less than his fear of the throngs of people coming by.

Louise adjusted with him, trying to keep him squarely covered; with some trepidation spreading her thighs briefly to make sure his penis was in the groove between them and not trying to stick out the side. She was aware of just how short her costume dress felt, as without panties, the whole stiff tube of material seemed to want to jump up her body every time she moved. She could feel the waist strap of Carter’s costume touching the skin at the bottom edge of her butt as she pressed into him. “I don’t know. Hold still. Try to look bored.” she insisted, whispering over her shoulder.

The group seemed to approach and pass with incredible slowness. Louise kept an eye out, but Carter just ducked the other way, almost putting his temple against her shoulder. There was nothing to do but stay there with his sister’s weight pressed against him and wait. After a minute, his back seemed less cold on the car, and he tried to follow his sister’s instructions to look bored. The pressure from her seemed to help steady his nerves, and he found himself holding tighter around her waist than he would have cared to admit.

Even as his chest seemed to untighten, another part of his remained frozen. He was afraid to so much as twitch a muscle below his waist. With Louise leaned back into him, he could feel his dick surrounded and help in place by her thighs. The whole area was incredibly warm, with a strange cohesion to it that he realized was from skin-to-skin contact. Her butt, as much exposed as covered, seemed to cover him from his belly button down across the pathetic bit of costume that covered his pubic area straight to the base of his dick, where the flaps seemed to be uselessly fallen to the sides again. The entire length of his dick was being half-hugged by his sister’s soft, firm skin.

Three little kids ran right by them, maybe ten feet away on the sidewalk, passing towards Mindy’s house. The rest would soon follow. He figured it was probably the most terrifying moment of his life, waiting to see what would happen there in the street. There was only one thing that could possibly make it worse.

And of course, the moment he thought about it, it started to happen. His chest tightened again, and he stiffened his arms, grasping his own hands while trying not to squeeze Louise any tighter. He begged himself, willed himself, did everything he could think of in five seconds to stop it, but it just ignored. Moment by moment, heartbeat by heartbeat, it got worse.

He was getting an erection.

Everything felt amplified, both his own body, and Louise’s. Gradually, it was swelling, pressing more and more against her skin. He bit his lip, closed his eyes tight, strained his nerves, desperate to make it stop. But nothing made a difference, it just grew and grew. It got stiffer and bent slightly in confinement, the head slowly wedging itself just barely between her legs. There was nothing he could do but keep his eyes shut and wish for it to end.

Louise blocked her instinct to act surprised when she felt the increased pressure on her legs; she couldn’t afford to do anything to be noticed. Besides, it would have been a lie anyway. Even as she played her part of bored girlfriend messing around on her phone and scanned around them to watch the other people, a portion of her mind seemed to keep full awareness of that strange warm shape pressed against that place where her butt met her legs. She pushed away the thought that, rather than being surprised to feel him swelling, she’d been waiting for it from almost the moment she’d thrown herself on him.

She felt it starting to press its way into the meat of her legs. She tried to push her mind elsewhere, but found the only place it would go was to that night a week ago when this had all started. She’d been so pleased to watch it swell then for her amateur little show, stiffening for her against his rude claims otherwise. Against his very will.

And now it was again.

A dozen kids streamed by, followed slowly by some adults. One woman glanced, freezing Louise as she made eye contact. Forcing herself, Louise sighed, slumped her shoulders, and pulled her pretend phone back up towards her face, ignoring the woman. When she glanced again a few seconds later, the woman had lost interest and was walking away.

As the group moved by, she sighed for real, shifting on her brother. His whole body stiffening, he squirmed slightly. “Stay still,” she whispered over her shoulder. “That group passed but there’s another coming.”

“Should we run for it?” Carter stuttered, barely managing to talk.

“No.” As they squirmed slightly, it pressed on her more with a weird curve. She felt Carter trying to pull back from her, pushing with his hold around her sides. “Stop. Just leave it. If you pull back, someone could see it sticking out,” she said pressing back again. She felt him winch.

