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the chase

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jason awoke to the sound of a distant police siren cutting through the night like a banshee’s shrill wail. He lay in the darkness of the tiny motel room for a few confused moments with his arm across his face, forgetting where he was, why he was there.
Memories returned and with them came the cold grip of fear. He quickly lunged over to turn on the lamp, assuring himself there was nothing else in the room. The dull light showed he was sprawled across the old, worn bed still in his underwear after a much needed shower. With a groan, he sat up and held his throbbing head in his hands. He had only meant to stay for a few hours when he had checked into the isolated, rundown motel earlier that afternoon.
The motel might have been modern and serviceable when it was built decades ago, but without the highway traffic to support it the place had fallen into disrepair. The bathroom and bed were clean if dilapidated and dingy, but jason hardly noticed.
He was exhausted, physically and mentally. He had been running for so long, interminably fleeing his every waking moment until he could barely remember his life before this nightmare had started.
There were still some recollections in of the past buried in his sleep-deprived mind if he made the effort to dig them out: a decent, sedentary job as a computer programmer, no worries greater than his rent and car payments, blissful ignorance of what existed out there in the shadows of the so-called real world.
His money was running low, his bank account almost gone and his credit cards nearly maxed out, but he had to pay to stay in motels even for the inadequate rest he stole during the day. He couldn’t afford to be taken in or detained by the police or highway patrol for even a few hours. Constant, headlong flight was his only chance.
He swung off the bed and staggered to the bathroom, his throat parched. In the stark, fluorescent light, Lindsay stared at himself in the dull mirror. Healed scratches were barely visible lines across the bare skin of his neck, torso and arms. He had lost weight, he couldn’t remember his last decent meal. He couldn’t remember how long he had been running, whether weeks or months had passed, but it had hardened him, mentally and physically, forcing him to find resilience and strength he had never known he possessed.
He splashed tepid water across his unshaven face and drank handfuls until his throat no longer felt sore. He had to leave at once. The day was his only chance for rest, he had to keep moving once it was night.
jason walked swiftly back out to the bedroom, but before he could grab his travel-stained duffle bag and tug on his wrinkled jeans and shirt, the locked and bolted door of the motel room swung open.
She stood there. jason had known who it was before the door opened, there was no one else it could be. A small, slender figure standing poised in the doorway in a baggy leather jacket and tight, black miniskirt, leather gloves on her hands and an expensive purse slung over her shoulder. Silvery-white hair, wild and unruly, was cut short in back and draped over in the front, hiding half her face. The silvery color of the tresses looked like a bad dye-job, though jason knew it wasn’t. Pale, smooth skin shown luminescent in the dim lamplight.
“Hi,” she said simply and walked inside. She wore a tight pink top under the jacket and her skirt clung to curving hips, below elegant legs were outlined in black fishnet stockings.
“You’re slowing down, jason. You didn’t get nearly as far today,” her voice was musical and entrancing with an accent that might have been Irish but was actually something far, far older.
knew she could see perfectly well even with her hair hanging in front of her face. He stood frozen in terror, unable to move or make a sound.
“Maybe you’re letting me catch up. Did you think about that?” she asked him, tossing aside the purse and shrugging off her jacket. Her firm breasts were clearly displayed by the meager half-top that left her sleek belly bare. Her skirt rode very low on her hips and jason knew the only thing she wore underneath was her stockinghose. “Maybe you’re finally getting tired of trying to get away. You can’t you know. No human male can escape a Mahdron Sidhe.”
Sidhe. jason hadn’t known what one was before he met her. Wouldn’t have known to pronounce it ‘she’. Wouldn’t have believed the ancient legends which told of sinister faerie lovers who delighted in tormenting the men they chose as partners.
“Stay away,” jason croaked, finally able to speak and move, edging toward his duffle bag. “Just stay back, Sifania.”
She ignored him, walked over to the bed and took a jumping seat on it, testing its springs with several bounces of her bottom. “I have some bread and biscuits, sorry cookies I mean, if you want to have something to eat first,” she offered him.
jason knew better than to eat any food offered by a faerie. At least all those computer role playing games had taught him something about myths. He never would have had the chance to run at all if he had consumed anything she ever prepared for him.
She was pulling off her gloves and kicking off her boots, tucking her stockinged legs underneath herself on the bed. Her hands small and slender but her fingers were inhumanly long and they had wickedly sharp claws on them. She turned her head up to him and her disorderly hair tilted to the side, from the nose down she could have been a beautiful, human woman, pert nose, perfect, heart-shaped lips and a slender chin.
Behind her hair and above the line of her nose, she was a monster, her eyes were feral, yellow pits of glowing malevolence, her brow curved forward and down where the bridge of her nose should have been, she had no eyebrows only only rows of small, sharp scaled ridges, it was a face reminiscent of a shark or some other sea creature even more ancient and vicious that had swam through primordial oceans.
“You better eat something, you’re going to need your strength,” she told him, and her mouth split into a voracious smile, her glinting white teeth were double rows of jagged fangs.
jason made a wild lunge for his duffle bad and dragged out an old, rusted crowbar. It had been hard finding one that wasn’t made from tempered steel. Gripping the crowbar in both hands, he brandished it at the slim, other-than-human woman sitting on the bed.
She looked at him calmly, her delicate nostrils flaring as she caught the scent.
“Pure cold iron. You are learning,” she admitted. “No more silly guns and useless bullets. But that’s not going to be enough to keep you from me.”
“I’m not letting you get close this time,” jason threatened.
“I won’t have to, jason You’ll come to me,” she said and rose up from the bed, turning her back to him and lifting her arms to pull her top off over her head.
jason’s hands began to shake as the Sidhe began to undress. There was a row of short spines that led from the back of her neck and down between the shoulder blades of her smooth, gracefully muscled back, a bare back that would have looked very enticing without the inhuman spines.
Then she turned around, her lips turned in small teasing smile and her arms crossed over her chest. She slowly dropped her hands and spread her arms apart and let him look at her without the slightest blush of embarrassment. He tried not to see the curves of her perky breasts or her translucent, flawless skin. He tried to remind himself what would happen if he let the crowbar drop and took her into his arms the way he was already longing to do.
“I told you. No human male can escape a Sidhe,” she said, undoing the button down the side of her skirt. It snapped free of her hips, leaving her in only her fishnet stockings and jasonknew he was lost. The crowbar fell from his hands to the floor as a horrible, unearthly desire filled him as he gazed at the enticing, snowy white thatch of hair between her thighs. Unable to stop himself, he strode forward and pulled her into a crushing embrace, burying his face into her silky hair.
She sighed with pleasure and wrapped her arms around him, giving a squeeze in return with her claws digging into the muscles of his back. She pulled them both back toward the waiting bed and jason felt himself respond to the soft luxury of her naked body.
“No. Don’t,” grunted jason. through gritted teeth, even as he arms kept her close, but she was already dragging him onto the bed with her, pulling him down on top of her. She was much smaller than him but there was inhuman strength in her limbs. She easily scrapped off his underwear with nimble hands as she leaned back on the bed, her lithe, stocking-clad legs sliding up and wrapping around him.
“Ah yes!!” Sifania gasped as she pulled at jason with her arms and legs and the hard, throbbing erection he had not even been aware he had possessed suddenly slid into her warm, eager body.
“No, God no,” jason groaned in answer, unable to stop himself from letting his weight sink completely onto her and driving himself all the way into her. Pleasure coursed through him as he arched above the feminine creature squirming under him, supernatural delight washing through his mind, trying to claw at his sanity and tear away his will.
He might have been able to pull away in that first moment, but her fingers dug painfully into his shoulders and her legs were tense and clamped around his hips, allowing no chance to win his way free.
There was only one other way to end the horrid, unearthly sensations that threatened to consume him. Desperately, he slid his hands under her smooth hips and took gripping handfuls of her bare, rounded bottom. He began to thrust with frantic haste, moving as fast and hard he could, the springs under their bodies complaining as the bedframe began to jump with his efforts.
He closed his eyes, trying to trick himself into believing it was an ordinary woman under him, her warmth and softness the result of human passion and desire, not unearthly lust and faerie appetites. He almost succeeded, the swiftly growing ecstasy filing him as he tried to bring himself to climax before she could realize what he was doing.
But then her small, supple body went taut under him and she pushed him back, her shocking, yellow eyes staring up at him from her frightening face with a malicious, knowing stare.
