The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Three: The Vision of Hecate
The seductive Hawaa attempts to dominated Kyle, will he succumb or will he prove stronger than the Si’lat whore?
The seductive Hawaa attempts to dominated Kyle, will he succumb or will he prove stronger than the Si’lat whore?
Kyle treats with the Sheikh of the Ifrit to win the fiery tribes support against the Marid.
A night of roistering. Brute vs. marsh-manâhero intervenes.
Meet Emily’s next door neighbor who volunteers to take Emily and two other girls camping for the weekend.
Miranda gets caught by daddy and confesses
This is a story about young boys. If you have no interest in such a story, then leave now. Otherwise, enjoy the very strange contents of my mind
Here is the first story I ever wrote, so comments are welcome. Just please be kind.
Part 4 of the story
Sometimes what you rally need is right in front of you.
Sorry if this one seems rushed. I had a lot going on, but if I do make another part I will try to do better.
Kyle revels with his harem before setting off to Aaliyah’s home.
An awkward young man meets his summer neighbors at Pond Cove.
Is this the beginning of a new relationship between Johnathon and his father?
My introduction into sucking hard cocks!
Ok so this is my first ever story, comment if you want more parts etc.
A teenager gets the chance to lose his virginity to the woman of his dreams
More trouble for Johnathon and Lana
Fantasy becomes realityâŚ
This is a story of how a couple meet for the second time.
Lucy
She stands under the spray of the shower, head tilted back against the cool tile. Her whole body aches, but never has she felt so exhilarated. Shivers are running up and down her spine just thinking about how her life had changed in the last month. Lucy never expected for things to turn out the way they did, but damn she was glad they had.
Lucy is your average girl. She lives in an average home, works an average job, and drives an average car. She is the poster child for average. Lucy is the type of person who takes care of everyone, and everyone depends on. Granted she doesnât mind doing so, but sometime she wonders if anyone will ever take care of her needs.
Nothing would indicate that lurking deep within her is a fire, a fire the average guy canât put out. Lucy tried dating your average Joeâs, but vanilla sex isnât what she craved. She needed someone who understood her need to be controlled. Not someone who treated sex as a formal affair. Manners had no place in her bedroom. She was tired of grunting and faking her way thru her weekly sexual encounter.
She had been with a steady guy for the last three years. He like she was average, but what set them apart was he had no imagination. Donât misunderstand he is kind and considerate, treating Lucy like a Princess. Ben just lacked the ability to treat Lucy like a queen and fuck her like a whore. Something she always thought about, but was unable to ask the meek and mild mannered Ben for.
Things changed a few weeks ago when Lucy stumbled across a site on the internet advertising fantasy matching. She was intrigued, and thought what could it hurt to check into it. The site was completely confidential, everyone used screen names or numbers to chat. The site was setup in sections of interests. Things such as married couples seeking a third to play, married men or women seeking a side piece, Subs seeking Doms and vise versa, but the title that caught Lucyâs eye was rape fantasies. It was the ultimate form of dominance. The complete lack of power is what really excited her.
Without giving it a second thought she clicked the tab, and opened a whole new world. She couldnât believe what she was reading. Their were so many like minded people here, all looking to either live out or fulfill this fantasy. She scanned through reading the different things that these men and women were looking for.
Lucy knew she would have to get to know the person a little first. Their was no way she could trust a complete stranger to do these things to her. That is when she came across a profile for a man who seemed to have tastes that matched her own. He was looking for a long term sub. He wanted her open to new and constant challenges such as rape games, and role playing. He mentioned experience wasnât required, but obedience was. He required a meeting or at the least a few in-depth conversations to discuss expectations and compatibility.
She was scared and nervous, but mostly excited. She doesnât know what to expect, or even if they would be what the other was looking for. This doesnât stop her though, before she can talk herself out of it she sent him a message. It reads simply âI am very interested in what you have to offer. What I lack in experience I make up for in enthusiasm. Please respond if you would like to meet. Sincerely Serva.â
Lucy woke up early for work the next day. She stood a little straighter, and had a pep in her step. She couldnât wait to get home to see if he had written back. She rushed through the day with a smile on her face. When five oâclock came she signed out and headed straight home.
She was anxious to sign on her new account and check for messages, but talked herself out of it. Instead she made pasta, took a shower, and put on her favorite black lace night gown. As she sat down to pull up the screen, the door bell rang. She couldnât imagine who would be coming by this time of night without calling first. When she opened the door it was Ben. In all of her excitement she had forgotten about today being Friday. Every Friday for the past two and half years she and Ben had a standing âdate.â In other words he would come over, and they would talk about things that had happened that week. The night ended with her on her back staring at the ceiling making a mental grocery list or some other mundane mental task.
Tonight she thought just last week this is all I had to look forward too. She had never been so ready for him to leave. Ben never stayed over, not wanted the neighbors to think bad of them. He was always gone but 10:30 at the latest. Ben didnât like to try new positions. He felt that missionary was the most intimate, they were able to look into each others eyes as they climaxedâŚor so he thought. Ben had yet to make her cum, hell he couldnât even get her wet anymore. She actually thought about buying stock in KY Jelly just to recoup some of the money she has spent over the years.
At 10:20 Benâs car was backing out of her driveway. She hurriedly locked the door, and raced back to her laptop. She grabbed it and headed to the bedroom. Comfortably snuggled in bed she opens the browser again, typing in the already familiar address. The page lights up the screen. She signs in to her personal page, screen name Serva4u. The first thing that catches her attention in the mailbox icon. It doesnât show any new messages. Lucy is very disappointed. She canât help, but think maybe this just wasnât meant to be. Thoroughly dejected she rolls over, fighting back tears, and falls into a fitful sleep.
Ben
Driving home, Ben sat and thought about his situation. He had been with Lucy for three years, and everyone expects him to propose soon. The problem is things werenât working anymore. He loved her, but he needed excitement. He was forced to make love to her only once a week and in the same position to keep himself at bay. They had met in grade school, and had been friends every since. They started dating their senior year of college. The two of them had a lot in common, and share almost everything. Almost being the key wordâŚ
Ben didnât know how to tell Lucy his secret. He tried to fight the urges, and he had been doing really good with it since they had been together. He wanted to be with Lucy and he knew the only way that could happen was to leave his past behind. She would never speak to him again if she knew the things he liked to do.
It had all started the summer before his sophomore year of high school. He had been doing odd jobs to make the money to buy a car. He mowed lawns, painted, cleaned gutter, and anything else to make a dollar.
One day he got a call from the lady down the street. He had met her and her husband at block parties and other social events. She had gotten divorced about six months earlier, and no one really saw much of her anymore. So he didnât think anything of it when Mrs. Jones called asking if he could come over and do a few things around her place. He told her that he was booked that day, but he would be over first thing in the morning.
The next morning bright and early he headed down the street to Mrs. Jonesâ house. She had told he the day before that she wanted the yard cleaned. Seeing that it was six in the morning he decided not to bother her and just got started. He picked up the limbs, weeded flower beds, and about midday started on the grass. The sun was beating down on him so he took off his shirt. He thought nothing of going without a shirt. Ben had always had a great body thanks to playing sports at school.
He finished the front yard and was heading around back when he heard her calling his name. Ben stepped around the corner, and was shocked to see Mrs. Jones standing there in a white bikini. The suit looked to be a couple sizes to small by the way her tits were spilling out of the top. The bottoms werenât much better, they were so tight you could clearly see the curves of the lips of her pussy. She must have just came out of the pool because the suit was transparent. Ben was instantly hard.
Ben walked slowly over to her. She ask if he would like something to drink since he had been working so hard. He nodded, unable to speak. When she was inside he tried everything to get his rock hard cock to go down to size. It was useless, he couldnât get the image of her in that white bikini out of his mind. He did his best to adjust his shorts, and even went as far as to put his shirt on. It didnât help much, but he convinced himself it wasnât that noticeable.
A few minutes later Mrs. Jones returned with two glasses and a pitcher iced tea. She told Ben to have a seat by the pool with her. He agreed and followed her to the table and chairs. She sat first and he took a seat on the other side of the table, still hoping to conceal the bulge in his shorts.
Ben didnât realize that his response to seeing her so scantily dressed was what she had been hoping for. Mrs. Jones had been far from lonely since her divorce, but she was tired of grown men who didnât know what they were doing. She wanted a boy she could mold into what she needed and wanted. Ben didnât know it yet, but she had her sights on him.
She had been watching him work in the neighborhood. Sweat dripping down his chest, all she could think about was licking it off. Maria had never thought of herself as a cougar, but then she had never been looking before. She had married Phil when she was 18 and he was 24. He was fresh out of college, and making a fast name for himself in the business world. She never went to college, choosing to do charity work with civic groups in the community. Phil made a good living for them, and since they wanted to start a family it worked for them.
When she was 20, after years of trying, the doctors told her she would be unable to have children. It was a devastating blow to the marriage, both she and Phil had looked forward to starting a family. They got through it with the help of one another, or at least she had. Phil had not given up on his dream to become a father. She found out last year that he had been having multiple affairs, without the use of a condom. Phil finally got his receptionist pregnant, and told Maria that he was leaving.
Maria was hurt and confused. She couldnât believe that this man that she loved was leaving her for a 19 year old. At 32 Maria was still very attractive, she looked to be in her mid twenties if that. After the initial shock wore off, she was pissed. She hired the best divorce attorney she could find. She ended up with 75% of everything, plus sizable alimony payments. She decided then she didnât want to work, or get married. She was just going to enjoy herself, and her exâs money.
She and Ben talked for about an hour. She told him that she wanted to clean out the basement and attic. She ask if their was anyway that he could spend a few more days working around her place. Of course Ben would have agreed to stick his tongue in a bed of fire ants at that point had she ask him too.
After they finished their third glass of iced tea Ben said he needed to be getting back to work. Maria told him when he was done to take a dip in the pool and cool off before heading home. He thanked her, and went back to the yard work. The whole time he was cutting grass all he could think of was Mrs. Jones in her little white bikini.
When he finished he went to tell Mrs. Jones that he was done and collect his money before getting in the pool. He rang the bell three times before he heard what sounded like crying. Ben didnât think, he reacted. He opened the door, walked in, and started looking for her.
He finally found her laying on the couch in the living room. She still had on the bikini, but now she had the bottoms pulled to the side. She had a large dildo going in and out of her dripping wet pussy. The top was untied from around her neck, she was pinching the fuck out of her nipples. What he had thought was crying was actually screams of pleasure.
Ben didnât know what to do. He knew he should probably just leave, but his feet like his dick werenât listening to his brain. He couldnât do anything but watch this beautiful woman making herself cum. Ben had watched porn, but he had never seen anything like this up close. His girlfriend Cindy let him go down on her after a dance last year, but she kept saying she wasnât ready for more. Ben on the other hand stayed ready.
Maria knew he was watching her, and she loved every minute of it. The only thing that would have made it better is if he would have walked over to her and took the place of the dildo. She had came in earlier sopping wet thinking about having Ben bend her over and fuck the hell out of her. It had been almost a month since Maria had someone to fuck, so she couldnât resist grabbing her favorite toy when she heard the lawn mower stop. She knew Ben would be coming to the door soon.
Now for part 2 of her plan. She started moaning and screaming Benâs name. As her hand went faster she pretended it was Ben. He was floored by what he heard. He couldnât believe she was thinking about him as she worked her pussy over. About that time she opened her eyes so she was looking at him. Ben gasps and starts to stammer. Maria smiles and asks if he would like to help her with one last thing before going home.
Ben maybe slow, but he isnât a fool. He almost tripped over his own feet trying to get to her. She just smiled thinking this is going to work better than she had hoped. When he made it to the couch he reached out, but she stopped him and told him to get on his knees. Ben dropped to the floor and ate her pussy like he was starving and this was going to be his last meal. He didnât have much experience but he was eager to please her. This went on for a good 10 to 20 minutes before she couldnât take anymore. She told him to take her. While he was fumbling with his pants, she removed her swim suit. She bent over the arm of the couch and waited.
He came up behind her a short time later and lined the head of his dick up with the entrance to her pussy. He placed his hands on her hips, and started easing his hard dick into her tight pussy. She was to worked up to wait, so she slammed her hips back to meet his. Ben almost came right then. It took all his self control and everything he had every read online about sex to keep from blowing his load.
He sped up trying to keep up with her. He couldnât believe how good she felt. He knew sex would be good, but damn he wasnât expecting it to be like this. He could feel her tightening her pussy muscles around his dick every time he plunged inside of her. He had his head tilted back, sweat dripping, moaning, hips pumping in and out. Maria couldnât believe her luck. Ben was a quick study. He was catching on quickly to what she wanted.
Today marked the beginning of their relationship. He worked the rest of the summer for her. No one thought anything of it because of the divorce they all assumed that he was just taking care of the things that had been neglected since her husband left. They didnât realize how close they were to the truth.
Ben spent his days being educated on the fine art of sex and S&M. Maria was a switch. She liked to dominate as well as submit. She taught Ben about role playing, bondage, group sex and much more.