“Sorry,” he said.

She could see the bit of pain mixed with pain; there wasn’t room for his dick without bending. “Just hold still,” she said. Spreading her knees little by little, she made room, shifting side to side more than she would have likened, until she finally felt her brother’s dick slide forward against her skin.

He gasped, arms tensing more. “Still,” she repeated, waiting a few breaths. “You can’t run like that. We’ll have to wait until it’s clear and get back around Mindy’s house.”

His dick pulsed as it had been doing randomly every few seconds while it grew, as though testing its confinement. She tightened her legs, trying to fearlessly hold it in place, feeling it cut through the thickness of her thighs.

A new worry occurred to her, and carefully she took a hand down, running down the groove between her thighs until suddenly it hit a bump.

Carter gasped again, feeling the poke on his tip. “What?”

After a quick glance around, Louise dared to look down herself, able see, just below the edge of her costume, half of his purple head poking from between her legs.

“It’s too low. Hold on,” she said. She tugged down at her costume, but it just didn’t have any give to it; it only barely covered her crotch as it was. She would have to pull an inch away from him for it not to stick out at all. It would have to move up to at least get in the shadow of her costume. She spread her thighs, hoping to move it without using her hand. It seemed unwilling to slide up, their skin somewhat stuck together. She spread a little more and twisted. Just as she was about to give up and simply grab it, it suddenly gave, popping loose.

His dick had to angle down to stay between her thighs. Given the chance, it tried to come up to level, jumping up her thigh until it went as far as it could.

It couldn’t have been more than a tap, but it felt like a body slam. His shaft came up right along her pussy, with his head slapping squarely against her clitoris. She gasped, hands flying down over herself, covering the end of his dick, while her legs automatically slammed shut again. He grunted lightly, his own reaction to push his hips out at her, pushing his dick against her fingers. They both froze.

Louise jerked her head up, looking around, terrified someone might have noticed, but she could see no one looking. She pulled her hands away from their contact, and brought one tensely up to her face with her fake phone again. As casually as she could, she tugged down on her costume hem, ensuring it was low enough to cover them.

Slowly, Carter began to see what had happened and where things stood. The pressure on his dick had changed, from squeezing the sides to something pressing downward all the way along his length, right to the base. Countering his own push, he pulled back into the car, and he could feel his dick moving against her, a bit of roughness from hair mixed with an easy slide. Louise shivered as he moved, allowing one hand back to herself and on his tip. He froze. “Still,” he said, beating her too it.

“Still,” she nodded, breathless. “We’re fine now if we don’t move. We just need to wait until it’s clear.”

“Okay,” Carter said, looking off the the side. Beyond the little car, the road was pale and shadowy, people scattered as far as he could see. It had gotten cold, which he hated to admit. Louise’s body pressed against him, feeling almost sticky everywhere their skin met around her costume.

And his cock, hard as could be, was pressed firmly against her pussy.

Louise tried to focus on staying still: all she needed to do now was be still and wait until their chance to move came. But stillness turned out to be more difficult than imagined. Even as her muscles locked to stone, her heart pounded hard and her chest seemed to keep heaving deep breaths.

She could feel his cock resisting her, not yielding space to her squeeze, stiff but soft, and so warm. With each breath, she could feel herself moving just slightly against it, felt it press just a bit. His glans felt fat and bulbous against her, swollen and pressing right on her clit. Each breath moved her just so against it, at first slightly abrasive. Adjusting it, however, would require another dangerous amount of motion that might draw attention or make things worse.

Soon, to her relief, the abrasive sensation stopped, only to be replaced by a different one. His cock no longer seemed to catch, skin-to-skin, but moved more freely, almost slick.

She was getting wet.