“I don’t think so,” she gave him a fanged smile that chilled him to the bone. She tightened herself around his manhood until he gave a gasp of pain.
He ignored the sudden, excruciating tightness and desperately drove harder at her, heaving himself within her embracing arms and legs, her fishnet stockings leaving red marks on his skin. Straining hard with his teeth gritted tight, he almost reached the edge of the release he sought but just as he was about to climax, she grabbed his head and dragged his face down into a deep kiss.
Her mouth was very, very sweet, but her tongue was disturbingly thin and long. It snaked far into his mouth while the fork at its tip painfully pulled and tugged at his own tongue like a tiny, grasping hand. Far worse was the nearness of her eyes, now less than an inch away as they kissed, her golden, unnerving stare boring into his mind and keeping him from breaking their gaze or even closing his eyes.
She stopped his climax, he did not know how, but just as he reached the point of agonizing, welcome relief, his body was stopped short, leaving him with only the distress and physical anguish of his unfulfilled effort.
“You don’t think I’ll let you end it so quick, do you?” she broke the kiss to snarl into his ear. “You’re not going to get away with doing that this time. Now move.”
The last word was spoken in the inhuman, musical language of faerie, but jason knew what it meant even though he did not speak a word. That single utterance reached down into his being and made him start to move his hips, cycling them between her clutching thighs against his will as he laid himself across her body, unable to stop himself.
“No. No, don’t do this,” jason gasped, gripping the sides of the bed and trying to shove himself away even as he continued to forcefully thrust at her, the pressure and torment of his halted climax growing worse even as the anguish was mixed with a renewed pleasure from the velvety feel of her body, her stiff, aroused nipples pressing into his chest as she wiggled beneath him.
“Mmmm, that’s the way. Faster,” she told him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, reaching far down to dig her claws into his back and drawing her knees up higher until they were almost under his arms.
“Oh God,” he groaned. The pain became much worse as his pumping increased in speed in response to her command, his hips going faster with each passing moment. He had heard the old stories of faerie music making humans who heard it dance until they died from exhaustion. jason had another song filling his ears now, the lilting, feminine gasps and grunts of inhuman pleasure that goaded him on with an unearthly compulsion, forcing him to ignore his straining muscles and sexual anguish.
He drove himself deep within her body until she was lifting up her back from the mattress, crying out his name in ecstacy, heedless of the obvious suffering in every tense line of his harshly rigid body above her, or perhaps she was aware but only more aroused by his pain.
“Ah!AH!Oooohhh!!Don’t stop!Don’t stop!” she shouted.
She pulled her stockinged legs up even higher and slid them around his arms until her slim ankles were resting on his shoulders in a limber, flexible pose which left her laying folded in half underneath him. The position had her thighs forcing him a little bit away from her but her hands still gripped his neck, keeping him in place as she smiled and gazed hungrily up at him, her disturbing yellow eyes fervent and voracious.
jason could not look away even though it horrified and unnerved him to stare at that inhuman, ecstatic face, her features a macabre combination of eerie beauty and monstrous horror. Part of him struggled to break free and escape and part of him intensely yearned for her in spite of his fear and torment.
“AHHHH!!” she finally screamed as she climaxed, throwing her head back as tears of pure joy burst down her cheeks. jason could feel her shuddering in his arms as pleasure washed through her. He was abruptly released from the faerie spell that compelled him to keep moving but not the one that prevented him from bringing an end to their coupling by ejaculating into her.
He still moaned in relief as he was able to stop thrusting and collapsed on top of her, his rigid erection sore and throbbing and still buried deep within her. It hurt too much to try to draw it out and he could only lay there, gasping along with her as they both recovered their breath.
“Mmmmm, that was nice,” she eventually whispered and he felt her lips form into a wicked smile against the side of his neck. He felt a knowing chill of dread just before she pushed him over onto his back with a shove, keeping him inside of her as she sat up and straddled his body.
“But we’ve only just begun,” she grinned down at him, her accent thick as she ran her hands over his chest and dragged her fingers down so her claws left deep scratches in his skin.
She began to lift herself up and drove her whole body weight down onto him. jason yelled out, his aching manhood still trapped inside her warm, painfully tight channel as she plunged herself onto him. The excruciating pain of the sensation almost brought tears to his eyes and he had to clench his arms tightly at his sides, gritting his teeth against the anguish.
“Stop it! Oh God, that hurts! STOP!” he groaned, knowing it was useless. She only smiled even wider and began to quicken her pace, sliding her soft thighs against his sides and heaving herself above him until the bed was swaying like a ship at sea.
“I’m only just starting, you sweet man. We have a nice, long night ahead of us,” she laughed and cried out with eager delight, suddenly tightening her body around his erection so fiercely the pain made jason black out.
He had drifted back and forth into consciousness while Sifania rode him on the bed for what felt like hours. She climaxed more times than he could count, biting and clawing at his body in her passion while she relentlessly used him. Her spell kept him hard and rigid, restraining him from releasing himself in a climax and the frustrated, throbbing torment had exhausted him worse than any of the exertions she made him perform for her enjoyment.
The scratches, the bruises and the aching, horrible pain would have been bad enough, but jason was assaulted by a growing longing and desire as the faerie woman used him. He could feel her will trying to force him to give into her, to yield to the seductive pleasures she offered that would end his suffering. But jason resisted, sometimes barely holding on to his reason by his fingernails, until she finally decided to take a break from their efforts and take a shower, leaving him feeble and weak on the bed, his throbbing manhood still erect and painfully hard.
The sound of the water running in the bathroom drew jason out of his sore, fatigued stupor. Biting back a moan, he cautiously pushed himself up, all too aware that Sifania could hear even the slightest rustling of the sheets from the bathroom. He thought the echoing splashing of the water might be enough to cover the noise, and he slowly got to his feet, almost unable to support his weight and nearly falling to his knees. It was his chance, he realized, while she was refreshing herself in the shower. He had to escape, though he could not imagine how he was going to manage putting on a pair of pants over his aching manhood. But he had to leave before she started with him again, sometimes she would not stop using him until the dawn came.
He was trying to mentally plan how he could dress himself and flee out the door without making any noise, when jason suddenly realized he was standing in the doorway to the bathroom. He had walked over without meaning to, drawn there by the same unearthly compulsion which kept him hard and erect. His naked reflection in the mirror looked haggard, fresh new scratches covered a great deal of his torso, but jason barely noticed, his eyes were drawn to the shower.
Through the foggy glass doors, he could see her. Her lithe, slim body outlined through the glass, moving with a sensual, unnatural grace. His mind screaming insanely at him, but jason walked over to the shower and slid the door open.
She turned to face him, her hair wet and matted down, her inhuman, monstrous features starkly plain as rivulets of water glistened all over her alluring body.
“Why hello,” she said, gazing up at him with her sinister yellow eyes. Lindsay did not speak as he stepped into the shower and pushed her nude body back against the tiled wall. She let him lift her slender form up in his arms and with his mind still shrieking silently at him, he let her down onto his erection.
“Uuhhh!” he groaned at her eager tightness.
“Ahhh!!! Mmmmm,” she murmured blissfully as he entered her.
It was even more painful than before but he could not stop himself. He held her up off the floor pressed against the shower wall, her head leaning against him, the warm water running down her face, her eyes closed as she luxuriated in his embrace.
“Let’s finish this,” he moaned against the side of her wet, dripping head, no longer resisting her, no longer fighting. “I’ll do what you want.”
“Take us back to the bed,” she whispered, her arms helping him as he held her under her buttocks and carried her, dripping and wet, back to the bedroom. She stared up at him as he carried her to the bed, her yellow eyes half suspicious, half aroused by his willingness.
“Wait, take me this way,” she said and with their bodies slick and wet, Sifania easily rotated completely around in his arms, never breaking their coupling as she turned until she was facing away from him, her toes brushing the ground while he wrapped his around her slim waist to support her. The sharp, short spines along her back added new cuts onto his chest, but he ignored them and pushed them both onto the mattress.
Sifania went onto her hands and knees and Lindsay took hold of her hips. She peered back over her shoulder at him, a strand of wet hair falling across her inhuman face.
“Now, do it now!AHHHH!!” she both ordered and pleaded, her words turning into a gasp of ecstacy as jason immediately started to thrust himself into her. Their wet bodies made a loud smacking sound in the bedroom, and small, clear droplets of water flew from Sifania’s silvery-white hair and pale skin as Lindsay’s pounding rapdily increased in vigor.