The first time they had sex with someone else was when Benâs two cousins came to visit that summer. He told Maria that he wouldnât be able to visit for a week because they would be down. She ask him if he trust them. He answered quickly that yes they were as close as brothers. She told him to bring them by if he wanted.
Jay and Jeremy were twins and Benâs cousins. They had been down about two days when Ben broke down and told them about Maria. Of course the news was followed by a round of attaboys. Then he dropped the bomb, telling them that they could go to her house with him to do âyard workâ if they wanted to. They both readily agreed that they would all go the next day.
Ben called Maria to tell her they would be by early that morning. At 8 oâclock Ben rang her door bell. They left around 6 that afternoon. After each had filled every hole of her body several times. Maria was thankful for youthful resilience. She had never had three dicks in her at once. The twins being a little older had some experience, but they had nothing on what Ben had learned during the last few weeks.
After they were gone Maria laid in bed fucking herself with her dildo watching the tape they had just made. The boys all looked enough alike to be brothers, which made it that much better. She loved the way the three of them looked sliding their big hard dicks in and out of her. It was like watching gears of a clock, they had the timing just right. One would slide in as the other was sliding out. It was incredible to watch, but it felt a hell of a lot better. She was still sore so she just laid there gently pushing the toy in and out of her tender pussy, enjoying the feeling of their cum still dripping from her.
It was a wild summer to say the least. Ben got his car just before school, thanks to Maria. Ben wasnât sure if she was going to brake it off now that he was back in school, but that wasnât the case. He and Maria continued to play around until Ben went off to college. Ben dated so people wouldnât get suspicious, but Maria was the only one he wanted. She understood how to make his body burn.
While Ben was in college he went home every holiday to visit Maria until the summer before his senior year. When he returned home Maria told him that it was time to end it. He needed to find his own way, his life was just beginning. She moved that July and Ben had not heard from her since.
It was the following school year that he started dating Lucy. He never told her about Maria. He didnât know how, and he was scared that she wouldnât understand. Now here he was getting ready to cheat on the only girl he has ever loved because of the need to play these games he learned so long ago. He didnât understand why, but it was like he had to do it. He had to dominate someone. Maria had taught him the joy of controlling someone, and it has became a need inside of him.
Guilt stricken Ben goes home to his computer and logs on to the new site he has joined. The site is to help match people with others that have similar fantasies. Ben had put up a want ad of sorts a few days ago, not being able to stop himself anymore.
He was surprised to see that he already had seven responses, but one in particular caught his eye. She was new to the game, and that is one of the things he was looking for. Like Maria had done for him he wanted to mold someone to his tastes, while letting them find what suited them.
He typed a quick response telling the girl that if she was serious about wanting to get to know one another the first step was to text him a profile of herself along with a picture. The profile was to tell him what she thought she wanted out of the arrangement, and the picture was to be of her naked except for a pair of black high heels. The catch was that she had to be posed on the edge of a chair with her legs spread, and her hands on knees. This text had to be sent by 3 oâclock the next day. Not 3:01 or 3:30…3:00 or not at all.
He did this to make sure that the girl could follow directions. If she wasnât able to follow the simple steps that he had laid out then he knew it wouldnât work. He had too much at stake to risk picking the wrong person. So finished with the email he drifts off to sleep with thoughts of Lucy on his mind.
Lucy
Lucy wakes up exhausted, and fixes coffee for herself. She takes a sip of the first cup and thinks she might live. She sits down at the counter and eats a bowl of cereal, thinking that after she will go and delete her account. She canât stand all of the waiting, and really Ben was everything she wantedâŚexcept in bed.
Lucy opens the page and signs on to her account. She finds the deactivate account button at the bottom of the screen, just before she presses it she notices that she has a message. Renewed hope courses thru her. She clicks on the mailbox and reads the message. It is asking her for a profile of what she wants out of the arrangement and a picture of herself. The guy is very particular about the way he wants these things sent and the time, but this isnât a problem.
Lucy is excited as she goes about preparing for her picture. She starts by taking a long hot bubble bath. She files her nails as she soaks, thinking about what she will write for her profile. She finishes her nails and bathes, followed by shaving. She has a hard time deciding how she wants to shave her pussy, finally she just shaves it bare. Thinking he will be able to get a better look this way. After washing her hair she gets out. She takes her time drying her body with the large bath sheet. She likes the feel of the terry cloth against her skin, ruff yet soft.
When sheâs dry she rubs ever inch of her body in baby oil. Then she wraps herself in the towel, and starts on her hair. Normally Lucyâs hair is a mess of curls, but today she wants something different. So she spends the next hour straightening her unruly hair. Next she paints her nails apple red. When they dry she does her make up. She doesnât want to over do it so she added mascara, eye liner, and eye shadow for the smoky eye effect, red lip gross finishes off the look. She puts on peep toe black high heels, and goes to the living room.
Sheâs almost ready! She sets the timer on the camera, and gets on the chair. She is sitting on the edge as requested. Her legs are spread to almost a split position. At this angle her pussy is wide open, and last but not least she plants her hands on her knees, fingers spread. She takes three pictures in slightly different positions to make sure she has a good one. To her surprise she looked hot in all of them. Lucy isnât use to taking such picture, or even really thinking of herself as sexy. So she was defiantly shocked by the way the pictures turned out. She was very happy with the results though, and she hoped her new friend would be too. Now time for the profile. Lucy sat and thought about it for awhile, and then just decided to be honestâŚ.Iâm looking for someone to live out my fantasies with. Someone to take the reins and lead me to new heights. Will you be the one to push my limits? ServaâŚShe thought it was short, sweet, and to the point. She waited until 2:45 to send the text. Not wanting to seem overly eager. Now she had nothing to do but wait on a reply from UrFutrDom.
Ben
Ben had woken early and went to the gym as he did most Saturday mornings. Today was different though, today he was trying to work off nervous energy. He couldnât help but wait and wonder if Serva4u would reply in time.
After the gym he went home and took a shower, fixed breakfast, and headed to the park with his dog Bruce. Bruce was an American Boxer mix he had adopted after college. The dog was a big baby, and loved going to the park. Ben couldnât think of anything else to pass the time, so he grabbed Bruceâs leash and they headed out.
After a few hours of playing catch, and running they were both worn out. Ben sat on a bench and Bruce sat at his feet. Both of them were catching their breath and relaxing after their work out. Ben had managed to forget about the text until he looked at his watch, it was 2:30. He grabbed his and Bruceâs things and started heading home.
When at home he let Bruce off his leash and head again for the shower. The spray of the hot water eased his mind, but he could stop thinking about his mystery woman. As he lathered his body he reached for his dick, stroking it up and down. The thoughts of having a relationship like the one he had experienced with Maria was to much for him. It didnât take long before he came. He felt a hell of a lot more relaxed after his shower, but the excitement was still there.
After drying off he checked his computer for messages. It was 3:30 now, so it should be there or it wasnât coming. Sure enough he had a new message from Serva4u. He read the profile while the picture was uploading. The profile was short, but promising. The picture didnât take long to finish and he pressed the button to check it out.
He could tell by the thumb nail pic that popped up that she was in the right position. He couldnât make out her features clearly thought, so he enlarged the picture. When he did he couldnât believe his eyes, it was the sexist women he had ever seenâŚhis Lucy. He thought this must be a mistake or a joke. His Lucy would never do something like this. She was to sweet and innocent to think about the things he was asking her to do. He decided to play along with whoever had done this. He figured that someone had figured out that it was him and photo shopped the picture as a joke. He thought he was discrete, but maybe someone had seen him on the site at work. Either way he wanted to get to the bottom of this.
Since he knows the person isnât going to be eager to meet him he sets up a fake text number for them to chat. Thinking that he could lure information that would give him a clue to the persons identity. He writes a message back telling the person the number and the he will be expecting a text at 7 tonight.
Lucy
Lucy had gotten anxious sitting around waiting for a reply so she went grocery shopping. A task normally reserved for Sunday, but seeing as she had nothing else planned it seemed like a good idea. She took her time going up and down each isle regardless if she needed anything from that section or not. After a few hours she had everything she would need for the week. So she checked out and headed home.
As soon as the groceries were put away Lucy rushed to the computer. She was excited to see that he had written back. He wanted her to text him tonight at 7, she looked at the clock it was only a quarter past 5. She had no idea what to do with herself until then.
After straightening up the house, and redoing things just to pass time she decided to take a bath. A bubble bath always seemed to relax her. She turned on her iPod, grabbed a glass of wine, and ran the water. When the bath tub was full, she undressed and stepped in. The hot water, and chilled wine quickly took effect. Lucy closed he eyes and let the music carry her away.
She must have dozed off because when she woke the water was lukewarm. Looking at the time it was half past 6. She let out the water, quickly dried off, and throw on her robe. She went straight to the kitchen to fix herself another glass of wine, and decided at the last minute to just bring the whole bottle.
Back in her room she lays on top of the blanket on the bed. She has 5 minutes before she is suppose to text him. She canât believe how naughty she feels. She sits her glass on the bedside table, and undoes her robe. She takes the phone at exactly 7 and types âHi.â As sheâs waiting for a reply she starts to trail her fingertips down her body. She reaches her breast first, she lifts them both in her hands feeling the weight. Slowly she begins to massage them. Working her finger to the nipple and squeezing gently.
It isnât long before she hears the familiar ping of her phone. She opens her eyes and reaches over to pick it up. The text simply says, âI want to get to know you.â She replies that she is hoping that they will get to know each other very well. It didnât take long before the ping came again. This time it reads âThat is my hope also, you did very well with your first task. I was pleased with the picture and profile.â
Lucy was ecstatic she was hoping he would like them, but nervous that he wouldnât. She didnât receive much praise, the things she did were expected because she just always had. No one took the time to thank her, or make her feel appreciated. She didnât realize how much she wanted a kind word here and there. She was a people pleaser, a natural submissive, but she was also a go-getter. If something needed to be done she just did it, no questions ask. She knew then that she needed this more than she had thought. She needed someone to take the load off her shoulders.
Lucy knew most people wouldnât understand, but not having to think about every move and how it effected others would be a gift. She had read many books and articles on what it was to be a submissive, and they all sounded so appealing. She wanted this for herself and her sanity. This is the freedom that she sought.
Ben
Ben was floored the number that text him was Lucyâs. He just couldnât wrap his mind around it being her. He text her a few times, but nothing to leading. He just wasnât sure what he would do if it was her. He wanted to share his real self with her, but he didnât know how she would react. Right now he was still a stranger.
So he decided to ask her the big questions, why she decided she wanted to do this, and was she seeing anyone. Her reply took sometime coming, but when it did it read like this â I decided to do this because I think this is the real me. I am responsible for a lot at work, and the people in my life. I like to please those around me, but the pressure gets to me. I want to have someone take that away, to make me feel as if the simple things count. I know that a submissive is praised and punished for their actions, and that is something I like the sound of⌠not expectations and disappointment. I want the release I think will come from this. To answer you second question, yes I have someone in my life. I love him very much, but he wouldnât understand this. I donât want to lose him, but I feel this is a need I canât deny anymore. Is that a problem?â
Ben knew then that it was Lucy, and they were hiding the same secret. He didnât know how he had missed this all this time. His sweet innocent Lucy needed to be loved in a way that he understood all to well. They continued texting all night and into the morning.
The texts went on for a couple weeks or more. When they talked on the phone or seen one another they acted as if nothing was going on. She never let on what she was doing, although when she looked at him there was a sadness in her eyes. He knew Lucy hated to lie and the guilt was probably the cause. He couldnât come out and tell her that he was the one she had been talking to, but he had to let her know soon. That Friday night after their usual round of love making he went home and decided to end the game. If she went with what he was about to propose he knew that they would make it. They would be able to be together in the way they both wanted.
He text her saying â You also mentioned in your first letter that you were interested in what I had to offer. Well I would like to meet you, and play a game. I have always wanted to try to role play a rape. You will have to leave a door or window unlocked for me, if your interested. It would be a fantasy come true for me. You will need a safe word, and understand I wont hurt you. If it gets to be to much you will only need to say the word and all play will stop.â
He sat and waited for what seemed like hours, but was more like a few minutes before he received a reply. âI have grown to trust you, but the thought both scares and excites me. I would like to try to do this. When were you thinking? My safe word will be apple.â
He is shocked that she is willing to do this, but his dick is so hard thinking about it that he canât stop now. He tells her Saturday night. He asks her to send an address and to leave the back door unlocked. She asks a time, but he tells her that if he gave her that she would be expecting him. He said he wanted it to be as realistic as possible. She agreed to the terms and that ended the conversation.
They text the rest of the week, never again bring up their âdateâ for Saturday. They met on Friday as they normally do. This time was different though. She had circles under her eyes, he could tell she hadnât been sleeping well. He knew it was his fault, and wondered if she was having second thoughts. He himself was wondering if this is the last time she would ever want to see him after tomorrow night.