She tried to slow her breathing, but the deep ones only amplified it. Each surge of air in her lungs would move her just so, a motion barely perceptible if not for the extreme sensitivity of the part in question. The harder she tried to hold the air in, the harder it came out when she could hold it no more. The more she tried to let her breathing go naturally, the more it seemed to build deeper on its own. All the while, with each puff came the indescribable tickling pressure of her clit rubbing and sliding on her brother’s cock.

Behind his tightly closed eyes, Carter just heard the same words echoing in his mind over and over. My dick is touching Louise’s pussy. My sister’s pussy is on my dick. Even if not penetrating, it was surrounded by her body, frighteningly warm and maddeningly moist. It was so wrong, so much more dangerous than simply having a ripped costume on the street.

She couldn’t believe it had gotten so intense so quickly. Hardly able to stand it, Louise quivered on an exhale. She focused all her energy and caught her breath, breathing in slow, even, and deep. As she held it, she could feel Carter’s breath on her bare shoulder, breaking up the cold breeze with warm blasts. Tightening her lips, she blew out slowly as she could. As her chest emptied and her body sank in, her pelvis seemed to fall back, and, giving in for just a moment, she let it move, feeling the end of his cock pushing forward against her. Sliding not even a half-inch, her clit seemed to sing. Her whole body seemed almost overwhelmed, every little muscle twisting, ready to burst at the slightest provocation.

She couldn’t stay that way any longer, she knew. Sucking air back in, she looked around quickly. The group nearest them was well past, the next one still a little ways down. Behind them, Darren had left; she thought she could just see him near the party house. The group across the street had moved on and been replaced by a smaller group that seemed more focuses, but was quickly approaching the couple handing out candy on their porch.

“Now,” Louise said.

“Now?” Carter echoed, opening his eyes and glancing at what he could behind his sister, still afraid to move a muscle.

“Yes,” Louise replied. “Ready?”

They stood frozen one more second, tensing, gathering their strength. Louise sucked in one more time as Carter’s cock pushed on her clit, then stepped forward, feeling him rush across her, sliding along her pussy before bounding up briefly along her ass.

Suddenly, Carter was in the street, leaning against the little hatchback with a full erection in front of him. Louise grabbed his shoulder and tugged, and they took off walking.

“Not too fast, casual,” Louise said, staying at his side with a hand on his arm. Their heads whipping back and forth, they hopped onto the curb and to the sidewalk, barely waiting before starting to cut across the yard. Even in the dark and partly blocked by his hand, Louise could see his cock thrusting forward, bouncing with each step. She kept to his side, trying to at least block part of the street from his front.

After the eternity of a few seconds, they were around to the side of the house. Out of the direct line of site, Carter rushed ahead, reaching the gate and fumbling it until Louise got there. She had to push in next to him and swat his hands away, opening it for him.

With a few more steps, they were through. They paused behind the gate, waiting, half-expecting someone to come tearing after them. It took more than a few seconds before they accepted the near-silence. Louise re-latched the gate; groaning, Carter walked into the yard.

Carter stumbled along the small gravel path toward the complete cover of the gazebo. Now out of the glare of street lights and the noise of other people, his system just seemed to keep crashing with each step. Not ready to sit down, he stopped at the entrance to the gazebo, leaned against one of the posts and put his hands on his head.

As he opened his eyes, Louise approached. His hands dropped to his dick. It had managed to lose a bit of steam in their flight, now drooping down but still clearly swollen. When his hand came into contact, it had a surprising damp stickiness to it, and Carter pulled his hand away, looking down before realizing what he was feeling.

As Carter wavered, he saw his sister looking at him. The whole world seemed centered around his penis, its every twitch a cause for worry, every glance sending the flash of fear up and down his body. The constancy was tiring, and he was exhausted. He flipped his hands away. “I give up. There it is,” he said, letting his head fall back until it thudded on the post.

“That’s fine. Don’t worry about it here. I don’t mind looking at it. I don’t mind seeing it, I mean.”