He kept at her for long minutes, not knowing if it was water from the shower or anguished tears streaming down his face as he let himself stab away a Sifania’s lovely, nude body. The hideous pain was still there, but the pleasure was rapidly matching it, not making the torment go away, only making it impossible to stop no matter how much it hurt.
“AH! Yes, that’s it!! That’s it, JASOOOONNN!!” Sifania shouted his name again as he drove her to her orgasm.
As if the Sidhe’s intense climax was the key, jason felt the telltale pressure build within him and this time nothing halted it as he finally climaxed into her eager, willing body. It was like a dozen climaxes combined, and the shocking, welcome pleasure assaulted his resolve, crashing against his will, trying to overwhelm him and attempting to completely put him under Sifania’s absolute sway.
They both collapsed together onto the bed as their simultaneous orgasms stunned them both. The spines along Sifania slender back dug into his skin as he fell on top of her, but he did not care, the relief of finally climaxing and being freed of his hideous torment was the only thing that mattered to him at that moment.
He let himself go limp and relax on top of her limp, wetly slick form, listening to her murmur and moan beneath him. He brought his hands up to caress her soft skin. Kissing her lightly behind her ear,jason gently stroked Sifania’s wet hair, bringing new, drowsy murmurs of pleasure to her lips. He continued his tender, delicate touches until she finally dozed off into sleep in his arms.
Sifania awoke to the sound of a siren. She lay in the dimness of the tiny motel room, the sky outside the curtained window growing steadily lighter with the approaching dawn. She was sprawled face down across the old, worn bed, the sheets still damp with the water they had brought from the shower.
With a luxurious and satiated moan, she pushed her naked form up, her entire body suffused with sweet memories of the delights she had tasted the previous night. The last time with jason had been the most fulfilling by far for her, nothing could ever satisfy a Sidhe like a willing lover.
But he had not been completely willing, and Sifania now realized he was gone. His clothes and duffle bag were missing, he had fled the same way he had fled every time they had spent the night together.
The chase had been entertaining for her up until now, but Sifania was beginning to tire of it. jason was the one she had chosen to take as her lover and he could not escape her, no matter where in the world he fled.
She rose up and quickly dressed herself. She would need to find a safer place to wait through the day when her powers would be gone. It would give jason time to run away from her, but not enough time that she could not catch up to him again once the night fell again.
Before she left, Sifania reached into her purse and left a few coins of faerie gold for the old manager of the motel who had told her which room jason taken. The coins would bring more wealth to themselves if the manager chose to keep them, and like all faerie gifts, they would either make him rich or ruin him with greed.
Humans often suffered from such magical gifts, though the faerie felt humans brought such dooms upon themselves. jason was the same way. The fear and horror that were plaguing him as he fled from her would destroy him, maybe even kill him if he did not eventually realize the simple truth.
He was the one torturing himself, he was the one who was choosing to ignore what he knew was so obvious but could not accept. It was the reason was why Sifania was able to find him no matter where he went, the reason that drew him irresistible to her. Not the result of any mystical spell she had cast but a magic far more powerful, that precious human magic of the heart which the faerie coveted more than anything in the world and which Sifania hungered from Lindsay.
She never once felt the horrible torture jason suffered from her passions was the result of her, with the guiltless emotions of a Sidhe, Sifania always felt his torment was caused by himself. All faerie gifts were that way, even pleasures of the bed, humans had to choose what they would do with the gifts they were given. It was always a choice.
Sifania was sure jason would make the right choice. She had merely to convince him to abandon his reluctance and accept what she offered him, to accept her with all his heart. Until then, the chase would go on.

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What Daddy Needs

Phoebe unlocked the front door and let herself into the house. She dropped her backpack by the staircase and shrugged out of her denim jacket. Dropping it on top of her bag, she started toward the kitchen to get something out to make dinner before going upstairs to do her homework.
She paused at the door to the kitchen. The TV was on in the den and she knew what that meant. Her dad had left his office early again as he had so often since returning from his last deployment. It had been overlooked so far because everyone understood what a toll the tour in Afghanistan followed a year and a half later by a year in Iraq had taken. An army brat since the day she was born sixteen and a half years earlier, Phoebe knew they weren’t going to keep ignoring it, though.
“Hi, Daddy,” she said as she entered the family room.
“Hey, baby,” he said turning to look over his shoulder at her.
Phoebe leaned against the arm of the sofa and wrapped her arms around her dad’s shoulders. She leaned against him and kissed his cheek. “Do you need anything before I go upstairs and start my homework?” she asked.
Her dad handed her the glass he held. “Refill,” he said smiling at her.
She took the glass to the kitchen. The bottle was sitting on the black, granite top of the work island in the center of the room. She unscrewed the cap and poured the clear, topaz colored liquid into the glass. Lifting the bottle to her lips she took a swig herself before replacing the cap.
She returned to the family room and handed the glass back to her dad. He took it without looking up. “Thanks, pumpkin,” he said absently before taking a large sip letting it caress his tongue before swallowing.
Phoebe’s fingers trailed across his shoulder as she turned to leave the room. She returned to the kitchen and took the two steaks that her gran had bought earlier that day from the fridge. She sat them on the counter next to the range and headed back to the stairs to retrieve her bag and jacket.
Phoebe rinsed the dishes and stacked them in the dishwasher as her little brother, Justin did his homework at the kitchen table. When the dishes were done she checked Justin’s homework then joined her dad in the den to watch TV for a while.
She talked about her day at school and her dad drank. At nine she sent her brother to bed, making sure that he brushed his teeth first. When Justin was settled for the night she returned to the den.
At eleven when local news came on, Phoebe stood up and leaned down to kiss her dad on the cheek. “I’m going to bed, Daddy,” she said as she straightened up again. “Don’t fall asleep down here, okay.”
“I won’t, baby,” he promised. “I’ll be up as soon as the news is over.”
Phoebe woke with a start and looked at the clock on her night stand. The glowing red numbers read 2:09 AM. She lay in her bed for a moment trying to figure out what had dragged her from her sleep so abruptly.
Then she heard him. Her dad was shouting in his sleep and she knew it was another of the dreams that had plagued him since his return from Iraq. She jumped out of her bed and hurried across the hall to his room meaning to wake him before he could disturb Justin’s sleep, too.
“Daddy,” she said reaching out to grasp his shoulder. She gave him a little shake. “Daddy,” she said again a little more stridently.
He grabbed her upper arms and dragged her into the bed. Rolling with her, he pinned her to the mattress beneath his body. Phoebe struggled furiously to relieve herself of his weight, but he held her down as his hands began to roam her body.
“Daddy, stop,” she sobbed.
Still in the grips of his nightmare, he didn’t seem to hear her. His hands roughly explored her breasts before moving down over her waist to the curve of her hips. Her body froze in terror when he pushed his knee between her thighs forcing her to open her legs. She felt his hand slide up her thigh slipping easily into the loose leg opening of the terry shorts she wore to sleep.
“No!” she wailed as he shoved two fingers into the tight opening of her virgin pussy. She grabbed his wrist with both of her hands and tried to push his hand away, but he continued his brutal assault thrusting into her hard and deep. She gasped as she felt him slide a third finger into her.
“Daddy, you’re hurting me. Stop!”
His weight shifted and she felt his hands at the waistband of her shorts and then they were gone, peeled away with her pink, cotton bikini underwear. Before she could move, his body crushed her against the mattress again and she felt his hard cock poking against the tender lips of her cunt. As his mouth covered hers his hand slipped between their bodies and he positioned the tip of his cock at the opening of her pussy.
He groaned into her mouth as he pushed into her and began thrusting hard and fast. Tears streamed from Phoebe’s eyes flowing into her long, blond hair. His fingers dug into the flesh at her waist and she cried out.
“Daddy,” she cried pathetically, her hands at his face as she tried again to push him away.
He grew very still, his throbbing cock still buried deep inside her. “Phoebe,” he said hoarsely as he lifted his head to peer down at her in the darkness.
She sobbed and he groaned miserably. “Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
She felt his cock flex inside her and then he began to move again in slow, shallow thrusts. He was gentle now, giving her time to adjust to the length and width of the hard cock invading the warm, velvet depths of her tight cunt.