When he got home he text and ask her if they were still on for tomorrow. She replied that they were. He knew then that she was worried about him, not the upcoming visit. The thought that he had been dragging this out instead of being honest with her was killing him. He hated knowing that he was the reason she had looked the way she had tonight. He was glad that tomorrow one way or the other it would be over.
Lucy
Saturday she went shopping. She went to an adult novelty store, she had never visited one before. Then again there were a lot of things Lucy had never done before. This was going to be a day of firsts for her. She ended up buying four scarves, a vibrating dildo, anal beads, lube, and of course lingerie⌠a black corset, a black crotchless thong, thigh highs, and black heels. She wanted to look sexy for him, but she made sure everything was made of lace so it would rip easily. The corset left her breast completely bare and stopped a few inches above her navel. The thong was see thru lace in the front with tiny ribbons tied on the sides. The thigh highs made her legs look like they went on forever, with help from the four inch heels of course. She looked like a classy hooker, but she loved the look.
Next she went to and got waxed, had her nails done, and lastly was her hair. By the time she made it home it was already 7 p.m.. She ate dinner, got a bath, and started preparing for the night. She laid out all of her new items on the bed, and got dressed. She put on some music as she done her makeup. She was still very nervous so she fixed herself a glass of wine and tried to relax.
After getting ready she laid on the bed, not exactly sure what she should be doing. She laid there thinking and watching the clock tick. The last time she looked at the clock it was 10:30, and then she drifted off to sleep.
Ben
Ben had been outside since about 8. He had parked down the street so she wouldnât see his car. He walked into the backyard and hid in the bushes, watching her through the window. She looked so fucking hot getting dressed. He had never seen her in anything like that before. He wanted to walk in rip it off and spank her ass for hiding herself from him. His dick was so hard he could drive nails with it. He had to have her, but for this to work he had to wait. As hard as it was that is what he did. He waited for her to get good and asleep before he made his way into the house.
He walked in to the bedroom where Lucy slept. She looked so peaceful he almost hated to disturb her, he had to remind himself that is what he was there for. Ben walked quietly over to the bed, and chuckle under my breath. My little slut has went out and bought toys for us, how thoughtful. He looked at her wondering if he should have bought a mask. He knew she was going to freak out when she realized he was her Dom.
Lucy
Lucy was in a deep sleep. The mixture of excitement and wine had left her exhausted. She had wanted to wait up on âDomâ as she had begun referring to him, but her eyes had gotten so heavy there was no fighting anymore. She never heard him enter the house or room. She was dreaming of a handsome man fucking her into oblivion, making her cum back to back until she was to sore to move.
The next thing she knows she is startled out of her dream by someone blindfolding her. She is still in a daze and doesnât realize yet what is going on. She is scared and cries out. The person doesnât answer. She tries to think of all of the self defense moves she learned at the Y, but nothing is coming to her. She kicks and claws, but canât see what sheâs aiming for. She feels her hands being tied behind her back. She tries to struggle, but itâs no use this person is much stronger than her. She tries to clam down, and think. Thatâs when she remembers her âdate.â
Ben
Ben is very excited. The way Lucy is fighting him you would think she didnât know what was going on. She was really giving him hell, and he was enjoying every minute of it. He didnât want to hurt her so he tied her hands behind her back. He liked the way she looked laying there dressed in her sexy outfit, silk scarves tied around her eyes and hands. She looked like a present just for him. He undressed while he watched her squirm. He couldnât believe what he was about to do.
He crawled up the bed and knelled over Lucyâs mouth. When he tried to put his dick in she refused to open her mouth. He grabbed his dick and gently slapped her with it, rubbing her face and lips. She moaned and opened her mouth. Her warm wet tongue felt so damn good as she sucked him. He tried to go slow, but before long he was face fucking her hard. He was shocked how easily she deep throated him. He was getting into it, and knew it wouldnât be long before he came. Lucy must have realized it too because when he pulled back she started begging him to stop, but Ben had other plans. He pulled back and shot his load all over her face and tits. Lucy opened her mouth and caught some of it. The rest was on her cheeks and chest. She looked so good covered in cum.
When he had finished emptying himself he got up. Lucy felt the bed shift, and ask him where he was going. He never spoke knowing she would recognize his voice if he did. He left the bedroom and made his way to the kitchen. There he found an ice bucket and filled it.
Ben returned to the bedroom ready to play. First he climbed back beside Lucy and started ripping off her clothes. Buttons popped and lace ripped as he went about undressing her. She kept telling him no that she would give him anything if he didnât do this. He knew she was playing because she never said the safe word.
Lucy
Once she realized what was going on she really got into the act. She tried to deny him entrance to her mouth, but they both knew she wanted it. She loved the way he took control and fucked her face. Lucy had always loved the taste of cum, so she begged him to stop when she knew he was ready. She was happy he hadnât listened. She could still feel his gooey spunk all over her. She wished her hands were free so she could taste more of it, or at least rub it into her skin. When he got up to leave she got a little nervous not knowing if he was done, or what he had in mind next. He wasnât gone long before he returned and started ripping her outfit off. That made her so hot, her pussy was dripping thinking of what he might do next. She didnât have to wait long to find out. After her clothes were removed she felt him moving beside her.
She felt something wet and cold being dripped on her. The sensation surprised her at first, she barely had time to recover before she felt ice tracing the curves of her body. Everywhere the ice went his mouth followed. The sudden cold then hot had her shuddering. It was different, but it felt so good. She was moaning and in the same breath asking him to stop. Each time she did he would trace one of her nipples or her clit and then gently nibble on them. The more he done it the more she begged. It was such a turn on for her. She was on fire, but the constant rotation in spots kept her from reaching her peak.
He played a while longer before he nudged her to roll over. She did so with his help and got onto her knees. He propped pillows under her since she was only able to use her elbows. She heard him opening the toys and things she had bought earlier. She didnât have a clue what he would use first, but she was excited none the less.
The next thing she felt was a sticky finger rubbing her puckered asshole. She knew he must have lubed it. He was working his finger inside her. Her virgin ass didnât take long to open up. She was too horny to tense up. Before long he had two fingers working in and out of her. She was wiggling her ass, breathing out breathy noâs and stopâs.
He removed his fingers and she let out a sigh of disappointment. The fingers were soon replaced with the anal beads, and damn did they feel good. She was moaning again waiting on the next thing he had planned. The sound of the vibrator being turned on gave her a thrill. He ran it from her neck down she spine, giving her the shivers. Down he went rubbing the crack of her ass to the top of her pussy. She was shaking she was so ready to cum. He retraced the slit of her pussy a few times before inserting it into her. Ben turned the vibe onto the lowest setting insuring she wouldnât get off from it.
This frustrated the hell out of Lucy. She needed to cum. She was done with the game. She was begging for release now. She wanted to feel him, and he didnât keep her waiting. He turned off the vibe and placed it to the side. He took his place behind her and without any hesitations he plunged deep inside of her. She gave a moan of appreciation as he did. Ben started pumping as if his life depended on it. Lucy met him thrust for thrust. She was so close. Ben felt her tightening around him and knew she was ready to explode. He picked up the pace and just as Lucy started to cum, he started pulling out the anal beads. Her orgasm triggered his and they were both gone on that feeling. When they had both finished they collapsed on their sides, him spooning her trying to catch their breath.
After a long pause Lucy asks him to untie her. When he did she slowly removed her blindfold. She turns and takes a look at her âDom.â She gasps when she sees Ben lying beside her. She canât believe this man, her Ben is the one that just made her shatter.
They spend the rest of the night talking and fucking. They couldnât get over how much they have in common. Things they never knew, they never knew. It was like meeting for the first time. They were both pleased that the other was so open and ready to travel down this road together.
That night changed everything for them. Ben and Lucy moved in together, and six months later were married. They have not been bored a minute since. They continue to play their games, and meet one anotherâs needs. Neither has returned to the site in which they met. They have everything they could want.
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Tammy throws a party when mom and dad are gone, when tammy find her thong in her little brother’s room…
So in the last part I didn’t really introduce my characters so I think I will do it here.
As always comments are welcome along with constructive feedback.
As Chris drove home feeling satisfied with his nightâs antics, he was despite to try it again and see how far he could make Emily go. He wanted to be able to explore her mind even more, but due to her having to work all day till late at night every day of the holidays it was going to be hard to find the time. Now Chris was an average build and just below average height but he wasnât exactly short for his age. After sitting around at home for a few hours he got horny again and this being mixed with being very board got his thoughts wandering. Rather than being with Emily he realised if he did try, all the girls he could think of knew that he was in a relationship and they wouldnât want to step into that kind of mess. So Chris decided to try something new. He knew of one girl who he thought was cute. Her name was Sam and she had a nice set of B cup breasts and short dark hair. Along with being quite petite she was also known to swing both ways.
After experimenting around in front of the mirror Chris started to shape shift himself into another fit girl who he knew from school Talia. She was short and petite like Sam but she had nice C cup breasts and a toned ass from cheerleading. He tried by stripping down and then starting with her breasts. This was the easy part, and then he decided to rid his manhood as it shrunk and formed into a tight and cleanly shaven pussy. He slimed down his legs and stomach and then continued to grow out his hair and shift his facial features around. After all of this he looked into the mirror and was surprised to see one of the many girls who he had fantasised about staring back at him in the mirror. Slowly he rubbed his nipples causing them to become erect almost immediately. He then trailed a hand down to his now moist pussy as he fondled his breasts with his free hand. A slight moan escaped his soft lips as his fingers rubbed over his hard clit. Before he could help himself he was jamming 2 fingers deep into his tight and wet pussy. He didnât hold back as moans escaped and he fell back onto the bed. As he lay down he felt the sensation of his heavy breasts separating and falling down his sides. As he jabbed at his pussy, angling his fingers so that he could hit his G spot his other hand went from fondling his perky tits to start rubbing on his hard clit. It didnât take long until he was undergoing a bone shattering orgasm as his body stiffened up and the he started to shake. Once his orgasm had passed he lay there in the afterglow and was amazed at how horny he still was.
Deciding to experiment a little more he got out his phone and set it on his dresser with the camera facing the bed. Setting it to video he began recording as he pulled out a hairbrush and lay down on the bed. He slowly rubbed the handle over his dripping wet pussy. He dipped the tip in before plunging it into his waiting hole. Slowly he removed the brush and seductively rubbed the end over his erect nipples before bringing the wet handle up to his mouth as he seductively sucked his juices off of the handle. He then got on his hands and knees with his sexy ass pointed towards the camera. He looked back seductively as he rubbed the handle up and down his moist slit, getting the brushes handle nice and slick as he then began to trial it up his ass. He then trailed the brush down again leaving a moist trail after it as he repeated this again. The brushes handle was sitting all wet and greased from his pussy juices and was sitting waiting at the entrance to his asshole. He let out a groan as he began to slowly push the handle into his nether region. The sound of the moan in Taliaâs voice turned him on even more and forced him to plunge the handle in the rest of the way. Slowly he began to pump at his asshole while moaning in pleasure as the hairbrushes handle stretched him open. As he got closer he used his other hand and bought it to his clit, rubbing it hard causing him to scream out in pleasure into his pillow. This was all too much as he again came to an earth shattering orgasm, violently convulsing while rubbing his clit until his arm seized in cramp. After recovering for a few minutes while lying down in the afterglow of his second orgasm for the day he removed the handle from his asshole. He then stood and turned off the camera, hiding the file for later reference.
Now he was going to have some real fun, but he realised that he couldnât go out naked and had no female clothes that he could wear. This was quite a predicament and he realised that he hadnât quite thought all the details through. Not to be put off he decided to shift back into his original form and head over to Emilyâs. He knew she wasnât due back from work for hours and he arrived with his sports bag over his shoulder. As Emilyâs mum answered the door, she was quite surprised to see him there. âEmily is at work at the moment and wonât be home till around 11â She said. He quickly made up a quick excuse that he left his phone somewhere in her room the other day. With no second thoughts Emilyâs mum let him in, and said, âYou know where it will be but be warned itâs a pigsty in there at the momentâ. Chris walked on in and wasnât surprised to see that there were clothes strewn across the room. He quickly opened the wardrobe and found what he was looking for, 2 short party dresses that Emily had bought online but where too big in the chest. Knowing that she wouldnât notice them missing he jammed them into his bag and began searching through the rest of the clothes piled on the bed. Finding a nice short miniskirt and blouse he thought he was done as he turned towards the door. Suddenly something out the edge of his eye caught his attention, as he turned to her duchess and found her underwear draw. Quickly he managed to fish out some sexy lace panties and a nice matching bra. Knowing he was forgetting one thing he went back to the closet to look around one last time and spotted what he was after. Some sexy 4 inch stilettos that would go perfectly with the outfits he had chosen. Happy with his haul he put them in his bag and then put his hoodie on top so that Emilyâs mother wouldnât suspect anything. As he walked down the hall he yelled towards the kitchen that he had found his phone, and was on his way.