She rubbed her arms, then tugged lightly at the bottom of her costume, feeling a little silly about her attempt at modesty while her brother was so exposed. Even without being fully erect, it seemed to just burst past those little flaps, pushing them to either side so that the costume covered barely more than the very base of his length. In the sideways light from the garden, one half of it was lit up in yellowish-red, setting off its shapes. She could almost feel its softness.

“Um,” she said, breaking the silence. “I know what we should do,” she said. He didn’t respond or move his head, so continued. “I thought of it earlier just before you decided to run. I’ll just run down to the house and grab you some clothes.”

Carter groaned, rubbing his head. “Duh.” He shook his head, mad it hadn’t occurred to him already.

She stepped back, trying to force herself away, but unable to resist the urge to take a last long look at her essentially naked brother. “So, I guess I’ll go ahead and go do that…”

Carter looked down and, for the first time since the street, their eyes met. His eyes were a revelation, looking at her not with his typical indifference or annoyance, not even with the anger at her that she had expected from him as justified. Instead it was like a mirror, looking at her with the same mix she knew was coming from her own eyes: warmth, fear, and something else entirely. She felt her voice vanish from her throat.

Trembling, she stepped back. For the first time she could remember in her life, she was afraid of herself, of her own feelings. Hand fiddling a moment, she managed to point behind her toward the gate, pulling herself a few stumbling backward steps.


His voice was low, without force. She froze instantly.

“What about Mom and Dad? They’ll be at the door for trick-or-treaters.”

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out the first time. She nodded before finding her voice. “Right. I won’t be able to sneak by without them seeing me in this costume. What should we do?”

“They’ll run out of candy at some point and turn off the light. But that probably won’t be for a half-hour at least. You’ll have to just stay here with me until then.”

His voice got softer on the last sentence. Nodding, she stepped back towards him. Slowly she stepped into the entrance across from her brother, easing against the other post.

A voice echoed from the street, fading and giving way to the sound of the garden’s bushes rustling in the breeze. “In this yard, you almost could believe this is a treehouse in the jungle.”

“Works for me. Right now I’d much rather be Tarzan of the jungle than Carter walking down a suburban street.”

“For what it’s worth, you make a good Tarzan.”

He smiled, and their eyes met again. Louise felt the same queasiness come over her. She found a hand on her shoulder, fingers fiddling on the single costume strap, a cycle of light pinching, tugging, and letting it fall back to her skin. Carter’s eyes passed over her, looking at her in a way she’d only seen once before, but without the reluctance of that night a week ago. Her own eyes fell on his body again, noticing his dick starting to push up from his near-vertical position.

“Sorry. It seems to have a mind of its own tonight,” he said.

“Jungle man,” Louise said, smiling hard at him. Their voices kept getting lower and lower as they talked, the distance between them shrinking.

“Cold?” Carter asked. Louise nodded. “Sorry, I can’t offer you my jacket. I think the breeze hits that side more.”

An idea just seemed to pop into her head, and for a moment she froze. Inside her mind she built a wall around it, protecting it from herself, not wanting to allow any more time to consider it or try and figure out if it was a good idea or bad. She simply wanted to act on it.

“Then I’d better move to that side.”

She stepped away from the post, turning around to put her back toward her brother, and sank into him. It was a terrifying moment, and she stood stiffly, pushing back against Carter’s chest, waiting to see how he’d respond to her sudden play.

He jumped a bit in surprise, putting his hands on her sides, but freezing in place as she pressed into him once more. They both stood a few seconds, tense and scared. Louise was terrified she’d made the mistake of her life.

Slowly, his hands slid forward, coming around her sides to her belly, wrapping around her like they had in the car. In that embrace, all the worry seemed to run right out of Louise. She eased back, feeling her shoulders against his chest, tipping her head back until it was nearly on his shoulders.

Her attention turned to her hips, and she stretched and tipped herself, trying to recreate the position they’d had earlier on the car. Carter was standing more upright now, and she had to push off her toes to get high enough to feel his dick pressing on the back of her thighs again.