Phoebe wrapped her arms around his neck and he buried his face against her silky, lavender scented hair as he continued to fuck her with slow, deep strokes. His hands moved to the backs of her legs and he urged her to pull her knees up. She did and he pushed up on his arms and began thrusting harder and deeper, his breathing quickening along with the tempo of his strokes.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and began to meet his thrusts. She could feel the tension building in the pit of her stomach and she knew she was going to cum. Her dad’s breathing grew ragged as he strained toward his own orgasm.
“Daddy,” she said breathlessly. “I’m going to cum.”
A low moan escaped his lips. “Do it, baby,” he said huskily. “Cum for me.”
He began thrusting harder and faster, pounding his cock into her tight, wet pussy. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. Nothing had felt as good as being inside Phoebe in a very long time.
She rocked her hips meeting each hard thrust, her breath coming in whimpered grunts as his cock drove into her. “Uh huh. Uh huh,” she moaned loudly. “Oh, fuck. Oh, Daddy.”
“That’s it, baby,” he groaned. “That’s Daddy’s girl.”
Her back arched and her body tensed as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave that picked her up and rolled her in ecstasy. He felt her flood his cock with her juices as the walls of her tight cunt spasmed on his swelling cock. He buried his entire length inside her and let his own orgasm overtake him as he errupted splashing his daughter’s virgin womb with his hot semen.
“Oh fuck,” he growled as his balls unleashed another long rope of cum and then one more. “AAaahhhhhh, Phoebe.”
He collapsed on top of her and held her tightly while they came down from the high of their climaxes. When he rolled away from her he wrapped her in his arms and settled her against his side with her head resting on his chest. She snuggled against him as he drifted back to sleep and she prayed for no more nightmares.
Jake woke before his sixteen year old daughter and lay for a while whatching her sleep in his arms. He struggled through the fuzziness of his hung over brain to remember exactly what had happened. He vaguely remembered waking up in the middle of making love to Phoebe, but he couldn’t remember how she had gotten into his bed in the first place.
She stirred in his arms and opened her grayish green eyes. He winced at the uncertainty clouding her expression. “Are you okay, Phoebs?” he asked stroking her hair.
She nodded.
His hand moved to caress her pert, young breast. Her breath caught in her throat as his thumb lightly teased the pouty pink nipple to hardness. He lowered his head and flicked the hard bud with his tongue. She moaned softly. His lips closed over her erect nipple and he nibbled and sucked while his hand began kneading her other breast.
His hand left her breast to roam over the plains of her gently curved tummy while his mouth moved hungrily from one pink tipped mound to the other. He gently massaged the swell of her lower abdomen before slipping his hand between her firm, silky thighs. She pulled her knees up and let her legs fall open for him. He rubbed his fingers over her clit and through the lips of her pussy feeling her grow wetter and wetter before plunging them into the warm, welcoming depth of her tight young cunt.
“Daddy,” she murmured unsurely as he fit his hips between her thighs.
“Baby,” he breathed against her hair as he pushed his cock into her. “What’s done is done. We can’t take it back, now, and I need you so bad.”
She shook her head as he started thrusting into her.
“Phoebe, please. I need you.”
With a little sob she wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly while he found the solace and release he craved in her body.

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Next-Door Neighbor

It was Billy’s birthday and he got to spend it with his fantasy woman, his next-door neighbor. Sometimes you actually get your birthday wish.

Fiction

The Wilson Family Saga (Part 2)

THE WILSON FAMILY SAGA BY JGE POWERS (PART 2)
(FEEDBACK ALWAYS WELCOME: [email protected])
***
Gordy and Max sat on the front porch. Max opened a can
of beer. “You look like a man who need to talk,” he said.
“Mr. Duncan . . . Max, I don’t know where to start.
One part of me is saying, ‘Wow’; the other part is screaming
that I’ve just broken every rule in the book.” Gordy
shrugged his shoulders.
“Listen to me, young son. All that morality crap is
just so much bullshit! It was made up by some asshole who
convinced the other assholes that he was right. It’s just
pure man-made shit!
“If people screwed more,” he continued, ” do you think
we’d have all this hatred? All this war? Do you think
anybody would give a flying fuck what color you were if we
just fucked more?”
“Max, the Bible says you can’t covet your neighbor’s
wife. Besides we’re really talking about me fucking my . .
Mother,” Gordy said dejectedly. The euphoria of the night
was wearing off.
“Don’t forget your sister, or my niece. And you’re
right about the Bible, but what if your neighbor is banging
your wife while you’re banging his? Where the coveting
then? Shit, boy what about the rest of the Bible. The real
story. Lot and his juicy daughters? And Adam and Eve?
Where did all those chicks their sons married come from?
The brothers had to do some righteous laying down with the
sisters.” Max had reverted to the street dialect; a far cry
from his Rhodes Scholar accent.
“Max, this is the modern world, not Biblical times.”
“Listen to me, Gordy. You don’t know it yet, but
you’re a stud! A stud performs a service. The women of the
world have been brainwashed with this morality shit, but
their bodies still talk. The body knows crap from morality.
“It’s body language that you have to learn to read.
They can’t hide what they really want. Your Mother’s body
was talking to me tonight. Your father’s gone, and she
thought she couldn’t have you – that wouldn’t be moral – so
her body talked to mine. Besides every white woman
fantasizes about going to bed with a Black man. You know why
they fantasize? ‘Cause it ain’t moral to go to bed with a
nigger.
“Hell, I just read her body language and gave her what
she wanted. What she needed.”
“Okay, Max, that explains you. What about me? I
fucked my own Mother . . . well, Stepmother. And in the
ass, too.”
Max laughed and put his arm around Gordy’s shoulders.
“Boy, you’re a hard sell. Fraud. Old Sigmund. Every
son wants to screw his Mother. Every Mother wants to screw
her son. Did she fight you off? Did you force her to do
anything against her will?”
“No,” Gordy replied softly.
“Damn right. Her body wanted you. So did your
sister’s. You don’t know it yet, but you did Carol a big
favor.” He laughed. “Almost as big a favor as I did for
Serena.”
Gordy shifted his weight. His ass was beginning to
hurt, but the ache helped him to think clearly. Max made
sense. Where was the wrong of it? He was beginning to feel
good again. And he wanted to believe. Morality was man-
made. If man could make it, then man could change it. There
was no sin if all parties agreed. He nodded his head
thoughtfully, and took a deep breath of cool, night air. He
made his own version of peace with himself, and was
contented. “I feel a hellava lot better, Max.”
“Of course you do, young son. Good lovin’ and good
conversation make for good sleep. You now have the best of
all worlds. Enjoy them.”
“Max, What about them?” he nodded at the house.
“You may have to show them the way, Gordy. Remember,
you were a tough sell, too.
“Well, I’ve got to be going. By the way, Gordy, thanks
for inviting me to dinner.”
Gordy watched Max drive away. He took another deep
breath. Yes, he did feel much better. When he entered the
house, his Mother was sitting at the dining room table – was
it just a few hours ago? – the dishes were still there. She
was staring straight ahead. “Mom?”
“Gordy, we have to talk.” Her voice was very soft. He
could hardly hear her. He saw her eyes were red from
crying.
“No, Mom, we don’t. I know what you’re going to say,
and you’re wrong. Nothing that happened here tonight was
wrong. If anything, it was very right.”
Joanna Wilson was guiltridden. She was depraved,
disgusting! She had seduced her children; ruined their
lives. Because of her own lustful needs she had sunk to
uncharted depths. She was drowning, and Gordy was throwing
her a life preserver. She was ready to grasp at any straw.
He sat down beside her and took her in his arms,
continuing in the same way Max had. He even used the same
analogies. Joanna still vacillated. She wanted to believe,
to shed the guilt, but her engrained conformity continued to
fight her son’s logic.
“But Gordy, you and Carol are my children! How can you
say that this was right? My body betrayed me, and I’ve done
this horrible thing to you both.”
“Wrong. Wrong, Mom.” Gordy used all the rationale Max
had and added some of his own. ” . . . besides, how many
people can say that they truly love their family? I mean,
really love them! Up to now it’s just been an abstract
thing; not tangible. But that’s all changed now, Mom. We
have something no one can ever take away. Do you
understand?”
“Oh, Gordy. I want so much to believe. So very much.”
Her eyes were still filled with tears. He took her
gently by the hands. “Come back to bed. Everything is going
to be alright. Dry you eyes. You don’t want Carol to know
you’ve been crying.” He put his arm around her waist, very
conscious of her body; the fact that she was naked beneath
her robe. Gently they walked up the stairs together.