He fought the urge to run home with all the excitement and ended up in quite a brisk walk. On his walk home he thought about how he was going to seduce Sam and have his way with her. This was proving to be difficult as while he knew she swung both ways, he didnât know what girls that she found attractive. He did know however that she worked in a department store in town in the lingerie section. Suddenly he had an idea and as soon as he was home he rushed to his room and opened the bag, spilling the contents all over the bed. Stripping down he then slid the sexy lace panties up his legs as he began to shift into the short sexy frame of Talia. The feeling of the soft lace against his smooth legs was further amplified by the cool breeze that was flowing through his open window on the hot summerâs day. He then went for the bra, knowing already that it would be too small he struggled with the clasp as he tried to do it up behind his back. After frustratingly trying he turned the bra around and did up the clasp and the slid it back the right way around. There was a feeling of a great weight being lifted off his chest as the positioned his breasts in the cups of the bra that was much too small. After some adjustment he knew it wouldnât take much for one to fall out as the bra struggled to contain his magnificent tits. The feeling of his nipples rubbing across the fabric had his pussy starting to tingle. Instead of addressing the problem, he decided to slip on the miniskirt that was barely covering his pert ass, and then slipped into the plain blouse, leaving the top buttons undone to show off his cleavage. He then slipped into the heels and almost fell over straight away. He reminded himself that he would have to be careful as he didnât want to break his ankle he practiced walking down the hallway. Finding the best method was to walk almost like on a tightrope with one foot in front of the other he finally managed to mater the heels. Looking in the mirror as he walked away he also noticed that it caused his ass to swing in a sensuous way causing him to get even more excited with his pussy aching to be touched. Resisting the urge he made his way downstairs and out the door, walking into town. When he reached the department store he was quite surprised to see how large the lingerie section was. After finding the counter and asking for a measuring (Disappointed that he couldnât see Sam anywhere nearby), he followed the shop assistant into the fitting rooms to get measured. After finding what size he was, a nice 34 C he went about looking for some nice sexy bras and matching panties. After finding what he wanted he took them up to the counter and was excited to see Sam sitting behind the desk. She smiled and Chris could tell she was checking out his tits and ass as he walked towards her. He smiled and as she begun to scan the items through. Once she was done she then reached into her pocket and swiped another card over the counter, giving Chris a wink and saying she had just given her 60% off. Delighted with how this was going Chris decided to get a little flirty and asked for Samâs number. Sam was more than obliged to give her number and then said she was off in 15 min if she wanted to wait. Trying not to sound too eager Chris paused and then said yes, making arrangements to meet at Samâs car in 20 minutes.
Now being very excited Chris thought about sneaking into the toilets and rubbing himself to orgasm but decided he would wait for Sam to do that and let the release be even more special than he knew it would be. Deciding to use his time to look around he noticed an adult toys store across the road. Deciding to get up to some mischief he went over and started looking through the store at all the toys. Not long after entering the shop assistant came over and asked if he was 18, knowing Talia was 18 last month he said yes, and reached out and touched the shop assistants hand. As soon as he did this he could see all her thoughts and he quickly erased the doubt that he was under the age of 18. As soon as he released her hand the shop assistant then asked what she was after. Looking at the selection of dildos, vibrators and other more erotic toys he began to ask about the dildos. The shop assistant instantly grabbed one and recommended it. It was an 8 inch long dildo that was quite thick and even had a hole in the end where lube would automatically come out to keep the dildo lubed when you turned on a switch on the bottom. Looking at the vibrators and deciding on some egg shaped ones he grabbed them and a tube of lube. Approaching the counter the shop assistant then pulled out a double ended dildo and placed it on the counter next to all the other stuff saying that she would though it in for free. Delighted with his purchases, he made his way back across the road to the car park building to wait for Sam to finish her shift. It wasnât long before he saw her sexy frame come into view, and as she approached, Chris decided to drop his bags and walk towards her. Pulling her into a tight hug, causing both of their perky tits to mash together as Chris then leaned in and placed a light kiss on Samâs lips. She was stunned and then pulled him back and began to kiss him back exploring his mouth with her tongue. After breaking the kiss, Chris told her to get in the car as he had a surprise for her. As they sat in the car Chris said they should go to Samâs house for some more privacy, and before he could finish they were racing towards her house. Chris giggled to himself as he thought what would happen if when they went back to school next week Sam goes up to Talia and kisses her, what Taliaâs reaction would be like.
As they arrived at Samâs place she the kissing resumed, but with even more passion than before. Chris was surprised at how easy it was to get with this petite vixen. He remembered his bags of shopping as reached into the car and grabbed the dildos that he had bought at the sex shop. There was lots of kissing and groping as they stumbled into the house and made their way down the hall into Samâs room, with the two of them collapsing onto the bed. Sam broke the kiss and let out a gasp. âI knew you would be back for moreâ she said while licking her lips seductively, âI havenât forgotten about last time as well you kinky slutâ. The tables where turning what had Talia and Sam been up to that Chris didnât know about. He had to find out and quick, as he reached out and touched her hand. Instantly he could see into her thoughts and recalled the moments Sam and Talia had spent together. What he saw shocked him⌠To be continued
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Chapter 4
The train ride to the country side was long, longer than I would have
expected, I ignored what country we were in and instead slept, being
told by my aunt that I would have little opportunity to do so once I had
arrived. Eventually, we did arrive and a long black limo waited for us at
the train station. My aunt had made sure I looked fresh and
appropriately vampire like, dressed in a very form fitting antique, black
lace dress. It covered every inch of skin from the tops of my hands to
the tops of my feet, and all the way to my jaw line.
I pulled at it for a moment before my aunt gave me a dark look and I
put my hands in my lap and waited nervously. She leaned to the side
and whispered in my ear, “We are the last to arrive, I wanted you to be
noticed, and you shall be. I want you walking in like you are a princess,
because you are, got it?”
I nodded nervous and my aunt nudged me again, “You canât appear
weak, you will already be considered the weakest one just by being a
human Lilly. I want you to walk in there and act like there isn’t a damn
person there worth your time.”
I swallowed nervously and my aunt smiled, “You already had something
to eat before you arrived, and the courting ceremony commences at
sun set.”
“So how many hours exactly?”
“Oh enough time for you to greet who I introduce you to, and you are
to refuse to even look at anyone I do not introduce you too, especially
the three little vampy girls that will probably be more than excited to
get in an initial intimidation. Also, no eating or drinking anything I do
not give you myself, understand?”
I nodded, “I don’t imagine they are going to have anything Lilly friendly
there?”
My aunt nodded as the limo stopped. She pulled a few of my curls out
of the loose up do I had. She checked the diamond encrusted combs
and barrettes and then straightening me out, she stepped out flipping
open her umbrella and then reached down and held her hand out for
me. I grabbed it and got out of the car buttoning up the long jacket as
the cold wind hit. My aunt smiled and guided me to the castle.
We entered loudly announced and my aunt took her time closing her
umbrella and handing the umbrella and her very stylish hat to the
butler. I took my time unbuttoning my jacket and allowed him to help
me out of it, his obvious surprise at the jacket evident on his face. My
aunt laughed, “Not all of us are lucky enough to be able to sport such
accessories.”
I turned away from the man batting at a soft curl that kept tickling my
cheek and followed my Aunt into the ball room. The music and the
dancing and laughing all stopped as hundreds of vampire eyes turned
to stare at me. My Aunt straightened her back reminding me to do the
same and I looked straight ahead only looking at my aunt. The vampires
parted around us as my aunt walked straight to a familiar looking
group.
They smiled when they saw me and I was introduced to my motherâs
small group of relatives. I greeted the group of four seeing them
assessing everything about me and then looking behind my shoulder
with worry. My aunt started speaking heatedly to my cousin in what
sounded like French and I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I straightened and turned slightly to look into a pair of large black eyes,
sitting among a cloud of cold white hair, behind her stood the other
two betrothed. Desmond smirked cruelly at me, “So the little human
arrives.”
I felt everyone freeze that was within hearing distance and I looked at
the three before rolling my eyes and turning back around stepping to
my silently staring aunt and pretending to whisper into her hear. A
huge smile broke across her face and she stepped around me to handle
the three girls. I greeted the cousin she was speaking to, thanking her
for being there. The vampire seemed genuinely flabbergasted at my
thanks and said that she would never leave a member of the family to
fend for themselves, especially one as precious as me.
I felt my Aunt grab my hand and I dipped my head and thanked them
before turning away and looking straight ahead ignoring the glaring
vampire girls as my aunt slowly rotated me around the room.
Eventually we reached a very old vampire woman who spoke very
loudly to my aunt and then turned to me and gasped in shock.
“My dear whatever is happening on top of your head?”
My aunt began to explain who I was and that my hair was natural
causing the old vampire to lean forward and capture a loose curl, “How
odd, but rather lovely isn’t she Isadora?”
My aunt nodded and smiled, “She is rare.”
The old vampire laughed, “Oh Isadora, the game is afoot, is that the
angle you are going for? My little Desmond is still in the lead I think.”
My aunt laughed, “How in the lead Margarette?”
“She already has quite the relationship with the Prince, it almost seems
like this whole courting ceremony is nothing but a farce.”
My aunts eyes got sharp but her smile never wavered, “Oh well, we
shall see, I have faith in my little blue diamond.”
And with that my aunt turned and strode away, with me quickly on her
heels. She whispered to a butler and we were escorted through the
ballroom and out the doors. My aunt was walking quickly with sharp
steps and I was close behind her until I tripped and knocked over a
vase. I stopped and looked around for help and knelt down and picked
up the bigger pieces and put them back on the pedestal. When I
finished I looked around and realized my aunt was gone and I was
completely alone. It took a moment before I took off down the hall I
think my aunt went down and walked slowly and quietly, trying not to
attract any attention.
I felt the presence behind me before I heard it the velvet voice, “What
are you doing?”
I turned to look into an odd silver pair of eyes, “I am lost.”
He took a step towards me, he was tall a head taller than me, and he
was muscular, not the very lean body of most vampires, but instead his
body was powerful. My pulse quickened as his midnight black hair fell
straight into his eyes, the rest of his hair pulled back into a ponytail.
“Who are you?”
I straightened my spine and stared at him, “I could ask you that, but I’m
sure I wouldn’t get a proper answer. Vampires never give me an honest
answer.”
“You didn’t answer my question, instead you insulted me.” I saw the
silver in his eyes harden and I fought the urge to take a step back. My
father had always pounded into my head that vampires were predators
and reacted as predators would, they smelled fear, and if you showed
your weakness they would attack.
Instead I tried to stare at him with haughtiness, but instead I only
managed a weak annoyance and it didn’t even bother him. I took a
deep breath, “I am Lilith Vlaine, betrothed to Prince Damien Greyance.”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise, “So you are the little human
betrothed hmm?”
I finally slouched a bit in annoyance, “Cripes, would everyone quit
calling me the little human! Geese I look like big bertha against those
other three stick figure vampire girls.”
The vampire took a step forward and I stared into his eyes unflinching,
which seemed to make him curious and amused. As I studied him I
realized he couldn’t be much older than I was and he was
breathtakingly hansom. I felt my pulse quicken for a moment before I
took a deep breath to calm it. What the hell was I doing, I was
supposed to be getting married in a few months and here I was getting
twiterpaited by some random vamp.
“You aren’t nervous by my eyes?”
I returned my attention to his eyes and shook my head, “Why would I
be, itâs refreshing to not be the only person here without black eyes.”
“You are peculiar.”
I looked at him and scoffed, “Yes, I know. Thanks for being polite in
saying that the fully human offspring of a royal family is just peculiar, I
imagine I’m going to be hearing a lot worse before this is all over with.”
The vampire stepped towards me only centimeters from me, “That is
not what I meant.”
I finally stumbled back a step my heart pounding in my ears as I looked
at the young grey vampire, “W⌠What do you mean?”
He snickered and turned on his heel and walked away leaving me
grabbing the side of the hall and holding my chest, trying to calm my
rapid beating heart. My aunt found me moments later and the look of
absolute worry crossed her face as she took in my state, “Did
something happen.”
“A guy, he was so, abrupt…and unusual.”
“ohm, no, no, no, you are here for one vampire guy only miss Lilly, so
you straighten up, and fix that palpitating heart of yours and move
along, and do not ever lose me again.”
I nodded turning to follow her and took a few steps before I turned my
head and saw the sneer of pure hatred on the face of the beautiful
Desmond. I turned back around and worked on calming myself down,
focusing instead of the most interesting pair of gray eyes I had ever
seen.
When we reached the rooms my aunt threw herself across the bed with
her arm over her face in what looked to be a very dramatic posture,
“Lilly you will be the absolute destruction of me. I nearly fainted when I
saw you weren’t behind me.”
“I’m alright, just stumbled, you were moving too fast for me to keep up
in this ridiculous dress. Now explain to me why the other three get to
wear beautiful, breath taking, revealing, modern dresses, and I’m stuck
in a Victorian, full length, nightmare?”