A thousand voices seemed to scream inside Carter’s head. He didn’t want to hear from any of them. He didn’t want to think about what she was doing, or how he should be reacting as her brother. All he wanted was to feel the sensation of her skin on him again and, if only for an accidental moment, feel his dick pressing against her once more.

Straining on her toes, she held herself in place, pressing against him with all the strength she could, trying to hold the position, and waiting for the pressure to increase. It had to happen soon, it was the only thing that could happen, the only reality she could accept. She grabbed onto to his forearm, steadying herself, petting his hair, feeling his strength as he held her. He had such strong arms.

As if her touch to his arm cued him, there it was. The pressure built, nudge by nudge. Straining further, she opened her thighs just so, ready for it to push its way in again. It took its time, swelling slowly, with every heartbeat pushing itself in a little bit farther, climbing against her skin a little higher, as if climbing her thighs like a ladder.

Carter puffed, breathing out right by Louise’s ear, and she smiled. His cock was about to fullness, and she felt him firmly but slowly press his hips forward. The angle was still wrong, the base of his dick pushing against her butt with his dick angling down into her thighs.

She tried stretching further, but was at her limit, and so instead kicked at the inside of her brother’s foot. She pushed against his body, encouraging him downward, and he widened his stance, letting his feet go forward and out, leaning harder on the post.

Having some room, Louise sunk her feet back to the ground, standing forward a moment to relax her legs, keeping his dick pinned between the back of her thighs. As Carter found his place, she encouraged him a little lower. When he was finally low enough, she eased back toward him. Spreading her legs slowly, careful as to how she moved against it, she let his dick push through her thighs, inching upward, until finally, she felt his head return to itself rightful place pressing against her clit.

She squeezed her legs tight on him, pressing her butt into his waist, pressing everything hard, not wanting him to move a twitch while was got used to the sensation once more. It felt so strongly, she could picture her clit to be as big as the end of his dick, two fleshy bulbs rubbing against each other.

Even as she held him, he started pushing, gently, but with such firm strength she couldn’t stop it. His dick slipped its way forward, bit by bit. She gripped his arm hard, almost clawing him, her other hand dropping to where the feeling was so intense. Her fingertips wrapped around the end of his cock as it stuck out slightly in front of her, pressing it against herself, trying to control its motion.

Everything felt slick to Carter, from Louise’s fingers sliding over his dewy tip to his entire length nestled up along her. With his every little push and pull, their skin seemed stuck together, except his dick, which slid without resistance. He could almost smell how wet she was. He kept shifting slightly, trying to adjust his position, wanting as much contact with her pussy as he could find, desperate for every sense of it.

As his movement became more rhythmic, she found she could control the powerful sensation better by moving as well, slightly against his motion, pushing back when he pushed forward. His whole head slid across her clit with each thrust, pushing into her palm, and then sliding back between her legs until it would vanish for just a moment before thrusting out again.

Soon, he started pulling back, his dick instinctively trying to find its way. She felt his thick head rubbing on her labia, splitting her open, until it was just barely teasing at her vagina, begging to her to let him in. Pressing her hand down, she felt relieved by the respite from the overwhelming stimulation of her clit. Feeling the situation falling more into her control, she enjoyed feeling his pleading thrusts, knowing his anxious hope kept building while she already knew what her answer would be. She angled up, denying him a moment longer with a smile she knew he couldn’t see, letting his cock slide back along the entire outside of her pussy.

She starting tip back, gradually, trying to help him find his way. After a couple near misses, he slid forward and it caught, his end just barely pushing into her. He wasn’t quite ready, and as he kept moving, it popped back out, flipping against her clit again, and they both grunted.

Carter sensed he was close, that in this moment, she was ready to let him in. Eagerly, he pushed his dick back into place, trying to find his way again. After a few seconds of frantic probing, he found his mark, resistance suddenly giving way to a different pressure. He pressed slowly, but the angle was still wrong and he popped out again.