The night passed as in a dream; fantasy and reality
blending together. He was conscious of touch, and taste,
and enhanced feelings. He didn’t know if the warm, moist
mouth that sucked him belonged to Carol or Joanna, or whose
tight, wet pussy slid over his dick. He didn’t know whose
breast or cunt he kissed and licked. And he didn’t care.
***
Gordy woke up minutes before his alarm went off. He
was surprised that he felt so good, especially after only a
few hours sleep. It’s great to be young, he thought as he
absentmindedly opened the bathroom door. Carol stood there,
naked, toweling off. Automatically, he mumbled an apology
and quickly shut the door. Her laughter followed him.
He smiled and let himself back in. “Sorry,” he said,
“reflex action.”
She kissed him gently and stretched. Her body was taut
and her tits jutted upward. He felt a stirring in his
loins. “Good morning, Boy Wonder. Sleep well?” She didn’t
wait for a reply and continued.
“Gordy, I can’t tell you how good I feel. How full.
It’s like the first day of summer, and there’s no more
school.”
He remembered what Max said about doing her a favor.
Her voice turned low and serious. “We didn’t do
anything really wrong, did we?”
“No, we didn’t,” he assured her. “In fact, without
philosophizing, we just may have done something right for a
change.”
“About last night, Gordy,” her voice was still serious,
“There’s something I want you to know. Circumstances didn’t
allow you to be the first guy to . . . fuck me, but . . .
well, I mean . . . I wanted you to be the first to . . . you
know . . . my ass.” She was actually blushing.
He nodded, and hugged her. “I know, Carol.”
“Max was . . . well, Max was Max. A fantasy. Great
sex. But I made love to you.” It was a statement. “And
Mom, too. Wow, it still blows my mind.”
Damn, he thought, Max really was right. One hundred
percent, fucking right. He was totally relieved.
“I just wanted you to know that. And now,” her voice
perked up, “I’m going to catch a nap. I have a library
assignment I have to do later.” She kissed him again and
entered her room, leaving the bathroom door open.
There was no need for closed doors at the Wilson house,
anymore.
***
It was six A.M. The weather was clear and cool. A
perfect morning. Gordy felt great. Marvelous. Fantastic.
The world was great. He rode his bike effortlessly. His aim
was unerring. Each folded paper hit the mark. He could no
wrong. He pushed himself to go faster. He wanted to reach
the end of his route. Today, a different Gordy Wilson was
delivering the News. And more. He was a Stud! And he had a
mission.
At the end of his route he had a surprise for a special
lady. A real tease. Juanita Rojas was going to have the
tables turned on her, if he had his way. Sexy Juanita, in
her tight maids’ uniform. Full busted and firm assed. She
liked to squeeze Gordy to her tits and watch him turn red.
She liked to pinch him on the ass. Visions of Juanita
bending over came to him. The view of her cleavage was
spectacular. Everything that a fourteen year old could want.
Well, he thought, this fourteen year old wanted more.
He was almost on top of the joggers before he noticed
them. He hit the brakes just as the three, young girls
reached him.
“For a moment,” the little blonde said, “I thought you
were going to run us over.”
DeeDee Sanford was Marlene’s kid sister; the same age
as Gordy, and a younger version of her older sister. She
was with Margie Hart, a raven haired cutie-pie – nice tits,
too, Gordy thought – and Penny Grifford. Everyone called
her Plain Penny, for obvious reasons.
“Hi,” he said, “What’re you guys doing out so early?”
Cutie pie wiggled her rump. “Keeping our girlish
shapes. What does it look like?” DeeDee giggled.
How young they seemed to him.
Plain Penny stayed in the background, as usual. Gordy
knew her as a fellow student in Advanced Chemistry; another
egghead. She was tall, somewhat gangly, and self-conscious.
Her dark blonde hair hung limp. She never seem to do
anything with it. Gordy felt very sympathetic towards her.
She really was kind of cute, or would be, if she did
something with herself, he thought. He smiled at her. She
tried to smile back.
“What are you doin’ later?” DeeDee asked.
“Why?”
“We had a slumber party at Margie’s. Want to come for
breakfast, after you finish your route?”
“Yeah, sure. Margie’s folks would love that.”
“No,” Margie piped up, “they’re away for the week. We
have the place to ourselves. Come on over. Please.”
“I’ll try,” he said noncommittally. He wasn’t sure if
the look on Penny’s face meant she was glad or sad about the
invitation. He waved as he peddled away. The girls could
wait, he had other things to think of.
***
Helen Crotty was 49 years old, and looked ten years
younger. Her body was firm and womanly, and surprisingly
muscular. She owed her good figure to her daily swimming
workout. Day in, day out; whatever the weather, she swam.
She cut the water cleanly. Turning her head she caught
a glimpse of the paperboy coming up the drive. What was his
name? Oh, yes – Gordy. Gordy Wilson. Strong legs. Nice
buns, she thought. How old could he be? Fourteen; fifteen
at the most. She wondered, what does a fifteen year old cock
would look like? Young, tender, virginal, sleek. Strong.
Her loins began to heat up, and her juice began to
flow. Damn, she thought, now she was dreaming of robbing
the cradle. She swan faster.
Gordy had strict instructions about where to leave the
Crotty paper. Not in the drive or the bushes. He had to
bring it right up to the backdoor and give it to the maid.
He passed the pool area. Mrs. Crotty was doing her
daily workout. He saw her everyday. At least he caught
sight of her. He had never been really close to the woman.
Gordy pulled up to the back door. It was opened
immediately by the maid, Juanita. Her smile was wide and
genuine. “Buenos dias, Gordy.” She reached out and
playfully pinched his cheek. Her uniform was taut across her
full chest. He could see her nipples through the thin
material. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Gordy smiled.
“Good morning, love,” he said.
She was surprised at his greeting. Usually he was very
shy. As she turned, he reached out and pinched her ass.
She squealed. “All’s fair, love.” Juanita Rojas was
speechless. She loved to tease this pretty gringo, but until
today he had never made an overt gesture. She wondered.
“My little rooster is feeling his spurs, today.”
“Your little rooster is feeling like the cock of the
walk.”
All she could say was, “Oh.”
“May I have a cup of coffee, pretty senorita?”
She smiled back. He was actually flirting, she
thought. She was intrigued and aroused. Juanita liked
young boys. They actually turned her on more so than grown
men. They were sweeter and kinder. If only they had bigger
cocks, she thought.
Gordy followed her closely. When she turned, her tits
were touching his chest. He boldly fondled her hip, and ran
his hand up and down her thigh, gently. “You smell
wonderful. And feel good, too.”
She kissed him lightly and was taken aback when his
tongue entered the warm recesses of her mouth. Her breath
caught in her throat. Gordy pressed his advantage. He
pushed his loins at her and felt her respond. He smiled.
“Coffee is such a waste of time,” he said. The cup fell
to the floor as they locked in a tight embrace. He grabbed
her ass and pulled her to him. With a practiced motion, he
yanked her dress up – no panties, just a garter belt and
nylons; her mound a tangled jungle of thick black pubic hair
– pushed her against the table and jammed his cock into her
tingling hole. She gasped and whimpered.
Madre de Dios, she thought, I’m in Heaven. It was huge!
Her pussy juice flowed like hot sap, lubricating his entry.
Gordy pumped furiously. She was coming already. Her fingers
dug deeply into his shoulders. Her legs wrapped around his hips.
“Aaaaaaah, Si, Si . . . yes, yes . . . fuck me.
Harder!” Her voice became strangled and she began mumbling
in Spanish as wave after orgasmic wave of pleasure engulfed
her.
“Yeah! Fuck me back,” he yelled. “Com’on, harder,
harder.” The pressure built in his loins. His legs trembled.
From far off, she could feel his convulsions start as
he started to cum. It triggered off another orgasm in her
heated cunt.
Helen Crotty stood by the window. Her fingers were
busy in her wet pussy. She had pulled her bathing suit
aside and was vigorously working her index finger over her
extended clitoris. Oh, God, she thought. You bitch! You
fucking lucky bitch. I hate you. I love you. I’m coming!
Juicy Mexican pussy; big beautiful young cock! Her mouth
watered for it.
She had towelled dry, put on her robe and started for
the house, when a noise, like glass breaking, made her walk
back to the kitchen window. She gasped at the sight. Her
breath caught and her legs went weak. That lovely young boy,
his pretty buns bare, was sticking an enormous prick into her
maid – men don’t even have cocks like that, she thought.