“Well I am quite close friends with Margarette, whom you met. She’s
Desmond’s great aunt. It was her, that had informed me of how stiff
the competition with her niece was going to be, but I had no idea that
Desmond worked so fast. It seems that the little, blonde, nightmare has
already made it into the Princes bed, which puts the rest of the
betrothed, and ESPECIALLY you, at a great disadvantage. But having
anticipated something like this, was the reason why you are in that
dress.”
“Why again?”
“Well, darling, the Prince was moving about the ball watching all four of
you girls. Making a point not to be noticed, and all he saw of you was
an amazing set of curls, and a great figure covered in lace. At the
courting commencement ceremony you will be bearing your entire
body to be observed, he will be more interested in yours than the
others simply because he has seen far, far less of yours than the
others.”
I winced as she began to pull out the commencement ceremony outfit
that I was going to wear, “Alright Lilly we have one hour to make you
look like a princess.”
And with that she began to bath and demand I shave my legs, my
underarms and to my horror, my sex. When I had fully bathed and
shaved she began to help me get into my lingerie. It was a tight see
through corset of white lace that had no frills on it and laced up with a
sheer ribbon up the back. I straightened as my 34 DD breasts were
squeezed to their full glory, my smallish pink nipples hardening
underneath the constant rubbing of the material. Sheer white stockings
were snaked up my legs and the lacy tops rested on my thighs and were
attached to the garter ribbons hanging from the corset. I had already
put on the completely see through thong and watched as my aunt
undid my hair putting the combs carefully away before ruffling my curls
and then pinning them back up in a very messy, yet oddly sexy, up do.
She put a small bit of lip gloss on my lips to highlight their natural pink
shine then without much warning she slapped me on each cheek. I
stared at her stunned and she smiled, “I canât put makeup on you, and
you needed a bit of blush. Youâre not ivory; you’re tan so it takes a bit
more than a pinch to get your cheeks red.”
I wasn’t going to wear shoes, which would be the opposite of the other
three, who would be wearing tall, spiky, hooker heels. And the last
touch to it all was a black silk robe to wrap all of me in. My aunt was all
too aware of how human I was, and after asking around, found that the
council rooms would be cold, along with the entire castle, which meant
I could get sick being as naked as I was. So to compensate for the times
I would be forced to be naked my aunt had fashioned a silk robe for me
to wear to the council chambers. It was fur lined so I felt very warm and
safe in it.
We walked quickly to the chambers, my feet feeling the cold trek with
every step we took, “You know hooker heels sound kind of nice about
now.”
My aunt looked down at my feet, “Are they really cold?”
I shrugged, “Itâs uncomfortable, but not unbearable yet.”
“Okay, chin up, in we go.”
We stepped into the council room, which looked more like a large
private office with a long desk sitting in front of me. The four council
members sat at the long desk and I was relieved to see that someone
had taken the time to put a very plush, rug down for all four of the
betrothed to stand on. I stood waiting, the first one to arrive, and
slowly the other three arrived wearing black see through lace, their
slender, angular frames on proud display underneath different styles of
lingerie. They looked at me startled by my robe but remained quiet as
we all waited. Finally the vampire I had met in the hall strode in, grey
eyes flashing as he looked at the four of us.
He bowed to the council members and stepped off to the side waiting
silently for the council members to begin the meeting. A very old
vampire stood up and stared past my shoulder to who I could only
assume was my aunt, “You were told she needed to wear something
that we can see her in? You were made aware of the laws?”
“Yes your grace, it is just that she is human, and therefore significantly
more susceptible to the temperature of the rooms, there for in order to
keep her out of harms way, she needed to wear something warm until
it was the appropriate time.”
“Aw, yes, I received your request. I can fully appreciate the situation,
now we have staff working on making the castle a bit more, friendly to
our little guest.”
I bit back and frown at his comment, and looked to the side of him
seeing grey eyes looking at my reaction with a glint of amusement,
“That being resolved, Isadora, she needs to present herself as the
others do.”
I nodded and untied the robe, letting my aunt slip it off of my frame. It
was obvious that no one expected white, because there was a mutual
intake of breath as the four old vampires stared at me stunned for a
moment before clearing their throats and turning to the grey eyed
vampire.
I started to feel a sense of dread as I began to realize who the vampire
was, and I kept replaying the meeting in the hall in my head, wondering
just how big of a fool I had seemed to be to him. The Prince nodded
and the oldest vampire pointed to Desmond and announced her name
telling her to come forward so the prince and council could inspect her
body.
She strode forward with confidence and didn’t flinch as the Prince put
his hands on her body, lifting her arms and hair and turning this way
and that. The scene repeated for the other two girls and finally it was
my turn. My heart began to thud violently against my chest as I stepped
forward and felt my body be devoured by the council as well as the
Prince. He gently touched me, lifting my arms and turning me this way
and that, and after being dismissed he kept staring at me.
I stopped listening to the council members as they grilled my
chaperone on my health and family, instead focused on the intense
silver stare I was receiving, feeling his gaze, like his cold hands, brushing
along my body. My breathing increased a bit as the cold feeling of his
eyes turned into a warm sensation in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t
look away from his eyes, and he refused to stop his eyes from
wandering my body. My auntâs touch snapped me out of the hypnosis
the prince was causing as the council members sat down and started
the conclusion of the meeting.
“Now Prince, as per tradition you take each girl with you to your
chambers one night for each girl, so that you can gain their scent,
should you need to track them. Which girl will it be tonight?”
I refused to look at him, sensing that Desmond had already assumed it
would be her. But as I heard her take a small step forward the velvet
voice said my name and both Desmond and I stared at him in shock.
The council chuckled, having not been as oblivious to the display
between Prince Damien and I, as I had thought they had been.
“Very well, then the lady Desmond shall be next, followed by lady Yuki,
and then lady Elizabeth. Thus concludes this ceremony, Isadora, I wish
to speak with you.”
My aunt nodded putting her hand on my elbow and propelling me into
the hands of the Prince, before turning and following the council out. I
ignored the very intense prickly feeling I got on my back at being glared
at by three sets of eyes and felt the Prince grab my wrist and pull me
out with him.
When we walked out a cheer and a groan welcomed me into the hall as
the whole vampire population seemed to be crammed into the hall.
When they saw me with the Prince money began to exchange hands as
a lot more groaning, than cheering happened. I was happy to see for a
brief moment that my four family members seemed to be receiving the
majority of the bet as well as congratulations and invitations to dinner. I
smiled at them and they waved mouthing a good luck before I was
yanked into another room.
The Prince let my wrist go and walked further into his room removing
his outer jacket and taking his boots off before collapsing onto the
couch. He looked irritated as he looked past me to the door, “Idiots.”
I moved forward and put my hands on the back of a chair, “Why do you
call them idiots?”
“Betting like that, they should be ashamed.”
I chewed on my lip pondering his words before shrugging, “I bet it was
boring waiting for the whole thing to be over with. I don’t begrudge
them a bit of entertainment and it seemed harmless enough.”
His eyebrows rose, “You realize they were betting against you being the
one I chose.”
I couldn’t help but smile, “They had a 75 percent chance I wouldn’t be
the one coming out. It was good odds. And what’s important is that
once again, I beat the numbers and my family bet on me, so they made
out pretty well too.”
The Prince looked at me quietly for a moment, just long enough for the
cold room to finally get to me and a shiver run down my body. His
eyebrows shot up again as he stood up and disappeared into the other
room, coming back with a blanket that he threw over my shoulders
immediately.
He sighed and I looked at him as he stood in front of me, “I’m sorry, I
know its annoying, trying to remember all the human stuff.”
“Yes, it is.” I nodded and looked around.
“I will be honest I don’t know what the council meant by you getting my
scent and what not, but I figured we get that out of the way and I can
go back to my rooms.”
The Prince looked at me then shook his head, “You have to stay the
night, the entire night, until noon tomorrow.”
I stared at him shocked, “Oh, okay.”
â
I shifted from foot to foot feeling awkward and finally the prince
grabbed me and pulled me to the couch to sit with him. He stared out
the window watching the birds fly out of sight and I pulled my legs up
and folded them to my chest wrapping them in the large blanket as well
setting my chin on my knees.
“You don’t remember me do you?”
I jumped a little at the Princes velvet voice then shook my head looking
at his profile, “No, should I?”
“We were play mates until you left, how could you not remember?”
I sighed, “The last time I was in the hospital was for head trauma, I
don’t remember much, if any part of my life before moving to Idaho.”
He turned to look at me, his eyes full of an emotion I couldn’t quite
place, “Honestly?”
I nodded, “Did we like each other, I mean were we friends?”
He turned away from me without saying anything and I felt a deep
sense of sadness roll off of him. I found it odd for a vampire to be so
open with their emotions, but after a while I began to realize he wasn’t
open, he just was really easy for me to read. I reached out and laid my
hand gently on his shoulder.
“You shouldn’t do that.”
“Do what?” He turned and looked at me his eyes growing darker, “Be so
comforting, so soft.”
â
I pulled my hand back and sighed resting my chin on my knees, “My dad
said that to me all the time. I don’t think he was ever more
disappointed with how absolutely human I am.”
I peeked from the side of my eye and saw that I had Damien’s attention
so I continued, “I canât help but be comforting. Itâs all I ever wanted
really, for someone to comfort me after being yelled at for the millionth
time about how human I was. Or seeing my parents disappointed faces
every single time I take a salad instead of a bloody steak.”
“Well it seems you will do nothing but disappoint them again while you
are here. Perhaps that is why your aunt is here and not your mother.”
I stared at him open mouthed shocked by how cruel he sounded.
Before I realized it I was out of the blanket and standing above him
delivering a resounding smack right to his cheeks. He was up in a flash
and grabbed both of my wrists and slamming me against the window,
“How dare…”
I felt the first of the tears roll down and I struggled against him iron
hold, “You jerk, you absolute ass hole.”
He shook me briefly yelling for me to stop it before I finally calmed
down and he glared down at me, his silver eyes now steal, “you think
just because of who your mother and father are that you can strike
me?”
“No, I don’t think my mother and father give me a reason to strike you.
I think you being an absolute prick givesâ me the right to strike you.”
I fought panting and felt his body pressed against mine as he pinned me
to the window. The cold of the glass and the cold of his body
overwhelmed me and I began to shake. Prince Damien groaned in
disgust and released me flinging me back to my blanket. I refused to
put it on, instead standing up and glaring at him.
Chocolate eyes glared down steel eyes as I worked on catching my
breath, my heart still beating from the sudden fight I was having with
the Prince. It was only as I started to calm down and my breathing
slowed that I realized the Prince had stopped looking at my face and
had started roaming my body again.
I took a step back and he took a step forward and I stepped back into
the chair falling into it. I was quickly up and out of it as he strode two
more steps towards me and I put it between us as I made a dash for the
door. I should have known it wouldn’t work, before my hands even
reached the door I felt myself lifted and thrown over Prince Damien’s
shoulder. I shouted and punched at his back, trying to get out of his
strong hold, only to be tossed onto a bed of dark, down bedding.
I sat up and stared at him frightened as he pulled his shirt off and sat on
the bed. I shivered now not from cold but from fear and watched him
take a deep breath.
“Why are you so afraid?”
“Why do you think, you attacked me.”
He chuckled, “I distinctly remember you striking me.”
“I.. Iâm sorry.”
He became serious and shook his head, “Don’t be, I thought maybe
with a little finesse you would be able to handle this, but I don’t think
that will work in the amount of time I have.”
I looked at him my fear notching up a bit. He moved blindingly fast and
had me on my back my hands shackled above my head and my legs
shackled wide apart. I cried out in fear and struggled against the
restraints. His hand touched my stomach and he stared me in the eye.
“I will not hurt you, I swear it. But there are certain things we have to
do, in order for me to get your scent and taste. And it is something I’m
sure you were not told about, unlike your competition.”
“W.. What are you talking about.”
His lips pressed against mine and I turned my head trying to ignore the
sudden warmth that his kiss had created in my stomach. He turned my
head and kissed me again, this time keeping me from turning away with
strong fingers holding my chin. His tongue was warm and licked across
my lower lip before leaving my lips and kissing down my jaw and neck.
His fingers reached up and tweaked one of my small pink nipples with
his fingers, sending a charge of electricity and heat to my stomach and
down to the junction between my legs. I gasped and he locked his lips
back onto mine, his lips milking a response from mine until I couldn’t
remember why I didn’t want to kiss him.
The kiss deepened until we were both desperately locked in the kiss, his
tongue caressing mine as I sucked on it, his lips working at mine until I
was moaning soft moans into his mouth. He broke the kiss and sat up
looking at my now heaving chest. I watched as liquid, silver eyes looked
away from chest to my eyes before grabbing the top of the corset and
ripping it down the front, yanking it off and freeing my breast.
He grabbed the left orb, rubbing and kissing it, avoiding the nipples and
instead nipping close to them. He did this with both breasts until finally
his mouth locked onto one nipple and I gasped as his warm tongue
danced around the already tight bud, his fingers pinching and pulling on
the one until his mouth switched and he was licking and sucking on the
other one.