Louise couldn’t wait any longer. Reaching between her legs, she found the end of his dick, snaring it. Tugging against him, she leaned forward, pulling from his arms until his hands were on her sides. Leaving her feet planted, she fell across the gazebo’s entry, resting her forearm on the opposite post, carefully holding his dick so that it never left contact with her pussy.

Carter needed no further encouragement. Getting his feet more under him, he followed her, ready to try entry again. Beating him to it, Louise’s hand moved down further, taking a fuller grip of his cock, feeling his firm, hard warmth. She slid it across the outside of herself one more time, then carefully lined it up with herself and pulled him in.

His head squeezed into her opening, like nothing she’d ever felt before. Carefully, she let her hips slide down a bit more, feeling it move. It felt so good just barely inside; she felt she could hold it just like that for hours.

But Carter found his footing. He moved to her, his cock slowly and steadily sliding further and further in. Louise gasped and moaned out loud, feeling his entire length press into her until the space between them vanished, his thighs were pressing flat against hers. He filled her, stretched her, teaching her how her own body was meant to work. She grabbed hold of the post with both hands, leaning her shoulder into it for support. She felt barely able to think, to move, to breath, every bit of her just seemed wrapped around his cock.

Carter felt her freezing up almost painfully. “Louise?” he whispered out a dry mouth.

“No,” she said, barely audibly. She took a deep, uneven breath. “I’m Jane, and you’re my wild man of the jungle.”

She stretched forward, sliding on his dick, then fell back, pushing him fully in again, pressing her ass into his waist.

Carter thrust up to meet her next move. He slid his hands under her costume, grabbing her by her hips, pressing in deep as he could with each slow push.

Little by little, he moved her forward, until she was practically pressed bodily against the post, arms wrapped around to the back, gripping tightly. He kept pushing, sliding in and out of her faster and faster. Everything just felt so perfect.

She tried to balance, but as he pressed in, gripping her hips, she seemed to be almost floating against him. She let him take over the effort of keeping it deep inside her, giving over to his strength.

He thrust up a couple times deep, almost lifting her feet from the ground, and then just held it there. She felt him pressing into her with every muscle he had, an incredible power about to make her explode.

“I have to stop,” he said, cringing as he held himself deep inside of her.

“No,” Louise answered.

“I’m going to cum.”

Reality flooded back into her mind. She was having sex. Not foreplay, not screwing around, but full, complete, unprotected, raw, possibly impregnating sex, and not just with anyone, but with Carter. With her brother. Of course, they couldn’t allow that to happen. Even if it meant stopping at that very moment. He had such strength, not just in his body, but in his presence of mind. But somehow, seeing the reality only made her burn more; hearing him hold back just made her desire for him all the more intense. In that moment, she would have broken any rule, accepted any consequence, just to keep him inside her for one more minute.

He eased back, letting her weight back on her feet, sliding his dick away. She could feel how carefully he moved, knew how close he was, saw how he’d waited until the last possible moment to call it. It took all her own strength to just let him go and not thrust down onto him, finishing their wild experience properly.

He lingered at the end, his head stopped just inside her, and in the last moment, she determined a compromise with herself. Suddenly, she grabbed his dick in her hand, pulling back up outside her to her clit.

Carter stumbled back against her, yanked by his cock. With wild, unpracticed movements, her fingers stroked his shaft underneath her, rubbing his head frantically across her clit.

“Oh, god, Lou…” Carter trailed off before saying her whole name.

“Cum for me, Tarzan,” Louise said. She tipped forward, face contorting, pushing fully into the post. “Cum for me.”

Arms back around his sister’s waist, Carter gasped and moaned. Louise could feel his body move, trembling, tugging at her for support as his legs seemed to weaken. His cock pulsed in her hand, flexing as she tugged it. Where her wrist passed over his dick to reach his shaft, she felt first a small bump, followed by a warmth and the vague sensation of running fluid. Soon, it seemed everywhere, running down her palm to her fingers, all around the end of his cock, in her pubic hair, and completely across her clit, where she kept rubbing him against her.