Rage, envy, desire flooded her body. Her fingers sought out
her cunt. The material was too thick. She roughly pushed it
aside and jammed two fingers into her dripping pussy.
It wasn’t the same.
***
Joanna awoke just in time to hear Carol’s car pull out
of the driveway. It was almost eight o’clock in the morning.
She stretched. Aside from some stiff muscles and some
soreness in her pussy and asshole, she felt marvelous; no
guilt, no remorse or recrimination. Putting on a robe, she
remembered another time when her pussy and asshole told
another story. All those wasted years, she thought, then
smiled to herself. At least this time the story has a happy
ending. Down the hall, she paused at Gordy’s room, knocked
and opened the door. His rumpled bed was empty. She
remembered his newspaper route. God, where do these kids get
the energy?
In the kitchen, she made coffee.
After Max had left, after Gordy’s marvelously convincing
arguments, she had laid together with her children, fucking,
sucking, touching, nibbling, holding each close, giving and
receiving pleasure, until, reluctantly, she told them to go
to bed and get some rest. Both had full schedules. Now,
with just a few hours sleep, they were up and out, and here
she was pumping coffee – life-giving fluid! – into her tired
body. She rubbed a hand over her full tits. The sensitive
flesh responded immediately and she laughed outloud. You’re
not tired, she said to herself, you’re still horny. Still
chuckling she went back upstairs to take a shower remembering
last night’s wonders: a black man – what a fantasy! Her
daughter and her stepson! – so exciting she still had
trouble believing it. And no guilt!
* * *
Joanna was rubbing her naked body briskly when the
doorbell rang insistantly. “Isn’t it always the way,” she
said, picking up her robe. “Just a minute,” she called
loudly. Hastily she put on a robe, wrapped her damp hair
with a towel and went downstairs to answer the door. “Max!”
she squealed, delight in her voice.
“Good morning, sweetcheeks. I was wondering if two lost
travelers could mooch a cup of coffee.”
Joanna saw the other black man standing behind him. She
blushed at Max’s physical reference to her and automatically
clutched her robe closer, which just accented her lovely body
even more so. “Oh.” was all she could say.
Max walked in, the other man sheepishly following. “Let
me introduce you to my brother, John,” he said.
John Duncan was almost handsome, in a distinguished
black manner, but Joanna could see a distinct facial
resemblance to his rougher looking brother and his skin was
just a few shades lighter.
“Oh! How do you do, Dr. Duncan. I’ve heard so much
about you,” she said, somewhat relieved. John Duncan mumbled
his thanks. Joanna thought him rather shy for a college
professor.
Max put his arm around her. “John’s a secret admirer of
yours.” Joanna looked at him, confused. He nodded. “He
became one as soon as I told him how much you like to fuck
black cock. He’s dying to sample that lovely white cunt of
yours.”
Joanna blanched. Her hand covered her mouth and her
body blazed with embarrassment and shock. “Max! How could
you?” she wailed.
“Damn you!” John Duncan said, angrily, “You have all the
tack of a bull elephant! Mrs. Wilson, I assure you my
intentions are . . .”
“Sexual and obscene!” Max finished for him. Standing
behind the flushed and abashed woman, holding her shoulders,
he pulled the robe off her shoulders, baring her big tits.
John Duncan gasped.
Guilty passion swept her body when she saw the look on
John’s face; a combination of wonder, desire and lust. Max’s
rough hands messaged her tits, tweaking the nipples. The air
around her was suddenly charged with electricity and an
exciting, forbidden thrill rippled through her still
pleasure-raw nerves. Heart pounding, she gasped as her
traitorous body released a stream of hot cream into her warm
cunt.
“Damn you, Max,” she whispered huskily, “Damn you!”
Her legs trembled and she leaned back against him for
support, unable to stop his brother, John, from opening her
robe and completely exposing her nakedness.
John Duncan was smiling, lewdly. “Max didn’t pay you
nearly enough compliments. You’re exquisite!” he gushed,
running the tip of his big, dark finger over her tits, down
her belly. His finger slid length-ward along her puffy slit
and a smile creased his face as he watched her mouth gape;
her eyes go wide as a shiver of pleasure washed over her
body.
“Oh, yes,” she said in a harsh whisper. “That feels so
good. Do fuck me!” she said, her hand caressing John’s warm,
dark cheek.
“I told you she was a hot bitch, Johnny.” Max said,
picking her up in his strong arms. “Com’on, lets have some
fun.” He carried the dreamy eyed woman to up to her bedroom.
Placing her in the soft Wing chair, he caressed her nipples
as John began to strip his clothes.
Joanna moaned softly. The strong ebony hands had a
tender touch that felt so good and she was still so excited
and incredibly horny. Her body melted and she leaned her
head back and closed her eyes.
Max held her, while John slipped the silk robe from her
shoulders and kissed his way down her throat to her large
tits. She couldn’t have resisted even if she had wanted to.
“God, you’re sexy!” he groaned. “And I love big tits!
Yours are great!”
Kneeling in front of her, John wrapped his arms around
her waist and eased her ass out to the edge of the chair,
forcing her legs apart. He wedged himself in between them,
all the time kissing his way over her body, especially her
tits.
She ran her fingers through his thick hair, and pressed
his face deeper into her cleavage. A dreamy warmth filled
her loins. She could feel her pussy contract. She was in
heaven.
Max kissed her hungrily, his lips clamping over hers and
fucked her mouth with his tongue; just as his brother lifted
her ass and buried his black face in her hot white cunt.
Joanna lost control. Groaning deeply, she tried to hump
John’s face. Electric shocks, one after the other, shook her
body as John’s nimble pink tongue snaked up and into her
burning cunt. As Max slipped his hand down to massage her
big, hard nipples, she arched her back, thrusting her tits
forward so he could get at them better.
“You really are one hot bitch!” Max whispered, releasing
her tits. “Now, we’re gonna fuck you ragged.”
“Oh, yes, Max!” she choked, her brain hot with desire,
“Fuck me! I need your black cocks so bad! My pussy wants
it!”
John drew his face out from between her legs, his face
smeared with cunt juice. He wiped his mouth. “I’m first!”
he said with a smile. Then he picked up the almost limp
woman and laid her on the bed. Kneeling at her feet, his
eyes roaming her lush, white, naked body. Fascinated by the
constrast in color he lifted her legs into the air and spread
them wide apart baring her cunt to his hungry eyes.
Joanna gazed hungrily at his rigid black cock. It stood
straight up, long and slender but heavily ridged. A drop of
pre-cum glistened on the dark mushroom-shaped head. She
licked her lips. Somewhere in the back of her mind she
remembered that cocks like that – long and slender – were
called ass reamers. A wicked thrill flushed her already hot
body. John teased her, running his fat cockhead over her
slick opening. Her body heaved up; her grasping cunt trying
to suck it into her shivering body. “Oh, please,” she
moaned, “put it in!”
John Duncan chuckled and slid the entire length of his
cock into her boiling cunt in one swift stroke.
“Aggggggg!” she cried out, her body arching to meet his
thrust, her arms clutching his body to hers. “Ahhhhh! Oh,
so good . . . your cock . . . so good,” she sighed and
together, they began to move in unison, their bodies
instantly in tune with each other. In her lust filled brain,
Joanna was truly in paradise.
She was panting; wave after wave of pleasure washing
over her body, when something smacked against her lips.
Through foggy eyes she saw the head of Max’s monster cock
dangling before her mouth. He smacked it against her tender
skin again. Joanna smiled. “I’ll swallow it whole!” she
said in a challenge as her tongue teased the mushroom shaped
cock-tip, then she licked it all over.
Bug-eyed, John watched his brother’s massive twelve-inch
fuckpole disappear down Joanna’s throat. Her cheeks bulged,
and she looked like she would choke, but she didn’t release
an inch of it. In awe, he watched as Max put his dark hands
behind her head and pushed her face deep into his crotch.
His entire cock was completely sunk deep in the heat of her
sucking mouth and throat.
“Fucking tremendous! Oh, sweetcheeks, you’re one
hellava, deep-throating cocksucker!” Max said, pumping his
thick cock-log slowly in and out of her hot mouth; sliding it
out almost to the tip, then thrusting it back to the hilt.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it, baby?”