The junction between my thighs grew hotter and hotter as he fondled
my breast, and I moaned in pleasure. He began kissing down my
stomach, never stopping from twisting and tugging on my nipples until
he reached the hem of my sheer panties. With a flick of his wrist the
panties were ripped off and he smiled up at me.
“You smell divine.”
I gasped out a thank you as he began to nibble and kiss my inner thighs.
He looked at me once before lowering his face and taking a long lick up
my slit. I gasped in surprise and pleasure; I had never had anyone do
that to me before. I felt strong fingers pull my lips apart and another
warm, rough lick slid up my now dripping slit.
I gasped “Oh gods” and he chuckled before licking just outside of my
opening. I groaned trying to lift up but being unable to because I was
tied. I felt the shackles removed and then felt a two hands grab each leg
and rest them over his shoulders as he leaned down and began to lick
my slit up and down.
I moaned and writhed in pleasure, feeling a build of heat and electricity
inside me. He locked his lips onto my pussy and began to suck, nursing
the juices out of me, and delving his tongue as deep as he could into
me. I began rocking against him as his tongue darted in and out of me,
fucking me. I gasped and felt my body tense as a surge of heat flooded
me and electricity bounced through me. I arched my back and moaned
in pleasure.
As I came back down I realized that Damien hadn’t released my pussy
from his lock, and was instead sucking and drinking my juices, the look
on his face causing the heat to begin to build in me again. His tongue
delved in as deeply as he could until he met resistance. I almost cried
out when he broke his lock on me and looked at me.
“Lilly, are you a maid, a virgin?”
I nodded looking at him and wondering if something was wrong. He
groaned in what seemed like misery before kissing my body over and
over as I slowly calmed down from my first orgasm. He released my
arms and I sat up seeing him trying to hide a frustrated look.
“What is the matter?”
Prince Damien smiled at me, his eyes the color of silver, “You tasted
sweet, it was heady and addicting, and arousing, however, I didn’t
realize you were still a maid.”
He sighed and closed his eyes and covered his eyes with his arm. I
looked at his beautiful chest and then looked lower, not surprised to
see a very tight bulge straining against his pants. I leaned forward to
kiss him, realizing what he was not doing to me at that very moment.
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Walking home alone at night isn’t the brightest idea Madison had, not was it to take a secluded short cut, or to drink a little too much. She finds herself at the mercy of a ruthless and lustful stranger
An unexpected knock at the door brought someone from my past back into my life.
The 4 of us had a great day at the lake. It got even better….
When Erica managed to calm herself down and clear the traitorous thoughts running around in her head she started to plan the next move sheâd need to make. It was unbelievable to Erica that fate would pair her up with a Hunter. Erica was an empath even before she had been turned and the change from mortal to vampire altered that gift as well. The ability to feels other emotions while difficult at first became useful once she had learned control over it. The change granted her the ability to feed off of the energy created by strong emotions and thereby reduced the amount of blood she needed to consume. There were other advantages of what the change did to her gift.
All vampires were apex predators, the top of the food chain as far as mortals were concerned. Erica could track prey by scent and sight even in a dark forest on a new moon as easily as she had detected John, the Hunter she corrected her wayward thoughts, as he walked in under the bright lights of the dance club. She had a greater advantage in her hunting in that she could sense what her targets were feeling; letting her avoid those that were wary or dangerous to her. At least thatâs how it had worked until she met him, Erica thought. How could a gift sheâd trusted for the last century fail so miserably that she had kissed a hunter?
Erica wanted to deny her feelings about the handsome young man even though sheâd never had cause to doubt herself. The bigger issue she had with the situation as a whole was the fact that she knew what John was feeling for her right up until the moment he dropped her on her ass and ran for the hills. She had felt lust for sure, but that she got from the men and women on whom she fed from. Underlying the lust was a strong surge of emotion she wanted to deny having felt; even with all her desire to forget the feeling, love was an emotion she so rarely felt that she couldnât help but to luxuriate in on the few occasions she felt it. This had been the first time in Ericaâs long life she had felt it directed towards her.
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John finished his breakfast before using the showers at the truck stop. He was back on the road heading for the cabin in the mountains. He turned the music up and tried to focus on it at first. After that he started looking at the license plates on passing traffic to count the states before moving on to counting mile markers. No matter what he attempted John was unable to get thoughts of Erica out of his mind. Heâd already given up on try to think of her as an It or a thing because his mind refused to form those thoughts. John admitted to himself that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen; let alone had met personally. The problem existed in that it was his lifeâs mission to protect those who were ignorant of their existence from the creatures that lived in the shadows. He pushed the thoughts relating specifically to Erica to the back of his mind and focused on the crisis or identity or faith that heâd had right before stopping for breakfast.
Where all of the monsters automatically evil simply because they werenât human anymore? Not all of them started off as humans as far as he knew but many had. He had been fighting for his life since he started hunting a decade ago; never able to go a day without thinking of the danger they were to him. Now last night he walked right up to her and kissed a Vampire, kissed Erica. He pushed the memory of her lips against his from his thoughts again. What happened to ten years of training and survival instincts when heâd seen her across the room? The thing that bothered him the most was that any other time heâd been in the presence of any kind of monster heâd know they were supernatural even if he didnât know the type of creature he faced. Last night there was no sense and no warning.
Johnâs thought shifted to the night, five years ago, that he had found his parents had been turned. They had sought him out after theyâd been changed; they hadnât attacked but then again he didnât give them a chance to do so. The minute he was in their presence heâd had that same feeling of danger heâd get from the monsters. He pulled out the machete and sidearm he used for hunting and attacked. I should have died that night, John thought. But he hadnât; heâd taken on two trained Hunters with all the powers of vampires and lived. Had they come to him to die? Was he that good of a Hunter? What had happened that night?
Thoughts of Erica wouldnât stay in the back of his mind. The feel of her skin as his hands slid down her arms and around her hips. The memory of the weight and feel of her body against his when he lifted Erica from the floor with her firm ass resting in his hands flashed though his mind. The smooth texture and pressure from her lips when the kiss started pushed into his mind followed by the sensation of her tongue against his as the kiss deepened. Part of John wanted to turn the truck around and head back into the arms of a predator. He thought that he might finally be going crazy because of the knowledge of what existed in the shadows. He forced himself to continue on for the cabin.
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Erica came to a decision on what to do and implemented it as the sun set that evening. She employed another aspect of her gift that had been changed with her. In addition to feeding and sensing the emotions of others she was able to track them in a way similar to dog and other vampires hunting by scent. Erica rushed back to the clubâs parking lot in order to detect a trail. She found the imprint of his emotions quickly enough and she had two trails to follow. The first trail was the freshest as it had all the emotion she had felt in the club with a heavy dose of fear and confusion added to it. The second trail she found was older and the one she had been looking for; it didnât have the feelings of lust or love but had his emotional flavor, for lack of a better word. This one Erica chose to follow back to where John had come from. Sheâd chosen this tactic in for several reasons. The first being that by following the older trail sheâd be able to tell if the newer one joined up with it; telling her if sheâd be walking into his home with him there. The second reason is that she really didnât see herself as ready to face John; her emotions were still conflicting with each other. She feared for her life in seeking out the Hunter but wanted nothing more than to have him hold her in his arms again.
The trail she followed never crossed with the newer one as it led her to Johnâs home within the city. She entered the building without fear as she already knew that John wouldnât be there. Climbing the stairs quietly as not to disturb his neighbors Ericaâs heart began to race, pounding away in apprehension. She had no fear of death, but of what she may learn about the young man she was hunting. Hunting was the right term but not in the traditional sense. Erica wanted him more than she was comfortable admitting to herself; the last century of her life had been very lonely because she didnât let anyone close. She closed off her heart as she was afraid to fall in love just to watch the person age, wither and die or for her to need to move away from the area as to hide her nature. Erica broke into the apartment simply by turning the knob with her enhanced strength until the lock broke in her hand. She spend the rest of the night looking for anything she could find that would help her understand John.
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John arrived at the cabin just about the same time that Erica was breaking into his home in the city. He was unaware of her actions even though memories of how she looked and felt in his arms assaulted his mind and heart. He hung his jacket on the coat rack and headed to the back of the cabin to cut firewood. The sound of the axe driving its wedge shaped head into the wood was deafening in the quiet forest. That was his meditation; the method he chose to aid in clearing his mind. Heâd split enough logs to last for an entire winter before his thoughts had calmed enough to allow for decision making. He came to a decision in regard to Erica and began his preparations for the most important hunt of his life.
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Dear reader, this is going to be the fourth instalment of the misadventures of Karen, her brother and me. I’d like to thank everyone who was kind enough to send me a comment, either by public bulletin board, or via e-mail. I love to hear your comments and suggestions. It is always nice to know that your work is read. So I’d love to hear from you about this episode. Greetings, Darklord.
A week after I fucked Jeanine, Karen’s sister, while she was watching, I viewed the tape we made of that event with Peter. We were in his room, and he was dying to see this tape. He put it in the VCR.
“Hey man, close the door,” he said to me. I got up and closed the door. Although we were the only ones home, you could never know.
“Wow, look at that shit.”
“What?” I sat down next to him on his couch.
” I never realized that Jeanine doesn’t look bad naked. Not bad at all. And Karen, she’s so fucking sexy, even if she’s just sitting there.”
But Karen didn’t remain seated. The moment in which she put the dildo in her cunt got Peter really horny. “Jesus. Man I hope you don’t mind, but I gotta beat my meat when I see this.” He zipped down and pulled out his hard cock. At first I tried not to look at it, focusing on the screen. Karen was moving the dildo in en out of her cunt. But I got curious and took a peek at his cock. It looked pretty good: about 7 inches, uncut, but thick. A nice size. I could understand why Karen had enjoyed being fucked by it. Peter had shaved all his pubic hair, and his crotch area was totally clean.
“You can look if you want. And you can jerk off too, I don’t mind, man. Just relax.”
It still felt kind of awkward to be jerking off next to Karen’s brother, but I thought, what the heck. Besides, although I had seen the video before (and of course had participated in it), it still got me horny. I had a big boner. I pulled down my pants and started to stroke my cock.
On screen Karen was pressing the dildo at my ass while I was fucking her sister.
“Wow, did she really put that thing in your ass?” Pete asked.
“No, she only pressed it against my hole, but it got me off immediately.”
When the video was finished, Pete turned to me, watching my dick. “Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to be fucked by another guy?” he asked.
“Huh, sure. Plenty of times. I do like it when Karen plays with my hole. I like it when she puts a finger up my ass or if she rims it.” I felt really relaxed with this guy and was willing to discuss almost anything with him.
“Really? Me too. I love it when they play with my ass. Can I tell you a secret?”
I stopped stroking my cock, curious of what he had to say. I nodded.
“Don’t stop jerking off, it looks great.”
I continued.
“My ex had a strap on and she fucked me a couple of times with it,” Peter confessed. This got me even harder. I started to stroke my cock faster.
“Really? Fucking hell. How did it feel?”
“Very strange at first, but after a while really good. It’s like, they have the power all of a sudden. It was great to feel submissive for once. Usually I take control,” Pete panted.
“I know,” I was revering to the time he fucked his sister outside of the bathroom. He practically took her like she had no choice.
“You’re not pissed about that, are you?” Pete asked, a little concerned.
“No man, actually I found it a very hot story. After Karen told me, it gave me a hard on every time I thought about it.”
“Karen has a hell of a nice pussy. Maybe the best I’ve ever fucked,” Pete said. Then he moved towards me and he removed my hand from my cock. He looked me straight in the eye and grabbed my cock in his hand. He started to stroke me. Slowly at first, but he turned up the speed after a short while. It felt great to be beat off by a guy.
While his hand was moving up and down my shaft he asked if another guy ever jerked me off. “Sure,” I said, “In high school I had a jerk off buddy. We jerked off plenty of times.”
“Did it go any further?”
“Not really. Basically some touching and jerking.”
Pete tightened his grip on my dick and jerked even harder. I was close to cumming. He could tell by looking at my face. “You know what I’d really like, Robert?”
“W-what?” it was hard for me to speak, since I was on the verge of shooting my cum. Peter moved over my body, till his face was only inches from mine. It could feel his hot breath on my mouth.
“I would love to fuck Karen again. I would love to stuff my dick in my sister’s pussy again. Maybe we could fuck her together⌔ he said, his eyes filled with lust, his left hand jerking me off, the right hand cupping my balls. That got me off: “Aaaah!” I spurted my cum in the air. Three thick blasts landed on my stomach and on his hands. It took me some time to recover. Peter let go of my dick and sat back on the couch. Slowly I realized what he had said, what he was proposing. I didn’t say anything. Just looked at him, at his erection. God, he really had a good-looking prick. Don’t get me wrong, I am a heterosexual man, but somehow Peter got to me. He was a sexy guy.
Peter pointed at his dick. “You wanna give me a hand, dear brother-in-law?” he smiled. I smiled back and took his dick in my hand. I started to jerk him off.
“Yeah, Robert, that’s it. Faster. Jerk me off faster. Aaah, aaah, I’m, cummingâŚnow!” and he spurted his cum, just like I did a few moments ago. That day our pact was signed in sperm. The sex roller coaster ride that started a few weeks ago, was getting to the next stage.