She had held back when they were on the car in the street; she’d held back when she’d gotten his dick on her again; she’d held back while he was fucking her deep; she would hold back no longer. She felt the last pulses of his cock against her as his balls kept emptying, and her whole body started twisting into an electric knot. She tried to keep herself steady, but her hips started trembling, then shaking almost wildly. She gripped desperately at the post, feeling Carter’s arms wrapped tight around her waist. They pressed against each other, keeping themselves from tumbling to the ground.

Steadied by her brother, a wave rolled up her back straight to her head, making it jerk back. Her mouth locked open, lips pulled back off her teeth. Carter’s hold got stronger, and she gave in entirely, letting her body jerk and pulse, her head at intervals flopping almost violently.

It seemed to continue for an absurdly long time as he held her in his arms.

Louise peeked around the edge of the house onto the street.

“How does it look?” Carter asked, calling behind from the darkness by the gate.

“Pretty clear, actually. I can definitely make it.”

Carter stepped forward, coming up behind his sister and peeking past her. He placed his hand on her shoulder, and Louise hid a smile. He was touching her from behind again already.

“It’s completely dead. I’ll just go with you.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. I mean, on the dark side of the street, it’s not that obvious,” he said, checking his costume once more. Louise checked as well, tilting her head until she could just make it out beneath the flap. She caught herself, careful not to look further. Carter getting another erection could still cause a hitch, after all.

Checking it was clear once more, they went for it, walking briskly across the street to the darker sidewalk.

As their half-mile walk went on, they relaxed. Some people walked by across the street; they kept walking without a problem.

“Looks like it won’t be hard getting back after all,” Louise said.

“Yeah, I mean, no one’s really going to notice. I might have been making too much of it,” Carter said, a backdoor apology.

“It’s all right. Better safe than sorry,” Louise said. As the passed closer to a lit-up driveway, Louise looked down on herself. Right in the middle at the bottom she could just make out white spots against the uniform faux-leather. She brushed her hand against it, tugging gently at the hem.

She smirked at herself. Those two spots were nothing compared to the mess underneath. Even with the better part of an hour in the gazebo afterwards, there was little to be done to clean up; she’d decided not to worry. Jungle women didn’t have to worry about such things, after all. Her hand still felt covered in sticky residue, and there was just enough residual dampness on her pussy that the occasional breeze gave her a chill through it.

She looked over at her brother, walking, bare-chested and broad-shouldered, down the cool, empty sidewalk, vanishing briefly in the shade of a tree.

The lights were off on the front of their house. They crept onto the porch, and Louise carefully stuck her head through the door. Together, they darted in and to their hallway, each to their own light-filled room.

Louise emerged, fully dressed and cleaned up. She leaned down to peek at her brother’s room, surprised to see the door open. He was dressed and on his bed, watching TV.

She sighed. “Back to normal.”

“Yep. It’s all over. We escaped.”

Louise nodded. “Well, now what?”

Carter gestured. “Now, I watch TV until I can’t keep my eyes open anymore.”

“Sounds good,” Louise said. She stood at the doorway, flipping her finger across the wood, seeing what he was watching.

They watched in silence a moment, exhausted, completely emotionally spent. Carter knew it wouldn’t be long before he was out for the night. It was better that way; whatever happened tonight was best not thought about. His eyes were already starting to droop.

“Goodnight,” Louise said, but paused, staring hard at his door frame. “Hey… Carter?”


Not looking at your brother, Louise picked a fingernail at the pain. “Can we keep the costumes?”

With the words in the air, she felt herself tense up, gripping the doorway and staring into the hall, feeling his reluctance to answer.


She stepped into the hallway and went back to her room, a big smile growing on her face.

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