She mumbled and nodded as best she could with his big
cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the heavy
shaft; its tangy taste and texture driving her to a frenzy.
Her head began to move in fucking motions, faster and faster;
eager to get at Max’s prize cum.
John was so intrigued that his fucking had slowed to
nothing. He felt her hips rotate, lewdly, beneath him; the
walls of her cunt contracting around his prick. He sighed
with pleasure and felt the pressure start to heat up in his
nuts. He began humping her tight box in earnest.
Joanna gasped in delight. John’s cock was wonderful.
Max’s cock was magnificent. She didn’t think it was possible
to be filled so completely. Then she thought of Gordy’s
beautiful cock; of having it up her ass. All three cocks
together!
Her body exploded!
John squealed as he felt her cunt walls squeeze, vise-
like, around the head of his plowing dick, clutching at it,
sucking it deep into her volcano-like, erupting cunt. He
plunged in, his cock spurting into her squeezing pussy. She
erupted in a series of contractions so strong that she almost
passed out. Violent colors exploded in her brain and her
legs locked tightly around his body, making him ride out the
spasm that shook her body.
“Cumming!” John cried, almost in pain. “Aghhhhh! I’m
cummin’!”
She tried to scream her passion, but Max’s big prick
choked off the sound. It came out like a hoarse gasp for
air. Her lips clamped on his hot rod and she sucked his
monster cock in lusty desperation; her cheeks bulging and her
powerful jaw muscles working to form tremendous suction.
“Yeah, baby, yeah! Suck that knob! Make me cum! Suck
it! . . . Here it comes! . . . yeahhhhh!”
The wildly, throbbing cock erupted deep in her throat,
spurting gobs of thick, creamy, cum straight down her gullet.
She gagged on the vast amount. Cum overflowed her mouth and
ran down her chin, falling on her heaving chest. The still
cum-shooting cock sprayed her face, her hair, and her body
with droplets of milky-white cum juice.
Flushed and panting, she fisted it, back and forth,
draining the last dregs of his huge load; her tongue swishing
the swollen head; her hand smearing the streaking globs into
her skin, making it glisten.
Max sank down beside her, his body still trembling.
“Holy shit!” he said, tiredly.
Reluctantly, John pulled his wet shrinking cock out of
Joanna’s juice-filled pussy. He was panting. His body fell
heavily beside her. “Make that two,” he moaned and closed
his eyes.
Joanna signed deeply; her body glowing. Her nerve ends
tingled with charged electricity. She wiped her hand along
her cum-slick body, then stuck her fingers in her sopping
pussy, picking up the residue of their combined loads. She
licked each finger clean, sucking it deep into her mouth,
savoring the tangy flavor. “Oh, that tastes wonderful,” she
said, her voice soft and relaxed as her body. “You were both
wonderful! How can I ever thank you?”
“Are you serious, woman?” John Duncan asked,
incredulously, “What more can you do?”
Joanna giggled. “I can suck your cocks clean. How’s
that for a ‘thank you’ gesture?”
Max sighed a deep, satisfied sigh. “You go right ahead,
sweetcheeks, and if you do real well and get these pricks
hard again, we just might stick them up your ass. That’s if
you’re a good girl.”
Lowering her head to his crotch, she sucked his limp
prick into the cool depths of her mouth and mumbled,
“Promises, promises.” Then she giggled again.
John Duncan watched, again, his brother’s cock disappear
into that beautiful, sensuous mouth. He knew he’d have
another hard-on long before she got to his prong.
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NAKED PUNISHMENT

NAKED PUNISHMENT
My family and I were on vacation, we were camping in a remote area on the shore of a large lake. It was just myself, Jimmy, my sister Lynn, my mom Julie and dad Bill. My Aunt and two cousins were going to be coming up to join us later.
I was 17 at the time, 6’2”, 175 pounds. My sister was 18, about 5’4”, 120 pounds with 32 “C” tits. Mom was 33, about the same height as my sister, one 125 pounds with 36 “D” tits. Dad was 35, 6’2” and about 190 pounds. My Dad got my Mom pregnant with my sister when she was only 14, then she got pregnant with me almost a year later. We are a very close family and not shy around each other, not that we go parading around naked in front of one another but it’s nothing to see each other naked or partially so going from bath to bedroom.
So, we had all just come back to our campsite from swimming and as I was following my sister into the camper I thought it would be funny to snap my sisters top strap, so I did and one tit popped out. She squealed and screamed, “Stop that Jimmy!” as she pulled her suit back over her tit “Mom, Jimmy snapped my top strap and my boob popped out, tell him to leave me alone!”
Mom said, “Jimmy, quit giving your sister a hard time, behave yourself or you will face being severely punished!”
Not to be deterred I grabbed a handful of ice from the cooler and pulled Lynn’s bikini bottom out and dropped the ice down the crack of her ass. Talk about screaming!
“Jimmy you shit, I’m gonna kill you!!!” she screamed, “Mom, he put ice down my swim suit!” Then she gave me quite an ass shot as she pulled her bottoms down trying to get the ice out.
“Jimmy, one more time and you will be in real trouble and punished accordingly”, my mom said.
Hearing that, Lynn turned to me and stuck her tongue out at me, scrunching up her face and closing her eyes. It was cute, and sexy, and gave me a great idea, at least I thought so. I said, “Lynn, do that again.”
She said, “do what again?”
“Make that cute face again, stick out your tongue.” I said to her.
She giggled and shrugged her shoulders and scrunched up her face, closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. I took that opportunity to whip my dick out of my swimsuit and slap her tongue with it. At that moment she opened her eyes and as she realized what I had done her face went red with anger.
“MOM!” she shouted at the top of her lungs.
“What the hell is it now? Can’t you two just get along for five minutes without your father or I getting an earful?” She yelled.
“But mom, he took his dick out and slapped me on my tongue with it!” my sister whined.
Mom just looked at me and rolled her eyes and said, “Okay mister, I warned you that if you continued there would be a fitting punishment. Come with me, we are going to get your father involved with this.”
With that, mom grabbed my arm and dragged me out the door of the camper and over to where my father was getting the grill fired up to cook dinner.
My dad looked over his shoulder as we were walking up to him, “What’s all the screaming and yelling all about?”
Mom said, “Bill, this little shit has been teasing his sister mercilously and just now took his dick out of his pants and slapped his sister with it!”
Dad roared with laughter hearing that. I laughed too when dad laughed but it was short lived when he gave me a stern look that told me I better stop. Mom just pushed me down into a lawn chair and told me to shut up.
“Okay Bill, you stop laughing, this is serious, we need to punish this boy somehow.” Mom said.
“Well Julie, what should we do? Nothing seems to get through to him.” Dad said.
Mom thought about it for a minute and then leaned in close and whispered something into dads’ ear. Dads’ eyes lit up and a big grin came over his face. He pulled back and looked into my moms’ eyes apparently to see if she really meant what she had said. Mom shook her head yes. Dad shrugged his shoulders and then looked over to me and grinned.
“Okay boy, this is going to be interesting…” he said through grinning teeth.
Now I was nervous, maybe I had gone too far, pushed too hard.
Mom turned to me and put her hands on her hips, “Strip” she said.
My eyes widened, “say what?”
“You heard me, STRIP! Now, get those swim trunks off! This will be your punishment. If you like hanging your dick out and slapping your sisters face with it, then you can just go naked for the rest of the vacation and let everyone see it.” Mom said with a twinkle in her eye.
“No way”, I said, “what if someone sees me? I can’t go around naked, what about when Sharon and Nick and Susan get here?”
“Your Aunt Sharon has seen you naked before. And you will just have to live with your cousins seeing you naked, this is a punishment, remember?” mom said with a little attitude in her voice.
I knew I had brought this on myself so I resigned myself to the punishment. I looked around, we were all alone, nobody to see me but my family so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my suit and slid it down to my ankles and stepped out of them. I stood up and with my limp dick swinging free in front of me and I looked into my parents faces. They both had big grins on their faces. Mom looked down at my dick hanging limp and nodded approvingly. As she did she said, “Looks like my little boy isn’t so little any more.”
This made my face turn red but also made me smile and also made my dick start to swell.
Then she hit me with the next thing, she said, “Now, go inside and apologize to your sister for tormenting her.”
“You’re kidding, right? You want me to go stand in front of my sister, naked, and tell her I’m sorry for slapping her with my dick?
“Well, that’s not exactly how I was thinking you should say it but that is the general idea.” Mom said.