That night Karen was sitting naked on the toilet with the lit down. She was shaving her mound, while I shaved my faced and told her what happened.
“What, you guys jerked each other off?” Karen said surprised. I just nodded. “And he proposed that we three should fuck together?” I nodded again. Karen finished her cunt and wiped off the remaining shaving cream with a towel. “That little fuck!” She seemed angry.
I got on my knees in front of her. And kissed her on the mouth. “Do you mind that we got each other off?”
“No, not really. But I thought that we decided that Peter and I wouldn’t fuck each other anymore, right?” I kissed her again, meanwhile my hand caressed her clean-shaven pussy. “Hmm, nice,” I said.
“Come on, Robert. Answer me. What do you think about all this?”
“Honestly, honey. I don’t know. I liked what he did to me, and, frankly, I like your brother a lot. He’s a nice guy. And I love you. I want you to have fun⌔ I put two fingers in her pussy and started to feel her up. Then I took them out and sucked on them, tasting her pussy juice.
Karen answered: “I’ll call him tomorrow.” I grabbed my mobile out of my pocket and gave it to her. “Why not call him now, there is no time like the present.”
She dialled his number and he answered. While the conversation took place, I was fingering her pussy. I started with two fingers up her cunt, and caressed her clit with my thumb.
“Pete, we have to talk!” Karen yelled at him.
“Sure sis, what about?”
“Well, what do you think?”
“Ooh, Robert told you huh. So what about it? You seem mad.”
Karen was letting go a low moan, her cunt was soaked. I added a third finger up her tight cunt, it would barely fit. “Pete, are you manipulating Robert, so you can fuck me again? I need to know.”
Peter must have cracked a smile on the other side of the phone. I think he could hear her soaking cunt. “Are you playing with yourself, Sis?” he asked her.
“No, Robert is fingering me.”
“Where are you?”
“I am sitting naked on the toilet, and Robert isâŚ.ooh, aaah, he’s got three fingers up my cunt and âŚ.aaah âŚ.aaaah, oh yes! Yes!” Her climax came unsuspected, but welcome nonetheless. Her pussy was flowing with juice. I started to lick it from her labia, like a little thirsty puppy.
“Ooh, Karen, this is so hot. I’ve got my hand wrapped around my cock. I’m jerking off right now!” Peter said at the other side of the line. All of a sudden I was hoping he was talking on his mobile phone, and not on one of the house telephone lines. They had a connected system, and anyone picking up a phone could listen in. On the other hand, that thought made me very hot. I unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down. As soon as my cock got released from its confines Karen grabbed my cock and started to stroke it.
“What are you doing now Karen, tell me?” Peter wanted to know.
“Now, my dear brother I am stroking Rob’s wonderful cock.” Karen said smiling.
“Is he hard?”
“Yes, very hard, and thick. I just love the way his head shines with pre-cum. I just love that circumcised cock of his,” Karen said. She could hear Peter stroke his hard-on on the other side of the line. She imagined what this scene must look like: he was probably sitting behind his desk, his feet pressed against his desk, his legs wide. His phone on speaker mode., lying somewhere on the desk, his nice hard cock in his hand. Stroking his foreskin over its head. I could tell the thought made her even hornier; her cunt started to flow her pussy juice again. She also started to stroke me harder. She knew this was the right time to ask her brother again:
“Tell me Pete, are you manipulating Rob and me, just so you can fuck me again?”
Peter panted “My dear sister. I’ll be frank with you. I would love to fuck your cunt again. Ever since that night, I’ve been thinking about doing it to you again. I really loved fucking you.”
Karen let go of my cock and started to rub her clit. “Yes, it was nice. But we both know what this is leading to, and I don’t want that⌔
“Are you sure?” Peter replied. “I love you, and I am very fond if Robert. I wasn’t manipulating him so I can fuck you. I don’t want to stand in between you guys, I think you make a great couple. I just don’t see why we couldn’t fuck each other, all three of us. You know I’ve had this bi-vibe going on, for a while.”
That was true, they had often talked about it, as they had talked about almost anything.
“Oh, oh-kay. I guess⌠it’s gonna be fine thenâŚ.” she whispered.
I got near her, and pressed my cock at Karen’s entrance. She gave me a small nod, and then I shoved my cock all the way in her tight cunt. God, she was so fucking wet, I slipped in easily.
“Ooh, GodâŚ.” she moaned.
“Karen, is Rob fucking you right now?”
“Y-yessssssssss,” she hissed. I was pounding in to her cunt. All the way in her, then pulling my cock out all the way, and then pushing it in her again. Her whole body was shaking, and she almost let the phone drop.
“This is so fucking horny,” she heard Peter say. “I am shooting my load right now!” Then she didn’t hear from him for a couple of seconds. And she didn’t care. She placed the phone on the washing machine, held my shoulders and locked her legs around my middle, so I had more balance. Only my cock touched her at that moment, going in and out of her wet slit. With my free hands I squeezed her nipples hard.
“Yeah, Rob, go on, fuck me. Fuck my cunt, harder! Please, make me cum again. Go on, fuck meeeeeeee!!!!!!” and she came again. She grabbed my head and pulled her tongue in my mouth. I felt her exploring every inch of my mouth. I loved it when she did that. Then she let go of me, and placed her feet on the ground. “Please honey, my cunt is fucked raw⌠pull out, it’s starting to hurt.”
I was almost there, but did as she asked. Her cunt lips were indeed very red. I started to beat off again. Karen was still out of this world.
“Hey sis?!” Peter yelled through the phone. Karen picked up the phone.
“Yeah bro?”
“This was really fucking hot. So what do you think?”
Karen got off the toilet, the seat was wet with her sweat. She held on to the sink to keep her balance and said: “Well, I’d say it is a nice start. Talk to you later.” And hung up on her brother. “Wow, my legs are still shaking,” she commented. I looked at her wonderful ass – the small cheeks, that perfect crack in the middle – and when I thought about what just transpired, I got even harder. I hadn’t cum and needed to climax badly. So I grabbed Karen by her hips and pulled her against me. My cock was slipping between the crack of her ass. “Karen, I gotta cum, I’m so hot.”
“I’ll suck you off, okay?”
Somehow that didn’t seem sufficient right now. I pushed my cock against her harder and it slipped back into her cunt. It indeed felt a bit raw, but I didn’t care at the moment. I started the push until my cock head was pushing at her cervix. “OOOHHHHHH!” Karen moaned. She fell against the wall, and I thrust even harder. I pressed her tits against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall, and resumed my pounding into her. I had no mercy for my little horny slut. I remembered that she liked dirty talk. I remembered the dream she had a few nights ago, in which Raymond practically raped her. I guessed this sort of stuff turned her on. So I got into the part:
“You fucking slut, you take my cock. Understand? I’ll give you the fucking you need, you hear me?” I yelled at her. Her breasts were being crushed against the wall, while my cock was pounding into her cunt. She got wet again.
I pressed my left hand between her and the wall, so I could touch her clit. “Now, fucking slut. Make me cum, goddammit. Take it!”
“Yeah honey. Give it to me. Shove your cock up my cunt!” she screamed.
“You like to play rough, don’t you?” I said. She just moaned. I was on the verge of blasting her cunt full of cum. “Tell me what you are!” I demanded.
“I am a hot horny little cum slut. I am your whore, your slut!”
“Exactly!” I yelled. I felt a familiar tingle in my balls, and then I released my load into her cunt.
“Yes, Robert, I feel your cum. Ooh, it’s so fucking hot. Yeah, fill me up. Drench my little pussy with you load! Aaaahhhh.” I think she came again, but I didn’t really care at that moment. She was just a cunt I had to fuck, that’s how it felt. No love involved, just pure lust and sex. Rough. I was so wild, I ripped my cock out of her cunt and pressed the head of my cock against her ass. The head was slippery, so it slipped away from her puckered little hole.
“Pull open your ass cheeks, cunt,” I demanded. Karen obliged. Although she was never fucked in the ass as far as I could tell. I looked at her lovely ass, that lovely whole I rimmed so many times before today. I pressed the head of my cock against it, and it did slip in her ass, just an inch or so. Karen cried out of pain. I slipped out my fuck tool, but wasn’t ready to leave it at that. I re-entered my cock, this time it went even further up her ass. I felt her hole stretch out more, and I really loved the pressure ion my dick. Her cunt was tight, but her ass was (not surprisingly) even tighter. God, if it was only possible, I’d love to live in that ass of hers. My cock was halfway in, which was far enough to let it stay there by itself. I looked down and saw my prick disappear into her ass.
I left my cock there for a moment, so she could get used to this big thing filling her up from behind. “Ooooh, God. It is so fucking big. It feels like you’re tearing me apart⌠almost.” Karen cried. I slipped my cock out of her ass. Her stretched hole stayed open a little while. Karen turned around, her face was red with exertion. My cock was still hard. “Let’s move to the bed,” I said. Karen followed me to the bedroom. Obediently she got on her hands and knees. Her beautiful ass was pointed right at my face. I got behind her and started to lick her cheeks. I started with the left globe of her ass, then licked her right one. Then I liked her puckered hole. My tongue slipped in easily, after my dick had been there.
Karen started to hum, which meant she was heaving a good time. After rimming her ass for about five minutes, I decided it was time to cum in her ass. I moved to her face, and shove my cock into her mouth. She took it in and I fucked her mouth for a while. Karen sat on her knees and took my cock out of her mouth. She started to lick my fuck tool with her tongue, making it wet all over. “Hmmm, I never knew my ass tasted like this,” she said.
“You like it?” I asked. She nodded. “Good,” I smiled. Then I got behind her. She was lying on her stomach, as I entered her ass. It was still very tight, and it hurt her, but I pushed on until my whole cock was buried to its root into her. My balls were leaning on her ass-cheeks. Then I started to fuck her. Harder and harder. Her anus felt so hot, even hotter than her pussy.
She clutched the sheets she was lying on for support. Her right side of her face lay on the bed, her mouth open, panting for air. “God, it h-hurts like hellâŚ.” she cried.
“Want me to stop?” I asked her with a coarse voice.
“N-no, go on, fuck it!”
“Good, I wouldn’t have stopped anyway,” I smiled mischievously. I lay my head on hers and licked her lips whenever I could. She licked me back with her tongue, until I fucked her so hard, we were both moving too fast. Then we were only crashing into one another. We didn’t speak, I just fucked her. Speeding up with each stroke, until I couldn’t hold it any more. I spurted my cum into her ass.
“Ooh, man! That feels hot!” I yelled.
“Yes, it does. It feels great, your cum in my ass! I wish we had done this months ago!” Karen cried. After my cock was ready releasing my load I pulled out. Karen broke a wind, which made us both laugh. She sat down or her ass, which was quite red. Cum started to drip out of her ass. “Oops, I guess we have to clean up the bed again,” she chuckled. I had an idea. “Hold on,” I said. I went to the living room and came back with her digital camera. “Let’s shoot a picture, for Peter,” I joked.
“Sure, she said. I took a picture of her ass dripping with my cum. Then she turned around, opened her ass in front of my lens, and I took a couple more pictures. You could she her ass was sore inside, and cum and stuff dripping out of her. I loved the sight. Karen sat down on her ass again, crossing her legs.
She looked at my cock and started to pull it towards her. “Now, let’s finish this the way we should.” She totally surprised me when he stuck my dick into her mouth and sucked on it. Then she took it out and cleaned it with her tongue. She left the head for last, slipping her tongue on my pee hole. After she was finished, she gave me a warm wet kiss. Her tongue tasted bitter, which wasn’t surprising: the combination of my sperm and her ass. “What is mine shall be yours, and what’s yours shall be mine,” she said. We hugged. God, I really loved that horny girlfriend of mine. I wondered what would be next. For now we lay against each other. She was lying on her side, I held her close to me, pressing my limp cock against her ass. We fell asleep.
That weekend was going to be the last weekend we would spent together for a while. I was flying out to Cairo on Sunday night, where I would spent about six weeks shooting a romantic comedy. Scenes were also planned in Morocco and Las Vegas. So I wouldn’t see my babe for more than a month. This was going to be a trial. On Saturday night, Karen, Peter and I went out to Para disco, a club in downtown Amsterdam, to see the band âCave In’ play. After the concert, there was a party in Para disco, with DJ’s and stuff, so we spent the whole night over there. Drinking, dancing, and fooling around. At one point Peter was smooching with some Indian girl that had great tits. He was dancing with her on the dance floor like there was no tomorrow.
This was a good moment for Karen and I to slip away and go to the bathroom. We slipped into the men’s room and went into a booth. We started kissing each other.
“God, Rob. I am so fucking horny. Feel,” Karen said. I zipped open her tight pants and tried to pull the fucker down. It was very tight, and I pulled down her underwear with it in one move. With the trousers around her knees, she couldn’t move very well. I put my middle finger in her cunt and discovered that she wasn’t lying. I fingered her cunt for a while and slipped my wet finger in my mouth. Then I put it back in her cunny, only to move it more to her back and stroke my nail across her asshole. “Man, you know my ass still hurts from that anal fuck?” Karen asked.
“But what a fuck it was,” I said while I inserted the finger in her ass. Karen kissed me. Her tongue propping my mouth. I fingered her ass for a while.
“Attention people, it is closing time!” somebody yelled in the hallway. It must’ve been four o’clock. Karen held my hand, pulled it and my finger popped out of her ass. She took the finger and sucked on it. “We’ll do this later, okay?” I nodded. Karen pulled up her pants.
We met Peter upstairs. “Oh there you guys are.”
“Where is your little Indian princess?” Karen asked.
“She had to take the first train home. She had to go to church tomorrow,” he said sadly.
“Don’t worry,” we’ll comfort you. Come on guys, let’s get a cab,” Karen said.
We took a cab to my place, which is on the edge of the centre of town. So only moments later we were sitting on my couch. Peter had brought some pot with him and he was rolling a joint. I got a bottle of Bailey’s from the cabinet and sat down next to Peter on the couch.
Karen’s bladder was about to explode “God, I really have to take a piss. Too much fucking beerâŚ!” She opened the buttons of her trousers, but had a hard time getting out of them.
I looked at Peter “Always a lady.” He laughed, lit up the joint, took a whiff and passed it on to me. I usually don’t smoke, just on special occasions. Karen let herself fall between us on the couch. “Jesus Christ. I can’t even get my trousers off anymore. Fuck.” She took a whiff of the joint too and gave it back to Peter.
He said “Well, I don’t mind if you don’t wear them.”
Karen smiled to both of us. “Well, I don’t think you gentlemen are strong enough to pull down these tight slacks. I’ve sweat so much on the dance floor, I think they’ll stick on me forever.” Peter and I were just the guys for this kind of challenge.
“Lay down,” I said. Karen slid down to the edge of the couch. Peter and I both took a trouser-leg and started to pull. They were stuck indeed. Pete and I looked at each other. “Let’s try again, shall we,” he said. And we pulled again. Nothing seemed to happen.
“Come on guys, hurry up, I really have got to pee!!” Karen yelled, panic in her voice.
“Turn around, on your knees,” I suggested. She turned around. Pete and I were admiring the beautiful curves of her ass. I grabbed the top of her trousers and started to pull the fabric down. Slowly it did go down. Of course I pulled her underwear down also, but she didn’t care. Slowly the top of her ass crack got revealed. I pulled down her trousers even more, slowly revealing more and more of her beautiful ass. I heard Peter sight. He must have had a big boner in his pants by now. Finally the pants were down. Karen got up, stepped out of them. We got a short glimpse of her pussy, before she ran into the bathroom.
Peter and I chased her. “Don’t pee yet!” Peter yelled back. “Pee in the bathtub. I want to see my sister take a piss!” He said with a horny voice. Yep, his boner was getting hard: I could see the outline of his growing cock in his pants. Karen was standing in the bathtub, and was already peeing when we got in. It was a great sight though: Karen, naked from the waist down, her golden shower pouring from her cunt lips in to the bathtub, soaking her own feet and her lower legs. “Ooooohh, that’s a relieve,” she sighted. “Fuck those tight trousers. From now on, I’ll only wear skirts!” she said. Pete watched fascinated at his peeing sister. He started to stroke his cock through his trousers. When Karen was finished, she wanted to wipe her pussy clean with some paper towels.
“No, let me handle that,” Peter said. He went to the bathtub and put his mouth against her pussy. He started to lick her labia. This got me hard, I can tell you. Karen held on to his head, pushing him tight against her pussy. “Hmmmm, that’s nice Pete, thanks,” she said grateful. I took off my pants. My cock was rock hard. Karen took off her top and her bra. Now she was totally naked. Peter disengaged from her pussy. I was naked now too and stepped into the bathtub. I stood close to Karen, my cock pressing against her stomach. We kissed.
“Hon,” I said, “I gotta pee bad too.”
“Don’t let me stop you.”
I pressed hard and a weak stream of piss came out of my pee hole. As every man will know, it’s not easy pissing with a hard-on, but I managed. The drops hit Karen’s stomach, below her bellybutton. She grabbed my dick and pushed it in her cunny as far as it could go. I pissed inside her cunt, although everything fell out immediately of course. “Hold it,” she demanded. Karen lay down in the bathtub, “Okay, let it go.” I pointed at her and pied all over her body. She moved her hands on her breasts like she was rubbing it in. “Move up, I want it in my mouth,” she said. But it was too late. I was already done.
“I’ve got some for you,” Peter said. He was standing naked and was ready to go. He stepped over Karen in the bathtub, and squatted down so his cock was close to her mouth. He started to pee. Karen opened her mouth and caught most of it. “Hmmm, yummy she said.” She swallowed some, but let most of it just drop out of her mouth again. Then Pete was done too.
We showered after that, soaping up each other. Then we were back in the living room, having some drinks. It was early dawn and the sun was showing it’s first rays of light. The sky was painted a beautiful red, announcing it would be a cold day. Karen stood against the window, looking outside. She wore her robe. I moved towards her and kissed her in her neck while I put my arms around her. I had to fly out in a couple of hours and I was going to miss this girl for a long time. I cupped her breasts under her robe, and pinched her nipples.
“MMMMM, more babe,” she said quietly. I also pressed my hard-on against her back. I wore my robe, which was open at the front. Karen turned around and we kissed for a long time. I dropped her robe to the floor, and got out of mine. Karen leaned against the window as I entered her wet cunt. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and she began to moan
in the same rhythm that I plunged my cock into her. Since this wasn’t a very high building, people across the street would be able to see us fucking. Actually a parking agent and a woman stood still and watched how I pumped my cock in and out of Karen’s cunt.
Peter moaned. He was jerking himself off on the couch. Karen looked at him and smiled. She looked at his cock, and realised once more how much she longed for that cock. I said “We are neglecting our guest.” I walked Karen over to the couch, my cock still buried deep inside her. I was able to keep it in her cunt while I turned her around and she sat down on all fours.
“You know brother, I never really sucked your cock before,” Karen said matter of factly, and then took his cock into her mouth. Her head was bobbing up and down his cock head at the same pace as I was fucking her.
“Yeah sis, suck it baby. Suck your brother’s cock. Suck it hard. I need you to suck me hard. I need to come inside your hot mouth. Come on, suck me!” Karen held the base of his cock in her hand and swirled her tongue around his head. She squeezed the base at regular intervals. She could have been a drummer. He really seemed to like it, because he moaned loudly. I loved the sight in front of me and I loved the feeling of her tight cunt stretched around my cock.
Now the moment had arrived everything had been building up to. I sensed it, Karen en Peter certainly sensed it. It was time for their bodies to be reunited, connected once more. Just like they were a few months ago, when this whole fuck-fest began. That moment in which Peter had grabbed his sister from behind, and put his thick cock in her nice pussy and fucked her like she didn’t have a choice. One could wonder if she did have a choice in this whole thing or that the sex-drive between brother and sister was too strong to ignore, sucking everybody in who came too close of them (including me, but also their own sister and who knows in the future.)
Karen looked at me, as if to get my approval. I simply smiled at her.
“Come in my pussy,” Karen said to her brother. I took out my tool, and Karen straddled herself on her brother’s cock. Now this was a sight I will never forget in my horny life: He buried his dick deep inside her little cunt and she started to fuck herself on his thick tool. “OOOH, aaah, yeah,” she screamed. Peter held her ass cheeks and pressed into her ass hard. He was pulling her onto his cock.
I sat down on the couch, so I could look in closely, while I was stroking my own cock. Her cunt lips fitted tightly around his shaft, as if their skin melted together. She was sucking him in as far as he could go. Her face in ultimate bliss, enjoying every stroke, every second of their union.
“God, sis, I’ve missed your tight cunt. I really did. We should do this on a regular basis.” He said.
“Yes, yes we do,” she panted. She looked over at me and moved her head up close to mine, and kissed me. My tongue swirled around in her mouth, around her tongue as if they were dancing. “Thank you,” she whispered in my ear. Then she moved back to Peter, to fully concentrate on his fuck tool.
Peter started to speed up his thrusts, making her move up and down faster and faster. Her tits bounced up and down. Her cunt was so wet, it made a hell of a soaking noise. I loved it.
“Jesus sis, if I’d known that you were such a great fuck, I’d would have never bothered with any other cunts!” Pete panted. He was definitely sweating a lot, his skin glistering with his sweat.
“OOOH, God Pete. It feels soooooo gooood!. You two guys have the best dicks I’ve ever had in me. I wish we could fuck each other every f-u-c-k-i-n-g day!” Karen screamed.
“Now spurt your wad into me. Make me cum!” And so it happened. Peter yelled when he filled up his sister’s pussy. She came at the same time, her pussy pulsing and throbbing around him. Smashing her body upon him. As soon as Peter was finished coming in her, I pulled out his cock, moved Karen a little bit to the right and pounded my hard rod into her pussy.
“Oh, yeah, Rob, fuck me honey. Fuck my already filled up cunt. Make the cum splash out of me!!!” Karen yelled. Her cunt was very wet, being filled up with her brother’s cum. Every time I took my tool out, just leaving the head inside her, I could see my cock was covered with her brothers cum. A wonderful sight. It didn’t take long for me to come too and I spurted a load of cum inside her wet cunt. “Yeah, you fucking cunt, I am filling you up right now!” I said while I climaxed.
“Don’t pull your dick from her,” Peter said, while he moved back under Karen. He pushed his cock against her cunt lips and tried to enter her too. After trying for a while we both had our cocks inside her pussy. Peter’s was only halfway in, but it felt great. My cock was in my girlfriend’s cunt, while it pressed against her brother’s cock, which was also in her pussy. “God, you guys are both inside. I am stretched up to the limit. I can take no more!” We fucked her slowly, careful not to slip out of her slippery slit.
“Aaaaah, it’s too much.” Karen climaxed. Her cunt juice spurting all over the place. Her body shaking so much, both of our cocks slipped out of her cunt. She fell down on the couch, next to Peter and me.
Peter immediately grabbed my cock and started to jerk me off. He moved his face close to my cock and while he looked at me, he started to lick my head. Wow, that was a horny sight, I can tell you. Felt great too. Karen was still recovering, while her brother took my head into his mouth. He sucked just on the head. He cupped my balls and played with them. Then he took my whole cock and shoved it into his mouth. Its head reached his throat and he almost choked on me. Then he deep-throated me, like he was some expert cocksucker. Karen looked at us with big eyes. She had never seen anything like it. Nor had I.
I felt the suction increase. I moaned louder.
I felt my cum moving up. “Shit, I am cumming,” I said. Peter shoved my dick out of his mouth, except for my cock head. I spurted my cum against the back of his mouth. He sucked me dry.
“Wow, guys. That was really fucking horny.” Karen said. We both agreed. She gave Peter a kiss; they shared my cum. Karen swallowed. “Any chance you could do the same for my brother?” Karen asked with a mischievous smile on her face. I looked at Pete and then at his cock. It seemed to grow just by looking at it. To be honest, I am not sure how I felt about sucking another man’s cock. But then again, I would have done anything to make Karen happy. Before I could say anything however, the phone rang. Karen walked to it and picked it up. Cum was still leaking down her legs when she answered. I sat down next to Pete. My cock was lying lazily between my legs.
“Hello? Oh Hi dadâŚ.”
“What?” Karen said. “Okay, we’ll be there in an hour. Bye” She hung up the phone, her face turned pale.
“What is it honey?” I asked carefully.
“That was dad. He wants to have a family meeting at eleven o’ clock.”
Pete looked surprised “Why?”
“Mum and he are breaking up.” Karen said while she sat down on my lap and hugged me.
About 90 minutes later we were at their parent’s house. Apparently their mom and dad didn’t get along as well as they thought. And their mother decided to go to Paris, to live with her sister for a while. Dad would stay at the house with the kids, until things got better or until they decided what to do. It was a family crisis. Jeanine cried, and Karen comforted her.
Later that day I was sitting on Karen’s bed and we talked.
“You know I’ve got to go. I’ve got to do this gig,” I said to her.
Karen sat next to me, her head on my shoulder. “I know.”
“You want me to skip this one, and stay?” I asked her.
She kissed me. “No, go. I’ll be fine. This is a big job, a big movie, right?” I nodded. “So do it.
I will be fine, I’ve got Pete and Jeanine. We’ll help dad out. We’ll be fine.”
Three hours later we were at the airport. Karen and I said our goodbyes. We held each other tight and after a long kiss, I went into the plane. Leaving her behind with all the family trouble.
Who knew what would happen in the next six weeks. I can tell you one thing though, I could have never suspected that things would turn out that weird. I never realised that the sexy events that had started a while ago, were merely the beginning.
To be continuedâŚ..
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When we got in bed John said he wanted to talk to me about something and asked that I keep an open mind and not get mad. We had always been open with one another. I was curious and said OK. He asked if I had ever heard of an open marriage.