I stood there for a minute thinking about this, then a devious thought started to come to mind and my dick started to swell even more. I turned to go into the camper to “apologize” to my sister. As I stepped into the camper, my sister turned in the chair she was sitting in and looked at me and her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open. After a couple of seconds of gawking at me she said “ What the Hell do you think you are doing without any clothes on?”
“Mom and Dad are punishing me for teasing you.”
She started giggling and said, “Serves you right you little shit!”
I walked right up in front of her and she looked right at my hardening dick.
“I’m supposed to come in here and apologize to you for slapping you with my dick like this.” And with that I took my dick by the base and swung it and slapped her on the cheek with it. Her eyes got wide and her face went red and she started to scream “MOM!” and just as she did I slipped my dick right in her mouth! And seemingly by instinct she sucked on it for a couple of seconds until she realized what she was doing and pulled back off my dick. But those few seconds in her mouth was enough to make me explode my cum, some of which went in her mouth and the rest all over her face and dripped down the front of her all over her tits and stomach and soaked into her bikini.
Red faced, and cum faced too, she jumped up from the chair and pushed past me and stormed out of the camper screaming “MOM” again. She went out to where mom and dad were standing in front of the grill and screamed “Look what that shit did to me now! He stuck his dick in my mouth and then came in my mouth and all over my boobs and bikini!”
My dad stood there trying to keep from laughing and mom put her arms around Lynn to hug her and try and calm her down. Lynn pulled away and looked down at herself, “Mom, Jimmy’s cum is all over me and is soaking into my bikini, it’s going to be stained!”
“It’s all over your face and front of you and in your hair too.”Mom said.
“Oh yuck mom, get it off of me it’s so gross!” Lynn squealed.
“Don’t worry baby, we’ll get it off.” And with that mom started to scoop some of the cum up with her fingers.
“Oh mom, now you have it on you, what are you going to do?”
Mom then lifted her hand to her mouth and licked the cum from her fingers, “Your brothers cum tastes pretty good!”
“That’s so gross mom!”
“Nonsense, cum won’t hurt you, I like the taste of it! And you must not hate it, your brother shot some of his cum in your mouth and I didn’t see you gag and spit it out.”
“I hadn’t thought about that, I guess it doesn’t taste bad.” And with that Lynn scooped some up with her own fingers and stuck them in her mouth and sucked it off.
“Mom, what about the cum on my suit, what are we going to do to get that out?”
“Here, first lets get it off you and then we will go soak it.” Mom then untied Lynn’s top and took it off and then untied the bottoms removing them too.
Lynn suddenly realized she was standing naked outside and in front of her dad so she crossed her arms in front of her body trying to hide her tits and pussy from her dad.
“Oh baby, you don’t have to cover up in front of your dad, it’s no big deal being naked in front of family.”
“Well, it looks like it is a big deal, look at dads dick poking out in his suit!”
Mom looked down at dads’ hard dick in his suit. Dad just stood there looking at his naked daughter and smiled, not at all embarrassed by his hardon.
“Yeah, that’s what happens when a horny man sees a beautiful naked woman, nothing to be ashamed of.”
After mom said that, Lynn dropped her arms to her side and let her dad see her in all her glory. It made her feel sexy knowing she was giving her own father a hardon.
“Hey mom, it looks like when you hugged me you got some of Jimmy’s cum on your suit too.”
Mom looked down at her suit and sure enough she did have cum on it. She then unhooked her top and slid her bottoms down and took her suit and Lynn’s and handed them to my dad. “You need to get Jimmy out here and make him scrub these clean.”
All this time I had been watching what was going on from the window of the camper. I was sporting a huge hardon from seeing my sister and my mom both naked. And judging from the bulge sticking out of dads suit, it looks like my dick is bigger that his! About that time dad started yelling.
“Jimmy! Get your ass out here right now!”
I stuck my head out the door, “Yeah dad?”
“Jimmy, get you ass over here!”
So I stepped out of the camper. As I did I looked over to see mom and Lynn with the hose washing each other’s naked bodies, getting my cum off. Looked like they were having fun but when they saw me they stopped and stared at my erection sticking out.
Mom’s eyes were wide as she looked and she said to Lynn, “Jimmy’s dick is bigger than his father’s!”
“Really mom?”
“Yeah, not a lot bigger, but a little bit.” Giggling they put their heads together and were whispering to one another.
As I walked up to dad he looked down at my hardon for a second and then handed me mom and Lynn’s bikinis. “Go wash the cum out of these and if they are stained you are going to buy them new ones. I don’t know what I am going to do with you if you don’t stop being such a dumb-ass!” And with that he reached up and slapped the back of my head like you see the boss guy on that TV show NCIS do.
So, I took the bikinis and picked up a bucket and squirted some soap in it and went over to where mom and Lynn were using the hose. Suddenly mom turned the hose on me and started spraying me right on my hard dick! I dropped the bucket and tried to deflect the spray but then Lynn came over and pushed me back and I fell on the muddy ground. She then jumped on top of me and pinned my arms down above my head. Then mom jumped on pinning my legs down. They both started scooping up mud and smearing it all over me. As I struggled trying to get out from under them I suddenly realized that Lynn’s bare tits were swinging right in front of my face brushing my lips as she moved. And I also realized that my mom was sitting on my hard dick facing away from me as she held my legs. I could feel her wet pussy on my dick and about that time I opened my mouth and sucked Lynn’s tit in and started to tongue the nipple. She looked down at me and smiled and kept smearing the mud around. Mom kept moving back and forth, her pussy sliding along my dick and I knew I was about to erupt. Then it happened, I shot off between me and mom and some of it even squirted up on Lynn’s ass as she sat on my chest. I could hear mom moaning as she must have been cumming too. About that time we looked over and dad was standing there watching and rubbing his dick through his suit.
Seeing this, mom climbed off me and went over to dad and dropped down on her knees in front of him. “Here baby, let me help you with that.”
She then grabbed his suit and pulled it down letting dads hard dick flop out. She was right, my dick is a little bigger than dads. Mom then opened her mouth and swallowed dad’s dick right down to the base and started to deep throat him. Lynn and I just watched, me still lying in the mud, Lynn still sitting on my chest. As we watched mom sucking dad’s dick, my dick started to get stiff again. I started to try and move out from under Lynn, she lifted herself up on her knees a little giving me room to slide myself forward. As I did my dick slid up under Lynn’s pussy. Lynn looked down at me and smiled and settled herself back down on me. This caused the head of my dick to pop right into Lynn’s pussy. She had a startled look on her face as she realized what had just happened, then her startled look turned to a big smile as she slid her pussy clear down my dick. So, there we were, lying in the mud puddle fucking while a few feet away our mom was giving our dad one hell of a blowjob! Lynn continued to slide herself up and down my dick while we watched mom suck dad off. Pretty soon moms’ cheeks started to bulge out as dad shot his cum in her mouth, then he pulled back and shot a couple of streams on her face. That did it for me, seeing dad blow his wad on moms’ face pushed me over the edge and I started cumming in Lynn’s pussy. Lynn was cumming as well and then collapsed on me pushing me back into the mud. When we looked back at mom and dad, they were just staring at us with smiles on their faces.
Mom came over and helped Lynn get up off of me. As my sister stood up my cum was leaking out of her pussy and dripping down on me. Mom grabbed the water hose and started to rinse the mud off of herself and Lynn. She was about to wash the cum off her face but Lynn stopped her.
“Don’t waste it by washing it off, let me get it for you mom,” Lynn said as she leaned in and started to lick dad’s cum off mom’s face. “Mmm, I wondered if dads cum would taste the same as Jimmy’s. I think maybe dad’s tastes better,” she said as she licked her lips and swallowed.
Mom smiled, “Here, let me return the favor.”
Mom then got down on her knees and pushed her face into Lynn’s pussy and started to lap up my cum that was still dripping out. By this time I had gotten up and was standing next to dad and both of us just stood there, with hardon’s sticking out in front of us, stroking them as we watched my mom, his wife, licking the cum from my sister’s, their daughter’s, pussy! Soon, Lynn was moaning and writhing around as she came on mom’s tongue.
About this time we heard a car coming down the road toward our campsite. Dad pulled his suit up over his dick and Mom and Lynn ran and grabbed some long t-shirts and slipped them on just as the car pulled up. It was my Aunt and cousins…
part 2 to follow…

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